Ruji returns and, after a moment looking at Ryo, flies off in pursuit of Tamrin. He hovers just in front of Tam, a picture of Ryo with a speech bubble saying "It was a joke" floating above his wings.
"Moaw."
I really should give Ruji jis own alias, but I can't find any good cat avatar pics...
Ruji returns and, after a moment looking at Ryo, flies off in pursuit of Tamrin. He hovers just in front of Tam, a picture of Ryo with a speech bubble saying "It was a joke" floating above his wings.
"Moaw."
Tam arches an eyebrow, then shakes his head.
"I didn't walk off because of Ryo, or any joke by him, I promise," he says to Ruji. "I'm just taking a little 'sanity walk' - do me a favor and keep an eye on Aananda for me, okay?" as he starts
walking again, giving Ruji a scratch behind the ear as he passes.
Agarthian Storyteller wrote:
I really should give Ruji jis own alias, but I can't find any good cat avatar pics...
Yeah - all the feline icons tend to be of the 'big variety'...
"I didn't walk off because of Ryo, or any joke by him, I promise," he says to Ruji. "I'm just taking a little 'sanity walk' - do me a favor and keep an eye on Aananda for me, okay?" as he starts
walking again, giving Ruji a scratch behind the ear as he passes.
Yeah - all the feline icons tend to be of the 'big variety'...
Which works out great if he's making the demon cat illusion, but poorly otherwise.
"Moaw." Ruji flies off, and rejoins the group by settling down on Aananda's shoulder.
*insert purring sounds*
Anyone else notice cats sound like car engines when they purr? Or in this case, skimmer engines?
Aananda still looks a little pale, but she smiles at Ruji. "Hi, there. So....hey, can we find somewhere to eat? I bet that will make me feel better. And James, just...cool it for a couple hours, 'kay? Whatever you're doing is messing with my head pretty bad. Probably cause you got into my dreams that one time. It has funny side effects."
She got up and leaning against a wall a little looked around for anything resembling an inn or a restaurant.
Aananda still looks a little pale, but she smiles at Ruji. "Hi, there. So....hey, can we find somewhere to eat? I bet that will make me feel better. And James, just...cool it for a couple hours, 'kay? Whatever you're doing is messing with my head pretty bad. Probably cause you got into my dreams that one time. It has funny side effects."
She got up and leaning against a wall a little looked around for anything resembling an inn or a restaurant.
"Sure. Blame me. You know who's really to blame. But go ahead. Pick on me. All I've been doing is sit here quietly, plotting the destruction of the world. Yeah, 'cause that's me. The horrible child. All the bad things that are going to happen to you all is my fault. Maybe I should come back after they've happened, instead of trying to warp them away from you, like I steered Uncle Kannic away from the bad lady. Maybe I should have let him die, then you would be happy, right? So I guess I'll just let the thing daddy is walking into happen, too."
With that, Jiminy disappears in a puff of smoke that smells nothing like candy. Perhaps it's the dirty diaper he left behind.
Four men leave the estate, their cloaks fluttering in the breeze that isn't there. The servants shy away from the uneasy sight, forgetting within moments what their eyes just witnessed. The men break into pairs and head out into the small city.
Before too long one pair spots Tamrin, walking alone. One sniffs the air.
"Yessss, that one has seen him. Shall we follow, or grab him now?"
"The mistress instructed us to take him, so that is what we shall do. If he resists too hard, we kill him."
"I hope he resists. I like his coat."
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
Four men leave the estate, their cloaks fluttering in the breeze that isn't there. The servants shy away from the uneasy sight, forgetting within moments what their eyes just witnessed. The men break into pairs and head out into the small city.
Before too long one pair spots Tamrin, walking alone. One sniffs the air.
"Yessss, that one has seen him. Shall we follow, or grab him now?"
"The mistress instructed us to take him, so that is what we shall do. If he resists too hard, we kill him."
"I hope he resists. I like his coat."
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
Four men leave the estate, their cloaks fluttering in the breeze that isn't there. The servants shy away from the uneasy sight, forgetting within moments what their eyes just witnessed. The men break into pairs and head out into the small city.
Before too long one pair spots Tamrin, walking alone. One sniffs the air.
"Yessss, that one has seen him. Shall we follow, or grab him now?"
"The mistress instructed us to take him, so that is what we shall do. If he resists too hard, we kill him."
"I hope he resists. I like his coat."
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
As Tamrin explores the city, two children run around the corner, chasing a small ball. One boy and one girl. They don't see you until it's too late, and you are almost overrun by them. They pass quickly. You are about to move on when you hear a yell of surprise from behind you...a cry of a woman. She has the look of terror on her face, looking past you. You turn, and see the two small children lying still on the ground, not 10 feet from you. The fading sizzle of a fire trap signals the cause of their demise.
"Murder! Murder most foul! Guards! Guards!"
The street begins to refill, and more cries form into a chorus of anger as windows are opened and more people see the two small dead children and only Tamrin in proximity.
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
As Tam notices the noise of the street seem to mute itself in short order, he looks around curiously.
"Jiminy, I'm really not in the mood for any more of your acting out - you'd better not be hurting anybody..." he quietly says to nobody in particular...
[EDIT]: This was obviously before the kids skirted by. Oopsy...
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
As Tam notices the noise of the street seem to mute itself in short order, he looks around curiously.
