Amélie did not walk, she *strutted*. She'd learnt very early that there was no reason to do something *mundane* when you could be stylish. And she felt especially stylish, that day, that last treasure hunt had been more than a little profitable, she knew, her smirk nice and mysterious, as she liked to have it. Sure, she'd lost track of this hunt's rival during the whole debacle, but all that mattered was selling the artifact first. She held it in her hand, the Iron Scroll of Threzek, quite the find!~ Still, just to be on the safe side of things, she'd donned a long cloak, no need to advrtise herself *too* much.

Unbeknownst to the strutting psionic swashbuckler, though, she was being watched by a diminutive figure, green and covered in potion-bearing bandoliers...

Giosli looked at the figure, unimpressed. The coat did little to hide her attitude, and the lack of sword along with it sealed the deal. She was the one that had played Mallea, was she? She didn't look like much... But still, she had to have something going for her to make a fool of her partner this way...

Not that Giosli had minded the opportunity to test a few of her Waking Draughts on a test subject. Still. A slight had to be paid back, somehow, had it not?

And so, by complete "coincidence" did Amélie collide with the little alchemist. Blinking, the swashbuckler moved quickly, though failed to properly catch the falling goblin.

"Oh, my deepest apologies, ma chérie! I did not see you!"

Giosli herself had fallen back in her usual social anxiety, partly a front, partly honest. "O-oh- th-that's- that's okay! I just- huh- oh gosh- I was in a hurry, m-my assistant is nowhere to be seen and- and I need a second pair of hands at my shop!"

Amélie helped the ball of nervousness and glassware get up off the ground and blinked. She had a scroll to deliver, but something told her she could afford a bit of a détour... might even get her out of an ambush's way!

Guided by the alchemist, the two disappeared into an alley...

A figure followed.

Amélie did not seem suspicious of anything. This made GIosli nervous, ironically enough. Did she know she was being led to a trap? Did she know something she didn't? Or was she simply that blind?

Still, the two arrived to the goblin's hideout. Giosli had a lot of these labs, using her underworld connections to get clients all around. This one hadn't been used that much until recently, somewhat run down... The hidden lab was in a better state, of course, but even as she led her mark to a trap, Giosli couldn't help but feel self conscious as Amélie spoke.

"Mes dieux, chérie, you need more than one additional pair of hands, I think... Well, show me the main place I can help then I'll be on my way, oui?"

Giosli pulled her hat over her head a bit as she blushed a darker green, before nodding "R-right... just in the back, please..."

Amélie strode forward, humming to herself... was she really that clueless?

Still, Giosli wouldn't let her chance pass, downing a short draught of athletics, taking out a rag she carried and quickly pouring an intellect-dimming brew atop of it (perfect against psions), before suddenly leaping onto Amélie's back, pushing the rag over her mouth as she held onto her back, her muscles, just for a moment, having grown firmer...

Amélie fought back, but not for long, as her eyes slowly crossed and her expression melted into placid vulnerability...

Giosli kept the potion-drenched rag there for a few more seconds, before hopping off, just in time, her boost to her body already was fading... But now that she was in control, all embarassment faded as she readjusted her spectacles, her expression neutral, cold.

"Now, then. Are we perhaps more pliable?"

Amélie giggled, nodding, turning towards the voice, a bit of drool already forming around the corner of her lips, where the rag had been pressed. "H-huuhuhh..."

Giosli removed the cloak easily, figuring she ought to get a good look at her new guinea pig when she noticed that something was... off.

The blue streak that she'd expected in the swashbuckler's brown hair was present, yes... But it was dye, obvious dye, now that she took a look at it.

"...it can't be... a fa-ah!~-"

Her statement was cut short as an etheral blue blade passed through her head, phasing through it, scrambling her thoughts, pausing them in their tracks as she froze up, slack-jawed.

Amélie (the real one) shed her cloak, idly twirling her blade to melt the goblin down further and further.

"Perceptive!~Not enough to avoid my little trick, but perceptive nonetheless!"

The fake Amélie stared at the new one, her reduced intellect making understanding the situation all the harder "W-whuh? Who's you?... why'd you look... like me?..."

Amélie let out a polite (if triumphant) laugh as she finally retracted her blade, Giosli falling face first in her chest, drooling. "Ah, right, I suppose I did do a good job at making you forget, didn't I?~ Well, to be fair, chérie, you were so easy to beat in duel I would've thought you wanted this~ Not that I'd blame someone for wanting to be me."

She thought a bit as she walked up to her doppleganger, before adding "But I'd rather be the only genuine article!~"

Before the dumbed down woman could ask what she meant, the swashbuckler snapped her fingers "Down we go. You'll wake up remembering it all, oui?~"

A flash of blue overtook "Amélie's" vision as she collapsed, caught in the dashing swashbuckler's arms as she fell into a hypnotic slumber.

Finally, the sole conscious person in the room, Amélie took her prize back from the passed out woman, laying her in a chair, before crouching by Giosli.

"Mh... I could be wrong, but you have a few bounties on your head, don'tcha?~"

The goblin let out only a few giggles. Amélie wondered if she'd maybe gone a bit too strong on the psionic attack. Then figured better safe than sorry, in this situation.

"I'll take that as a yes! I guess I could get myself some more gold for my troubles... Oh, mais don't worry, I'll make sure to notify your girls. They'll save you later, and I'll get to capture you again~"

Giosli offered no objection as she was hoisted on the swashbuckler's shoulder and the latter strode out.

Of course, though, Amélie was nothing if not distractible, noticing an inn on her way... she could wait *one* day, right? Not everyday she had the chance to toy with one of that damn trio...

Later that night, the swashbuckler was more than slightly entertained by her little green coat hanger, resting lazily on her bed, scroll by her bedside...

But she'd have to leave soon, she quickly figured as she heard a clattering of heavy armor and a gruff, familiar voice asking a quaking innkeeper about her room.

Grabbing the scroll, she whispered one last thing to the goblin, before hopping out the window and onto the roofs, out of sight, in the shadows.

Mallea threw the door open, letting out an annoyed grunt as she found it Amélie-less, only an open window... She approached Giosli, removing the cloak that had been placed over her face "You're supposed to be the responsible, you know? Can't believe you'd fall for... whatever her idea was. Now, let's go back to P-"

She blinked as Giosli took out a little box of pink powder, only marked by a heart... "Oh blast-"

The Goblin blew on it, the love-dust covering her girlfriend's face and mouth as the dullahan's eyes turned to hearts, her flames just a bit pinker...

Mallea tried to resist it, she knew the two had to head out, that this was a way for Amélie to embarass the two... she had to resist, she knew, she could do it... She took a deep breath, moving back...before she threw herself with lovey dovey abandon at her beloved, her brain tinted pink. Thoughts of fighting it quickly fading as her lips found their mark, her conscious blacking out in favor of nuptial bliss.

The two'd probably break out of their respective daze before the guards got involved, Amélie figured as she left in the dark, almost sad she didn't get to see it. But oh well, she had a job to be paid for, and barmaids to seduce!

With that comforting thought, Amélie left the two behind to their entranced makeout, thoroughly satisfied.