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As Tupp is trying to diffuse the situation with accidental threats, his chicken start squawking like mad over his shoulder. "BAWK! Buh-Gawk!!" Sori calls, puffing out her feathers and flapping her wings to look as big as possible. "" You and your friends like to scare young girls, huh!? Tupp, let be at 'em! Let me at 'em!
Sori looks up at Tupp, who's currently wearing clothes a decade out of style and fraying at the edges, and clucs under her breath. The things I have to do to get you to actually buy something.
As soon as Sori has untangled herself from the straps of the backpack and settled back down into her hollow, she peeks over Tupp's right shoulder and clucks. "Bok bok bok..." She looks at Ylva, then at Janira, and bobs her head a little with another quiet cluck before looking back towards the cave. Never could get used to landings... Ahem, well, if Tupp's on guard duty, I guess pruning is going to have to wait. Honestly, almost everything slips past the poor boy without me to point them out.
Sori looks quizzically at Ylva as the Ulfen woman's hand moves slowly towards her beak. "Bok? B-" What are you doing? What, wai- Incredulous that Ylva would clamp her beak shut, Sori is just about to raise all heck... But then the stroking starts. Aahh, that's the spot. She's surprised to find herself rotating her head with Ylva's hand, then her right leg inexplicably starts stomping and waggling in the air. Finally, as Ylva is getting helped to her feet, the rather embarrassed chicken hops off of her chest and start waddling back towards Tupp. "Buk buk bok." Ahem! Right, yes... That was, umm, that was most improper...
Unsure how she feels about being used as a distraction, Sori waddles gingerly away from the front lines. That was way closer to a skeleton's face than she ever wanted to be and she needs a moment to regain her composure. So, as Ylva is being healed by Kiango, Sori takes the opportunity to hop onto her chest and sits down for a bit. The chicken stares down into Ylva's eyes as they flutter open, "Bok bok!" She clucks softly, her head quickly tilting from side to side. "Buk bok buh-gawk." And I thought Tupp was bad! Empress, lend this foolish young woman your guidance so that she may survive next time she feels like doing something like that.
Sori watches on with exasperation as Tupp looks up when he's told to bend down. "Bok bok-bok... Buk buk buh-gawk." She clucks, flapping her wings at the young halfling as he follows the arc of the throw with an awestruck expression on his face. "I see that one flew over your head, Tupp" Ha! Just add it to the list. Honestly, sometimes it's like guiding a rock golem... Only they actually do what you ask them to. As her ward just stands there, apparently dumbstruck, Sori decides that now is not the time for subtlety. "BAAWK!" She clucks loudly, and starts running as fast as she can at Tupp, flapping her wings noisily. PAY ATTENTION TUPP!
As Tupp is quietly packing away his things, his chicken is making a right racket by the side of the pool. "BAAWK! BOK BOK BUH-GAAAWK!" She falls over laughing, her wings flapping wildly as she rocks back and forth. "BUK BAAAAWK BUK BOK BOK!" Oh, this is soo much better than the farm! By the time that her ward has finished stowing his things, Sori has calmed down a little and manages to get back to her feet. She jumps back onto Tupps backpack and sits there for a while, making herself comfortable as the others finish up, still clucking quietly with laughter.
Sori watches closely as Ylva hands over the cloak, wondering if their hands will momentarily touch and sparks fly. However, this close, she is able to figure out the truth of the situation... Disappointed, the nosy chicken stops craning her neck over Tupp's shoulder and instead, sinks further into the hollow she has made in the top of Tupp's pack as she clucks grumpily. "Bok bok." He looks too old for her anyway...
Sori flies up and crashes down on Tupp's backpack, "Buk bok bok!" She clucks, craning her neck over her ward's shoulder so that she can get a better view. Oh, this should be interesting! She's not particularly good at gauging the emotions of humanoids, but with Ylva's waggling eyebrows and Uori's longing stares, she's sure that love is in the air. Wishing she had some popcorn, she wills Tupp to get closer so that she can watch the beautiful scene in these beautiful surroundings play out. However, she also knows what Tupp is like, and decides to give the young halfling a little divine guidance in the desperate hope that he doesn't ruin this touching moment between two lovebirds.
