All the bats took their shite and broke out of Hell, that’s what happened.
Fine, an explanation. I’m mindin’ me own business, learnin’ me way around this new chimerical shite I work with now, when the slack-jawed pervert starts pissin’ an’ moanin’ at Tits about how I’m treated special or some shit; adorable, by the way. The only special treatment I got from her was an extra insult or two, anything I knew that he didn’t was because he was a damned fool and I’m not. Anyway, about this time I make up a fledgling Basilisk Stone; basically this thing ye can yell at instead of breakin’ yer toys. I see that Tits is about to pop her top at this mewling shit and offer her an olive branch, somethin’ ta take her frustrations out on that didn’t have a pulse. Of course the fuckwit had ta go and piss on everything. He grabs the goo and starts a tirade of whining you won’t hear outside of a day care or nursery, and manages ta overload it with his bitchin’. It blew up, alright? I told ye, it wasn’t a fully made stone.
So shit hits the proverbial fan and the stuff solidifies and explodes. I expect it and take cover, only got tagged with one shard, and now I’m proper fuckin’ nettled. The pervert caught a face-full of explosion and passed out like a ponce, but Tits? Tits went insane with rage. Now, I don’t fear the woman. I think she knows I don’t fear her, but when somebody gets that look on their face? You run.
I pass a few familiar faces on the way upstairs ta get help, pullin’ the shard out of me shoulder, and find Joseph, for all the damned help he wound up bein’. He follows me back downstairs, and ye could say the situation there had… deteriorated. Somebody here had made a second explosion, and the shards were in everybody now. Between the glowing sidhe, the fucks frozen in stupor, the crazed nocker, the dying nocker and the 2 sidhe tryin’ ta make him less dead, Joseph freezing when we came in, and the mad pooka dancin’ around the whole scene… They’re all fuckin’ lucky I got back when I did.
Now make no mistake, I thought good and hard about shooting Tits. There was no tellin’ what kind o’ magic she was cookin’ up, but it wasn’t gonna be good. Instead, I tackled her and reminded the woman that killin’ her two apprentices would be an odd way of protectin’ em; her oath. She snaps back ta bein’ just a bitch, and she and the pooka help me clear the rest of the shitwits from the lab.
Just like that, I’m left holding a bag full of Shit-for-Brain’s fuckup. That’s right, I’m the one that got lab-fixin’ duty. Ah well… gave me time ta experiment a bit with those shards.