IWUAaDNW: Initiative 6.1

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Ẃ̵̡̡̧̛̤͉͎̰̹̟̹̻̖̫̖̈́͛̅̓͑̾̃̉̀̒̿͝ͅh̷̛̦͈͙̯̰̖̭̹̯̗̹̙̝̿̈́̂̑̈̽̀̀̏̆̅̚͜͝͝a̸̢̧̛̳̞̰̤̗͍͕̜̖̰͖͓͓̩͖̬̘̖͋̎̏̉́͂͘͘͘͜ͅt̴̡̛̛͕̀͌̒̈́͆̎̚͘̕ͅt̸̡̢̡̨̢̯͚͍̤̞̯̺̓́̊́͑͒͌̊̉͛̄̐̚͝͠ͅţ̵̡̡̗̜̤̟͔̻̜̯͚̠̻̪̝̰͚̰͙͈͖̓́̏̈́̂͊̀͘͝w̵̛̰̹̭̹̫͔̣̜̱̲̯̱͓͚̹͋̄̿̄̔̋̋͛̂͗̊̒͆͊̅͛̏̄͛̚͝h̶̬̱̪͓͙̱̰̖͙̬̳̖̻̳̰̄̉̊̽͆̈̀̀̆͊̔͋̃́͋̓̄̕͝͝ä̸̧̛̻͈͍̠̟̺̲͙̥̣̼̮̩͈̣̱̼̦͂̀͒̂͗̏͜w̸̨̢̭̗̜̼̠̲̰͂̽̽͂͒̐̕h̸̺͚̹͎͚͍̤͇̮̒̈͋̽̐̄̈́͜͜͝͝a̸̡̧̝̱̫͈̝͔̝̟̲̟̣͓͓̲̲͔̟̤̙͇̘͔͊͂͗̉̿͐͌̒͘͝w̴̡̛̫̪͕̩͓̩̹͉̘͈̙̩̬͓̻̠͔̼͚̭̘͋̀͑͊͌̂̉̋͝h̶̛̗̹̬̊̉͒̎̎̉͝w̶̺̗͉̞̝͕̙͙̰̯̩͊̔͂͐͑̌͌̍̓̒̀͂͐́͝w̸̤̰̥̱͚̱͍̟͚͈̼̠͐̈̽ẃ̴̧͎̬̲͚̫͕̱̰̤̜̠̯͇̟̝͍͈̐̓̆͗̉̒̋͆̃̿̽͘ͅ
̷̡̧̬̮̙̟̤̙͈̞̞̟̳̃̍͋͒͜͜

W̶̛̬̙͙̮̟̞̥̮͚̼̭͖̭̲̮̝̫̪̹̱͎̖̬̭͉̪̻̮̲͈̟̤̩̻̩̞̤̫̰̦̽̾̎̃͐̏̄͋̓̋̄̽̏̏͊̓̌̏͂̂̑̃̉̎̑̀̇͐͋͌̕̕͜͝
̶̼̠̀͌̏̉̓̀̏̃̾̇̂̍̍͐͑̈́͛́̀̅̏̓̌͆̀̄̀̇͐͂̌̄͋̐̔̀̊͒̈́͗̓͋͋͗̿͘̕͝͝͝

H̶͎̣̭̀͑̒͋́̚Ơ̵̡̛͔̻̠͇̱̪͒̀̏̎̑̈́̒́̊́́͑̆̂̍̈́̑͛̌̑̍̚̕̕͜͝͝R̸̞̦̖̼̞̗̣͓̟̤͖̣̺͋͂́͂͆͋̕͠–̴̧̡̢̨̧̛̻̰̥̥̺̖͚̪̼̰͉̳̩̠̻͙͈̲̺͓̬̗̩̤̝̱̲̐̍̔̈́̈̓̋̀̈́̃̍̔͑̀̎̑̾͛̍͛̓̀̑͑͗̓͐̚̚͘̕͝–̷̧̢̛̯̮̼̘̖̜̼̼͖̖̦͖̝͚̺̪̖͈̭̤̻̣̻͉̫͍̥͖͗̆̌̿̈́̂̌̌̾̿̄̑́͗̀̿͂̋̐̈́̇̀͘̚͜͜͠

