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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 7, 2017 1:23:59 GMT
Today wasn't a terribly great-- Back that up. Today was a terrible day for Luche. It had started innocently enough, but due to some truly butterfingered slopwork, the ditzy demoness had managed to enrage most of a village of dog-like kobolds. But how was any of this her fault?! She was just hungry! And that meat pie was sitting right there, like no one wanted it! How was she supposed to know the entire lot of them were going to want a piece of it?! If she had the presence of mind to think it over, such a situation was becoming a theme of hers. Slowing down wasn't an option, so Luche fled as quickly as her two legs would carry her, crashing through branches and rebounding off a rock at one point. Every now and then she glanced around, catching a glimpse of fur and shouts in some barking language she couldn't understand. Of course, that also meant she wasn't watching where she was going -- a sadly all-too-common problem for Luche. Such ignorance caused her to awkwardly miscalculate her footing, sending her tumbling into a thick bramble of weeds. Thankfully, she hadn't any time to make noise when she went down, and those hunting her overshot her spot, quickly passing her by. Despite her ineptitude, she had enough sense to stay down and still in the convenient foliage. Her pursuers wouldn't be fooled for long, however. She needed a way out, and fast. One of those trailing had already stopped nearby, sniffing the air... Adalinde Faust
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 7, 2017 2:27:32 GMT
Why that self absorbed asshat Ajax needed this package delivered to the other side of the goddamn world, I would never fucking know. After all, I could never understand what the fuck was going on in his mind, but considering he had sworn into a Pledge that gave me some nice little perks for doing it, I couldn't exactly complain. That and he had let me crash at that warded place of his so I couldn't exactly bitch about being asked to do a thing or two for him, even if he was way too up his own ass about himself. Met worse people than him on a daily basis in the courts after all, most Fairest who weren't like me were way worse than his overgroomed ass. In any case, I had just spent the last six hours or so making my way across the damned Hedge, which seemed to still be a thing here though devoid of any other Changelings, and finding an active portal. I hadn't even been sure if there any but it seemed that either my Keeper had done this to some poor schmuck before, there were other Changelings here, or something about this realm was different, because there were plenty of them for me to use. Considering it was convenient for me, I wasn't exactly going to complain about that, it wasn't a big deal after all, and if I could find some other changelings it would make carving out a Hollow even easier so I wouldn't need to crash at that dick's place forever.
The place I stepped out into was way different than the world that I had ended up in, Ajax had said some shit about that hadn't he? Something about a world filled with magical creatures or some bullshit. Sounded too much like Arcadia for my liking, but I supposed I could deal with it as long as I didn't run into any goddamn keepers while I was here. That shit would send me right back through the nearest portal as fast as I fucking could go, I wasn't in the right fucking state of mind to deal with their bullshit, that much was for sure. I had managed to stabilize my mind somewhat, but not enough for my own goddamn comfort, that much was for sure. I just wanted to deliver this package and be out of here before some stupid bullshit happened to sidetrack me, but I knew that was definitely too good to be true. If this was a world where that shit could happen, my goddamn Keeper would not have thrown me here. I was absolutely fucking certain of that, they were probably sitting somewhere in the damned Hedge watching me and giggling as I spoke. Pissed me off just thinking that was a damned possibility, and a damned likely one too.
And not five minutes after I had goddamned stepped out into the world, I was confronted with a situation that I just couldn't let go. It irked the fuck out of me, watching a bunch of dog looking motherfuckers chasing what looked to be some sort of demon creature with goat legs, and they seemed to be rather incensed at her. I could feel their anger towards her, though I couldn't figure out why. I couldn't help but get involved, it was way too unfair for that poor little creature to be chased by these things, especially considering she was quite a bit smaller than them as far as I could tell, but that could just be the hallucinations. Fuck if I knew at this point, but I needed to get in on this to help. I broke into a sprint to put myself between them and the victim of their hunt, who had somehow managed to trip and end up hiding from them, though not for long if their smelling of the air was anything to go by.
