[Center][color=ed1c24][h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]
Level 6
10/60 EXP

Location: Frozen Highlands - Krat Zoo
Wordcount: 1109(+2 EXP)[/color][/Center]

The embers that remained of Mokou’s attack began to fade, claimed by the low temperatures of the zoo. At least, all but the glowiest spark, which quickly burst into a small ball of fire, before dispersing to reveal an unharmed Mokou. Tilting her head to the side as if stretching, Mokou simply floated lazily towards the stagecoach, turning midair to watch the fight against Tom unfolded, not even bothering to unleash anymore feathers. She could recognize a beast’s final strokes before it lost the ability to fight. 

Thus, she instead simply followed the stagecoach, letting the battle die down behind her as Tom slunk back into the water. She hardly matched the frantic speed of the Reindrix, but she nevertheless made it to the stagecoach with the others, giving a casual wave to Heismay as she landed within the clearing, taking notice of his momentary worry.

As the Seekers began to settle down for a short rest though, Mokou simply began to walk on, making her way to the staff center. Though, as she did so, she stopped by Geralt, having recognized them from the fact that they had been in the freezing water. The phoenix was well aware of the effects hypothermia could have on a body, and with how old they seemed… Well, better to be safe than sorry, [color=ed1c24]“Hey. Figured you could use this, should help with the cold. Don’t hold onto it directly, just keep it close and guide it with your hand if you need to”[/color] Mokou says as she holds out a hand, a small wisp of fire forming into a feather similar to the one she gave to the Viking earlier and allowing it to hover in front of Geralt. With that, she puts her hand back into her pocket, continuing on to the staff center.

Thankfully, the door to the building was unlocked, allowing Mokou to easily enter without having to make a large scene. That and it was, in comparison to the rest of the zoo, still relatively intact, almost as if the chaos of the zoo had not touched it.

… At least, that would be the case, if not for the angry shouting coming from deeper into the building, something that caused Mokou to direct her attention towards, already making her way towards the sounds. It didn’t take long for Mokou to find the source of the noise within the rec room within the staff center: A blond haired man yelling profanities as they were wrapped up a giant silk ball, and a massive spider that was easily larger than Mokou herself, almost mutated beyond recognition, with their legs being an amalgamation of different, non-arachnid parts. The spider seemed to be wholly focused on its work, continuing to wrap up the man to save a meal for later.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle broke the angry ranting of the Viking and the work of the spider as the two snapped their heads to look at the source of the noise. For the Viking, it was a confusing sight: A short, white haired girl walking into the room without a care in the world. For the spider, however, it was simply another intruder… Or more specifically, another source of food.

With angry chittering, the spider plants the Viking upon the wall next to them, its webbing sticking to the surface like glue while the creature descended down onto the floor, keeping direct eye contact with Mokou. On her end, Mokou did not seem at all concerned by the approach of the spider, instead stopping in the center of the room, removing her hand from her pocket and aiming two fingers at it. For a moment, the two stood off, the spider twitching ever so slightly as it prepared to strike, and Mokou staring at it with a bored expression, silently daring it to try.

Then, in an instant, the spider leapt forward, fangs bared. And in the same instant, a condensed stream of flame split it in two, completely obliterating the center as the two remaining halves sailed by Mokou’s body, the legs instantly curling up as they registered their death.

With that out of the way, Mokou shakes her hand, a few remaining wisps of flame dispersing as she did so, [color=ed1c24]“Honestly getting tired with all the mutated creatures around here. Though that was hardly the biggest spider I’ve ever seen”[/color] she stated as she walked forward, placing her hand back into her pocket, looking over the near cocooned form of the Viking, [color=ed1c24]“Hm. Good thing I showed up, I doubt it had anything pleasant planned for you”[/color] Mokou added, her casualness causing the Viking’s expression to sour,

“Aye, I know that well enough. Damn beast caught me by surprise: Had I fought it directly, it would have been no match for me!” the Viking says, evidently proud of his own strength… Before remembering his current predicament, “Unfortunately, these webs are rather strong. I could use a-”

[color=ed1c24]“Helping hand, yeah, I gathered as much”[/color] Mokou interrupted, already moving over to the bound Viking, floating up and placing her hand on the webbing, [color=ed1c24]“Keep still, this is easier if you don’t move.”[/color]

With that, an orange pulse rippled through the webbing, and within seconds, each strand began to burn away, the fire condensed to not affect the Viking within. Soon enough, the webbing had been burned enough to release its captive… And cause him to fall straight to the floor, a fact that Mokou did bother trying to stop.

“Gah, bloody hell, I appreciate the help lass, but could ye not have dealt with the fall?" they said, groaning as they pushed themselves off of the ground, all while Mokou simply floated to the ground, hands back in her pocket, giving him a nonchalant shrug.

[color=ed1c24]“It was only a short fall. Not like it’s gonna hurt you long term. More importantly, you’re one of the vikings here right? The tall one is with us, and Erik is safe too.”[/color]

“Ah, you’ve met me brothers then. I reckon they’ve been hiding away. Even sounds like Olaf never gave you their name! Absolutely disgraceful. Us Vikings have better manners than that, I can’t believe they wouldn’t give a name to their saviors! Not like I expect anything more-” the Viking continued on, showing no signs of stopping his berating of his brothers, or at least complaining about their flaws. For her part, Mokou simply shrugged, and silently began to guide them out of the building and to the stagecoach. She’d heard this kind of talk too many times to count, but hey, if it helped with his stress, then so be it.