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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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World Narrative

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Gronar, Location: Cenarius's Glade. Gronar's fast reaction managed to cut down the FelHounds not a moment too late. Before it had any time to drain much from the druid, the magical blade cut through the demon beast, freeing Malfurion from the danger of being drained of all his mana until he was but an empty husk. The young night elf fell to a knee, taking deep breaths before standing back up." Thank you, Gronar." He said, throwing a look at the demons, before using his magic to pull all the bodies under the ground just for good measure.

"That could have ended badly if you weren't here. I should have been more careful." The druid admitted, before looking around and then at the orc." Well I will see if I can get your sword back, in the meantime, one of Cenarius's helpers will bring you some food and something to drink." The druid said before giving Gronar a final words of thanks and headed out into the forest, back to where they came from.

It hadn't taken more than a couple of minutes before Gronar would be able to hear the sound of something moving in the forest and eventually see the distinct figure of a dryad looking at him from the edge of the glade before entering. She appeared young or at least young for her kind, no one could tell their actual age after all. As daugthers of cenarius they were extremely long lived if not immortal. She was carrying something in her hands, it was a big basket woven by wines and inside it there were wrapped in leaves peaces of cooked meat and what appeared to be a big wooden looking bottle. She placed the basket next to him then moved away, what seemed to be some safe distance as she studied him with great curiosity.

The wooden bottle was sealed, but once Gronar unseals it, he would be able to smell the distinct smell of fermented alcohol. It was a beavarage made from fermented fruit juice." It's tasty..." The dryad finally said as she pointed the bottle. She seemed both curious about him nad cautious." You... carry some taint... it's old and faint?" She asked.

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Heda Runeclaw

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Location: Red Flight Home Caverns - Chambers of Alexstrasza

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Heda went flying and hit the wall of the cavern, but didn't sustain much damage as she fell down on her legs, steeling herself. This thing was strong, but it's power came from it's unnatural constitution. She was pretty sure this was not a sustainable existance in the long run, but it appeared as if it could cause a lot of issues if left unchecked for the moment.

She watched as Fabios spun around, dodging the attack by hairs breath, it's claws touching barely his armor as he returned to strike at it's hand. The sword couldn't quite cut through it's entire arm, but it managed to cut down all the way to the bone, stopping at the bone. The following spell, hit the creature as it screamed in pain, pulling it's arms back as if to hide from the holy light. As a demon this spell was quite effective on it and the only way it could be more effective would have been if it was an undead.

Taking this opportunity, Heda spun into action as her body shifted. in movement, growing rapidly to her proper size along with ehr axe as she dashed at the beast." ODYN! " He voice echoed through the cavern as she swung her mighty axe. Suddenly the carved runes upon it came to life, brimming with energy as the axe seemed to as if call lightning. The glyph of Lightning was activated as she swung, sending a bolt at the creature.

The lightning aimed true as it crackled through the air, hitting the beast right in one of it's heads, charing a big portion of it's body in hte process. To the regular onlookers it would appear the creature was heavily damaged, but Heda now knew better." DON'T STOP ATTACKING, IT CAN REGENERATE!" She roared as she jumped at the beast, axe still crackling with electricity as she chopped at one of it's shoulders. The attack cut through it's flesh, shattering the bone underneath because her axe simply was more massive and carried enough momentum than a sword. She nearly cut off it's arm, but didn't quite get the job done, instead causing it to hang off a few muscles that were still connected.

The beast roared as it's body started to flame up, fire bursting all around it, powerful flames that were rapidly increasing in strenght. She couldn't quite believe this, it was pulling off the infernal traits despite not being an infernal, but she supposed it was part infernal... either that or this was a kind of immolation spell? She jumped back, instead." This thing is more problematic than actual demons..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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The last couple of days were a weird mix of calm time and nerves. Well mostly because the first 2 days Amelia had to deal with some bouts of paranoia as she regularly inspected the surroundings for stuff that could be dangerous or potential rogue walkers or something that had snuck in through some disasterous bad luck. She just couldn't shake off those things right away, but after the first few days by now she had mostly gotten used to the quarantine. As much as prison it was, it also provided security from the outside, maybe that was the thing that allowed her to accept it somewhat easier than initially she suspected she would.

