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That's a shame. Sorry to hear that. Stay safe and healthy.
Curious, the halfling girl slowly moves her way towards the table, but stops short by the presence riding within her shadow. Dangerous, comes the whispering voice. Stay back. As Colenso finishes speaking, it manifests into a semi-solid state, stepping in front of Zylah and lifts the sheet to reveal whatever, or whoever, is underneath.
The petite halfling follows after Nodachi, glad to be putting some distance between herself and the old crone, but after hearing the sounds from the south, she decides to find some cover behind one of the tables. Peering out from underneath, she tries to get a look at whatever might be going on.
The doll-like girl looks at Latchke with increased suspicion. "I am not usually prone to bursts of emotion, but I do not think that these types of events should cause someone to express pleasure or happiness." She backs up a little further from the strange woman. "I do not think that I wish to call this one a friend. She is most unusual."
Listening to the exchange, the halfling keeps her distance from the old lady. I don't like her, she thinks to Colenso. She seems false. All meat, the shade responds. The halfling nods in agreement. Stay hidden, for now. We may need a surprise. She receives only satisfaction in return.
From behind Ironhand, the doll-like girl listens to the exchange. "Asylum. Is that where we are? I have no memory of coming to such a place. Why do you say that no one is going home?"
Still suspicious of the woman, she doesn't come any closer. "I don't think it's outside of reasoning to let unknown people into their safe haven. For all they know, you might be one of those changelings. You certainly don't seem like a typical nurse."
Zylah backs away from the old woman, both her own senses, and those of her friend, warning her of danger. She makes her way behind Ironhand, peeking out from behind the dwarf like a child looking for trespassers around the corner. "Who are you?"
The halfling girl watches Nodachi efficiently decapitate the undead creature and nods with approval. She would be good to keep around, yes? Strong and capable, if maybe somewhat overzealous. Best an ally than a foe. She doesn't receive any mental response from the shade, but doesn't exactly expect any either. She chimes into the conversation when an opportunity shows itself, her voice not exactly loud, but strong enough to carry into the room. "I also have no name, and just found these others. They seem capable. Are you?" She asks the question while clearly examining the chains that, until recently, held the half-orc captive. Her large round eyes don't seem to blink during her examination.
The doll-like halfling peeks into the room, sparing a glance at the writhing intestines behind her to make sure that they don't come any closer. Before she can say anything, the one that they call Nodachi goes charging towards the nasty undead thing. "I don't think that is one of the bodies that we need," she says, analytically. "Perhaps the other?" All meat, Comes the expected response in her head. Dangerous.
The halfling girl steps up beside Preacher and, staring at the moving hands in a slightly unsettling manner, she reaches out her open hand towards the creature, causing a stone from the rubble to lift off the ground on it's own, then be sent unerringly towards it's target like a bullet. Move Action: Move 5 feet. Standard Actin: Cast Telekinetic Projectile at Claw 2.
Considering all that's happened lately, I'd say you don't have anything to apologies for. Keep up the good work. :D
On seeing the woman stuck in the rubble, the halfling watches her with some degree of fascination. There is something moving inside of her. I don't think that that is normal. I would be cautious."
"Perhaps they are further along... maybe in one of the rooms that haven't been decimated?" the girl suggests to the others, but she keeps her eyes and ears open for any sign of life.
Coming up behind the others, the girl (Doll?) looks at the corpses with almost fascination. "Would they do the same to their own kind, though?" All rotting meat, the shade whispers in her mind.
She tips her head slightly to the side again, causing some of her dark hair to fall across her face."I do not recall my name, or many of my memories. You may call me what you wish. It will not bother me." She pauses a moment, then adds, "And thank you for your help." She turns her attention back behind her and says, "Make sure you say thank you." A deep, whispy voice seems to come out of the air, "I'd rather not."
The halfling stands up straighter, and her eyes seem to get even larger at the sound of the screaming. "That was loud!" she says. "Still need to find two more creatures. Maybe the creatures made the noise." She looks at the others, her wispy dress twisting around her legs as she turns. "Could you help me? I would like to leave this place, but the guards won't let me pass until the creatures have been killed and brought for proof."
It is currently residing in her shadow, which is the same as being within her consciousness for a regular Spiritualist.
"We know nothing about where we are either. We were hunting the creature as well. How many companions did you have that you're now alone?" Preacher asked, still wary of the girl, or just further enemies. "Oh. I'm not alone," she replies, head tilting quizzically to the side, "My friend is always with me."
The girl acknowledges the dwarf with a slight tilt of her head, her large eyes seem unblinking. "Please do not call me a 'kid'. I am fully grown, even if it is below average for my species. As to this place, I do not know. I have not been here long, myself."
"I was involved in it's death, yes," the girl responds with a nod, "though there were others with me at the time. They seem to have disappeared." She adds the last comment with slight increase in her tone, almost as if starting to as a question, but changing her mind.
The doll-like girl stops mid-pull and turns her head to look in the direction of the voice she heard. Seeing with her friend's sight, the light is a little bit glaring, and everything appears in black and white (as all things should, really), so she can't quite see much in the way of details. As best as she can make out, there seems to be a human woman (though definitely not the Kellid woman; the hair is all wrong), possibly a dwarf, though something seems to be wrong with one of his arms, and an odd-looking person that looking kind of like the strange bald man that disappeared down the hole into the basement. "I'm taking this body to the soldiers," she responds, matter-of-factly. Her voice is higher on the register, though soft in tone, almost breathy. Somehow, though, she manages to project it enough to be heard. "I'm sorry to say that I can't share. I need to provide proof that creatures do exist here." She cocks her head slightly, then turns to look behind her (her shadow?). "You don't have to tell me that."
