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Post by The Jenn on Mar 17, 2009 23:45:26 GMT -5
Rumors of strange Golfam magic and mysterious swamp witches had flown around for as far back as Thyme could tell, people fearing the secretive and often coarse nature of the marsh dwellers. She'd met very few of the realm's inhabitants, none in more than passing, and reserved judgment. That reservation had been tested several times by the guide she hired to get her through the treacherous march terrain in search of the specific swamp witch that she'd heard tell of and the man claimed to know the whereabouts of. She had even taken two weeks off in the Court so that she could make the trek there and back in good time, allowing for potential snags. Despite herself, the dreary and filthy muck of the place proved fascinating, like something she would read about in an ancient legend. Less fascinating was the way that the cloying muck clung to her pale fur and left stains that probably wouldn't come out for weeks. The sensitive fronds on her tail picked up the most horrible smells every now and again, enough to raise her fur if the appendages brushed over just the right areas. She approached her 'adventure' with misgivings, but also determination. Her constant quest for new and interesting magical learning in an effort to broaden her own skills had led her to a few months' research on the subject of Golfam spells and witchcraft, and the topic had proved interesting enough that she hoped it would spark something in her brain into learning a new ability. Knowing of a spell was one thing. Grasping the mechanics fully enough to make it click was another. With a gesture and a few heavily drawled and partially indecipherable sentences, her guide told her that they were in the right area and that he would be lurking around to pick her up again in a day or two, but that he wouldn't be moving any further into the woman's domain. |
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Post by Vyn on Mar 18, 2009 8:53:41 GMT -5
Meecha never understood why cards constantly came tramping into her area of the swamp. All too often it seemed that she had yet another intruder wandering aimlessly into her territory. Oh yes, they seemed to say, the swamp witch lives here! Let's go tramp through her back yard! Meecha never understood why people constantly came tramping into her area of the swamp. On some days it felt like she'd somehow become the center of an Outsider's tourist event. It wasn't like they were stopping by every day, every couple of months was more like it, but it still seemed too frequent and nevertheless horribly annoying. Or maybe she was just in a bad mood cause she didn't manage to find a suitable dinner this evening. The hamster's expression twisted into pure hatred as she stormed through the muck toward whatever it was that Lao had been alerting her to. Useful little guard dog that thing had become... Pulling through a small thicket of thorns and brambles, Meecha abruptly found herself looking at a particularly odd Outsider. Lean, canine... Looked like a fighter, not good for Meecha's chances of finding dinner on the Card, but all oddly colored with weird dangling things on her tail. The hamster's whisker's twitched, eyes narrowing before she pushed out of the brambles and into open view. "Wha'cha doin' here?" She snarled. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 18, 2009 13:45:56 GMT -5
Such disgusting mud, and it smelled off to Thyme nose - and feelers - as though there were things rotting in it. For all she knew, there could have been, either plant matter or... something more sinister. Bleh.
She wasn't going to be rethinking her decision to make this trek, though, especially not now. It would have been ridiculous to come all this way and decide that it wasn't worth it. No, she would find the swamp witch and see if she couldn't hold some sort of civil conversation with... her. It. Whatever 'the witch' ended up being.
A burst of muddy color suddenly pushing through the brambles to her right certainly wasn't what she was expected and she jerked backwards, summoned sword coming to her hand in an instant and moving in front of her, the presence in her mind now as alert as she was. She didn't swing, though, especially not after her eyes had taken a second to connect with her brain and evaluate the person in front of her. That had been speech, she was certain. Probably.
"I'm here to find the swamp witch," she said in a low, careful voice, trying not to let her unease at the woman's piercing stare seep into her voice. In her mind, Gred was a comforting weight, evaluating the sight before them. "I wish to speak with her about magic."
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Post by Vyn on Mar 19, 2009 10:36:03 GMT -5
Not only was this Outsider weird-looking but she was also a Club and the way that sword lept into her hand it almost looked summoned. Meecha's eye twitched. Only Kings of the Heart persuasion could do that, so what was this filthy Outsider doing with one? Meecha's hand twitched, her ears pressing back slightly.
If Meecha were in a better mood then Thyme's interest might have been better met. Instead the hamster's grin just twisted into a wider, more unnerving expression of stained yellow teeth. "Ya're pro'lly lookin for me. Watcha want ta know an' what'reya willin to trade?" Meecha didn't like this weird canine already but she would always be 'amiable' for the right price. ...At least for a little while.
Paying no mind to the rank, status, or weapon that the stranger possessed, Meecha stood with a gruff disapproving glare as she waited for bargains to commence. Maybe the Outsider would give her one of those intriguing blue tail-thingies... That would make Meecha's day better.
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Post by The Jenn on Apr 2, 2009 18:45:54 GMT -5
Thyme failed to notice the eye-twitch, distracted by the overall appearance of the Golfam vermin. She almost hadn't noticed the appearance of her sword. Summoning him in danger was such an instinctual reaction now and his presence in her hand was comforting, just like his awareness in the back of her mind. For the moment, he stayed conspicuously silent.
The twitch of a hand was more noticeable and her fingers tightened around the hilt of her weapon. Watching the twisted grin expose stained, yellow teeth didn't exactly ease her mind. This woman definitely seemed at home here, from her appearance to her superior, disapproving attitude. It reminded her strongly of a Tulgey on home ground, just a lot more smelly and covered in mud. She would be a perfectly believable swamp witch.
