Search Posts
Hi, Kobold Catgirl! There’s a Privacy Settings section under Account Settings. You have to scroll past the Messageboard Aliases section (which is a lot of scrolling if you have dozens of characters!). Privacy Settings includes this:
I believe the box is checked by default, so most people can receive private messages. But some of us have chosen to un-check that box to ensure we will not receive private messages. (It’s not personal. Either anyone can PM you or no one can.)
Thank you. Would forum posts be like those from a deleted character?—the post is intact, but there’s no avatar or linked profile?
Is it possible to delete my account? If yes, I would like to know how.
World 6-1: Savi feels the cold is quite literally going to end her! She shrinks to her diminutive form so she can see, and she wills dancing lights all around.
She needs shelter—badly!
…and Savi follows it, shouting, “I haven’t actually thought this throoooooough!”
“Well, going to dinner covered in spattered vermin is the second worst idea.” Savi uses Prestidigitation to clean bits of rat off of Baraxx (and anyone else who’s a mess).
And if he gets ‘em all… one less thing.
After Lunk casts Haste, Savi strikes, then flies back to him.
Savi happily accepts her sleeves from Lunk (who apparently fished them out of her bottle). She puts on one translucent sleeve… “No, they didn’t eat… why? Did rats eat Bedu’s clothes?” When she puts on the other sleeve, a blue backless minidress and matching jazzercise leg-warmers (but no underwear) cover her nude form. “No, they don’t taste… oh, yuck, Baraxx. Just no. No, not just no. No and yuck.”
Savi shrinks to a speck and flutters around the box.
Savi suddenly grows to six inches tall—and naked! ”RATS!” she says, while kind of pointing her knees together, failing to cover her (flat) breasts with her forearms, squishing them together, and she’s just given up on the butt. “Not rats-I’m-naked, though yes, that too, but rats-under the box!” She swivels to face Baraxx (who WAS buttside), “I mean THAT box!” Her aura is red as her cheeks as she points at the chained box.
Savi becomes invisible in her bottle before she flies out naked, in case she needs to change size. Before* flying away, she replies to Nik, “I tend to will myself not to glow when I’m invisible, but I can flicker a light if you want a signal.” *Or so it seems. She really started to fly up, turned back, and spoke from next to Nik’s head. Being invisible means not having to admit to inefficient flight patterns!
Savi notices Lunk is signing a lot. She looks at the people tending to her, focusing on one who is young and female and cute and maybe doesn’t look like Kid Artemis since Lunk missed that boat, but so what! Lunk’s looking out for me. He really cares, so I’m gonna have his back too! Sylvan: Savi’s Sylvan is completely unintelligible to anyone tiny or larger. Anyone small or smaller can tell her words are choked by sobs.
”CaRrY mEeEeEeEe…” But once the folks at the leafy sanctuary giver her preferential treatment, Savi is rejuvenated! ”Civilization! I mean… nature, at last. Lunk, take my worldly possessions!” Savi shrinks to her littlest form, letting her sleeves and katana fall into Lunk’s hands. She calls out in Sylvan to whoever thinks fairies are awesome, which seems to be most people— Sylvan: <Food… bath… please>
In Lunk’s hand, there is a faint greenish glow. A glimmering speck struggles to free itself from the sleeve like a mouse in a nylon stocking. Up close, it is Savi—a winged woman so minuscule she could sprawl on your pinky toenail. She rises, flying erratically, disoriented by the gargantuan proportions! Even if she moves close enough for her companions to make out her shape, they probably can’t hear her words. —at least not when she speaks the language of big people. Sylvan is the language of fey. Even the tiniest mouth has a voice. Sylvan: <What . . . me . . . worry!>
"Uhm, Baraxx, you can...Savi, you can drop my tail now. Please. I don't think we need the circle anymore. We can walk back from here." “Ohhh, but it’s so fluffy… I could get lost in your fur!” Savi flutters about and seems a little awkward. “I mean… I really could.” She looks at Lunk. “I’m not joking!—I…”
Savi says to Skellington XI, “That belongs in a museum.” Then she points to the other shambler and says, “So do you!”
“Of course,” Savi grumbles. She turns invisible but it’s a knee-jerk reaction. “So whatever we’re doing, suggest we do it NOW, and then immediately GTFO. G for Gate. Destination: Surprise Me.”
Savi says, “I love how you guys think! Make a plan, scrap it, scrap scrapping! Men plan and gods laugh, y’know?”
Savi takes the hands of Rinika and Baraxx, and purposely faces Lunk as everyone circles up for plane shift. “Be gentle with me, haha.”
Savi says, “Go for it! Or I can fly and drop if you’re afraid you’ll miss.”