When I ended up putting myself between them, I decided my best bet was to scare them off with a show of force, and the bounder right next to where I was standing provided a good object to show off with. With a short expenditure of Glamour, my body gained strength and I gripped the boulder in one hand, my claws digging into it and melting it a little to get a better grip, allowing me to lift it in my left hand while holding my Zweihander in the other and bellowing, "OI! You fucking dog-faced bitch fuckers! Pick on someone your own goddamn size! I'll fight all of you, and by the time I'm done with you you'll be eating with your ass and shitting with your mouth! So unless you want some of that, scram!" Hopefully that would do the trick, but I didn't particularly mind if I ended up getting into a brawl with them either. I could handle their punk asses, even if it might cost me a bit of glamour to do, and I had more than enough Goblin Fruits I had picked in my backpack with the package that I could deal with any wound that I took right now.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 8, 2017 3:23:22 GMT
Defying common sense and basic rules for hiding, Luche poked her head out of the undergrowth, curious as to what the flying frigg was going on.
The kobold that the nice lady threatened cowered, making some wispy whines as several others doubled-back to check out the disturbance. One of them started making yappy noises, pointing one of its sticks at her as it hopped between its feet. None of them came within (what they thought might be) striking distance, but they clearly weren't backing down. Their quarry had tried to steal from them, and the backwards doggy kobolds (dogbolds?) were still righteously furious at anything that disrupted their "normal" lives.
But they weren't stupid enough to bumrush a lady lofting boulders at them, either. Not without sufficient numerical overkill on their side. So they hopped, hooted, and yapped at her while trying to get around or otherwise await reinforcements to rush this new creature.
Meanwhile, Luche stayed where she was. Which couldn't provide cover for much longer, given that the vegetation around her was beginning to curl up and wither. If only she knew how to lower her body's temperature without killing herself, this problem might have been easily avoided; given she couldn't even transverse a forest for a minute without tripping, however, that seemed a rather lofty goal...
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 8, 2017 3:57:47 GMT
Seems like these fucks were scared, but ween't about to back the fuck down. Good, I was hoping they would be fucking dumb enough to pick a fight with me. Rolling my neck and flicking my tail back and forth a delivered a toothy grin at their faces and let the boulder fucking fly in their directions, likely making their asses scatter. Of course, this ended the contract that let me pick up boulders, but I had plenty of others for things like this. I could probably even pick up boulders to use as weapons if I really wanted to, but that was stupid and unnecessary. Instead, I had more...effective things. Calling on the contracts that I had long since been able to do so on a whim for free, my body becoming immune to fire and lighting on fire as I pushed off the ground and charged the likely panicking dog fucks. The fire acted as both discouragement from hitting me as well as natural armor, and they would be burned rather badly if they were to touch me, barring any special resistance to flames they might have like my own. It still acted as armor on top of my natural armor as a Draconic Changeling of the Court of Summer and my own hedgespun chestplate.
"Have a taste of this you fucking pieces of shit!" I said, yelling at the top of my lungs as I expended a point of glamour and swung at the nearest kobold, the sheer power of my Wyrd and Strength filling me with such might that along with my normal strength and skill I managed to cleave the beast in two in a single, glamour infused hit that looked as if I had just take a hot knife to butter. The agonizing shrieks of my blade as it moved probably served well to demoralize my foes as I looked upon them and just grinned, hefting the rather large sword I had just used to kill the most vocal of their number in a single strike with ease over one shoulder as I waved at them to have at me. This would be fun, that much was for sure. I would make them fucking either eat dirt or run away with their goddamn tail between their legs, scared off by me. I wasn't sure if the Mask was working here, seemed a bit too much like the hedge, so I likely looked like my Mien, which just added to the intimidation since instead of a normal looking woman to them, I looked like my true self which had dragon scales and parts of my body made out of fire.
