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Glad to hear your mom is feeling better narrater. I agree with the others, don't worry about us. It was a fun game while it lasted, and you did an admirable job of trying to keep it going. I'll admit my disappearing didn't help, so I want to apologize again for that.
Sorry to hear about your mom, Narrater, I hope she gets better soon. I apologize for my not posting. I have no excuses, I've just been distracted. I'm going to try to be more vigilant.
Drusilla stood next to her sister as she talked. The fight was over, and her newly discovered sibling was unharmed. A feeling of relief passed over the young girl, a feeling she did not often have. Looking at the others around, she noticed the sheriff for perhaps the first time. Relaxing her stance a bit, she took a step back as Ileana spoke, and lightened her posture. She glanced around the scene, looking at the damage done and the strange creatures themselves. What could have caused this? she thought to herself.
Noticing Ileana act just a split second quicker, Drusilla almost cracks a smile, and a greater calm comes over her.
Her expression cold, save for a slight frown of concentration, Drusilla quickened her pace, matching here sister's, then pushing a bit further. These creatures were clearly unnatural, though to what extent she couldn't be sure. The changeling girl's focus was pure, her vision clear. She would let none of them hurt Ileana. Her knuckles were nearly white as she clutched the dagger in her hand tighter, her nails digging into her palm. Standing next to her sister, she readied to fend of any creatures that threatened her.
Sorry, brainfarted. Didn't seem to realize it was my turn.
Drusilla stays by the side of her sister, more concerned with the other girls state than the throngs of panicked people around her. Readying the knife in her hand, she follows Ileana's lead, ready to engage any creatures that threaten either of them, but at this point taking no initiative to do so.
Are we just waiting on the evil creatures' actions?
Along side her sister, Drusilla felt empowered. Something felt right, even throught the chaos around her. She focused her vision, in an attempt to get a better look at the creatures.
...but she could not make out much more of their form, other than the unnaturalness of it.
Drusilla moves steadily towards the commotion, matching pace with Ileana. She grips the knife in her hand tightly, preparing for battle.
Hearing the scream, Drusilla instinctively fell into a fighting stance, here knees bent her back arched. She moved to reach for her sword, but again, it was not there. The kitchen knife she had secreted on her body fell from it's place on her arm, but she quickly snatched it up after it hit the stones at her feet. As Ileana followed the woman called Sera towards the noise, the wild girl quickened her pace, and a cold calm began settling over her. She nodded at her sister.
I apologize again, I have not been a good player, and I'm going to try to be better. I'm actually going to drop my other game, so I'm hoping that helps. Will resume posting on monday.
Drusilla's nose crinkled at the inquisitor's words. There was something about here that was off-putting, an ugliness that was hidden beneath the surface. She wondered for a moment what the woman was talking at all, as she imagined maggots spilling out of her mouth. She looked to Ileana, wondering if she saw the same thing. All these new and odd people... She fidgeted a bit more, with the knife under her arm, and looked at the councilwoman. She decided to try to day something. "I am Drusilla, and This Is My Sister Ileana. We are new to town, and are here to mourn the Professor's passing."
Drusilla understood her sisters words, but felt ill at ease without her sword. It had been odd enough at the bar without it, especially with the odd Half orc, but she was resigned to do right by Ileana. Before they left, Drusilla walked into the kitchen and borrowed one of the larger steak knives and tucked it unto her belt. It was no sword, but it would have to do for now. She would have to find a dagger later.
Drusilla stood at the ready by her sister's side, arms hanging low, but her thumb fidgeting. She had never had to hide a weapon before and it was a bit uncomfortable. She realized this might draw undue attention to herself, so she crossed her arms, stuffing her hand in her armpit to hold it still. She attempted an awkward smile at the councilwoman as well, trying to mimic Ileana. It felt odd, but she did her best to look friendly.
Sorry about the week long absence. Longest brain fart ever. I'll do my best to not have it happen again.
Drusilla followed Ileana quietly. She wanted to be helpful, and for now, it seem right to just listen. She noted her sister hiding the daggers on her person, and reached for her sword and belt. She removed the dress as carefully as she could and donned her armor, all the while watching the other girl. She eyed her shield and wondered if she should take it as well. "Do you expect a fight?" she puzzled, cocking her head. The words of the others had made it seem there was only more talking to be done, but she was not sure. The attitude of the townsfolk a while ago did not seem welcome. Though the bar had been...it was all quite odd.
