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Sakitu quickly throws on her dress and gathers up her belongings. On her way to the door she pauses at Fin. "Thank you."
Smiling fondly, Fin shakes his head. ”No, m’Lady, thank you…”
She speaks softly and tenderly. "I hope we can get more time together soon." After just a moment longer she rushes to the door and opens it.
Fin leans down quickly to gently touch his lips to hers, softly whispering, ”I hope so as well, Hlao-roo; we’ll make time if we have to. I’ll come by your room in just a bit to escort you to the feast…”
His eyes follow her as she dashes for the door and is gone…and then Bulvi enters and the mood is gone. ”Oh, hey, Bull…thanks for knocking…I’ll let you get dressed…I still have a couple of things to touch up on…”
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As the party enters the mess hall, Commander Pharamol calls the soldiers to attention. Everyone stands and salutes you.
Gussied up by Maka and Selena, Quasit moves into the room with dignified grace and nods ritually in deference to the salute. Then she moves purposefully across the hall to the Commander’s table and pours herself a glass.
”Commander Pharamol,” she says in loud clear Triaxian that carries throughout the room, even though he is standing only a few feet away. ”On my world we have a simple custom for marking such occasions. Perhaps you have a similar one. We raise our glasses and drink together in salute of a thing we wish to commemorate. We call it a ‘toast’.”
”I ask you all to raise your glasses and repeat after me.”
She raises her glass and presents it to the room, scanning the faces like a general reviewing her troops, then calls out to all.
. Then she downs the whole cup in a long swift swallow.
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Fin goes to the girl’s room to escort Sakitu to the feast; when she opens the door, Fin is taken aback seeing her in the dress. ”Hlao-roo…you look…ravishing!” he says, before looking past her to Selena. ”Very nice work on the dress, Selena, thank you.”
”Shall we go?” Fin asks as he holds an arm out for Sakitu to take. He walks slowly with her to the feast hall, along with their friends…
As they arrive and are greeted by a salute, Fin does his customary bow. Impressed with their decorum, he tried to stand up straight, or at least straighter; seemed like it had been ages since he’d been at the Elven court. Grinning at Quasit as she confidently addresses their hosts in Triaxian, he just nods, not understanding a word till she says ‘death of Yrax.‘ He raises his glass to the toast and drains it. Hmmm, much better than that lichen swill, he thinks, as he awaits the Commander’s response…
Kalchine is one of those doing the saluting, though he has a spot near Pharamol. If his uniform looks any better than any of the other Triaxians, it is only from lack of use. He generally only goes to these formal events when required and a keen eye will notice where the fabric of his clothes still has the remnants of the folds from where it has been stored.
It also seems like he's missing a decorative piece or two.
Perhaps that is why, after he stares at Quasit in her short dress that accentuates her slender, fit form, he looks down at his own clothes and his ears droop.
When the toast comes, he also finishes his cup then immediately starts coughing uncontrollably.
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Maka entered the hall, her excitement palpable and a toothy smile spread from ear to ear. One arm was interlocked with Bulvi's while the other waved at the gathered crowd. When Maka spotted Efrixes and Bescaylie, she put some extra oomph in her wave, drawing some attention to the pair.
”To the death of Yrax!”. Then she downs the whole cup in a long swift swallow.
Maka unleashed a roar-like cheer before downing her own drink.
Once the food was out, Maka grabbed an dragonkin sized amount. Multiple plates balanced precariously on her arms as she made her way back to the table. Though Maka took some care not to dirty her outfit, she still nonetheless began to tear through her meal at an inhuman speed. "OHIt'sSoGood!" She mumbled through a mouthful of food.
Bulvi barely had time to get through his appropriately sized portion before Maka had emptied multiple plates and was pulling at his arm to dance.
Maka's dancing often looked more like a martial arts display. An impressive physical performance, but typically lacking in the rhythm and sensual movement associated with a dance. That was not the case this evening. She felt in synch with the music, knew how to move with it and not against it. Her hair and clothing flowed about her, accentuating her every movement. She twisted, tumbled, and thrust about like she had infinite energy. A smile on her lips and laughter in her lungs the entire time.
When Bulvi had to stop to take a breather, Maka showed no signs of tiring. Instead she merely moved to find a new partner. Striding over to Quasit, Maka thrust her hand out. "Come on, you owe me a dance before you get tired!"
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After any remarks from the Commander, Fin looks to Quasit, admiring her dress and make-up. ”Nicely done with the toast, Q. And I must say, you look stunning this evening, l’il sis.”
Turning to Maka, he adds, ”And you look absolutely radiant in your dress, Maka, worthy of a Mistress of Fire, indeed.” Lastly, he nods to Selena. ”Well done with the dresses, Selena; you look elegant as well.”
Fin then steps back to pull out the chair for Sakitu, smiling warmly as he does so, scooching the chair up as she sits. He whispers lightly in her ear, ”But you look loveliest of all,” before taking a seat beside her.
Fin then sits and engages in small talk with his friends, occasionally moving a hand under the table and giving Sakitu’s knee a gentle squeeze. While he doesn’t eat much anymore due to his ring, he does sample some the fare, just to get a taste, especially anything that looks like a pastry. However, he heartily partakes some more of whatever that spirit he had during the toast…t’was the best he’d had since that Centaur mead from long ago…I’ll have to ask Kalchine what this stuff is…
Once the music started to play, Fin felt himself tapping his feet on the floor and his fingers on his drinking glass. I can dance to this. When he sees Maka pull Bulvi onto the dance floor, he rises from his seat, turns and takes Sakitu by the hand, asking softly, ”Dance with me, Hlao-roo, please?”
If she acquiesces, he leads her to the dance floor, taking her right hand in his left, putting his right arm around her, placing his hand on the small of her back, and then guides her across the dance floor to the rhythm of the music…
…and he feels like they’re dancing on air…
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Fin smiles contentedly as he guides her thru the foxtrot. ”Hlao-roo, you dance so well; you’re light on your feet and you follow my lead gracefully, it’s like we are one…have I told you today how beautiful you are?”
Against the norm, Fin keeps Sakitu out on the dance floor for three dances. The next set piece that’s played, he leads her into the tango, and then the following music is perfect for an Elven waltz. As they glide effortlessly across the floor, Fin smiles and laughs throughout…
As the waltz ends, he looks sheepishly down at Sakitu. ”Sorry, Hlao-roo, shouldn’t have made you dance so long. We should take a little breather; I was having such a good time, I didn’t want to stop. We’ll sit and rest a bit…we can dance more a little later…if you like…”
He takes her hand and they walk back to their table, where he pulls out her chair again and they sit. ”Bet you’re thirsty; I am too.”
