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The bugtalker makes a few quick 'sewing' motions along with a few finger in front of mouth 'shh'ing sounds at Yue to finish her Stabilizing of the eccentric scholar before turning her attention to Zheng. "Hatchling-minder Zheng. You do hatchling-minding good. Pathfinder Snarl needs many hatchling-minders. Hatchling go with. Money, honor, legend in Snarl. You do good there, learn more and explore! Please no fight, no want hurt you."
Gynnezz adjusts her nifty smoked glasses that help deal with the horrible burning ball of brightness. Sure, it makes it harder for her to see things, but it also brings a level measure of relief and it doesn't feel like her eyes are about to boil -- she can only imagine what her fellow truebloods are feeling right now. She then makes some reaching motions, almost as if digging deep into the earth in front of her and pulling *up*, raising her hands upwards towards that horrible burning ball of brightness.
"You can give up now. We no tell foolishness of noscales you leave." she offers.
"I do not know noscale scale-comparings. Do know that there are 'Successor States' that all claim to be 'Lung Wa'. All very selfish. One keeps all shiny to self, not share for good of all noscales. Another makes chieftain hatchlings go to 'school', but chieftain hatchlings no wanna go school but go 'adventure'. Different one has everyone learn how to beat people up, and encourages fighting everywhere at drop of helmet. Maybe you leave if someone take your things somewhere? Or if someone say you okay to follow them? Gynnezz rambles then looks to the rest of the party -- she talks to bugs and she's pretty sure that the princess wants to hear how Skinny Long-legs dessicated their last dinner.
Gynnezz runs under the tables and loops around to get very close to Krall in a combat-effective sort of way.
"Ogre Fleshwall!" Gynnezz bellows dramatically -- no, it's not an actual move, but it is sort of flashy and should get attention..
she bellows as she attempts to punch Red in a mammal's tender area.
"I GOT this." Gynnezz says with a manic toothy reptilian smile. She trundles over to the four noscales eating.
"Bzzz bbbhhhhmmmmrl hmmmm brrr bhhmmmmm bababazzzzzzzzzzzzzhmmm!" she intones proudly -- they wear a scorpion, they should be able to talk to bugs, right? Bugtalkin':
"Your carapaces are soft, your limbs weak, and you should be fed to the young of your nest to be of any worth to your family!" At the more than likely blank stares from the table she'll offer a translation.
"You did good. It is hard for truebloods to give up part of being a dragon -- but you did it in a way that helps the Pathfinder snarl and made sure that a noscale hatchling was not killed for stealing. Plus, you gave warning, so if we run into them again they gave up the chance you gave them." Gynnezz offers encouragingly.
"We truebloods who work with the Pathfinder Snarl sometimes. Pathfinders are scholars that learn about other things to be a 'cool adventurer' like truebloods. Pathfinder Snarl also pay for people to work for it, and not steal special things from old places just to make money." Gynnezz begins grumpily. "You no understand no-scale Jianghong. We can make copy. You should make copy. Knowledge shared is knowledge grown. No-scale go find Pathfinder Snarl and ask for job. Make lots money. Explore lots. Zheng too. No-scale endanger no-scale's snarl by not working with snarl to do this right, no-scale need to make right. Make right is not make money on side." "People who no-scale sell to are like Assspisss Conssssortium, who make drugs that kill no-scales or make very sick. There is many reason to keep no-scale for this to give to school, who let us stay in their snarl when truebloods ask nicely." the bugtalker finishes, then turns her back on the young thief.
"Careful in 40 steps of thief!" Gynnezz calls out as she digs DEEP into the ground spiritually and pulls the grasses and such *up* to help restrain the thief. Gynnezz casts Entangle.
That's a pretty determined noscale. Probably determined not to get caught rather than escape with any loot they found. I wonder why they are trying to steal everything? Gynnezz muses before smirking draconically and limning the target in a soft sickly green glow to make it easier for everyone else to find the thief AND make it harder for them to hide.
Gynnezz is pondering how to explain the intricacies of 'extra' limbs to noscales that typically lack even a *fifth* limb in the form of a tail when the alarm goes out. She pauses and with a bit of a grumble jogs using cover to somewhere 'closer' to the fleeing thief if they are pointed out and calls upon the power of nature to create a brief and momentary burst of water at that location...
The bugtalker stays with the paladin. Not because she necessarily cares about Skyxa's faith and not because she wants to preach the wonders of bugtalking. No, it's something very simple that's beaten into the heads of most hatchlings before they're allowed to leave the Hatchery -- Truebloods win because they stick together. Leaving Skyxa by herself could put her in danger, and besides, Gynnezz is really tempted to start talking to termites to eat the school because it doesn't seem like a very good place to learn. "You know, we're supposed to give a class tomorrow. Maybe we can compare notes and see what sorts of things we can teach the noscales?"
Gynnezz is distracted by the almost insectile organization of the 'school' and kind of wanders around after the rest of the group, until something strikes her as rather odd. "Why hate school? School no matter what is for important learning, whether nature, truebloods saying stories, or writing. And firecrackers down well bad... makes water foul and then needs clean!" Gynnezz offers with a bit of an upset tone. Not to mention any poor bugfriends that might have been blown up! "Hatchlinguard Zheng, you do your snarl proud protecting foolish young!" the bugtalker ends, trying to draw something positive and attempting to be polite.
