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I really need cutsey funny stuff right now, I say we do this :) Fraggin dump trucks.
@AcerRo Give him a day or two, then go.
Rebeca was in the middle of shouting down Mihkail in her head when the woman came back, and she swallowed. She really was pretty. Shaking her head, trying to ignore the mocking laughter, she put on a polite smile. It felt... unnatural. "Uh, sure, I guess. I don't really know my way around that well, but, if you wanted to join me that's fine. I was just heading out to get some stuff to wear. Mine kind of..." She hesitated, scratching at the back of her head. "got burned." Man, I really am shit at this, aren't I.
Yep.
Oh, shut up. Jabbing the Rhyhorn's side with her foot, she smiled again, then glanced towards the throng of girls blockading the door. "I think we may need to fight our way out though."
Your name.
What?
When a human gives you their name and asks for yours, it is usually considered polite to give yours.
Oh! Shit! "Uh, I'm Rebeca. Nice to meet you?" She winced inwardly, not meaning it to sound like a question.
You really are hopeless.
So help me, Mihkail, if you don't shut up I will put another crack in your skull.
@Salrynn
Yep.
Oh, shut up. Jabbing the Rhyhorn's side with her foot, she smiled again, then glanced towards the throng of girls blockading the door. "I think we may need to fight our way out though."
Your name.
What?
When a human gives you their name and asks for yours, it is usually considered polite to give yours.
Oh! Shit! "Uh, I'm Rebeca. Nice to meet you?" She winced inwardly, not meaning it to sound like a question.
You really are hopeless.
So help me, Mihkail, if you don't shut up I will put another crack in your skull.
@Salrynn
Swishing the water in her mouth, Christi spat back into the stream. Only minutes after she had left the cabin, it felt like the entire world had turned on its head. Literally. She didn't know what way was up or down, and within seconds she had tripped over her own feet. It took several more minutes before she could do more than lie there and vomit, Jack licking at her fingers and whimpering in concern. When whatever... it was had passed, seeking to put as much distance between herself and her former home. While her brother wasn't as good a tracker as her, he preferred to spend his time in town, he was good enough, and she had no doubt that he would get some of his "friends".
The thought nearly made her retch again, and she brushed the tears out of her eyes. He had been one of them, one of the boys who had hurt Tillie. She could hardly believe it. He had killed the only other friend she had had in the world. She'd been nice to her, and they'd...
She shook her head, driving the thoughts from her head. She couldn't go there, not yet. What she needed was to keep moving, and she knew at least one place where she could get some proper rest.
Rising, she winced, pressing her hand to her side, her shirt damp beneath her fingers. In her haste to escape, she'd forgotten that she'd still been holding her knife, and when her balance went out she'd nearly impaled herself. As it was, she was lucky that the cut hadn't been deeper. Normally she would take the time to clean and dress it, but as it was she didn't trust that Daniel wasn't right behind her. So, she whistled for Jack and kept moving.
The sun had just crossed its peak and started its descent towards the mountains when she passed the pair of crossed pines that indicated that she was getting close, and Jack suddenly stopped. Christi did the same, crouching into the undergrowth and peering in the direction the dog's nose was aimed. If there was one thing she could trust at least, it was the fact that his senses were sharper than hers. Somebody was nearby.
Placing her hand on the dog's collar, she pushed him down. "Lay down. Quiet. Good boy." Slowly, she started creeping forward, leaving behind her backpack and drawing one of her bolts. Her steps were noiseless as she slipped through the undergrowth, settling behind a large bush. Gently, she pushed aside one branch, and instantly sucked in a breath.
Sitting not far from the mine shaft that was her destination was a rough looking man in work clothes, a pistol holstered at his hip. She recognized him from the couple times that Daniel had let her come into to town with him, though she don't think that she had ever gotten his name. Daniel hadn't liked it when she had talked to people. Christi bit her lip. If he was here, and armed, then it probably meant that he was looking for her. Daniel must have gone into town and told the police. She groaned. Now she really was going to be strung up like Tillie. They hadn't done anything for her.
