"Yeah. It used to be more common than it is now. I know it is possible only there must be a trick to it - there's nobody there, it's like when you try to Stone To Flesh a statue."

"Try to what?"

"Magic can be used to similar effect, if you make something that is not a person shaped like a person with a spell that changes the form of things but not the mind."

"Hm. I suppose you could give her to Universal Prayer and see if they can do anything for her. Making a deathly erroneous person is illegal and not eating or drinking will kill her sooner or later, but I think a judge would understand it was a mistake, and presumably you haven't tried making anyone else since you realized you were missing some information?"

"Of course not, I'm not going to attempt anything else like that until I have tracked down someone who did it safely and gotten them to explain exactly how. Maybe not even then. It was - really upsetting, waiting to meet someone and then -" Shiver. "I'll take her to Universal Prayer. Thank you."

"You poor thing. Do you need help carrying her? I could send my wife with you."

"Nah, if I hold onto her and walk with her she catches herself. And I want to get my things together before I bring her over, just in case the judge doesn't feel very understanding and instructs me to go away. Thank you, though."

"You're welcome. It might look better if you make a real report, after you drop her off, at one of the justice offices."

"That makes sense, thank you. I'll do that."

"Poor dear. Is there something in particular you needed her for that you'll need help with now?"

"I wanted to get started on a magic research project. It's not time sensitive or anything."

"All right. Poor dear, I'm so sorry."

"Thank you. I'll let you know how it all sorts out."

"Please do, I'll be so anxious if I don't hear, now."

She smiles at him and heads back with their dinner to her hotel room. 

Asmodia II accepts her dinner, sets about eating it efficiently, and looks at Carissa expectantly over her plate.

"He figures I should take her to the local church of vague affinity for the natural world, see if they can do anything for her, and then go to the courts and file a report about it and hope the judge takes pity. He thinks they probably will. I did promise I wasn't even thinking about making another person in light of having messed up so badly, If I were alone I'd be inclined to flee, in case the judge doesn't take it lightly, but you exist so I'm more undecided, since we don't lose everything if I die or get packed on a ship to a prison colony or something."

"I think it unlikely that they have a prison colony. Given the ability of the prisoners to make arbitrary people on demand it would be untenable. If they can't determine that you are going to operate within their rules they probably have little choice but to execute you. I'll take most of the money, get my hair wet to confuse the color, leave the building, and go wait at the marina. You wait so no one sees 'you' leave twice unless they're paying oddly close attention, bring her and make your report, and meet me there. If I haven't heard from you by the time I'd need to go to sleep, I'll book passage on a waterboat and sail somewhere else on the round where I won't be recognized and assume I need to carry on alone but won't be too far to track down if you can regroup with me later."

"Lemme write down everything I think you might need to make a wizard who knows how magic in Golarion works first, then sounds good."

Asmodia II nods. Finishes her dinner, resumes prayers.

She writes down the things she thinks you'd want to know to make someone just as useful as her if not moreso. All the spells she has ever heard of, magic theory, what is known in her world about the planes and the universe, how Cheliax works politically and religiously and in practical mundane ways in case they end up being able to interface with Asmodeus's church there, the habits of mind that are most valuable for a wizard to be good at, her personal magical notation so they can use her spellbook, magic item creation which she hasn't told anyone on this planet about - they probably want wondrous items not arms and armor like Carissa knows - 

She hands this to Asmodia II along with her spellbook. "You probably want to make them with knowledge of how to use the spellbook and then with knowledge of a handful of other spells deep enough they can write it into the spellbook from memory. I haven't memorized them like that, it's mostly only adventurers who bother, but if someone can start with it then they can start with Summon Devil which I haven't got and we can get communications with home from there."

She nods. Takes the book and cash, wets her hair and wrings it out and goes.

It is super weird that Carissa who has never gotten particularly attached to any of her hookups or coworkers has an enormous crush on a person who she literally made to be perfect and accordingly not want anything like that ever. She hangs her coat over Asmodia 1 so she'll be less of a spectacle and starts prodding her towards the church. She thinks it's the - ruthlessness, and the clarity it brings? Ruthlessness is hot and knowing exactly where you stand with someone is very reassuring.

One step at a time, through the streets to the temple.

The Monastery of Universal Prayer has a nice building with a well tended gardens and monastics singing and chanting various prayers while they garden. They wear blue robes. One comes to greet her and Asmodia I when they appear. "Welcome," he says.

"Hello." How do you manage - apologetic and nonthreatening but also someone who there is any reason at all to keep alive - "I made her. She's the first person I have made and I read four books with advice and did all of the checklists every day for two weeks and put everything on a notecard and - she's not there, something's wrong."