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Veroca crawls out of her bedroll, rat first as she usually does. She scowls some more. She's definitely grumpy when she doesn't get her sleep. But, she doesn't say anything, just silently creeps with the others. As usual, she hangs in the back, holding onto the rat, ready to hex the nearest person.
Veroca sleeps right through it, unless someone assigns her to a watch.
Veroca is all for exploring. She geared up the next morning without comment, tucking her rat into her hood and perching herself precariously on her horse to head out with the others.
Veroca collects her rat again, talking to it quietly. Yeah, she's definitely an odd one.
Veroca frowns, and silently runs over towards the bears. Or, she tries to anyway. She doesn't try to touch the mama bear instead literally tossing the small figure of her familiar towards her - the small creature has less of a chance of being noticed.
Veroca scowls, whispering quietly to her rat. Then she points at the worm thing with one point finger, and whispers to it in a quiet sing song.
Veroca had fallen asleep as soon as she got there. She was tired and still a bit confused about the fixation on money. Once it became evident that the cave was not interesting in a magical or explory sort of way, she lost interest. And so she slept, still feeling uneasy, once back at the camp, only to be woken up by the roaring bear. She startles awake, hair in a strange tangle around her head, scrambling for her rat. She looks grumpy. Casters need their rest! Sighing, though, the noise does not appear to be diminishing, and so she lugged herself out of her bedroll to look for the rest of the group near the source of the noise.
Veroca had stayed away from the lizards. She didn't appear overly fond of them, wrapping herself up in her cloak and staying to the back. Today, the changeling and her glossy rat ride in front, and she seems curious about the caves, "And relegate anything interesting to those that come after us?" Veroca nearly pouts.
ZOOOOM SLAY
Veroca is as puzzled by Adam as she seemed to be by the haggling over coin. She peers at him and then shrugs, mostly quiet while he talks to her, but not unfriendly. Mention of the 'knights' just causes her to point at Salereon - he is the most knight-like after all, and shrug absently.
The commerce just confused Veroca. She wasn't interested in stuff or money, and so she hung by the gate and waited for her companions while they handled that. She keeps her peace on the redemption of Rupert as well, though she did keep her oddly colored eyes focused on him for the duration of his speeches. And then, she and her rat trucked out with the rest of the party on their journey. "The stag lord is powerful in these parts," The quiet woman notes from the back of the party as they've pause to figure out their way. "It would be best to fulfill our other obligations before we wandered so willingly to his lair. It is possible we would not come back."
Veroca just hung back. She watched them divvy up the loot, and talked to her rat, not too interested in what they do with the mere stuff.
Veroca tucks her rat into her sleeves, and finds her own horse to get back on while they decide what to do.
Veroca just stares at the rest of the bandits. She lets the others strip Kressle, and folds her arms. She assumes the woman's words will frighten them, and opening her mouth could only remove some of that fear. She is quiet, just petting her rat and trying to look threatening.
Grouse. Stupid Thai internet died again and wasn't going up...ugh. been arguing with the building for days. At the moment still spotty on the game store's internet. I'll keep you posted!
Veroca grumbles at the female bandit's non-satisfactory answer and turns to the others, quite normal looking when she turns around. She smiles, too, and gives an apologetic shrug, letting them interrogate as they will.
++ player stamp of approval for the GM! :D
He's a character from Firefly, I'm just quoting an episode. :D
"Mal ... bad. In the Latin."
"Who is the Stag Lord?" Inquires Veroca in her soft, almost soothing voice. She approaches Kressel again, and considers only for a moment of hesitation with a glance at Salereon. She lets her claws grow again, and brings them to caress her face, trailing the hard green tips to the woman's chin. They are somehow now more sensual then feral, and her vary-colored eyes are hypnotic. "It'd be wise to be truthful with me," She purrs.