Drusilla did her best to make an awkward and forced smile at the children. She was not used to such...not thinking ones in any case. The only young creatures she knew were wild pigs and deer, and the occasional wolf cub. When Ileana mentioned that they were twins, she felt warm again. She had feared, and it seemed now with little reason, that she had been horribly wrong. The fact that the other girl had called upon their apparent relation so casually made her proud. A sister! Looking at Zokar,
She squinted and frown a little at hearing her words out loud. She had wanted to sound friendly like her sister, but the words felt odd.
Laying still in the bed, trying to mimic the posture of Ileana, the girl listened to the question and stared at the ceiling. It was an odd sensation, having such find blankets and sleeping in an actual bed. It was comfortable, there was no denying it, but alien. She had for so long slept in a shallow pit in the ground or a crowded burrow with here gnomish brothers. Finally, she faced the other girl, wide eyed and unblinking. Her voice was hushed, much like the question at first, but she found her voice strained and then spoke normally.
************************* The next morning she woke, and although she had curled herself into a ball and gathered the blankets around her like a nest...perhaps uncomfortable for some, she felt as though she has slept for days. She felt unburdened. Those few words that she had told Ileana seemed to have been waiting on her lips for years, and she felt almost proud...definitely she felt more focused. When the other girl called for her to rise, she sprung up, and though she wasn't actually grinning, she felt what she had read in her book...the one that the Professor had left to her, must be happiness. It seemed odd given the somber mood that had surrounded the day and night previous, but things seemed to be aligning. "The rain always finds its way back to the ground" Poque would say. She wondered how her brothers were back in the forest and what they would say about Ileana. Making her way down to the main room, she nodded to the others by way of a greeting.
The rest of the night, Drusilla listened quietly to the others, and the rest of the townsfolk as they told stories of the professor and offered up toasts. She found the celebration of his death somewhat homey, and it was an unusual realization. Back in the forest, living a "simple" life with the gnomes and other creatures, she had an oddly similar experience with death. The nature bourne faith that she and her adopted kin followed celebrated as well, believing that the dead would return to the Green if they were worthy, and even if they had been "rotten" feeding the soil was a thing to be praised. The half orc intrigued her, for at time he seemed civilized like the others, and others, he seem to be hiding an animal just under the surface. This did not frighten Drusilla, but she found the differences odd. The bard and the other woman, who had been keen to speak with Kendra about the books, she was still feeling out. The seemed an intellectual type, and in that way reminded her of the professor. What it came back to, as it was seeming to always, was Ileana. Whenever her mind wasn't occupied by a word she hadn't heard before, or a topic that temporarily peaked her interest, she found herself looking at the other changeling. Again she felt as if she belonged, even in this alien environment. She felt home in the other girl's presence, as if she should have always been near. When the night ended, these thoughts circled her head as the group walked back to Kendra's home. She was careful not to crowd Ileana too much, but found that she felt most comfortable no more than a few steps away.
I won't be posting much till after the holiday as I'm going out of town for a few days.
Drusilla squinted her eyes at the half-orc,pursing her lips as she sized him up. He had an odd manner to him, and an even odder dress, though not more so than many in the bar.
Then her posture straightened as she realized that he was referring to her and Ileana, and the odd looks they had seem to be getting. In truth, she had not really noticed much other than the girl that looked like her, though she was trying to take in everything. In imitation of Ileana, she decided to ask the one who was called Harold a question as well. "You are a warrior, yes? I am trained in combat as well. What is your weapon? Mine is..." and she began to pat the sword at her side, but was reminded that it was left back at Kendra's abode.
Drusilla lowered her head slightly. She was a bit disappointed, but then she remembered why she was here in the first place. A man had been kind to her, and she was here to return the favor. It mattered little that the man was dead, and it was fortune that brought her to so many curiosities, Ileana included. She cocked her head at the large half orc, Harold, as if seeing him for the first time. She wondered for a short time how she had missed him, but then again there were so many new things happening, she didn't stay surprised for long. "We are to meet with the owner of this place, the witch's father?" she said to noone in particular, though she looked at Ileana.
Sounds good. :)
I'm coming around to seeing Sera as a good choice too.
Yeah, Happy Bday, Narrater. Hope you have fun one. :)
My favorites, in order: Harold Grimsley, Half-orc Brawler
For a while, Drusilla just listened to the others and looked into her water, letting the subtle smell of apple waft up into her nostrils. She pushed a bit of hair out of her face with the back of her hand. When Ileana mentioned the other girl, her head popped up, and she looked at her a bit wide eyed. She felt a slight shiver wash down her back, and she stopped herself from scratching at the odd sensation. There was another? Like...us?" she cocked her head to the side, wrestling with a thought she couldn't quite pin down.
