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Fear is the mind killer, the little death...
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Conga line! Oh my, I don't dance very well....as long as no one pulls my tail, I'll try! Edit:used wrong avatar
*scribbles in notebook*
If he gets selected Saturday wouldn't mind the company :3Oooh, yay! Saturday and Sam are both members of the "This is still better than home" club! I mean, yeah, Cheliax is bad and all, but beats being in Nidal or Ustalav! I'll take either of those over the WorldWound, thank you. I've also choose tagging along, so this should be interesting! What if everyone picked is a Tag along?
Leave it real creatures to be scarier than our imagination.
Well, you are a tad creepy... *hugs*
Last time we met, we where in a meat grinder. This time, I believe the odds of sudden random death syndrome will be reduced. Be and Mirai having met and established a relationship before is a good match for me as well! Now if memory serves, Lydia, Davina Eradon, Samrariel are all worshipers as well. Lotta us looking up to the pretty lady.
Into to Bebaushie:
The table could easily seat a dozen people, but only one sits at it obscured by dozens of dishes, mugs, glasses, bowls and books. Either she doesn’t notice you or ignores you as you sit next to her, scribbling with painful slowness in a book. Reading it from your angle, you can see it is a list. Rhubarb pie Hate
The books cover a selection of topics, most are poetry or history, one is a thesauruses and another is titled Demon to Person Translation: Tips and tricks for speaking the language. She constantly refers to this book, sounding out words sometimes a dozen or more times. A long tail lashes between the dishes and cups, bringing a constant influx of food and drink to her full lips, turning pages on books and scratching behind her ears. She is tall for a women, just under six feet, and heavier than she looks, her chair groaning with each movement. Brilliant red hair cascades down her back and shoulders dragging on the floor as she sits. Small black horns lance out above glittering scarlet eyes, framed with thick lashes, eyes that now look to you. You’ve seen that look before, in feral animals, once loved now abandoned to the street. Hungry, angry, desperate, looking for someone to help, anyone at all. So, you need to know about me? I am Bebaushie, my father was a Paladin of Shylen and my mother a Succubus. I was born in an underground fortress in the worldwound, I watched my mother break my father and I escaped with him a few months ago. That’s all I want to say about that, your mortal imagination cannot compare to the reality. Father was born in this city, I…I don’t know his name, he lost it before I could talk, but before he passed after our escape he asked me to bring him here. I came here to learn about him if I could, and myself. And father, we cremated him, I have him with me…at least, until I can find our family. I don’t know your ways, Mortal, I am learning, but it is hard. Money, marriage, property, SKY? How do we not fly into the air…you humans give each other bits of shiny metal for things you want? Aren’t you strong enough to take it?!?
But, I’m learning so many new things, there is so much…niceness here. But it is hard. Can you help me, please? I really need help.. I took Tagging Along, it is most likely she would be at the protests to keep an eye on her friend...and vice versa!
Waves at Rysky and AC.
Full character bio and description will have to be done in the AM, for this character. I've only one computer and my spawn are using it for homework and typing on this tablet is an exercise in frustration. Be is also not a local, she was born in the Worldwound and only recently escaped, having arrived here after running as far as she could. For character link ups, persons of interest for her would be
A short character snapshot of her would: a rescue pit bull, forced to fight and claw for survival and scraps. Now out of that, she would much rather gather belly rubs and ear scratchs, but she needs help to get to that point.
This is a GM scotty' sheet. I will have a character write up tomorrow morning or evening.
... Tom would like you so hard. I'll have Kio rolling soon.
The blood spilled all over the place drove pins and needle of excitement into Bebaushie's body. The smell of blood bringing a hot flush to her cheeks and a quickness to her breath. Carefully and as gently as she was able, she lifts Mirais's injured hand to look at it. That looks bad, you don't look to be in good shape. Kill her, she is weak, own her, make her yours, she is soft, SOFT,SOFT, take HER AND HER LIFE...NO. I AM NOT MOTHER, I AM A GOOD GIRL!! You...really, should stay back some. I can take a beating, more than you right now, trust me, I can handle I lot. It's what I do. Mother always told me I wasn't her favorite child, just her hardest to kill... She opens the door after everyone is prepared or she is told to do so.
Looking on at Mirais pain, blood and screams, she reacts to neither even as she looks directly on. Confused by the events, Bebaushie stays still, alert for danger. A confused expression covers her face as strange and new ideas are presented to her. They, they are helping her...why are they doing that? Is this what people do? She..she isn't threatening them, or begging, she didn't make a trade? That...that's weird...and...wonderful? Are people all like this? Mirais, pretty red head, you should stay behind me...it is safer, I think, for you.
