The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Crumlark]

Charlette waves CC over, and shakes her head at Torr. "I am quite alright, really."

Strolls on over and smiles.

'Summoned me milady?'

Charlette smiles wanly. "I did. You were just too lonely to leave be."

[Chaos Crescent]

Strolls on over and smiles.

'Summoned me milady?'

Charlette smiles wanly. "I did. You were just too lonely to leave be."

'Eh horrible sight isn't it, me looking like a lost puppy. What's new?'

[Torrocca]

Charlette waves CC over, and shakes her head at Torr. "I am quite alright, really."

"I mean... you're really looking not so healthy. Are you sure?" The wolf pup named Ghost barks happily at the two, wagging its tail as it does.

[Crumlark]

'Eh horrible sight isn't it, me looking like a lost puppy. What's new?'

"It is. You are much too proud a being to be brought so low." Charlette replied, resisting the urge to pinch CC's cheek. "I remembered how to do dark magic. Makes me a bit less helpless, though the results are about as devastating to me as they are to the targets."

Charlette shakes her head at Torr. "Okay, so I am not entirely okay, but I know what I am doing. I am still in control, I am still 100%. I'm just a bit more tired and a bit more weak for a while."

[Chaos Crescent]

'Eh horrible sight isn't it, me looking like a lost puppy. What's new?'

"It is. You are much too proud a being to be brought so low." Charlette replied, resisting the urge to pinch CC's cheek. "I remembered how to do dark magic. Makes me a bit less helpless, though the results are about as devastating to me as they are to the targets."

'Others would say I look better like this beaten and lost.'

Nods.

'Give your aura yes dark magic would be bad to us just don't slip else you'll be gone not dead just gone.'

[Torrocca]

'Eh horrible sight isn't it, me looking like a lost puppy. What's new?'

"It is. You are much too proud a being to be brought so low." Charlette replied, resisting the urge to pinch CC's cheek. "I remembered how to do dark magic. Makes me a bit less helpless, though the results are about as devastating to me as they are to the targets."

Charlette shakes her head at Torr. "Okay, so I am not entirely okay, but I know what I am doing. I am still in control, I am still 100%. I'm just a bit more tired and a bit more weak for a while."

"... Are you getting better, though? That's about the most important part." The pup barks again, resulting in Torr going down and picking it up, asking, "what is it, little one? Excited to see a friend?" It just barks again.

[Crumlark]

Charette nods to CC's concerns. "I am familiar with the risks..." And then she looked at Torr, half sad to tell him this. "I only get better if I stop, and I can't stop yet."

[Torrocca]

Charette nods to CC's concerns. "I am familiar with the risks..." And then she looked at Torr, half sad to tell him this. "I only get better if I stop, and I can't stop yet."

"... Stop what, though?"

[Chaos Crescent]

Charette nods to CC's concerns. "I am familiar with the risks..." And then she looked at Torr, half sad to tell him this. "I only get better if I stop, and I can't stop yet."

'Right. Well I'll find you er try if you just become gone. But then last time I tried to find a gone person....'

Shrugs.

[Crumlark]

Sa'ach, hidden in her own corner of the camp, came as close to relaxation one could get while thinking that any eyes were enemies, and every shadow was an ambush. It had been a few days since she had seen much of the holy warrior, and that was the most welcome thing she had to think about, especially since it was also juggling matters of dying, being hurt badly, and maintaining a child.
For weeks on end, the baby in Sa'ach's pack has been jostled, ignored, and generally ill kept. This woman was a person of moving goods after all, and had no experience with human trafficking nor with parenting, despite the wide array of things she has sold and traded including herself on occasion. On most adults, this sort of constant distress and treatment would be near mind-breaking. And this divine child, who couldn't have been much more than a year old at most, had the self-control that only uncanny ability could provide. But even that, eventually, broke.