But... as small voice in her head whispered. But, she did know that the man in front of her didn't work for the Sherriff. In fact, he had been one of the few people in town who hadn't paid her any attention at all, as opposed to all the whispers that she knew went on behind her back. Which meant that there was a chance that he didn't outright hate her. And she really did need to take care of her cut. If there was a chance that she could convince him to leave her be...
Two sides warred in her brain, and she groaned. She couldn't just go up to him, it was too risky. What if he was with the police, and they were waiting to ambush her? Another option was needed. An idea came to her, and she turned around and crept back to where she had left Jack and her backpack. Pulling out her journal, she tore out a page and scribbled on it, then crept back to her bush and pushed it onto a branch, where it would be visible for someone who looked. Then she let out a low whistle, an up-down note that was just loud enough to hear, and retreated back to a safe distance, out of sight but close enough that she could watch.
@AcerRo
The thought nearly made her retch again, and she brushed the tears out of her eyes. He had been one of them, one of the boys who had hurt Tillie. She could hardly believe it. He had killed the only other friend she had had in the world. She'd been nice to her, and they'd...
She shook her head, driving the thoughts from her head. She couldn't go there, not yet. What she needed was to keep moving, and she knew at least one place where she could get some proper rest.
Rising, she winced, pressing her hand to her side, her shirt damp beneath her fingers. In her haste to escape, she'd forgotten that she'd still been holding her knife, and when her balance went out she'd nearly impaled herself. As it was, she was lucky that the cut hadn't been deeper. Normally she would take the time to clean and dress it, but as it was she didn't trust that Daniel wasn't right behind her. So, she whistled for Jack and kept moving.
The sun had just crossed its peak and started its descent towards the mountains when she passed the pair of crossed pines that indicated that she was getting close, and Jack suddenly stopped. Christi did the same, crouching into the undergrowth and peering in the direction the dog's nose was aimed. If there was one thing she could trust at least, it was the fact that his senses were sharper than hers. Somebody was nearby.
Placing her hand on the dog's collar, she pushed him down. "Lay down. Quiet. Good boy." Slowly, she started creeping forward, leaving behind her backpack and drawing one of her bolts. Her steps were noiseless as she slipped through the undergrowth, settling behind a large bush. Gently, she pushed aside one branch, and instantly sucked in a breath.
Sitting not far from the mine shaft that was her destination was a rough looking man in work clothes, a pistol holstered at his hip. She recognized him from the couple times that Daniel had let her come into to town with him, though she don't think that she had ever gotten his name. Daniel hadn't liked it when she had talked to people. Christi bit her lip. If he was here, and armed, then it probably meant that he was looking for her. Daniel must have gone into town and told the police. She groaned. Now she really was going to be strung up like Tillie. They hadn't done anything for her.
But... as small voice in her head whispered. But, she did know that the man in front of her didn't work for the Sherriff. In fact, he had been one of the few people in town who hadn't paid her any attention at all, as opposed to all the whispers that she knew went on behind her back. Which meant that there was a chance that he didn't outright hate her. And she really did need to take care of her cut. If there was a chance that she could convince him to leave her be...
Two sides warred in her brain, and she groaned. She couldn't just go up to him, it was too risky. What if he was with the police, and they were waiting to ambush her? Another option was needed. An idea came to her, and she turned around and crept back to where she had left Jack and her backpack. Pulling out her journal, she tore out a page and scribbled on it, then crept back to her bush and pushed it onto a branch, where it would be visible for someone who looked. Then she let out a low whistle, an up-down note that was just loud enough to hear, and retreated back to a safe distance, out of sight but close enough that she could watch.