"So then, which of you wants a piece next? Or are you going to run away like a bunch of fucking chickens?" I said, grinning wickedly as I hoped one of them would try to take advantage of the 'gap' that I had left open and try to maul me or some dumb shit. They'd learn the hard way that these flames were not just for fucking show. Besides, it had been way too long before something managed to blood me. Hadn't had a good fight since I came here yet anyway, that much was for sure.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 8, 2017 6:19:43 GMT
There wasn't much resistance to that display of power. The kobolds that weren't sliced, diced, or curbstomped skittered into the forest trailing screams and chattering yelps. The one that had been cut in half managed to glance up from his new perspective with a look of '...Why?' before expiring.
Luche whimpered, as suddenly she was not quite so sure whether she wanted to be "rescued" or not. That fear was sufficient to keep her quiet, backing into a tree nearby to watch the unfolding scene nervously; her tail, having a mind of its own, decided to twitch about anxiously. She was in no position nor frame of mind to fight.
Not that she knew a damn thing about combat in the first place...
Still, it was somewhat fascinating, seeing another being of fire. The scent of sulfur should have been suffocating after such a display, but there was just the forest scent and a clean smoky undercurrent around -- the only brimstone smell came from herself. Luche didn't know what to make of this new friend person, aside from the obvious.
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 8, 2017 16:45:55 GMT
Tch, they were even weaker than they looked if that was all that I needed to do in order to send them into a panic. They weren't worth killing any more of them like that, but I could definitely give them a bruising to make them regret having done what they had done, that much was for sure. Before they had a chance to run I beat two more of them with the flat of my blade, giving them nasty breaks to their arms and cracked ribs while I pelted a few more of the ones who were further away with rocks I picked up, making sure to hit them hard enough that it would bruise the bones in their legs without removing their ability to flee. All in all, none of them would get away from this little endeavor unscathed and I got to work off some of the burning anger I had been bottling up between that asshat Ajax and that damned Keeper of mine sending me here, which in turn made the fires on my body burn with somewhat less intensity and made the temperature around me stop basically drying out anyone who could see my Mien that came close. That would probably make things easier for me, but I had wished they had been able to give me a few more scars and put up a fight at least, dammit. This just was unsatisfying to say the least.
Heaving a sigh I flicked the blood off of my blade with a swing before I stowed it on my back in the sheath that I kept there and turned my attention to the whimpering little woman who they had been chasing. She didn't look normal either, but that wasn't any metric to go by really. Hell, after all if I went by that I sure as hell would be in that category. Had been a long time since I looked anything close to normal after all, discounting the Mask anyway. I let the armor of fire dissipate while keeping the protection against fire up just in case as I walked over to where she was rather obviously hiding nervously. I had probably scared the poor thing with how intense I had gotten hadn't I. That was unfortunate, but perhaps a bit inescapable. I was never the best at keeping myself from appearing anything but fully into the fight, old habits died hard from being that thing's Gladiator I supposed. Deciding to give a bit of an offer of friendship I fished one of the Goblin Fruits out of my backpack to help her out. She probably was bruised from whatever they had done to her while chasing her, so this would probably help. I remembered that they worked on anyone touched by the supernatural, so hopefully they would work for her.
I crouched down to put myself on eye level with her and tried to give her a smile, though considering the fact I had dragon's teeth that might do more harm than good but that didn't exactly cross my mind. "Sorry if I scared you, little one. I get a bit intense when I'm reminded of the Other's hounds and how they chase people down. Have some of this, it should help with any wounds you might have," I said, handing the Goblin Fruit to her. It appeared much like an apple would in form, except that it was a bright purple with bands of green and gold running through it, and as the light reflected off of it it seemed like it created a rainbow of colors that was subtly shifting even if I kept it still. "Name's Adalinde, how about you? Don't worry about not telling me if you don't feel comfortable, there's a lot of power in a name so I understand not wanting to give it out," I said, trying to be friendly as I held out the fruit, waiting to see if she was comfortable taking it. If she wasn't, I would just stow it in my pack. No big deal really.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 9, 2017 7:44:00 GMT
There was blood and bits of kobold everywhere. Any other demon would have reveled in such destruction of life, drinking in the last sufferings of such lowly creatures.
