In the background Yomiko's shots pop and echo through.
At the improvised gun range, she's looking through the sights of the Beretta N11, focusing on the empty Pepsi cans stacked atop a stool from 95 metres away, just like Adel told her to. She's been at this for quite the while now, and she's getting good with her sharpshooting. I'll bet she'll have a story to tell when she gets back home in London.
Her hair slicked back in a rough ponytail, she squeezes off another shot.
The can pings and clatters to the ground.
She tries squeezing another round, but the chamber clicks empty. Sigh. She feels exhausted, and her wrists verge on getting carpal-tunnel syndrome.
Yomiko Readman hears the greeting commotion going on at the clearing, and so she brings herself over to join with the group. Ooh, we have some new guests on the coming! There's.. a vaguely elfin boy, his elongated ears pointedly outwards, and someone Yomiko's familiar with. The cat boy, what was his name again?
"Milo?" she says, excitedly approaching the furry cuddly guy. "Milo! You're here? Wandered out of Cerazela again? Ohh.. Milo..!" (Is that really him? His fur looks different.) "What are you doing here?"
She's picking him up, squeezing him so tightly by her bosoms.
edited 24th Feb '11 4:47:46 PM by QQQQQ
(Ah, I was wondering if this was the same continuity as the previous thread 
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Flinn looked around - he could have sworn he heard something, a whisper in his mind. Maybe it was Rain or one of the other squads trying to contact him - but surely he should be out of range by now. Maybe he was closer than he'd thought? But the forest...
No matter. He should try and contact them anyway, whoever they were. Hello? he thought, broadcasting the words out into the forest, aiming them at that faint whisper. Who is this? This is Guardsman Carpenter, can you hear me?
He heard a shout behind him, someone calling - "Milo"?
"What?" he said, turning quickly. "Who's there?"
A human woman, he saw, dressed very oddly in pants and a shirt and a hat. She was approaching him as if she recognised him. What the hell was going on?
Suddenly she picks hum up and engulfs him in a hug. "What the hell, miss?" Flinn yelps, when he finds his breath.
edited 24th Feb '11 4:50:10 PM by LoniJay
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OOC: Genovefa is a girl, not a boy, though I don't think I ever actually said so.
Human sub-species? In spite of her fear, Genovefa was annoyed; true, her legs could perhaps be a little longer, her shoulders a little less broad, but to be mistaken for a human? She was actually on the verge of saying something sarcastic, and had opened her mouth to do so, but shut it again when the human concluded that she was, indeed, not from this Otherworld. She sat up slightly as the spear was withdrawn, feeling only a little calmer.
Genovefa did not like Dr. Isaac Rose's tone, but it was still infinitely preferable to being threatened by the machine alien. "My name is Genovefa," she said, speaking more slowly now. "I'm not injured. The ground's soft here."
"I've never had to fight terrorists or anything like that before," she explained. "I don't know where I am, and I just want to get back to Earth. I came here through a portal, in that tree over there" - she pointed to it - "And I really don't think I'll be any use to you in a fight. If you just let me go home, I'll be out of your hair in an instant."
In addition to her fear of being skewered by one of these aliens, Genovefa was also feeling increasingly uneasy about that portal. Would it remain open for long? What if it closed, and she became stuck here? She didn't know how likely that was, but she feared the worst.
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(OOC: To explain, I imagine all the character threads, including this one, as being in the same continuity. Perhaps different 'verses, who knows? I imagine this might come into play, later.)
Yomiko does not realize the Carlian's displeasure, whirling him around in a spin, until she actually looks him in the face. There's no look of familiarity, no recognition. There's just annoyance in his unfamiliar eyes. And come to speak of it, asides from the fur, there's barely anything of Milo in this fellow.
Blushing, she hesitantly lets him drop down to the ground. What embarrassment she's feeling.
"Oh," she goes, "you're not.. Milo.." She scratches her head, acting perplexed. "I'm sorry about that. I met— a while ago, when it was Winter here, I met another fellow who looked just like you. I remember him saying he was a soldier in the faraway land of Cerezila.. he said he was lost. I don't seem to remember what exactly happened after. Do you know him, by chance?"
edited 24th Feb '11 5:03:33 PM by QQQQQ
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Aleister finished composing his thoughts. He'd kept silent with the new one's arrival, but she appeared to be of no threat. Still, he'd needed time. What exactly could he tell these people? And how much would they believe? Most would laugh such a thing away even if told to them by a trusted friend and he expected them to listen? If anything, he'd needed suitable time to put together an adequate explanation.
