Glory to Arachnos
Kled groaned as he the Agent bumped Kled's ear, but it seems things were about to go full on crazy in a second by corpsy boy over there. Oh, he's so gonna enjoy this.
If the guard pointing a gun at him foolishly focused his attention away to Haise, Kled would immediately turn around and attempt to swing his axe at the soldier's right knee, before attempting to sink it into his chest.
"I guess so. Good thing I got wings in case that happens." He'd rather not have that happen, but he's pretty prepared in case. As Tetra started filling up his canteen, he threw the one he had in his hands in the air, before catching it with his tail. He would then start filling it up.
Gramps tail dexterity lessons are pretty cool, actually.
"What? Nah, no way, I don't live on those. It'd be pretty embarrasing for a dragon to live on a wheat field." Jake gave a sheepish smile to Tetra as he tried to explain. Tried so hard to look like a awesome dragon and now he turns out to be the wheat field dragon. Ugh.
"I was just taking a morning flight after leaving my home. Just stretching my wings and all that stuff. It was going well and all that until it started to get dusty and hard to see. That' when I saw you folks in the road in the road having trouble with that weird girl thing. Haven't been much around these parts interacting with folks except from seeing it from the air."
The doppelganger Jake glanced over at Alice looking a bit weary, and nodded at her when she asked the group to catch her in case she falls, going near her in case.
"You uh, need some sleep Alice? You look like you need some. Fighting with that thing looks like it was pretty exhausting."
Edited by Darkomega245 on Nov 21st 2020 at 10:31:33 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Gandalf
From the moment the rusalka cast their spell, Gandalf allowed them to take control, while thinking carefully of the means to break free as quickly as possible.
After a moment, he mentally cast the necessary spell, and sincerely hoped it worked.
Toa of Anarchy
In the span of a second, all hades broke loose. Two soldiers taken out in an instant by Haise, one soldier knocked to the ground by Kled, only to scramble away in terror and narrowly miss the chest attack. By the time Haise's quinqe hit home, the room was lit up by the bolts of concussive force loosed from the rifles. The bolts of energy filled the air from waist height up, blasting every which way. The heroes would have to be quick on their feet to dodge and escape. Even the shorter member would have to hold onto his hat.
It could have been from Hinata's gamble, or from the flash of Gandalf's cane, or maybe both at once. But either way, a split second later the music squealed a foul note, the rusalki dropped their instruments to clutch their heads, and the crew found their limbs where their own again. Groans and jeers went up from the riled crowd, denied their moment of fun. As the hubbub grew angrier, a few psotnika started reaching for their weapons.
"Ah-AH!"
With a raised finger and the tone of a stern teacher, the head rusalka stilled the rising tumult in an instant.
"There'll be no fighting by our lake. If our intrepid intruders don't want to co-operate, that's their business."
"Right you are." The foreman clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Got some bricks need hauling up, an' if we're lucky we'll get a start on shingles come sundown. C'mon, I'll show you where the pulley is."
What followed would probably be the subject of a montage reel in a different time. An hour or so of backbreaking work, shifting rocks onto platforms, pulling the rope to take them high into the air, all of that good honest labour. Jibril, for her part, would detect no enchantments on any of the workers, who would probably have tolerated her presence a little more if she helped to lift some blocks up. In the midst of all this, though, a light wind would subtly shift in direction. Nothing to interrupt by much, but as Leah took a moment to mop the sweat from her brow, she might have caught the whiff of a scent on the breeze. Too faint to tell, but it seemed...familiar...and not in the best of ways.
And then, it stopped. Shoto was no longer bound by magic to dance for these creatures. The brief sensation of relief mixed with fury at being used in such a way at all was too much for him to stop his curse.
"I am not your puppet!" he bellowed, the left half of his face twisted and smiling ghoulishly. If not stopped by anyone, he tried to stomp his right foot on the ground and send enough ice to freeze as much of the river as he was capable, including the things sitting in it.
