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"GAIUS! You dummy! You're terrible at following orders! BLOW UP THE BIRD LADIES, NOT MAKE GOO GOO EYES AT THEM!" Flopsy shouts from her new position hovering over the tent. I see why Mr Bears-A-Lot is so angry all the time, it gets people to listen to you, no matter how small!
"AH! They're so much uglier up close, HEEELP!" Flopsy shouts at Esperanza and Thorek. "Birdy Lady, maybe you could just shut up for once? Please?" she suggests.
Flopsy giggles as the Hobgoblin flees while clutching his mouth and stomach. "Look! Quick! He's trying not to poop himself!" The force of her laughter sends her spinning in a couple of lazy reverse somersaults. "Ok, Gaius, which ones... next?" she asks, noticing that her favorite nerd has wandered off. How can he LIKE the noise that bird is making!? "HEY! SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE WORKING HERE!" she shouts at the singing Harpy. Leveling her wand at the creature, another bank of noxious fog enters existence.
"Whoever smelt it, dealt it!" Flopsy squeals as she point a wand of her own at the Northeastern tower. A noxious, green gas oozes into being around the Hobgoblin archers within. "Why are you hiding, Gaius? All the fun's out here!" she points out, following him between the tents.
"No way José, that's all you Gaius! Hit it with that baby making magic! UH! UH!" Flopsy shouts, hip-thrusting twice before slipping out of sight.
Flopsy speeds over to defend Esperanza, flying above the armor. With the tiniest but mightiest scream, she points the wand down at it, but instead of engulfing it in flame, something goes wrong! The wand turns red hot, singing the Pooka's hand and she tosses it away. "Stupid stick! GAIUS! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! I BURNED MY HAND AND ESPERANZA'S GONNA DIE! She has a sad, redepmtion story-arc and everything... Now we'll never know..."
Flopsy's personality flips instantaneously. Taking Hessilda by the closest vine that approximates her hand, she pulls her over to Lily to be basked under. She luxuriates under the attention.
Flopsy's leaning against a tree nearby with her arms crossed. She rolls her eyes. "Ugh, Gaius, so uncool..." Perfect timing, he'll be so happy that I can ask him where he got his baby magic afterwards! Slowly swaggering over (or as much as one can when you're relegated to 'hopping'), she heads over to meet the visitors. "Hey," she says with a slight lift of her chin. As people start showering them with attention, she leans in close to the Snapdragon Leshy. "Enjoy the attention while it lasts," she whispers to the Snapdragon. "Eventually, something cuter and cuddlier comes along to push you right into the sinkhole of abandonment. I'm Flopsy, by the way. The geek is Gaius. Don't ask him about his baby magic, that's my question."
Flopsy pulls her head back and gives Lily a suspicious stare from the side of her eyes. "Aren't there those ensorcelled-ers with their baby blood magic? Everyone knows you can't learn magic from a dusty book, but fine I'll ask Gaius about it myself." With a smaller *humph!* she hops off of Lily's shoulder and starts circling the Arcanist. I bet he'll be eager to talk once we find another Fey for him to gush over... Yeeeeah that's when I'll get him!
Flopsy rests her little chin on her hand and scratches her side with a hind leg. "I'm not really sure how you don't get bored! Sooooo many rules and you only have one shape!" she begins, turning into a calico cat, and then a goat to prove her point. "And you can't even fly! Thumbs are good though," she concedes, now back in her Pooka form and flexing her tiny opposable digits for Lily to admire. "Don't you Humans have to make babies to learn magic too? That just seems silly, why aren't you born with magic already," she wonders out loud before hovering onto Lily's shoulder and putting a hand on her head. "I'd owe you like six favors if you tell me who made babies with Gaius to get his magic!" she telepathically messages.
"BLAST 'EM!" Flopsy says, blinking into view, a wand sparking in her hand. Fortunately, the attempt fizzles. "Darn thing, they're all sorta busted!" she complains, smacking the stick against her hip. "A few whacks should get them working..."
