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[battlemageserioth]

Werill's Serenade

Episode 1:

"Amelia, you okay? You're wincing."

Amelia blinked, and then turned to Sophia with an apologetic smile. She was looking at her with concerned brown eyes. Her curly dark hair framed a square face that made the spellblade smile each time she saw it.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I just have to go to Werill's cell again, and... Anti-magic fields, and all that."

The healer nodded, and winced too. It had been two weeks now, and the prisonner wasn't cooperating.

"Oh, I get it. I don't understand what the Council's trying to do, though. Werill's not talking, that's for sure..." She frowned. "And making someone starve is just a dick move. It's not even working."

"I know. I think the Council just wants revenge for having been played for fools, at this point... Oh well. I don't make the decisions."

Sophia finished bandaging the spellblade's arm, and looked at her work.

"Meh. In any case, they should put someone who's not wounded on interogating duty. I can't use healing enchantments on you if you go through an anti magic field everyday..."

"It's fine, I don't need that. Just some time. In fact, I think I should be able to-"

"You got your whole arm clawed by a memetovore. I've seen those things, their legs are monstrous. Don't be an idiot and stay in the secured part of the City until youre fully healed."

"But-" Amelia started, before getting cut off by a deadly glare from Sophia. "Yes ma'am."

The healer chuckled at that, and kissed her on the cheek. She watched her turn beet red, and smirked in amusment.

"Come on, you dork. You have work to do. Stay safe."

Amelia smiled, nodded, and got up.

"You're right, I should go. Thanks for the bandages. I love you."

"Love you too."

The spellblade got up, and left Sophia's office with a slight smile, despite the task ahead. She walked down the path that linked Sophia's tower to the main bridge of the north western City of Towers. The heart of the demiplane was separated in four sections, each with their own main bridges that linked every tower with the rest of the City, converging into the Pantheon, a gigantic spire of ivory and gold, where the Council held their meeting. As she arrived on the main bridge, the spellblade went the opposite way, then took one of the many auxillary roads, that led down towards the clouds that obscured the ground, far beneath the sea of towers. Eventually, she arrived at a tower of grey stone, and pushed the great door. She took another flight of stairs, down towards the cells.

Amelia braced herself, and entered Weril's. She winced, as once more, she felt the magic around her give way to nothingness. The feeling was similar to becoming suddently unable to see colours. Everything felt a bit duller, as the infinite possibilities of the arcane faded away, as everything became something a little lesser. The mage wondered how Werill could to live with such a thing. He didn't even seem to be phased by the anti-magic field. Could one really get used to something like this? To lose an ability as marvelous and intrinsic to the soul? If so, she did not see how. She did not have to find out, though. Her job was to bring Werill his food, and see if he was willing to talk. She sighed, and unlocked another wooden door, finally arriving in the prisonner's room.

"Good morning."

Werill's cell was a cold and narrow place of stone and growing moss. He had a chair, a table and a bed, and that was about it. A set of candles lit up the room, and its occupant was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed and his hands behind his head, leaning against the wall, humming softly. He smiled.

"Morning already? Ah, breakfast, then! Well, hello to you too."

Somehow, the ex-council member's smile was the brightest thing in the cell. The most unnerving, too. Seeing him like this, it almost seemed like he was an innocent man, relaxing in some vacation home, eating three square meals a day.

"Yes, breakfast. Eggs and toast."

"How lovely! The smell is mouth watering."

Amelia's eyes narrowed.

"You know the drill. You won't get any of it if you don't talk. "

This was usually where their conversations ended. He would shrug, say "Guess it'll go to waste", or something along those lines, and she would leave. She'd come back the next day, and he would look a little thinner. She never had to use her sword to intimidate him, as he never tried anything. The spellblade almost felt sorry for him. This time, however, something happened. The strangest light lit up his eyes.

"Well, you got me. I'll talk."

Amelia frowned, surprised.

"You will?"

"Yes indeed," he answered, standing up, and extending a hand towards the plate. "May I?"

