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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 11:19 am
Gadding About
An RP between Shati Pac and her Plague, Fillin, and Doctor Amory Kempe. The setting is in Gadu, Imisus, in a large marketplace. The time is late evening, and the weather is cool and fair.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 11:40 am
Dr. Amory Kempe was not a tidy man, nor was he organized. Rather, he lived and worked in a cloud of barely-controlled chaos that was wrestled back into some sort of negotiable form by two long-suffering individuals in his life: at work, the stunted Plague Rene, and at home, his landlady. Thus, in order for Dr. Kempe to function as the Council Representative, let alone function at all, it was of the utmost importance to keep these two individuals happy and able to coexist peacefully with him. Sometimes this meant throwing in a word for the rights of Plagues as living, thinking things, a controversial opinion that had nearly cost him his career.
Sometimes, though, it was as simple as doing the grocery shopping.
Amory stood in the middle of the marketplace, squinting at the neatly written list, and then glancing around at the stalls. He was a farmer's boy by birth, unlike most of the Council, and so he at least knew what the vegetables and such on the list looked like, but there were other, more mysterious items whose purpose he could not fathom. Why did Mrs. Halifax need sheeps' bones? She had written 'for soup' neatly on the side, but Amory was damn sure he'd have remembered eating a soup with that in it. Despite having lived long years on his own, the art of cooking continued to be an enigma to him. So long as it was edible, he would eat it, and he had never felt the need to ask too many questions about how it had gotten there to begin with.
Rene, perched on his shoulder, was even less likely to be of assistance than his previous experience with cooking. The lavender stunted that had positioned himself as the head of his loose team of stunted Plagues was even more out of touch with day to day life than his employer, preferring gossip and romance and drama. Rene was not even likely to be able to recognize a turnip from a parsnip, which was a feat that Amory could at least accomplish without assistance from others. However, there was one thing that Rene could do in this sphere which Amory could not, and the Councilman looked up as the stunted stiffened, head cocked to one side.
"Rene?" asked Doctor Kempe, following his stare to a somewhat plain looking woman in the distance. "Oh come now, surely you're not going to start sweet-talking human women-"
"Doctor Kempe," Rene replied coldly, "I would hasten to inform you that the woman in particular, though she be not foul to mine eyes, smells of death."
Amory frowned at his stunted. "Come now, Rene, don't gape, then. Plenty of people have lost loved ones these days. Can't you leave them be?"
"I was thinking, Doctor Kempe, that she may be a Grimm."
The sheep's bones were suddenly the less appealing mystery. Amory nodded his head. "See if you can find out," he replied, and added, "Carefully!!" as Rene bounded away.
"My good lady!" called the Lavender Plague, dancing at her feet. "My good lady, how fare you on this fine evening?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 4:50 pm
Shati stood outside the bustling of the streets with her cart at her side, gently rearranging its contents. As the day wore on and dinner became a memory, the business that the farmgirl saw was terribly less. When people weren't hungry any more, they shopped less; when they were full it became difficult to give produce away. People didn't respect the hard labor that went into farming, she decided. They'd much rather purchase their goods from a third party who in truth did not know a corn stalk from an apple tree. Granted, she had to give the people some benefit of the doubt. At this time of year the colors within her cart were muted, dark, and she may have appeared more like a traveling witch than a humble fresh-foods seller.
The young woman pushed a lock of wild hair behind her ear and heaved a sigh, hunching to remove squashed blackberries from the seams of her cart. Some seemed half-eaten as opposed to simply destroyed, and she had to wonder if maybe she'd sell more if Fillin was gone. The Plague himself was curled in a corner of the cart between and behind a few bushels of corn, half-obscured by a scarp of burlap. Shati's bosom was not the accepted safe haven it usually was while they were out to market, not when she wore something to fend off a day's sweating under the sun.
A voice caused the farmer to perk, her brow furrowed as she looked over the landscape. Was someone willing to buy? If so, they must be half-starved with the way they were yelling. With her hands on her hips, she was prepared to obscure the cart's contents further by stepping to the side, but by the looks of her current 'customer' that didn't seem an issue. her fingertips stained black, she smiled down at the Plague and gave a polite nod.