Luche just looked bewildered that they stopped moving.
One behooved foot prodded at a limp body that'd landed nearby, the airheaded hellspawn half-expecting it to jump right back up. When it didn't, she grabbed it and shook it. When there was no response at all, she began to panic.
Panic looked pretty much the same as fear for Luche -- sitting down, cradling her legs, whimpering, crying, and panting -- so she hadn't moved far from her starting spot when the scary fire lady crouched in front of her and started babbling.
The teeth didn't scare her half as much as the not-moving body nearby. Oh crud, she wanted to talk. Maybe? It was hard to focus on anything other than the swirly orb of colorful bewitchment.
When it started moving away, she snatched at it, not wanting to look away from it. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Luche could've sworn that the colors were speaking to her...
Her brain took a not-very-short time to realize she was ignoring the other lady, and that she had been talking, but the poised question was lost in her hypnotic state. That left her with a dumbfounded look on her face like she'd forgotten something that might not have happened. Though it was tempting to just go back to staring at the technocolored fruit...
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 11, 2017 3:55:49 GMT
Shit, she was not used to death it seemed. What in the name of everything holy was I supposed to do in this situation again? It had been so long since I had to deal with stuff like this, I had long stopped being sensitive to death and the same was true for pretty much any Changeling, let alone the people of the Court of Summer. Even more so than the others, we fought and killed to survive and take our revenge, so the sight of a dead body was something that was relatively normal for us. Shit, we even dealt with the kind that kept moving around and talking after death, the goddamn bloodsuckers. Usually we killed 'em for hunting humans, but some of them are all right I suppose, at least the younger ones who use their powers to keep worse things away. I was rather visibly confused about what to do right now, after all, I didn't know how to handle what was going on, let alone with someone who looked like they were in their early teens at best to me. All that came to mind were more and more cursewords and confusion, and if I kept thinking too much about it then I would be utterly unable to function, just stuck watching the girl panic in fear. I could taste them radiating off of her something fierce, and had I been a jackass from the Autumn Court, I probably would have enjoyed it too. Right now though, it just confused me and made me angry that I had done something that made me even somewhat close to the Others.
I decided to just try to offer her the fruit like I intended to do to see if it would help calm her down, and while she didn't seem quite receptive to talking, she did seem to stop panicking. I could tell since the fear and panic stopped tingling at my tongue, it was a rather handy way to figure other people out after all. It only worked when their emotions were strong enough, but it was better than nothing. After all, I wasn't really in tune with humans as much as I had been before my stay in Arcadia, it was an inevitable result of the exposure to the Faerie that I would lose a good bit of my humanity along with my soul. Still, I guessed I could still fit in enough with the help of that and the Mask, along with a bit of acting, that it wasn't too hard to fit in, even if I didn't quite understand what was going on. It really helped to be in a group of humans too, it was so easy to pretend to follow the crowd and just imitate their emotions and actions instead of dealing with it myself. One on one was a bitch though, and it was showing somethign fierce now that I was trying to deal with this little one.
"Go ahead and eat it if you want, I've got plenty more if you're still hungry. I can always get more too so I'm more than happy to share," I said, trying to put on a smile as I bumbled my way along trying to be nice to her and calm her down. This was really more a Spring's area of expertise, but I guessed it would be fine. Hopefully. I could tell that she was paying more attention now so I took the opportunity to reintroduce myself. "I'm Adalinde, sorry for the scare, I get a bit out of hand when I see someone being chased like that. What's your name" I asked, doing my best to try to engage with her despite the fact I was really bad at this, and it likely showed in my less than stellar attempts at body language and properly emoting.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 12, 2017 4:29:24 GMT
Retracting her gaze from the technocolored fruit was more difficult than it ought to have been, but eventually the tizzy temptress managed. Not that anything else in her immediate vicinity was more pleasant to look at, but the lady was talking a lot again. Most of it sounded like chatter as far as she could tell.
