Kiko turned to Kat. She did not want the other girl anywhere near werewolves. Kat had dealt with dogs before. Kat had dealt with wolves before. Werewolves were a whole other creature. They did not, they could not control themselves. Her hand went to her elbow and the scarred flesh that had yet to fade.
Nausea rolled through her guts, something that made her knees week and the thoughts in her brain take up opposite sides in a new war. Nothing but horror had come from that smell. Kiko's eyes slammed shut on the image of the dire wolf and Grayell locked together. Hell. Now the contents of her belly climbed upward, while she fought to keep them down. But, no matter how she felt, Kiko could not leave these people or Kat, to the werewolves predations or their leader's machinations either. And, she needed to get the Wolf's friend out of here, as well.
Kat, there is something I need you to do. Please find Lady Margrett and see if she will give you the key to the clock tower? I want you both to head there, understand? Do not linger here among these tents and make sure she goes with you.
She did not wait for Kat to agree. Time was a premium. Kiko took off. She was lost in the maze of people within seconds and letting the smell show her the way.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Chaz rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing the jewelry.
Well, sort of. Looking for a five-inch resonating crystal, a temperature gauge, some of the gear assembly from a thresher, maybe... Then he sighed at smiled sheepishly.
I was...actually trying to find something for Anri. He looked forlornly at the shiny baubles.
I'm terrible at buying gifts, though. I don't have any idea what to look for.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Margrett's smile lost its smirking edge and she raised her head a bit, gesturing to Ursine.
I knew we could come to an understanding. We'll make sure your employer gets what's coming to him, monetarily. Come along, we'll sort this out.
-------------------- The man tapped the table in thought.
The trade routes between here and the nearest major trade center are rife with bandits. Perhaps you can do something about that...?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"Why haven't you just hired some mercenaries to deal with the bandits?"
Orp took a risk revealing his plan of hiring mercenaries but it was necessary to acquire all necessary information about the job before starting off. Especially if the money would be wasted in an area where it would do no good.
Dominic [M:123:1420:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=382&page=1#14144][b]Let me tell you a story...[/b][0:No encore today][1:You have my attention]
Dom had to hold back rather childish giggles at the song lyrics. He was not the kind of man to lose his cool, but inside him there certainly lurked an adolescent boy always itching to break out. He guaged the crowd, heard them clap and decided that since they'd treated to him to a throughly enjoyable little ditty he'd return one.
He moved closer to the group, grinning and murmured in his low, quietly melodic voice "How about this?" and began to strike up a simple little chord sequence. When he began to sing he let his natural rustic burr come to the fore, a jaunty and resonant tone.
"There was an old farmer who lived on a rock. He spent every day just a-shakin' his. Fist at the boys who were down by the crick, their feet in the water their hands on their. Marbles and playthings..."
The song continued, each line building up to what would be an obvious dirty word, but every time would switch to some other innocuous lyric. The children giggled and he could hardly keep his own mirth in check.
(Sorry Marg, didn't spot your response. You're juggling so many threads, good job!)
Love, like Hope, has too few letters for a word so powerful.
Ursine [M:5:25:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=377&page=1#14973]Time is a roiling ocean, and yours is naught but a tear into the maelstrom.
"Unless by what's coming to him you mean a swift kick in the ass," Ursine pipes up from behind Marg, tugging and adjusting the strap hanging off her shoulder, "then I'm afraid you and I have got very differing opinions on what's about to happen, Little Miss."
silverdust [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?board=ci&action=display&thread=314]Mess with the panther, and you get the dagger in your throat.
Kat started in surprise and, as she lost sight of Kiko, scaled the nearest pole to look for her, or anyone she knew. There was a vague... wrongness to the air around her, something she couldn't put her finger on, yet familiar. It put her ill at ease and made her want to ready her weapons. She decided to seek out Margaret as Kiko had instructed, but only so there was backup if it was needed.
Kiko rounded the corner of roped off square and ended up in a mass of shouting people. The majority of tents selling commonly worn clothing seem to be situated here. She had wanted to buy a couple bolts of silk earlier; even have a new kimono created, if the merchants were offering such a service. But, those thoughts did not occupy her mind now.
She followed the scent of the werewolf to this spot. Oh, she had doubled back a few times, gotten caught up around some of the more esoteric food tents, but she had sorted that out quick enough. The werewolf was here, among the clothing, or had been recently. Kiko truly hoped the scent that led her here would also lead her out.
Her survival skills were much better than average and with her eyesight boosted to double the distance she was able to cover a lot of area quickly. Much more than she would have thought possible originally. Nevertheless the creature she was chasing could look just as human as anyone in the crowd, and she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”