@AcerRo
(reposting this, just so everyone else can have something proper to react to)
Warmth. Warmth, brightness, and a pain that was pulsating steadily throughout her body. That was the first set of sensations Adrienne became aware of as she was roused to conciousness. She groaned, or at least she would have if she still had the proper set of vocal cords.
Ugh... What the hell happened? Her memories were fuzzy, and the sand warming her belly scales was pleasantly distracting. I remember... I was at the parlour, finishing up with a client. Some dude who had wanted the exotic package. Then... a box? I was in a box? Ugh, I'm starving, can't think straight. She lifted her head, looking around. Her body felt... weird, not hers. Something was missing. He left, Alice came down, said there was a walk-in. A chick. She came down, and then... oh. Right. She let out an angry hiss. Of course her body felt weird, it wasn't even hers. No arms, no tits, no face, not even eyelids, which was really weird. Alright, steady Adrienne, worry about That later. So, dead bitch used magic, knocked me out, I woke up in a box as a full snake. She twisted around, looking over herself. Well, at least she kept my scale pattern. I think. Ugh, snake eyes are so weird. Okay, next thing. There was a lot of shaking, I was being moved somewhere. Ugh, what is that? Never mind. Where was I taken?
Casting about, she caught sight of a large object gleaming in the sunlight. Is that... a plane? Or at least what's left of one. Memory clicked into place. Wait... yeah. I remember a plane, I remember the engine shaking the box. Bleugh, just thinking about it is making me queasy. So...ugh, fuck that hurts... we crashed, I guess? Owww... this is why I hate flying... ugh... Okay, what the hell is wrong...with...me...oh. Shit.
Shrinking spells are tricky things. When done properly, like the one imprinted into Adrienne's bracelet, the change would happen at a controlled rate and involved a minimum of disorientation as the subject aclimated to their new size and perspective. When done poorly, it was usually both very painful, traumatizing, and nausiating. In both cases, if the spell was improperly dispelled (such as, for example, smashing the box which Adrienne's new shrink spell and the transformation spell were attached to), then the victim would rapidly expand to their original size. This is an extremely painful ordeal, and depending on the size differential and their constitution, could potentially kill the victim from the sheer amount of stress placed on their body. Which was never a pretty sight, as the body literally tore itself apart and exploded.
Fortunately, this is not what happenend to Adrienne. It was, however, excrutiating, and left her very, very, pissed.
Her scream of pain could be heard clear across the beach. As she expanded her torso, or at least what most humans would refer to as her torso, dug a furrow in the sand, while her thrashing tail threw up showers of grit. By the time the transformation was complete, Adrienne was easily the largest four-armed naga the island had ever seen since it had been born. Not to mention probably the only four-armed naga, or naga period, it had ever seen.
For a few seconds, Adrienne laid on her back, chest heaving as she panted, eyes screwed up in pain. Then, she screamed again. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!" Slowly, gingerly, she pushed herself up with her lower arms, clasping her head with her upper. "Dammit! I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch!" After a moment, she looked at herself, and a broad smile broke across her face. "Wait... Ha ha! I'm free! HA HA! SUCK IT, BITCH, YOUR SPELLWORK IS SHIT!" Immediately she interlaced both tiers of arms, stretched them out in front of her, and cracked her knuckles. "Ohhh, that feels sooo gooooood."
Planting all four hands in the sand, she began twisting around, cracking the vertebrae in her back. It was a bad habit, she knew, especially for a "masseuse", but fuck if she cared. As she made the second pass on her back, she caught sight of the other survivors, reminding her that she hadn't been the only on the plane. It also reminded her of how hungry she was.
For a moment, she stared at them, and they stared at her. Finally she scowled. "What?"
Warmth. Warmth, brightness, and a pain that was pulsating steadily throughout her body. That was the first set of sensations Adrienne became aware of as she was roused to conciousness. She groaned, or at least she would have if she still had the proper set of vocal cords.
