➔ ➔ ➔ No Take-Backs Responding to "potentially-dangerous" with one in kind
Terpsichore stood near the makeshift tent that the group had erected about a month ago, feeling safer the closer she rooted herself to a landmark of safety. Her posture was anything but convincing of this matter, however, as her expression drew creases across her brow. Arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping every so often in the patchy grass, she seemed more on edge than angry with how she seemed to be receding into herself. After a moment, she queried, "Didn't you already learn that, though?"
Her self-appointed teammate giggled at the seemingly unfounded observation, a bright, toothy smile beaming back, "What? No, of course I didn't! I just learned it the other day; isn't it neat?"
"Neat is not something I would call it," the moss-freckled girl muttered under her breath. Margarita's smile lessened in intensity, tilting her head a couple of degrees to the side in an attempt to goad Terpsichore to repeat that statement, for she hadn't heard the low tone of it. Instead, the shroomish moved a single hand from the folds of the other arm and lifted it, "But you've been throwing things since you've been with the group. Heck, that's how you first greeted me! Don't you remember?"
The purple-barred girl gasped and pointed, as though Terpsichore had made a good point, "I do! That was funny!" She giggled, knocking a frustrated sigh out of the shroomish, before continuing, "That was a lucky shot, though. I mean, anyone can throw something at another person, but that doesn't make it a learned move, in the pokémon sense."
The brunette waited for Margarita to continue, but the grimer child seemed suddenly preoccupied digging through her lunch bag. Moving her hands to her hips, Terpsichore asked, trying to keep an even tone, "What do you mean by that, exactly?" Her annoyance stemmed merely from the fact that the shroomish, all things considered, just really hated that ability. Why improve a skill to hit everyone that she felt like? Her determinants to initiate such behavior were not the most sound, so wasn't this only going to prove to make things that much worse? Couldn't Margarita see the hole she was digging herself into?
But the sludge pokémon did not grasp subtleties like that, she took verbal cues like Terpsichore's at face value. Pulling a bagged sandwich out of the bag, she studied what was stuffed between the dual layers of bread. "I might even be able to become the best basketball player ever," she snickered to herself, prodding at the surface of the bag.
"Margarita!" the frilled poké-human hissed.
She continued as though no detracting had occurred, "I didn't always hit the target when I threw things, you knew that. That's why I sometimes broke what I threw. Or... what I hit." She scratched her cheek with a single pointer finger, remembering a glass jar that had shattered on impact. Those poor pickled asparagus... though Nix didn't seem too sad about it, at least.
Terpsichore huffed, though it was a deflated sound, concerned, "Margarita, how is that a good thing that you can do that now? Aren't you afraid that you're going to hurt someone?"
Margarita shuddered a little, making her conversation partner think that maybe she was getting somewhere with her points. Arms came up to the putty-purple girl's shoulders and rubbed, "Brr, got a bit nippy out. Do you have a sweater with you?"
Her sigh came sharper this time as Terp stomped her foot, "Margarita, for once, can't you listen to me!?"
However, her reply was more nonchalant than ever. The grimer-child shrugged, indifferent, "What do you want me to say? You don't like the same hobbies I like, so you're never going to agree with me. I just want to have fun in life, so that's what I do." She was tempted to say something more snippy, but couldn't concentrate long enough for that to stay as an interesting thing to accomplish. There was no point in arguing anyway, it wasn't very fun...
Despite knowing that Margarita was, bizarrely, correct in her statements, it didn't lessen the intensity of Terp's aggravation to a very noticeable degree. "Do you find it fun to give someone a concussion? Is that it?" she nearly shouted.
The lavender child almost seemed to be ignoring the angry shroomish now, tugging at the end of an ear as though her wispy hair had been tickling it. She then glanced down at her sandwich, and then to the creek behind her. Shuffling through the lunch bag once more, she located an empty tupperware box and exchanged it for the sandwich. "I'm not going to give anyone a concussion," the short child chided, almost with a laugh, as though Terpsichore told half a joke. The grimer then scampered off to the creek and dunked the open tupperware under the surface.
