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Frekhi rifles through Mirai's backpack, retrieving the potions, before pouring one into her mouth.
What Mirai said. I for one didn't expect it to be so early and in a non combat situation.
"Not another one."
Damnit I'm next aren't I?
"She was a little odd, but she wasn't the bad guy. Whoever put us in here is. I just hope she's at peace now." Frekhi will drag the body out of the room atleast as the group leaves.
"Yea you're right. We need to get out of here too."
"I can't argue with that. But that doesn't mean we ignore what just happened here. If we do, we're no better than the a!%#$%@ who created this place."
"She was odd, but she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to die like this." "We can't leave her here."
That was really quick. I didn't expect a death so soon.
"Nooo.." Frekhi takes a claw and cuts the dead tiefling down. "How did this even happen? She was in there for a second."
"Good idea. Let's get out of here."
"Yea, sure thing." Frekhi will follow instructions, grabbing the spare cloth from the other tiefling's backpack, tearing it with his claws before handing it to Mirais.
"Oh what the hells!" Frekhi says recoiling himself. "Are you alright? What was in there?"
"You okay? What happened?"
"No idea. But it's a weird painting."
Frekhi follows Mirais. "Yea, normally. But in this twisted place, sounds like it makes sense."
Frekhi watches patiently as Quentin opens the door.
"Yea, let's move."
"Nope, we were wondering if you knew anything about it."
"There was whispering?"
"Dunno. Maybe there's more here that might."
"Since you guys haven't dropped dead, I'm guessing the food's fine?"
"Yea, if you think about it that way." Frekhi sighs.
"No, no, and yes I can fight." Frekhi says holding up a clawed hand.
Well glad you feel better.
Frekhi's stomach starts growling at all the food. He sniffs the spread and examines it.
Yea, hope she feels better.
"You're a little odd, but not bad." Frekhi keeps his eyes sharp as they walk into the kitchen.
Triple the Tieflings Triple the Fun: "Alright. I guess we're being lead by a little doll now."
Tiefling Time: "Wait, are you telling me the doll told you that the kitchen was safe?" Frekhi says incredulously.
Tieflings plus those other people: "Hot and cold this one." "It's okay. It happens.." Frekhi says trying to stabilize the unstable tiefling girl. It is clear he is not used to this.
And I'm doomed....
Already watching out.
Team Tiefling!: "Yea, that's right. We woke up in separate rooms, and I found her by chance. Why the kitchen? And do you know what the explosion was about? For the record, she's not my girlfriend, we just met. We're just friends." "I really hope that getting called crazy doesn't make her worse." "Wait, some invisible creature tried to kill you? Where?"
New People, Whispers and Crazy Hot Chick: "Hey, we don't have to start threatening people. At least not yet. I'm Frekhi." "So we're a piece of meat now and claimed. Are we good with that? We're good with that. But she's crazy, like pet raccoon levels of crazy. But we know how crazy chicks are in bed.. Not if she cuts my junk off and eats it with fava beans. Good point." Frekhi's tail tensed up after being lazy and not doing much this whole time. He was not sure who to be more afraid of at this point.
DM Whispers/Bebaushie: Frekhi shakes his head, feeling dumb for checking the door that he just came out of. He turns around to see a mass of clothes. "Who are you?"
DM Whispers/Bebaushie: Frekhi will check out the southern doors.
Looking forward to the update.
DM Whispers/Bebaushie: "Yea, we should check it out. Carefully though. Well if you aren't trying to kill me, I could consider you a friend. Like I said I wouldn't laugh at you unless you wanted me to or something."
Bebaushie/DM Whispers: "Yea." Frekhi points back in that direction. "We can go with friend for now. The better question is why would I?"
Bebaushie/DM Whispers: "Um, sure thing. Well we need to find out where we are. Then find out who put us here. And if we have time, the why would be nice. I wouldn't dare laugh at you." "Not if I wanted to keep my junk attached to my body anyhow. Though she seems to be throwing herself at me. Yea it's a trap. It's gotta be."
DM Whispers and Bebaushie: "Wait what? " "Trap initiated. You're doomed." "I have no idea how to get you out of here. But I'll try."
Nope, I've seen and said worse on these boards. And no, I'm used to female PCs messing with my PCs.
DM Whispers and Bebaushie: "I have a few tricks. I don't need weapons." Frekhi responds holding up a wicked claw. "And I don't have any money for decent armor. As far as I know I don't belong to anyone." "Be very careful here. You might turn into a cliche'. You know, the one where the young couple are making out and then Gank! Both machete'd by some dude in a mask. That is if she isn't the one with the machete. Quick check, just don't let her see you do it." He looks Bebaushie over very quickly hoping she doesn't notice.
DM Whispers/Bebaushie: "Is this a trap? This may be a trap. Play it cool and maybe you'll make it out alive. Is it wrong that this chick is scarier than any assassin I've met? Nope. Totally reasonable." "Alright. Well you're not alone anymore. We're both here. Maybe we can figure a way out."
Bebaushie, DM Whispers: "Frekhi." He replies, starting to feel a little uncomfortable as he is eyed like a piece of meat. He cautiously watches as Bebaushie walks up to him. He runs his fingers through his short dark hair and sweat begins to form upon his dark skin. You notice that his armor is nothing more than leathers reinforced with some metal studs. He carries little more than a set of tools on his belt. "Any idea how you got here?"
DM Whispers: "This may be a trap." Frekhi approaches very slowly. "I'm not here to hurt you, pretty lady. I'm just as lost here as you are."
DM Whispers: Frekhi will explore rooms, starting with the closest on the right.
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