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Viola takes the opportunity of not-walking to kneel a bit. That bit had never quite made sense to Viola. Why would a water goddess that hated undead require their remains to be buried in the ground? It had nothing to do with her domains, really, and just left the remains vulnerable to necromancers. It made even less sense when applied to Sarenrae, a goddess of fire. But she didn't say that. Only thought it. Instead, she set to work. She didn't really bother with helping to dig - she lacked the muscle to do much more than get in the way of a large group. What she did have, however, was experience. She'd spent time in her indiscretion-filled youth writing terrible poetry in graveyards and taken the time to make friends with the local gravedigger. As such, while she didn't quite have any overly useful tips to deliver in this muddy waterchoked environment, she could at least make sure they were doing it right, if not well.
Viola tilts her head as she continues to struggle. As they start to mount up, she pauses. "I... what the hell. Is this for real?" she asks looking to the pilgrims. "They throw a vial of stuff that is prohibitively expensive to make, and then freak out cause someone smacks them with a sword?"
Caught completely by surprise by the tanglefoot bag, she doesn't have time to respond before she's stuck firmly to the ground. She struggles against it - her only real option - but doesn't manage to free herself. "Oh, come on... you could have fed two small villages for the price of that thing. When you get swallowed up by some gargoyle or something it's gonna be on you that you wasted that. Remember that. This guy wasted an expensive tool on someone who was cooperating!"
Viola's gauntlet glows once more, this time with blood red runes. "You draw blood, I draw blood." She warns as she finally pulls he crossbow off her back, the runes immediately skittering across the surface.
Viola sighs and shakes her head, spreading the fingers on her gauntleted hand. Several runes begin to glow as she reaches for Alexis's weapon and crosses the intervening space. As soon as a finger lands on it, a wispy silver light arcs across it, blanketing it in pale copies of the glowing glyphs.
Viola was even less interested in starting the fight than Alexis. She just didn't want them to take her stuff... or worse, throw it on the ground.
Viola's lips tug into a thin line as things swiftly decline into violence.
"First, I am not throwing my father's crossbow on the ground. It will stay on my back. Second, you really can't have it both ways. They can't be a threat to your lord as an uprising and simultaneously no threat to a pilgrimage and its guards. Which is it? Are they dangerous, and thus could have extorted us, or are they not dangerous, and thus we were giving money to the sick and hungry?" Viola says, continuing to polish her gauntlet.
"Peasant Uprising..?" Viola asks, looking to Alexis. "Do you think he means the half-starved sickly folks on the bridge we gave money to for what I presume is food and medicine?" She asks, turning back to the rider. "Those peasants? Only uprising I think they'll be doing is out of bed. Assuming they have beds." She looks to Alexis once more, "Do your poor sleep in beds or on straw or what?
"I'm just going to consider it a merciful donation, personally, as opposed to a toll. Makes it a bit easier to swallow." Viola offers, shrugging. "Yup." Viola offers, using a rag to quickly polish her runed gauntlet. "Why do you ask?"
"You sure? I could probably lead us past... ish. Well... not exactly. Everything's pretty ick here. Probably best to stay out of the muck."
"You'd think the Lady of Graves' followers would be a little more... patient." Viola mumbles to herself, before looking to the toothless man.
"You know who these people are, right? Where they're going? Does it really seem like a good idea to extort them?" she asks, frowning. "How far are we from the Chapel of Guilt anyway?
Viola nods slowly, "It's not their fault, really." she says, chewing on her lip as she watches the apparent leader. "Ruling caste has conscripted them to war... so they're running a bit low on man-power, probably over something really petty. Probably taking crops to fuel their war, too. 'splains the lack of young men and the hunger. Can't really do much for helping with the big picture, can we?"
Seems good! Lots that can go wrong without it being the literal end of the world. :)
The first two things that Viola did when she was sent to 'deal with' the peasants was roll her eyes, though her rose-tinted goggles covered the childish action, the light huff that accompanied it wasn't quite so well-covered. As they made their way there, she took the time to think back to what she knew about the immediate area; while geography wasn't her forte, people most assuredly were. The reasoning for setting up a toll here likely had something to do with the situations within the area... desperation was far more likely than simple depredation. Especially with someone as formidable looking as Alexis. Regardless, she left a small amount of space between herself and them, while occasionally glancing back to the people that they were escorting to ensure nothing was inherently wrong back with the pilgrimage. Still, she watched the folks in front of them, fully expecting nervousness from the lot.
Profile is 95% done. I just need to link to my spells and write up her backstory at this point. :) Also weights. Ugh. But... work soonish. :(
Sorry, it's been a rough few days for me with work and such. I'm about 75% done with the profile but not done yet. Really, really sorry for delaying things.