Terpsichore smacked a palm to her forehead, confused, "Rita, there are better containers to use for water than that..."
The other girl ignored the statement, however, hopping back over with a wide, innocent grin on her face, "I know that! But I'm just demonstrating!"
"Demonstrating? Demonstrating wha--?" the mushroom pokémon started before her answer was unceremoniously received. Using her newly-discovered Fling ability, Margarita tossed the contents of the tupperware at Terpsichore with pinpoint accuracy, getting the brunette as sopping wet as was possible.
And that grin... that grin was still on her face..! The grimer giggled, "Hey, you're not melting, either! Paprika says that means you're not a witch!" She apparently could see nothing wrong with this train of action, regardless of how cold the water or the temperature outside was.
Terpsichore shivered from a combination of biting cold and cresting rage. She never remembered being so furious before, accumulating such a concentration of raw emotion that it was tipping the edges of her vision in a searing white. Thoughts became momentarily half-coherent as venom seeped in, Screw it. If she's not going to try to get along, then neither am I! It was then that emotion took control of her motor skills, and before she could even contemplate what she was doing, she had shot an unfamiliar seed at the smiling form of the girl before her.
When the shroomish came back to her senses, instinct once again taking a back seat, she gasped an exclamation, "Oh my gosh, Rita, are you alright!?"
Margarita blinked, not sure what to make of all of this. Still gripping the tupperware in front of herself with both hands, the lavender pollution monster peered over it at the seed that found its way to the ground. "Woah," she breathed, still sounding a bit amused, "I had no idea that lunch material could be used as a shield!" Margarita seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Terpsichore had nearly implanted a parasitic plant into her, let alone being the first of these potential victims.
Unfortunately, the attacker was not so well off. The fungus-feathered girl's eyes began welling up, even as she attempted to wipe the tears away. "Thank goodness..." she sobbed beneath the obstruction of an arm, "I'm so sorry!"
Before Margarita had a chance to console her teammate, though, the shroomish was already running off. She didn't want this... Terpsichore didn't want this at all!
Premise: No, seriously, the clothes are haaaaunted~!
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➔ ➔ ➔ Left to Her Own Devices Having breathing space isn't always a good thing
Margarita had remained silent, her mouth sealed, as she had been directed to do. Worry and concern were imprisoned behind clenched teeth, knowing full well any words that would have come from it would only succeed in aggravating an already dangerous situation. She wasn't good with words, not good at structuring what she wanted to say, at least when she wanted to. It seemed only to be an option when she was trying to do something else, ending up down the wrong path than what she had initially set out on. No, that wasn't always a bad thing, but when it was important to reach a specific goal, it could do more harm than good.
That is what the girl had managed to gather, at least, from what she had observed. The grimer's mind may have been a scattered and fragmented labyrinth of random thoughts, but that wasn't to say she didn't take the information in -- it was just a bit more difficult to process things when she should. While it left for a lavender-tinted child that seemed to be perpetually happy as much as she was a troublemaker, she was still a sponge for information. It was merely the topics of interest that took precedence in showing up underneath her behavior than those that others may deem as 'more important.'
This, though... this was a different case altogether. Margarita knew she had to be careful where she took action and where she stood. Voicing anxiety over a situation tended toward worsening of such situations, or a backlash. She could be proud that she made things better every once in a while, but such occurrences accounted for a handful of occasions. More often than not, someone other than her grew more bitter in the end. She didn't very well understand it, most of the time, but that's what happened.
People were invariably too serious!
No, she wouldn't make light of a situation, of a fear that led to such panic, but that didn't very well mean she understood it to its full degree. Why fear what hasn't happened, and may never happen? Why not roll with things, and make them better where one could?
...Was it because she thought this way?
Even without speaking it, was it because she acted this way that everyone else felt they needed to leave?
"I didn't want them to go!" she cried, pulling on the hem of Nix's jacket in a fruitless effort, "Make them come back! I'll apologize, I will, just make them come back!"