Two noteworthy things begin to happen. Firstly, the baby began to wail, letting out quite a bit of emotional energy that had been pent up behind her calm demeanor and silence. Sa'ach sighed. "Well, fuck me. Nowhere to run and I'm pro'lly out of lies... I think my retirement plans will just have to be put on the backburner for another life."
The second, and much more noticeable of the two things is that, near the opposite side of the camp where bodies were kept, one of the most intact ones (presumably dead from starvation) starts screaming at the top of its decaying lungs, "MURDERER!", not moving a muscle other than it's jaw and vocal chords from its place atop the pile awaiting cremation. People sleepily walk out from their tents to see the commotion, a universal curiosity taking hold. After a brief pause, "MURDERER!" punctuates the morning again. The same corpse screamed, its cheeks flecked with blood and phlegm from the sheer power that was forced through it. "MURDERER!" It then fell silent, its throat utterly destroyed, but still mouthing the word with an unworldly determination.
"JUDGEMENT!" another demanded, one much worse off that the first. At a glance, the blood coming from its mouth dark and sickly looking and the fur coming off in patches.Nobody would make the mistake of thinking it a living thing. It's demand was repeated a few more times.

[Arcturus Novus]

(thread defib)

[Crumlark]

(thread defib)

(He's dead, Jim.)

[Barboneia]

Dom groaned as he limped towards a chair on the front porch of the Wallaby. He sat in it with a grunt, clutching his chest.
"Ugh..."

[Chaos Crescent]

Live!!!!

'It's friday night and I am alone here.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach, hidden in her own corner of the camp, came as close to relaxation one could get while thinking that any eyes were enemies, and every shadow was an ambush. It had been a few days since she had seen much of the holy warrior, and that was the most welcome thing she had to think about, especially since it was also juggling matters of dying, being hurt badly, and maintaining a child.
For weeks on end, the baby in Sa'ach's pack has been jostled, ignored, and generally ill kept. This woman was a person of moving goods after all, and had no experience with human trafficking nor with parenting, despite the wide array of things she has sold and traded including herself on occasion. On most adults, this sort of constant distress and treatment would be near mind-breaking. And this divine child, who couldn't have been much more than a year old at most, had the self-control that only uncanny ability could provide. But even that, eventually, broke.

Two noteworthy things begin to happen. Firstly, the baby began to wail, letting out quite a bit of emotional energy that had been pent up behind her calm demeanor and silence. Sa'ach sighed. "Well, fuck me. Nowhere to run and I'm pro'lly out of lies... I think my retirement plans will just have to be put on the backburner for another life."
The second, and much more noticeable of the two things is that, near the opposite side of the camp where bodies were kept, one of the most intact ones (presumably dead from starvation) starts screaming at the top of its decaying lungs, "MURDERER!", not moving a muscle other than it's jaw and vocal chords from its place atop the pile awaiting cremation. People sleepily walk out from their tents to see the commotion, a universal curiosity taking hold. After a brief pause, "MURDERER!" punctuates the morning again. The same corpse screamed, its cheeks flecked with blood and phlegm from the sheer power that was forced through it. "MURDERER!" It then fell silent, its throat utterly destroyed, but still mouthing the word with an unworldly determination.
"JUDGEMENT!" another demanded, one much worse off that the first. At a glance, the blood coming from its mouth dark and sickly looking and the fur coming off in patches.Nobody would make the mistake of thinking it a living thing. It's demand was repeated a few more times.

While a few of the soldiers went to shut up the screaming corpses, the 'holy warrior' approached Sa'ach, hearing the crying child. She put on a face of very legitimate sympathy. "Might I see the child? I worked in the child care branch of the Knights, I can assist."

[Crumlark]

While a few of the soldiers went to shut up the screaming corpses, the 'holy warrior' approached Sa'ach, hearing the crying child. She put on a face of very legitimate sympathy. "Might I see the child? I worked in the child care branch of the Knights, I can assist."

Sa'ach looked vacantly at the holy warrior, blinking a few times. Without a word, she did a quick survey of her surroundings, and much to her disappointment there was no fires nearby. Not that she really expected to pull off the same trick three times in a row, but at this point being around one definitely gave her a sense of emboldenment.
She shies away from the holy warrior, holding the child close to her. "Afraid not. She's sickly, and your dealings with the sick and wounded might expose her to something worse."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

While a few of the soldiers went to shut up the screaming corpses, the 'holy warrior' approached Sa'ach, hearing the crying child. She put on a face of very legitimate sympathy. "Might I see the child? I worked in the child care branch of the Knights, I can assist."

