Shield Thy Loved Ones

Andre let out a sigh, shoved his hands in his pockets and crouched low because, at this point, he saw no reason to stand.

"So uh, we weren't trying to turn her into a goddess, right? Or did I miss that part?"

Andre wouldn't hesitate to speak his mind, though it seemed like the others didn't care much anyway.

"So basically this was all for nothin'? Who's this St. Joan D'arc anyway? I never heard of a goddess that went by that name..."

MaDAS suddenly began to emit a sort of working sound, as if something inside of him was charging up. His eyes closed, blinked several times, and finally opened again.

"Joan D'arc, nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans", is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years' War and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint."

Andre stared at the android, processing what had just happened.

"Dude, can you use the internet...with your mind?"

"Yes, mobile internet and communication access is among my various support features."

Andre spaced out, to such an extent, actually, that he soon found himself sitting all the way down rather than just crouching. It would be an understatement to say that he wasn't exactly sure what to do with this information, but for now, he would just dismiss it for later application.

"M'kay, so basically, you (points to Danielle) are...Joan of Arc? Is that what I'm hearing? And somehow our spells caused you to possess redhead's wife? See, this is why I prefer physical augmentation magic, people usually don't get possessed by speed. Well, technically...i-it's debatable, but you get what the H-E-double hockey sticks (the kid) I'm saying."

Speaking of the kid, Scathach suddenly released her grip on MaDAS' hand and approached this Joan D'arc.

"You aren't my Mama. Why do you look like her? Where is she?"

MaDAS looked up to the woman.

"I lack the adequate data on summoning magics. Will this be permanent, or would it be possible for you to relinquish control of the body to it's rightful owner?" His voice was calm and robotic, yet the tone was soft and pleasing to the ears, designed and edited for several painstaking hours to be perfect.

"This woman..." MaDAS looked down to the little girl.

"She has a family."

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