What are antelopes? Why are they chasing the puppies?
Possibly a Little Over much:
Staring at the Cloth Covered Women, a mix of emotions play across her face in terrible succession. Wrath, Fear, Uncertainty, Longing, Hope... I..don't have...to punish myself...for making a mistake?!? Then who will do it? Mother's dead I think, maybe, if I don't do it she'll find out...and she'll be angry again....last time she was angry ...no, she might not make me whole again...she might...I can't ...Stupid child, flawed misbegotten half human whelp of a songbird, least of her daughters, lowest of her spawn...dead, she's going to kill me, grandmother, please help me, please help your least of family... Hands shaking she breathes raggedly, making entries to Noticula for help in a black language. Near the end she, closes her eyes and recites a nursery rhyme in Celestial. It seems to calm her more than anything else. Thank you, father...
Will have time to post in the morning, still playing catch up, may be responding in character to older posts, I will use a spoiler to keep it under wraps.
What in the devil are you talking about girl? One does not eat people. Just be patient and this will be sorted presently. erm...uhhhh..gah...OK, right good people don't eat good people! What about bad people or slightly indifferent? No, BAD BEBAUSHIE, BAD...NO EATING PEOPLE, BAD GIRL! Slaps face with her hand hard enough to to be heard through the room and out the door.
Glad you are better, sorry but work and drama are tearing me up at the moment, it should improve soon...I hope!
Bebaushie, smelling the wonderful food, prepares to dig in but stops at Quentin's comment. Sort of jerk sets teh table like this and makes it a test? I'm getting hungry...dwarf is really tough, I can't eat the doll, I'm not suposed to eat friends, so Tricksy Boy is out...Mirais looks like fun later...that leaves the Mortal. You don't look like you have much meat on you.
We hopes our whispers feels better soon!
*looks up at mention of poking*
Well, I've seen plants and roses before, just not real ones. Mother had a palace in her mothers Islands. The Midnight Islands, but her home was near the World Wound. It was underground, very pretty, in some parts, less in others. You need magic to get in and out, so I seldom got out. I spent some time in the palace, I even met mothers mother once! She was really nice and super scary! But, any way, some boys came and killed her and everything else there but me. failed failed failed to stop them stop mothers death mothers death bad stupid girl, ungrateful girl, bad girl...no, not mother, not bad, good. I am a good girl! I'm a good girl! That's what the boys in shiny armor said, I'm not bad like mother. Well, not as bad maybe. Enters room, weapon ready.
Yes, yours? Are they your friends, do they serve you, or do you serve one of them? Are they your servants? Your guards, playthings maybe, toys? is one of them your...whats the word mortals use... boy..friend, mate, husband, significant other..? Frekhi is my first friend, I haven't had one before. Other things, not friends yet. It's really strange... He will serve, he is weak, all the boys look like straw, red looks strong, powerful, commanding. Is she stronger or weaker...Nonononononono that's mother talking, I'm not mother, I won't be like her. Yes no yes no yes nonononono Bebaushie grits her teeth momentary, lips pulling back in a feral snarl as a low rumble works it's way up from her belly. I'm NOT like her, I am not my mother... BIG SMILE :) So, what do I have to do to get a talking dolly like...Rose? Rose, that's a nice name, it was my mothers favorite perfume, I love the smell and the flower when I saw it for the first time a few weeks ago. Do you have thorns little dolly? Will you try and make me bleed if I pick you up?
?!? The dolly talks? I never had a talking dolly...I'm sad now, can I get one? The elf use a lot of big words. They hurt my head, is he yours also? Can the dwarf talk? If you don't want to be attacked the kitchen is fine, I'd like some fun soon however. Bebaushie moves and opens the door to the kitchen, alert for danger.
Red, red, red head, not to be dead, Mirais covered in cloth, I wonder if she is soft, she acts like she's a boss. Talky boy, pointed ears, big words boy, wordsy talky boy. Quiet dwarf, old dwarf, yup, much to old, no old dwarf, quiet dwarf. Talking dolly, pretty dolly. make them mine, make them obey, make them pray, nonononononono, I'm good, have them as friends like friend Frekhi, tricksy boy toy friend...
Mother, priestess of Nocticula and succubus. Born as bad as they come, I didn't reach 3rd level being a nice girl. But the shiny priests say I'm not all bad, just, mostly the spawn of evil. Something about me lacking the brains to be a true terror to the world, what ever that means. This whole money, friend, respecting personal boundaries and property thing is new. At mothers lair, you took what you wanted or earned what you where given, and mothers will was law. Besides, I have decided I like Frekhi. He's cute!