The halfling girl is caught off-guard by the door's sudden exuberant movement. "Oh!" she says with her wispy voice. "Thank you." As she continues to drag the doctor-thing through the door, her eyes are drawn to the light further down the hallway, and the shadows playing within. "Do you suppose those are our companions? Maybe they didn't leave us after all." Wary, the shade says in her mind. Unknown. "Of course," she responds back, out loud, no emotion coating any of her words. "This place seems to force caution into everything one does. I am no exception. But allies will be necessary for survival." Perhaps, it concedes, though it offers no further thoughts on the subject. For those who look closely enough...: The figure is that of a child-like girl, slight of frame, draped only in a simple white dress that hangs just past her knees. Her eyes seem overly large for her face, which is framed by raven-black hair that also hangs loosely. If it were not for the fact that she was moving, one could easily mistake the girl for a porcelain doll. She seems like she is talking to herself.
That's fair. Just thought I'd make sure that we're all one the same page. Also.... maybe.... but I'm okay with hearing it again. :D
Gotta get back in Zhyla's head-space. Bring on the creepy. :D
Spoiler: Confusion crosses over the petite halfling's face as she looks down at the familiar corpse at her feet. "Hello..." she says to it, head tilted to the side, her over-large eyes barely blinking. "Was there not a strange man that was supposed to come back with you?" She looks around the shed once more and takes in the lack of bodies, living or otherwise. Was it my imagination? There were others with us. she sends the thought to Colenso, riding her shadow comfortably. Fleeting. Untrustworthy. It responds back, indifferent to their current situation. You are safe. All that matters. She ponders those thoughts for a moment and nods in response. "I suppose that I shall have to take you to the soldiers myself," she continues the conversation with the pseudo-doctor/fully-dead body. "Seems like far too much effort, but my options are currently limited." She takes a few moments to make sure that no loose pieces of the body are dangling anywhere that may get caught, then proceeds the slow task of dragging the body by the lab coat, head first, through the door and back down the hall towards the bunkered soldiers.
That wasn't something that we had done actively, in our group, but probably the most logical/appropriate name for Zylah would be Dolly. :)
Heh. Yeah. Zylah is more of a 'doll-like' halfling, so this one just seemed to be the closest I could come to.
Hello everyone. :)
I'm okay with that. Would probably be easier on you, if nothing else. :)
Hey Chapel. I'm glad to hear that you are on the mend, and that your little one is also doing better. :) I'm very much willing to keep going with Zylah and the others, though I would think that we would be better off if we could get our player count up to 4.
Seeing as it has been well over a month of waiting, what do we want to do about this game? It hasn't gotten very far, yet, unfortunately.
I totally get the feeling. I hate when a good game just gets off the ground only to fall flat. I'm all for hanging around to see what happens, or even look for a replacement GM, if it comes to that. Hope all goes well for you Diaz. Don't be a stranger. :)
I don't want to be the Negative Nancy, but this doesn't appear to be picking up again. :(
I was just thinking along the same lines. :)
Thanks for the heads up, Omelas. Rotten time of year for that kind of thing. :(
Zylah looks at the human woman with curiosity. Her over-large eyes unblinking "I don't know where he came from, or what our connection is, but I at least have the sense that we've been together longer than our time here. More than that is a blank." She finally closes her eyes briefly and adds, "Little miss? I'm fairly certain that I'm full grown. Did you think that I was a child?" She looks at the shield maiden once more, tilting her head just a bit, one corner of her mouth lifting very slightly.
Looking down the chute with a mild disgust, that is only visible as a slight twitch of her left eye, the doll-like halfling girl takes a step back and proclaims, "I will stay up here and help her," she gestures the shield maiden with a brief glance. "I wouldn't be of much use in carrying bodies any ways."
I'm here. Got a little busy during the afternoon, but I'm usually hovering around during the day, at the least. Zylah wouldn't really care what people call her, as long as it's not demeaning in any way.
"Better to make allies than enemies," Zylah informs Eldako, her tone of voice very matter-of-fact. "Less likely to stab you in the back when you turn it to them." She looks to the pale man with her too-big eyes, judging his response.
Zylah doesn't come out from hiding until the captain walks away, and even then, she seems to stick to the shadows a bit, looking somewhat more comfortable there. At talk of going back down to the room that they just left, she sighs outwardly. "Must we go back to that room so soon? I feel like the memories are just starting to fall away." She feels a sensation of mirth from within her psyche and gives her shadow a reproachful stare.
The halfling girl stands behind her taller companions, reflexively staying out of direct sight. Somewhere in the back of her brain, she knows that her appearance tends to be startling to others, and she'd rather not have one of them loose a bolt from fear.
Agreed. No issues where family is concerned. Make sure to take care of your own, first. :)
Eager to get out of the rain, Zylah makes for the door, but makes sure to have a look of her own into inside before fully committing.
The halfling girl ignores the half-elf's ravings while she examines the markings on the floor. "Seems that whoever brought in the bodies came from that way," she says softly, pointing towards the next door just west of them.
Zylah lets out a sigh at the mention of rain, "... and me without an umbrella."
Hey folks. I'm all moved and (mostly) recovered, so I should be able to start posting regularly again. I'll try to get something up either tonight or early tomorrow. |