Veroca collects her rat, and stands nearby, attempting to look creepy and feeling self-conscious about it. She's probably more successful than she realizes, offering the small smile she reserves for polite company. She pets the top of the rat's head, and it perks up onto its hind legs, also watching the prisoners.
Veroca highly approves of characters that are Mal. :)
Veroca only then seems to notice how odd she's become. She coughs and blushes a little bit. The claws fade back into her fingertips, leaving them as manicured as they usually appear, and her eyes, though still mismatched, no longer glow with that unnatural intensity. "I apologize," She murmurs with another little delicate cough. "I'm quite alright." Embarrassed, she scoots to collect her rat from Garren.
Veroca wades the rest of the way through the stream to get over to Kressle. "She won't remain asleep for long!" The witch warns, maybe to get Salereon to help her hold the lady down. Her claws are still out, and mismatched eyes feral.
Muttering to herself, annoyed, Veroca comes out of the bushes farther, shaking leaves free.She trots out to the edge of the stream, and without thinking about it, wades in the shallower water to be closer. Then she tries to hex the leader again! She scowls, the finger she's pointed at the woman growing pointed. It isn't the nail that grows, its the entire point of it, becoming hard and sharp and greenish. Her features somehow more feral. There is a wildness to Veroca that she usually hides in her veils and makeup, and she's getting annoyed.
Good luck with that RLs. Sorry to see you go!
Veroca comes crashing out of the bushes, less than stealthy. She tries to draw herself up threateningly, but there are some leaves in her hair. Still, she points at the leader-woman, and murmurs something soft and sibilant. Her green and purple eyes sort of glow, and she smiles at the woman bandit.
Veroca keeps her own council about the repentance of bandits, trying her best not to step on anything crackly or crunchy and frowning at her success rate. She says something under her breath to her rat, and tries to stay out of the way, multicolored eyes roaming the area they've found themselves in.
Veroca, who is bad at all things related to tracking and the wilderness, lurks in the back, talking to her rat now and then quietly. She keeps as sharp an eye out as she can, but the rangers and others will always have a better chance of seeing anything than her... She keeps her crossbow ready and wonders, "Are we thinking the wolves have something to do with the bandits, or seperate issue?"
Veroca flails when she's awoken with a hand over her mouth, and the glossy black rat that had been nestled in the crook of her neck streaks out to bite Garren's offending hand. Luckily, Veroca who is quick on the draw, figures out what's going on and snags her familiar before it bites the ranger, and sits up with a confused mumble. She huddles closer to the fire at the sound of the howls, not knowing a whole lot about wolves other than not wanting to meet any in a dark alley. She remains quiet, letting those more experienced with this kind of thing react.
"I wouldn't assume anything," Veroca murmurs. The witch has been quiet unless she's talking to her rat, her oddly colored eyes here and there as they ride out. "But it does look an good enough place to pause."
Veroca relaxes a bit once she comes to the realization that the threat is now overwith. She accepts Garion's hand to shake with a slight tilt of her head. A glossy black rat peeks over her shoulder as she greets him, "Thanks." She says simply. She's a pretty woman, with skin darkened by the sun and weather outside, and curious eyes - one is green, the other an odd gold. The rat on her shoulder is obviously well groomed, as as they talk, it sits on her shoulder, washing its whiskers and eyeballing them with eyes far too intelligent for a rat.
:D Sounds good. :D
I still need a backstory. HMMM.
I love the outside site ability to have multiple threads...
I'm dragging my feet on backgrounds - had a good time playing Shadowrun today, but didn't get much done. :D
Yes, that's what I ended up taking. :)
Yeah, I wanted to play her as a full on creepy changeling seducer enchanter - I know its wierd for Dreamspeaker, though I'm not really sure why, since Changelings seem to be focused on control, and Enchanting is a good patron for that... I was actually thinking she lives out in the wilds somewhere. There wasn't really a trait reflecting that. :( Anyway, mess away! :)
Mmkay here is Veroca ... working on a bit of fluff now! |