"What... what are you talking about, Margarita?" Nix stuttered, grabbing above the hem the girl was latched onto to soften the jostling. After a moment, without needing the child's response, he sighed and grabbed hold of her wrists to stifle her movements, "It wasn't your fault. They didn't leave because of anything you did or did not do." He crouched down, more eye level with the poison-type, but she continued to struggle.
"Then if it's your fault, make them come back!"
"You're not being reasonable, Rita..."
She sniffled a bit and thought it over. Nix was referring to the fact that both causes resulted in the same procedure to be undertaken to resolve it. She had overheard the conversation, knew that he had already tried to get Endymion and Terpsichore to stay, and that forcing them to come back before they were ready would likely end on a worse note. She comprehended that much, even though she didn't see the correlations between the end results. Couldn't they stay here still? In such a way that it would parallel the actions of going to one's own room?
They traveled, and had to pack up and move on a regular basis. Cooping yourself up in your tent was not really an option, and Margarita realized that she didn't always respect it when others felt they needed the space. No, actually, when they acted on such accord she sometimes felt the urge to bother them more. So... so then... it really was her fault.
"I'm sorry..." she murmured as she turned and walked away from the researcher, though the sentiment would easily be taken to mean contrary to what Margarita had wanted it to. Nix was quick to correlate it for her outburst and expecting the man to do something that was impossible to enact in a positive manner. She fiddled with the head of the salt shaker, always taking up occupancy in one hand or the other. The girl could almost hear the container tsking at her behavior.
That was an atrocious display. So what if they abandoned you and the old man, at least you've still got what's important to you.
"But they were important, too, Paprika! They were my team. I don't have my family with me anymore, but they seemed more like one, not just friends. It was pretty cool, feeling like I had a brother and sister, you know..?" Margarita retorted to the silent accusations. She blinked, glancing to the salt shaker, "Though yeah, I still have you. I haven't lost everyone, just... half of them." It didn't seem like much consolation, when put into retrospect.
You just have to find something else to preoccupy your time with, that's all. You've still got a long way to go in your training. I'm sure you can find something else, too. You aren't the most focused of individuals, after all...
While Paprika's voice came across as slightly demeaning, Margarita stuck to what she did best and didn't take offense. Especially since it was true... She tried her hardest to make her smile convincing, "Yeah, I hope so."
Terpsichore said they'd be back. It's a mere waiting game, at this point. You'd better not slack off during that time, it's not a break for you.
"That's more like it!" the girl giggled. "Alright, I'll stop being so depressed, then. Thanks for the pep talk, Paprika," the grimer nodded, her directionless motives restored. It would take some getting used to, but she could manage. Margarita was an adaptable little amorphous putty-girl, after all!
Premise: It's not mission impossible, it's just mission very, very unlikely!
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Tyche Fortuna “Where is that no good pile of goo?” Myrrh silently wondered aloud. While Daisy technically was humanoid now, and not a pile of goo, that didn’t stop Myrrh from saying that when her friend annoyed her; she did not like to be kept waiting. Of course, she was also less than punctual herself. The only reason she had arrived on time was that someone had set the time ahead on her Ralts watch. Well, technically it wasn’t hers, but possession was 9/10s of the law, right?
Her legs dangling from the roof, she pondered aloud, “I wonder if Daisy remembered to bring the rope?” Tossing her makeshift grappling hook back and forth between her hands, she couldn’t help but think it would be rather useless without a rope. The sun having long since set, she once again muttered, “Where is she?”
MoogerMint Margarita was never one to stick to a schedule. The young grimer could barely keep the loops and turns of the speedway in her brain straight, let alone tell what two hands in the middle of a fairy circle of numbers meant. However, this time she had been given a very specific time to meet up with her friend and grimer-proclaimed mentor, so she exerted more than her usual amount of effort towards remembering when that was supposed to be, and where.
It wasn't surprising that the purple-banded poison-monster had requested that Nix remind her when it was getting close to the time to meet up with Myrrh. It also proved to be a smart decision, for by the time it had rolled around, Margarita seemed surprised it was even supposed to be today. She had even nearly forgotten to bring the rope that the spiritomb had requested, and had to backtrack a little to grab it before taking off once more on her way. Considering most of the lengths of rope were being used for tents, she had to bring a rather strong one... that was also particularly thick, and difficult to knot.