The mage hesitated, expecting a trick, but ended up giving it to him.

"Alright."

"Thank you very much, Amelia. Just wait a second, please."

He took the plate, put it on the table, and sat on the chair. Calmly, he started eating, savouring every flavour. The prisonner wasn't given a fork, or a knife, but he still ate with as much decorum as the situation allowed. He sighed with satisfaction as he finished, commenting "simply wonderful" as he wiped his hands on a tissue Amelia gave him. He smiled, got up, and turned to her.

"Alright! What do you want to know?"

"Everything. The people who assisted you, your intentions, and what your plan was. Now."

Werill nodded.

"Alright, fair enough. You'll be dissapointed though, I didn't have much help. The sigils that kept the memetovores asleep were drawn about five years ago by the Warlock Union representative. I think his name was Goren? Boren? Something like that. Don't be too harsh on him though, poor lad didn't know what it was for. I promised him that I would help the Union's cause, in exchange."

"...which is why you did it. I see."

"Correct. As for the memetovores themselves, I used artifacts from the Archives defense system to give them their properties. The creatures were originally non-magical in nature, and grown in a lab by a scientist I comissioned. Her name is Lily Fomwood."

"A scientist? Is she mundane?"

"Yes, a mundane. You know, I honestly think that underestimating them could be the Council's doom. Their technology is completely different from ours, but it's effective."

Amelia seemed unconvinced. Most of the thing the mundanes did, magic did it better. But she was not here to argue with Werill.

"I see. And what was your plan, exactly? Why are you talking now?"

She said those words, and silence fell. The prisonner grinned, and Amelia glared at him. After a moment, she spoke again:

"Werill, you-"

"There is a False Hydra in the City."

The mage froze dead in her tracks, and her face grew pale. She pulled her sword, as if afraid one of the thing's heads was coming for her, and looked around, even though she knew that the siren song of the thing, if it was there, would fill her mind until she could no longer see it. She turned to the prisonner in a single, almost snapping motion.

"There's a what?!"

Werill chuckled. It was a horrible and cruel chuckle in how innocent it was. It was a chuckle one gives when they played a prank on someone, or when they tell a joke to a good friend.

"A False Hydra. Did you know that the Warlock Union keeps a head in their storage room? I helped myself last time I went there, with Goren's —Boren?— help, and grabbed it. They've been looking for it for months now, and I do believe they're starting to panic."

Amelia had heard enough. She grabbed him by the collar, and slamed him against the wall, putting the tip of her sword against his neck.

"Do you realise what you've done?!"

"I don't think you realise what I've done, darling. This thing has not eaten anyone yet, at least I don't think so, but it's been gorging itself on memetovores. It grew. It followed them, and should have arrived in the portals room this very morning. Its body now exists across multiple worlds, and it's too late for a level 3 lockdown. Also, thanks to it's diet, it got smarter. It knows where we hide, where we live, what we do, and how to trap us when we're most vulnerable. "

"What the hell is your plan, Werill?! This thing will eat you too!"

"I don't think so. A steady diet of memetovores made the thing smart, and... Well, I did what I do best. We struck a deal."

"What deal?!" Seeing Werill smirk, she yelled "Answer me, damn you!" If there was a False Hydra in the City, Sophia, and everyone she ever knew was in danger...

"How about you take me to the Pantheon? It'll be a lot more convenient if I speak to the Council directly..."

#Werill's Serenade

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[not-wizard-council-aristocrat]

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[ahno-nimus]

SERIOTH VICTIM OF MEMETOVORE.

SERIOTH VICTIM OF MEMETOVORE

Serioth of the Council has sent me a journal, in which he states that he is the victim of a memetovorus entity. This is apparently responsible for his recent discrepancies. According to the journal, as far as it is understood, he believes it may have something to do with his investigation into Werill, also of the council. As of the latest entry, Serioth intends to confront Werill. While I must admit that this publication has not supported Serioth in the past, but we wish him luck in this endeavor. Stay Safe Serioth.

