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Who Believes In Fairytales?

Chupacabra

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Mothman

^{Location: Outside Nevermore Central Park #7}

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"Don't you give me that frickin' look," Dani, the Chupacabra, shouted with a snort, "I been gettin' plenty of looks today and I don't need no look from you." Shaking her head, Dani leaned heavily back against her taco truck-- that's right HER taco truck. Dani continued the rant, which had been interrupted by her insistence that Mothman not give her that look, by saying, "A lot of people don't get it-- I ain't the one who does stuff, man." She shook her head and gestured to Mothman with her 40oz of cheap beer, "concealed" with a brown paper bag, before telling him, "I bet some shit's happened cause folks been givin' me looks all day-- 'ey man, who spreadin' rumors?" Mothman stared at Dani with concern. He was crouched atop a mailbox, watching Dani guzzle down beer, and had been for around a half hour already. In a placating manner, Mothman gestured toward Dani with both his hands, trying to remind her to calm herself, but she snorted at him then looked away.

"You say that Mothy," replied Dani as if he'd said anything, "But last time I got all these looks was when that shit happened-- You remember? They was all over me like I was like the frickin', like, I dunno, the frickin' Chupacabra or somethin'... Shut up," Dani snapped that last bit. Mothman had began laughing at her latter comment without missing a beat. "Figure of speech, man," Dani scoffed but, she couldn't stifle a slight chuckle. How else was she supposed to describe other Tales' behavior toward her whenever a body turned up?

"Honestly, they always have the wrong person, especially when they had the wrong frickin' person-- which has been a hundred percent of the frickin' time-- Mothy, look man," Dani told Mothman before taking a long gulp of her beer, "I was stressed today-- you see what this is?" She gestured to her liquor then told Mothman, "It's stress relief and okay, I know. I know. You gonna gimmie that look but man-- man I. I needed it." Dani sucked her teeth then began angrily, "Shit! I was about to lose my frickin' mind on that cabrón that claimed he got a frickin' chicken taco when he ordered a beef taco-- I mean-- How can he even tell the difference? It's all ground meat? All frickin--"
Mothman held a finger to his lips and gestured for Dani to lower her voice.
"--I ain't yellin'," Dani yelled in response.
Mothman pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You act like anybody care 'round here look--" Dani slid off of the back bumper of her taco truck, then gestured toward the Nevermore Central Park. "Look look look," she insisted, pointing as she named incidents, "Some hobo's crappin' in a bag, that dog's eatin' a frickin' styrofoam cup, them two hobo's is fightin' over a bench, and what else--" Dani whipped around "--Don' nobody care if I yell out that I frickin' murdered a dude in the last week or if I reach up my frickin' ass and pull out a pot of gold-- Moths, I can yell all I want. They just want some food." With a deep sigh, Dani settled back onto her taco truck bumper, repeating more somberly, "They just want some food, man."

Silence settled between the two. Dani could see Mothman, giving her a pitying expression, out of the corner of her eye, so she turned her head toward the park. Sometimes she really liked the attention he gave her but, it was times like these, that Dani wished he would just flutter off somewhere. Yes, she was drinking. Yes, she wasn't supposed to. Whatever. It didn't matter and she was in control now-- Dani knew that she only needed a little bit. Mothman's pity and his fear for her needed go away at the moment, but then again...

Dani looked over her shoulder toward Mothman. His arms were above his head and he was stretching, a slight yawn coming out of him-- oh, that's right. Dani perked up, "You wan'a breakfast shake?" Tilting his head to the side, Mothman looked off at nothing in particular as he considered her offer. Quietly he nodded, a smile on his face. "Right then," Dani set her beer down on the bumper, as she fished around her apron pockets for keys. Eventually she opened up her food truck. "I'll getcha somethin' in a bit-- it's gettin' close to your gym time ain't it?" Dani asked the question without waiting for an answer-- she knew his schedule well enough. As she stepped within the truck, she called out, "I'll make the one with the extra stuff so you can bench press my frickin' hopes n' dreams, man!" While Chupacabra disappeared within the truck, Mothman remained crouched atop the mailbox. While he waited, he decided to begin his workout with something simple-- a few handstand push-ups to pass the time.

