The old give a slight jump as you speak into her mind, but after a second you simply receive a feeling of stoic agreement.
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The madam raises a gray brow as she shuffles through the grass. "I cannot say if my grandfather was familiar with lions. I am certainly not. Animals are not my forte..." She frowns at your last question. "I do not know. It may, but I can not be sure... You see, the spirits are fickle, and they choose wither to curse and grace me with visions. I have no control over them, you understand?"
The madam's face is both pale and bright red! "I will be better once we are able to leave!" she growls, gnashing her teeth.
Madam Zulu's eyes widen as the voice reaches her ears, and she makes a wild jump for the flower!!!! The purple robed body flies through the air crashing in the flowers, pollen coating her, before she scrambles up and continues to run!
"Well, yes, that's what I mean." she says as she looks at you disapprovingly.
Zulu bends down, picks up a mace and says, "Well I say we should find the others and storm the place. Or just storm the place. Grandpa Rainsford always said, 'The straight approach is the best approach.'"
Zulu stands up, her arms full of what seems to be jerky. "This may work." she says in a slightly annoyed tone.
Zulu sneers when dogs are brought up and mutters, "yes, lets just make the old woman do everything..." ,as she begins to sift though the bag.
Without waiting for an answer, Madam Zulu turns and climbs the latter and out the door. She soon returns with a fistful of weeds and such and walks by Cashara and Martha without a second glance. The old woman climbs down the latter and rushes to the Vixen side, forcing some of the weeds down her throat! A minute passes, and then the Vixen stops twitching! "This should work...
Zulu stumbles back and than stands still a shocked and insulted look on her face before she scowls, "What do you think I'm attempting to do?" the old woman yells through clenched teeth. She throws up her hands and continues, "And I'm my own best hope for survival, young man! It's not my fault that 'Ms. Lane' our 'only hope' rushed into a trapped room like mad bull!" She steps up Caledon and jabs a bony finger into his chest! Shes much shorter than the wizard but the difference in height doesn't seem to bother her! "Would you rather get some herbs, or do you not trust me you arrogant boy?
"Don't let he choke you bumbling fruit!" Madam Zulu bops Caledon in the back of the head, like he was a bad dog or a stupid kid! The Madam than rushes to the ladder and begins to climb! "Wait here! Cashara finishes wrapping up Martha when Madam Zulu climbs out of the bunker. The madam see the unconscious Martha and lets out and exasperated huff before she flys (not literally) out the door with a small wave and a annoyed mumble of, "Hold on! I'll be back!"
"Oh, no... I do not like this... the Madam mutters, her eyes shifting back and forth from the projector and the Vixen's body.
Madam Zulu takes your arm and starts to use the curtains as bandages. "Hold still."
The gunslinger scans the surroundings and sees nothing... "You, come over here. Quickly." Madam Zulu is ripping up a curtain and gesturing to you from across the room.
Zulu doesn't look up from her work as she says, "Please, do not talk to me, I'm trying to concentrate." She says it with a rather irritable tone, but with a slight hint of gratitude.
Madam Zulu stays near the back along with Caledon, her lips pressed flat and club still in hand. She too seems to be covering the party's tracks. Zulu updated appearance: No longer covered in her many colorful robes, one can see that Zulu is rather built for her age, with rough skin and calloused hands. Her only remaining shawl is wrapped tightly around her head like a bandanna in order to keep her wet hair out of her eyes. She walks through the mud and undergrowth slowly, but deliberate, never stopping or tripping. She also stands slightly taller it seems her pale eye focused on her surroundings, instead of people's faults. She seems more... natural like this. Yes. Natural was the word. She was now in her familiar situation. Although, unless one knew of her past, one wouldn't know why.
The old woman smooths out her tunic and adjusts her shawl. With a clearing of her throat she says, "Hm... yes, fine, alright... I suppose there are more important matters to attend to..."
Zulu lets out a horrified scream and runs to the door of the manor tugging vainly to open the door!
"Do not interrupt us! Adults are speaking!"
"Of course not, you egotistical bafoon! You probably let something slip trying to seduce some whore!" Zulu shoots back, an odd mixture of fear and venom in her voice.