The bugtalker catches her breath briefly as she sees the flame that was near her get obliterated. Unfortunately, that leaves a no-scale mound between her and the other fire. With a bit of a grumble she starts running up the stairs, pulling out a stone and a sling as she does so. "*huff* Hang on, I'll help in just a beat!" she pants as she gets to the top of the stairs.
"No! Mister Manylegstalkfast!" Gynnez cries out as the slam misses her and crushes the centipede that she had been talking to on and off for the previous while. She suddenly realizes that A. She's completely by herself and B. All the other truebloods are on top of the noscale triangle building. She runs away, both to get closer to a set of stairs up the structure and to get away from the flame!
Since Yue Xin has proven they are capable of speaking the truest language, Gynnezz stops talking in Common. Why didn't he just talk normally in the first place, instead of stupid noscale speak? Draconic:
"Darkness is actually much better, because you can see what is going on around you. When it is too bright, then everything gets washed out. We might have seen a similar tower in our travels so we will be careful and ready for climbing. Maybe if you're lucky we'll be able to find you some fish or other food to eat since you must be very hungry." The bugtalker is ready to get moving.
"I am no tall no-scale, but I know tossing a piece of wood and rope into a well can cause problems with rot and infection. Do you need us to pull your fishing stick out of the well before it gets everyone sick?" Gynnezz inquires intently, trying to keep her tail from twitching impatiently. Is this stupid no-scale the person we're supposed to talk to?
"We should be very careful. Old things that sit for a long time can be very fragile." the bugtalker offers as she starts looking around the room buzzing quietly, looking for little friends to try and keep them calm from the scaled invasion. If there aren't bugs in here, she will be a bit more worried -- if a spot can be made bugproof, it can be made trueblood proof and that's a problem.
"Well, if there's something I learned from the no-scale norm-size Janira, it is to always take notes of your area, pictures if you're good at drawing. I'm not good at drawing, though. Someone want to draw the statue and the armor and stuff? Maybe it's important?" the bugtalker offers after the brief exploration. "Also, don't see why they are leaving all this perfectly fine building material here to just rot. You could build all kinds of things for a snarl from even older wood! Noscales." Gynnezz grumps.
Gynnezz looks at the situation. Since the determination is 'murder the bear' even though she might have been able to talk it down, she's not going to make a fuss about it -- it's not a potential bug-friend, after all! With that increased clarity she moves forwards with purpose.
The bugtalker continues to move up, drawing a cold iron cutlass and a shield made of darkwood as she steps next to and into what silly no-scales would call 'personal space' of Krall.
"Bzzz bzzz bzz hmmm!" Gynnezz offers in a retort to Skith before pretty much realizing that she does, indeed, talk to vermin a bit too much -- maybe. They ARE her friends... sometimes. Translation:
"I do not talk to worms!" As it gets darker -- or at least not as horribly bright -- Gynnezz takes off her 'light blockers' and looks at the team. "You're a good singer." she offers to Midnight before the party is ready to move on again.
Gynnezz will be talking with any bugs or listening to any bug chatter as the party gets closer. Since it smells strongly, she will also inquire if the bugs have had any mreals recently. Once she gets some answers good or ill or indifferent, she'll also adopt a more traditional trueblood stealth approach.
"Oh, hi! I was getting worried so I sent some friends to find you. Nobody got stung, right?" Gynnezz sees the typical organized chaos that the travelling snarl is getting ready to perform and waves everyone to stop for a moment. "If there is bear, then maybe we can find some food and make sure it doesn't have any hatchlings near it? If we can do that, maybe we can either lure it away with the food or use food as way to lure it into trap? Also, if old tower built by noscales, it probably very weak and flimsy and maybe not able to hold even trueblood weight. We should be very slow and careful, like we were dealing with a lot of traps from an enemy snarl. "
While Gynnezz waits for hopeful word of the rest of her snarlmates, she goes about looking for something for her bug friends to eat -- she's not some nogood noscale that'd just 'say' she's doing something. "Bbbzzzkkkt bbbbbbbbbb..." Translation:
"Okay, do you prefer carrion or plants -- no judgement...." Finding bugfood to make bugs happy!:
Gynnezz had found the local bugs different, but neat in their own way. So much so, that when the rest of the truebloods had gone to the briefing, she'd gotten distracted following one of the neat bugs while chatting up a storm with them about bug-stuff and how important it was to do bug-ly things and how no-scales don't understand and.... It was only after an hour or so of travel that she suddenly realized she was: A. Alone with the hornet she was talking to.; B. Outside of the town she was supposed to be meeting someone for a Pathfinder snarl mission; C. Finding it kind of hard to see because she's wearing her nifty smoked goggles so her eyes don't hurt. "Bzz klklklklklk rrrrrrrr lklk kshkshksh!" Translation: "Please, friends, keep eyes and antennae open for others like me. I bring you good carrion and meat!"
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