#wizard news #Serioth #The Council

[greywizard-reporter-jim]

The Grechen Emergency!

-by Reporter Jim. This article's publication has been authorized despite its author's emprisonment in the City of Towers by Council Members Lepriss, Serioth, Oulran and Werill'

_________________________________________

An eldrich entity called the Grechen has recently entered our Multiversal Sector. @feyosha has issued an emergency warning. The Council advises to follow their instructions. Do not feed the creature or give it extra orifices. It also appears that the creature spreads the Hunger a disease that seems to turn the victims into creatures similar to the Grechen. The Council also advises to stay away from it at all costs. Stay in your Towers, and wait for more information. Avoid contact with infected people. The degree of contagion of the Hunger is still unclear.

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[battlemageserioth]

Werill's Serenade

Episode 2:

"Show me the City of Towers!"

The booming voice of the battlemage echoed in the hall, as the mist before him started swirling, taking new colours and shape... Before morphing back into a grey mass floating in the middle of the room. Serioth muttered "Damn it", under his breath, before trying again.

"Show me the City of Towers."

Again, the fog moved, as if disturbed by the wind, but again, the image dissipated long before it could become clear.

"Please show me the City of Towers?" he tried, wincing.

Same result.

"Show me the City, damn you!"

"Are you okay?"

Serioth jumped, and turned around. Jim was standing in the doorframe. He was wearing an oversized robe, had a tired look on his face and a coffee cup in his hand. The battlemage frowned.

"What are you doing here? You told me you were going to sleep!"

And Jim needed to rest. The spell he had cast to save him left its mark. The necromancer was sickly pale, his eyes were glassy, and he had a bony silhouette. It wasn't that he was extremely thin, though he had alway been the thinner of the two, but his nearly white skin was almost translucent, leaving his bones visible. His long brow hair now had long strands of white, and his legs were slightly shaking. He was slowly recuperating, clawing his way back to the world of the living, but he still looked like one of the dead.

"I did sleep. Nine hours, in fact."

"...really?"

"Yeah. You've been staying up all night."

"Ah."

Jim crossed his arms, squinting at him.

"You've got to rest, man. I swear, if you manage to die after I made you a lich, I'm gonna kill you."

"You can't-"

"Shut up."

Serioth sighed. Jim was at his most annoying when he was right. He could see it in his own reflection, and in his years of studying magic. To be on the receiving end of so much mana had consequences. It wasn't wild magic in any way, filtered through the incantations of necromancy, the days of continuous rituals it had demanded and of course, Jim's own magic, but that was irrelevant. Mana was the force of change. And change him it did. His skin was scarred where the magic had flown, in great patches of bony white, on his torso and his back. He was quieter, having to make a conscious effort to be heard when he talked, and even his shadow was somehow thinner. Sometimes, it stopped following him entirely. None of it was permanent, but he had to take care of himself, to avoid letting his grip on the living world weaken, and becoming nothing more than a wraith. And he hadn't be doing that. His moustache, usually impeccably groomed, was a mess of brown hair going in every direction, and his muscular figure was hunched over by the weigh of fatigue.

"...fine. I'll get some rest."

"And drink some water."

"And... Drink some water. Yes. Whatever."

Jim shook his head, and sighed.

"Good. I can't believe you managed to live this long while treating yourself like shit."

"It made me strong."

There was a moment of silence between them, as Jim turning around to leave through the door.

"No. You were strong already. It just made you tired and hurt."

Serioth didn't know what to say to that. He watched him leave and sighed. Maybe he did need some sleep. Staying up all night was just unreasonable.

He looked through the window on his right, then frowned. How did he not see the sun rise? How was he not seeing it right now? This window was on the east side of the tower, he was sure of it. Was it that late? Afternoon? No... No something was wrong. He could feel it. Serioth clenched his teeth, and sat down. Maybe Werill's memetovores incident had more effect on it than he thought. Maybe he was becoming paranoid. Still. It felt so much like when that... Thing was attached to his neck. This feeling of losing touch with reality, after noticing the smallest inconsistences in...