"I'm doing quite well, thank you, and yourself?" Shati asked, turning her gaze again to the road to see if she could spot a Grimm. If not, there was a fair likelihood she was expected to give a free handout. She was aware of the knack Plagues had for finding their own kind and those that kept them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:20 pm
"I fare most excellently well this evening, and I take pleasure in hearing that you do also." the lavender stunted doffed his cap and swept her a comically low bow, slender frame bobbing like a reed in the breeze. "I wonder if I could bother you for a moment my lady, and if I may be so bold, enquire as to whether you house any of my fellows? I could not help but smell the odor- if you've merely lost a loved one to the disease, you have my humblest apologies, but as a Plague about town, I simply cannot pass up the chance to meet my kin. And, of course, their friends." He remembered something, and did a bit of an about-face, struggling to find something on his person. Craning his neck to meet her eyes, Rene pulled a miniscule scroll from his doublet and unrolled it, handing it to her for her approval.
"Of course, I would not expect a lady to converse with a Plague like myself without proper introduction! I am Rene, dutiful messenger to Amory Kempe of the Council of Scientists, leader of Kempe's Lavender Brigade, amateur dramatist on the weekends and evenings, and literature student at Trisica University (unregistered)." He took a deep breath after announcing his long chain of accomplishments, and if Shati could read and squinted hard enough, she could see that the word 'Doctor' that had preceded 'Amory Kempe' on the tiny scroll had been neatly struck out and replaced with the word 'Counselor', which had then been underlined heavily for emphasis. "Never fear, Milady, Doctor Kempe keeps me more than adequately fed and cared for, and I am not here to cause trouble like some of those of my kin who run wild and reckless in this good city! Much the contrary, I represent order and the spirit of inquiry. My master is a kindly and philanthropic man, and he desires to know of the Plagues in Gadu so that he might interview them and give them aid if needed." Quite carried away with himself by this point, he added, "Your service would be of aid to the city-- no, to the nation-- no, to Plaguekind everywhere! And humankind! And-"
"And that's if you have a Plague, if you do not, then my sincerest apologies for your loss again." He straightened his sleeves, rather sheepishly like a cat that had allowed itself to be caught off balance and was trying to pretend that it hadn't happened. Glancing at the cart and cleared his throat. "Also, my employer needs some vegetables for his landlady's shopping list. Might I also enquire as to whether you have any arugula?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:33 pm
Shati blinked once, twice. Why, what in the world...? Not only was this Plague especially verbose and long-winded, he seemed particularly energetic. As he continued, though, she stooped to take his scroll and look it over, noticing the name thereon before any mention was made by the Plague itself. Doctor Kempe?! This was akin to meeting a chief in her opinion... or at the very least the chief's assistant. Eyes widening, she scanned the crowd and noticed the man standing a way away. Oh my, what should she do?! Rather than panic, the girl smiled softly at the plague and nodded.
"I do indeed," she responded first, grabbing a small bundle of arugula tied with twine and offering it to Rene. She gave the cart a good kick then, rousing the napping Plague within who sat upright with a most angry expression. It had been perfect napping conditions, and after a heft helping of sweet berries he'd much rather-- oh? What was this?
Fillin crawled forward and rose a quick burst of air out of the wooden vehicle, landing without any embarrassing stumbling. He tilted his chin up, eying the other through the bottoms of his eyes. He had not met many civilized Plagues in his time...
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:57 pm
"Most excellent," proclaimed Rene, and seized upon the arugula, bringing it back to Doctor Kempe and bobbing under its weight. Out from one of the Doctor's pockets, another lavender figure appeared, meeting the first one halfway and aiding him considerably in the errand before disappearing again onto his master's person. Rene dusted off his hands, spoke to the Counselor at length, then towen Kempe himself back to the cart. The good Counselor, who was a shortish middle aged man that smelled faintly of lavender and looked faintly like a potato, rummaged in his many pockets for money and removed some coins, asking, "How much would that be, then?" As far as Counselors went, he cut a less than imposing figure.
Rene seemed to realize this, for he cleared his throat and announced "Counselor Amory Kempe, Milady," with all the grandeur of a herald announcing a king. His employer looked less than appreciative of the gesture, but bowed as required, and then, in a more proletarian gesture, stuck out a hand.
"You don't need to call me Counselor," he chuckled. "Doctor Kempe suffices for most. May I ask who I have the pleasure of buying arugula from though?" It was at this point that he spotted Fillin emerging from the cart, and his attention seemed to be torn between the Plague and Shati at once, though if he was surprised, he didn't show it. After all, he had received warning before approaching, and his work brought him in close contact with Plagues as it was. Money still hovering near Shati, he turned to Fillin, asking, "And who might you be? Who, and if it isn't rude, what?" He gestured at Rene as a peace gesture, remarking, "Rene here is lavender. One of many."