Ugh... What the hell happened? Her memories were fuzzy, and the sand warming her belly scales was pleasantly distracting. I remember... I was at the parlour, finishing up with a client. Some dude who had wanted the exotic package. Then... a box? I was in a box? Ugh, I'm starving, can't think straight. She lifted her head, looking around. Her body felt... weird, not hers. Something was missing. He left, Alice came down, said there was a walk-in. A chick. She came down, and then... oh. Right. She let out an angry hiss. Of course her body felt weird, it wasn't even hers. No arms, no tits, no face, not even eyelids, which was really weird. Alright, steady Adrienne, worry about That later. So, dead bitch used magic, knocked me out, I woke up in a box as a full snake. She twisted around, looking over herself. Well, at least she kept my scale pattern. I think. Ugh, snake eyes are so weird. Okay, next thing. There was a lot of shaking, I was being moved somewhere. Ugh, what is that? Never mind. Where was I taken?
Casting about, she caught sight of a large object gleaming in the sunlight. Is that... a plane? Or at least what's left of one. Memory clicked into place. Wait... yeah. I remember a plane, I remember the engine shaking the box. Bleugh, just thinking about it is making me queasy. So...ugh, fuck that hurts... we crashed, I guess? Owww... this is why I hate flying... ugh... Okay, what the hell is wrong...with...me...oh. Shit.
Shrinking spells are tricky things. When done properly, like the one imprinted into Adrienne's bracelet, the change would happen at a controlled rate and involved a minimum of disorientation as the subject aclimated to their new size and perspective. When done poorly, it was usually both very painful, traumatizing, and nausiating. In both cases, if the spell was improperly dispelled (such as, for example, smashing the box which Adrienne's new shrink spell and the transformation spell were attached to), then the victim would rapidly expand to their original size. This is an extremely painful ordeal, and depending on the size differential and their constitution, could potentially kill the victim from the sheer amount of stress placed on their body. Which was never a pretty sight, as the body literally tore itself apart and exploded.
Fortunately, this is not what happenend to Adrienne. It was, however, excrutiating, and left her very, very, pissed.
Her scream of pain could be heard clear across the beach. As she expanded her torso, or at least what most humans would refer to as her torso, dug a furrow in the sand, while her thrashing tail threw up showers of grit. By the time the transformation was complete, Adrienne was easily the largest four-armed naga the island had ever seen since it had been born. Not to mention probably the only four-armed naga, or naga period, it had ever seen.
For a few seconds, Adrienne laid on her back, chest heaving as she panted, eyes screwed up in pain. Then, she screamed again. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!" Slowly, gingerly, she pushed herself up with her lower arms, clasping her head with her upper. "Dammit! I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch!" After a moment, she looked at herself, and a broad smile broke across her face. "Wait... Ha ha! I'm free! HA HA! SUCK IT, BITCH, YOUR SPELLWORK IS SHIT!" Immediately she interlaced both tiers of arms, stretched them out in front of her, and cracked her knuckles. "Ohhh, that feels sooo gooooood."
Planting all four hands in the sand, she began twisting around, cracking the vertebrae in her back. It was a bad habit, she knew, especially for a "masseuse", but fuck if she cared. As she made the second pass on her back, she caught sight of the other survivors, reminding her that she hadn't been the only on the plane. It also reminded her of how hungry she was.
For a moment, she stared at them, and they stared at her. Finally she scowled. "What?"
It's been a little hectic for me, settling into a new work schedule and trying to get a bunch of different story posts done. I'm going to try to have something up soon.@AcerRo
@The Harbinger of Ferocity I'll go back and adjust my post, so that she doesn't eat someone right off the bat. At her current size, that will make things more complicated than I feel like dealing with at the moment.
Okay, so how do we want to do the meet up?
In that case, I volunteer Sophia's house :)
I will also freely admit that I do this for entirely selfish reasons.
I will also freely admit that I do this for entirely selfish reasons.
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