A scream. Serioth froze. It was Jim's voice. The battlemage jumped out of the room and rushes into the corridor. The scream was still echoing, but somehow, he knew the something had stopped. The silence... Around the scream, somehow, was heavier. And then, he saw it.

It was above Jim. A great thing of skin and teeth. A bald, naked head, tall as a standing man, at the hand of a gigantic neck. Its eyes were two white, sightless orbs. Its flesh was almost visible through its grey, scroll like skin. And its maw... No word could describe the gaping, terrible thing that it used as a mouth. A black holes that did not simply swallow light, but consumed and erase it entirely. It was barred with pointed teeth that looked like those of a deep sea fish, dripping with blood from the wound it had inflincted on Jim, as the necromancer was trying to keep it at bay with a dagger that looked ridiculous in comparaison.

A false hydra, seeking to consume Jim.

Serioth jumped to action, animated by old reflexes. He knew he could not let that thing sing. The mage raised his arms, and a great spear of ice flew down the hall, catching the beast in the neck. There, it exploded in a sphere of water that gargled the song the hydra tried to let out once again. The head retracted, but Serioth did not give it any chance. He closed his fist, and a ball of fire struck the things head, exploding. The beast screamed as the smell of burned flesh invaded the tower. Finally, the scream was cut short, as a disk of ice flew through its neck, slicing it clean. The head fell, shriveling up under the heat of the flame, and Serioth finally allowed himself to bend the knee and try to catch his breath. Not for long, though.

He rushed towards Jim, who was lying on the ground, and winced. His leg looked horrible. Blood completely covered it, and the fact that it was still attached surprised the battlemage.

"Jim! Are you okay?"

Jim smiled, clenching his teeth.

"Yep! Just peachy!""

"Not the time. Stay still, I'll heal you."

The mage put his hands on the wound, and a green light started glowing from it as it closed.

"What... What was that..?"

"A false hydra. Worry about it later, right now, you'll need rest. Healing spells take energy from your body-"

"I know how healing spells work," said Jim, already sounding sleepy.

"Alright, alright. Don't move I'll get you to bed."

He took the necromancer into a princess carry, and stood up. There, he froze.

The neck of the false hydra was slowly retreating, like a wound tentacle. It stretched on and on, into the forest below, and out of sight.

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[gigantic-spider]

Soarwood Graft (Day 23 of Magic Item March, a 31-day series of homebrewed magic items)

(Image source: "Warforged after all" by Werility; image description: A warforged, (a humanoid figure made out of metal and wood) kneels in the grass. Fungi and plants grow out of their body and drape over their metal body parts and armor.)

Wondrous item, uncommon (only usable by warforged)

While the soarwood graft is part of your body, you feel lighter and move around easier due to the magical nature of the wood core of your limbs. You may use an action to cast the levitate spell on yourself at will, medium armor that you wear loses its property that gives you disadvantage on Stealth checks (if it has one in the first place), and you are considered to be 50 lbs lighter than your normal weight.

Background

Since most people see warforged as being primarily made of metal plating, it is easy to forget that the core of the warforged is made of livewood, a special type of tree native to Aerenal. Though cut livewood does not continue to grow, it does not truly die, and it is this property that prompted an enterprising warforged artist named Spark to attempt something very strange: grafting other plants onto their livewood tendrils. Initial attempts were largely unsuccessful as well as rather painful, but eventually they managed to graft several small bits of living mundane plants into their livewood. They shortly discovered that keeping these plants alive was practically a full-time job, but as they continued to refine their technique they eventually replaced more and more of their metal plating with decorative plants. Warforged and artificers around Khorvaire heard about this living art installation and have begun research into how these grafts could be potentially weaponized or industrialized. The soarwood graft is an initial development from one of these individuals, a prototype that could potentially even allow warforged to fly.

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Spark has become a symbol for the warforged rights movement, living proof that they are more than simple weapons of war. They are scheduled to visit the warforged laborers in Sharn, but local warforged leaders have heard that Spark might be targeted for assassination while there. You have been asked to serve as a proactive security force to find out who wants Spark dead, and why.