Oh crap, she was asking for her name? Did she ask that? There were so many words they all jumbled together in her head, like a big echo chamber that she couldn't escape from. Panicking again, the ditsy demoness resorted to stammering in her fractured speech "Uh... uh, uh, uh, L-Luche! Me Luche! Am... am th-thank you."
She drew her wings closer for comfort, unsure what would happen next. Maybe she'd get beaten for being too slow? That happened in this weird place, didn't it? It happened often enough where she came from.
It took Luche a moment to realize she was almost crushing the rainbow-hued apple-like thing in her hands... which drew her attention to it once again. And the odd way it seemed some of the juices coming from it were rolling up and around her hands. And how even the clear bits seemed to swirl colorfully -- though whether that was actually happening or if her eyes were playing silly buggers on her was hard to tell...
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 14, 2017 4:38:54 GMT
It was obvious that the girl wasn't the brightest, though it could also have been out of the fear I could still taste coming off of her. In either case, I still wasn't sure what to make of the girl. The fact she was being chased like that for something she probably didn't even understand going by her apparent level of intellect and obvious fear was tugging on things I really would rather not remember, but I couldn't just leave her alone to be harmed or wallow in her own fear. It would be against everything that I stood for to do that. But what the blazes was I supposed to do with someone obviously so scared with such a undeveloped mind. Shit, it was bugging me to say the least but I guess I had to try, even if it was going to be awkward as hell when I did something. I couldn't just sit there and let her be so scared. So I just worked on my instincts from what was left from my soul and pushed a little glamour into my mind to pull on the blessings of my Seeming and hoped for the best.
I reached out for the shivering girl's head and tussled her hair a bit, trying to seem affectionate, giving her a smile and a sympathetic face. "There there Luche, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry about it, what I did requires no thanks. I couldn't have lived with myself if I let those creeps chase you around like that. It just bugs me when people pick on people like that for things they don't even know they did," I said, smiling at her as I said that. I hoped I didn't step over some boundary by touching her, shit that was a thing wasn't it? Well I was already committed so hopefully it wouldn't be a big deal, but if it was then at this point my only option was refuge in audacity. Hopefully it wouldn't get to that though and she would be a bit less fearful and on edge around me.
I fished out another fruit from my backpack and sat down, patting the ground beside me to try to suggest that she sit down beside me. "Come on, sit on down. The fruits good, I think you'll like it," I said, smiling and biting into mine. I had gotten used to the strange tastes that goblin fruits tended to have, this one was a mix of hope, rainbow, and sweet apple. Hers was probably similar, but who knew when it came to these things? I could definitely tell it wasn't anything unpleasant though, it probably just would be a different positive emotion or slightly different colors if anything. Though considering she was a different kind of supernatural than I was used to, who knew? Hopefully it would be okay though. I didn't want to make this poor girl's life any worse than it already seemed to be.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 15, 2017 9:47:42 GMT
Luche purred from the tussling, though she remained in her fetal position, her reedy tail flicking happily. Ms. Adel line? (she may not have gotten that quite right) seemed alright, though that bout of violence was still fresh in Luche's mind. She sure liked to talk, though.
Note to self: don't mention attempted pastry theft to the now-nice lady.
Once fairly convinced that she was no longer in danger, Luche let her wings droop to lay around her like a large cape. Her eyes were drawn back to the technocolored item; instinctively she pulled her hand back to lick squeezed (and partially dried) juices off her fingers. The taste was pleasing, at least, though just hinting tantalizingly at the full taste of the fruit.
Finally comfortable and incapable of ignoring her growling stomach, Luche took a bite. Describing what happened next would take a great number of words, and probably bore anyone reading this to tears; the mix of pure emotion and sweet, tangy fruit was too much to process all at once. In less refined language, the ditzy demoness began tripping balls.
Poor Luche had no manner to describe nor anything to associate to what was happening to her.