First day of mild stomach problems and the irritation from her hair starting to grow aside, she was feeling better now. Maybe it was the slightly better sleep or the food. She couldn't tell, but she made sure to do her duty she was given now. While it wasn't ideal, since everyone had their own tasks they completed, she was naturally doing hers too. Weirdly enough she lucked out with the oddman's job. She was just filling in spots for Tati and Jack as for them to be able to take turns so one of them was always with Jamie. She wasn't complaining about this though, she wasn't shy of working. Instead she deligently did her job. Now with most being at the conference room, Amelia had taken to her more favorite past time, reading. She had pulled a book, sitting at a comfortable corner where she wouldn't be in anyone's way, reading quietly. When Panama called for playing cards, she only looked up for a moment before she returned down to her book.

Well at least she was reading quietly until she heard the commotion about the tv and she left her book reading as to look up and check what it was all about. Sure enough she connected what Wayne was saying with what she was seeing. A Martin Family home video... she eventually managed to recognize some faces in there. She was rather surprised the woman could sing. She threw a look at Ash, before looking back to her book, but she didn't start reading right awya, instead she closed it for a moment, listening to teh video. It was nice to hear the happy voices from teh video, even if some of those people weren't around anymore. After the first night and her realization as of how the apocalypse had molded her into something she didn't want to be, she had spend some time thinking about it all. She didn't know the woman well beyond a simple first time meeting, but now that Amelia had regained some of her normal calmer state of mind, she regretted not knowing her more. She also felt sad for the woman and Ash, since they couldn't meet up again. Listening to the video, she appeared happy there... Maybe they could have gotten along?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Trees, grass and more grass, this was the road and these were the surroundings. Constantin couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at it. While going ever forward in their search for Veta was a good thing, this monotonous hurried journey wasn't the best on the mood, especially through grounds that didn't catch his attention much. This was probably caused by the fact he lived as a part of the Circus, meaning they traveled a lot, seeing many different locations and places.

'When are we going to arrive?' He pondered as the pace was being kept steady. He threw yet another look at the beg containing the ferret not the brother and the German fairy man. Constantin was about to speak out, but his mouth just opened for a moment, no sounds coming out of it before it got closed again. He made a snap decision that interrupting Ludwig was probably not the best idea if they wanted any possible answers from him. He had proven well enough already that his attention was way to easy to pull away from whatever he was doing right now. The firewalker then sighed and returned his eyes on the road, then down at his horse. He threw a following look at Vlad and then pondered something for a moment.

"Bazhooli, vhat vould ve do if Veta's not at the greens?" He finally asked out a slight concern that was on his mind. This was the least negative of all questions he had in his mind." Ve knov this vas probably her destination, but ve took a ship here... she didn't have a ship. So ve've may have arrived vay ahead of her."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6?
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This dinner was turning out to be some peachy fine time. Around Rave other stuff were happening, the host was displeased by the people with masks on yet, but none of htat was in her mind as she was holding onto her leg as if her life depended on it. The pain was strong, thus she had yelled, but after a while she gritted her teeth, noting people were asking if she was alright. Many a thought ran through her mind before hse pushed herself slightly back with the chair using her other leg." I'm NOT okey..." She replied finally through gritted teeth, trying to figure out what to do. Her eyes were locked onto the knife sticking out of her leg." I hit the knife of the edge of the table by mistake and it fell... on my leg." She managed to explain.

Inside her pocket, the poor old ferret that was not having a good time either, having his owner move as she was. It was now also moving about in the coat pocket, she couldn't quite pay it any attention though." I... what..." She mumbled, looking at the knife, then at the people around." What do I do? Do I pull it out!? Anyone?" She asked, panicking as she continued to throw looks about. This was not how she wanted this to go... How the hell did that knife fly up and hten directly into her tight? Also why were these knives so damn sharp apparently!? She should have been more careful... Her hand was shackily reaching for hte handle by some blind instinct to pull it out, but she didn't know if she should do it in the end, so she returned to holding onto the leg.

Complicating hte matter further, her ferret finally poked his head out of hte pocket, clearly irritated from being pushed around inside it's cloth confinement till now. It then started climbing up her side until it was on her shoulder, sinking it's little claws into her clothing and poking at her non the less as if having a knife in her leg wasn't enough. She looked at it." You are enjoying this, aren't you..." She mumbled, watching the ferret that was simply now staring at her with it's beady ferret eyes. She just hoped it didn't cause some trouble now that it went out of her coat pocket.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Benha(Just Outside Rose Garden/Perfume Dealers)
Skills: Focus

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The bees... the buzzing and the stinging. This was all she could think about as she was running away from the Rose gardens and hoping the buzzing will stop.' Dammit make it stop already...' She cursed in her mind through all the buzzing and pain. Hell she was having troubles hearing her own thoughts right now, but she just knew her hatred for these bugs was burning at untold degree right now. If she could, she would turn them all to cinders along with any hive she finds... Alternatively she could eat the bees... yes. No.