Leah was finally able to be useful, showing off some impressive strength as she helped get the construction going a little faster. She even took the time to crack a few jokes with the other workers, though mostly they spent their time doing work.
And yet, in just a moment, when she paused to catch her breath, she picked up on something. Her smile immediately turned into a grimace as she started sniffing at the air. What was she picking up on? It was something bad, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
AKA Nixer
Hinata – The Woods
Hinata gasped in relief once she was freed, and immediately slipped into a combat-ready state once the psotnika began drawing their weapons—a little relieved at the lead rusalka's dismissal of this, but still staring through veiny white eyes at them all as she kept her chakra pulsing through her body and stayed as alert as possible.
She'd feel the effects of that large chakra expulsion later on—in fact, she was pretty certain she was feeling it now—but the urge to collapse from exhaustion could wait, and a little aching soreness wouldn't deter her when her friends were in danger. As so, she made to quickly move over towards Shoto—giving him a gentle yet also stern look as she grasped at his shoulder with her hand.
“Sh-Shoto-kun. Don't. Please. One more chance. We did what they wanted.”
Taking a deep breath, she turned back to address the lead rusalka—her voice raising as she channeled every bit of courage that she could.
Which wasn't much, but it was impressive coming from the mouth of a terrified twelve-year-old.
“You've had enough fun. Now give us Musztardy-san's family, please. If you wish it, we'll make sure you'll never have to see them again, and they'll never bother your territory. Only if you promise you'll let us all go peacefully, and without any more trickery.”
Deep breaths. Stay calm. Ready to move but not a drop of wasted energy. Be like water; flowing yet forceful, quick to burst under pressure. All of these things Hinata struggled with, even the parts of this mantra that were personalized in her mind. It was one thing thinking, and another thing doing.
But she decided she hated being scared. Hated being mocked, controlled by people she'd never met before and hopefully would never meet again. It was somewhat different with family as the culprit, admittedly—but strangers were just as hurtful to her.
All she wanted to do was move on.
They were standing in their way, and spitting in their faces.
I'm just a coward.
She did indeed cower under pressure. That was true. She despised confrontation. She despised thinking about confrontation. So she wondered now what that'd mean when she was forced under threat of death.
Last time...
Last time was different. She'd thought Neji could be persuaded. Or even show some sort of mercy. But there was none, and he'd almost killed her.
Almost.
It was a crippling blow, but she'd learnt something crucial. Backed up against a wall, she'd either live or died. She didn't want to die. So there was only one option.
Silently, she prepared herself for a potential escalation—classic misdirection and every scrap she could gather from her family's training would be crucial if it came to that.
...Oto-san... are you happy now...?
Alice – Kocsma Tavern
“...if it's no trouble...” Alice nodded in reply to Jake, covering her mouth to suppress a yawn as she blushed slightly from embarrassment. “...as soon as possible, I think. But I should be alright... for a minute or two more...? Don't mean to heap on pressure, not at all...!”
Edited by Enirboreh on Nov 25th 2020 at 11:10:57 AM
bork
The Phoenix, returning and reviving anew
"Well, well, what kind of commotion is stirring here?"
Out of the edge of the clearing, yet remaining in the shadows, a young, bat-winged girl appeared. Bored and seeing an escalation, she might as well join the fight.
"Don't you overgrown fairies know anything about hospitality? Hmpf. You might as well scatter, as you'll wish you did once I'm done with you," the girl bragged loudly.
Entrance: Remilia Scarlet
"From the ashes rises the phoenix"
Your Lord And Savior
Oh yes, the added speed was working nicely. Haise would flip the quinqe in his had backwards, as if he were about to throw it at something, and he would jump into a corner of the room. He would the lob the organic weapon at the lantern hanging at the top of the room. If it were to hit and the room indeed went dark, he would have lunged at the nearest adversary, hoping to catch him or her off guard. If the room remained lit however, he would have focused on dodging the projectiles throughout the room.