Eyes glazed over, a dumb grin on her face, Luche swayed slightly, having gotten drunk off a strange brew of euphoria and bits & pieces of pure joy flowing through her system. It was a surprise she could remain upright. Indeed, it wasn't long before she found herself leaning against the fae's plaything, idly munching on the rest of the fruit until there wasn't any of it left -- not even a core. Any seeds present she would end up chomping on, though it wouldn't affect her present state.
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 16, 2017 0:08:45 GMT
Hmmm. This was a bit of an odd reaction, though I guess that was to be expected. I was in the ass end of who knows where thanks to the Gentry, and I had just fed what was essentially a chaos fruit to somebody. I could tell that she was having a much different reaction to it than me, but I wasn't even sure she was the one with the odd reaction. After all, the only people I'd seen eat these things up until now were myself and other fae beings like Hobs, Changelings, and the occasional member of the Gentry who found themselves in the Hedge. Perhaps we were all so accustomed to the strange nature of the faerie that the taste of these fruits and their side effects mostly had stopped being an issue for us? I couldn't say for sure, but what I could say was that the girl next to me was absolutely tripping her ass off from it, though she did look like she was enjoying it, so what was the harm in offering her some more? The way she had finished the fruit in it's entirety and quickly made me think that she was likely in need of food, and a great deal of it. Perhaps the girl was an outcast of some sort, and they wouldn't let her have any food? She was too out of it to likely get any concrete answers out of her I supposed, so all I could really do was try to lessen her hunger. I did have plenty of these to go around after all, though the others might cause different effects, I had quite a variety after all.
I pulled off my backpack and opened it up, revealing the rather large abundance of different goblin fruits I had. There were two to three dozen of them at least, with only two or three of each different variety. I hadn't picked up any of the really exotic kinds that had special effects beyond just being healing, but they still were quite varied. Rainbow Grapes with hints of desire and tones of love, magenta and blue polka dotted bananas with the taste of a midsummer night's dream (the play, oddly enough), and a number of other different fruits with similarly insane tastes. I had come to get used to them and the oddities that came with them, but it seemed she was taking it harder than anyone ever had that I seemed, though not in an unpleasant way. I offered her access to my backpack after taking the package I was supposed to deliver out and putting it on the ground next to me and saying, "Here, have some more if you're still hungry. I can get more very easily and theres plenty here. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I left you starving here." I knew all too much what true starvation was, so I didn't like letting other people go without food, even if it cost me my own.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 17, 2017 3:16:14 GMT
Colors swirled across her vision as Luche tried to focus, and consistently failed. Her brain felt like it was swimming through molasses made of joy and happy dreams. Every second stretched into infinity.
Basically, she was tripping hard.
Someone started talking. Someone nearby. Who was nearby? Ad... adolescence? Aphrodite? no, those couldn't be right. Her thoughts slowly roiled by as she stared at the glowy scaly fluffy bunny in front of her.
Oh, that's what was talking.
It opened a sack full of presents, which turned into gems. Fruity gems. Gem fruits? For some reason that made Luche giggle. Drunkenly she picked one up, and it turned into a banana. Muttering thanks between bites, she gobbled up the next fruitgem gemfruit, which tasted super sweet but tangy and a little bitter at the same time. And then another one. And another. And another. And another...
It wasn't long before Luche was passed out in a drooling stupor, with the occasional odd giggle or hiccup alluding to her still living out whatever fantasy she was currently in. It would be some time before she recovered; in all she had probably consumed nearly a dozen of the otherworldly fruits.
For some reason she was draped across a nearby rock, after having professed her love for the inanimate object a few minutes prior. In fact it was likely the very same one Adalinde had stood atop of in her defense of the hapless hellspawn. Now it held a very droopy demon, her tail and wings limp like wet rags.
Unfortunately, rain clouds were gathering overhead, and the air was becoming thick with the smell of impending storms. There had been several in the past few weeks, including at least one severe enough to warrant concern; this one was brewing up to be a nasty blighter.