Tiefling Trio and Freinds: The kitchen sounds good, I am a little hungry. I'm not crazy or evil, the church said so! Just...not like most people. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be mean, stupid stupid Bebaushie, bad Bebaushie, bad bad bad bad..
Pretty red, not so dead, could have been a friend, now scared you'll make her dead, why the cloth, she looks nice, boy toy tricksy boy, scaredy red head, short dwarf, little dolly, so many playthings today. Invisible things? Play things? Are the dwarf and the dolly yours? You have nice toys.
Just because your inner monologue doesn't mean it, doesn't mean its not true.
Bad, Bad Company until the day I die!: With feral snarl, Babaushie moves between friend Frekhi and the clothed person. Her glaive is held ready, stance crouched, tail lashing and her bat like wings spread wide. HE'S MINE! YOU WON'T HURT HIM!!! MINE, MINE, MINE MY BOY TOY MY TRICKSY BOY MY FRIEND YOU WON'T GET HIM HE IS MINE MY FRIEND!! Still growling low in her throat, she doesn't attack, but makes her presence felt. Pretty girl, red head girl, pretty hair, make the boys stare, are you safe or do you lay their bones bare? No flesh to share, none laid bare, you're covered all up, save face and hair, why, are you frightened to share? Are you worth my time? Perhaps, I will add you and make a pair...make your self plain, or will rend you from throat to down there....
My busy season is here as well, so I am working at capacity. No worries!
Gm Whispers and Friend Frekhi: At the noise, Bebaushie instantly turns her weapon and attention toward the sound. Her lips are peeled back in a feral grimace, a nasty snarl rips its way loose from her throat, eyes narrowed into small slits of wrath as her tail lashes around her.
A deep rumble escapes her lips as she regains her composure. What was that? Should we check it out...Friend??? Frekhi?? I like that word! Friend..fr..iend friend friend friend! It tastes and sounds different! It's different to say! It's..it's like the first time I saw the sun, kinda bright, hard to look at, but Nice! Why would you call me friend or why would you laugh at me?
DM Whispers and Tricksy Boy: Right, where are we? This room. I don't know who put me...us here. Why, I don't know. It's not like one of mothers dungeons, no screaming, no toys, no minions or servants. No one in charge. I left a room with a stinky black pool and came here, with the desk and the couch. Then you. Was the way out where you came from?
Turning abruptly, Bebaushie looks the room over more carefully, well with as much care and attention as she is able to muster! Couch Desk Stopping after she looks around, several thoughts catch up with her. I said that wrong didn't I, you belonging to me? I don't own you, you're not...not my thing..property..slave..I'm not sure what word to use for you? They mean mostly the same thing in Abyssal, I don't have much practice with this soft? meat? tasty? Ah! human speech. Why wouldn't you laugh at me?
GM Whispers and Tricksy Boy: I know two things well, both are fun and sometimes a combine the them.
I am a warrior. I KILL STUFF AND HURT PEOPLE...that's what I can do. I really can't do much else, tricksy boy, mother never taught me much else. Well, other than the other thing I'm good at. PLEASE, tell me what you need to get me out of here. If you can, I promise to show the other thing I'm good with until you get bored with me! I really don't know how to do much else. You can laugh at me, everyone does. Stupid, simple Bebaushie! Just..tell me what to do, where do I start, what can I do? No he is yours, you tell him what to do! Make him or break him! Nonononononononono, he his mine, but not like that, the shining men called it...ally? not enemy...I'm so confused, why did mother die, she would know what to do...nonononono she's gone, we can make our own way! BUT I WAS BETTER WITH HERE IN COMMAND I WASN'T CONFUSED AND I WAS ONLY SCARED OF HER! I can make my own way my way my way my way, today so I say, I say my way today
GM Whispers and Frekhi: Tricksy boy then, tricksy boy toy, toy tricksy boy, not running not running, not afraid, not afraid. Out, I want out of here, not alone, not alone, got a tricksy boy. Sharp hands tricksy boy, belongs to me now, mine mine mine mine.
Well, I have those as well. Now, you're mine. Please, get me out of here. Please? Her tali wraps around his waist and gives it a powerful squeeze at the last remark before she turns around to the room. What do you need to get me out of here, Frekhi?
Warning, Bebaushie is probably pushing the limits in some regards. If her dialog and inner dialog make people uncomfortable, let me know an I will dial her back.
GM Whispers and Frekhi: I would like to leave here, yes. The room I woke up in smelled really bad and had a pool of black goo in it. It smelled icky. I threw up some. I should let you know, I only know a couple of things well. I am great in battle, it's fun for me you see, and mother trained me well in it. I'm not good at much else, so...I really need help to get out of here. Mother always told me I was an idiot.
