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No comment. What's worse is that they actually are the only hope for their species, unless there's another one no one told them about.

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Well, there's the person who just said she'd do their jobs.

"Ugh."

Pace, pace. "This is going to require at least a few hours of thinking and order-checking before I can let you move around and do things without minute-to-minute micromanagement again. Are any of you going to be missed or get hungry or anything in the interim in a way I should address?"
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"Depending on how many hours you had in mind we will eventually become hungry enough to be uncomfortable but not urgently. Legend will be missed but the Doctor, Contessa, and I won't be. Alexandria has doubles who can substitute when she disappears, and Eidolon is already absent."

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"You are probably the least terrible of the bunch," Promise remarks to Legend, "I can probably lock you down gentler than them with fewer twisty contingencies, call it forty-five minutes, will that be fast enough for you to get back seamlessly?"

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"Close enough that I can cover for it."

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"Right then."

So Promise obtains some paper to think on, quizzes Legend about what he needs to be allowed to do, and has him back through the gate after forty minutes.
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He disappears to go take credit on behalf of his organization for the defeat of the Fallen, or whatever it is that the Protectorate head is supposed to be doing today. The other five get left to take dictation.

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Promise thinks up orders. She detours to Hawthorn to get them all lunch and let them eat it while she thinks more.

"I'm debating," she says, "whether I should let you have my name. I mean, I don't have any precision amnestics so it seems a little heavy handed, I'd probably have to wind up letting Bonesaw think of something if I didn't want to use your own mechanism to wipe you all entirely and either one might just fail to work on Alexandria, and I wouldn't be thrilled about Bonesaw knowing such a secret even exists, but you really shouldn't know it. I was originally going to end this entire mess with you and I under reciprocal orders to not give each other further orders but then the news turned out to be worse than expected. Are any of you envisioning futures where you use my name, to disclose elsewhere or to give me orders that I wouldn't like?"
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"We never planned to, and it's unlikely that using your name would be the most effective way to reach any goals; you've succeeded in making that very clear."

The Number Man agrees, and adds that "we're capable of deciding not to use your name even in the unlikely event that Contessa suggests it. You can have her directly check that we'd follow through if it came up, for all of us except Eidolon."
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"What a surprisingly non-terrible idea."

Promise implements it.

She shuts down the particularly unethical behaviors of their organization, addresses various information security concerns, makes an appointment to go see if she or possibly one of Peak's less time-strapped sorcerers can heal their incarcerated victims, forbids them to share her name or give her orders anyway just to have an extra layer of security, sharply narrows how they may use their powers, puts them on one of the most rigorous check-ins-for-order-updates schedules that she ever uses for released Kept, makes sure that they have not withheld anything more important than their favorite colors (she learns that they were considering having her gate to the likely-intractably-numerous sites of Scion's real body so that it may be more effectively shot at), has one of Peak's sorcerers come along and stare at them all for fifteen minutes in case Promise needs to kill them and finds the Kept an inefficient means of doing it (except Eidolon, who has already vassaled all of Peak's sorcerers); mutters darkly about how terrible everyone is some more; and lets them go home.
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Well that was...a loss. Definitely. But went about as well as a loss of that scale possibly could, in retrospect. They get back to doing shadowy conspiracy things.

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And Promise goes and hashes out long-term orders for Peak's court, takes pictures of a few of the fairies from it, has a dinner and a sleep and a breakfast and interviews with fifty-seven ex-Fallen new Kept, posts a portrait of Peak to her photo blog captioned I met friendlier-than-average fairies yesterday! This is Peak; she's a shining splicer. Pictures of her girlfriend tomorrow., sends Dragon some emails, and investigates what portions of the internet are good for finding people to hire who are not terrible in any way.

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For the first time in forever, she gets left alone. No catastrophes knocking on her door or worlds falling apart in a way that calls for her intervention.

And then Glaistig Uaine shows up. She walks in to the Hawthorn settlement, intimidating capes by her presence and not being shy about threatening them with her spirits but also not killing anyone. (All the cowering might be contributing to that decision.)

"Where is Promise?"
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Promise was in her tree drawing up plans to sweep the Queenscourt without having to get the Queen's name from Contessa or make it too overtly obvious to assisting Kept that fairies being vassals is a thing, but the Kept know how to get ahold of her in emergencies and this is one. Out she comes.

She is surprised, but not too surprised to hit Glaistig Uaine with a "Stop. You may, deploying no powers, speak."
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The Faerie Queen waves a hand. "It is not for you to give orders to me unsolicited. And you need not defend, I am not here to kill you or your vassals."

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"What are you here for, then?" Promise asks, noting the non-stopped-ness of Glaistig Ulaine's hand.

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"I have been reminded that my part in the dance of the faeries is yet to come. And that any fae I collect are no longer serving their purpose.
You are to provide me the use of your orders. Ensure that I cause the deaths of none, preserving the shades only of those whose part ended through some other action."
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"I can't do that while you're preventing yourself from hearing me directly, or whatever else you're doing to block the orders," Promise points out.

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"Be warned that should you decide to attempt any betrayal, I will be informed and it will fail." One of her ghosts disappears, replaced by a different distorted figure.

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These are not optimal order-composing conditions, but. "Cause no human deaths." Does she go in for other nastiness? Would that constitute 'betrayal'? Promise hates not knowing what she's working with. "Is there anything else?"

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She shakes her head. "You plan to resist the King of the Faeries. He cannot be bested, but your failure is no concern of mine."

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"...That term is really confusing," Promise risks remarking.

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The Differently-Spelled-Faerie Queen is already on her way out, which she does by dematerializing.

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Promise does not risk trying to add a more complicated order to her on her way out.

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And that afternoon she gets a message from Cauldron.

"Scion's body can be gated to after all. What do you need to know to get us there?"
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