Sorry for delays. I did already dot! I also still have a lot of profile work to do, ugh! Viola specializes in knowing. She's a sort of poor-man's bard in that regard. She'll generally at least have a name for what we're dealing with unless she's way out of her league. :) As a Relic Hunter, Viola draws magic from her attachment to objects. I haven't fully settled on the story, but the gist of her current items is that they belonged to people who were important to her: The Deathwatch Eyes (Goggles) that she uses for Divination belonged to one parent, while her Wayfinder (Compass) that she uses for Conjuration belonged to the other. I haven't settled on where her crossbow came from. :)
We will survive :o
A small smirk begins to form as she watches the interaction between Olivius... Bolus... and now the environment. This was either going to be fun, hilarious, deadly... or some combination of all three. She stayed back to watch the anachronistic man work his way through all of this.
"Roit..." she says, then looks around to see if anyone caught the accent, before moving back to affecting a more traditional one. "It... kinda flies around something, I think. Nobody around, at least no one that's walking. Though it'd be hard to tell if anything weren't exceptionally close. Climate control is making its own bit of noise. Probably best to be cautious of the place, we've no idea what sort of damage we caused when we landed." Viola explains as she heads out. "I'd mostly watch the ceiling, though... since we seem to have crashed into some supports. Stay near something sturdy to latch on to, in case of emergency." How do you make Viola stop asking questions? You ask her a question.
:( Did work dry up?
Viola grimaces slightly, "You know, there might not even be breathable air, right?" she asks as she moves to look through the door, completely ignoring her own warned suggestion, as she slips the rebreather back over her mouth. Rather than venturing out, though, she simply listens intently to what's going on outside their little blue box. Being genre savvy, she knows that one doesn't simply land on a space station and not expect things to go wrong quickly.
At Bolus's suggestion, Viola provided the healing he requested for his new companion... but it didn't seem to be very... thorough. But hey, at least it didn't reverberate...
"So... wait. The Hand People like... locked you out? Or tried to?" Viola asked as she twisted a few things to disconnect herself from the pillar on the other side of the ship.
Seeing the injury on Yala as she comes back into range, Viola focuses her healing magics on the woman, tapping out a beat that's slightly offset by the organism they were inside messing with her biorhythm.
"Anybody else need a little help?"
Zip. Whhiiiiiiiir. "Nammit." Viola mutters a near-curse as the line she attached to the strut's break malfunctions... she shifts towards the edge, her brake snagging hold just before she hits... which turns into horizontal (vertical?) motion, slamming her side against the ground, but most of the impact is distributed by her armor. "Ow." She taps her pinlight on... which is only really useful for what's -directly- in front of her. Which would probably help her focus, if she wasn't just going to turn her head to look at things instead of using her eyes alone. "'M-okay. You guys?"
Viola calmly latches herself to a few of the struts, using her device... and hopes that it actually holds in place. She takes the time to stretch a little, the rotation of gravity being perhaps 'good' for her in this instance. Assuming everything goes right, her device looks not unlike a gyroscope as she flips and turns in time with gravity's pull.
"Of course you can come! You brought me my stuff! Anyone who can carry -that much- is a friend in my book." Viola grins widely as she leans against the console, drumming out a nonmagical beat along the edge.
"Neat." Viola says, as she moves over to the console he's messing with. "It kind of looks like you're just hitting things at random though. Which is fine, it's what I've been doing with my maneuvering device. It usually turns out fine, yeah? And you got where you were going." She pauses for a moment, looking around, but not really paying any attention to anything in particular.
"Are you gonna take us somewhere we can rest?" Viola asks as she starts to enter the box, paying no heed to her surroundings as she does, "I think everyone needs some Doctoring. And assuming there's no rest, either you or I might wanna get started on doing it." Viola suggests.
Viola shrugged, and went into the box. It's not like there was anything wrong with entering a box with a strange man; it wasn't an alleyway. Or a room.
Viola stands silently for a moment. It's probably the quietest she's been since anyone here met her. Then she called out to the box. "Why don't we just unmake the monster!? Or change it to be soft and cuddly!? TIME TRAVEL!"
"Wait. If you guys can time travel, why do we care? Why not go back like a month and make it so that he can't 'trigger the failsafe'? Why not travel to a point where the beacons haven't been activated, take them, and... I dunno... hide them at the end of time itself? Am I missing something?"
"Surely it's not all -that- bad. Also, he didn't activate it. The guy in the com activated it. Also, no, that doesn't ring a bell, and yes, I noticed that you ignored my question. Why the Doctor?" With the muttering about 'pay', Viola raises her hand, trying to get his attention in a more pleasant manner. "How much is this Failsafe going to be worth? Also, how edible is the moon?"