"I'm hardly a machine. Alice and Gant, was it? I can tell you what I am if you wish to listen, but I doubt you'll believe me. It's not the kind of answer most expect."
He drew his breath. "The official name for what I am would be a God Seed. I am an altered human infused with what one could call the flesh of fallen gods, if they were feeling poetic. More accurately, it's genetic material of an unknown race of 'precursors' that, supposedly at least, inhabited this earth before us. As you can tell, they weren't exactly human."
His wings unfolded again, followed by an unsettling wet crackling. "Genetically compatible individuals react to the samples and take them into their bodies. Sooner or later, abilities like mine manifest. They take a while to fully form but the results... let's just say the militaries of the world became very interested."
Some of the red liquid pooled onto one feather, and formed a grotesquely large drop. Then, with no warning, Aleister grabbed the drop like it was a solid object and plucked it. He held it out for all to see. It had taken the shape of a bright crimson fruit, the shape and size of which had never been grown on Earth.
"As for me..." he said before he bit the stem of the fruit and ripped it out. He nonchalantly tossed the fruit into a bush. It rolled down the gentle incline and into the mouth of an eager snake. Not quite sure what it just found, the snake decided to swallow it anyway and save it. As it would turn out, tomorrow's meal wouldn't be so important in a few seconds.
Trees blasted apart, ripping at their base. The sound was like a grenade going off next to a guitar amp. Aleister caught what remained of the snake as a cloud of upturned dirt billowed out of the bushes and into the sky.
"And that's about it."
edited 24th Feb '11 5:06:07 PM by KSPAM
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Flinn stares up at the human woman, bewildered. "I - what - you.. No. I'm not Milo," he said weakly. "I know him. The question is, how the hell do you know him?"
Milo was back at Patience. Flinn knew that. How could he have met this strange young woman with the accent and clothes, who talked a mile a minute and hugged people?
And why was the young woman all the way out here? Maybe... maybe she doesn't come from Cereliza? he wondered. Perhaps I've been sent over to the other side of the mountain range. Flinn had always been more than a little dubious about the tales of countries beyond the North.
edited 24th Feb '11 5:09:40 PM by LoniJay
Be not afraid...
What Flinn has said especially interests Ms Readman — it begs a lot of questions of what really is going on, as she tugs further on this innocuous looking thread. She breathes still, and tries to recall the first moment Milo bumped into her. (Gosh, why does this memory feel fuzzy? It's like remembering a tequila fest.)
"I met him, six months ago," she explains. "He wound up wandering the streets of London— that's the city where I live. He looked so helpless, the poor boy. At first, I thought he came out from a costume party or something. You see, I don't encounter such people like Carlians very often here. Then he explained himself. He had a glowing crystal with him, I hadn't ever seen before.
"And when I tried tugging on his adorable ears, thinking it was a headband of some sort, that's when it hit me that I might be dealing with a different, alien race. So I thought. And after that.. I was helping him to return home. Oough— I can't seem to recall much after that. Is Milo safe now? Safe at last?"
Yomiko rubs her temples, stuck on this weird gap in her memories. Best not try to recall that part then, else she'll wind up in a tizzy..
(OOC: Damn! Ninja'd!)
Well, now that that young lady has broken the ice with the creature, he came on out a little closer to the creature. Maybe he would be able to find out what it is. It sure looked like the fawns from mythology but it probably wasn't.
"So, how did you get here?" he said gently, trying not to scare the poor thing.
edited 24th Feb '11 5:21:17 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Flinn tried to follow what was going on. "Milo didn't go anywhere six months ago," he said, puzzled. If she meant when he and the rest of his squad had disappeared, she was out by several months, and Milo had told him the whole story of that and she had definitely not been in it. "As far as I know he's safe now, yes. As safe as he can be, anyway."
He looked at the other human, mildly annoyed by the strange soft way he was speaking. "I got here by magic," he said shortly. "Don't understand it myself. I wouldn't have believed it myself a year ago."
Be not afraid...