"Jiminy, I'm really not in the mood for any more of your acting out - you'd better not be hurting anybody..." he quietly says to nobody in particular...
With no call to do so the street seems to clear itself of bystanders.
As Tam notices the noise of the street seem to mute itself in short order, he looks around curiously.
"Jiminy, I'm really not in the mood for any more of your acting out - you'd better not be hurting anybody..." he quietly says to nobody in particular...
As the guards keep Tamrin still, the first witness to the calamity rushes to the bodies of the children. She checks them to see if they are alive, but to no avail. The small red ball rolls out from the hand of the little girl as she is moved.
"Burned. He...He burned them..."
"They were just children! You butcher! Your magic killed them! they just ran past you and then they caught fire!"
The crowd gathers. A couple of other women check the bodies, and weep loudly.
"They're Bessie's and Kent's children. Someone should go fetch them..."
After the initial shock wears off of what just happened, Tam turns around to the guards and the hysterical townswoman calling him a murderer.
"Uh, folks...I didn't do anything to those two kids. They barreled past me chasing a ball down the street. I didn't set them on fire, I didn't kill them, I didn't even say anything to them when they almost ran into me. I wasn't even looking their way when whatever happened to them happened. That woman," pointing at his accuser, "evidently didn't see anything either, since she's pretty quick to assume I had a hand in this and that I'm some sort of spellcaster. Do you see any pointy hat or staff here? No, you don't. Did you hear any ear-shattering boom that would accompany big fire magic? No, nobody did."
"How about you look for where that ball went? I have a nasty feeling that thing was your 'bomb'," he says loudly but evenly, looking around to see if the ball is anywhere to be seen.
"That woman," pointing at his accuser, "evidently didn't see anything either, since she's pretty quick to assume I had a hand in this and that I'm some sort of spellcaster.
Of course, plead not-guilty, it will only make this more enjoyable...
"The street was empty for a moment, and it was just HIM and the 2 little ones running past him. Your 'bomb' is over there in the gutter, red as the burns on their little faces."
Two more guards show up. One checks out the ball, the other takes up position on Tamrin.
He holds up the ball. "Just a ball. Scorched."
As the crowd gets louder, the original guards say, "We should get this one to the magistrate before this crowd lynches him, and us if we try to stop them."
"The street was empty for a moment, and it was just HIM and the 2 little ones running past him. Your 'bomb' is over there in the gutter, red as the burns on their little faces."
Two more guards show up. One checks out the ball, the other takes up position on Tamrin.
He holds up the ball. "Just a ball. Scorched."
As the crowd gets louder, the original guards say, "We should get this one to the magistrate before this crowd lynches him, and us if we try to stop them."
"How about you just get a duly-ordained cleric of whatever god of law and order you have out here and cast a spell to see if either of us are lying? Problem solved. Otherwise, I'm not to keen on the idea of dealing with mob justice in a city I've only just arrived at. Call me crazy. How about cooler heads prevailing here, okay?"
"The street was empty for a moment, and it was just HIM and the 2 little ones running past him. Your 'bomb' is over there in the gutter, red as the burns on their little faces."
Two more guards show up. One checks out the ball, the other takes up position on Tamrin.
He holds up the ball. "Just a ball. Scorched."
As the crowd gets louder, the original guards say, "We should get this one to the magistrate before this crowd lynches him, and us if we try to stop them."
"How about you just get a duly-ordained cleric of whatever god of law and order you have out here and cast a spell to see if either of us are lying? Problem solved. Otherwise, I'm not to keen on the idea of dealing with mob justice in a city I've only just arrived at. Call me crazy. How about cooler heads prevailing here, okay?"
A cleric of Jupiter runs up. She checks the children. Drawing a wand, she casts Detect Magic.
"Fire Trap." She shifts her gaze to Tamrin. "You have a trace of the same magic on you."
"Arrest him. We shall delve deeper into this heinous crime at the jail."
"No! Kill him now!" someone in a window cries
The guards grow more nervous. One pulls out a set of shackles.
"Cast the detection spell here, Sister. You want to stop a riot - give them some proof right now that they can't refute. If you just cart me away, they're just going to get even more wound up since they only have some information."
"You do that here, and I'll do what I can to help you find who actually did this."
"Cast the detection spell here, Sister. You want to stop a riot - give them some proof right now that they can't refute. If you just cart me away, they're just going to get even more wound up since they only have some information."
"You do that here, and I'll do what I can to help you find who actually did this."
"One, I can't do that. Here or anywhere. Someone else has to. Two, we are a civilized land and the investigators will search out the truth of this. While you wait their findings in jail. Pray that you are found innocent."
"Cast the detection spell here, Sister. You want to stop a riot - give them some proof right now that they can't refute. If you just cart me away, they're just going to get even more wound up since they only have some information."
"You do that here, and I'll do what I can to help you find who actually did this."
"One, I can't do that here. Two, we are a civilized land and the investigators will search out the truth of this. While you wait their findings in jail. Pray that you are found innocent."
"Lady - these people don't look very civilized to me," as he waves his hand around the jeering crowd crying out for his death. "If you don't get somebody here right now to give them some answers, you're going to have a riot on your hands as they try to get their hands on me. That blood is on your conscience if you don't start thinking outside the box, stop judging me like I'm already guilty despite only circumstantial evidence at best, and do the right thing. Or I will."
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