"Waaaaaait a minute! Esperanza, aren't YOU one of those rainbow-bird people? I don't know that I'd call you a knight though..." Flopsy says from a tree nearby. "Hey city-boy, which are you? An Elky person or a Big-Swordy person? Either way, you're probably not very good at it if all those people are sick because of you!" she mocks. Not sure this sap is going to make it out of the woods tonight... Devils about and what not... Haha! A few tree branches stir as she falls onto her back giggling to herself.
Shortly after everyone resumes their trek through the woods, a fistful of daisies, smalls clumps of dirt still dangling from their roots, float in front of Esperanza. If she takes them, a small hand later on takes hold of one of her fingers as she walks.
UGH what a diva! Flopsy waits until Esperanza turns to stick her tongue out. Despite her little act of defiance, her ears are still pinned to the back of her head when she winks out of view. So much for manners, guess they work on everyone but her. Hmph. Hippo crate.
"WHOA NOW MISSY!" Flopsy shouts, tugging at Esperanza's tail when she tries to pick up the pace and thus breaking her invisibility. "You were about to share some juicy tidbits and I will not be denied!" "OH! Waitwaitwait!" she insists. "Esperanza, would you do me the kindness of sharing the details of the memory you're actively attempting to repress at this moment?" she pleads pathetically, giving the Tiefling her best cute little bunny eyes. I wonder how long I have to hold this for before she'll concede... Do I have to act like this after she's accepted too?
"oooooooooooo," Flopsy cries as her invisible form bursts into view after tackling the wizard to the ground. "You promised to teach me so much! I can't let you die!" Standing on him, she pries his hands away from his wound. "Hmmmm..." She prods the wound with a little finger a couple times (once to check, twice to be sure, but the third time was just for fun), much to Gaius's endless torment. "He'll be ok," she explains, taking Undari's poultice and unceremoniously slapping it against Gaius' cut. "If you aren't going to defend us right, then it looks like I will!" she declares, rummaging through his things while he whimpers. "These are mine now, thank yooooou!" she sings while patting him on the head and taking to the sky with three of his wands.
Flopsy rests on her haunches, mouth frozen mid-whine as Undari gently places some of his stash in her hands. "O-oh! It did! Thankyousomuch!" The little Pooka hugs the Druid's leg and turns to Esperanza. "I suppose we're friends..." she concedes, cradling the ointment. But why does she have to be right about everything? I can be right sometimes too! When Thorek calls her out, she stamps her feet indignantly. "I did not! Bet you wouldah seen how I got it too if you plucked those mangy eyebrows of yours!" With the obvious difference in muscle mass and general size, she does her best to scamper away and make herself scarce after that zinger. On the march to their next destination, the little Pooka finds herself hopping back and forth between Gaius, Esperanza, and Undari asking each the same question out of earshot of the others, but making a point to compare their answers quite loudly.
Flopsy’s fingers keep a token hold on the fabric for a moment before she resigns herself to being rabbit-handled. You can feel the attitude coming off of her eye roll. ”I thought we were friends!” she complains. When it is clear Esperanza isn’t budging, she releases a mighty ”HMPH!” This is a stupid idea that hasn’t and won’t ever work. ”Mr. Speaks-for-the-Trees, can I play with your stupid troll spit?” she asks before turning back to the Tiefling. ”Seeitdidntwork, and I tried everything!
"Hey! What are you going to do with all that goopy-goop?" Flopsy asks, trying to clamber onto Undari and reaching for the paste with her grabby fingers. "Looks like troll spit, but doesn't stink like it, I want to touch it, GIMMEGIMMEGIMME!" she whines, tugging on the Druid's clothes while rocking back and forth.
"Hey now," Flopsy snips back, frowning at Gaius. "I'm not one of your little doggies or something! I'm a Pooka," she stresses, the name apparently enough of a justification for her. Regardless, she completes a few more lazy loops in the air before alighting near him. "Have fun eating the sunshine Longfrond!" she shouts into the glade, waving a paw up and down at the Treant.