Fin gets a couple of drinks and brings ‘em back to the table. He comes back, chats with Saki and his friends and watches others dance, patiently awaiting another turn on the dance floor…
The Commander and his dragonkin partner seem taken aback by Quasit's "toast", but after a moment's hesitation they raise their cups.
The shout is ragged and uneven thanks to the unexpected nature of the toast, but the sheer volume of the dragonkin more than makes up for it.
The party's seats are at the table with Commander Pharamol, his dragonkin partner Amerenth, and most of the other members of the war council. There's food aplenty, some of it tasty to Golarion taste buds, some of it... odd. You recognize most of it from when you've eaten in Spurhorn before, but some effort has certainly been made to cook and season it in different ways from the ordinary daily fare.
Dancing happens in the Common Room to the north of the mess hall. The tables and chairs have been pushed to the sides of the room to make space in the center. Music is supplied with enthusiasm, if not skill, and the dancing is about the same, though with the strangeness of the style of dancing (particularly between dragonkin) it's hard to judge the exact skill level of the dancers.
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Quasit successfully resists the impulse to smash her cup on the floor after completing the toast.
She takes her spot at the table and fills her plate with small portions of all the offered delicacies, intent on trying everything. She is less abstemious about drink, filling her cup and draining it in rapid succession. She finds herself in conversation with a rather stoic and serious dragon kin captain seated to her right who had asked very politely to know the full tale of the group’s mission. Although it’s difficult to read the features of the alien soldier, she can tell that the somber fellow is hanging on her every word. Therefore she gives a dramatic (and relatively honest) recital of the adventure, sparing no details. Sure enough, on describing the killing blow of the dragon, the captain inhales sharply and involuntarily bangs the table with his scaly fist, then nods very sagely for fully half a minute.
Spinning such a tale proves thirsty work, especially as others at the table stop what they’re doing to listen in discretely. By the time the performance is done and Quasit flashes the fang hanging from her pendant, her face is flushed and perspiring, her words are falling out lightly and sloppily, and her gestures have become very dramatic indeed.
Quasit is vaguely aware that music has begun to play in the common room, but is rather busy answering various questions from the Triaxians surrounding her, when Maka comes up to the table and holds out her hand for a dance.
”Shure! Whinot?” she exclaims cheerfully, then climbs up onto her chair, leaps over the table into Maka’s arms with the gracefulness of a pelican that’s been knocked over the head.
”I gotta tinkle…” she confides in whispered Common. ”But iss okay, I can hold it. Jes don punsh my belly too hard.”
She reaches up to wrap an arm around her friend’s neck, making it easier to stay upright and be dragged. ”Yuknow… I’ve discoferd tha the lizard guys like the darker likker, an the furfaces like the light one bedder. But I’ve foun out tha if ya sorta mix ‘em all togither with that blue drink too, then iss really REALLY good. An so smooth! Ain I a genius?’
She burps and throws her hand to her mouth to keep everything inside, then swallows roughly while wincing and flapping a hand at her face.
”Ugh… ‘scuse me, tha was gross! Anyway, c’mon bish, les dance!”
Turning to Maka, he adds, ”And you look absolutely radiant in your dress, Maka, worthy of a Mistress of Fire, indeed.” Lastly, he nods to Selena. ”Well done with the dresses, Selena; you look elegant as well.”
"I know!" Maka said with a smile and a happy little dance, clearly enjoying the attention her outfit was bringing her. "I bet no one will confuse me for a boy tonight! You're looking pretty sharp yourself Master of Arrows. Saki sure seems happy about it."
”Shure! Whinot?” she exclaims cheerfully, then climbs up onto her chair, leaps over the table into Maka’s arms with the gracefulness of a pelican that’s been knocked over the head.
Maka caught Quasit about the waist, spinning around once before planting Quasit on the ground.
”I gotta tinkle…” she confides in whispered Common. ”But iss okay, I can hold it. Jes don punsh my belly too hard.”
She reaches up to wrap an arm around her friend’s neck, making it easier to stay upright and be dragged.
Maka laughed and kept an arm around Quasit to help balance her. Placing Quasit's hand in her own, Maka let the pair in a simple 3 step dance that even a drunk Quasit could keep up with. "I won't push on your belly then."
”Yuknow… I’ve discoferd tha the lizard guys like the darker likker, an the furfaces like the light one bedder. But I’ve foun out tha if ya sorta mix ‘em all togither with that blue drink too, then iss really REALLY good. An so smooth! Ain I a genius?’
"Well obviously I think you are a genius, but I also don't think you are supposed to mix them all together like that?" A look of concern crossed Maka's face.
She burps and throws her hand to her mouth to keep everything inside, then swallows roughly while wincing and flapping a hand at her face.
”Ugh… ‘scuse me, tha was gross! Anyway, c’mon bish, les dance!”
"Okay yeah let's dance to the bathroom then!" Maka began to maneuver the pair towards the the bathroom. "You know, I'm starting to think you like to party harder then your stomach can handle." Maka said with a laugh, trying to keep things lighthearted.
Any concerns for a line were alleviated when all made room for the saviors. Closing and locking the door behind them, Maka maneuvered Quasit to a clean chamber pot. "Okay why don't you tinkle and maybe try to throw up. I think you'll feel better. Do you need some help with your dress?" Maka quickly fetched another clean pot in case Quasit needed to do both at the same time.
Selena sits quietly and keeps to herself, though gracious to any seeking her out. She allows herself to speak draconic, deciding it's not worthwhile to hide that any longer. She looks quite regal and is quite reserved the whole night.
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"Well obviously I think you are a genius, but I also don't think you are supposed to mix them all together like that?"
Quasit throws out her free hand in broad arc of grand gesture.
"No'sense! We are HEROES! We scoff at all laws an' restrisions!" She pokes an insistent finger at Maka's breastbone. "Dragonslayers don' curtsey to co'vensions. *hic*"
"Okay why don't you tinkle and maybe try to throw up. I think you'll feel better. Do you need some help with your dress?"
As Maka whisks her off to the latrine area, Quasit is trying to hum along with the alien music and does not so great at it, and she also attempts a few sprightly dance moves as she walks. Given her incapacitation and her general lack of skill as a dancer, she doesn't do all that badly. In the chamber pot area, she dutifully hikes up her skirts and settles in place to relieve herself.