I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste
Deliverer of Chaos
Potok
Instincts honed by over twenty years of military service kicked in, and Damar tucked and rolled out of the way of the energy blasts. Then he lined up his pistol with a few of the enemy agents, and fired off a round of stun blasts. Going to need to keep a few alive for interrogation, after all.
Pluck
Ahriman stopped listening to what those around him were talking about, albeit only briefly. He sensed... something... nearby. Too far away to tell exactly what it was, but close enough to know that it was certainly unpleasant.
Edited by MasterOfAntics on Nov 29th 2020 at 2:50:45 PM
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
Jibril - Worksite
Jibril smiled and curiously observed all the goings on but found nothing she wouldn't have expected. It was somewhat impressive that these lesser beings managed to work together as a whole and progress the task at hand with no magical assistance. Were she with her full power, she would have simply disintegrated all that was here and reform it into a form she desired. That level of power was far beyond what this fragment of her self could manage though. If she were helping, it would almost be no different than what they were doing though her ability to fly and move quickly would get things done faster individually. As she continued her observations, she noted that Leah's facial expressions changed for some reason.
Usalia - Fight!
As essentially a boxing glove, Usalia had little agency to affect the outcome of events now. But it did feel like Haise was actually using her strengthening magic more effectively than Damar had earlier in the day. Usalia spoke low so that only Haise could hear, "I can't hold this form for longer than 3 minutes, so keep that in mind plip!"
Gandalf
Gandalf looked around. He was pleased his spell had worked, even if some of the group seemed still in thrall to the psotnika. At this point a girl with bat-wings appeared, and he decided to wait and see exactly what their reaction to the newcomer would be, at least before actively interfering.
Toa of Anarchy
The quinqe hit its mark and the room was plunged into blackness. Only the continuous blasts of enemy fire lit up the place with an unsettling strobe effect. Haise then went for the nearest agent, but he proved to be no pushover, and he wrestled with the ghoul, trying to knock his face in as best he could. Two of Damar's targets went down shortly thereafter, while two more managed to dodge the bolts, turning to fire directly at him.
The already restless elven hoodlums were nearly stirred into a frenzy at the sight of yet another intruder. Murmurs of "How'd SHE sneak in here?!" and "She's not an undead, is she?!" abounded.
"Enough!" called the lead rusalka, her patience clearly nearing its end. "You with the bat wings, begone. This matter does not concern you. As for the rest of you...clearly, you are too dangerous to keep around, even as toys. But if you want to take away our other toys, I'm afraid you'll have to work for it."
"M-Ma'am!" called little Musztardy, "With all respect, they're not toys, they're my family. All we w-"
"Is to take them away peacefully, I know. There'll be no fighting in this clearing, but the krasnoludeks will only be released on our terms, by our rules."
"Your rules?" A look of understanding and worry washed over Musztardy's face. "Ah...you're talking about a riddle game, aren't you?"
"One riddle, one guess each. If you succeed, the krasnals are yours and that'll be it. Fail, and you leave this clearing empty-handed, no objections raised."
The younger rusalka spoke up. "And if you try any funny business- any magic or tricks to cheat before the game's up, then you'll be very sorry!"
"So then, do we have a deal?"
Musztardy turned back to the group. "They'll keep their word all right. Even the naughtiest spirit in these parts wouldn't dare break the bond of a riddle game. I'm just not sure I'm much good at guessing the answers."
Leah's trance would be broken by an ear-splitting whistle. "All right, boys, that'll about do it!" called the foreman. "Level out that cement and then we'll pack up for the night. Sooner we get in before dark, the better."
The builders needed no telling twice and started hobbling down their ladders, mumbling to one another. A fatter fellow with curly hair, who not a couple of hours earlier had laughed and jeered at Leah, gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed. "Gotta hand it to ya lady," he said, "You haul those rocks like an ant hauls leaves. Me and the boys were gonna grab a pint at the Kocsma. Wanna come with?"