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[ahno-nimus]

INTERVIEW WITH WERILL

As I'm sure you all know, Werill was recently captured for his memetovore plot, uncovered by Serioth and thwarted by Hummbirb and Lepriss, whose wherabouts are currently unknown. I sucessfully secured an interview shortly before his final judgement. Transcribed Below.

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Interviewer: Hello Werill. It's been a while.

Werill: Oh. It's you. What are you doing here?

I: I have secured an interview with you, before they decide what to do with you.

W: And how did you do that?

I: I ask the questions here. And I called in some favors.

W: Hmm. Fine. Ask away.

I: Excellent. Firstly, where is Serioth? His last known location was at your lair.

W: Frankly, I don't know. After my memetovores finished with him I set him on his feet and let him stumble into the distance. Even if he's alive, his mind's long gone.

I: Hmm. I doubt that highly. Serioth is hardier than you think. Second question. What did you want. What was your aim.

W: Is that not obvious? Power. It was power before and it's power now. You know me.

I: Far too well. But this isn't about me. And that's not all, is it?

W: ... You're right. When my proposal to authorize banned spells for a price was shot down I realized the council was weak. Dedicated to their unceasing bureaucracy without the driving force of money. And the old bastard running the place is as unstable as it gets. The council needs change, and not the pansy stuff Hummbirb talks about. Real stuff. We could be rich, but instead we herd crowds of assholes for nothing.

I: ...I still very much doubt that's all of it. But I suppose that's all I'll ger out of you. Third question. How did you make these memetovores. They're very similar to those made by Sinata of caSolovi, who I'm sure you remember, but with interesting differences.

W: Isn't it obvious? While you were burning Sinata's notes, I took copies. I improved them.

I: Improved them how.

W: Little things. They still have that pesky Orichalcum weakness, if that's what you're worried about.

I: Well. That's all the time I've been allotted to speak to you.

W: Ah, too bad. I thought we would get more of a chance to catch up.

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Notes:

Some of his answers are worrying. I hope Serioth is found, but if what he says is true, what state will we find him in?

He was kept in an anti-magic cell so I could not use any of my truth-spells. We cannot be sure if he was telling the truth.

I would have liked to talk to him more, to be honest.

#wizard news #the memory plot

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[thats-on-point]

Biden’s First Day

 Authored by Ken Santos on Friday, January 22nd, 2020 at 6:00 PM EST         

      At this point in our country we have begun the beginning of the Biden presidency. As we dabble into the current changes that have taken place at this time we are given a clear indicator on what direction our country is beginning to trend. For some, this was planned for some time and now for others reality that the establishment will come for them as well is slowly beginning to be highlighted and the real agenda is beginning to play out. Causing Americans to slowly begin to understand some of those easily demonized opinions are now appearing to be the truth.

              The beginning of the Biden Administration has been filled with rapid change. Starting off Biden has rejoined the Paris accords and in doing so becoming a part of We originally departed from the accords due to the lack in what it delivered in relation to combating climate change and the financial burden it places on the United States in relation to the lower burden given to the most serve contributors to the problem. We need to negotiate a new climate agreement that focuses on the issue and doesn’t give the government an excuse to tax the issues away.

               Additionally the new Administration made the decision that puts us back into the W.H.O (World Health Organization) despite the fact we left the organization due to the misinformation they were spreading and the financial burden being held mainly by the American people for an organization that should be equally supported by the entire world. To enable an organization that lies and does not at least tell the truth about a potential pandemic to continue to have a say in the matters that govern the American people is irrational at best. Even the W.H.O. itself has acknowledged the precautions werill advised and the consequences will be worse than the disease itself.. The damage that has been done because of their overwhelming negligence should not be rewarded with compliance.

