Celephai simply nodded once again to Antonio, remaining silent. Her name was her own, and she felt no inclination to give it so freely. She saw Antonio glance behind away, turning to look upon what he'd seen.
She wasn't ready to see trees walking among them, yet.
Their foliage moves of it's own accord?! This is certainly something I have not seen on this world... perhaps not all trees have such capacity.
She took a few steps back from the group, trying to keep everyone at arms length, in case one of them got too curious.
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Orp sees that the group is becoming a veritable hodgepodge of outcasts. A walking tree, a friendly dragon and a silent cloaked girl. Hopefully the professor will answer the door soon and the group won't fall into bickering.
"Um, hello" Ag said to ShortTrunk, he was slightly stumped as to how the tree was well... moving. He gathered his thoughts, he was a Soldier, like the rest of them. Except for the cloaked female, who seemed to be... a cloaked female, truth be told he didn't know what she was doing with a cloak. "I've never seen one of your kind before, what is your race called?"
Celephai eyed Agathaumas cautiously. ...How did he know I was different? Can he smell me? She didn't budge, any movement might reveal her. She was certain the cloak covered her completely, so how did he know?
It was time to change tactics. "You ask far too many questions," she practically growled. It was plenty obvious she was very unhappy from her tone of voice, but she didn't move. In fact, it seemed she made an even greater effort NOT to move.
"Small-young female, I do believe long-scaly one was speaking to me, rather than yourself."
ShortTrunk smiled, a crack on his bark.
"To answer your simple-short question, I have a quick-small verse. We are Ents the earthborn, old as mountains. Though I am only a new-fresh Ent, short-older than an enting. I am curious what you might be, a fair trade of good-helpful information I think."
The door opened, and a young woman stood there, looking out at them, seemingly half-bored and not at all surprised at the eclectic group there for the job.
Excuse me. Was just finishing up a small experiment.
Her smock and mask were covered in blood.
Do come in, will you? I'm Francine. The Professor is upstairs, and will be with you shortly.
She smiled wryly at Short Trunk and Aga.
You may have to duck.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
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Celephai wasn't quite sure what to think of Francine. On the one hand, she seemed strangely... normal. On the other hand, the stitching seemed to tell a different story. Was she... constructed? What did she mean by 'elastic'? Did these beings bend the laws of nature to their own will so easily?
Nonetheless, it was necessary to enter to understand this professor and his motives. Celephai glided in behind Antonio. Perhaps fewer questions would be asked of her, and more of their employer.
"Hello small-stitched girl. You are not same-usual to your race I hope."
ST ducked through the low doorway into a stone hall. It was clearly carved, an affront to the nature outside. He grimaced in the flickering candlelight and shyed away from the flames.
"Why do soft-meatlings keep danger-burn sticks in their structures?" He wondered aloud.
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Agathaumas ducked down into the tower, making sure his tail was kept straight and manoeveurable at all times. He threw a quick glance to the cloaked female, her response to his question to ShortTrunk was... unusual, but revealing. She herself must be from a different race, he didn't want to probe further, Teratophoneus females are bigger and stronger than the male. And he hoped it wasn't the case with... whatever she was.
He kept himself alert, his feathers raised slightly in caution. Partly because of Celephai, and also because of Francine, the stitched female. Something about her wasn't right, she smelt somewhat... artificial. He couldn't quite place it, but it was the same sensation he got when he was around rotting meat in a forest. Not pretty.
The entryway was small, consisting of a table with a candle on it and a staircase that spiraled upward. Francine began to walk up this staircase, beckoning them to follow.
Knowing him, it's probably flowers or something. I can never tell what he's working on at any given moment.
She stopped, cocking her head.
And yes, he built me. That should answer the inevitable question.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Antonio followed Francine up the staircase. "So.. He built you?" He asked with interest in his voice. "That's impressive.. very impressive." He was used to seeing unusual things, and Francine was definably not the first 'undead' he had seen. "How did he get the 'material' to build you?"