"W'ass wrong with my dress?" she asks, genuinely confused. She holds the hems up to her eyes and smacks at them to remove any dirt she just may not be seeing. "I'm na gonna throw up. I feel sooper dooper, Cooper!" She gives Maka a cheery thumbs up. "I jus wanna dance, bish!"
She finishes her business and pulls Maka back to the dancing area where she begins to dance very energetically. Normally when Quasit had danced previously, she'd favored twisty little bouncing moves, very cool and serene. But not tonight. Perhaps taking her cue from those around her, her dancing was mostly a lot of jumping and waving her arms around in akimbo joy, sometimes jumping and twirling in the air, like she was trying to escape the planet's hold on her. It's impressive, if a little out of step with her dainty dress, but her game little frock goes for it as best it can.
After about 10 minutes of this, she pretty much wears herself out. "Ohhhh boy.... errythin's spinning..." she moans as she brings a hand to her face. Then she leans a little too far to her right and collapses to the floor. "OW!" she says between hilarious giggles.
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Kalchine also remains rather quiet throughout the festivities. He eats heartily but drinks sparingly.
While Selena's imperious expression might keep some of the soldiers away, Kalchine remains largely unbothered for a different reason. He simply isn't as interesting as the other guests of honor. After all, they're a bunch of exotic aliens from another planet. He's just Kalchine, that weird guy who talks to a monkey and does some healing.
Still, there is a trickle of people who come along to congratulate him and ask about the others and he does his best to answer. He even ends up on the dance floor a time or two, though, unlike Sakitu, he is NOT a natural dancer.
Then, for perhaps half an hour, he, Pharamol and Amerenth are nowhere to be found.
The large conference room was strangely ominous with only the three of them there and only a lamp on the table where they were seated providing illumination. The rest of the room was left largely in shadow with only moonlight coming in from the windows and the muted sounds of celebration coming from the rest of the keep only added to the eerie atmosphere.
"Tell us what really happened out there, Kalchine," Pharamol says. "We've heard the rumors, of course, but as with all stories, they've no doubt grown with each telling."
Kalchine was quiet for a few moments, his ears moving slowly with his thoughts. He studied his hands where the fingers were clasped together.
Pharamol's ears were still at first, but began to move more restlessly as the silence lingered and his smile faded.
"I'm afraid they're not exaggerated as much as you think," Kalchine finally answers.
Pharamol and Amerenth both looked stunned for a moment, the Pharamol smiled again. "Surely you don't mean that this Maka killed Yrax with a single punch?"
"No, he was weakened before that, but that was the killing blow and one that would have been debilitating by itself," Kalchine somberly answered.
"Are you saying that she could have killed him by herself? A single..." he fumbled for the word. "...human against a dragon?"
"No, not by herself. He had been weakened by the rest of us, some and it took a lot out of her so she was extremely vulnerable afterwards. She wouldn't have died if I hadn't healed her but she would have been easy pickings for any guards in the state she was in," Kalchine says.
"Well, then, we should just count ourselves lucky that she was able to get that killing blow in," Amerenth chimes in.
"I don't think it was luck. And I don't think any of them could have defeated Yrax by themselves but think about how many warriors we would have had to send to do the same thing and how many of them would have been killed in the process," Kalchine said.
”They are a threat because they are not by themselves. Each one is dangerous alone. Selena has powerful ice magic. Sakitu is just as powerful if less specialized. Bulvi is a master swordsman. Fin can fire a dizzying number of arrows with uncanny accuracy. Quasit has an excellent tactical mind and knows just where to put a blade for best effect. Alone they would each be a match for 5 or 10 of our soldiers. Together…I wouldn’t be surprised if they took Spurhorn if they tried,” he continued.
Amerenth laughed at that but his humor died away as Kalchine’s somber expression did not change.
”Well, it’s a good thing they’re on our side, then. The Drakelands aren’t going to fall just because Yrax is dead, after all,” Amerenth awkwardly continued.
Several hollow booms and bright flashes of multicolored light interrupted them.
”Maka,” Kalchine said, recognizing her celebratory pyrotechnics.
They all watched the beautiful display for the next minute or so, though the wonder of it turned to somber contemplation for each of them at some point. Expending her power like that was a prime indicator of just how much she had to spare.
”It’s a good thing for now but, as Kalchine said, if they can slay Yrax, what are the chances of Spurhorn standing against them should they set their sights on conquering it?” Pharamol asked.
”Well, what do you propose, Pharamol? Do we arrest them? Kill them in their sleep? Send them out into the Drakelands to do as much damage as they can before dying and hope that they don’t just get more powerful while they’re out there?” Amerenth asked.
”I don’t know but we have a remorhaz by the antennae here.” Pharamol replied, clearly not pleased by any of the suggestions put forward but also unable to come up with any other options.
”If I may make a suggestion?” Kalchine offered in the brooding silence that followed.
”You know them best, having traveled with them and joined them in their mission,” Amerenth said.
”I believe the most effective solution in this case is also the simplest: give them what they’re asking for,” Kalchine replied, ignoring the implications of suspicion in Amerenth’s tone.
”This so-called key? What good will that do?” Pharamol asked.
”Give them what they want and they’ll go away. They’ll go to the hut, they’ll use the key and they’ll leave this world and they’ll no longer be a threat to the people of this one,” Kalchine replied.
Amerenth scoffed. ”Do you really believe in a hut created by a legendary witch we’ve never heard of that can take people from planet to planet?”
”It doesn’t really matter if I believe it,” Kalchine answered. ”They believe it.”
”Do you really think so?” Pharamol asked. ”Perhaps it is all some ploy to get the eagle but the eagle is really some sort of artifact that will further increase their power.”
”I really think so. Maybe the eagle is a powerful artifact and this witch is just using them to collect it and others, but that’s not what they believe. They just want it to make the hut travel again,” Kalchine said.
”And that’s all? We give them the eagle, they go to the hut and we never see them again? What guarantee do we have that they won’t come back, maybe with an army behind them?” Amerenth asked.
”Someone will go with them and make sure they don’t come back,” Kalchine answered after a moment.
Pharamol barked a laugh and shared a look with Amerenth. ”And that person will be you, right?”
Kalchine blinked and frowned, his hands parting to lay on the table and his ears going up with wary surprise.
”I’m the logical choice.”
”I’m not so sure,” Amerenth replied, flatly.
Kalchine stiffened. ”I’ve been with them the most so they trust me and I understand them better than anyone else. I’m also the only one here who understands their language.”