Feeling that her short legged ward needs all the help he can get in swamps and long grass, Sori does her best to get Tupp to keep the handy potion in case of emergency. The ruse is carried off without a hitch, and she clucks quietly as she watches the young halfling tuck the potion away. "Bok Bok Buh-gawk..." Well, it worked, but honestly Tupp, do I look like a dog to you?
"BAWK bok bok buk buk!" As a lover of puns, Sori laughs heartily at the joke, flapping her wings in hysterics, "Buh-GAWK buk bok bok!" Making full use of her unique link with her ward, Sori takes advantage of the situation and sends waves of mirth and reassuring emotions to her ward. Cowards... Cow-ards... COW-ards! HA ha ha!
"Bok..." Sori clucks miserably. But I could have sworn it was that way...
Sori hops down from her perch and waddles over to inspect the remains of the remaining snakes. "B-Bok?" She clucks quietly, before looking up at both Tupp and Janira. "Bok bok bawk! Gawk buk buh-gawk?" Finally she starts scratching and pecking at the floor, moving closer and closer to Tupp before 'accidentally' catching a toe and immediately running off into the long grass. A draw? Ha, I like this one! Empress, why couldn't you assign me to the halfling with a brain instead of this one?
"Buh-gawk! Buk bok?" Sori starts clucking loudly, her feathers ruffled as she runs through the legs of Pathfinder agents. "BAWK! Bok bok." In a flurry of wing beats, she finally hops clumsily onto a log and continues to make a racket. Tupp! Why don't you think before you act? GET BACK! Listen to Janira and stop trying to do everything on your own.
"Bok bok." Sori clucks as she flies up and lands less than gracefully on his backpack. "Buk bok bok" She continues to complain while she scratches at the top of the pack to make it comfortable again now that everything has been rearranged in there, and the plops herself down with a view over Tupp's right shoulder. Come, he says, like I'm some kind of pet or something... Empress forgive me, I do hope this boy is worth it.
"Buh buk bok." Sori complains a little, flapping her wings back at the serving woman. However, she quickly gives in to the shooing and jumps off the table and onto Tupp's old pack, sending up a plume of dust and dirt. "Buh-gawk!" She clucks sourly as she wiggles around, trying to make a little hollow to lay in. Bah, it's more comfortable down here anyway.
The chicken clucks a few more times and shakes her tail feathers at Ylva, apparently not a great fan of the idea. She then settles down near Tupp, as far from Ylva's reach as possible, before focusing her attention on Sylvak.
With all the new sounds around, Sori looks around just in time to see the groggy about to pounce. "GAAAWK! bok bok buk." In a trail of feathers, the sprightly chicken leaps from the table and through the legs of the portly noble who has just arrived. After the crash that follows, Sori flutters up to the top of a nearby table and turns to look at the prone humans. "Bok buk." She clucks happily as she watches the ensuing scene. Ha! Serves you right.
Just as the halfling in samurai armour leaves, you hear a ruckus from outside, "Buk buk BAHGAWK!" And a white chicken comes careening into the room, clucking loudly as it runs around the tables and chairs before jumping on the table next to the jade gentleman. "Buk?" It's head tilts from side to side, seemingly appraising the man. You look funny! You a Pathfinder?
"Bok buk buh-gawk!" Who you calling chicken? I'm not scared of no puddy cat!
As Tupp jumps from his position, completely forgetting that he was guarding from a possible ambush, Sori rolls her eyes and flies off his head, landing soon after on Bon Jon's shoulder. "May the Empress guide your sword hand." She tweets softly in his ear.