AKA Nixer
Hinata –The Woods
“Hai. If it's fair...” Hinata nodded in agreement, before allowing herself to sigh in relief as she bowed respectfully towards the head rusalka. “Arigatō gozaimasu. Thank you for your kindness...”
Relatively... speaking.
She wasn't sure exactly how she'd fair in a riddle game, but if it meant getting Musztardy's family back she didn't particularly care how tough it was—a chance was a chance, no matter how miniscule it might seem.
Musztardy-san, if I fail you in this somehow... I'm sorry.
Edited by Enirboreh on Dec 2nd 2020 at 11:07:10 AM
bork
Hinata's hand on his shoulder was like a bucket of water poured on his head. The ice that Shoto had started to make was stopped instantly before it could even touch the lake. As the others were talking, he closed his eyes and started counting to ten.
This damn curse, he needed it gone, fast. He thought he had better control over his emotions, but being outside of the palace was too much for him, apparently.
"We don't have much of a choice, do we?" he finally spoke up when the offer was made, "if we try to fight then they might hurt your parents. If this is our only option, we should take it, right?" He remembered stories his mom told him that included riddle games, but he was never really good at those.
It was slightly frustrating, smelling just enough to know she didn't like it while not being able to place it. Frustration was building in the back of her mind, though it was quickly dissipated when the announcement was made.
"Huh, oh, yeah, what can I say, I've always been one for hard labor," she joked, trying to put the smell out of her mind. Whatever it was, she'd figure it out, she was sure of it.
Still, for some reason, she felt like a drink would be more than welcome, even if her metabolism meant she'd barely be buzzed if those guys truly wanted to get drunk. At least she'd keep ingratiating herself to the people. "Sounds like a plan to me."
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Deliverer of Chaos
Potok
Damar tucked and rolled again, just barely dodging the blasts from the Checkmate goons' rifles. But even with his eyes being far better adjusted to the dark then a human's eyes, it was still difficult to see. Admittedly, mostly because of the strobe light show that the energy blasts were causing, but still. Quickly pointing his gun in the direction of the assailants, he fired off a rapid succession of scattershot stun blasts, and hoped that some of them would find their targets.
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
Transcender of Gender
Pluck - Riverside
Tetra watched Glaurung's little trick with the canteen, smiling slightly to herself. Most adults she knew would be too self-conscious for that sort of frivolity, and she couldn't imagine that the mentality was much different for dragons. Coupling that with the way he talked, and Tetra was left with the impression that Glaurung was still quite young.
"Ah, so it was merry coincidence we have to thank for your help back then. Do you often make it your business to nose into that of others?" Though her question was brash, Tetra asked it with a neutrality that suggested she was meaning to be curious rather than provocative. "I've known very few- if any at all- who'd go so far out of their way to help others without at least some selfish purpose in mind."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Your Lord And Savior
Haise cracked. Not in the metaphorical sense of course, he actually cracked. Less like fine China that’s been recently dropped and more like cement after being hit with a sledgehammer too many times. His face broke inward. Haise for the first time in his life thought of something new, but at the same time something old. If getting crushed under steal beams was new and old anyway. Maybe something flashed through his mind at the same time. Maybe a name. Maybe a person.
RIZE
At that moment three tentacle-like objects burst from the bottom of his back, at the tailbone. One would attempt to pierce through the guard on top of Haise, while the others lashed out at other guards, seemingly out of control.
Edited by Yayakuza on Dec 4th 2020 at 3:19:56 AM
I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste
Glory to Arachnos
Kled grumbled as the axe failed to hit its mark. But now he's got plenty of trespassers to spill blood from now!
And he's not going to miss the chance to teach any would be insurrection a lesson, no sir.
Over the sounds of panic, lasers and blood, those with sharp ears would hear a maniacal laugh as Kled charged in with his tiny legs to where the last soldiers were, using the flashing light of their guns as a pointer to where they are....and begin swinging like a madman at those he could get to.
