Narcisa shrugs gently, "I don't really know what to do about the swarm of rats, but if we can put them to sleep long enough for us to fight off the talking rats? Why is there talking rats here to begin with?"
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Narcisa will nod and then follow after the group.
Narcisa will nod her thanks to Captain York, examining the crossbow before stowing it. She'll wait around quietly until the others are ready to go.
Narcisa starts awake with the strangled cry, clutching the blanket closer to herself. She rubbed at her forehead, trying to wipe away the cold sweat there. She shivered, rolling to her other side and burring herself deeper into the bed, not bothering to close her eyes, trying to get warm. However, she did drag herself from bed to go eat breakfast. She ate quietly and remained withdrawn. She looked up at Vaustin as he addressed them, nodding her assent to his request. Once breakfast was done, she donned her armor and waited for the others to return to their exploration.
Narcisa keeps a paranoid eye out as they retreat back into the building and to the safety of the refugee camp. She inclines her head to Elren'dor, returning to the room they had used the night before after they have their supper. She'll remove her armor, then snuggle into the cot, hesitant to go back to sleep, but ultimately will, because she's worn out.
Narcisa moves to catch up, swinging her sword at the creature again.
Narcisa lashes out at the creature again as it begins to take off with their companion. She screams at the creature, "Give him back!" -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa follows after the group, looking uncomfortable as they head out into the garden, "I don't think this is the best of ideas..." Narcisa then shrieks as Elren'dor is suddenly mauled by the winged creature. She moves in to attack it. -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa looks startled as the door bursts open, then panicked as the fog tendrils roll in. The panic switches to confusion as the reindeer enters the room. Her head tilts to the side as the great creature releases the packages and then she looks worried as it charges back out into the fog. She waits until the doors are securely shut before she investigates the packages. Picking up the one with her name, she examines it. She pokes around inside the pouch she got, unable to really see inside. Frowning, she turns it upside, yelping as the copper starts pouring out, "The hell?!" Her eyes widen at the pile as it grows, "This place is so weird!" -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa wrinkles her nose, "I would rather try to smash a living rat carpet right now than find out the creature in our dreams is out there waiting for us." -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa shivers a bit, "A few rats I can handle. People sized rats, whatever. Swarms of nasty, furry, writhing carpets of chattering disease carrying s!&@ makers? I'll pass." -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa seems to regain her calm after they are safely away from the rats. She listens to the song, then shrugs at Smallest Sun, speaking quietly, "If that doesn't work, I can always try slapping her..." -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa shrieks as the rats are whipped into a frenzy, unable to articulate an appropriate expletive as the group flees the room. She helps Smallest Sun slam the doors closed, "Rats! It had to be rats! Can we please burn this part of the hellhole to the ground?!" -Posted with Wayfinder
Narcisa picks herself off the broken table with a wheezing grunt, however she faithfully follows after the group as they go to investigate the next room. She backpedals out of the room as the swarms of rats appear, moving to be behind Elren'dor, yelping, "Nope. Nope. Lotsa Nope!"
Narcisa wrinkles her nose at the room, "Well this is weird. Why doesn't this place look wrecked like the rest of this place. And why the hell are there so many bludgeoned bodies all over the place?'
Narcisa will keep her hand on the handle of her rapier, following close to Helena as they explore.
Narcisa takes a step back at seeing the brutality of the deaths, "..These disciples are.. awful. If this guy is responsible for causing this, I'm gonna have fun stabbing him... a lot..."
Narcisa follows after Helena, "I really don't like this place. Once we get out of here, and find out who or what caused us to be put here, I'm going to gut them like fish. A@~%~&!s."
Narcisa looks thoughtful, then tries knocking on the door, "Hello? If someone's in there, we apologize if we've scared you. We've just gotten past the crazy eye wall and we're trying to figure out what's going on and how to escape. So, as long as you're not planning on trying to kill us, we won't hurt you. We're going to go looking around, so please don't mind us." Narcisa gestures for the group to continue.
