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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:08 pm
((That so made me think of Finding Nemo: Fish are friends, not food.))
"It's not comfortable to feel helpless," Riasha says quietly, mostly to herself, ostensibly about the kitten, though perhaps the comment extends to herself. Raising her head slightly, she looks in that direction for a few moments before resting her head again. Every so often she will shudder, though it's doubtful that she feels cold; her cloak looks warm enough.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:15 pm
((Essentially.))
"Helpless little creatures? That just sounds like they would be way easier to catch and cook. Have you ever tried alligator hunting? It's not as easy as they make it look. I'd take cooking an easy, defenseless little critter any day," she prattled. She reached down over the boy's shoulder to poke the rodent he cradled.
He shivered in his clothes, his skin flushed red. He wore an awful lot of clothes. Compared to Jóna, who was clad in not much more than what covered her chest and crotch, he was practically swaddled.
She glanced back toward the girl at the table, but didn't catch what she said.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:29 pm
"Please don't touch her," he said quietly.
Lance flinched as she touched Dehlia. Pulling the kitten closer to him, he sprang into action. Sprinting away from her, he tucked his body in tightly, careful of the kitten, and rolled beneath the table the other girl was sitting at. He was doubtful, but maybe that woman couldn't get him under here.
The kitten mewed softly, and Lance grinned. The exhausted kitten blinked slowly, trying to keep her eyes open. He gently wrapped her up inside the pocket of his jacket, determined to not let anything bad happen to her.
"You're right," he said to the girl at the table. "Being helpless is uncomfortable."
Still. Was that woman really going to eat her?
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:40 pm
Riasha makes a startled exclamation as suddenly there is a man, and a kitten, under her table. "I've been feeling a lot that way lately," she says softly. "Helpless, just like your kitten. You had better be careful, protecting things is hard, and you won't always succeed." There's a trace of melancholy in her voice as she says this; it sounds as though it isn't merely idle speculation on her part.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:09 pm
The man. The human man suddenly snapped at her and fled, coveting his little rodent with him. Jóna stared after him in shock. He was practically a slave! She swung her long, bare legs off the counter, she marched after him. She might not have any of the black, but she was still an elf, burn it all. If she wanted to skin that kitten and spit it with her knife and cook it over a bonfire made out of the splinters of broken chairs and tables, that was her godsbedamned prerogative.
Leaving her frozen lemonade behind--it hadn't been that good anyway-- she marched over to the table and peered between the two. They were a rather pathetic lot.
"So don't be helpless," she drawled in annoyance. "Do something about it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:17 pm
Riasha took a long look at the woman. Could this be an elf? She had heard of such beings, but they seemed to have disappeared along with the unicorns. For a few moments she simply has an expression of awe on her face. Then she shakes her head slowly. "I didn't want to die," she says simply in response. "I'm just an entertainer; I didn't know anything about sword play. The man was bigger than me and he had a sword; what else was I supposed to do?" she asks the woman with the odd ears.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 7:14 am
Lance took advantage of the girl at the table distracting the elf away from him. The tattoos on his face glowed, and he vanished, along with the kitten and the bag he had abandoned on the table. The elf was psychotic, he thought. No one in their right mind would want to eat a kitten.
Lance reappeared in the corner of the room. He hoped the elf didn't follow him, or he might have to use his magic again. And he certainly didn't want to fight her. Not when there was a war. Not with Kira still rampant. And definitely not with Genevieve dead. Which he was pretty sure she was still crumpled up in the snow banks.
Still, he would do whatever it took to protect Dahlia. Even if it meant he would have to fight the elf. He warmed his jacket carefully, and Dahlia happily napped in his pocket, warm and dry, at last, purring loudly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 10:38 am
Jóna hopped up on top of the table, crossing her dirty feet beneath her as she looked down at the tired little human. "Seduction!" She exclaimed. "You should have seduced him and then betrayed him when he let his guard down. Some men make it easy, the ones who will let you tie them up," she remarked cheerfully. "Although to be honest, the ones who don't want you to tie them down are much more fun." She punctuated her statement with a cocky wink.
When the man suddenly disappeared and reappeared across the room, she snapped erect and swung her legs down off the table, expression brightening. "Was that magic?" she gasped.
They told her stories of human magic. She had never seen a human practice it before though! Jòna's freckle dustd face lit with excitement.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:16 am
Lance shielded himself with a large bubble. He needed to calm down; angry magic wasn't going to help anyone. His clouded, white eye stared down at the waitress as he ordered food, keeping his black eye focused on the elf. Was she part of Kira's army? She sure seemed like it. Either way, he couldn't trust her. Especially with the way she had talked about him to that girl. He felt sick, but he attributed it to hunger.
He perched nervously on the chair as he began to eat the steak. His energy was a little low from the fight with Kira's army, and he couldn't afford to be weak in front of the new enemy. He shoveled some of the potato into his mouth, and his body glowed as he replenished his magic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:10 pm
Riasha blushes faintly. "Um, it would have never occurred to me to try that. But he ended up knocking me out, so I didn't have much say in the matter for going with him," she says, a bit shamefacedly. She looks over at the man eating the food with a look of semi-longing...for the food, not the man. Her face was still colored from the earlier embarrassment, however.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:18 pm
Jóna grinned at the girl's meek reaction. Shrugging, she said, "Well, maybe next time. Men suddenly become so much reasonable when you're crushing their nuggets in your hand, don't you think?"
She was distracted by the human mage in his little luminescent bubble. She wondered what would happening if she touched it. Motioning that she would be right back to Raisha, she swung her legs off the table and hopped to the floor, padding across the room to the table. He was making quite the light show. Reaching her index finger forward, she made to prod his defenses.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:22 pm
"Can I help you?" He asked the elf, glaring at her.
The shield bounced at her touch, pushing back against her with a little bolt of electricity. What did she want? There was plenty of food here; she didn't need to eat his cat. Regardless of her, he began to cut into his steak.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:36 pm
"Pardon me, but I'm not even sure what that means," Riasha says to the elf. The terminology isn't any of the slang she had picked up in her lands, so she doesn't have the chance to be embarrassed, or offended, by the content of the elf's suggestion. Then Jóna goes over to poke the barrier, and she watches this with curiosity. While she's aware that magic exists, it was always a dim, peripheral sort of knowledge; she has no actual experience with the matter.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:47 pm
Jóna pitched a cheeky look over her shoulder. "Balls. Testicles." She mimed grabbing a pair and giving them a good squeeze for the girl's benefit.
When she touched the barrier separating her from the human man, it shocked her. She jumped back with a yelp, cradling her hand against her chest. "I've never seen magic before. None of the humans we get can do it. I mean, I know elves have our magic to extend our lives, but I haven't passed my trials yet so I'm not allowed to use it yet. Too young," she clarified, prodding the barrier again and shrieking a laugh when it zapped her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:50 pm
Okay, now Riasha looks embarrassed and her cheeks go full out red this time around. She lowers her gaze then turns her head away slightly at the gestures. "That's not really the way I do things," she mumbles, twitching nervously. It's not a far stretch to guess that this girl isn't really 'educated' in the ways of men.
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