Huzzah!/!
Elgan shivers and grins a predatory grin.
"Ah kent he'p it! He's jes' sew dang cute! An' ah'm curious. Ah jes gots teh know whur he's goin'!" The druid tells Pip in a burst of fangirl-esqe glee.
In a flash the druid is in the form of a (normal) hare, and follows the waistcoated rabbit like a bowshot.
Pip grins
"Follow dat wabbit!"
Emrael shakes her head, but she follows the bard. She murmurs, "Why do I think there's more to this? Right - because there always is."
You see the rabbit at a clearing. He's at the verge of a hole in the shrubbery, about to go in. He's looking at the pocketwatch nervously.
He espies his followers; sighs in relief, and says "You're not dogs. You're not werewolves, though, are you?"
Elgan shifts back into his elf form, (He tends to think of his 'normal' form as just another animal shape he can take lately)
"Naw, we're jes' normal folk. Yew know, dat kin take on demigods en sech on eh guud day."
"Normal is probably not accurate, but no, not werewolves."
"I'm very very late. Glad you're not werewolves. Who is normal, anyway?" he scratches his left ear, and taps his foot like a dog being scratched.
"Dat makes tew uv us." Elgan says sincerely.
"If'n yeh don' mine me axin, Whar are yeh late tew? Iz der anyt'ing we kin dew teh hep?"
"I'm late! For a very important date! You see, I've been called to tea,.....can you make time stop? At precisely tea time?"
"When, precisely, is teatime? And why do you need time to stop?" Altai looks dubiously at the anthromorphic rabbit.
"When the clock strikes four, everyone stops for tea!!!!
Because, I'm late!!!" he starts revving up to head for the hole in the tangled brush.
"It is, theoretically, possible to momentarily halt the passage of time. It is not, however, possible to very much while time stands still." Altai almosts starts on a weighty metaphysical explanation, but catches himself. "Also, being a little late for tea is no big deal."
"Not to you perhaps.....oh, why do I bother?...." he galumphs towards the hole in the shrubbery, and is through it.
Elgan looks after the rabbit, then back to the others.
"Mebbe he's hosting sumwun verra impertent?" He offers tentatively. He shrugs.
"Er mebbe rabbits iz all jest a little off in deh hed. Ah neveh reely tawked tew dem much. Deh wolves en sech wuz much betteh at conversatin'." He confesses.
"That might be it." The elf nods agreeably. "He did seem open to some help even if we weren't sure what he needed. Shall we follow?"
"I could go either way. It could be interesting even though the man-hare seemed more than a little... off."
"Er mebbe rabbits iz all jest a little off in deh hed.
The rabbit looks at Elgan; "wu.....what have you heard?" he asks nervously.
"I could go either way. It could be interesting even though the man-hare seemed more than a little... off."
"Off? What do you mean 'off?' Oh.....this is disconcerting!!!! What to do? Damned if I do?"
Pip strums a soothing riff
"Time keeps on slipping
Slipping
Into the future..."
He straightens and grins
"Tell us how we can help and we will do what we can to make you on time"
"I don't know. Can you make me faster, or time slower? That it does, Mr. Miller. It keeps on keeping on. Can you make me fly like an eagle?"
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Pip produces a brass tube from his bandoleer.
"I can't make you fly like an eagle, but this can."
He begins to strum faster
"I CAN make you faster, so that you can fly faster than an eagle"
"AnAhKinGiveYewARideONenEagle!" Elgan says in a blur as the Haste spell takes effect.
"If'n yeh want." he adds at a more normal-sounding voice, then shifts into a Man-sized bird.
Elgan tries not to look too intimidating to the waist-coated rabbit, But when your a 5' eagle there is only so much you can do with a razor sharp beak and talons the size of daggers. He grins reassuringly, then decides that might not be the best look to show a nervous rabbit. He bends down, offering his back to the rabbit.
At the appearance of ElganEagle, he definitely hauls rabbit butt through the rabbit hole, and is now gone.
Pip grimaces
"Well, should we try to follow?"
Elgan flows back into the form of an elf. For a moment he is covered in white rabbit fur, then it retreats into his usual smooth elvish skin.
"Um,... Sorree?" He calls into the hole. He looks at the others sheepishly. (For a moment, he starts to flow into an actual sheep, then back into an elf.)
"Ah shoulda seen that comin', huh?" He asks with embarrassment.
"Well,... If'n we don't follow him, how iz we gonna know if'n we kin he'p him?" He asks, grinning.
You guys going?
"Yeah, let's go. I could use a cup of tea."
"Hey-ho, down the rabbit hole we go!"
"LAst wun in iz eh durty cotton-tail!" Elgan cries gleefully, hurling himself into the hole headfirst, as a rabbit,...
You step into the hole.
You're falling down a vortex, like the Tardis in Dr. Who.
You see a milk cow, lazily spiral around you, as you go.
Emrael waves to the spinster-woman on the bicycle as we fall past. She hardly notices as it turned into a broom and she zooms off, however.
"how now brown cow!"
Pip grins maniacally as the tumble down the rabbit hole
"Wherever we land at least they'll have tea on! I do so love a buttie and a cuppa after a long day!"
The cow goes 'moo.'
The cow goes 'moo.'
"Oh My. How rude." Elgan says in a very high-pitched, prissy sounding (almost mechanical) voice.
"Dere's no need fer dat kinda tawk!" The druid shouts after the cow as they tumble away from each other.
"Yeh know, Ah t'ought dat dis would be more dizzy-fying. Iz actually kinda peaceful." Elgan says as they tumble lazily downwards,...
heh heh
you can see a ball of something growing bigger as you head toward it via the wind tunnel. It looks kinda like a soccer ball i.e. divided into squares, and it gets bigger and bigger. It's not a ball; it's too big.
More like a moon floating in the night sky.....a moon divided into a square grid pattern.
Pip gulps
"That's no moon..."
"Dat's uh,... Um,... WHut IZ it, anyhoo?"
It gets bigger, until it is a land with a horizon. You stand on firmament. All the trees and bushes are cut as if into square patterns.
There is grass, it seems uniform. Everything seems uniform here.
Squares, and angles, and triangles, but not curves.....
"Squaresville, man. Real Squaresville."
Looking around, "A memory eludes me. A memory of a land such as this..."
"Squaresville, man. Real Squaresville."
Exactimundo.
Looking around, "A memory eludes me. A memory of a land such as this..."
Never heard of it; am wikipediaing it now.
It is "three dimensional," though......it almost looks scuplted by a groundskeeper, but.....there's too damn much for one guy or even an army to have done with gardening shears.
"Are we in Mechanus, perhaps? Where else could maniacal order like this be imagined, much less maintained?"
"No wonder the rabbitiod was nervous about being late. The axiomites do not appreciate deviations from the norm."
Elgan looks around.
"Purty." He says, nonplussed.
Then, without changing expressions, he repeats his usual.
"Dat jest ain't raight."
"Let's find our Lagomorphic friend, shall we? I could use a good tea"
You can see him, speeding off towards the north really fast.
You smell a campfire perhaps, something burning to the west.
Huzzzah!!!!
"Let's go!"
Pip follows the disappearing rabbit
He heads north for a good mile or two, hopping 30 feet in the air intermittently like some John Carter of mars Buggs Bunny cartoon.
He reaches a river. More like a canal, for it has a perfectly straight bank on both sides; it's a good 1/4 mile across this river. There's another squared off piece of real estate on the other side.
He's talking to a guy with a little fording barge up ahead.