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Coughing profusely, Napoleon blinked in confusion as he stared up at this stranger, trying to see her features clearly into the shadows cast by the burning building. For some reason, she seemed... familiar. No that can't be it, he assured himself. This is only a hallucination brought on him by the stresses of a life-or-death situation. Nothing more.

"Thank you madame for rescuing me," Napoleon said as he got up and dusted off his clothes, which were repairing the scorched portions back to pristine condition. He then gave her a low bow. "If you haven't pulled me from that building, I would've been burned alive. Nevertheless, as long as that stupid doll who tried to control me are still pinned to that wall, then I'm satisfied. I trust that it will find Hell to be much more accommodating. Anyway, to who do I owe the pleasure?"

Await the strange person's response.

Delilah: "Miss. Lacy, have you heard the news from Graycastle?"

Miss Lacy: "Why I certainly have, Delilah! Apparently, a little girl your age broke into the castle and murdered the king! She claims that he is a mean old man who threw her dolls into a fire. Thought it was funny too!"

Delilah: "How did she get past the king's guards?"

Miss Lacy: "I've heard that she 'dreamed' a horde of giant spiders into being and slipped pass them while they fought with her creations."

Delilah: "What an impetuous girl! Heavens save us from her! What place is doomed to be visited by her next?"

Miss Lacy: "There's a rumor that she's being called to another world where monsters roam and everything is the playground of a big man craving for excitement in the form of a big fight between people from different worlds! Currently, the little girl is fighting a cat that can manipulate objects with its mind."

Delilah: "Yes, I hope the kitty turns her inside out!"

[A third doll enters]

Delilah and Miss Lacy: "AUGH, IT'S HER! SHE IS HERE!"

Doll!Daphne: "Au contraire, my inferior naysayer! You see, the cat may be strong but it is still a stupid animal. It will die, and die, and die, and die until it decides to go home. Then I will be the one to turn the others inside out, not necessarily in that order."

Delilah: "What is it you want?!"

Doll!Daphne: "What I want is to be the greatest girl in the universe! I don't want to be a princess or a queen any more, I want to be a goddess! Scratch that, I am already a goddess; I just have to prove it!"

Miss Lacy: "You are a bad, bad, little girl! Just you wait until I inform your parents! They'll give you a spanking you won't soon forget!"

Doll!Daphne: "In that case, if you know a bit of necromancy, you're more than welcome to call their souls back into their dusty bones and tell them. Since I 'dreamed' myself into being 13 years old forever about 150 years ago, I'd been my own boss. I answer to no one but myself."

Miss Lacy: "You are an aberration from Hell itself! A freak-"

[Doll!Daphne makes a motion with a hand and Miss Lacy's head pops off her neck. The doll collapses a second later.]

Delilah: "Auugh by the gods, you killed her!"

Doll!Daphne: "No, I'd simply incapacitate her. No need to lose your head over it. [Giggles] Calling me a freak is like calling a newborn baby a mistake. I'd personally preferred the term 'dreamer'. I have many dreams and the ability to make them real. Sure, I'm incapable of remaking whole swaths of reality like a proper goddess could but I intend to get there. It will be a utopia for me.

[Doll!Daphne summons an illusion showing a doll-version of Cat getting roasted on a spit, above a campfire.]

Doll!Daphne: "And a total nightmare for my enemies."

As Daphne continued to play with her dolls, the seventy fighter jets she 'dreamed' into existence continued to dogfight Cat. Though some of them and the other, nontangible fighter jet illusions were taken down by the swords, the rest will continue their tasks until they are banished by Daphne herself or eradicated.

Continue the air battle as usual.

A mysterious person who is hopefully throwing dwarves shaped like books into a furnace.

(Technically, food do undergo a chemical reaction when heat is applied. That's right, it took chemists in humanity's distant past to ensure that we can actually stuff our faces with things that would've taken longer to digest otherwise. )

"Breakfast~♪!" Annabelle sang as she prepared two platefuls of deliciousness. "Even in this strange time, it seems to be guaranteed that the amenities of the modern age would've melded nicely with mixed ancient cultures! Next we'll discover that the Ancient Greeks have access to their variant of the Baghdad Battery. It probably have enough voltage to power some sort of flying machine! This would've been a wonderful time to be alive if everything weren't so wrong!"


Annabelle rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she thought of whether there are other people who are currently pondering this strange new world and their place in it. Perhaps she and Jammy should take a walk around town to locate these people. However, that can wait for the next few minutes. Right now she wiil:

Eat breakfast while determining which places to start looking for more 'Awakened'.

Alcoholic, rock humping scumbag- I mean dwarf.

A woman shooting a bow.

As the fighter jet finally righted itself after nearly being knocked out of the sky by the strange explosion of light, Daphne opened her eyes to find that all of her 'duplicates' have been banished. Looking around, she saw the same newcomer that walked out of the portal shortly after she picked a fight with Cat. Something told her that he was the one who caused the bright explosion. However, he was too far away to be an immediate threat, not to mention that she couldn't be bothered with him due to having a psychic cat on her heels. However, that doesn't mean that she couldn't protect herself better.

Lucidly 'dreaming' a bubble shield around the fighter jet, Daphne will order the plane to strafe Cat again with multicolored missiles.