Seeing the explosion, Alice said, "damn, that could be useful. Not very subtle, but I presume you're not a 'quiet elimination' kinda guy anyways." Aleister's story was no stranger than some of the things she'd encountered in her existence, and he had no reason to lie, so he took his word as truth.
Meanwhile, Isaac said, "Earth?" Perhaps a linguistic oddity; that she spoke English could be the result of some artificial translator, and it might have a few glitchs. Or she might be a creature from a parallel universe. Still, now was not the time to rain down inquiries. "If you want to leave, we won't stop you. Looks like you can handle yourself." He had enough on his plate; examining the "elf" could wait. He turned his attention to the next newcomer, a small, furry creature. Yomiko seemed to recognize it, so Isaac said to her, "who... or what... is that?" Then, his patience worn out, he added, "and for fuck's sake, why does it speak English?"
The Sigil was disappointed; the creature had not, in fact, gotten itself devoured. Oh well, it had been worth a try. It turned its attention back to Genovefa. It did not whisper this time. It made no effort to disguise its nature. It spoke plainly into her mind:
T͖͖̲̫̪̹̈́̔ͨͭ̒͑h͈̼͕̙̙͗̍̈́e̘̦̗ͨ̉̋̐̓ ̪̘̗͎͍͙p̺̗͔̭̮̻͒̈́̿ͬ́̏ͬỏ̳̔r͉̜̭̹̟̓ͨ̒̂t̞̰̖̖͍̑̉ͪ̐ͭ͑͊ạ͍̱̖̈́̓͐̚l̲̊̓ͅ ͕͓̬̭̮̠͊̏ͣi̠̫͍ͦ͂̈́ͬs̰͍̤̝̮̲ͅ ͍͖͎̼̥͌c̥̝͓̥̗̬͗͑l͚̆̏̾̋̀ó͕́s̬͈̪̩͉ͣ̔ẹ͍̝ͅd͍̰ͥ̌ͣͬ͐ͫ.͕̯̪̰̙̲͊̂ͯ̐ ̼̜̳ ̳̖͎W̤͈̙͈͛̍̏i͉͇̱͖̻͒͆ͯt͇̋̌̔̇̊̍ḧ̟̩͚̩͍̍ͭͤ͐o̯̗̍̾̅͌u͖̫̯̣̟̿̃ͨ͆̾̓t͐͗͑̒͌ͬ̽ ̬̻͕̹̱̺̍̇ͫ̚ͅm̒̎̅ͭy̩̘̰͇ͬ̒̆̀ͣ̄ ̞ͫͥ̋̑͛h̳͍͍̟̼̱̖̎̌́͗ě͈̺̩̹̦̓̐l̼͎ͤ͋p̤͈̠̼̃̓͛͗̚,͉̞̼̰̎ͮ̇́͂ ̬̰̘̦͇͒͐̈ͨ̇y̬͙̪̮̣ő̦͚̲̘̦̅ŭ̻̠͐̏ ͔̩͍͔̍ͭw̫̩ͫͣ̊͊̚ͅi͓͔͚̩̗̚ḽ̖̝̳̹͌͂ͥl̻̬̯̹ͭͯ̉̀ͅ ̥͕̟̜̌͑͐n͓̬̦͔̯̘̘̐̃ͯ̽o͙̞̖͔ͩt̞̗ ̌͂͆b̬̘̩̼̦͚ͪ̍͛͐e̼̭̤̦̙̋̓̽̃̎͆̚ͅ ̯̥̥̯͈͈͙͋͐̒ͩ̚ả͉̜͉̙̦̄̔ͨ̿͗ͦb̗̋ͩl͙̔͆͛e̘̳̤ͯ̅̿ ͈͓̰̳͊t͍̲̭̖̫̦́͛̔o ͖ͥ͊̑op̗̫̲͎̤͉͕ͪ̓ͦͬ͑̾e̥̭ͣ̉̆̚ṋ̦̖̥ ̜̬̯͖̜ͅi͙̝̮̳̙͖̓̓̅ṱ̺͙͎͕̘́̄ ̙̗̫͚͔͎͎ͪ̿̎͌̉ͩā̤̯̘̫͉̥̇͊ͯͥ͂ͧͅg̹̺͓̮̤̠̔̓̈́͋å̓i̭̰̼̙͇̩̖n͙̻̟̰̩̉̈̐̓͆.͙̙̦̮̦̥̟ The portal is closed. Without my help, you will not be able to open it again.
edited 24th Feb '11 5:46:39 PM by KillerClowns
vigilantly taxonomish
Genovefa didn't move, staring transfixed as the God Seed demonstrated his abilities. Incredible. Truly, this was a bizarre and dangerous planet.
