Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180122021317

"Oh, no, you misunderstand me, dear,"  Adelaide says, leaning forward and folding her hands over each other on her desk. "I do not blame you, no more than I blame the Maou, Blessed Be Her Name, for the reproductive error in her plan.  Nor do I blame humans for their very real feelings in their plight to that end, nor do I blame Mamono for their behavior in loving them just the same.  We are all what we are, darling, whims to fate be taken.  Our ideological disagreement comes from our approach to our respective situations, and how we use them to our advantage, if at all."

As she speaks she leans back in her chair, far back enough that it tilts slightly, enough for her to cross her legs. She seems to pull a cigarette out of nowhere, holding it between two fingers and lighting it with a flame from the tip of her other finger.

She takes a long puff, blowing the smoke into the air, directed away from the group. Just the same, it smells of incense.

"Which brings me, in a roundabout way, to my next question." She breathes out smoke as she speaks, leaning on one elbow, holding her cigarette up with her free arm. "It surely should have occurred to you at a point in your research, good Master Markel, that your wonderful Magic Implements would have had an influence on their wielders' mental properties.  At what point did you decide that mental manipulation was an acceptable moral trade for your end goals?  Which, given the sphere of your research, must be...mysterious indeed."

She poses the question with no trace of blame in her tone. As she waits for his answer, she slowly takes another puff.