On day one the new President chose to cancel the Key Stone Pipeline and the border wall construction. Both projects had been approved and money already allotted and in turn may result in breaches of contract. Canada sure seems to believe this is the case as they have filed a lawsuit stating as much on the behalf of the Canadian workers. Either Way the loss of both these projects has caused a loss of jobs and income in an already financially trying time. With this trend coming out the gate, the American people may be subject to hardships as we continue to alienate ourselves and our allies.

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Warning the following information contains swearing detailed graphic descriptions and sexual references and criminal acts which could be upsetting to some viewers viewers discretion advised before reading the rest of this post remember this is all of my own oc is not official and I don't know how to make it if it's even possible anyone knows please comment but for now is this is my personal SCP but other Scps mentioned are real as in official

Special containment procedures:

Due to this SCP anomaly she is allowed to roam free the foundation so long as she doesn't try to escape or causes containment breach but due to her diswant of humming large group of people she is allowed to interact with other SCP so long as not to agitate them

Description:

SCP- 691 is a French female of age 18 with blonde curly hair brown eyes wearing a white 1950s outfit with pink stripes and a small crucifix around her neck which she keeps in her shirt with white shoes white socks and slightly smaller stature for girl of her earer and looks younger for age. On her right arm is a faded golden brown bracelet with green veins attached directly from the bracelet to her hand all attempt to move remove or even cut the veins resulted in failure subject doesn't feel ham but as desired to remove the bracelets even though she can't subject full name is Dizzy lalelu subject is able to speak fluent French and English language and behaviour is cocy confident and depending on the person also could be extremely rude with no fear of using bad language when want to

SCP-691 anomalous ability is that anyone who comes into physical contact with her becomes extremely sick and sufferers immense pain in a form of extreme cases of that particular illness illnesses are random SCP 691 has the ability to control and choice what sickness the person will suffer from although subject can only choice what illnesses the victim will have if she's aware that someone is about to touch her victims will be unable to die from the illnesses even after taking damage which is impossible to survive examples include decapitations but able to take pain and damage during the effect any treatment which can cure the illnesses are ineffective and only cause mild relief even other scps victims of describe the pain of the effect being 60 times worse than the then anything they have ever experienced illnesses are random and can vary to something as Cancer or simple as a bruising or a broken bone even not being actual illnesses but bodily harm or mental illness but in extreme cases. If the victim is not a living thing it will only contract SCP 691 personal illness referred to as the poison All effects from the subject will wear off exactly on hitting the 62 hours Mark the damage taken by the victim will disappear to its before state of infection including any surrounding damage victim has done during it's infection Any object she touches with bare hands,clothing or anything she permanently wearing other than the bottom of her shoes and feet will be affected by SCP-691-A and will remain in that state for exactly 62 hours after which it will resume to its normal state the area she touches has more veins in the area around it any damage taken whilst it's affected will disappear

There's a 50% chance that victims will contract scp-691 personal illness that only exist form her anomalous ability called SCP 691-A or referred to as the poison. Is important to note that depending on her mental state the poison will spread around the item unless is a living thing then veins will spread across the entire body including internal but if the object is anatom it was spread around the item 2 cm. If it the SCP is stress this area will increase to 4m depending on the amount of trauma higher levels could spread around the entire item

Anything that is affected with the poison almost immediately will grow green veins all around the victims body these veins will cause the body to experience extreme pain this pain is on going to the point of causing madness and according to victims and reaches of victims anatomy and body during experience concludes that the victim has no relief not even for a second the pain is ongoing for exactly 62 hours the victim suffers mental anxiety pain and will try anything to stop the pain even if it means killed themselves although victims are unable to die during this state the mental and physical extreme pain causes extreme acts as destroying their heads on the walls to point that their heads are almost completely destroyed revealing blood bone and brain tissue they will rip out their own hearts with often skin and is screaming for anyone for the sake of help to usually begging for the paint to stop these States often leave the victim screaming in mental and physical pain non-stop for 62 hours observers has describe it as the most horrific thing that day have ever seen victims even after 62 hour Mark victims refer to there physically and 92% mentally state but experience symptoms similar to ptsd or pushed traumatic stress disorder and often have mild anxiety and depression depending on how strong either they will or ability to move on from experience is amnestic has failed to forget the experience due to anomalous effect by SCP 691 people are unable to forget it but interviews also chords to victim will not be driven to the point of suicide due to the experience afterwards SCP subject shows great distress when whenever somebody is affected with her poison and becomes agitated anyone who touches the green veins or object, the green veins will explode onto the person and the person will have the extreme urge to lick the green fluid that is secreted and anyone who consumes the fluid will suffer extreme cases of vomiting and diarrhoea in the same time for exactly 62 hours non-stop(it is also note that SCP- 691 does not like being called at and for now on will be referred to as Dizzy because that's her name and she likes being called that hey wait I don't write this Dizzy have you been in my files again) (Dizzy laughs) ha ha .