I vote for recruiting. We're still down one from before, so think it would be nice to have another party member.
Drusilla blinked unknowingly as the others talked and made their requests.
Sorry about the lack of posting, folks. I had not been feeling well the last few days. I'm doing better now, though, so I'll be back in it. :)
Drusilla watched the witch/barmaid with a raised eyebrow. There were a great many things different about this town, and she had for one, not expected it to be quite so loud. She was nervous, but she remembered...from the Professor, perhaps?...that the best way to learn new things was to fully surround yourself in them. "I am Drusilla, Alika. I do not know that I will make a good student in witchcraft, but if will do my best." She looked over to Ileana and Kendra for approval, nodding slightly, somewhat proud of her initiative.
Hope you are feeling better, Ileana. :)
Seeing Ileana pick up the dress and move to the other side of the room, Drusilla looked down at the remaining garment. Nice to be sure, but what did she know about fashion. It was long and cumbersome, a grey color, like dark clouds, with a small amount of silver embroidery. She cocked her head to the side, curious as to how she was to get into it.
Looking over to Ileana, she noticed the scars on the other girls back. She looked at her own, on her legs and arms mostly, some animal bites, a few places where she had been unlucky climbing or scraped herself on a rock. "Were you taken by suprise? Did a beast find you drinking at the stream?she aked, not really understanding what the scars really meant.
Drusilla nodded as Kendra explained her intentions, trying to be...polite. She was still unused to people acting thus around her. There was so much about the city that seemed...impractical. The niceties and flowery words caused her a bit of confusion, but she could feel that they were well intentioned, and she was learning that was just how things were in the city. Kendra went off to retrieve some things, and as Ileana had addressed her,Drusilla spoke up. "I've not spoken to so many people. But I think...I should like to." she paused, looking into the other girl eyes, who were a mirror of her own. "I've never worn a dress before. I don't want to look..wrong. Will you...help me?: a slight blush came to her cheeks, and she suddenly felt a very passing bit of dizziness. She steadied herself quickly, and pretended for a moment she was meeting the charge of a wild pig. But again, she was on unfamiliar ground. This was not the forest, and she was going to have to stop pretending it was. "I should like to do...be...right, please."
Drusilla watched Ileana walk away, and nearly reached out to take her hand, but caught herself before the act began. The woman, Kendra was kind...offering her clothes to change into and a bit of clean from her travels. She wondered if she were to meet this woman in other circumstances, would she still be kind? The look on the woman's face, genuine emotion, as shaken as she was by her father's death, seemed apparent. Drusilla was no expert at reading people's motives, far from it. Perhaps it was the presence of these new folk, in a new situation, and feeling so at home in Ileana's presence...but she felt Kendra's intentions were good. She nodded at the woman, and again attempted a smile. "That would be...most welcomed."
Drusilla had stood still for much of the conversation, mere passing her gaze back and forth as each person spoke. She thought of watching birds playing in the forest, darting through the air and spiraling through the sky chirping out their songs to each other. She had little idea of the customs of city folk, little other than the snippets she had sussed out from the book that the Professor had gifted to her. She was curious about the town, but as the Sheriff had mentioned, people would be wary, and Drusilla was unsure of how to deal with such people.
But just as she was about to mentally berate herself for not listening more closely, the other girl had spoken up. She had been invited...ordered, she was not sure, and strangely, did not mind, to share a room with Ileana. She nodded at the other girl, trying to force a smile, it felt odd as her cheeks moved up and warmed slightly. She was unused to it, for there was little joy where she had come from. At best there had been contentment. Again, though, she was feeling more comfortable, more at home. "I will follow." she said simply, shifting the strap of her travelling bag.
Drusilla tried to follow the conversation, catching bits here and there. She could tell from the Sheriff's stance and tone that he didn't mean harm, but she still wasn't sure of his real purpose. He seemed to be interested in peacekeeping, but she wasn't sure.
She suddenly felt a bit defensive, and found her hand inching towards her sword. Noting that the others seemed relaxed confused her. Drusilla found that she was still getting used to being among "civilized" folk...she was sure there were cues she was missing. She resigned herself to watch and listen. There was so much to learn here!
Hope you feel better
Although she didn't know quite how to respond, and in fact was having a bit of trouble forming any words at all in her mind, Drusilla wanted to answer Ileana's questions. She had locked eyes with the other girl, and that familiar feeling was there, again reminding her of looking at her reflection in a pool of water. It was then that she realized how different the two looked, and she was suddenly self conscious about the dirt and grime from the long travel that caked her skin. Her attention turned when she heard the rather firm call from the other side of the front door. "I feel as though I know you." were the only words that barely escaped her lips, not much more than a whisper, as she looked down at her hands, confused. So much is happening at once... she thought.