She ran, when suddenly she heard something or rather she didn't hear something. The buzzing was leaving her, but she didn't stop moving right away, she continued to move further and further away until one moment she just realized... The buzzing was gone so was the constant feeling of being stung or at least new stingings." It's quiet... Finally!" The bees put her through hell and it was showing. Her skin was swelling from the ordeal, she was hurting, it was hard to think now even with the bees gone. She steeled herself as she continued to move though. Focused her mind on a task of utmost importance... she needed help. People were keeping away from her, but she needed help. A doctor... a healer... a kind samaritan, anything and anyone... she just needed help about this.

Her mind was drawing blank right now though, she couldn't think of any place where she could go and get help, nor was she seeing anything that was going to work either. She was starting to feel uncomfortable in her own body with this swelling she was experiencing. She was never stung so much before, usually it would be a bee or two at most, this was a nightmare..." Help... need a doctor..." She said out as she walked in search for help.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room ->Bedroom 2)
Skills: N/A

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Amelia was really glad that Froggy was here now. She was a little bit nervous when Riley went for a hug when Froggy was also hugging his Newnan Family consisting of Tati, Jack and now Jamie. Luckily nothing bad happened, she a lil bit was woried of Tati's reaciton, but she didn't do anything, though eventually the Russian woman acted a little bit childishly to Ash when Froggy defended her. Yeah maybe there were some of the old Tati there? Anyways Amelia blushed a little when Riley returned to her and gave her a kiss. She nodded at her lover and then looked at Froggy, waiting until they crossed eyes and gave him a welcoming smile. She and him got along well back in Newnan. Hopefully they can once more, but it appeared there wasn't even going to be time for htem to talk as they were told the general was arriving.

The man whom they called General, was not what Amelia expected actually. Maybe she was just a tad bit naive and had watched too many movies, but she expected uniform, medals, hat, optional black glasses and moustache. The old man was nothing like what his nickname suggested, but he held the respect of those people or they wouldn't call him that right?

He then proceeded to give out a speech, maybe it was a welcoming speech, Amelia couldn't be quite sure. It sounded to her vaguely as one. Though he seemed ot have been the father of the Gunny person and grand father of Thana. He was different from the rest of his family. At least at first impression. She didn't speak out while he was there, she just listened. Gave a little bit of a thankful nod when he bid them goodnight though.

Finally they were told to get moving after grabbign their bags. The worst moment had arrived. Riley couldn't help it as she went to grab her bag, she placed the book from where she took it. Then with her bag she joined the people heading for hte rooms. She moved to Froggy." Glad to see you again. Let's talk more tomorrow, okey?" She said with happy voice to him. He was probably the one she could most easily get along with aside the singer. Time was short though so she moved along and walked to Riley before htey reached the rooms. Gave her a quick hug." We... will be fine. Let's get some rest... okey?" She said to Riley, trying to keep some optimism and make sure Riley would be feeling better about this too. Only then did she hop back to her room and entered it before the door got locked. She was rooming with Beatrice and Erica, but Amelia wasn't sure what to do now.

Inside the room she found out that the room only had two beds. She wasn't sleeping in a bed with someone else and suspeted they wouldn't either. She especially wasn't sure how to act with Beatrice, sure they were in Newnan together, but she never was sure how to act with that woman. Now there was also a completely new person. Amelia by habit reached to play with her hair since she was nervous, but realized she didn't have hair now... This brought her back to reality as she took a deep breath and walked, picking up a blanket and a pillow. Amelia didn't want to fight with people over the beds. Thus she just placed the blanket and pillow on the big chair before she pulled the clothes from the bag and changed into them. There wasn't much use of being shy about it, cause well they bathed together... Once that was done, she placed the gown into the bag and tied it up, before sitting down in the big chair and wrapped herself in the blanket. She didn't speak out, she just turned to one side, and closed her eyes. She was tired... Hopefully she would fall asleep fast and that way the night would pass in a moment, allowing her to reunited with Riley in the morning. She will also get to talk with Froggy. Maybe... practice some french or talk books... yeah. With those thoughts in her mind, the stress and fatigue finally caught up to her as she was drifting off to sleep. She wasn't going to move from this spot unless something happened.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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They were moving with speed of the trained horses ever forward. Being on the road had made his mood a lot better overall, knowing he was hopefully getting closer to Veta and to confirm her safety... or demise. No the second option was not going to happen. It couldn't happen, she had to be alive and well. He sighed inwardly as the grim possibility had managed to worm it's way into his mind despite his rejection to accept it. Still the very fact he feared it, made it quite a big issue, because... what would htey do if something really had happened to Veta?