"I mean, I thought up there you guys needed help with that thing! I could had just flied off and called it a day as soon as the shots started flying to my head, you know."
Jake sighed, glancing at the sky for a moment before returning his attention back to Tetra, rubbing the back of his scaly neck.
"I...guess back then I would had asked for something in exchange. But my grandfather's lessons, no matter how weird or boring they are, been rubbing off me lately. All about wisdom and responsibilities and all that. That, and it's pretty dang awesome being a heroic dragon, ya know?"
He explained, at first giving a small smile when mentioning his grandfather, before then grinning and doing finger guns with both hands and winking at her.
The Atlantean Dragon, the most badass and coolest dragon in the United Settlements of Atlantis! Aw yeah!
Edited by Darkomega245 on Dec 5th 2020 at 1:40:30 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Woods
"Well, that was a truly lovely bit of music you serenaded us with, dear spirits, but I suppose, as they say, all good things must come to an end," drawled a new voice as its owner slid out from her hiding spot behind a nearby tree and sauntered into the clearing as if she owned it.
She was a lithe, youthful woman of average height, with amber eyes, a perfectly proportioned nose, and waist-length, verdant hair. Upon her torso was a skirted tunic matching her hair and divided by a fashionable brown belt, which in turn matched her knee-high brown boots. Over it she wore a gilded and gleaming navy breastplate and pauldrons, attached to a long cape that was rust-colored on the interior and a royal purple on the reverse, on her hip she wore a longsword in cobalt scabbard with berubied hilt, and on her lips she wore a lazy, catlike smile while her eyes glinted with the promise of mischief.
"Now, I've no stake in this matter of the young krasnal's family or your playthings, but seeing as his confidence in his own wits is lacking, and seeing as it has been far too long since I've had even slightest chance or cause to participate in a good riddle game, I volunteer to take his place in the competition; an offer he will graciously accept, if he be wise."
"You really do have a knack for finding yourself in interesting situations, surrounded by interesting people, don't you, Old Man?" she casually added to by far the eldest member of the party, "It's good to see you again. How have you fared since last we met?"
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Usalia - Potok
Usalia could only watch, barely as the room become very dark. "I'm a demon but I don't have night vision, plip!"
Jibirl - Pluck
Jibril stretched, storing the information she learned watching the laborers into her vast stores of memory. "That was a tedious exercise but I guess I learned something over it. Even a swarm of humans can crudely re-arrange materials with time and effort." Jibril shrugged and stretched, taking off into the sky and back towards Ahriman's location. "I wonder if that information will ever be useful in the future..."
Toa of Anarchy
One agent was nimble enough to dodge Damar's fire, while the other was caught in the side, and went down to the ground even he tried to ready his weapon again. Then came Haise's monstrous assault. His primary target never stood a chance and was instantly skewered, while the frenzied waving of the other tendrils did some damage to those immediately nearby. Finally, Kled's maniacal charge ploughed through the remaining soldiers. Those lucky enough to dodge were nonetheless knocked flat on their stomachs.
In all the confusion, the chess piece from earlier was send rolling along the ground, and the tinny voice spoke from it once again. "Pawn Nine, report! Agent, report! Someone talk to me, damn it!"
At the edge of the marketplace, a couple of ordinary-looking townsfolk in caps and coats were loitering on the street corner, minding their own business and not looking the least bit shady or suspicious. Suddenly, a tinny voice sounded from seemingly nowhere, and the men snapped to attention.
"All available agents, report to Rendezvous Three immediately. Arm yourselves and find out what the devil is going on in there!"
One turned to the other and hissed "I told you to keep thing muted!" as both began to shed their outfits.
"I didn't think we'd get called out so fast!" went the other defensively. "How hard can it be to take a damn reptile hostage?"
"Lips sealed, Black Pawn Seven, keep it professional." Fully discarding their clothes to reveal all-black uniforms beneath, the two unholstered strange-looking weapons from their backs and hurried down the nearby dark alleyway.