–̶̫̳͇͍͚͙̖̣̺̱̺̼̖̮̰͕̚ͅ–̷̫̯̙̗͔͕̓̌̂͑̔̒̈̀̈́̋͜͝ị̶̛̼̻͖̙͂͊͒̈́̈́̆̽̽̌̂͝ş̷̝̾̈́̎͋̒͆̎͂̍́͐̂̉̔́̿̓̕͠i̵̧̛̪͓̝̠̠͉͚͔͔͙̤̣͈͎͔̓̆̂̏g̴̜̰̟̣̯̠̩͙̼̮̗̎̏̌̓̿͘̚͠ͅn̵̡̛̰̰̝̰͔̰̪̲̰̥̟̗͎̤͛̀̀͗̇͋̊̑̈̀̽͊ḁ̴̛̳͎̅͑̿́̊͑͗̔–̴̢̧̫̲̘̰͍̱̣̲͗̂́̉̿͂̔͐̑̚–̸̺͖̼͇̤̔̓͗̍̃

D̵̝͚̭̪̠͓͙̉̿̌̕̚e̶͖̤̯̦̭̱͋̑͑͐̇͊̋̓͜͝ş̶̛̪̞͖͖̲̞̘̇͒̀̎̕͝i̵̱̰̤͆͘g̸̡̝̰̥̳͎͘n̶͈̘̂̈́̃̇̊́̈̓̚a̵̦̼̱͑̀̒́̚͝t̷̹͙̬̀̚͠͝ī̷͕͂̇̈́̀̆o̴̡̡̺̹̎̅̿n̴͚̟̋͛̈̓̉̚͝

D̷͎͕͈̦͐̈́̾ï̵̢͓̺͋̚s̵̗̰͉̑ả̴̞̜͕̫̀g̶̳̜̱̊ŗ̶͈͕̥̀̀̿̇ë̵̜̺́e̸͇̜̊̀̚m̷̪̓̍̌͗e̵̦͊ǹ̶̗̥̌̂t̶̫̪̐̆͘

S̷̢͗ù̵̞g̷̥͗g̷̜͝e̵̜̚s̶̮͛t̴͈͝i̶̗̍o̷̘̕n̴͓̐

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Agreement

S̴̢͉̟̜̺̤͉̦̩̙͚͚͖͔̯̜̱̳͓̝̦̭̤̗̬͒̈́͌̎̑͜͜ͅͅͅt̸̢̨̨̡̛̬̜̖̟̼̲͚̞͎̥͎̲͓͍̩͚͇̤͚̟̪̗͖̥͖̍̔̌̋͐͊̈̄̓̌̀̋̓̓͂́̋̋̆̍̽͂̅͒̊̽̓̓̚͜͝͝͝ͅ–̵̡̢̡̡̡̡̣͓̞̲͉̠̟̻͎͎̣̬̳̱̼͓͕͍̙͚͎͎̞̫̭̩͇̱̫̦̲̰̪̻̄͐͒͊͐̋͋̈͋̊̈͂́͂͜͜ͅͅ–̶̢̡̡̜̘̮͇̭̼̗̤͕̯̖̩̬͍̙̟͇̙͙̳̟̲̪̼̳̟͊̓͛̒͌̊̎̀̂̓̐͋͌̓̓͌̍͊̈́̽͒̚͜

“Taylor?”

…

Huh?

What had ju̸s̶t̸…?

I felt… dizzy. D̶i̵s̴j̶o̸i̴n̸t̴e̷d̸. Like I’d just woken up from anesthesia, or from a c̵̢̻͛̇ö̵͎ņ̵͚͑c̶͉̒͗ǘ̶̢̡̚ssion. My senses felt muddled, though with every m̷̹̄̄ó̸̫́ḿ̵̤è̷̹ņ̶͒t̷̠̩͒̍ ̶̼̅̄that passed, my awareness returned. Down in my floors, the soldiers I’d been training with had realized something had happened, and they were calling my name, just like Karjn was. My minions… I had lost control over my minions.

It was a matter of an instant for me to retake control, and as I did so I was flooded by a sheer sense of relief from every single one of my loyal creatures. They had thankfully not used my disorientation as an opportunity to go for kills, which I was grateful for.