The Assassin's Tale; Girls

Credits; Krell, Rea,

Krell and Igor sat on the couch watching the girls, it was difficult to call either permanently adolescent Rea or still grease stained Cyssie a lady.  He had managed to come up with a plan to get the equipment stored in the palace without stealing it.  Cyssie and Igor would enter the palace for a tour and public whatsit; as the rulers of Gravaga it was actually rather overdue for them to do so.  He and Rea would accompany them as an entourage.  Cyssie would inform the guards that they were to open the armory for he and Rea, and then he and Rea would take the needed equipment and head directly to Stormguarde via teleport. 
Of course, since they had most of a day to wait before entering the palace, Rea had insisted on helping make Cyssie presentable for her appearance.  Judging by Cyssie's resistance and Rea's sheer pleasure it would be a long time before they would make any progress. 
"When's the last time you two left the lab?"
"The funeral.  Mom's funeral that is.  Her Mom's, my mother in law."
"But that would have been nearly two thousand years ago."
"Its a big lab."
"And you never had to go out and get anything even?"
"Nope.  Everything gets shipped in.  We have teams move anything we need down and we use it when we need it."
"Just the two of you?  You never go to parties, or conventions or anything?"
"We used to, before Mom died.  Cyssie really took it hard, she and Mom were always really close."
"I've noticed.  But its been a long time."
"Really close.  They were business partners, best friends, mother and daughter.  Only Hal and I had as much of their affection as they did for each other."
"And she lost him on the same day as she lost Thalia.  But Two Thousand Years?"
"Kate hasn't exactly helped.  She's so busy trying to apologize she doesn't stop and leave time for the wound to heal.  If she'd just back off for a while maybe Cyssie could move on, but until then..."
"Ah, Maybe if I have a word with her?"
"It wouldn't make any difference.  Kate's too stubborn."
"Maybe if I have a Fist with her?"
"Ah, no that wouldn't help either.  Cyssie's tried that."
"Cyssie actually hit her?" 
Igor laughed and leaned in.  "Didn't even leave a mark."
He looked over and saw that Rea had tied Cyssie's hands down and had her sitting in a chair while she brandished a pair of scisors and a fine comb.  She was snipping bits of singed hair and evening the length in general.  The unfortunate blonde couldn't extract herself from the situation, but was switching between loud objection and spitting out bits of hair. 
"Scary to think that those are some of the most powerful people in the world."
"Yeah.  The capacity to rend mind and body, sunder planets, snuff stars, and lay low armies and here they are fussing about hair."
"If they have to exercise one of their abilities, I'd rather it was haircutting then mind rending."
"Krell, you do realize that I'm every bit as capable as she is, right?"
"Well, yes, but you seem more under control."
"I did my share of mind rending back in the day.  I can raise the dead with minds intact better than any vampire, outrun elves, and I designed the original tesser coil.  I'm the original mad scientist.  I just don't show it the same way she does.  She's much more sane than she acts, a lot of that is just the sort of dramatics Mom always taught." 
They sat quietly as Rea braided Cyssie's hair.  Rea was very good at it, Krell had watched Lewiza braid their daughters' hair before and he could see the difference.  It was a very complicated style, with the braid going around the top of Cyssie's head in a sort of tiara.  It looked rather nice with Cyssie's hair and complexion, like a princess out of a fairy tale.  Rea finished up and conjured a collection of dresses.  Igor snickered as Cyssie began arguing with Rea over whether or not she would need pockets tomorrow.  Krell couldn't help but join in as Rea lost the arguement and retaliated by snapping, vanishing all of Cyssie's pockets and rendering her entire arguement void. 
"She's right you know, pockets really are rather handy."
"And Rea cares why?  Girl would put a spare planet in subspace if she thought she needed it."
"Krell, she DOES keep a planet in subspace."
"What?"
"You have no idea the lengths she's gone to in order to kill targets."
"She's dropped a planet on people?"
"No, she just needed something to launch missles off of.  She's got batteries of surface launched missles set up in case she ever needs to make something extremely dead."  Igor smiled. 
"Now you're just pulling my leg."
"Yeah, she does keep an impressive set of non-lethal hammers, a wardrobe big enough to fill the Palace, and more than her fair share of explosives." 
"Oh, that doesn't surprise me.  Everyone keeps explosives, right?"
"Well yeah, but most people wear clothes more than once too."
Krell could see his point.  He had never seen Rea wear an outfit more than once.  Today she was wearing a plain white shirt with a black apron and pants, it had made her look very professional while she wove Cyssie's hair.  Now she'd managed to get Cyssie into a purple gown of some sort.  It looked nice enough on her, but he could tell that both she and Igor would have liked it better if she was still wearing her usual greasy jumpsuit and stained khaki overalls.  Krell decided it was finally time to intercede and give Cyssie a break. 
"Alright, that's a bit too fancy.  It's a good color, but it's too poofy and and it would look better if it came up a bit higher, maybe if it covered the shoulders?"
"She's going to a palace, not a shop meet.  She should look like it."
"She's going to Her Palace, if she wanted to naked nobody would say a word."
"I would."
"Sorry Igor, but you get the idea?"
Rea sighed.  "Yeah, I just haven't had anyone to dress up in a while."
"You dress yourself every morning.  If you want to wear a dress, wear a dress."
"But I need to be able to run!"
"And she needs to be able to wield a welding torch and conjure massive quantitites of grease."
Rea crossed her arms and threw herself back into one of the chairs.  "Your Mom is right, you two need to have kids so I have someone to dress up again."
Igor and Cyssie exchanged another glance and Krell stared at Cyssie for a moment.  Then he looked over at Igor and decided to ask.  "When's the due date?"
"Twins, Fifth of August.  We were planning on going back to the fifth of August three thousand years ago so that Mom could be there."
"Congratulations, make sure to have the clean diapers on hand before you take the old ones off."  Krell patted Igor on the back and shook his hand.  Rea started bouncing and squealing.  Cyssie smiled and snapped herself back into her jumpsuit.  Krell realized that Thalia probably already knew when she'd yelled through the time gate that morning.