Suddenly, Genovefa heard a voice that made her stomach feel tight and her blood cold.
The portal is closed. Without my help, you will not be able to open it again.
Nobody had spoken, that was for sure; that had been telepathy. Genovefa sniffed the air and looked around for the source of the voice, but could locate no obvious culprits. Nobody was looking her way, and the humankind were all preoccupied by the furry creature or the God Seed. The forest was full of strange scents, and Genovefa wondered if the telepath was hiding somewhere in the undergrowth.
She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated with all her effort on her reply: Who are you? What do you want with me?
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"I can't see why it wouldn't. And why are you questioning something that trivial in our merry band of traveler?" Aleister remarked, genuine sarcasm dripping off his words. A wave of sudden weakness hit him. He might have poured a bit much into that.
"Need to recharge. Overdid that a bit." was all Aleister grunted as he climbed one of the taller trees, knife plunging into the bark. Exhuasted, he lifted himself on to the topmost branch. Yes, this was high enough. Without another thought about it, he stepped onto thin air, and fell.
But instead of a crunch or splat, only a whumph. But there on the ground lay without a shadow of a doubt, the unmoving body of the soldier. Was he dead?
Aleister stirred, raising himself up off the ground. Unscathed.
edited 24th Feb '11 6:01:06 PM by KSPAM
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"Did they just call me an it?" Flinn asked Yomiko suspiciously, as the crazy human began to scale one of the nearest trees. "Never mind. Guardsman Flinn Carpenter, at your service, miss." He pressed his crystal to his heart in a salute, and tucked it back into his shirt, a habitual gesture of many years. "Although really, I'm the one who should be asking you for help. Where exactly are we?"
edited 24th Feb '11 6:30:23 PM by LoniJay
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"Mexico. To hell if I know what's going on here. Something about terrorists. And... sorry I was being so condescending to you. I was... kinda thinking of my sons at the moment." He sighed as he thought of his triplets. What were they doing right now? They were probably fearing that something happened to him, when they didn't hear him coming home late at night. The Mafia was an obvious suspect since they were living in Sicily, but not this time.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
"We're in the Yucatan forest," Yomiko elaborates on Vincenzo's answer. "Once, there existed a great Mayan civilization in these parts. But, as I recall it, this civilization had become washed away in the 16th century. All that was left of their genius were their great pyramids and their calendar. And now, from what that man—" pointing to the winged fellow there— "had just told us, we've stuck in a middle of some war I don't want to partake."
She lets out a sigh, and her tummy makes a rumbly. "I'm starting to feel peckish. Haven't eaten since I've gone on that long bus trip here. You fellows feel like having dinner?"
(OOC: His name is actually Vinicio. It's on page 4. I thought it was a form of Vincent, too, but it's actually derived from the Latin word for wine. Heh.)
Vince smiled. "And I happen to be a professional chef. Let's see what we can find." He turned towards the forest, waiting for the young lady and creature to follow.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Char!
Well that newcomer definitely wasn't human, and now that the other had sat up it was clearer she wasn't human. The little one looked kind of like a gremlin, but not malicious. Also Adel had never heard a gremlin talk so calmly.
The buzzing had returned briefly, and an odd note in the air, but neither quite reached Adel's consciousness.
"Wait for me!" Adel called, jogging to catch up with Yomiko, the little guy and the chef. None of them looked like much of a fighter, and he wasn't one to sit back and let others do his work for him.
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"Whoa, whoa, hang on," Flinn said, as he followed them. He latched onto the one thing he'd understood about what the talkative girl had said. "A war? Between who? What are you talking about?"
The two of them seemed more interested in food. Maybe he was dreaming, Flinn thought sourly. It would explain a lot.
Be not afraid...
Char!