is also important to note that Dizzy doesn't need to touch victims to order to make them sick she can transfer her poison and any other illness to her desire for what seems to be pointing teleporting mist to her victims this can be avoided and she can only hit 2 victims at the time

She also has the ability to at will to cover her body in green veins, make her body glow or make it misty or make her hand misty. Touching the veins will have the same effect as touching object. Dizzy has the ability to transform into green mist this mist is unable to infect people with any disease including the poison otherwise known as SCP-A but is able to speak or touch or feel or even pick up any objects weril this form and usually only use it to go through doors that her mass is unable to fit through. The most anomalous thing about her is that she is immune to all SCP with a negative effectany SCP that usually to normal people will kill or violate in any other way including mentally control will ignore be scared or have no effect and act like either and normal object or a normal creature. Even when mobile task force are instructed to shoot her they are unable mentally and physically to shoot due to her anomalous ability it is concurred that nothing has the ability to directly harm or mentally harm or even have harmful intentions towards her anyone who tried are unable it also concluded that Dizzy is unable to sustain any damage whatsoever any damage done to her will leave absolutely zero effect on her and have zero signs of any damage tried to be done to her she is basically unable to be harmed in any way other than mentally indirectly or buy her own mental state it. Also seems that Dizzy herself is unable to age and all clothing and materials she is wearing doesn't seem to either or degraded. she is also unable to wear any other outfit other than the outfit she currently wearing due to green veins appearing on to any other clothing she touches technically she should be 88 because she was born in 1932 but she hasn't aged since 1950 she also seems to be immune to any negative effect in her virement if there's a strong gust of wind powerful enough to blow a man off its feet it will have no effect on her he doesn't even seem like he's in wind at all if she is putting two underwater for more than 3 hours she doesn't even get wet any water surrounding her will be infected with the green fluid of the poison and a water infected with the poison directly from dizzy hits a large body of water or any other forms of water or liquids it will quickly be transform into the poison and any creature touching it will have the same effect of wanting to lick it and suffer severe diarrhoea and vomiting. Anyone who knows or seen Dizzy will instantly know about her powers after 62 hours. The most dangerous thing though is when and angered to the point of extreme mental distress the green mist energy that is emitted when infecting people without needing to touch them will emit around her body creating a "vvvvvvv" noise this energy would then explode outwards of her in a form similar to that of an atomic bomb causing anything to be blown off and to be infected hundreds of people at one time by the "poison" Dizzy seems to have control of this stating that she can do this anytime she wants even demonstrating scaring hundreds of researchers before it's stopping at the last minute but she seems to have no control over its when under extreme mental stress

Is there for interviews with Dizzy should be handled with care to avoid extreme stress situations also noted that Dizzy herself has a very deep hatred to the foundation and refuses to work with the foundation in any means and refused cooperate would testing or xperimentations especially involving humans which makes work with her very hard with very little results and only will so if the sake of innocent civilians or any humans are under Risk if she doesn't but she will still refuse if even a human life is frightened by infecting the person who ordered those commands she also has an extreme hatred with Dr bright and the two should be kept separate Dr bright received hundreds illnesses including "her poison" on purpose due to pure anger and hatred

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