”All good reasons why you SHOULDN’T be the one to go. You understand them better than anyone else because you’ve been with them the most. They trust you and you trust them. You sympathize with them. Perhaps you sympathize with them too much,” Amerenth snarled.
Kalchine half rose from his seat, leaning his hands on the table. ”Are you questioning my loyalty to Spurhorn?”
”Not exactly,” Pharamol replied. ”Perhaps it is more accurate to say that you have always been a bit of an outsider here, Kalchine. You have to admit your upbringing was unusual. You can understand why we might be curious as to how you’ll react when people claiming to come from the same world your mentor came from show up. And, you were quick to volunteer to travel with them.”
Kalchine’s ears drooped and his eyes widened. ”You asked me to travel with them.”
”Be that as it may,” Amerenth stepped in, ”you have many reasons to sympathize with them.”
”And can you tell us, honestly, that your interest in them…all of them is purely…professional and friendly?”
Kalchine’s expression changed subtly, his betrayed indignation turning to surprise.
He stood and went to the window, turning his back on them. It was not because he was angry, however, it was because he was embarrassed. Had his feelings been so obvious to everyone?
He stared down into the courtyard as much to gather his thoughts as anything else and there they were, a bit off to the side around a fire but still the center of attention for obvious reasons. A single mission had made them near mythical heroes.
Fin and Sakitu were cuddled close together on a bench, the hand Fin didn’t have on her waist hoisting a tankard to his lips. Kalchine wondered if they knew how often they looked at each other when they thought the other person wasn’t looking.
Bulvi and Maka were standing close to each other a little ways away. It was hard to tell from so far away but it seemed like Maka might be…flirting with Efrixes or Beyscale or…both?
Selena was sitting on another bench, fielding and asking questions but also carefully watching everything, like a spider analyzing everything and waiting for the proper moment to strike.
If Pheremol and Amerenth wanted real evidence that Kalchine’s loyalties were questionable, they had only to look and see that Chest Thumper was sitting near the group of aliens. He had decided they were part of his troop, whether Kalchine had or not and that spoke volumes to the trust both the “brothers” had for them.
But, though he saw the others, Kalchine’s eyes were drawn to one figure. Slender and not overly tall, she was far from imposing or physically impressive. In fact, he wasn’t sure if she was objectively pretty.
Yet, there was something undeniable about Quasit. He wasn’t the only one who felt it, either. Though she was not in the center of her group, they all somehow seemed to gravitate towards her, as did many of the the natives.
And he somehow couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
But, he couldn’t tell these men that and he was honest when he’d told them just how dangerous the group could be and that they could wreak untold havoc on Triaxus if they remained.
”No,” he said, as he turned back to face them. ”I know what you’re suggesting and there is nothing romantic between me and any of them but they have become my friends.”
”Well, I’m glad you’re being honest,” Amerenth said. ”But with that, what makes you think you can do what needs to be done if they decide to return?”
Kalchine smiled grimly. ”That’s just it. I don’t need to DO anything. In fact, the less I do, the less likely they are to return.
”They don’t have a healer and, while they took down Yrax with shocking ease, they didn’t do so unscathed and they didn’t get to him without being hurt, either.
”So you see, I don’t need to do anything. I just have to stop doing something.”
"No'sense! We are HEROES! We scoff at all laws an' restrisions!" She pokes an insistent finger at Maka's breastbone. "Dragonslayers don' curtsey to co'vensions. *hic*"
Maka laughed at Quasit's rambling. "Well it's hard to argue with that logic."
"W'ass wrong with my dress?" she asks, genuinely confused. She holds the hems up to her eyes and smacks at them to remove any dirt she just may not be seeing. "I'm na gonna throw up. I feel sooper dooper, Cooper!" She gives Maka a cheery thumbs up. "I jus wanna dance, bish!"
"Nothings wrong with it, I just wasn't sure if you could get it off." Taking Quasit's hand, Maka helped her up. "Let's get back to dancing then!"
She finishes her business and pulls Maka back to the dancing area where she begins to dance very energetically. Normally when Quasit had danced previously, she'd favored twisty little bouncing moves, very cool and serene. But not tonight. Perhaps taking her cue from those around her, her dancing was mostly a lot of jumping and waving her arms around in akimbo joy, sometimes jumping and twirling in the air, like she was trying to escape the planet's hold on her. It's impressive, if a little out of step with her dainty dress, but her game little frock goes for it as best it can.
Maka lead the pair back onto the dance floor. Maka spent the first minute or do idly bouncing around and keeping an eye on Quasi. Once it was clear Quasit wasn't going to spectacularly spew her stomach, Maka began to more vigorously dance. Joining in on Quasit's jumping, twirling, and waving, the pair bounced around like a happy ball.
After about 10 minutes of this, she pretty much wears herself out. "Ohhhh boy.... errythin's spinning..." she moans as she brings a hand to her face. Then she leans a little too far to her right and collapses to the floor. "OW!" she says between hilarious giggles.
Maka burst into laughter as Quasit landed on the floor. "I'm glad you're having fun." Maka said with a toothy grin as she lifted Quasit up off the ground. Keeping an arm around Quasit's shoulder to help her balance, Maka led them back to a table. Along the way she grabbed a glass of water from a waiter. "Why don't we catch our breaths for a moment and drink some water huh?"
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Smiling, and then laughing, about Quasit's and Maka's antics on the dance floor, Fin turns to Sakitu, saying, "I was going to ask the other ladies to dance tonight and give you a break in between; but I don't think Q is in any condition to dance right now, I'd probably get singed from Maka with all the fireworks, and Selena would likely turn me down. I hope I don't wear you out tonight, Hlao-roo."
Seeing Quasit take a tumble, he grins, murmuring, "Perhaps I should help her over here to sit by you, Saki, so she can take a little break...I'd hate to see her hero stature diminished by puking on the dance floor..."
As Fin starts to rise, he sees Maka helping Quasit up and walking her back, so he stays put. When they arrive, he smiles. ”Nice dancing, ladies…looked like y’all were having fun out there. You want me to find you a lampshade hat, Q?”
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"Why don't we catch our breaths for a moment and drink some water huh?"
"Yeah. Okay. I'm okay. I'm fine." she protests weakly as Maka pulls her over to a chair and gives her some water. "They got waiters for water here? I love this place." she blathers half-coherently before taking a single swallow, then plants the left half of her face on Maka's arm and exhales deeply.
