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"Need to kill the beasts?" Molly asks, "What, you don't think there are more beasts out there?" Dusting off her skirts, the redhead stands up again to face you. "I bet you haven't had a really decent kill in a while? There's probably only a bunch of small fry left 'round this place. You've gone and killed all the rest of 'em." A pale hand motions to the forest around them. "Dun tell me you never get bored 'round here."

Molly gives a faint laugh, propping her hands on her hips. "You think anyone's gonna want to come to yer cottage with it smelling like that?" She quips back, "You must have the corpse of every single kill still locked up in there. It reeks somethin awful. I can smell it all the way from here. 'Sides, you lock it up tight, nothin will get in. And if they did, they'd down right suffocate I'd wager." Looking down at the mix of pansies, buttercups, and other wildgrowth at her feet, she shrugs. "And anyway, you've got the flowers here don't ya? If anyone comes along, they'll see it. They can tell you who came pokin when you get back. Then least you'd have something to hunt."

Slanted eyes blinked faintly as the words registered, and Elphaba dragged them down from their skyward gaze to study the white Cat for a moment... perhaps she had been a shut-in for too long, but such a beautiful mansion surely belonged to some sort of noble... and it's scale said that it wasn't a noble the size of her compatriot. But a low, snarling rumble of thunder rolled it's way through the night sky, and Elphaba put such wonderings aside and made her way to the entrance of the mansion.

"I won't be needing attention from healers and such... but if you do have a proper medicine cabinet, and some medicinal oils, it would be of immense help...," Elphaba murmured, not wanting to have to explain to anyone just yet why they weren't to touch her with water...

"If that is your wish," the cat responds, pausing in her step. She releases a soft, delicate meow and almost immediately before ou on each side of the hallway appears bodiless white gloves. Floating in the air, they await for instructions. "This is.." her voice cuts off, then she glances to the stranger, almost embarrassed. "I'm sorry.. your name?"

Molly laughs at the sudden proclamation. She has always been fond of displays of reckless abandon. "Well, alright then," she replies heartily, "We'd best be on our way. It'll be getting dark soon, and I'm thinking if we want to be seeing any action we'll need to clear out of this area right proper." Without even a second glance to the little desolate cottage, Molly heads back through a forest path in a less than hurried pace. "So I was heading towards the coast. I've got something of a bone to pick with someone, and supposedly that's where he's headed." She shrugs faintly, "If you trust a dandelion. Unfortunately the flowers yer interested in are the opposite direction. But if you like, we can double back once my business has been taken care of."

"Name's Molly, by the way," She adds, glancing at her new companion, "What do they call ya?" a smile curves her lips as she teases playfully, "You know, besides 'Axe Wielding Maniac"

Molly starts faintly as, seemingly from no where, Red drops her to knees and repeatedly cries out. Her surprise is matched only by her morbid curiosity, and she takes a quick moment to circle around the girl once, trying to figure out what is attacking her. Oh lovely, the crazy is going crazy, she thinks to herself with minor annoyance. Briefly she leans down and waves a hand infront of the girl's face. She didn't expect a response, but it helped vent a little of her irritation to be an a**.

Molly sighs to herself and digs into a pouch at her waist. Pulling out a small, ring-like object, she slips it on her finger. The strange little piece of jewelry seems to be a thin, roped band with either a thorne or a claw protruding ever so slightly from the inside, facing her palm. Crouching directly before the girl on her knees, Molly reaches out with one hand to grip the girl's face, holding her still as the other hand grabs one of Red's wrists, pulling it away from her ear and pinning it to the ground. A sharp, stinging pain travels quickly through the girl's body as the tip of the ring pierces cleanly into her bare flesh. "Come on now," her voice is stern and commanding. Holding the girl there a moment to let the pain register, Molly hopes it will snap her back into the present. "Focus on the feeling. Come back to me."

With the tug, Molly immediately releases her hold on the girl. Standing up straight, she dusts herself off. "Sure thing.." comes the quiet reply, a little surprised at the girl's honest gratitude. Scrutinizing eyes watch the girl subtly while she grips the fabric of her skirt and wipes off the ring. So she's a little crazy, Molly considers internally, but she can be handled. It will be fine. Absently, she slides the ring off as Red gets herself together. Moving entirely from instinct, Molly reaches for her pouch to slide the ring back in; then as her fingers brush the strings tying it closed, she pauses. Giving Red a sidelong glance, she removes her hand from the pouch and slips the ring into a small, hidden pocket within the sleeve of her cloak. Better to keep that handy, I think.

A pale hand brushes an unruly lock of hair back behind her ear and she glances up at the sky. It will be dark in an hour or so, and those clouds don't look promising. Molly twitches her nose faintly at the thought. Looking back down at Red, she motions you to follow. "It'll be dark here shortly," she tells you, "looks like it might even rain. We'll head east and see if we can find a rabbit hole to cubby down in during the storm." Turning said direction, Molly starts walking, her pace a bit more brisk this time. "I dun much like walkin in the rain. Gets me skirts all muddy."