"I wouldn't call it a war, more prolonged civil unrest, around here there are these cartels that rebel against the government and set up their own territories. They tend to be over-armed and a bit trigger happy but there shouldn't be any too close by, according to my info. But apparently some thing's been killing camps without leaving a trace, and looks like it's going to be here in a couple of days."
edited 24th Feb '11 8:58:00 PM by Luthen
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"It'll certainly be a good exercise," Gant said, appearing noiselessly with the second group. His limited means of interaction with the elf having been exhausted, he hooked his hand over the flat of his sword, leaning in close to examine Flinn.
"I could have sworn that I know something like you," he said. "But, as it stands, this is insignificant. You are here; it is now inevitable that you join in in terminating whatever hopes to finish us. Terminus."
He saw the scientist reassuring the elf, stood and felt the conversation flow over him. It was a little luxury he could afford, for nothing here could possibly injure him. Times were good, set well in immovable rock; it was only a period of waiting that remained before he could truly begin his work.
This is this.
Flinn leaned away from the strange human... or human like thing, anyway.
"Inevitable?" he said. "I don't think so. I'm sorry, but I don't take kindly to being dragged into any sort of conflict. My first priority is to find out where I am and get back home. Does this ragged little band of people have a leader or what?"
Be not afraid...
The Sigil paused. It was starting to wear itself out; it was losing its grip on this plane. It was starting to have trouble telling which of the various dimensions it saw were inhabited by its playthings. They only had the three, right? It needed... it needed... yes, it needed sacrifice. It spoke to Genovefa:
I̖̯̯̯̪̿͊̍ͭ̏ ͉̺̂͗ā̘̻̇̓̄͋m̪̟̩͉͖ͪ̎ͬͮ̐ͅ ͔̺̞̙͉ͮͭ̓͛̎ͫͦẗ͕̹̼̗́͋͋ͫh̠̠̭̺̥͖ͦ̿̈́̌́ä̯͕̹͔̘̟́̔̈́̒̍͒̚t͖͇̜̜̼̝̅ ̞̹͍I̦̣̙̳̍̄͒ͭͮ̂ ̫͍̯͎̫͎̈́̔̒́̉̏a̲͇̩͛̍́̌̓m̥̟̟̰͍̳ͦ̿.͚͇ I am that I am.
It was a line stolen from one of this planet's religions. But it seemed appropriate. It paused, considering its next words carefully. Every word was precious: speaking so directly took effort.
Ḣ̪̘̳̘̅̀ͮͪ͆u͚̘̭͔͔ň̺ͥͣ̇ͧṯ̬͔̣̭̯͔.͖̪̺̫̤̜̍̌̂͛ͪͥ̋ͅ ̰̈ͯ ͒͑ͨͯF̗̜̖̦͖͐ͪ̿̽ỉ̫̱̑̉ͭͩn͙̥ͦd͇̻ͯͅ ̤̹͎ͯ̊͊ả̤̠̫̬̞́͊̅̒ͩ̾ ̺̯̥̌̏ͪͣ̊̀be͑ͤ͂a̞̤̼̦ͪṣ̬̙̤̤͕̑̅̾̌̓̋ͅt̉ͯ̏͐̏.̱̫̞̑̔̾ͤ̋̾͊.̙̻͈͖ͮ͂̌.̉͌̂ͪ̔̿ ̤͕̬̺͇ͤk̪̲ͯ̅͑ͅi̻̘ͨ͑̒͊ͣͯlͥͣl̠͎̀͗ ̘͔̤̤̱̥͌̍̔ͯ̚ͅi̮ͦ̆̊ͦtͦ̔ͧ̓̐̉͗.̩̣̮̬̞͉̏̂ͩ̒̍̆ͅ ͌ͤͪ̑͛ ̲̼ͮͬ͆͋ͩ̆̚S̭̟̗͈ͫl̗̱̤̦͉̮̃̍̊ͥ̀o̻͎͙̱̮̦͛̀̂ͅw̬͇͓ͩl̮̯̲̋̍͌̄͒ͥ̔ͅy̝͔̰̞̹͔̌̅ͮ̈́̏,̾͋̌̋̄ͧ ̲̥̻̹̥̲̯͌ͣp̪̟̲̺̺̣͒ͥ͗ͥͤa̺i̪̫͓̝̙̣͆̓̓ͥ̊́͌ͅn̦̘͕͓ͮͪͅf͓̙̙̪̰̮̎ͨ͛ͫ̒́́ͅu̱̰͌̑̐ͥ̎l̰̘͖̱̳̐̊l̮̝̖̪̭͉̜y͚̺̫̟͊͑ͮͯ͆̍́.͙̰̦̦̪̫͛̂ͨ͂̅̓̽.̣͍̗̟̞̠̏̑. Hunt. Find a beast... kill it. Slowly, painfully...
