Being still caged after a fashion, Kailynn goes to bed frustrated that he can't patrol the city the way he used to.
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"It sounds like Slingshot is the prey then." Kailynn replies.
"This is what I've always worn, is there something wrong with it?" Kailynn asked quite curious as to the nature of the comment.
Kailynn shifts back to human once inside the van and oblivious to the others, started changing clothes into something befitting a wild man. Horns on his head and a ripped tunic and pants both adorned with vines.
"I have all I need on my back. I'll eventually need to change outfits as if I become human again, I'm wearing the dress of the cage we were in."
"Some questions are better left unasked." Kailynn replies to Seth as he shifts into a Saint Bernard, carrying his stuff on his back, and follows into the cold.
"Yes, I'd love that." Kailynn says.
"My shape is malleable and I can call on nature herself for help," Kailynn said as he looked up from one of the people he was helping, "As for what I was convicted for, I believe it was called Assault and Battery."
"Being someone's lapdog, or staying behind and staying in the cage? Why can't choices ever be easy? Still, there's the reason I'm here at all, which is to act as a diplomat. I'm pretty sure a diplomat wouldn't run at first chance."
Ignoring whatever pain the screaming caused him, Kailynn went to Overrun, "I'm able to cure some wounds, send me to the ones that need it the most, it's always hard for me to tell among you all."
Kailynn thought of all the snacks he'd eaten prepared for him by the Rat. He'd traded a cage for being a pet. Someone would pay for this, and when he got the opportunity, that someone's name would be the Rat. "I don't like this one bit. But for now you've forced a wild man such as myself to be your cur." "Just keep in mind what they say about wild animals, you can never quite domesticate them" Kailynn finished in thought to himself.
Kailynn: "So this little cage isn't as gilded as they make it out to be," Kailynn thought to himself, "Something is disguised, more than likely the walls of the cage."
He was enjoying the time spent alone when the female guard knocked on the door. "Alright I'll be there." Fifteen minutes later, Kailynn got up from his relaxation and went to see what this work detail was all about."
Inmate 91224 (DC 15 Nature):
This person's name is Kailynn, an environmentalist who has the power to command nature. Inmate 91224 (DC 25 Arcana):
Kailynn is actually from another dimension, a place called the Feywild, which features prominently in Celtic and Norse Mythologies. Kailynn was apparently sent to this dimension as an ambassador. Inmate 91224 (DC 35 Nature):
The is a druidic tradition of magic that exists in the world, but it is a highly secretive loosely affiliated organization of nature mages. Almost universally, they do everything in their power to prevent the influence of the feywild on this realm. Prison: A cage no matter how gilded is still a cage. Call it what you will and dress it as pretty as possible, this was still a cage, something anathema to Kailynn's worldview. In the feywilds they merely exiled their unruly to other parts of the feywild, but the person in question was still able to live freely and experience life outside of any bars. Perhaps the person could earn his way back into the group even. Here they trap you in an area, force you to wear unnatural clothing, and insert a trap into your neck. This was going in Kailynn's reports make no mistake about that.
He'd mentioned this to his therapist who tried to assure him that there were worse places someone convicted of assault and battery could end up. That in fact this was rather homey compared to the other places, and if he thought he was in a cage here, he'd have a panic attack in a small barred cell. He'd tried explaining to her how things were in the feywild, but she seemed, to Kailynn, not to want to understand the difference. All that he said she wrote down, probably to pass to the warden, the head of the human's cage. When asked what he was planning to do when he got out, Kailynn would get upset and say that he was going to clear his name no matter what it took. He always asserted his innocence no matter how hard pressed on the matter. What he didn't tell them was that after he cleared his name, he'd go back to being a diplomat, recording human life as he saw it, for the feywild back home. These reports would in turn determine the amount of interaction the feywild would have with the plane. As for classes, other than the mandatory art, where Kailynn painted scenes from the feywild as best he could, Kailynn took history classes. He figured if he were stuck here, he might as well work on other areas that the wilds were certain to want to know about. Thus far, it was war after war, not a plane that Kailynn thought the feywilds would be interested in based on that alone. Thus he was more than ever determined to continue his present day evaluation of human society and see if the warmongering of the past still continued. The only person that Kailynn spent much time with was named Alex. Alex was a likeable sort and found the oddities Kailynn brought with his own personality to be funny. Kailynn liked that the african american man was forthright and honest about things, right down to his conviction for murder. He didn't seem to hide anything, and Kailynn used him as a sounding board for his ideas about human nature, finding out the hidden side of some of the war factors and finding out about fast living and the women attracted to that lifestyle. Again points for his notes, perhaps there was something to be liked about this plane. Alex's power was that he could turn into malleable metal, gaining strength and protection from harm. Kailynn's hut was probably the closest to being called such, being filled with plants and crawling vines. He had a television and cable, but hadn't mastered how to use a computer or the internet. Something he planned on learning if he was in his cage long enough.
This is my, Phantom Mouse's, alias for the game. |