Character Info...! Finally! Madam Vivian Zulu: The exact age of Vivian Zulu is highly debated with guesses from a very stressed 40 to 600. Whatever her age it is rather obvious she has lead a odd life. Orphaned at 3, Vivian and her brother Ishmael (now deceased) were raised by their possibly abusive Grandfather Rainsford Zulu (also now deceased). Although her grandfather was very rich he left nothing to either of his grandchildren when he died, leaving them homeless and penniless. Vivian and Ishmael learned the ways of the street quickly, Vivian giving psychic reading and her brother making a tumbling troupe with the other boys. Their little show grew in popularity and they were soon recruited by Dr. Cashus J. Winkle's Traveling Troupe. Very successful as side show attractions Vivian saved every Gold piece she got in till she was able to buy stocks is several big companies and live the rest of her life in comfort. Her brother on the other hand refused to join her in the ranks of the rich claiming the circus was his calling. Because of this Vivian cut all ties to her family and lived a life in style while her Brother remained poor but happy, earning the title "The Flying Ishmael" after becoming a trapeze artist. Vivian is a widow and never had any kids.
Caledon's words seem to have little effect on the Madam. "Well I quite hope they would! Especially when it comes to strange men barging in and harassing women!"
@ Fashionbug Madam Zulu nods and then shrugs and the nods and then shrugs. She then leans over and whispers, "I suppose. But its not your master, its that doctor woman! I've only been getting a bad feeling from her since the start! And its not just the fact that she is living with an unmarried man, dresses like a homeless woman, and has literal vermin crawling on her, no. Their is something not right about that woman... I can feel it, yes?" Before Fashion bug can counter with her signature naive but wise way, she suddenly stops... Fashionbug realizes that she felt no aura from Dr. Amp. Not the neutral feeling of their personality, but absolutely nothing. As if, according to her fairy senses, Dr. Amp didn't even exist......
Madam Zulu furrows her brows and glances at the fairy. She then looked over at Henry and said in a whisper, "I hope that man doesn't have everything... Grandfather always said 'A happy man quickly becomes a bored one'. But as for a gift... Ah, yes, another saying he had was, 'A good man is happy with any gift.' So, I believe that a simple thanks would make him happy, if he truly a good man."
"Why of course he had a strong influence on me! Any man worth their salt would leave a strong impression on their own granddaughter! And its nice to see a young one want to learn from their elders, but then again, Grandpa Rainsford always said 'The farther East you go, the smarter the people get'! Yes yes, Grandfather had many proverbs, and I always made sure to memorize them! You see, my family knew that a child should be seen, not heard, and should listen, not question. But as for a story... Ah! I remember one time when, I regret to say, my brother convinced me to help him sneak into Grandfather's library. I helped to boost him over the hedges so that he could get into the garden that surrounded the tower were Grandpa kept his books. I remember that I was very scared at the time and thought about running away when I heard my brother give out a cry! Apparently Grandfather was coming down the stairs of the tower and met my brother on the way! I could hear my grandfather yelling at Ishmael, my brother, on the other side of the hedge wall! He asked Ishmael, 'How did you get in here' and I thought for sure that Ishmael was going to tell on me! But to my surprise Ishmael said that he had used a crate to get over the hedges! Of course Ishmael was punished severely for that and I decided to never disobey my grandfather again! Yes yes Grandpa Rainsford was a man who commanded respect and order!" the old gypsie says all in one breath. You get the feeling that she learned the wrong lesson from that experience...
Madam Zulu's eyes widen and then she scowls and looks away, quicking her pace to catch up with the others.
"Alright, I've had enough! I have silent long enough! Sir Splorer, I was under the impression that this was a high class gathering, yet you have an overgrown monkey in a suit carrying our bags! Not only that, you've invited a half breed, a trio of harlots, and what ever "Mr" Frogmouth claims to be! Frankly this is beneath you and me! My grandfather Rainsford always said, 'A man who consorts with those beneath his stature, is not a man of stature at all'!" as she said this her voice got slowly louder in till she was nearly shrieking. You all notice that, as she talked, she would hold one crooked old hand up to her chest and with the other she would make large gestures. She would also move her head a lot as she spoke which cause the large golden eating sway and dangle like a clock pendalem.
...but once again he is cut-off by a shrill screech. As all conversation stops, everyone looks where the sound is coming from. It seems to have originated from the old woman who seems to have finally snapped out of the shock of the clothing extravaganza. She points a gnarled finger at the Vixen, “You should be ashamed of yourself young lady! Any dignified young lady would know not to make a spectacle of oneself! And bringing in that fairy creature...AHHH! My Grandfather Rainsford always said, ‘Nothing good never comes from a magical creature.’ And you two,” she points and turns to Martha and Cashara, “walking around carrying gun cases like it’s a normal thing to do! It’s just so...unlady like! You should all be ashamed of yourselves! My Grandfather Rainsford always said, ‘A lady that doesn’t act like one is not a lady at all.'” |