"The leader of many!" asserted his stunted, puffing out his chest defensively.
"The leader of many," Amory complied, rolling his eyes.
"We are a similar band, 'tis true, but I do not know what my peers would do without me."
"More work," suggested the Counselor.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 6:41 pm
Shati quoted the doctor a very humble fee and bowed in compliance to his offer, watching the coins in his hand a moment. It was rare that someone showed such basic respect, and when she rose to meet an offered hand she was even more surprised. A socially appropriate greeting was one thing but to go out of his way to make her feel like an actual person was another entirely. A smile fell across her lips and she nodded, shaking the counselor's hand strongly. She was a tall woman and broad, strong from years of toiling over crops and animals.
"I am Shati Pac," she offered, her speech formal out of deepest respect, "I am a student of the Council."
Fillin turned up toward the man then, eyes still narrowed suspiciously, and leaned his head slightly away. After that last episode when the Council had summoned them... hm. This man may very well be in charge. All the more reason to tell him nothing!
"I am Fillin," was all he offered, chest puffed out. He had, after all, always been him, even when he had still been blessed with wings and denied hands. Shati instead rolled her eyes and answered for him.
"He's a fruit bat," she nodded politely, clasping her hands at her waist a moment before noticing their stain and wiping them on her apron, "He simply showed up on the farm one day, and I've be stuck with him since."
Fillin visibly bristled, cheeks puffing out in offense. How dare she!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:36 pm
"A Councilwoman!" Amory exclaimed with some surprise. "Are you active in its halls? I'm familiar with many of our peers, but I don't believe we've met. What department are you studying under, pray tell? I'm in Psychology, myself. Well, sort of. Philosophy. Technically. Psychology is a new field, one that I've gone to considerable lengths to deve-" Rene cleared his throat and Amory coughed. "Of course, it's all terribly dry. Or so they tell me." He shot her a helpless smile and moved on to the matter at hand, turning to Fillin and extending a hand to him as well. "A pleasure to meet you, Fillin." It wasn't uncommon for Plagues to be reticent or even hostile. Even a few of the more obliging ones that he had recently interviewed had different views of their own identity, and would not identify themselves as a Plague. Others believed the term to be offensive, but few could provide a better one.
Fortunately, in this case, Shati seemed willing to provide the information that Fillin had overlooked, and Amory nodded gratefully. "Well, he seems to have found the right Grimm, then," he remarked cheerfully. A produce-seller would be amply able to care for a fruit bat. "I met Rene in much the same manner." Rene tipped his hat in recognition, and the Counselor continued, "However, if Fillin only wishes for me to know his name, I would prefer his information to be his own to divulge." He shrugged easily, and added, "If that's okay with his Grimm, of course! I study Plagues, but I strongly believe that they should agree to be studied themselves, if at all possible. In fact, that's why Rene came over in the first place. Finding out that you're a Councilmember yourself is more than a tad helpful, so I feel confident in asking: Would you and Fillin mind meeting me at my office sometime terribly?" He patted his pockets and pulled out a card with directions written neatly onto it that was surely the handiwork of Rene. "Just for a chat, really. My research requires speaking to Plagues to see what they think and how they react to things. To see how human they are, if you will."
"So far," Rene announced a tad smugly, "We have discovered that they are quite similar indeed!"
Amory shrugged again. "Well, I do believe that in many cases, they're more similar than the general population makes them out to be, yes. But then, of course, you have fellows like Sir Erasmus who seem to be from another planet entirely."
"Sir Erasmus is of good intention," protested Rene.
"To be noble is not always to be human," noted Amory, "As much as I'm fond of the man." He paused, as if thinking about whether to bring up a tender subject, then seemed to reach an inner resolution. Casually, he remarked, "If you were at the unfortunate meeting with the Emperor not long ago, you've met Sir Erasmus. I assure you that he really has got the best of intentions. Indeed, in the scholarly field he does us great credit."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 1:29 pm
Again Fillin's eyes narrowed, looking up at the Councilor and crossing his arms. He wasn't going to touch your hand, good Sir, you might have been involved in all of this for all he knew! He turned down to the offered hand once more, though, and heaved a sigh. His Grimm would protect him, would she not? She had yelled her disapproval at their meeting and had not rejected him or turned him in when they had escaped. Shaking his head, the Plague finally gave in to give the man's finger a shake.