Savi repeats the point that Lunk repeated three times. “Bone and only bone’s gotta strike. So… just hit the brakes. Maybe use a skeleton’s rib cage as a face mask or something? “Is there a bone armor spell or something?” The fairy shrugs. To Jek, “You’re a devotee of What’s Her Face? Kiaransalee?”
Savi is deeply disturbed by what Lunk signs to her. “Okay… so Lunk knows how to destroy the barrier. He asked about burrowing, taking the safest route there, what gets us all in the place where the sparkly stick is… and… same answer: a disintegrate spell, a devotee of Kiaransalee touches the barrier in her name, bones and… only bones are struck against the barrier… with great force.” It’s apparent Savi does not want to relay this message. A sacrifice to a s%~!ty goddess, or maybe more like she-devil, is the price of admission. “Tenebrous is the ogre-lady’s boss-man. Lunk heard a message in whatever language you guys were speaking before. If any of you knows the language and can read Lunk’s memory, he says go ahead and find out what else he heard. “Also, the gold headband… touch the scepter to it, and that’ll destroy it.” She reports the only unanswered question of importance, “We don’t know why Tenebrous keeps the scepter. The question of his motive went unanswered.”
Savi replies, “Ask Lunk. He seems kinda dim, but ask the right questions and he just comes up with answers! It’s weird!”
Savi bows politely. “First of all, names…” She does that, ending with herself, “Savi. And you are?” She leaves time for a name, but can read a room. She’ll go on and answer the question… sort of. “Lunk and I are entertainers. We wanted to leave our world for boring reason, and see what’s out there! We saw a big beautiful tree, some strange cities… and not gonna lie, horrifying violence too. “But all the fun and the not-fun wars and the beauty and the ugliness… none of it will matter because of a really big stick. I mean, really big, as in planet-smashingly big. “So be us cats or demons or fairies or kinda regular guys or not regular guys, we all have one thing in common. We don’t want the multiverse to implode. I’m not really sure who could be for that, but… well now that I’ve said all that, I certainly hope you’re not, or wouldn’t that be awkward?”
Savi complies, but must protest. Sign: <I beg to differ. Disco is dead. Where did it go? Not heaven. Hell’s too hot for disco, so where else but the abyss? And demons are not hard to win over! I won over Baraxx with my butt.>
Savi wills some dancing lights to illuminate the path. She adjusts her sleeves, changing her costume to a glittery banana-and-turquoise-toned Disco Fairy minidress + platform shoes ensemble.
“Did we just get… pooped?” Savi wills Prestidigitation to clean herself, others, herself, herself…
Savi flies up as well, alongside Baraxx. “I can totally relate to hanging out with someone way bigger than you. But living under your way-bigger-friend’s fat folds? I dunno… am I being judgmental?” Savi gives Baraxx a serious expression, or at least it’s serious for someone wearing a clown wig, a red nose, and a little maid outfit.
”Now where's the fool who cast a spell on me.” “We killed that guy,” Savi buIIshits. “Like my outfit? I call it ‘clownmaiden.’ I’m not ready for comedy-burlesque, but if that ever becomes a thing, this outfit’s a necessary step. “Oh, and the guys who didn’t cast that spell on you surrendered and the barkeep said drinks are on the house if you agree to no-revengezees.” She whispers to the barkeep, ghost sound accompanying her words, “I’m maaaagic’ly whispering so Big Red can’t heeeeear meeeee… but he can totally see my lips moving, so I can’t talk long or I’ll look suss. “That’s short for suspicious to save time. Anyway, ya gotta get those drinks to us quickly—no buts!—matter o’ life and death. I think my clownmaiden costume’s not calming enough. I’m doing my best to keep the peace even though they started it.” She points at the guys who started the fight.
Savi flies over the bunch and says, “You really wanna tell us everything too. Laughing boy only held back because he knows I hate the way you big people always kill each other. ’What time is it?’ ‘Prepare to die!’ I mean, can you all come up with a code word for let’s-not-kill-each-other? —like ‘hello.’ “Only, do that later. Now tell us what the Ingress is, why it’s such a big deal you tried to murder us for asking po-lite-lyyyyy. And don’t dilly-dally. Big Red gets pretty pissed after a fit of magically-compelled laughter.” Savi changes her outfit to a little French maid uniform with a rainbow clown wig and a red ball nose. “I’m wearing the clownmaiden outfit to calm him. To save your asses!!! Do ya get me? Talk like your life depends on it!”
Savi spring-attacks the same dude!
Savi spring-attacks from Lunk’s shoulder!
She springs right back to an empty barstool, well away from the troll.
Savi wills Prestidigital special effects on the seat of That Somebody’s pants: warm, soiled.