Narcisa rubs the bridge of her nose as the silence returns, the eye no longer a threat or in existence. She follows after the group, muttering to herself in response to Helena's statement, something to the effect of walls, male genitalia and being slightly amused. She looks over at the consultation room at Elren'dor's suggestion. She shrugs, then heads in that direction, "Doesn't hurt to look."
Narcisa steps back away from the creature, looking to her rapier and then sheathing it. She switches to one of her daggers. She then snarls back at the creature, "You're not a who anymore! We don't even know what you are now! Can you even see what you've become?!"
Narcisa winces at the creature, then looking disgusted as it tries to bite at Helena. Rather than spouting an expletive, she launches into the offensive, slashing out at the creature.
Narcisa glowers at the lack of paperwork, "Calistira's f+@$ing taut nipples! Were we admitted under different names?! Who the hell brought us here?! What caused us to be in such a state that we would need to be brought here?!" She tosses a pile of paperwork off to the side, "We had to be brought here under false names. Unless someone bribed someone to get us in here without any paperwork, but then, where are the records of how we were being treated?" She drops her hands on her hips and then growls, "She said something about a thing growing that we need to get rid, lets go stab it."
Narcisa looks around at the group, having discarded her leather piece back onto the pile. She shivers a bit, "I was running from the fog, then I found a body. Pretty sure it was my own.. but as I got closer an elf ran past me screaming, asking himself what had he done. Seemed terrified enough. I woke up, then started checking my armor, trying to confirm if it was the same in my dream, when I must have drifted off again, because there appeared to be scratches in the leather that started bleeding when I woke up again." She looks over at the nurse who enters the room.
She then speaks up to him, "Is it alright if I remain to look around the records area? I didn't get much progress in before I realized how exhausted I was. I can take what I'm looking for elsewhere to review."
Narcisa gasps as she sits up this time, looking around. She shivers, tossing the piece back onto the pile of her armor, she snuggles into the sheets tighter. Her eyes wonder around the room, pondering what the hell she could have done to ended up in this ungodly hellhole.
Narcisa sits up in the cot, feeling just as tired as she did last night, the last of the dream echoing in her mind. She frowns, trying to place the face of the elven man. She shivers and hugs herself, looking over to where she left her armor. She reaches over to grab a piece, then lays back down on the cot, looking over the piece with a frown.
Narcisa hums to herself as she pokes around cabinets. When she finds the lash, she raises an eyebrow and then rolls her eyes as she puts it back. She doesn't get too far into her exploration when she finds herself yawning. She closes the cabinet and stretches as she walks away. Upon finding the chaplain's unoccupied bed, she looks pleased. She quickly extracts herself from her leathers, then crawls into the bed. She yawns big, "Way better than the floor." She yawns again and quickly drifts off into sleep.
Narcisa makes her way back to the office. She hums softly to herself as she extracts her tools and goes to work on the lock barring her way into the records area.
Narcisa shrugs a bit, "Eh, if we have a key, we have a key. Not much to worry about." She smiles up at Winter. She then looks to Helena, "Should I poke around the office by myself?"
Narcisa looks up to Winter, "Would it be alright if we looked around the chaplain's record room? I noticed he had some file cabinets in there, it might give us another clue to what's going on." She pauses, frowning, lowering her voice so it didn't travel beyond the conversation at hand, "Are children here normally or did something happen for them to end up here?"
After her attempts to peel a potato ended with most of the peel still attached to potato, Narcisa finds herself shooed out of the kitchen. She looks around, unsure what she should do with herself. So, doing what she thinks she's okay with, she starts to go poking around rooms within the barricade, seeing what was around, also sort of looking for the records room.
After a little while, she snorts to herself, What the hell am I actually good at? After smelling the delicious scent, she finds herself back and enjoying the tasty food that Smallest Sun and Helena had made. She listens to Elren'dor and Helena speak, nodding where appropriate, aimlessly moving the spoon through her empty bowl.