"Ohhh Maka, yur susha a good fren... I don't deservvve you..." she moans with maudlin emphasis, then begins to cry. "I'm sorry for being sush a dope. Wowwwwweeee, the room jes keeps spinnin and spinnin... are the aliens staring at me? I'm gonna embarrass erryone... " She wraps her arms around Maka's bicep and hugs tightly. "Im sorry... I apologiiiiize... I apologiiiiiize..."
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”Nice dancing, ladies…looked like y’all were having fun out there. You want me to find you a lampshade hat, Q?”
Aware for the first time that she's sitting next to Findurél, Quasit takes a moment to let her eyes focus on him, then wipes the sniffle from her red nose.
"I may have had a little too mush to dringk." she announces with as much dignity as she can muster, before again burying her face in Maka's arm and blubbering a bit more. "You know where you can stick yer lammshade." she growls as an afterthought.
"Ohhh Maka, yur susha a good fren... I don't deservvve you..." she moans with maudlin emphasis, then begins to cry.
"Oh don't cry! You totally deserve me, you're the best!" As Quasit began to cry, sympathy tears welled in Maka's eyes as well. The fire monk did her best to push her tears back to avoid her makeup running.
"I'm sorry for being sush a dope. Wowwwwweeee, the room jes keeps spinnin and spinnin... are the aliens staring at me? I'm gonna embarrass erryone... " She wraps her arms around Maka's bicep and hugs tightly. "Im sorry... I apologiiiiize... I apologiiiiiize...
Maka wrapped her arms around Quasit in turn. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize! No one's being a dope. The aliens are staring but they were already doing that, you don't have to be embarrassed. As far as they know this is normal and they're the ones that should be embarrassed."
As Fin starts to rise, he sees Maka helping Quasit up and walking her back, so he stays put. When they arrive, he smiles. ”Nice dancing, ladies…looked like y’all were having fun out there. You want me to find you a lampshade hat, Q?”
"I may have had a little too mush to dringk." she announces with as much dignity as she can muster, before again burying her face in Maka's arm and blubbering a bit more. "You know where you can stick yer lammshade." she growls as an afterthought.
"Hey Fin! Yeah Quasit's had a bit much, but don't worry I've got her. You and Saki sure seem like you're having fun." Maka gave Fin a wolfish grin.
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"You know where you can stick yer lammshade." she growls as an afterthought.
Fin looks bewildered, glancing questioningly from Sakitu to Maka, wondering what he’d done wrong. Confused, he tries to apologize, stuttering, ”Uhh…s-sorry, Q…just k-kidding…”
"Hey Fin! Yeah Quasit's had a bit much, but don't worry I've got her. You and Saki sure seem like you're having fun." Maka gave Fin a wolfish grin.
Fin gives a weak smile as he nods doubtfully, murmuring, ”Uh-huh, s-sure, no worries,” before he turns to Sakitu and shrugs. ”Not sure what I did, Hlao-roo…oh well…I’m thirsty, I’ll go grab us a couple drinks…and then we can hit the dance floor again…if you like…”
He rises and walks over to the bar…
Fin looks bewildered, glancing questioningly from Sakitu to Maka, wondering what he’d done wrong. Confused, he tries to apologize, stuttering, ”Uhh…s-sorry, Q…just k-kidding…”
Maka gave Fin a dismissive wave. "Don't worry about it."
He rises and walks over to the bar…
"Oh, and will you get me a drink too? Something fruity!"
Quasit's face slides down Maka's arm and splats on the table, her cheek and lip smooshed roughly out of skew, utterly unconscious, though she manages a final burp and an incoherent mumble.
"Oop, I think we lost her." Maka said with a laugh as Quasit slumped down on the table. Lifting her up, Maka placed an arm around Quasit while resting her head on Maka's shoulder. "Meethee neend aae." Maka whispered in Vudrani before kissing the top of Quasit's head.
With Quasit in a relatively comfortable sleeping position, Maka motioned to get Bulvi's attention. "Bull, could you get me some more food? Just another plate or three should be fine. Oh and none of those steaks that have the frosting or whatever on them. Thanks, I love you!"
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"Oh, and will you get me a drink too? Something fruity!"
Fin nods as heads to the bar area. ”A fruity drink, no worries,” he says. He smiles to the Triaxian bartender equivalent, pointing to that toasting spirit he’d been enjoying and to two drinks that looked sufficiently fruity. Flipping a silver to the barkeep, he gathers the drinks and takes ‘em back to the table, handing one to Maka and another to Sakitu. ”Here you go, ladies, a fruity drink for Nárwen…and I thought you might like to try a fruity one too, Hlao-roo…”
Noticing Quasit slumped on the table, he says, ”She’s down hard…the spirits they served tonight were a step up from that fermented lichen swill.”
After chatting a bit and finishing their drinks, Fin looks to Sakitu with a fond grin. ”Would you like to dance some more, Hlao-roo? Maybe just one more…or two…and then leave a little early?”
handing one to Maka and another to Sakitu. ”Here you go, ladies, a fruity drink for Nárwen…and I thought you might like to try a fruity one too, Hlao-roo…”
Maka happily took a few sips of the drink, allowing the sweet liquid to wash over her tongue. "Ooo good choice!"
”She’s down hard…the spirits they served tonight were a step up from that fermented lichen swill.”
"Yeah she mixed a bunch of stuff together and I'm not sure how much she actually drank. But that's okay! I'm just glad she had a chance to loosen up and relax." Maka gave the sleeping Quasit a small squeeze. "She carries so much on her shoulders for us. Besides, who knows when we'll get another chance like this?"
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”…who knows when we'll get another chance like this?"
Fin nods, a wistful smile appearing and then gone. ”Aye…not bloody likely any time in the near future…we’ll be at it again soon enough, that’s for sure.”
He looks over at Sakitu, then leans in and runs his fingers gently thru her hair, his smile reappearing. ”But we can’t let that dull the mood! Q said we’ll rest up tomorrow and then leave for the hut the following morning; we have until then to enjoy this break and I think we should make the most of it!”
Selena is visibly unhappy with Quasit's behavior.
She decides to go find Kalchine.
Upon finding him she simply asks a question "Are you coming to see us off at the hut, or will you say your goodbyes when we leave the fort?" Clearly she's under the impression that Kalchine will be staying behind.