Sylvan:
"Oh, but these marauders are trying to kill other marauders! I hopped around their home for a bit, I don't think they even want to be here, but those ugly, grey-skin marauders broke their homes. They want to get them back and I bet they'd move on and out of the forest if they did!" Flopsy says. "I, um, I tried to tell them peace was better than payback, but they didn't listen and are super keen on it. Not that that's a very nice thing to do, even if someone deserves it," she adds nervously. If Longfrond is still bitter about my joke, I don't want to convince her that giving me a whack or two is the best thing to do! I wouldn't ever do it again if she did though and where's the fun in that?! The Pooka turns in lazy, airborne circles as she seemingly converses with the grove.
Flopsy snaps a sharp salute to Lily. "Roger that, ma'am!" she reports, before leaping as hard as she can over the caltrops. Just as the arc of her jump should reasonably begin to drop, she floats on and over towards the uprooting trees. "Longfrond! Your favorite Pooka is back! But only because I made new friends who saved me from those dirty, under-bitey, Gob-Hobs!" she explains, hovering now a sensible distance from the trees. "I'm also really sorry about the poop prank," she confesses. Those with keen eyes see her tiny little fingers crossed behind her back.
"Oh Looooongfrond! I brought friends with me! They want to be your friend too," Flopsy calls out after Lily's overture. Doing cartwheels through a series of caltrops she snags one and tosses it through the clearing. "Come ooooon, don't keep your favorite Pooka waiting now, you know how I get when people keep me waiting," she warns mischievously. "I'll remind you how long it takes for Owlbear poop to wash off bark with only the rain!" she continues, giggling. That was a good joke, Longfrond was so mad! Could smell him a mile away!
"Why don't you do things around here?" Flopsy asks Gaius, poking him firmly in the belly. "Isn't this your home too?" He's all squishy like wet grass! She thumps her foot against the floor with her arms crossed, frowning at the silent wizard. "Longfrond isn't squishy at all!" she blurts out. The deep, rhythmic sound of her foot against the wood fills the silence.
Flopsy watches it all unfold with amusement. "OooooOOOOOOHHHhhh! He's like your Halk: an angry small-folk with a big stick!" she stage-whispers to Lily. Smoothly skipping away on her spry rabbit-legs, she snags Gaius by the finger and leads him off into the camp. "Let's go make friends! I bet someone has a blanket for your shivers! Then you can teach me more about big-folks from you book."
Flopsy makes a show of pondering the questions. "Hmmmm...." "HMMMMMMM..." she begins pacing in a circle, stroking a fake beard. "Hmmmm?" she stars at the sky, nodding her head sagely. "Ok, I've decided to tell you more!" she cheers, smiling at the group. "Longfrond is like a tree, but if that tree moved like a you-man!" she explains, moving with heavy, robotic steps towards Thorek. "Why do you like frowning so much?" she asks, turning back to the group. "Is he allergic to smiles?!" her eyes grow wide as she backs away slowly from the Dwarf.
"OH, OH! I know this one! Ooooooookay everyone! Look at me!" the Pooka cheers, raising her little arms in the air. Unsteady on Gaius' head, they quickly come back down as she balances on all fours. "So, us normal folks don't ever poke, trick, thump, wump, dump, or frump the beak-bears. They're sorta-kinda around enough and kinda-sorta too big for us to not lose a friend or six when we do..." she pauses for a moment to attempt standing again, before flopping to one side. "BUTT! haha... butt... I, the Flopsy Snickerdoodle, know a big-folk-fighter who maybe can help! She speaks for the trees and hits big folks in the knees when they don't listen to the forest. Maybe she knows something? Longfrond is the bravest! I bet she does!" Deciding that this big folk's head just isn't right for standing, she deftly descends to the ground. |