With it equipped about her torso like a sash, the grimer tore off for their designated meeting place, Paprika jostled about in her shorts pocket. "Myrrh-Myrrh!" she hollered to the girl as soon as she came into view, still running to catch up, "How'd you get way up there?"
Tyche Fortuna “I cli…err magic, I used magic to get up here Daisy, though you could probably climb or slurp or whatever it is you do to get up on top of things,” Myrrh replied. Suddenly, she remembered that she had been left waiting, “And where have you been? I have been waiting for ages!” Raising the grappling hook into the air, she added, “You brought the rope right?” After a moment, she added, “Also, try not to be so loud, this is a stealth mission…You didn’t bring Paprika did you?”
MoogerMint Sliding to a stop in front of the building, Margarita huffed to catch her breath, placing the palms of her hands on either knee to hold herself somewhat upright. After a few seconds, she was back to her full (diminutive) height, staring up at the spiritomb with wonder, "Oooh... but Myrrh-Myrrh, couldn't you just... magic me up there, too?" It would sure beat figuring out how to scale this thing, and she'd get to see some of that magic in action! Unless it was a levitation trick, of course... the grimer wouldn't really put any skills past the ghost-type. Grabbing hold of the rolled up rope, the grimer worked it over her head, holding it up as demonstration, "Sorry, I almost forgot it and had to run back to get it! I don't have a clock on me to tell when... A o'clock is, either!" A, 8, it was all the same, right? "If I'm late, blame it on Nix! He's got the watch," she grumbled, as though suddenly irritated for the man for the very same thing... despite the fact she just said she had to head back briefly for a mishap of her own.
Blinking, Margarita's eyes briefly diverted to the pocket at her side that currently housed the salt shaker known as Paprika, "I d-- ...No?" She fidgeted, "No, I didn't bring her with me, she insisted she come!" It was totally different! As though avoiding any anger to start off the evening, the grimer looked around for a good place to begin scaling the building. Stealthy... she could do stealthy! Watch this ninja in action!
Tyche Fortuna “Well, I could, but it might be better to save the magic for later, in case of an emergency.” Shaking her head at the grimer’s comment about almost forgetting the rope, she added, “Well it’s a good thing you didn’t forget it. Toss up an end and I will help you get up here, if you don’t think you can get up on your own. And A o’clock? What are you even talking about? It is 8, the number, not A, a letter. There is no A o’clock Daisy. Can you tell time?” Mumbling to herself, though still loud enough for Margarita to hear, she added, “She can’t tell time? No wonder she is always late.”
Redirecting her voice back to the grimer, she stated, “We need to get you to learn to tell time. Hell, maybe Paprika can help you?” She might as well include the condiment, since the former pile of sludge had insisted on bringing her. “Well, since she tagged along, she better keep quiet, unlike last time. The last thing we need is her sounding the alarm.”
MoogerMint "Oooh, good point..." Margarita agreed, never stopping to consider that Myrrh would have used it to get herself up with what seemed little effort. Gripping the rope firmly in her hands, most tightly to a single end, she tossed it in a semi-circular fashion over her head and about the shoulders, managing to hit the edge of the side of the roof -- just barely too short of Myrrh to grab ahold of without moving. All the while, she thougthfully discerned the differences between letters and numbers, trying to visualize each of them to get a better grasp on the concept. A's looked like ladders... and a ladder would have been really helpful about now!
At the thought of Paprika teaching Margarita time, the grimer grinned, "She probably could! She's really smart." Probably not as smart as Myrrh-Myrrh, of course, but certainly smarter than the grimer gave herself credit for. "Pfff, Paprika's a super spy. She probably did that to keep us on our toes. This time, we won't get caught!" the girl insisted. She'd become a super spy, too, and then these shenanigans would always go off without a hitch! Whatever these shenanigans happened to be, at least; she wasn't quite sure yet... but she brought plenty of rope! She wasn't hopeless! Again, she tried to toss the rope up, but let the entire mass go this time with as much power as she could muster against the ragdoll-like apparatus, "Fling, don't fail me now!"
