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iconoclassist) wrote2016-06-18 12:31 am
iconoclassist) wrote2016-06-18 12:31 am
goddamn snakes in my goddamn forest
[The place: Somewhere in the southwest, where endless desert gives way to grasslands gives way to a forest, the farther out of the rainshadow that created this desert you get. This particular piece of woods...well. There aren't very many settlements there, because the spirit(s?) who lives there employs a very 'stay the hell out of my woods and I don't give a shit what you do' policy of diplomacy.
This probably doesn't mean much to anyone hired to look into a rash of missing children in the towns closest to it.
Of course, most of the mercenaries who were hired tromped in loudly and boisterously, got stuck full of drugged arrows and sent back out with large signs expressing people were still to stay the fuck out of the forest, which would imply the spirit either isn't aware of the children or took them herself. Then the oathbound tried to get in and were also sent out.
Given it hasn't killed anyone, turning to the higher echelon of mercenaries now is a little tricky. So, daggertooth, why are you here, and how are you handling the problem of the angry, angry spirit?]
This probably doesn't mean much to anyone hired to look into a rash of missing children in the towns closest to it.
Of course, most of the mercenaries who were hired tromped in loudly and boisterously, got stuck full of drugged arrows and sent back out with large signs expressing people were still to stay the fuck out of the forest, which would imply the spirit either isn't aware of the children or took them herself. Then the oathbound tried to get in and were also sent out.
Given it hasn't killed anyone, turning to the higher echelon of mercenaries now is a little tricky. So, daggertooth, why are you here, and how are you handling the problem of the angry, angry spirit?]
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Maybe try not yelling at them when they're expecting the worst?
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[Well, she's up the tree incredibly quickly. And...yeah no the inside of it is actually pretty quaint and well-furnished and you'd almost forget it was a tree-house? She's going to go find some clothes. Apparently she prefers to wear real clothes. huh.]
Sometimes I wonder why I sided with you people, honestly.
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[He'll just sit down, field check all his gear. Watch the windows. Consider.]
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[Sighing, and coming back out of where she was changing.]
You're not a spirit...and I assume you age and breed through copulation and have to eat and sleep regularly? You're closer to a human than I am.
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[He even offers a polite smile.]
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...I guess it's not really any weirder than us looking human-shaped, in the end.
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[He's moved to actually look out a window.]
...Unseasonably cold.
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And then immediately goes into her room and comes back with a huge lumpy looking blanket and drapes it on him. It's soft and probably too warm.]
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Thank you.
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[She's honestly a little bit fascinated by this. She's never seen a mortal tamed by a fluffy blanket, before.]
Hey, before you fall asleep there. You need to tell me what you eat...I don't have to, so I won't know.
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[Looking up from his blanket at her. Uh wow yeah those are huge fangs.]
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[Kind of. Reaching out to poke them Shirin please.]
No, you're too quite for that. Asp? I haven't been in the plains and desert lands in...an incarnation or two.
[...Right. Food! Stop getting into the pretty snake-man's bubble.]
I'll be back in...mm, five, ten minutes. You prefer food cooked, or don't care?
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[He will just doze in his cocoon. Be careful, he will bite if startled. WILL BITE. DO NOT DO A FRIGHTEN.]
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And now she will just stand here out of strike distance with a plate. Let's not even question why she has a kitchen and dishware if she hates humans and doesn't need to eat.]
...Oi.