[Maeve's]
She shakes her head.
I still don't want you to when it hurts you this way, please...
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[Maeve's]
She shakes her head.
I still don't want you to when it hurts you this way, please...
[Maeve's]
Maeve sighs again, but nods, going to pet her.
"Alright... I'll keep doing it when it doesn't, though, okay?"
Or when it doesn't leave marks, at least.
[Tracey's]
Eileen has never been a morning person. In fact, she has been known, on occasion, to threaten to shoot people who wake her up early, and nobody has ever been sure if she was joking...
...so the knock, knock, knockin' onheaven'sTracey's door finds her asleep - but promptly awake with a start, and reaching for her denn'bok on the end table next to the couch.
[Maeve's]
She smiles and pulls her mask down to kiss her cheek.
Thanks.
[Maeve's]
Maeve smiles as well, going to kiss Khair's cheek too, since she rarely gets the opportunity to do so when there isn't something in the way.
"You're welcome, Khair."
[Kayla's Apartment]
"Kayla Ellis. Nice to meet you."
She can't help but laugh, first time she brings a guy home to her new apartment and it is even before she tells him her name. Or really asks for his.
"Hope you didn't mind me carrying you here, but I didn't want to leave you on the floor bleeding."
Kayla's Apartment
Oh, I'm Elkandar. Sorry for the trouble.
He looks up at her sheepishly.
In a girls house not a month after your almost-wife left you... pathetic, huh.
Kayla's Apartment
"Not nearly as pathetic as getting sloppy drunk a month after loosing your almost wife."
She frowns a bit.
"Sorry, that was harsh. Come on, I think you are done bleeding which means you can sit on my couch."
She starts to head over to her living room.
[Maeve's]
She nods and stands, limping up the stairs with her cane to the bathroom.
[Maeve's]
Maeve helps her upstairs, where, presumably, they'll shower; Maeve will help Khair get cleaned up if she wants the assistance, and accept Khair's help should it be offered, since presumably neither of them want to have to stay in the cold water very long.
[Maeve's]
Soon they're nicely scrubbed and washed... and really damn cold.
Khair limps out and quickly dries herself before getting on some clothes and slipping into bed, turning on the radio.
[Maeve's]
Maeve does much the same, though she hauls a table over to side of the bed, near the middle, and sets a lit candle on it before slipping in with the catgirl; said candle, once Maeve is in bed, flares, the flames widening considerably more than they should be capable of, so that it seems like they're laying next to a fireplace.
[Maeve's]
Snuggling closer, she enjoys the warmth of the candleplace and of her best friend; this radio drama is her favorite as well.
Tracey's
"Pakal's Laundry," a bored sounding voice answered. "Listen, lady, I've got 8 more deliveries to make by lunchtime. Open up." The clever assassin has cleverly disguised himself as a laundry gnome, cleverly towing a wheeled cart full of deadly stuff cleverly concealed as washed and folded laundry that cleverly manages to look like Eileen's clothing, which cleverly fooled the security guards at the gate.
Or it's Eileen's stuff that was dropped off yesterday at Pakal's Laundry.
[Riss' Quarters]
Mimi plops down on the back of the seat. "Okay, So this story is about the greatest hunter that ever lived, Charlotte. She was fierce, she was strong. No one dared mess with her, because if they did they were in for trouble. There's nothing in the world that would've ever stood a chance if they picked a fight with her. Nothing was ever too big and scary for her to handle."
"This story is about her biggest fight, her greatest challenge. A long time ago, there was a terrible creature that lived in the Weald. If someone went into its territory, they didn't come out. There wouldn't even be a body to find later. They say that pixie would take a wrong turn, and there'd be no way back. The trees would block their path, the canopy would be too thick to even see the sun. No matter which way you tried to go, it felt like you were being directed. Maybe you could change direction, you'd think you could find a way out, but every direction lead to one place. To the Beast."
"It got so bad that hunting trips couldn't go out without people disappearing. Food got scarce, and nobody could do anything about it. So Charlotte decided enough was enough. She got painted for a great hunt and went out to kill the Beast with only her spear."