There were so few of his kind out in the middle of Nowhere, Imisus. It would be nice to be able to provide some information, especially if it meant meeting more scientists and those like him. He had only ventured to their base of operations to offer his Grimm's findings, and without a friend in the internal affairs of the place it had been rather intimidating.
"Ask me, don't as her," he said suddenly, chest puffing out again, "If I am the one to be experimented-on, certainly it should be my choice. You seem to claim the rights of Plagues, and then you ask their Grimms if you may borrow them? Truly, Sir."
"Fillin!" Shati yelped. It had not occurred to her that these were the most words he had ever spoken to a stranger, only that they were not particularly respectful. They were members of the Council, they were to treat their leader with respect! She plucked the Plague from the ground by the coat and he gave an indignant bat-shriek. Rather than hidden, though, he found himself lifted to her shoulder where he rarely had the chance to occupy. He could see everything from here...
"Fillin."
The creature that had been lazily gazing off at the horizon suddenly snapped to attention, shaking his head roughly.
"Of course. If you poke too hard, though, I bite back~" Hopefully they'd be testing things like unnecessary dietary supplements and sleep patterns rather than reactions to, say, flame and stabbing. Shati rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly in response.
"He means that we'd be pleased to assist you. As for myself, I am a tribeswoman from the Ta'axta tribe in Northern Uque. I study... herbalism, what I've heard called 'folk medicine', in combination with more 'modern' medicinal techniques. I have never been able to study on a true plague victim, though... not that I would wish that upon anyone."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 11:45 pm
"I assure you, Fillin, I was asking the both of you. having your permission is all well and good, but if I'm not mistaken, it's your Grimm who will have to cart you over to my office!" He puffed his cheeks thoughtfully and added, "But you're quite right to be suspicious, after all. Plagues are valuable commodities these days- and unfortunately in many cases, that is precisely how they're treated." He grimaced to himself, but Doctor Kempe was of a disposition too sunny to linger over matters grave. At Fillin's somewhat threatening quip, he could not help but chuckle. Plagues were frequently capable of being deadly, but as excitos, their appearance held little terror, even a dark caedos like the fruit bat before him.
"I will," he assured his host gravely, "Be careful to poke as gently as possible. However, touching will not be required. My work consists mostly of talking to you and listening to what you have to say. Little else! Dull, yes, but generally safe and sometimes quite useful."
That left Shati, and Amory turned to her so as to ensure she had not felt forgotten in this exchange. "I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the tribe. You must forgive me, I was born and bred in Imisus, and I'm a bit of a homebody. I've traveled, but only in the boundaries of this region. Your work, however, sounds fascinating! I would be delighted to know of the natural remedies that you use. No stone must be unturned in search of the cure for the Plague, after all, and I can hardly say the techniques we're using now are much good." As she lamented her lack of subjects, he frowned slightly, stroking his chin. "It's a difficult line to tread," he admitted cautiously. "In my own research I've seen some truly terrible things as well, and yet, what do you do? You can do nothing but keep working in hopes of finding a way to fix what you've seen. As for specimens, since you're a Grimm, if you show me your work, I can always recommend you to visit a plague village." The word seemed to leave an unpleasant taste in his mouth, but he continued, "People in this city who suffer from Plague are sometimes used in our research, and other times opt to go to a community where they can die without running the risk of infecting others- one full of their own sort. We have a few in Imisus where some Grimms go to study, as they're more resistant to the disease. However, I feel the need to warn you that months ago, two Grimms on the way to a plague village did fall ill, though both recovered within a week." He tapped his chin, remarking, "As I'm not a Grimm, I've never been to one of these communities, myself, but if you need to experiment, there are ample subjects there."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 10:26 am
An interview? Why, Fillin was so rarely the focus of anyone's deep interest that this suddenly seemed like a good thing! A half-smile grew on his face, smarmy though it may be and the Plague's head tilted somewhat upward. Talking, eh?
"Well then I'd be glad to help," he nodded, arms crossed over his chest. Shati just rolled her eyes and smiled.