There was probably a safe village nearby, but Luche was in no condition to move under her own will. Nor her own power, at that.
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Post by Adalinde Faust on Oct 17, 2017 4:48:33 GMT
Well, at least she hadn't eaten all the fruits. That was the one real upshot to what had happened, along with the rather amusing show at her expense that I had gotten. She was utterly and totally out of it now though, and I was committed to making sure she didn't get eaten or anything. Well shit, I guess I really didn't have any other options but to haul her off to somewhere safe I supposed. There really ought to be somewhere safe nearby that I could drop her off at with some sort of payment or just getting someone to pledge to take care of her in exchange for some boon from the Wyrd or something. That would work well enough I supposed, I was pretty good on my mental fortitude at the moment so a pledge or two was nothing to make sure she didn't end up getting eaten by some animal or get attacked by those fuckers friends. I didn't want to end up having my effort to save her be in vain, that was always the worst goddamn feeling. You feel like you managed to stick it to the Gentry or other bastards like them, but then when you're not looking your hard work is undone by some tricky fuckers they hired to make your life hell. Just absolutely the worst, really.
I made my way over to the girl and was surprised to find out that she was fucking heavy. About as heavy as the amount of balls she was likely tripping right now, which was to say a goddamn lot. What the hell was she made out of, rocks or some shit? Oh well, she wasn't heavy enough that I'd be unable to carry her fat ass somewhere safe, that was all that mattered. I moved my backpack around so that it hung off my chest with the package and remaining fruits inside of it as I hauled her up over the base of my tail and wrapped her arms over my shoulders so that I could have something to hold onto and to help get her mass as close to my body as possible to help her in place. My rather thick tail behind me would help keep her legs in place so that wasn't an issue.
With one final check to make sure that she was in place and wouldn't fall off if I needed to run quickly to avoid some stupid bullshit, I began to make my way away from the rock and tried to look for a road or something similar. Hell, even an animal path would do right now, just something that would give me some idea of where in the blazes I needed to go to help this girl not get attacked, eaten, or worse.
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Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 18, 2017 23:56:25 GMT
Before long, a small trail became evident through the underbrush, leading opposite from where the kobolds had scurried off towards. Following it would lead Adalinde to a small hamlet hidden away within the forest, a quaint place wherein several people of various varieties of humanoid milled about. And what good timing too; the changling would now just begin to feel patters of raindrops upon her, along with an unusual hissing noise. If she cared to glance at Luche's limp form, the source would become apparent -- every time a raindrop hit her bare skin, it would sizzle away, leaving a small grey patch in its wake. There weren't many drops falling yet, but the air was heady with humidity and the sky buzzing with potential electrical power, eluding to a whopper of a storm forming overhead. Adalinde's search for shelter would be fruitless until, at the behest of a villager, she would arrive at a small house on the outskirts of town, slightly overgrown by vines and weeds but surprisingly well-kept, with quaint storefront glass window and a large wooden door at the front. Supposedly it was also the house of a witch, though whether there was any merit to that was up for debate. Nevertheless, entering would not take much effort -- the front door swung open at a mere thought, and would close behind her just as autonomously -- revealing a space much larger than would be alluded to from its exterior. Some flavor of magic was at play, but it was likely unfamiliar or even foreign to the changling's senses. Within, row upon row of curios and trinkets could be found, all manner of things of arcane and technological origins -- some broken, others still working but obviously limited in operation, and a few behind panes of paper-thin glass with runes etched in their corners. Along the left-hand side was a right-angle checkout counter, occupied by an until-now dozing woman of indistinct elderly age, her head just lifting to glance at the unusual pair entering her shop. "Oh, hello. Wot's this then? How can I help?"Outside, thunder rattled at the storefront, and rain began pattering against the building's roof (wherever it was) with steadily growing rhythms. One particularly close strike lit up the window like daylight, illuminating a gnarled white bolt slamming into a tree some yards away, and the rain momentarily tripled in intensity before abating to its former pattern.
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