Tyche Fortuna As the rope sailed up to her, Myrrh instantly could tell that it wouldn’t make it far enough, “Don’t you know fling? You should have been able to make that, Daisy. Paprika isn’t distracting you right? Now is not the time to learn to read clocks; we have a mission! A mission some might call impossible, but I dare to dream! We will succeed!” Mumbling to herself as the rope fell down, she stated, “Maybe I should have told her to bring a ladder?”
“Oh sure she is,” Myrrh replied sarcastically, reasonably sure the tone would go over Margarita’s head, “Though not quite as smart as myself, if I do say so myself.” Shaking her head slightly as she recalled the incident in question, the spiritomb girl continued, “She didn’t seem like a super spy that night, when she flew from your hand, through the window, while screaming. We better not get caught, though; this mission is of the utmost importance! As the grimer stated her intent to use fling, the rope sailed past Myrrh and she caught it in her hand. Securing it around her arm, and squaring her feet, she stated, “Ok, come on up.”
MoogerMint The problem with Margarita's first toss is that she did not think to implement her Fling ability, instead resorting to a blind chuck at the general direction she wanted the rope to land. The very generalized direction. "I got it!" she insisted, "That was just a warm-up throw! See, now I'll be ready for anything, and be more helpful this time!" She got her mistake for the evening out of the way, so it'd all be uphill from here, right? Maybe she should have brought a motor of some sort, too, if they were going up inclines...
As Myrrh expected, the influences of sarcasm was lost on the grimer on the streets below. She frowned, pouting a bit, "She wanted us to learn how to react under those kinds of circumstances, I'm sure! Prepare for the unexpected, keep your mind open, feeeel the mission!" Wax on, wax off! Though she wasn't going to argue that Myrrh was probably smarter, for the spiritomb actually made the rounds instead of hiding out incognito -- it was possible Paprika was very much out of practice, out in the field! "Don't worry, she promised she'd stay in my pocket!" the grimer-girl tried to assure, grabbing hold of the offered rope end with a firm grip and scaling the side without too much trouble, "She's only gonna offer suggestions. Don't worry, she's good at that!" Once she reached the edge of the roof, she had a bit of difficulty adjusting her grip to grab the overlooking ledge, a hand scrambling toward the top with little to hold onto for leverage. She was still a small girl, albeit athletic, and the reach was a bit difficult to manage. Flailing the hand a little, she sputtered a strained, "Q-Quick, grab hold!" She wasn't slipping, but it was still a bit uncomfortable!
Tyche Fortuna As Margarita climbed the rope, Myrrh tugged on it, pulling her farther up. “So you will be ready for anything? Does that mean you will be expecting the unexpected?” Myrrh teased. As she asked this question, she loosened her grip on the rope, just enough for it to slide a foot or so. Still, even though it was a short distance, it did drive home her point; expect anything.
“Well, just as a warning to her, my first instinct, in that sort of situation, would be to silence the hindrance, perhaps permanently. Though she is your friend, yes? So I was a bit lenient. Still, I would hate to see her have a run in with Special Agent Oregano….” She of course meant Daisy no harm, she was one of her few friends, she did have half a mind to smash that salt shaker, though. It seemed to bring out the destructive side of her friend. In general, this was a side she would not mind, but random destruction and chaos did not sync well with stealth. There was a time and a place for everything. Grabbing her hand, Myrrh pulled up the grimer, “Welcome to the mission.” With a sniff, she added, “Pungent as always. Luckily I don’t think they install the scent sensors till next Tuesday.”
MoogerMint Focusing on keeping one hand moving in front of the other towards the top, Margarita never caught on to what Myrrh was trying to get to until it was too late. Instead, she flashed a smile, entirely too trusting, "Of course! How else are we gonna-- Eep!" As the rope slid, the grimer clung on tighter for dear life, eyes closed tightly as though not seeing the ground would make it go away. Once she realized what happened, eyes trained downward before scouring up in a flash, "That wasn't funny!" Of course, her tone belied her amusement, with the childish mindset of invincibility long since having took root in her instincts.