"Tupp! Stop telling your opponents what you're about to do..." Sori cries with exasperation as her ward misses yet again and receives another nasty whack for his troubles. She sighs and flies up to land on Koani's shoulder. "Honestly, that boy is going to be the death of me. Please do what you can to protect him from himself, and may the Empress guide your bow when you do."
As Tupp steps forward, Sori flies out of his hair and flies carefully at Blaarg, landing at his feet. "May the Empress guide your claws." She tweets softly, laying a wing on his talon before, very quickly, hopping away.
Sori, still perched on Tupp's head, studies the scene with growing anger. However, she's more than a little concerned that the captives could get hurt if a fight broke out. "Careful Tupp! Keep calm..." She gently whispers, knowing (and actually experiencing) Tupp's strong feeling about those who keep slaves. "Take note of their positions, this room is dangerously small for a fight with so many innocents present."
Sori's little wings wave emphatically for the rest of the group to not enter the doorway. At the same time Tupp grips his so tightly, his hands turn white, a sudden wave of anxiety hitting him from his inexplicable link with Sori. She flies back towards the others, and quietly explains the situation. "There are two more... guards(?) waiting inside. They seem to be in a trance, but if we head in now, we face being surrounded and in very real danger." She whispers in ears. "I fear we need to deal with the bowmen first."
Sori gives a couple of quick flaps to gather height and speed, then glides swiftly around the corner, landing lightly in front of what she hopes is the entrance. With a quick hop, she turns around and waves a wing at Koani.
Sensing that everyone is a little reticent to travel any further into the keep, Sori decides to take matters into her own talons. "You wait here, Tupp. I'll have a quick look around the corner." She whispers as she shakes her wings free of Tupp's hair. "Stay very quiet." With that, she takes flight around the corner, cringing slightly as Tupp calls after her. "Okay, but be careful, Sor!"
Sori pops her head out of Tupp's hair and looks around. "If you ever become a leader of freedom fighters, Tupp, we're going to have to have a few more things to worry about other than a place to stay." She says disapprovingly as she studies the ruined wall. "Like how you're going to respect authority, for instance, while you're trying to destabilise a government. Remember the code, Tupp!"
A tiny, exasperated voice can be heard shouting from the trees, "How many times, Tupp? Don't call your attacks! Your opponents can HEAR you." Tupp, however, is either too far away or too distracted to hear.
Sori lays a wing on Koani and whispers, "May the Empress guide your hand and keep you from harm." Then, with a quick glance towards Tupp, she flies back to the trees to hide.
Sori, still on Tupp's head, scans the area, "I'll rest in the trees tonight, I think." She says thoughtfully, "That way I can watch out of sight and get help if needed. But for now, we need to decide on where to place the scepter to make sure it gets stolen. I suggest leaving it poking out of a bag near someone's bedroll. That way it'll look like we want to keep it close, but the guard will either be sleeping or elsewhere keeping watch."
"Well, I-" Sori stops short of answering Bartimaeus when Valsin walks in the room, quickly flying over to land on Tupp's head to make sure the distracted halfling knows that he should be paying attention.
Sori shakes her head and hops a couple of times a little closer to Bartimaeus while Tupp removes his hand from his pack, and continues to watch Styrian intently, "Religious studies, mostly. I'm also trying to teach some common sense to the boy. To be honest, it's like talking to a brick wall most of the time. Look at him. Someone asks to see his sword and he immediately gives it to them, leaving himself defenceless. I know Pathfinders are mostly trustworthy, but he'd do the same thing with any stranger who walks up to him on the street."
A little Red-flanked Bluetail pops out from the halfling's nest of curly hair, "Stop worrying, Tupp." She tweets softly, "This is the right place, you're just too early... As usual. Honestly, I know you're excited, but you have to try and calm down. Why don't you sit down over there and we can go over why Shizurans consider solar eclipses as being sacred- Don't roll your eyes, Tupp. It'll help relax you while waiting for the others to arrive." |