The Forgotten Heroes

Osana

^{Location: Underground Path - Dungeons - Waterway}

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As the path went on, Osana decided now was the time to ask for a bit of mending. She reached to her waist and tugged at a steel chain, then felt her way to the gourd attached to it. Quickly stashing her dagger away at her hip, Osana took the gourd into one hand, while holding her lantern in the other, then halted where she stood. There was no telling what lurked within the darkness before her but, Osana felt as safe here as she felt anywhere-- that was to say, not safe at all. When she closed her eyes, she wondered what it was like to truly feel safe and if she ever had in her lifetime. Taking a deep breath in, Osana exhaled gently and blew the thought away-- the fire of a candle out.

Behind the cages stood spectral forms in the form of pale green mist. All of their shapes varied. Several were already fully shapeless, having died long ago and forgotten their forms, yet still they were trapped within their cells. Osana looked to these spirits and saw gold-- rootlike in it's form-- snaking through the spectral energies which represented the departed. Hands gripped at the cages, the more recently departed still somewhat human shaped, and they tried to scream for guards, though their words turned into language Osana couldn't understand, she could feel the message. All of them, corrupted and pained even in death, they had no escape from this world though they had passed long ago.

What stood out the most about these lingering spirits was their apparent need to remain in their cages. They were all trying to summon the guards against her-- as if she were an enemy to them, prisoners in their cages. Another deep inhale and exhale while Osana focused her attention inward. Slowly she kneeled, letting her energy course through the physical plane to secure herself firmly in the spiritual. As she continued her meditative breathing, the voices faded away, replaced slowly by the gentle whispers of the gods. Slowly she raised her gourd to her lips, then removed the cork-stopper.

A heavy metallic and musky scent filled her nostrils as the gourd was opened-- the scent of Aether. Osana opened her eyes and looked into the gourd-- both in the physical and spiritual planes-- before closing her eyes once more to whisper. Osana's lips did not move in the physical realm but, her spirit whispered into the gourd, driven to focus by the gods. They had read Osana's will before she started this process and deemed her fit for the blessing. She could feel the gourd's weight slowly increase as it became filled with whispers, the aether within becoming physical as it was blessed into being. Once full, Osana began pouring the contents over her injured leg, wincing as her wounded flesh became coated in the substance.

Osana re-corked the gourd, placed her gaze high, then stood. She didn't want to watch the healing process take place-- it always made her feel sick. Around her, the world wavered slightly, as if viewed through water. Shaking her head, Osana tried to focus on the ground, it's feeling beneath herself, the weight of her body, her breathing-- all things in the physical world. Why had staying within herself become such a struggle recently? While Osana knew the question likely had no answer, she couldn't help but wonder why reality was becoming less real to her than the other realms. A chill crept up her spine, forcing her gaze to the side.

Through a golden barred cage she stared. A rusted door was beyond this cage, very plain compared to the gilded nature of everything else in this hall. She looked down to the water rushing around her feet then, taking a moment to note the direction of flow. Part of Osana had expected to be traveling toward the door but, it still surprised her a little to see that it was. Curious, Osana observed the cage bars for a moment. How had she completely missed the oddly bent bars on the path behind her? Perhaps it was her pain and focus on walking that had distracted her. Either way, Osana retraced her steps slightly to get to the opening.

The bars looked as if something had been placed between them in order to pry them apart. Whatever it was had been powerful enough to bend three bars on each side of the opening. She placed her fingertips against the cold metal, where the thin layer of gold had peeled away to expose hearty looking iron, and wondered what was strong enough to force the bars apart in this manner. Cautiously, Osana stepped through the opening that was more than wide enough to let her in, then turned and looked at the bars once more. Their bend was forced outward slightly-- away from her-- as if something broke through the cage and away from the door behind her. Osana set her jaw at the potential implications but, she turned and walked toward the door anyway.

The Forgotten Heroes

I'll be posting my thing later tonight. Timing is a little wonky lol.

Who Believes In Fairytales?

*Punches timecard.*
Writing begins.
I'm here. Around.

The Forgotten Heroes

Alrightm I'll do be same. Then the dying horribly comes! Yaaay!

The Forgotten Heroes

Yes! Exactly that!

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