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Knowing Sakitu mentioned spending more alone time earlier, Fin takes her for one more spin on the dance floor. When they get back to the table, Fin nods to Maka. ”I think Sakitu and I might call it an early night Maka…probably best if we take Quasit back and put her to bed,” he says before adding with a grin, ”…then you and Bull can make a late night of it…”
As gently as he can, he picks up Quasit and walks back to the girls’ room with Sakitu. ”Thank you for dancing with me tonight, Hlao-roo; I had a lovely time…”
When they get to the room, after Sakitu pulls back the sheets on Quasit’s bunk, Fin lays Q down gently. Sheepishly looking to Saki, he says, ”You had best undress her for bed, Saki, I’ll wait outside; Q would give me an earful if she found out I’d helped,” he says before he goes to the door…
Fin turns back as he gets to the door, smiling, almost shyly, asking, ”Hlao-roo…if you’re not too tired, after you’ve put Q to bed, we could go back to my room…or perhaps we could take a walk by starlight on the parapets?”
Kalchine is deep in thought when Selena finds him. His ears go up and his eyes go wide in surprise as he looks up from his thoughts to her.
His ears droop and he casts a glance over his shoulder down the hall he just came from. But when he looks back, there is a faint smile on his face.
"Actually, I was thinking of not saying good-bye at all. Fin and Quasit suggested it would be alright for me to come along with you. With Yrax gone, the threat to Spurhorn is greatly lessened and they can do without one more healer," he says.
He looks back one more time then to her. "I just got permission to go with you and I'm hoping the offer to come still stands. After all, I may be lucky and get to visit your world and see the lands that my Mentor told me about when I was growing up."
Selena frowns, "If you come with, that might well be a one way trip, unless we can find a couple planer forks."
Kalchine sighs, his ears wiggling slowly. "I'm aware. It's a big choice, but, honestly, though this is home I don't know that I belong here, really. I was raised first by Chest Thumper's mother, then by my Mentor, who came from your world. I was almost an adult before I was around other Triaxians for any length of time.
"Actually, Triaxian is my second language and the one you speak was my first."
He pauses for a moment. "I don't know if I'm even looking for a place where I do belong or if those exist for me, or anyone else for that matter. I just know that your group is special and that you have great things in your future and I want to help."
When they get back to the table, Fin nods to Maka. ”I think Sakitu and I might call it an early night Maka…probably best if we take Quasit back and put her to bed,” he says before adding with a grin, ”…then you and Bull can make a late night of it…”
"Oh but..." Maka looked down Quasit, not wanting to disrupt her sleep or their snuggle. "Yeah okay. That's a good idea, she's probably out for the night. Maka sure Saki washes Quasit's face off." Helping lift Quasit up and transferring her over to Fin and Saki, Maka gave all three of them a hug good night. As they set off for bed, Maka grabbed Bulvi's hand and pulled him back out onto the dance floor.
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Quasit's facial makeup is a study in entropy. The dark eyeliner is smeared and running down her cheeks and tracks of perspiration cut channels through her facial covering like a flooded river through a delta. Her lip color is mostly rubbed away at this point, except for at the corners of her mouth.
As gently as he can, he picks up Quasit
Almost immediately, a semi-conscious Quasit begins to petulantly whine and struggle.
"No... i duh wanna go..."
"I can't go, I'm the hero uv honor..."
"Iss so hot in here... puh me down, I'm natta baby..."
Somehow she avoids immediately throwing up, but its obvious her stomach is in an uphill battle for control against alien intoxicants.
"Didja see my fang? she adds, pawing vaguely at her chest.
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Fin grimaces as he struggles a bit to keep a hold of the squirming Quasit…
…but he manages to hang on, albeit barely…
Giving a forced smile, he says,calmly, ”Yes, Q, you’re the hero of honor, no doubt…Sakitu and I just didn’t want you to…throw up…in front of the Triaxians as that might not appear…heroic…to them. Please let your…honorary big brother…carry you to your bunk where Saki can put you to bed. You’ll feel better after a good night’s rest…
“And yes, I see your fang; that was a brave and mighty blow you struck Yrax…”
As they head to the room, he looks to Sakitu, hoping she’ll have better words to comfort Quasit…
Maka made her way to leave with Bulvi just as Quasit started to wiggle out of control. Giving Bulvi an apologetic shrug, Maka moved back to help Fin.
Slipping her arm around Quasit, Maka gracefully took her from Fin. "Hey I've got her. You two enjoy some privacy." Maka said with a wink to Fin. "Hey Quasit, why don't we go get some fresh air and look at the stars?"
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Slipping her arm around Quasit, Maka gracefully took her from Fin. "Hey I've got her. You two enjoy some privacy." Maka said with a wink to Fin. "Hey Quasit, why don't we go get some fresh air and look at the stars?"
Quasit eyes go wide as she momentarily comes into focus with reality. ”What, ousside? Look at me, I’m half naked! I’m wearing a big hankerchff! I’ll freeze before you can say Desna’s Frozen Tits!”. This makes Quasit burst into new silly giggles. She gives Maka a performative slug with her fist. ”Yer jes trying to get me alone, aincha?”
She goes limp in Maka’s arms, her arms and head flopping back and hanging in ungainly fashion toward the floor. She starts to sing her Riders on the Hut song again, very out of tune.
Quasit eyes go wide as she momentarily comes into focus with reality. ”What, ousside? Look at me, I’m half naked! I’m wearing a big hankerchff! I’ll freeze before you can say Desna’s Frozen Tits!”.
"I thought you were hot? Besides, you'd never freeze with me around!"
This makes Quasit burst into new silly giggles. She gives Maka a performative slug with her fist. ”Yer jes trying to get me alone, aincha?”
Maka giggled back at Quasit, clearly not bothered by the drunkenly obnoxious state her friend was in. "What, playing coy like some boy? It's like you don't know me at all! I'd just ask if you wanted to go find somewhere to have sex in." Maka locked eyes with Quasit before giving her a toothy grin. "Which obviously I'd like, but you're a bit too drunk and I'm a bit too sober for that right now."
Fin sighs in relief as he hands her over to Maka, saying, ”Thanks, Nárwen, she’s all yours
"No problem. Go, have fun!" Maka said with a wave.
She goes limp in Maka’s arms, her arms and head flopping back and hanging in ungainly fashion toward the floor. She starts to sing her Riders on the Hut song again, very out of tune.
Maka positioned and repositioned to keep a grip on Quasit while supporting her weight. While it was a bit like wrangling a fish, Maka actually had extensive training with that task, and was clearly untroubled by the task. Singing along with Quasit while equally out of tune, Maka made something of a dance out of the situation.
"Okay, well if you don't want to go to bed and you don't want to look at the stars, what would you like to do?" Maka asked during one of Quasit's more lucid moments.
sorry. Normally Quasit is a fun drunk, but some times even fun drunks are obnoxious.