"That's... hmm. Good to know," she murmured, lowering the sword slightly but still keeping him at the ready in case the woman decided that she really didn't want to deal with her after all. "I have quite a bit of money, which you can use to buy whatever you want. In exchange, I wanted to ask if you knew anything about curses that attached to or affected the physical form. As you can see, I don't exactly look normal." At this point, she wouldn't wish to remove the moth's influence from her person. She would like to better understand it, however, and potentially use that knowledge to her advantage.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 3, 2009 9:25:56 GMT -5
Meecha's expression of disapproval only seemed to grow as the woman spoke. Guh, gold. What the hell did she really need gold for and why the hell did outsiders keep thinking she wanted it? Why the hell did they keep thinking she even wanted to speak to them???
The woman's black eyes deepened into smoldering little pits of black which reflected little more than aggravation. Backwoods Golframs were really not the best people to barter with, especially one that had just plain woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "I got plenty of gold, dun need it... though I might be willin' to trade somethin' for it..." Her expression was slowly slipping from anger to a dark sort of amusement and she didn't really care if the stupid Outsider was made nervous due to her expressions. "Nah, you don't really look all dat normal... Cursed item, ya say?" Meecha drew out the last words with a hint of interest. "Ah know plenty bout dat... But for more information..." The yellow-toothed smile broke wider as Meecha suddenly pointed at the Outsider's tail. "I want me one of dose blue things..." It was one of the few 'remarkable' things on the dog, aside from her funky markings.
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Post by The Jenn on Apr 6, 2009 9:23:15 GMT -5
Prior to this trip, if Thyme had to label anything as 'evil', it was her aunt in the morning before coffee and makeup. Now, though... this woman's expressions seemed to be some of the most unpleasant things she'd ever seen. Between disapproval, disgust, irritation, and some sort of twisted amusement, she didn't seem to have anything even remotely resembling a 'normal' expression.
The woman's request made her stare blankly for a minute, tail subconsciously tucking closer to her leg as the green-furred finger pointed at it. "One of... I'm sorry, but are you aware that those are attached?" she asked in an incredulous voice. "I use them to smell. They're like censors. They would serve no purpose cut off besides sitting there and being blue. If you want something blue, I could probably find you a Mome or Slithey or bander in the Capital to substitute."
Oh yes, she wasn't putting down her sword anytime soon. What a creepy vermin.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 13, 2009 22:32:47 GMT -5
Meecha's expression darkened considerably when the wolf resisted her. So what if she used them to smell? Could she not do without one smelly thing? The hamster glowered until the woman went on, mentioning one of those pesky little beasts like Lao... Mmm, possibly. It wasn't one of those 'censors' though.
"Hmph... If ya kennt part wit one of dose pretty 'censors' den I'll take a Mome in it's place." The hag waved a hand, still glaring at the woman. "Git me my payment an' we ken start talking, no sooner than that."
And that would give her time to concoct something special for the woman... to show her just how much she appreciated her business. Peh. As if. Though she did hope she'd find something that was actually interesting like her Lao, such a useful licky thing. "Go on now, nah use wastin' time." Meecha gave nothing away for free.
(You're welcome to time jump forward. Unless Thyme decides to part with a feeler, >XD Either way though, lmfao, you've got Meecha craving an actual Mome. XD)
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2009 14:20:40 GMT -5
Thyme came, and Thyme went. And then Thyme came again.
Maybe she was being stupid. The woman had been a frightful mess, her 'home' was mildly terrifying, and she'd wanted one of the Highlander's body parts in payment for some information. On the other hand, the wolf had the feeling that she did have information and the thought itched at her skull until she couldn't ignore it anymore. Her darling Gred took every opportunity to remind her that this was probably a dumb decision, and would she please pull her head out of her ass long enough to see that. She decided to ignore him this time around.
She once again trekked the mucky swamp, looking the same as before except this time coming with a cage strapped to her back. She'd gone and purchased the bluest Mome she could find in the Capital, so blue that it practically burned her eyes when she stared at the evil little thing. She'd swear it was a bander from the temperament, except weren't banders supposed to bond to people? This thing was just plain nasty.
Approaching the area of Meecha's home, she slowed her gait and glanced around warily. As a precaution, she drew her sword. "Swamp witch? I've brought you your payment!"
((OOC: If Meecha doesn't end up killing it or using its fur or something, I might buy her a Mome at Otakon that matches this little bugger. xD))
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Post by Vyn on Jul 7, 2009 15:36:56 GMT -5
Meecha's rounded ears twitched when a voice suddenly cut through her solitude. An eyebrow quirked and a devilishly pleased expression spread over her face. She recognized that voice and, even if she didn't, she always loved the word "payment". It always ended well for her. What had she said she'd bring instead of one of those pretty blue things? A mome? The hag glanced at her Tove and she smirked to herself, well enough.
The door to the hut swung open and Meecha sauntered out, yellow-stained teeth bared in a far from pleasant display of pleasure.
"Welcome back, ja. What didcha bring me?" She leaned forward slightly, dark eyes narrowed as she looked to get a better view of what the weirdly colored woman might have with her. "If it be worth mah time, I'll get you da information ya need."
Once again Meecha looked the woman up and down, the toothy grin never fading. She already had a pretty interesting curse laid on her, what could she want with another? Or did she want it removed? It was hard to tell, but Meecha would have fun with this one regardless.
(Heeee, Meecha loves that idea :3 She enjoys pet monsters. XD)
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