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[ACTION; SIROCCO OPERATION SOCIETY; LOCKED TO ???]

*Misery floats in the air, watching the operations of the various lackeys mulling about their business. The fools. Were they even aware of what they were letting themselves in for? All they had rescued when they'd brought them there was their own servitude. She supposes she should not have expected any less of such silly humans, though.

And him. She's still not sure why he's here. Or, more importantly, why THAT is here. It doesn't matter. Nothing really matters right now. She just has to wait like a good girl until her orders are given. And then... well, only HE knows what's coming up.

She'd never admit it to anybody, but she wishes Balrog were here. Just so it felt a little less like the world had decided to pick on her, and only her. But there's no point in lamenting that sort of thing. Balrog is off somewhere, living a happy life. Honestly, she wouldn't wish that away from him. He'd deserved it, at least.

She's not sure what she deserves, but she's not sure it's this.*

[ACTION; OUTSIDE SIROCCO]

*So many ruins. So many of them complete crap. Certainly, there would have to be something that would be suited to his purposes. Why did so many people make so many useless buildings, only to abandon them later? People are idiots.

Those who are checking out the various other ruins themselves might spot a greenish witch flying around, occasionally landing and surveying. She doesn't SEEM to want to be bothered, but you know you haven't seen her before. She MUST be a fellow amnesiac. Dare you approach?*

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... Are you displeased, Misery?

[You can't really hide your emotions anymore, Misery. ... Not that they weren't obvious before, but the betrayal doesn't make things as amusing as they once were.]

Of course not, my Lord! Whatever makes you happy makes me happy.

*~~People can be happy in death, right?~~*

Now, now. You really shouldn't lie to your master, Misery. Answer me truthfully.

Are you displeased?

Well, my Lord, I am curious. Your demise on the island seemed rather... definite, as did the Crown's. I do wonder how it is you stand before me even now.

*And more importantly, why the CURSE is back. Didn't that robot finally put Uncle Ballos out of his suffering?*

Ah.

[A fair question that even the Doctor is curious about...]

It may have to do with the nature of this world. The force that supported the Crown's existence might be anchoring both it and ourselves to this world. Although, we may have to investigate a little more to find out.

Not that information like that would do you any good.

*It does not. And that's the worst part.*

I do as the master of the crown bids me do. You know this well, my Lord.

... Do I? Recent events have forced me to doubt that.

*Ugh. She doesn't want to tell the truth, but the Crown compels her to loyalty.*

As I said. I do the bidding of the crown. Which, I might note, was damaged at the time in your battle with the robot. Certainly, it would have repaired itself over time, though. As it always does.

That it did.

[And as far as the Doctor knows, it's within the Crown's abilities to do that on its own. Lingering magical power reshapes and reforms over time. Even he doesn't quite know the secret behind Ballos in the Island.]

I'm relieved that I don't have to worry about another outburst like that. Really, as things are now, I think we have a far greater probability of claiming victory.

*~~Of course. And when he wins... everybody else will lose.~~*

Absolutely, my Lord! I, Misery, will personally help lead you to victory this time!