Narcisa goes to see if she can help with the cooking, following after the warrior.
She pauses, looking at the pots and pans, then looking up to Helena, "I don't think I'm suited for this."
Narcisa is quiet as she disarms, laying down her growing collection of daggers, her morningstar and rapier. She drops her hands onto her hips, looking at her weapons as if trying to remember if she had put them all down, before following after the group. As the group passes through the collection of survivors, she begins to keep her arms across her chest, sort of hugging herself as they continue. She looks around at the shrines in the chapel, frowning when she doesn't see one to Calistria. She remains quiet as Winter speaks to the group, nodding a little as Helena answers the questions about what happens. She perks up when they are given the stew, diving into the bowl with gusto. She remains quiet throughout the conversation, opting to eat and listen than to provide any of her insights. Her enthusiasm for eating slows as the topic of yellow fog is brought up. She looks towards the window, expression rather bland.
Narcisa returns the spiteful glare, "That's what you get for trying to kill us first! B&#+#." She uses the wall for support as she rises to her feet, taking up the potion and swallowing it. She makes a 'bleh' face as it goes down, but relaxes a bit as the warmth passes through her. Feeling bettering, she rubs at her chest, looking down at the hole in her leather, "Grr.. stupid b@#~@.. I liked this piece."
Naricsa looks a bit wobbly after she's brought back from the brink of near death. She looks up at Helena, "You're really big." She takes the dagger, then glares at the dying doppelganger. She mutters something under her breath, sounding suspiciously like an angry string of mismatched curses, she then stabs the doppelganger in the throat.
Narcisa yelps as the doppelganger slashes at her, "S#!*!" She swings her blade at the "Doctor".
Narcisa remains in her hiding spot, glancing around the room.
She'll wait for Helena's signal to pounce on anything.
Narcisa growls to herself, ducking behind an object to remain unseen for the moment, intending to attack the creature as it comes towards the group.
Narcisa glances around at her companions, then shrugs, "Okay, I'll let him go."
She takes a wide path around to stand behind the ghoul, she then proceeds to stab the ghoul with her rapier in an attempt to put him out of his undead misery.
Narcisa, having pried off the now re-dead hand, followed after the group, trying to wipe herself clean, muttering quietly to herself about wanting a hot bath. They enter the room and she stops in her tracks, watching the exchange between the group and the ghoul and the human. She blinks a couple of times at the ghoul's articulation. She turns her attention to Smallest Sun as he speaks to her, "I.. I thought undead were mindless? Why does he talk as if he's normal?"
Narcisa attempts to jump away from the writhing viscera.
She gags as the hand latches to her throat, starting to claw at it to get it off.
Narcisa makes disgusted noises as she tries to free herself from the entrails.
She then slashes at the undead, moving hand near her.
Narcisa makes a sound of disgust, attempting to jump away from the creature as its insides tries to grab her.
"Smallest Sun! Was that supposed to happen?!"
Narcisa follows after Helena quietly, looking around.
Narcisa moves in to make sure the creature stays dead.
Narcisa slashes at the creature as it tries to get in a better position to fight back.
She then attacks once more with a "Ha!"
Clearly I am meant more to stay quiet while attacking.
Narcisa gives a quick glance about, looking for any other creatures it could be talking to.
If Sneak Attack was successful:
Narcisa also takes a look around, sneaking along after Helena and Elren'dor afterwards.
Narcisa nods her agreement, "The last thing we want is them to think we're trying to circumvent their barricade. I don't feel like taking a crossbow bolt to the head..." She'll follow after Helena down the hall.
Narcisa throws her hands up in frustration, "Calistria's f#&&ing t$&+! We are not monsters! We just want to know how we got here. Can't you just assign a less jumpy guard to follow us around while we look at the records? If it'll make you feel better, do you want me to bring you the head of the b%%** that we rescued Campre from before your guard killed him?"
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