The Waystone Inn, Roof
Interactions: Lucky @DrDistasteful
Hunter’s Mark Target: RansomAs the tallest, strongest looking man around followed her orders to dig out the child slash halfling, Cali did her best to look around for anyone else in need. Even with her sharp eyes, the amount of debris around made it difficult to spot anyone else. Maybe they were all dea–
The whole world shook again, but this time much more violently. She crouched quickly, gripping the edge of the building to keep herself balanced. Her eyes narrowed, a grimace tugging at her red lips as she watched the first capstone begin to spin. She wasn’t stupid enough to miss the clues. It would be them soon.
Fuck this, Cali wasn’t dying on a roof directing people to save people who were now doomed. No fucking way. She was going to grab her fox and get pissed. Maybe she’d let Dev get pissed too.
Even as the world around them was being torn apart, the ground shaking as it was on the edge of being torn apart, Cali managed to smoothly swing herself off the roof and onto the snow covered ground. She bent down to scoop Dev into her arms, holding the vixen close. Was there even time to get in and down the strongest spirit before she died?
She turned around, storming towards the door. Except, there were two people just inside the entrance blocking it.
Oh, and a house about to fall on them.
Please, Mistress of the Forest, allow me to quickly reach your domain and avoid all men on the way.
Cali shut her eyes and held Dev close, surprisingly calm in the face of death. While she didn’t achieve everything she wanted to, at least she was dying to some unforeseeable arcane disaster rather than to the violence she feared and expected to eventually end her life. And they never managed to catch her for her crimes.
But death didn’t come.
She opened her eyes to a yellow orb protecting them from the debris. Their nose twitched at the sulphuric scent in the air, glancing over at Liliana Scratch curiously. They didn’t know enough about magic to judge what the cause of the smell was, or how long the spell would last. Maybe it was just giving them a few more moment.
Enough time to get piss drunk.
With Dev under one arm, Cali moved towards the door. But the fucking cat (and a cute girl) were still blocking it. Sure, it would be easy for someone as small as Cali to squeeze through, but she wasn’t one to suffer for an inconvenience.
”The fuck are you blocking the door for? Tryna keep everyone out in the cold?” She snapped, directed specifically at Lucky. As she spoke Dev started to growl, wriggling in Cali’s arm as she tried to snap at Lucky. Cali glanced down at her, then back at Lucky, eyes narrowing. Sure, it could just be because he was a massive cat, but it also could be because he did something… ”The fuck did you do to my fox?”
The Waystone Inn, Roof
Outfit:
Interactions: Ransom @Atrophy
Lunar Phase: Half Moon [Day 5 of 29]It was a deal! Perfect! He better start thinking of questions now… Oh, he had to ask the important ones first. But he really wanted to know why people on the surface were such prudes, always walking around fully clothed– It was a question that had been killing him for six years. Oh wait, he had to make sure to pepper in some questions about Ransom too, as if he needed to know much more than that he was incredibly attractive.
Shit, that made him sound like someone who was only into looks and didn’t care about personalities. Of course he cared about that! Just it wasn’t important for the initial connection.
Lost in his thoughts, Eil continued to grin at Ransom without really processing what he was saying or noticing the other elvish woman shouting for help. Not until he was dragged out of it by the mention of a nice private room.
And an earth shattering groan followed by more shakes. As the sexy bedroom eyes became filled with fear Eil let out a small gasp, turning around to face the door. He had good vision, but not so good he could see whatever was going on outside… Shit had he been wrong? Were they really going to die here? Why had he wasted time on questions?!
This was the worst way to die. At least he could die doing something interesting, like an arcane experiment. The yellow glowing orb was a kinda weird thing to see as he died though… It looked strangely like a globe of invulnerability… A really strong one at that. Wait. It was!
”By Sashelas’ mighty trident, that’s so– AHH!” Eil let out an incredibly unattractive screech as he was unexpectedly grabbed by Ransom. Even if he’d tried to struggle, his strength was no match for someone who actually worked out and didn’t have fucked up lungs. His initial pathetic struggle stopped the moment he realised it was Ransom anyway. He was a bit winded as his feet hit the ground on the other side of the bar, crouching down to duck behind it. There was a distinct lack of jingling that would generally come with someone carrying around loads of coins as he landed.
But after a few deep breaths he was right as rain again, crouching down behind the bar in preparation for the next blow. Not that the bar would be enough to protect them from whatever happened, based on his generally lacked but vaguely existent knowledge of magic towers.
Wait, wait, why was he hiding?! Assuming the witch, wizard, or sorcerer who cast that globe of invulnerability was powerful, they were totally safe! For now, at least.
Not that Eil minded squatting in a much more cramped space with Ransom.
”Nuh uh, I told you so. That’s a globe of invulnerability! We’re safe.” Though the fact someone had to cast that spell in the first place meant he’d been completely off the mark about how they’d be totally fine and the arcane tower totally wasn’t going to blow them to smithereens. Ah well, Ransom didn’t need to know that.
It sure did reek of alcohol back here. Was this what behind a bar always smelt like? What kind of magic kept it from reaching the patrons? With a thoughtful hum, Eil’s gaze landed on the reason for the strong smell- spirit soaked Ransom. With the dish rags on top of it all, he looked ridiculous enough that Eil couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.
”Hehe- Lemme help you with that.” Without explaining what he was going to help with, Eil leant forward to help Ransom with his alcohol-covered clothes. It was something magic could easily fix after all.
But nothing was ever easy for him.
As he shuffled closer, he slipped on the very same alcohol which had made the floor slippery. In a move that looked flirtatious but was actually entirely down to his clumsiness, the hand that had been aiming for his arm landed heavily on Ransom’s thigh. Eil had practically flung himself at Ransom. Even if it hadn’t been his initial intention, he couldn’t help a little squeeze.
”Oops- just stay still!” Again with no explanation, Eil cast one of his most basic spells to clean off the alcohol on Ransom’s trousers… Well, about a third of them. He was basically using a magical trick, the kinda spell he’d been casting from the moment he could use magic- but the cleaning effect was very real! And handy.
As he looked up at Ransom with a grin, practically begging to be told how cool he was, it became incredibly obvious he wasn’t just feeling him up. His previously green eyes had taken on an unnatural appearance. The left eye had turned an eerie, pitch black. In contrast, his right eye glowed a softly silver white, like the moon in the night sky.
”Based on the colour of that globe, we’re probably safe for a while. By then hopefully everything will have stopped.” He bullshitted easily. Bullshitting about magic was his expertise- after all, he’d managed to lie his way into wizard school! Though he did know a lot about magic, but anyone else with similar knowledge would know it was stupid to try to figure out how strong a spell was based on its colour. He wasn’t worried about being called out, though, when Ransom clearly hadn’t even known what it was.
”I’m even more confident about that. We just need to wait it out… Thanks for trying to save me, by the way. It was very gallant.” Not that he’d needed saved. In fact, being hoisted over the counter had just made him winded in a non-sexy way. But a little white lie to butter the guy up further wouldn’t hurt.