Sa'ach looked vacantly at the holy warrior, blinking a few times. Without a word, she did a quick survey of her surroundings, and much to her disappointment there was no fires nearby. Not that she really expected to pull off the same trick three times in a row, but at this point being around one definitely gave her a sense of emboldenment.
She shies away from the holy warrior, holding the child close to her. "Afraid not. She's sickly, and your dealings with the sick and wounded might expose her to something worse."

"It's not as if I don't wash myself. Besides, I insist... the child sounds Arkadacian. Chances are it'd prefer the scent of a cousin species than an unrelated one, yes?"

[Crumlark]

"It's not as if I don't wash myself. Besides, I insist... the child sounds Arkadacian. Chances are it'd prefer the scent of a cousin species than an unrelated one, yes?"

"I'm the mother." She replied flatly, trying to ignore the first part of what the Prevytian said.

[Chaos Crescent]

'So.......I am bored......'

[Crumlark]

'So.......I am bored......'

"As am I." Bartlebee conceded. "I suppose we could do something foolish to fill in the time."

[Chaos Crescent]

'So.......I am bored......'

"As am I." Bartlebee conceded. "I suppose we could do something foolish to fill in the time."

'Like what?'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"It's not as if I don't wash myself. Besides, I insist... the child sounds Arkadacian. Chances are it'd prefer the scent of a cousin species than an unrelated one, yes?"

"I'm the mother." She replied flatly, trying to ignore the first part of what the Prevytian said.

She gives one of the most skeptical looks possible and raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that you went through the trouble of pregnancy, being an obvious smuggler. Besides... I must inspect the child's well-being."

[Crumlark]

She gives one of the most skeptical looks possible and raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that you went through the trouble of pregnancy, being an obvious smuggler. Besides... I must inspect the child's well-being."

"Bull-" Sa'ach started, before groaning. "And you obviously already know me." She glared at the holy warrior. "And my refugee disguise is better than your acquisition techniques." She grumbled to herself afterward, "As if smugglers were distinctive in the first place, it's our JOB to not be noticed."
She seems very upset that her disguise was seen through, even to the point of not entirely recalling all that is on the line in this situation. She put more than a small effort into it.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She gives one of the most skeptical looks possible and raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that you went through the trouble of pregnancy, being an obvious smuggler. Besides... I must inspect the child's well-being."

"Bull-" Sa'ach started, before groaning. "And you obviously already know me." She glared at the holy warrior. "And my refugee disguise is better than your acquisition techniques." She grumbled to herself afterward, "As if smugglers were distinctive in the first place, it's our JOB to not be noticed."
She seems very upset that her disguise was seen through, even to the point of not entirely recalling all that is on the line in this situation. She put more than a small effort into it.

She sighs and leans against the nearest post. "Well, I suppose in a way every Reil looks like a smuggler." She seems to frown at saying that and sighs, dropping the Pravyetian accent, slipping into a neutral, vaguely Reilish one. "So I'm full of crap too, if that's any condolence. My brother's the, eh... agent, that's been chasing you the past few weeks. I caught wind of that through his loose lips and decided that it'd be better if you ran into me than his... other sibling. Caza's violent and generally kind of an unpleasant person."

Nyreen sighs. "So I'm trying to help you, in some weird, roundabout way."

[Crumlark]

She sighs and leans against the nearest post. "Well, I suppose in a way every Reil looks like a smuggler." She seems to frown at saying that and sighs, dropping the Pravyetian accent, slipping into a neutral, vaguely Reilish one. "So I'm full of crap too, if that's any condolence. My brother's the, eh... agent, that's been chasing you the past few weeks. I caught wind of that through his loose lips and decided that it'd be better if you ran into me than his... other sibling. Caza's violent and generally kind of an unpleasant person."

Nyreen sighs. "So I'm trying to help you, in some weird, roundabout way."

Sa'ach remained tense, but looked at the newly unveiled Nyreen with a newfound ease. If there was something that she could count on, it was that people disguise themselves as something they aren't, but were close to being. A smuggler was just a future refugee waiting to be, and people who appreciate straightforward answers were religious nuts. "I can handle violent." Sa'ach started. "What I don't like is that you're hunting a child."