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"What, playing coy like some boy? It's like you don't know me at all! I'd just ask if you wanted to go find somewhere to have sex in."
"You are incordigd...incorribib... incorribig...--.. you're shamelesh."
"...but you're a bit too drunk and I'm a bit too sober for that right now."
"Ha! Neither one of thoash is true! But I keep tellin' ya, I like boys." She sticks her dragon fang into her lower lip. "Especially half orcsh!" she says in a deep scary voice and with bulging eyes. This makes her snort giggle at herself, then she jams the fang into her upper lip and turn her head dramatically sideways. "Or VAMPIRESH!" she says hypnotically, wagging her eyebrows.
"Okay, well if you don't want to go to bed and you don't want to look at the stars, what would you like to do?" Maka asked during one of Quasit's more lucid moments.
Quasit's eyes briefly cross and uncross while this question sinks slowly into her consciousness, then she grabs one of Maka's braids and speaks very seriously.
"Oooooh, tha's a tough one. Puh me down so I can thingk."
"If I wass back home, we'd go to Poppo's, geh a couple loaves of bread, play penny poker for a while, then go knock over an Eagle Knight an' steal hish pants. But they don' have bread here. Or Eagle Knights."
"Hmmmmm... we could assassinate Commander Pharamol, take over Spurhorn, and use it to launch our conquest of Triaxus... naaaaah, too cold."
"Oh! Oh! We cou' go find Izzy and paint him pink! ...Though he might bite our han's off..."
"Ooh! No, I got it -- I been carrying an Elixir of Love around in my pack for weeks! We could --pour it into the punch bowl -- and then watch what happens!"
"NOOO! Wait-Wait!... TARGET PRACTICE! C'mon! Thish'll be great!"
Quasit run-staggers over to the buffet table and lays her hands some big nutty vegetables that look like a cross between rutabagas and coconuts, and grabs a big one.
"Okay, ready? One...Two... Three... PULL!"
She hurls a huge tuber into the air with both hands as high as she can, and promptly falls on her keister again.
"You are incordigd...incorribib... incorribig...--.. you're shamelesh."
"Nope, I just know sex isn't shameful."
"Ha! Neither one of thoash is true! But I keep tellin' ya, I like boys." She sticks her dragon fang into her lower lip. "Especially half orcsh!" she says in a deep scary voice and with bulging eyes. This makes her snort giggle at herself, then she jams the fang into her upper lip and turn her head dramatically sideways. "Or VAMPIRESH!" she says hypnotically, wagging her eyebrows.
Maka laughed heartily at Quasit's antics. "You know you can like both right? Well, you knew it at the centaur camp at least. But a half-orc vampire boyfriend could be interesting."
"If I wass back home, we'd go to Poppo's, geh a couple loaves of bread, play penny poker for a while, then go knock over an Eagle Knight an' steal hish pants. But they don' have bread here. Or Eagle Knights."
"I'll add it to the list of things we need to do when we get home."
"Hmmmmm... we could assassinate Commander Pharamol, take over Spurhorn, and use it to launch our conquest of Triaxus... naaaaah, too cold."
"Definitely too cold for the clothes you're wearing." Maka said with a giggle, finding this option especially silly.
"Oh! Oh! We cou' go find Izzy and paint him pink! ...Though he might bite our han's off..."
"That's...actually, I like that." Maka's eyes widened in delight as she pictured a pink Izzy. "Even when super drunk you have super great ideas!"
"Ooh! No, I got it -- I been carrying an Elixir of Love around in my pack for weeks! We could --pour it into the punch bowl -- and then watch what happens!"
"What? Where did you get an elixir of love? Isn't that...bad?"
"NOOO! Wait-Wait!... TARGET PRACTICE! C'mon! Thish'll be great!"
Quasit run-staggers over to the buffet table and lays her hands some big nutty vegetables that look like a cross between rutabagas and coconuts, and grabs a big one.
"Okay, ready? One...Two... Three... PULL!"
Being in a dancing mood, Maka performed a high kick that sent her leg straight up and her body nearly completely horizontal. Less impressively, the kick also sent a blast of fire which exploded the vegetable midair.
She hurls a huge tuber into the air with both hands as high as she can, and promptly falls on her keister again.
"Hahaha impressed? Oh no!" Maka quickly hurried over to Quasit to help pick her up. "Okay if we want to blow more stuff up we should probably find a better spot for it." Maka said as she looked at the various people upset about being struck with flaming debris.
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"But a half-orc vampire boyfriend could be interesting."
"Pff. Been there, done that." says Quasit in a way that makes it unclear whether she's kidding.
"What? Where did you get an elixir of love? Isn't that...bad?"
"I dunno. Maybe. It depen's on HOW you determine wha's right and wrong.... no wait, that's stupid. I think I got it in Taldor before we met-- to be honest I don' really remember. Seemed like a waste to jus' dump it. Might come in handy someday."
Maka quickly hurried over to Quasit to help pick her up. "Okay if we want to blow more stuff up we should probably find a better spot for it." Maka said as she looked at the various people upset about being struck with flaming debris.
"But... the coco-tatersh are here!" protests Quasit as she's pulled back to her feet. Then she gets the hint and looks around. She blinks a couple times, then laughs again.
Pffffppfpfpfffpfpffff! Hahahaahahaa!"
Then she waves her arms at the room and stands on her tiptoes.
"WHATRE YOUALL SHTARING AT?! RAAHHH!" she hollers in Triaxian.
"Pff. Been there, done that." says Quasit in a way that makes it unclear whether she's kidding.
"No you haven't." Maka said with a laugh and a dismissive wave. "You would have bragged about that way more if you had."
"I dunno. Maybe. It depen's on HOW you determine wha's right and wrong.... no wait, that's stupid. I think I got it in Taldor before we met-- to be honest I don' really remember. Seemed like a waste to jus' dump it. Might come in handy someday."
"Yeah that doesn't sound right. Let's just leave the love potion in your pack."
"WHATRE YOUALL SHTARING AT?! RAAHHH!" she hollers in Triaxian.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
"Hey...Quasit." Maka gently placed her hand on Quasit's shoulder. "Are you alright? Did I make you mad?" The fire monk asked timidly, Quasit's attempt at intimidation clearly having worked.
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"Hey...Quasit." Maka gently placed her hand on Quasit's shoulder. "Are you alright? Did I make you mad?" The fire monk asked timidly
Quasit looks around at Maka, completely surprised. "What? No! Why would you...?" Her soggy mind churns a little. "Oh, the shouting? No, no, no, I'm jus' messing aroun'.... " She sighs and rubs her palm across her eyebrows. "Oops. I did it again."