Tis the season to be busy. My job picks up when school is out. I'm going to be a bit more busy for a while. This won't really affect whether or not I -do- post in threads, just the speed at which I do. Some days, I won't be able to really get posts in at work, other days it won't be very bad. Today is likely to be one of those days where I'll either post around noon, or not at all until I'm home. I should still be highly responsive, just not nearly as responsive as you may be used to. :)
Viola's is perfectly fitting. :)
Viola looks up from the fiddle as the man activates the communicator. "Neat." she says, low, then watches for a bit, then quickly grows bored. The whole thing becomes something to listen to while she pays more attention to the surroundings. Which is why she noticed the reaction. She hops after him, not bothering to use her device to outrun him. "What's the failsafe? Why 'The Doctor'? What's in the box?"
"See. 'The Doctor' is the kind of title you tell people. It doesn't necessarily tell you that he makes people better, but it implies it. If you walk into a building and you have to choose to go with 'The Doctor' or 'The Betrayer' who are you going to choose? The Doctor, of course. People are stupid about titles." Viola shakes her head. After a moment, she answers, "I am not a member of the Hand of Gaia, no." She says this as she's looking over her Fiddle with a frown. "Someone tried to play this..." she sighs, as she leaves the communicator sitting on the ground. "Hmmm... how about Viola the Unstrung..."
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Viola asks, taking it in stride that a blue box just randomly appeared. She was pretty sure it wasn't there before, but she wasn't -really- paying attention, what with the sound of drums and the communication device she was still offering to the others.
As Viola caught up to them and continued investigating the communication device (read: tossing it in the air and catching it), she fell into rhythm with the other's steps for a time, turning the walk into a rhythm of its own.
As Dambreth spoke, Viola began to grin. Slowly at first then it grew wider. After he finished, she responded in common, "Don't really like speaking in languages other folks don't understand unless I hafta. It makes it seem like there are secrets. I'm Viola... and you are very obviously from another time. I mean... where's your rebreather? No one comes out here without..." she looked to each person in turn. "If you start growing tentacle things, I'm out." She held up the communicator thing, which meant she was no longer tossing it up and catching it, holding it out so that someone could snatch it if they wanted it. "Still trying to determine if I should press the button or let someone who knows what's going on press the button. But... it's a button so it's meant to be pressed, yeah?" she shrugs. "Also... I did not know that Drakes could turn into elves. That's pretty cool. Don't suppose you'd mind giving me a ride later?" she said, looking over to Sinathel with a wink. Then she returned her attention back to Dambreth, "That was pretty fun, so I may stick around. Depends on what's next, really. Plus there's that whole treasure thing. I'm really -really- hoping to get a shiny that doesn't need blowing up. Speaking of which... if you spot any drake eggs, I'm supposed to get one of those for a client." As she walked she started playing out another beat, this time for Dambreth. Let's see if she could heal him up!
Ha, it's kind of ironic, because Viola would think the -same thing- about Dambreth. Viola is actually quite aware of a lot of things... just not of -your- world! :)
I didn't know you were allowed to break down multiple bonds at once! :P Borak is probably the most deadly person I have ever seen that used nothing but words in combat. And wiggled an arrow at some orcs. I think I'd like to see what he does with a real weapon. <---- Resolved... kind of. He took down a plane (mostly) with a single arrow. Epic loots? Only if my own stuff counts... there's also this McGuffin I think I'm carrying. Defeated a notable enemy? Mighty and proud dwarven cage was a noble foe, but indeed, I did bop it. Also, that Temellen guy. And I helped out with the orc guy. Speaking of helping out, I'm pretty sure she succeeded in playing that funky music to help folks out. Learning more about the world? Kinda. People won't answer her questions, though. Probably because they get stuck on one of the seven. Like when everyone wouldn't let her touch/keep the shiny thing. That wasn't fair. A new bond is necessary... but I'll have to think on that! So +5 XP, leaving me at 6. If I haven't forgotten anything.
Viola was taking the scenic route across the valley (read: walking), as she turned the communication device over and over in her hand. She took her time returning to the others (I'll give everyone else a chance to interact before I have her show up! :))
We all
Also, noteworthy: Do you have any opinions on me taking 'Gadget' from Artificer rather than Wire Fu? I'd choose the gadgets: Movement: Jump, Movement: Hover and +2 Armor v. Environment if that's okay. :)
Well. There was totally the option of trying to flee. But that'd just expose her to the incoming blast. And leave her wondering where the valuables had gone. No... keeping the ship between her and the boom. That was the right answer here. She was pretty sure of it. It was made to tank this stuff, right? Wait, are those holes in the side of the ship? Oh, Frell... She moved away from the giant gaping holes in the side. Hm. What would be sturdy? That was the ticket. Something sturdy and towards the middle. Cargo hold for the bomb should be set up to keep things from hitting the bomb and making it boom, yeah? Yeah. Let's go with that.
Clever girl...
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