I'm not feeling too hot right now and I have to get up early tomorrow so I think I'll skip posting for now and see if I feel better in the morning and get up a post then. My school's final assembly is tomorrow and the choir's singing in it so I'm trying to get this cold to go away :')
Night night friends.
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"Sushi!?"
Martini huffed at the gnarled tree. And to think it had the audacity to call them rude! What a hypocrite. She floated over to Leila as the group moved on, giving the girl a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
"Don't you worry about that ancient piece of wood, darling. Trees are known for being cranky after all, much like our very own grouchy bunny over there-"
"I heard that, Martini."
"Heehee, whoops~"
Rain had never bothered the mermaid much, but the sudden downpour was very much unwelcome. The leaf litter underfoot quickly became slippery, and the sudden decrease in visibilty had Martini worrying about floating too close to a branch and popping her bubble as she prodded at a branch that had gotten a little too close with her newly returned trident. The trees were doing a poor job of keeping out the rain, perhaps due to the fact that the news about their little group had already spread through the forest.
"Song, have you heard of the Midnight Man?"
Brandy carefully tread over a jumble of vines, following behind Harper who was slashing away a path towards the mansion in the distance. The bunny's hair and ears were plastered to his head while his robes had been soaked almost immediately after the rain started.
He extended a hand to help the item-hunter over a particularly slippery log, trying to remember exactly where he had heard of this witch hunter that the tree had mentioned.
Songbird tripped over his own feet just as he was about to climb over the log and he clung on to the hand Brandy had so graciously offered, cursing the rain, the grouchy tree, the humans and well... Practically everything. "Why can't they let- Huh?" The item hunter tipped his hat up with his free hand as they resumed walking. Water poured down in a stream. So that's why his head was so heavy...
If Brandy didn't seem so serious Song would have chosen this moment to giggle at how flat the bunny looked, but he chose to answer the question instead. "It's like old mosspants over there said, I think the Midnight Man was a hunter. A witch hunter, specifically. I've never met him though," He replied before wiping water off his cheek. "He disappeared long before I was created, I think?"
However, Songbird was distracted when the humans chose to go inside the mansion without so much as peering through the windows to see if something was inside. Dangers lurked in the shadows and the lot of them were like "wow a mansion, okay let's waltz in" after Lesley opened the doors. He felt the blood rush to his head and gripped Brandy's hand even tighter as if to restrain himself from throwing a fit.
Brandy gave Song's hand a reassuring squeeze before entering after a suspiciously giggly Martini who was mumbling something about ships and emanating heart shaped bubbles. Once they were inside, the rabbit let go of the white-haired nobody's hand to attempt to wring out his hair and clothes to the best of his abilities in a corner.
Martini, meanwhile, had floated over to observe the glowing jars that Lesley had found.
"I've never seen crawlies like these," she peered through the glass at the bugs, before lifting another one off the shelf and smiling in delight when it lit up with a soft pink glow. She twirled around, less creeped out by the murky surroundings now that she had someone else to focus her attention on.
Coming face to face with the tall white-haired hummon, she all but shoved the jar in her face.
"Look! Aren't they pretty? Do you think they'd look good on a dress?"
While Songbird busied himself with shaking the living spirit out of the poor bugs in his newly-acquired glow jar, Avian had walked up to the foot of the stairs. This mansion... It felt wrong for some reason, and when a place feels wrong for a soldier that's usually because something is wrong.
"Let's split up and scour the rooms. You can go alone or with a partner of your choice. Check for supplies and most importantly clues. Who knows, we may find a map leading to the Stone if we search hard enough," The royal dragon caught everyone's attention with his authoritative tone. Soon, Avian had equipped everyone with a glow jar and the bugs shone brightly enough to function as a source of light should the flashlights they all brought along stop working.
He waited patiently in case a human came up to ask him a question or ask for him to be company.
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Theatrical Hall
“Not this again!”
Again? Were horse derrieres a common obstacle to leaving a room in this school?
Aria stared, half in amusement and half in confusion at the rather strange and sudden appearance of the horse, or the rear end of one anyways, in the doorway. Their guide was used to this however, and shouted for the rather fancy looking girl on top of the beast to move so that their little group might leave the room.
Another voice outside answered in turn, and Aria peeked out on tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the other guide who had taken part of the group to see the statues and Marcus standing there. Where had the rest of the group gone? Hopefully they hadn’t ended up destroying any pieces of art already- then again it was the Pride, so anything was possible.
Lute looked rather disturbed by this sudden turn of events and backed away while Trixie had bravely ventured forward to give the horse’s rump a nice pat, which luckily the horse didn’t seem to mind too much. A kick from it would certainly have hurt.
She started when the posh looking girl turned in her saddle, shooting a glare to their guide before looking back and hopping off the horse to address the other man.
“Ouch,” The illusionist winced as the Student Council President proceeded to slap around her brother, sounds of slaps various other painful noises floating back into the prop room.
The horse had turned back as well to investigate the slap on its rear, staring down the tiny prankster before proceeding to give her a thorough slobbering. Aria giggled, edging closer to the mustachioed horse and giving Trixie a pat on the head before offering a palm to the horse.