She lifts her other hand to the room and waves it a little, still cradling her forehead with the other.
"SORRY... SORRY... Send me the bill..." she says meekly in Common, though it's unclear precisely what she thinks she did.
"Oh Maka... I cou' never be mad ad you. I jus'... I alwaysh take things too far..." she says, removing her hand from her face to look pitifully at her friend. By now her face looks like a diseased raccoon, with makeup smeared all over.
She sighs. "I shou' probly jus' go to bed... or maybe I'll go find Ches' Thumper and we can sing drinking songs!" She begins to stagger out of the room.
"Oh Maka... I cou' never be mad ad you. I jus'... I alwaysh take things too far..." she says, removing her hand from her face to look pitifully at her friend. By now her face looks like a diseased raccoon, with makeup smeared all over.
A wave of relief washed over Maka as she wrapped Quasit in a back breaking hug. "Oh good! I was really worried. I didn't know you could be that scary."
She sighs. "I shou' probly jus' go to bed... or maybe I'll go find Ches' Thumper and we can sing drinking songs!" She begins to stagger out of the room.
"Let's...maybe leave Thumper alone? He plays kinda rough." Maka said as she followed Quasit, arms at the ready in case Quasit needed help staying upright. "Why don't we just sing together?"
Maka's mind raced to think of a drinking song, but all the ones it came up with were in Vudrani. Eventually she was able to remember a drinking song in common that Hace had taught her. "Ninety-Nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-nine bottles of beer! You take one down, pass it around, Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall..."
Kalchine sighs, his ears wiggling slowly. "I'm aware. It's a big choice, but, honestly, though this is home I don't know that I belong here, really. I was raised first by Chest Thumper's mother, then by my Mentor, who came from your world. I was almost an adult before I was around other Triaxians for any length of time.
"Actually, Triaxian is my second language and the one you speak was my first."
He pauses for a moment. "I don't know if I'm even looking for a place where I do belong or if those exist for me, or anyone else for that matter. I just know that your group is special and that you have great things in your future and I want to help."
Selena doesn't seem convinced. "Keep in mind that we are going to assault a power hungry queen that is overstepping her bounds and trying to drown our world in conflict and take out the great Baba Yaga. It won't be fun and games the whole way. Yrax is nothing to what we are preparing to face. I'm a noble of Irrisen, and thus I know the powers of the greatest of witches, which we will be facing."
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"Oh good! I was really worried. I didn't know you could be that scary."
Quasit is feeling maudlin enough to return this hug with backbreaking gusto of her own.
"Being scary isn't hard when your mind is like a dozen wet skunks in a bag."
"Ninety-Nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-nine bottles of beer! You take one down, pass it around, Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall..."
Quasit listens to Maka silently for a bit, then says: "I don't know that one. And it seems kinda repetitive."
"Do you know this one?"
The melody is slow and sweet and keening, a lonely soldier's lament.
"I sit here with the campfire sizzle
In the endless chilly drizzle
And dream of my Molly ao far away
Flowing hair like honey fair
Sweetest laughter anywhere
Cruel beauty, she left me betrayed
Molly, she keeps my soul within her bell jar
And she keeps my heart in her teeeeth.
And she runs all around with every man in the town
And her cruel eyes give no relief."
She walks along the hallway, feeling along the wall with one hand to steady herself.
"There's more verses. All the best songs are about wicked women, aren't they?"
Her hand goes to her mouth suddenly and she tenses.
"Yup. Here it comes."
And she hunches forward to vomit for the next minute and a half.
"Being scary isn't hard when your mind is like a dozen wet skunks in a bag."
"I don't know what that means, but I'll assume it was clever." A confused Maka said without a hint of sarcasm.
"I sit here with the campfire sizzle
In the endless chilly drizzle
And dream of my Molly ao far away
Flowing hair like honey fair
Sweetest laughter anywhere
Cruel beauty, she left me betrayedMolly, she keeps my soul within her bell jar
And she keeps my heart in her teeeeth.
And she runs all around with every man in the town
And her cruel eyes give no relief."
Maka hummed along in enjoyment of the song, but silence took her as the lyrics began to claw at her heart.
"There's more verses. All the best songs are about wicked women, aren't they?"
"I guess so." Maka flatly replied. "But was she really OH..." Maka was interrupted as Quasit began to vomit. "Oh Quasit, it's okay, yeah, let it out." Maka held Quasit's hair and patted her back.
"So...do you really think the woman in the song was wicked?" Maka asked once Quasit had finished emptying her stomach and a moment of silence had settled.
Kalchine's ears droop a bit. "I know this is not some grand adventure. The fact that the stakes are so high is all the more reason for me to come with you. Yrax was nothing compared to what you plan to face. That means that it's more important to help you face what's coming than it is to stay here and fight more Yraxes."
His ears perk a little with a wry smile. "Besides, I saw how handily you dealt with Yrax. He barely was anything to you."
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"So...do you really think the woman in the song was wicked?" Maka asked once Quasit had finished emptying her stomach and a moment of silence had settled.
Strings of slobber hang from Quasit’s mouth and she spits weakly over and over to rid herself of them, then finally just wipes her hand across her mouth. ”Uh huh.” she answers. ”The other verses… unngggh….oh wow… should we clean this up? Ugggghh, I feel awful….”
She takes a quick inventory of her spattered dress and slippers and groans. She wipes her wet hand across her skirts lamely, then lays her forehead into the cool rock of the nearby wall.
”Ohhhuugghnn… if Pharasma has any pity she’ll take me nooowww.” she moans. ”Everything is spinning… “ She gags violently a couple times, but there’s nothing more to expel except for dry misery. Tears roll from her eyes from the effort, and her nose drips clear mucus.
”Sugar an’ spice an’ everything nice, tha’s wha’ li’l girlsh are made of…” she gurgles, half-aware.
Kalchine's ears droop a bit. "I know this is not some grand adventure. The fact that the stakes are so high is all the more reason for me to come with you. Yrax was nothing compared to what you plan to face. That means that it's more important to help you face what's coming than it is to stay here and fight more Yraxes."
His ears perk a little with a wry smile. "Besides, I saw how handily you dealt with Yrax. He barely was anything to you."
"Well, I am a witch myself. But if you're tagging along, I just need to know, when you die, do you want reincarnated into a new random body?" She asks totally seriously.