Savi wakes up singing, “And maybe tonight, maybe tonight, you’ll be gonnnnnne!” Her ghost sound supplies power-balladesque backup vocals.
She finds herself clad in black leather and fishnet, and isn’t exactly sure why. (Or maybe her expression of bewilderment is just part of the act.)
In my dreams, I’m beautiful… and baaaaad!
Savi experiments with the curse. I’m gonna make something yellow. She uses Prestidigitation to make a scale model of the Triforce.
Savi takes the cue and wills ghost sounds to gasp and ooh in the kind of disgust one expresses knee jerk and then attempts to reverse time and stifle the sound. The voice is genderlessly generic, so the bugbear shouldn’t know who to slug. And the many who made the sound are all dispersed and far enough away that they’re obscured by the nearer people who dare not react.
“Yeah. What he said.” Savi has no idea what Jek said, but it sure sounds encouraging. That or he’s hitting on her, which is my dumb luck. If he hit it off with Glimmerhoof, Bedu would see I’m as tall as she is. Maybe we would be friends…! I wonder what it’s like to hang out with someone who’s casually naked all the time. I’d be like, ‘hey, Bedu, check out my outfit!’ And she’d be like, ‘ain’t ya too hot in that dress?’ And I’d be like, ‘snort-laugh, you’re so cool!’ And she’d be like, ‘whatevs.’ Aww, I can’t even fantasize us working out.
Savi flutters down to the sad bariaur. “I know your friend said we should pike off, but your eyes say ‘pike on.’ How can we turn your frown upside down?”
As for Savi…
Savi has taken the barkers ‘uh-huh’ to mean, ‘it’s a deal you adorable little bundle of awesomeness; fly as you please.’ She flies about looking for the best possible view but without being a spectacle herself. To be sure, she wills ooh/yay ghost sounds to accompany her outbursts— ”Prettyyyyyy!” ”Wooowwwww!” ”La, La, La—OH DEAR GODS! STRAIGHT OUTTA MY NIGHTMARES!” ”D’awwwwwww!” ”Wooooooo!” (She respectfully listens and applauds afterwards.) ”Yayyyyyyy!” ”Hahaha… huh? I don’t get—OOOOOOhhhhh!!!! Hahahaha!” ”EEP! I’m twelve inches tall and that space looks tight to ME! And she doesn’t even have wings! And that’s… that… BRAVA! BRAVO!”
“If Bedu were here, I’d pretend this is a date, and I’d be like, yawwwwn. Not yawn-I’m-bored but yawn-I’m-looking-for-an-excuse-to-put-my-arm-around-you. Only I’d ask permission first. Not cool to surprise a fairy by reaching between her neck and wings. “I’m having fun anyway! I will bury myself in popcorn if the clowns come back, so don’t eat too fast.”
Since Lunk signs as he thinks, Savi sees what he told the bored lady.
Oh please say yes to that! I love the circus and the theater, but I’m so short. Y’know how tall people block the view, or some jerk who won’t take of their hat, or worst of all, a tall jerk in a tall hat. Y’know, right? Well for me, EVERYBODY’s too tall to see past. But if I can fly up above or perch somewhere, this’ll be the best circus EVER! She takes a platinum from Lunk’s hand. Here I… uhh… can give you the… unggg, so heavy for my little fairy arms… She lands on the table and walks with the coin to place it in the woman’s hand.
Savi says excitedly, “A circus! A circus! A circus! No to cheap seats! We got bucks! Let’s SPLURGE!”
Savi QuickDraws her ‘Needle’ and spring-attacks!
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?” She hides behind Rinika’s poofy fro and hopes the giant dog thing didn’t notice the tiny fairy who just woke up and did what she shouldn’t have.
Savi yawns. “Playing follow-the-leader is easier when I’m the follower ‘cause someone can carry me.” She gives Lunk sad puppy eyes. “Carry me.”
Savi sings! “HONEYCOMB’S BIG! YEAH YEAH YEAH! IT’S NOT SMALL! NO NO NO!” A ghost sound chorus joins in, if anyone happens to hear melodic moaning over the howling hurricane. She leads the way if no one else is sure where to go. She isn’t either! She lights the way with dancing lights and dances through the air to singing nobody can hear over the damn wind!
Savi notices feelings in Lunk that are as disturbing as they are sudden. First, there is fear. It’s intense. She flies to him (still invisible) to calm him, but suddenly there is another oddity. Confusion. A thrill??? And… a dawning remorse. She sits on his shoulder. “I’m with you Lunk! Why are you—EEEEK!”
Savi looks down at the voice, thinking, mucking up the prank already? Amateurs! Facing the Voice:
|