Yes, that is what it needed. It could slip most easily into a creature enduring pain, and use its consciousness as a beacon to guide it to the parts of reality that were most significant to its purposes. If the elf refused... it would have to wait, hope some other source of prolonged pain came along without its guidance. Then, cautiously, it made a promise to the elf:
I̤͚̥̗͚̽̄̐ͅ ̗͖̈́͋w̦̬͙̞ͥ̆̄̌ͦ̿̑i͙͚̺̮̯͗̈́͌̌̄͒̍l̬͎̹̏l̫͓̯̻̝̰̗̀ ̣̮̣̙̹̌͛ͤ̄p̺͉̬̪̻̤͛ͦ̋ͤͨ̊̚r̖̼̳͚ͨͯͪ̆ͦ̽ọ̟t̰͕͖̜̎̐̔͆̉e̿̄͊ͯͩ̋c͓̥̻̠̱̦̄ͪ́ͫt͓͙͚͇͈̓̈́̿̇͑̑̐ ͙̀y͖͙͕̝͚̌̎̔o̟͇̳̹ͫ́̋ͤủ̩̦͕̯̭͙̳̓.̩̼̦͑ I will protect you.
In all its eons of existence, the unholy power that the Sigil was a fragment of had learned one lesson very clearly: it always kept its promises.
(OOC: "I am that I am" is taken, specifically, from Exodus 3:14; it's God's response to Moses when Moses asks His name.)
Isaac turned his attention to Flinn and said, "a leader? Hah! Nah, Aleister seems to know what's going on more than the rest of us, so he's the de facto order-giver, but none of us can really claim to be 'leading' this mess. If ol' Sigmund were here, he'd probably be barking orders and herding cats, but most everyone here right now prefers to work independently; neither giving nor following commands beyond loose descriptions of goals. If you can find a way back to wherever you came from, good for you. Better still if you can talk any of us into helping you. Alice might, if she thinks she'll be able to skewer something tasty on the way. I'm reasonably certain she won't try to eat you." Isaac paused, taking stock of the creature. "Guardsman," it had called itself... himself. He'd have to get into that habit if he didn't want to offend... him. He said, "you're a soldier, right? Got any useful skills that will help us survive the night?"
edited 25th Feb '11 7:58:54 AM by KillerClowns
Apparition in the Woods
The silence and the distraction of the small furry creature and the winged soldier afforded Ianto his opportunity. The mention of royal courts had triggered the recognition of the slender build, the intonation...
He moved a hand to his right front pocket and, without a sound, approached the prone figure. Once kneeling above her eye-shut head, he produced a small gutting knife, crudely hewn of iron and leather. Cagily, he placed the blade just over her throat, then leaned in and whispered to her:
"To what court do you belong?"
He had learned to take precautions.
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
vigilantly taxonomish
I am that I am? The phrase meant nothing to Genovefa, who took this to be evasiveness. She was unconvinced by this new message. Common sense dictated that voices in your head telling you to kill were not to be trusted, particularly not when they specified that the killing had to be done slowly and painfully. She decided, first of all, to check the tree; with any luck, maybe the portal would still be there, and she wouldn't have to worry about what the voice might intend.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice this other human's approach until he was leaning over her; she could smell him. She opened her eyes. Another blade pointed at her throat. Terrific.
"Court?" Genovefa was confused. "I'm not from any court. Maenant, East Elphame. Lived there all my life... Oh! Oh you heard me mention a royal court earlier, right? I only said that because I wanted an excuse to leave. I have no interest in human royalty."
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Vince heard the rustling further out and went to go check on it. And, sure enough, he saw it- a small creature, probably about the size of his son, but covered in brown fur with large ears reminiscent of of a fawn, he thought.
Eh, still not fazed.
He stayed back, thinking that his appearance might scare the poor thing.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."