"It didn't take very long for the forest to trap her. Bur she didn't care, it was exactly what she wanted! She headed right for wear the trees took her, until she found it. There was an opening in the trees. She found the bodies. Nothing but their broken bones were left. The Beast stood in the middle of it all. It had the body of a man and the head of a bull. It was huge, half as tall as a tree, and its shoulders were half that size. He could crush someone twenty times Charlotte's size with one hand, but she wasn't afraid. Oh no, Charlotte wasn't afraid of anything."
"The Beast roared at her, and you know what? She roared right back. They say that was the only thing that ever scared the Beast. She attacked it, stabbing it again and again. No poisons, no tricks, just pure determination. It took her days and hundred and hundreds and hundreds of strikes. Never making a mistake, never quitting even for a second. Finally he slowed, and finally he fell. She left her spear stuck in its head to send a message. You don't mess with Bloodfang pixies."
By the end of the story, Mimi is grinning from ear to ear and fidgeting with excitement. "They say the spear is still there, but no one's been able to find it. I've tried looking for it before, but it's supposed to be deep in the Weald." Her eyes light up at the thought of possessing that weapon.
[Maeve's]
When it ends, she snuggles down to sleep, yawning and content.
[Maeve's]
Maeve holds her close, letting the fire slowly die down to embers, ordered not to burn anything else, before she falls asleep.
[Fortress Mountain]
Clarissa leans against a nearby wall or table and simpers, lifting a foot up off of the ground to press against the flat surface.
"If you ever roll with a posse of tricksters, you'll find yourself in dire need of intel on pranks. And then you'll thank me! You'd be at a major disadvantage without this!"
Clarissa holds her chilled beverage out in front of her and snaps the pop-top tab thing open with her fingers. She figures that Day's bright enough to catch on.
If Day manages to drill a hole in the aluminum can, he will find that his drink hasn't been shaken either!
That only leaves one canister unaccounted for...
Mini-Clarissa snaps opens her soda-pop! She's greeted by spray of refreshing carbonation! She yips in surprise and raises her hands to shield her face from the eruption! She soon is soaking wet. All of the moisture is contained by Clarissa's magic, however, so none of Day's equipment should be damaged by this stunt in any way.
Maybe Day will soften his stance against pranks now that he's seen how silly they can potentially be?
Fortress Mountain
Smart enough to catch on or not, opening a soda the normal way is damn near impossible without any sort of fingernails, thus necessitating the crude biting method Day's currently attempting. Those little teeth of his are sharp too, so it isn't too much longer till he manages to poke a hole in the aluminum can and begins greedily siphoning up the fizzy nectar within.
"But I don't wanna roll around with a bunch of pranking ne'er-do-wells they sound boring and there's no point to it." Day says, continuing to pout and even putting on his best imitation Prometheus-scowl in sullen refusal to laugh at Mini-Clarissa getting drenched.
Tracey's
Tracey emerges a few minutes later and starts making coffee, wearing a satin nightie of the sort that one usually does not wear to bed when one is sleeping alone. "Ugh. Oh, that. I guess you better get what you want out of it, and the rest can go into storage. Satan knows I have no closet space."
[Riss' Quarters]
Upon hearing the name given to this 'greatest hunter,' Riss' brow furrowed for a moment but that soon passed as she continued to listen. It made for a good story although the muse felt that it lacked in perhaps a few of the necessary details that, at least in her mind, would be rather nice to know but nothing that spoiled it outright. Then again, I suppose that's because of how detail oriented I normally am so I guess I just expect others to be as well. That's probably a bad habit on my part.
During the story, though, Riss made to try and slide the tip of her tail back behind Misha. Something she had noticed was that the base of her own tail grew much more sparse in hair or fur cover than the rest of it rather than terminating immediately when it reached her back and, as such, it was a bit more sensitive than the rest simply given that there was less there to block direct contact. So, armed with that bit of knowledge, the muse would then try to lightly brush the tip of her tail around the base of Misha's. Just a bit of playful teasing, to be sure, but if asked she would simply state she was 'testing fine motor control' with a properly impish smile in accompaniment.
"So her name was Charlotte?" Riss asked once Mimi had finished her tale. That's not a common name. At least, not that I know of. Kind of strange, really.. Though now I realize that probably was a silly question to ask but.. I don't know, is it odd to ask things like that? I mean, if one recognizes something that.. Well, I'll be finding out anyway