Drusilla had quietly listened to the others. She knew little of "proper" social graces, but the gnomes often told her that her "eyes were loud"...she little knew what they meant, but felt she should speak. A bit hesitantly, she looked at Ileana.
She found herself unable to look away, and unconsciously, began mimicking the other girl's body language.
When the woman Maryska spoke her piece and then left, Drusilla was a bit confused. She herself had come from a ways away, and had assumed that the others had as well. To come so far and then just leave? It seemed odd to her, but then the woman was some kind of priest of Pharasma, and the lady of bones was a mysterious god. Even tempered, she was told, but often times her folk (and by extension she) did things that did not make sense. She found herself a bit warmer, when the other girl, Ileana, spoke. This was odd, because even when she was huddled with her brothers the gnomes in their burrow, she felt a bit cold. There was a warmth in her chest she couldn't explain. I must find out more about this mirror girl, Ileana. She is...important, somehow." she thought. Turning from the fascinating girl beside here, Drusilla watched the Doctor for a while as he talked, but after a few moments, his words seemed to be lost on her. He spoke intelligently, she was sure of that, and seem to have dedication and knowledge, but she knew little of that. She liked the flow of his words more than the content. She cocked her head to the side and watched his lips until he was done. Timidly, she spoke up.
"This is the book He taught me to read with." absently turning to face Ileana as she spoke, almost apologetically. Narrater: The title and actual content of the book, I'll leave to you, in case you want a seed for later. :)
Sorry, spaced out a bit. I'll put up a posting tonight.
I have nothing against continuing as is also. @Marysksa good luck in your future games. :)
Drusilla too, was curious about the chest, slowly padding over to inspect it as the Doctor unlocked it. She noted the new look on Kendra's face, and inwardly wondered what it was like to have a parent, much less one that had passed away.
Reluctantly, she instead made due with keeping Ileana in her peripheral as the new mystery was unfolding.
Drusilla sat uncomfortably at the table, trying to listen to the portly man read the scroll. She knew it was important to the professor, so she cocked her head to the side, and took time to hear each word, though she did not understand them all. What she did understand was that she would be staying here for a full moon, and after delivering some books (were there more like the professor gave her?) she was to receive some coin. One hundred seemed like alot to her for a simple delivery, but if it was the dead man's wish, she would abide.
Afterwords, as Miss Lorrimor spoke to the reading man, she found herself sneaking looks at the girl, taking in how she looked, how she moved. She was sure to have seen her in dreams...and she looked so much like Drusilla's own reflection in the water. She felt warmer when the other girl was near...more...at home. It was an odd feeling, for she never had felt it before, even when she cuddled with the gnomes in their burrow. Her brothers and sisters had treated her well, but she had always felt distant. Alone. In any case, it was fortunate that she had this...excuse to stay. She wanted very much to learn about this girl called Ileana. clearing her throat and wiping some of the scone crumbs from her face,
Sorry for late reply.
previously...In response to the doctor:
Drusilla looked back at the man without emotion and her answer was very plain. "I see"she responded with a simple nod. "I have...a home, yes. The beasts do not bother us overmuch. Our place was below, so much passed us by. *************** The food was brought out, and Drusilla grabbed one of the scones eagerly with both hands, sitting on the floor and biting into the treat. There was flurry of crumbs as she ate quickly. She savored the slight sweetness of the pastry, not even really noticing the jam until after. When the tea came next, she took a bit more time, watching the others as they sipped theirs. She watched the condensation rise from the beverage, letting the aroma fill her nostrils, and took a delicate pull from the teacup in imitation. She winced slightly at the heat, not expecting it, but the herby flavor soothed her. Around her face, the liquid had cleaned some of the travel grime from her, leaving her looking slightly comical. As the other man entered the room, she looked up from her place on the floor, broken from her short reverie.
Sorry for lagging, folks. I will have a response up tonight.
I'm good with the 3rd as well. Hope everyone has a nice holiday too.
Cooperatively, is just what I want to hear. I'm sure was we keep a dialogue open, everyone should be pleased. I can't say I find anything about your style of play/dming disagreeable. I look forward to getting into it. I was just in the midst of finding Drusilla's voice as it fell apart, and am eager to see where this all goes. As for hero points and Fate cards; I like hero points. I'm unfamiliar with the Fate cards, but I'm willing to try them.
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