"No, no, I find that very few people here know anything of the tribes, I certainly wouldn't hold it against you," the Grimm nodded. Would he be curious to learn anything about them, she wondered? A blush bloomed in her cheeks... no, the Councilor had so much more to worry about. "I can't say for sure if I'd like to put myself in danger for study, but then again people grow ill and die every day, as a Grimm, as one of the only people who can enter and not acquire a fatal disease, it seems almost like my duty. I'm sorry, Sir, I assumed you were a Grimm as well. That's something of new news. Either way, most of what I have discovered so far is... symptom management, at least as far as I know. I'd rather like to test it on a living person." That wasn't exploitation, was it? If they were already ill and dying, would hope for a cure or at least for some comfort be uncouth? She didn't imagine it could be.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 6:12 pm
Amory grinned at Fillin, a lopsided, pleased sort of expression that had more sincerity than smugness to it. "It's a deal," he announced. "If I could know when you might be available, I'm sure I could schedule you in..." Rene cleared his throat at this juncture, and he amended, "If Rene is able to find an open space." Laughing awkwardly, he explained, "I'm afraid I'm not much used to my schedule still! Half of me thinks I'm still just a philosophy professor, with far more free time at my fingertips. However, working out time to meet with Grimms is my first priority, I assure you."
Rene rolled his eyes, because Amory's schedule was a tangled maze, and every time he met someone he was even remotely interested in, it got even more knotted. Now that he was Counselor and had actual duties outside his classes and research, organizing said schedule was hell, and often fell upon the shoulders of his most trusted stunted. "We shall see. I am also eager to make further acquaintance of these two who are so amply stocked with vegetables, but I make no promises as to whether it shall be soon! You still have to meet with several dignitarie-"
Amory waved him aside. "I'm sure you can handle it, Rene," he said offhandedly, and the Plague's brocaded chest puffed out with pride in spite of his annoyance.
"Yes, well. I am simply the best."
Turning to Shati, Amory smiled and remarked, "I would like to know more about the tribes, but perhaps now isn't the best of times. My landlady isn't going to accept dinner being late because I stopped to talk to a fellow Councilmember for much longer than fifteen minutes." He looked vaguely regretful, but even Amory couldn't ignore the fact that dinner was a priority that came before conversation. "I would invite you over, but I should really ask her first, and I fear that the patients who stay in my home, though largely harmless, often react poorly to strange Grimms." He puffed his cheeks somewhat thoughtfully, but no immediate solution emerged, so he turned to the more practical matter of Plague-related business. "Think carefully on the matter," he advised. "We all of us can't be expected to put our lives in danger every day! Heavens knows, if I were to expect the same things I'd done for my research back in the day of my students, I'd have no students to teach! No, we each of us must decide our own means of conducting research. If you do decide to visit such a society though, I'm sure that the people there would be sore glad of some alleviation of their pain, even if it isn't a cure. Better to go gently to death, I'd think!"
He looked briefly surprised that she thought he might be a Grimm until Rene nudged him and he realized. "Oh, no! As far as I know, Rene is simply one of the many stunted Plagues that roam Panymium. It's true that many of the Councilmembers in high ranks, including my predecessor are Grimms, but I'm just an ordinary man. In that respect, Miss Pac, you have the advantage over me." He shrugged easily, though Rene looked rather offended at being thought of as simply a stunted.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 6:55 pm
Once again, it seemed as if the Councillor and his companion had gotten lost in their somewhat elitist rantings or, more so the Plague had stroked his own sense of self-importance. A leader of an entire faction was allowed to have a somewhat inflated ego... it was even expected and gladly accepted. The Stunted, however, seemed to imagine that he had a grand status applied to him simply for working with the man. Oh well. In the end, it really wasn't something she had any place to complain about. Her own Plague tended to rob and sleep all day. At least the little lavender Plague had a job to do that he apparently did well, and was undoubtedly rather calming during the Councillor's stressful schedule... or, on second thought... maybe not?
