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You've already left the shop behind, for now, but you probably wouldn't be averse to another stop there at some point in the future. He may yet have items of interest you have not seen.
For the moment, though, the Floo travel desposits you back in the village near Patchy's place of employment, and there is not particular issue in your return home.
Patchy is inspecting the portal as you arrive. Clearly, you left traces of your passage. No matter. You've made the arrangement, it isn't as though you have to excuse exercising your right to travel through as you please. For now, your mind is on another thing.
A visiting card must be delivered. Yes, no point in shirking the proper etiquette, and it would not do to arrive un-announced. You can have Sakuya deliver it for you, and it will be all the introduction required to alert the unfortunate interloper to your arrival.
Naturally, it will include the appropriate phrasings of mourning to imply that a funeral is soon to occur.
Though he will be quite fortunate if enough remains to be properly interred. Even so, you think... something in black, perhaps? With a slight veil. Yes, that would be appropriately thematic.
On another note, you believe that is Patchy's assistant, over there.
You need a quick word with her. She may not technically have done anything to deserve your pique, of course... but then, it's not like that sort of little detail has regularly stopped you from doing anything before.
You are Koakuma. Or at the very least, that's what you're generally called. Your real name is unimportant. You aren't half as magically skilled as Patchouli, and you're nowhere near the physical levels of capability the Vampires, or Meiling, can bring to bear. You get along fine as something of a mix between the two, though. Your current occupation can be summed up as a Librarian, though that isn't at all all there is to it, and it's really only while you're in Patchouli's service.
Which at this exact moment of time, you are not. Instead, you are very annoyed.
That psychotic little wench just walked up and murdered you, without warning or explanation. How rude is that? ... Well, it's not like you can die of it, there. Permanently. It's not like just about everyone important in the mansion hasn't killed you once or twice, either, though for the most part they ended up being careless accidents.
Still, ugh. And people call that one's little sister crazy and dangerous? At least with her, you have some warning if she's in one of her Moods, and you can tell that you probably shouldn't mess with her unless you want her to decide that she wants to use your spinal cord to floss her enormous teeth with.
Not so with Remilia. Just waltzes up, casual as you please and without any hint that something's wrong, bam. Gungnir. And suddenly, there's a big empty space where most of your torso used to be, thanks to the murderous little whore.
In any case, you're a Succubus. You seduce people, and steal their souls. Men, in specific, usually. There's a long list of reasons why, but in the end it tends to boil down to the fact that it's basically just easier in a number of ways. Easier to seduce, and since the natural order of things is to flow outwards, easier to tug the soul out, almost effortless if you've coaxed them into a moment of weakness.
Women are a lot harder. But they can be a lot more fun, too~
In any case, it looks like Patchouli is summoning/is going to summon/has summoned you back, since there's already a little thread just there for you to travel down and insert yourself into that facet of existence once more.
You don't really want to head back just now, though. Need to cool your head a little, or you'll end up starting trouble with that little bitch, and then she'll just kill you again, and then Patchouli'll have to summon you again, and it would just be a whole heap of annoyance for everyone involved.
There's a few other options available, though. There's... here. Oh! You remember these people. It's a long running war between them, and you remember having been summoned to direct strategy of all things, for whatever reason, for one side in response to something or another that the other either had done or was going to do, you can't recall.
... It looks like the summons is coming from the other side, and at about the same point as the other one was made. Well, that answers that, you guess~
Still, kind of a long-term break from what you were currently doing, to be honest. Maybe something likely to be shorter...
Oh, that'll do, most likely.
You cast yourself down through and around the thread, spinning about it to cascade into a 'place' and 'time', physical body erupting into position with a swirling vortex of black fire, both sets of wings fully outstretched, arms spread and opened. There's a certain sense of theatrics to this, naturally. Patchouli prefers that you remain in her uniform, but for this, you default to forming a snug bodice and skirt of a leathery material.
You spare a moment to inspect the array of mystic runes and wards set to call you forth and bind you to this spot. It's very fancy work. Lots of redundancies and extra glyphs and wards and circles that look terribly impressive, but in the strictest sense aren't actually required for the thing to work properly. It's all in order, anyway. No opportunity to just step out and wreak havoc on your hapless summoner, fun and amusing as it might be. For you. Perhaps for him, as well, for at least a little of it~
"I require... a death. I have summoned you forth from the abyss to ensure it." The cowled man rasps, in an aged voice, long beard shifting with his words.
Well, okay. Not exactly what you'd expected from this, but still, excellent. You would be more than happy to take your frustrations out on someone with simple violence, too.
Some details wouldn't go amiss, though, and you have to go through the whole extended mess of agreeing to exact terms of a contract before you'll get let out of the circle.
[ ] What do you do?