“I think he likes you,” She winked down at the smaller girl.
Pfft, Trixie :'D This was all I could think when I read your post OTL
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Theatrical Hall
“Pffft.”
Aria bit back a laugh, plucking the various pieces of costume from Lucien’s face before he had the chance to trip over any boxes. “Looks like your nefarious deeds fell through this time, Dark Wight Knight,” She combined Lucien and Lute’s names, pausing when she realized it made a nice oxymoron. “Looks like you’ll just have to try harder next time.”
She felt a small push to her hat as she untied it from her head, turning back to see Lute looking at the hat in disappointment. She studied the very realistic looking glass of juice, running a finger over the lemon slice and marveling at the details before putting it back on the shelf. It even had bubbles inside the drink! Whoever made this must have been really meticulous.
“I'm rather curious as to what play this hat was used in, but I'm sure whoever wore this hat must have been in the limelight,” she grinned, “even if it doesn’t serve as a refreshing drink.” She nudged the pouty looking Lute with a wink as they grouped up behind Keeva, waiting to go to the sound booth. Perhaps it would be like the sound booth they saw in Los Paraisos- or would it be completely different?
The room was back to its original pristine condition, with costumes and items put where they should be, with only poor Fuwafuwa having been relocated onto the evil shelfinator 5000 showing any signs of the group having been there.
"Shall we go then?" She bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly, not wanting to miss the performances.
Cock-a-doodle-doo mothercluckers
Posted /o;/ Sorry for taking so long whoops /o\
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts
Aria giggled to herself as she watched Lute and Trixie prance around now complete with heroic background music, thoroughly enjoying themselves with the various props lying around the room. She herself had picked up a rather silly looking hat that was now perched precariously on her head.
What about the rest of you? Have you guys seen plays before?
“There’s a festival in my hometown where people put on plays for prizes, so I’ve seen a few.” She answered, fondly recalling the last festival she’d been to, which had been unfortunately cut short by a stray firework setting the stage on fire during what seemed to be a drunken rendition of ‘the Tortoise and the Hare’. “Nothing as grand and professional as yours must be, I’m sure.”
Spotting a piece of sparkly purple fabric, Aria grinned and bent down to hand it to Trixie.
“Your loyal minion seemed to be in need of a cape, miss superhero.” She winked before straightening up, nearly hitting a hanging rack of cut out stars with her hat in the process.
“Do you think we’ll get to see the orchestra perform as well?” She inquired after Lute, looking to their guide. Unlike plays, she had never had the chance to go to an orchestral performance before. “Perhaps we should start heading out too,” she stated rather disappointedly after checking the clock on the wall. “It’s been a while since we’ve came in here.” It was shame they couldn’t stay in here all day playing with the props, but at the same time she was rather excited to see what kind of show the students had prepared for the Exhibition.
Forgot to call my post sorry OTL Hope I didn't cut you off, John /o;/
Brandy’s ears twitched as a soft humming echoed the song that the humans had been singing, a creepy tune that made a shiver run down his spine as he looked around, only to realize the sound was emanating from Leila. She was one of the humans that he didn’t mind too much- rather quiet and calm, and much less screechy and easily panicked as most of the others were. Still, humans were humans, he supposed. The only ones who could bother singing creepy songs in the dark woods where creatures that could kill them all with a swipe lurked unseen.
Meanwhile, Martini had returned to clinging to Lesley, her only form of defense having been taken to mark trees with. Perhaps it had been a bad idea for her to come along after all- What was she going to when they finally faced the witches? Blow bubbles at them?
One of the trees that Ace marked had let out a rather angry sounding creak, and the mermaid only meeped and shrank back further. Perhaps they should have listened to Brandy and Song and left the trees alone after all. Brandy certainly seemed to think so, letting out a drawn out sigh as Ace scratched lines on more trees.
“If the trees start attacking, darling, you’re going to have to fight for us both,” Martini whispered nervously.
As the group continued on, it became rather obvious to the guides that something was going on. Brandy felt various taps on his shoulders only to turn around to face nothing but the usual gnarled trees, while Marti could swear that something was trying to pop her bubble that she was floating on.
"Um, rabbit? Do you happen to know how long this walk will be, till we reach something other than trees?"
“At this rate, we’ll be walking forever.” Brandy sighed, frowning up at the trees. “Maybe you should stop marking them, you’re only making the trees angry and less willing to let us out. Perhaps an apology is in order as well, girl.”
A loud shriek pierced the air, causing both Brandy and Martini to jump as Jasper shot past, only to run headfirst into a tangle of vines and spiderwebs. Luckily Inadi came to her rescue which seemed to tick off a certain pink haired human who had to be held back by Martini while Brandy moved over to Songbird, a worried frown marring his face.
“I don’t suppose you’ll know a path around all of this, Song?” He eyes the thickening brambles and vines in their path. It would be all too easy for someone to get tangled up and become easy prey. “Could we possibly ask the trees for help? Not that they’d be very willing after…” He gave a disgruntled glance towards Ace.
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