Suddenly his attention was pulled away from his dark thoughts, luckily for him, as Ludwig seemed to have lost attention or something and forgotten what he was researching about. Admittedly Constantin suspected it might be his fault for posing aditional questions like hte origin of the soulless on the German man. The firewalker took a breath to calm down and started to reply." You vere searching for a big many headed flying tentacly thing that can create ice and mist supposedly. It was what attacked as un London by lake. Seemed really dangerous, though no idea vhere it cravled out of." The firewalker quickly reminded Ludwig, wondering if he and Dieter were comfortable enough in that bag, he couldn't imagine being in some cloth bag while a horse was carrying him. Didn't seem like the best of way to travel, well to him at least.

"You and Dieter hanging alright in that bag? It's not too bumpy ride I hope?" He asked, making sure to keep the road and pay attention to the state of hte horse.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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World Narrative

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Gronar, Location: Cenarius's Glade. Fight across the glade was raging at full fervor. Cenarius was mighty and a single strike from him would squash a Felhound like a bug, but some more were just rushing into the glade aiming for him. Heck he stuck one so strongly and tossed it into the air that the fel creature flew over even the tallest trees, vanishing from view. Malfurion himself was strugglign with the creatures since they were trying to drain his magic and he had to fend off the tendrils that were shooting out at him all the time. Still his mastery of the forest's path proved effective as the roots of these mighty trees tangled even the most energetic of Felhounds, eventually dragging their prey under the earth, suffocating nad crushing the demon beasts as they went.

Finally the battle was over with as the last felhound was crushed under the demigod's mighty hooves well the last at least for now. There was somethign unsettling about this whole thing. Finally teh night elf and Cenarius realized the missing human." What?!" The demigod's mighty voice roared across the forest as he couldn't quite blieve the human actually had vanished and he couldn't even track him! What manner of power could do this at his own domain no less! The arrogance! His anger was shortlived though as his head turned around and looked into the forest." There are more... other such creatures roaming my domain! I will go deal with them, the two of you, do what you seem fit. I will find you after that." Cenarius said as he vanished into the forest.

"Well..." Malfurion started, observing hte once sacred glade, now covered in the dead fel beasts. He could feel the very earth scream underneath as even in death the creatures were corrupting the very life around them. He still couldn't believe such vile thigns could exist in this world or rather they were probably not from this world? Then he felt it, something had happened. The source of the dominance of hte night elves, the link that he felt with the Well of Eternity had suddenly stopped. He as a follower of druidism wasn't really affected that much from it, but it still felt weird." Something bad happened..." He mumbled and threw a look at Gronar." You said these demons try to invade worlds?" He vaguely asked Gronar for confirmation, but deep inside he knew that it had began... something horrible had began.

"Gronar, I know I promised to help bring you to safety away from the night elves, but I must return to Suramar now." Malfurion said." I have to talk with Lord Ravencrest and try to help him see reason. I fear that this invasion has began and I need to make him do something about it. Queen Azshara must be on it otherwise this cannot happen withotu her knowledge. You could stay here, the soldiers will not find this place. Maybe Cenarius can help you return to your home after he returns from huting hte rest of hte demons." Malfurion explained, but just as he did so, he felt something odd. There was a felhound still alive among hte killed one. One of it's tendrils had sneakily shot at him and pierced his leg, starting to drain his magic to recover itself.

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Heda Runeclaw

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Location: Red Flight Home Caverns - Chambers of Alexstrasza

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Heda had managed to pull Fabios to her location with a little bit of help from the dragons, but the incident had caused a massive demonic incursion within their very home so they had went to curbstomp the rest of hte demons that had invaded this place. It was apparent this was not how things should have happened, but htere wasn't much to be done about it. Heda was instead left here to try to deal with this demon, so she decided she might as well drag the paladin for aid because this wasn't quite something she had seen before. This demonic creature... was a grotesque merging of at least 4 other creatures. 3 demons and a warlock... She hadn't witnessed such event's before.