The rusalki rolled their eyes and moaned as yet another new person entered the clearing. "Is there no end to the intrusions?" grumbled the lead rusalka.
Musztardy, for his part, was surprised and relieved at the newcomer volunteering to take his place. "Oh! Yes, certainly, go right ahead, ahm... That is to say, we accept the challenge."
"Then Riddle Me This...
What am I?"
"Eyyy, that's the spirit," cried the builder as he waddled off to chat with one of his fellows. "40 bits says I drink her under the table."
"You're on, lightweight," went the other builder, slapping him on the back, as together the building crew marched into the Kocsma Tavern.
The tide of working-class men trampled their way through the front hall, leaving toppled vases and mud-marked fine cloth in their wake. The staff and the manager made desperate attempts to call over the hubbub and get the men to adopt some sense of decorum, but all was in vain as the builders inexorably stumbled their way towards the watering hole.
The drinking area was built from warm, dark brown oak, with nine different mead-benches evenly spread out, a dartboard on the far wall, and even a long green carpet runway for indoor bowls in the opposite corner. About five other people were already sat scattered about the area- ordinary townsfolk by the look of them -and they tried to look away and keep themselves to themselves as the builders barged in. Tending bar was a tall brawny man with a bushy light brown beard and a hairy chest to match. He rolled his eyes with a smirk as the builders swarmed to him, and patiently fielded their orders one by one.
Two stories up, there was the bedroom that Alice had been given to rest in. It was a lovely little two-bedroom area with red carpeting, gold patterns on white walls, and a view of the garden outside, with pine trees and a great green pond. As serene as all this was, it's possible that the noise from the rowdy lot below would have travelled up even to here, to some extent.
"Excuse me!"
From all the way over on the bridge, the gentleman in the wide-brimmed hat called out to Tetra and Jake.
"Far be it from me to interrupt what I'm sure is a heartwarming adventure with a small child and their dragon, but would you mind taking your conversation elsewhere, where there are not people trying to concentrate?"
Edited by LizardOfAus on Dec 8th 2020 at 12:03:36 PM
Another new person, Shoto was starting to wonder why they were attracting so many people. Oh well, another brain to help figure out the riddle was useful at least.
That's what he thought initially, but then when the riddle started, Shoto had another realization. He was terrible at understanding riddles. They were all metaphorical and poetic, he couldn't figure out what they meant at all.
Once the poem was finished, he shot a glance at the nearest person, obviously overwhelmed and unsure. The most he could figure out was that it tended to plants and seemed to involve water, so he gave his guess, "a... watering can?"
Leah had to take a deep breath to keep from laughing at the guy who was betting against her. She couldn't find it anything other than amusing, knowing that he had no chance. It would be fun to see him lose.
By the time the group made it to the tavern, she was really starting to relax. Whatever she had smelled was still in the back of her mind, but she was ignoring it well for the time being.
The guys were making a hell of a mess, being the kind of customers you'd expect. At least they were going to be giving some good business. Without making it too obvious, she made sure to order the same drink as the guy who had bet against her, just to make his inevitable defeat that much more funny.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Potok (Emi) and (Shuka)
Two young girls were walking down the marketplace, eating some delicious baked goods they bought from a bakery nearby.
"Mmmmm, this is really good!" The red-haired, yellow-bereted girl says with a bright smile. She seems to be enjoying her treat a lot, nomming it with vigor.
The other girl can't help but smile as well, although she's a little more reserved. Her peach hair and teal cloak blow softly in the wind as she finishes another bite of her own baked treat.
"Ehehe, I've never had these kinds of goods before. They don't have them back home!" She says with a pleasant smile, happy to be enjoying the dessert with her friend.
However, before the two girls can discuss their mutual enjoyment of their treats more, they hear the strange people talking about the captured lizard.
The two girls look at each other, growing more serious.
"Emi, did you hear that?!" The red-haired girl asks.
The peach-haired girl, now known as Emi, nods.