"Well, my schedule is fairly open soon. I can harvest in the morning of evening, no matter. Should you have a Mage to help with transport, it would be even further freed," Shati nodded, averting her eyes for what might have been respect, or a re-realizing of the man she was speaking to relative to her own rank and caste. Higher education had not been an option for her. She had barely had a traditional education; everything else had been a product of her own determination. It would be nice, she thought, to beg from him some sort of assignment, perhaps to weasel her way into his pocket and help to raise awareness for natural--
Oh, who was she kidding? She hadn't been able to practice on anyone at all in years upon years. She found some small offense as well in the fact that he had ended their conversation so abruptly, but really that was another place she had no business treading. It was, she figured, just her desire to continue speaking to a man so far beyond her reach who would likely never have time to speak to her again... which was also rather reasonable. "You choose your time, I will come," she offered, giving a small smile and finally managing to make eye contact again, "for as long as you need. I know I'm nothing particularly interesting, but I'm willing to help in any way I can. I admit, I know very little about Plagues and Grimms at large. Even rumors don't tend to reach me. I've learned what I can from Lord Yizhaq, but that's the extent of my reach. I've rarely spoken to other scientists, even... if you could call me that. Here." She reached into her cart again and came out with a carton of blackberries... that had been picked through. Shati gave her Plague a glare, and he simply put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out at her. Right. She chose another and offered them out to the Councillor. "Your landlady may forgive you." Of course, she was higher-ranking than the farmer herself. Gnnh. She was being treated as an equal thus far, though, and for that she was grateful.
Fillin, meanwhile, had taken to walking circles around the other Plague, looking him up and down. What a ninny. He could take him down in a moment! His eyes narrowed, he stopped and stared. Sure, he could write things on paper, but could he sneak in and out of a grocery without being noticed? Ohoho, no. because he was a ninny.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:41 pm
"How about tomorrow morning?" Amory offered, having forgotten entirely about Rene's protests within the five minutes it had taken to discuss what interested him more: Shati's medicine. "If you can spare the time, I can offer you Council lodgings to stay at for the night so that a mage won't be needed, and we can find an icehouse or perhaps a mortuary to store your leftover produce in so it remains fresh." Rene was staring at him in disbelief, but Amory was already drifting off on a tangent, adding "I would be more than glad to lend you some of my studies about Plagues, if you would like the reading. They're written in common Panymese, so you shan't have to worry if you can't speak Ardenian. As for basic knowledge regarding Plagues, I have several books I could lend you on the matter, but it's fairly simple stuff. Your Plague, Fillin, is a Caedos, and when he's an Anhelo, he will be an Infitialis, unless he turns out to be a special case like the Sword of the Grand Magus in Shyregoad. The Infitialis breed have the power to spread the Plague." The merit of this power he left for Shati to decide. Some Grimms who cared for Caedos took it quite poorly, others seemed to revel in the responsibility.
Meanwhile, the ninny was tapping his foot impatiently, but snapped his fingers, and from the Counselor's pockets, two other lavender stunteds emerged. Turning to Shati, he remarked, "Miss Pac, if you wish to take up the Counselor's offer, these stunteds will lead you to lodging and find a place for your produce. If not, they will find you comfortable transportation to your domicile, if you so choose." He flourished a comically deep bow at Fillin, whose circling had not gone unnoticed, and flashed him a rather haughty sort of look. For all that his master was a plebian man, Rene was painfully aristocratic.
"I do hope that my schedule hasn't inconvenienced you terribly," Amory apologized sincerely, accepting the blackberries with gratitude. "I would conclude our business in a more satisfactory way, but if there's one thing I firmly believe in on this earth, it's that you shouldn't anger the person preparing your food." He gave the pair of them a tired smile, concluding with, "I would call you a scientist, Miss Pac. And I hope that if you believe you can relieve the suffering of others, you will do the same. There is nothing nobler than using your talents where they're needed most, and the Council has a reputation for many things as of late, but I fear that none of them are terribly noble."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:34 pm
Fillin reached up and planted a clawed hand square in the ninny's face. He didn't slap, he didn't even push, he just put it there, staring, face blank. there you go, ninny. There you go.
Shati looked briefly shocked, eyes widening.
"Tonight?" she asked, and then turned down to her cart, then to her Plague. "...Fillin!"
The bat's head turned suddenly, but he still showed no emotion and still didn't move his hand. "What?"
The farmer gave the creature a Look that every child feared to the pit of their soul. Fillin, instead of crumbling in tears, glared defiantly and remained unmoving. After a moment's long stare-down, the Plague finally relented and dropped his hand, crossing his arms angrily and staring up at his Grimm, who turned back to the Councillor.
"I'll need to return home quickly, just to retrieve a few things; some more herbs, a poultice or two... I have a few light chores to finish as well, but they should take minutes. I need no escort, I don't mind traveling at night." The farmstead would need to be prepared for a day on its own, and since the riots there were more precautions to take. She was not so ken on her produce being frozen either, and would prefer it hang to dry or go to use. "I mean, of course tomorrow morning is fine."
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