Not running, good, yes, not alone, don't know him, no weapons, not really scary...kinda cute for a boy...I hope he can help me out of here. What does he do? Not a warrior...could be a pretty boy toy, can he cook...no weapons, pitiful armor...tricksy boy? What are you, a tricksy boy? You don't have any weapons and I've worn heavier stuff to bed that your armor. Are you a pretty boy? Do you belong to to someone else? Still doesn't move away as she speaks, her long tail moves to and fro as she talks, poking his armor, moving some hair from his face so she can see it better, curling around each limb as she grasps it to test its muscles. Not strong, not a warrior, weaker, weak little boy, weak child, little boy, not strong, lesser, lesser, boy boy boy, male servant, servant, below, slave object, property, take him, he can't stop us, he is less, make him bow to you...NO, Not mine, not a thing, a person, not a servant.
Boys with dolls, creepy? Is it wrong I enjoyed freaking Frekhi out so much?
Gm and Frekhi: Seeing Frekhi's clear discomfort, she moves directly in front of him, little more than the width of a hand between them. Looking up, at him she locks her eyes on his.
I do not mean to hurt you, you do not need to be afraid of me. You have not done anything to me. I do not know how I got here. I was traveling from the last town, it was boring and stale, no more fun to be had there. I slept alone at an inn and then dressed. Last I remember I was eating breakfast. Then I woke up here, alone. I don't like being alone. She remains where she is waiting for his reply, clearly unaware of his personal boundaries. Don't run, don't run, don't run I will attack attack attack attack, nononononononono, mother would have me attack wait wait wait wait he is not less than me not below nonononono. There is more than stronger and weaker now, more more more. You don't need to own him or kill him, he can be equal eqaul eqauleqaul. He is a HE IS BELOW YOU BELOW YOuR STRENGTH A LESSER BEING!!! Use him and discard him, use and kill use and kill use and kill. NONONONONONO, . I will treat him nice, I will be a good girl Big smiles!
Spoiler: Kill him chain him break him bind him lash him take him...no, no, mother is gone, no. I will be good...
Through streaming tears Bebaushie turns to appraise to newcomer. She unabashedly looks him over for an uncomfortable length of time. I'm Bebaushie. I'm lost and I'm scared and I don't like this place. I don't think you could hurt me much, even if I let you. What's your name? Of average height, truly astounding features and figure she easily moves the heavy glaive with ease and wears her armor with grace, implied strength beyond what her delicate features imply. Her tail flips her long hair out of her face. She stretches her small bat wings and closes the distance to the man, small silver chains on her ankles, wrists and neck clinking softly.
GM Whispers: Be silent or call out...I'm so alone here...I don't like being alone...is there anybody here...why am I here...I don't know what to do...what to do...what to do...what to do...I wish there was some one to tell me what to do...I'm scared...I'd rather die than be alone...die...die...die...alone...die alone...die alone...DIE ALONE......
um..., that was a stupid...stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid, bad bad bad bad bad bad, stupid Bebaushie. Now ever bad thing here knows where you are and their going to kill you. Mother was right, I'm hopeless...I'm a stupid, bad girl...bad things like me are going to get me now... Begins to cry quietly, overwhelmed by her confusing surroundings and emotions.
DM Whispers: Quickly checking the straps on her armor, Bebaushie shoulders her pack and grabs her Glaive. Its heavy weight in her hands was a comfort, small but needed. Her anklets, bracelets and necklaces still clung to her in their normal spots, the silver chains a reminder of her lost home, both comfort and shame.
Eewwwww, yucky. Moving around the edge of the room as far away from the smelly pit as possible, Beba hopefully gets to the door and pushes it open with the butt of her polearm.
Why, oh, why DM Wispers?: After retching loudly for a moment, Bebaushie gains control of her self, at least for the moment.
First thing she does is to look around the room for clear threats and the source of the smell.
Secondly, she looks for her weapons and determines what she is wearing. Armor, nothing, her pretty dress, her regular clothing? Finally, knowing only battle and the sin of Lust, she checks her body out for signs of either, or both depending on the night before! If there are no clear threats, next she look for the way out (door) and at what ever the blue lines are.
Well, HELLO hot and sneaky.
I was born and made ready!
Hmmmmm..... Int 5 LOL! Yup, this is my first natve outsider in a while.
Ooohh, an ange...no, that's a dwarf. He's soooo old, but, I guess experience has its place. Looks sturdy, but, he's so weak...hmmmmmm.
This should be fun! Three spawn of evil, each from a different source of wickedness. Now, just waiting to see what the others bring. Some of them look kinda...cute! But, just a little to frail for my tastes... Mirais looks sturdy enough...Frekhi looks attractive.
I want to go first!
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