Margarita's eyes seemed to grow twice as big with Myrrh's threat, but the girl couldn't find her voice to counter it until she was safely atop the roof, rolling onto her back once she was yanked up. "You wouldn't dare!" she finally managed, "You can't just randomly kill people! We're not assassins!" However, Secret Agent Oregano, that was another story... and she shivered slightly at the thought before propping herself up on her elbows. "Oh... we should have brought perfume, in that case, just to mess with them," she complained, rolling to her feet, "Where do we start?" And what was the rope for? And that claw-looking doohicky next to Myrrh?
Tyche Fortuna Despite her statement, Myrrh could tell that the grimer was amused by the sudden shock of sliding downward. She was rather certain her friend must think herself invincible. Myrrh couldn’t help but think that her friends views were silly; Myrrh was the invincible one, after all.
“Well, I might not go around randomly killing people and you might not go around killing people at random, but Oregano….Special Agent Oregano….she is an agent of…..CHAOS,” Myrrh explained to the grimer with a smirk. Shaking her head slightly at the grimers next remark, Myrrh added, “Well, I don’t know if we will be going back in there, but I will keep it in mind, if we go some other place with smell sensor.” As she talked, she threaded the rope into the grappling hook and tied it tightly. After tugging to make sure it was secure, she pointed ahead. “See that tower over there? You are going to fling the grappling hook to that ledge up there, then we will swing across over to that balcony; the one above the fence with the barbed wire and all the spikes. See, over there, with the ‘Beware of Houndooms’ sign, and the other sign that says it is electrified?”
MoogerMint "This is true... the fiend!" Margarita concluded, a stern growl in reaction to the mention of Oregano, "You don't think she'd be here, do you? We need to be on the lookout if she is! Who knows who she would attack, since we're with Paprika!" She wouldn't put literal backstabbing above the secret agent seasoning! Or just blowing up the place, if she was chaotic enough... Her frown immediately dissolved into a grin when Myrrh considered Margarita's perfume idea, glad to know she was not hopeless in coming up with ideas that they could implement at a later point in time.
The grimer watched as Myrrh made quick work transforming the two items into a single grappling hook, taking possession of it eagerly as she trainer her mind with the instructions given. "Wow..." she breathed as she looked at the building, "...ominous." If there was ever a tower that looked more like an evildoer's secret lair, Margarita hadn't seen it in person. She barely offered confirmation before she went to work following through, swinging the grappling hook and getting good momentum going. However, as she released the hook to the tower's indicated ledge, thunder roared minaciously from the skies above, causing Margarita to quietly shriek and toss the hook a little too hard. It landed where it was to go, just as Fling dictated, but one of the hooks lodged quite deep in the stone, deeper than the girl had been aiming to do. She stared disbelieving for a moment, and then turned back to Myrrh, slightly sheepish but played off as though she meant to do that, "Eh... all set! We shouldn't be eaten or electrified this way!" Unless thunder led to lightning, then the fence might not matter...
Tyche Fortuna “Oregano? Here? I would think not. I have no use for her and, despite her prowess, she does fear me,” Myrrh replied seriously, despite how odd all the facts about oregano might sound, if jumped together, “She may be en embodiment of chaos, but even chaos knows fear in my presence.” At that last boast, she couldn’t help but smirk; she was really getting into it.
Momentary confusion spread throughout the spiritomb as thunder roared through the sky. The weather channel said it would be a clear sky tonight? Not that she watched the weather channel, but one of her roommates had been when she walked through the room. Though, the TV had mentioned strange, sudden storms. Around her house, though, they had been mostly unaffected, but still, she noticed them on her outings. This confusion was wiped away as she bore witness to Margarita’s throw. “Daisy….impressive,” she stated, as the grappling hook sunk into the stone.
Grabbing the end of the rope, she explained, “So first, I will swing across, then I will toss it back, and then you can swing across. Just watch me and you should see how to do it.” Backing up, rope in hand, she prepared to make the jump. Suddenly, as she began to run towards the ledge, a bolt of lightning struck the hook. The current traveled down the rope and into her body. Myrrh flew backwards and landed on the roof with a thud. She lay motionless.