"Look out for it's attacks." Heda warned Fabios." I tried whacking it with full strenght, but it only got pushed down for a little bit and it is able to use magic." She explained the danger as the creature's form suddenly rippled. Then a limb sprouted out of it's stomach and the limb shot out fire at the paladin, it was a fireball like spell that flew at him. The spell trajectory was wrong through and instead it passed just by him. Still it left a few scorched marcks across his armor as the limb had vanished and the demon instead swung it's arm at the paladin. The creature now was big, while not as big as Heda's true form, it was well about over 3 meters tall and the arm was like a combination of a human arm, but covered in thick red scales and rocks with big claws.

Heda tried to intercept him, but it swung it's arm at her, she barely blocking in time as the swipe send her into the air, all the way to the wall of the cavern nearby, then it returned to it's original trajectory towards Fabios, who would be able to counter attack first.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
Skills: Perception
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Sure enough as they had arranged around the table, food appeared in equally grand manner as all the rest of things in this manor. Rave watched silently with a small smile as women came into the room to start moving the dishes to the dining table. She hadn't seen such variety before and all the dishes smelled quite delicious, making her water moist with saliva. She was hungry, quite hungry by now and barely could hold herself from direclty starting her meal. Within moments later wine was being offered too. She could drink a glass." No, I will drink wine too." She replied to Jasper with calm voice when he asked who was going to get something harder to drink. She didn't need anything too strong, wine was good and it warmed the body well enough.

To her surprise though, there was someone else who had joined them. It was a woman, a pale woman. They lowered the light strenght in the room for some reason. Maybe she just didn't like the bright light? Rave didn't know, but she certainly was curious about this woman. The woman greeted them, so Rave hurried to do a quick bow with her head in greeting in return." Good evening, Milady." Prima Rave said with polite voice.

Rave slightly was startled when the Lord burst out about those who still held their masks. Still she had expected something like this to happen. At the end of the day all of them were just uninvited guests here. As if the host would be fine with uninvited masked people about his home. She knew she wouldn't be, it was only natural after all.

She also used this chance to take a closer look to the woman now that she had joined them at the table. She recalled seeing someone earlier when they were arriving at hte manor. Back then they were too far away so she couldn't see details, but she pondered if it was possible this woman was the one she saw? Still in the twilight of the weakened lights, her attention got drawn out to a candle. Her attention seemed to swing over to it for a reason unclear to her as her eyes observed the fire. Turned out focusing on a fire source in a dimly lit room wasn't the best of things to do as her eyes started to water up, as she started seeing spots.

In her briefly blinded out state, she moved her hand, hitting the knife in front of her that had gotten slightly pulled to the edge of hte table. From there as her hands hit it downwards on the handle that was sticking out of hte table, causing the knife to fly up in an impressive inintended display! Still blinded out, she missed it happening aside the simple fact she had sensed she hit something, but why wasn't she hearing anything fall on the ground. Her answer arrived with a stabbing sensation as the knife fell right on her tight, piercing about an inch into her flesh." AHhhhhhhGH!" She couldn't help but let out a painful scream as her hands shot to her leg in instinctive reaction to hold it. Seems she ended up stabbing herself in the leg too.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Benha(Rose Gardens)->Out of the gardens
Skills: Athletics

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Well there she was almost at the gate. The buzzing was filling her head, it was quite hard to hear anything else beside it, given the amount of bees that were surrounding her. How and why the hell were so many bees... why!? Was this some sort of divine comedy? was someone out there having a laugh at her? This just seemed so absurd especially with all the flowers in the gardens for all these bees to be gunning for her, were the perfumes this strong on her right now that they prefered her over the flowers? Rather was it possible the perfume bloke actually made this happen? Didn't seem possible, considering she chose the notes, but still...

"Out!" She managed to gasp as she finally ran outside the gardens, hoping for some respite, but no... it was not meant to be it seemed. The bees were not decreasing at least seh couldn't spot the difference as she continued to run, feeling them stinging her and buzzing around her as a cloud of flying pests which they were. She currently wished for all these things to die a very gruesome death. Were cooked bees deliscious? She didn't care, she'd eat the hell out of them right now if the roles were reversed. Her vendetta on the bees had started now and it was a hatred to last a lifetime... She hoped it would be a long lifetime though. After a few more moments it was clear, there was no salvation yet. The bees were around her to stay and her struggle was going to continue yet!

She growled, trying to protect herself from the stinging as much as she could... in vain." HOLY GOLDEN CHICKEN OF RA, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY, DAMN THINGS!"