"A hostage reptile...? We have to do something, Shuka!" Emi definitely seems determined about this. After all, she can't bear the idea of leaving someone in need... Although a lizard being held captive is certainly a new one.
"Yeah, let's go after them!" The bereted girl, now known as Shuka, is totally ready to go help out, too, and is eager to do it.
"Right!"
The two girls quickly try to follow after the strange people down the dark alleyway, doing their best to remain out of sight of the people they're following and avoid being spotted.
However, Emi quickly whispers to Shuka as they try to catch up.
"When we catch up, we should probably transform..."
"Yeah, good idea...! No telling what to expect here...!"
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Dec 8th 2020 at 7:00:03 AM
AKA Nixer
Hinata – The Woods
Hinata found herself faltering at the riddle itself, her mind blanking into mere static as she internally screamed for herself to actually think about it. But for a moment she was overwhelmed with anxiety, and stammered incoherently—kneading her hands together in front of herself as she ducked her head pathetically towards the ground.
...Only for Shoto's clueless guess to cause her to glance at him in slight shock.
Then a tiny smile upturned her lips, and she found herself relaxing all of a sudden. Of course, she wasn't going to be the only one having trouble with this. She could take her time, think it through properly...
Fracturing light... falling without hurting... making the roads smell sweet... catching it... d-destroys it? No, something left... wait. Oh. Oh! Oh, oh no... what if I'm wrong, though...?
If she had gotten it right, though, she couldn't exactly withhold it if the others hadn't guessed it. So with clear fear and uncertainty in her tone, she looked up at the lead rusalka after nervously glancing between the others; trying her hardest not to let the latest newcomers distract her from speaking as she sheepishly stammered out her guess.
“Is... is it... (ahem) i-is it... rain... water?”
OH GOD I'VE KILLED US ALL
Alice – Kocsma Tavern (Guest Room)
“Oh... well! Isn't this charming...?” Alice mentioned with slight surprise in her tone upon entering the room, glancing around at the décor as the Cat rematerialized itself nearby. “Oh, the balcony... this is just an adorable little place...!”
“Hardly any room for guests. Well. I suppose that's a good thing, in some ways...” The Cat sniffed, hopping up onto the bed and momentarily testing its with his paws. “Any thieves or miscreants would barely have space to move.”
“What thieves or miscreants? A rat, you mean? I've heard they can be quite the pests.”
“Mind your manners around them. I'd think they'd be sensitive to those kinds of considerations...”
“Well I hardly want to be offensive...” Alice huffed as she flopped backwards onto the bed in a childish manner; causing the Cat to snort in clear amusement. “I suppose also size doesn't matter much for a girl like me—I imagine this room's quite big for—say—a dormouse.”
“Better living space than that bloody teapot,” commented the Dormouse from somewhere underneath the bed, as if he had always been there listening to the conversation.
“As frankly hilarious as watching that mind of yours work itself to the bone, it's not good preparation for sleep. Rest it, for a moment—and give me space this time. You wouldn't want to sleep on the floor, so why should I?”
“You're a cat, Cat. You sleep wherever you like.”
“And where I'd like to sleep is on that bed.”
“Oh... very well.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Dec 8th 2020 at 1:55:29 PM
bork
Your Lord And Savior
Haise would stop laughing. To preface this, he hadn’t stopped laughing since the tentacles rose from his back, so this was interesting. The tendrils of twisted energy pushed Haise from the ground, giving his figure a hunched posture.
“Sounds like more are coming...”
He spoke with a voice that didn’t belong to him, in a tone that someone else seemed to own. At this point it might have become increasingly clear to the others that something was astoundingly wrong with this boy, more than usual with ghouls.
I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste
Pluck
Jibril listened intently, offering not a bit of help with the manual labor. It did not even occur to her to offer. While she was mildly interested in observing their labors, she had not seen mere mortals at work before, she decided to take a closer look and see if she could see any flows of magic or enchantments on the villagers or even Leah.