MoogerMint "So you have Oregano under your thumb, then?" Margarita asked hopefully, "Does that mean you can tell her to lay off Paprika for the time being? This mission is important!" Not that she had any idea what said mission was, but whatever it was, it was surely important! They didn't do unimportant missions, in her book!
Her grin became more convincing with the compliment that Myrrh offered for her throw, "Thanks!" It was simple enough to retrain her thinking to believe that she really had meant to do that, so the praise hit closer. Her focus readjusted toward the operation more easily with the positivity in tow, the grimer watched the instruction carefully, intent not to fail in their collective objective. Okay... okay, she got that much... seemed pretty straightforward, except for that last part.
Margarita jumped back defensively as the lightning arced along the rope, attacking Myrrh. She watched as the rope fell from easy reach, dangling below its roost on the stone ledge before the grimer-girl had opportunity to attempt a snatch at it. She then turned back to Myrrh, quickly moving to her side and crouching down. "Are... you okay?" she asked, fairly certain that her mentor was even more indestructable than the grimer herself, "I... I'm not sure how you want me to do that. Did you do that with your magic? It looked painful." It also didn't seem to get her any closer to the tower.
Tyche Fortuna Suddenly, Myrrh’s eyes popped open. “What the hell was that?” Sitting up, she looked down at her body, seeing the rope still held tightly in her hand. “Seriously, what just happened? Was I actually struck by lightning.” At the corner of the vision, she saw the grappling hook. It was a makeshift grappling hook, made of several pieces. The part lodged into the tower separated from the rest of it and a solitary point, still bound to the rope, fell to the ground. “Really? First I get struck by lightning, and then the grappling hook falls, in pieces. “ With an irritated sigh, she began pulling the rope, it might not be whole, but she would still have the rest of the rope and the solitary sharp piece that remained. “Oh, and yeah, that isn’t what I wanted you to copy.”
MoogerMint Margarita backed off a little from Myrrh as she sat up, avoiding a literal head-on collision despite there being plenty of distance. She watched the confusion unfold, attempting to process what Myrrh was trying to say just happened. "So... that wasn't supposed to happen," Margarita managed to gather, turning back to the stone ledge that still held evidence of what had undoubtedly turned into a lightning rod, "Can you magic us over?" Maybe she just wanted to see Myrrh's floaty powers in action again.
Well this certainly seemed hopeless. With a sigh, the grimer sat down on the roof next to her partner-in-crime, unaware that this was bizarre weather. For all she knew, she just hadn't been paying attention to the clouds rolling in, even if she was pretty sure it had been clear a second ago. "So... want to get dinner?" she offered. Weird, she was suddenly hungry... barbecue sounded nice.
Tyche Fortuna “No, that was not supposed to happen; it was not part of the plan,” Myrrh replied as she finished pulling in the rope. “And well, for now, the mission is cancelled. We are going to have a bit of a change. Weird, freaky weather is one thing. Weird, freaky weather messing with me? Something else entirely.” After pausing for a moment to stand, she added, “Something must be causing this and that something now has me for an enemy!”
“Yeah, we can get something to eat first though….How does barbeque sound? I could go for some barbeque right about now…and you shouldn’t smite on an empty stomach.” At that, she began to hover off the roof and back to the ground below.
MoogerMint Margarita seemed to deflate slightly at the results of the expedition, disappointed that the mission was a bust before it even really got off the ground. Literally. "Something causing it? It's not the clouds causing it?" she asked, baffled as she watched Myrrh take a stand. They couldn't very well fight clouds, as far as she knew... did Myrrh have a better idea as to what this was?
However, any tenseness in the air about the whole ordeal immediately evaporated at the mention of food, and the grimer perked right back up. "Ooh, that sounds perfect! I was just thinking the same thing!" she proclaimed gleefully. The girl was quick to follow the ghost-type... until she finally decided to show off her so-called 'magic powers.' Awestruck, Margarita applauded the display, until she realized her dilemma... "Hey, wait! How am I supposed to get down from here?"
