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I am the Paragon you agreed to work for. You may call me Miss Pewter.

You're—

[ immediately takes her mask off, staring at her. ]

Were you telling the truth, then? About what you can do?

[she takes a sip of tea, then lowers the cup to look up at her]

I was. I don't lie.

. . .

[ finally steps over and takes a seat. ]

[a glass of WINE, not tea ~~i forgor~~ appears on the table in front of her]

What name will you be going by, my Spark?

[ takes the wine, eying it warily. ]

Valkyrie.

Miss Valkyrie, then.

Let us get right to it: as a Paragon, it is my duty to assist the Evocated in finding and choosing memories to be eaten. Negative memories are preferred over . . . [a brief twist of her expression] happy ones.

So we are going to ensure the Evocated gets what it wants.

So you want me to mess them up? Consider it done.

. . . hm! That was a quicker agreement than I thought it'd be.

I don't give a shit. If it's for him, I'll do anything.

I see.

[she reaches into a pocket and produces a key, which she lays on the table. Next to it, a coin]

The key will give you access to this realm. The door behind me is to a vacant room you can have.

As for the coin, don't lose it. It'll be important later.

[ eyes them for a moment.

then snatches them up, pocketing them. ]

I won't get dragged off from that room?

Dragged off?

Some asshole hauled us all back to the hotel late last night.

Oh, you mean Kenny. He only goes after the ones who try to stay in the city after midnight.

So if you're out there, then he will bring you back to the hotel. But while you're here, you're fine.

Wh.

What's a Kenny.

A guardian. I don't know where he came from, one day the Memoirs were complaining about him picking them up out of nowhere and he's been here since.

Don't bother trying to fight him, for some reason he can't be harmed.

Who the hell thought that was a good idea?!

I'd like to know that too.

Not even Paragons are immune to him.

Goddamnit. Fine. At least you're giving me a private room.

It's the least I can do.

As for the rest we haven't spoken about, I'll give you more details soon as I begin my own work. You're welcome to make them miserable in the meantime.

My only request is that you don't kill anyone.

— wait, what?!

Don't kill anyone.

Why not?! That's a negative memory, guaranteed!

Because the means to deal with that aren't in place yet. There have been a few already and someone has broken the rules by bringing them back before we're ready.

Bringing them back— people should stay dead when they die.

[ except for Adam— ]

[she waves a hand, taking a sip of wine]

I don't have any say about that.

What the fuck.

In any case, if you keep them alive, you can wring more negativity out of them.

[ ughhhh. ]

. . . I guess.

[wine sip]

Do you have any questions for me?

How long is this going to take?

That's a hard question to answer. It could take a few weeks to a few months. It depends on the Evocated and how tasty the Memoirs are.

So give them hell, basically.

Exactly.

And I will have more specific things for you to do once I've worked a few things out.

Fine. I'll await your orders.

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