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Post by Kari Muffin on May 14, 2009 20:50:32 GMT -5
Rosemary soaked up the contents of the swamp hags home. Her eyebrows raised as she looked around the building. This place was... a dump. To say the least. Of course she expected nothing less from someone who was called a "swamp hag." She had merely heard stories from her father about the way her mother had lived. In a miserable little shack living off soup stock rather than eating real food.
Her ears shot up to attention when the woman spoke. "I'll have a beer... or whatever alcohol you have."[/color] She said as she glanced around the hut again, looking for a place to sit.
This would be one hell of a story to tell. She would have to brag to her sisters about this at the very least. Maybe Sage would actually get a kick out of hearing one of her adventures. Oh no! She could totally tell Parsley about it! He sure as hell would be interested about a magical swamp witch.
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Post by Vyn on Jun 23, 2009 0:53:25 GMT -5
Meecha paused as Rosemary spoke up. Alcohol? Huh... She didn't really drink the stuff, it made every nasty-fuzzy but she was sure Kris might have left some in the house. The Hag frowned deeply and dug through a few cabinets and eventually made her way to the ice box. Ha! There was that bottle, buried in the back.
She peered at the label. "All I got 'ere is dis 'Whiskey'." The word was pronounced a little awkwardly as Meecha read off the bottle. Not like she drank it. "If ya want it, ya ken have it." She planted the bottle and some cups on the table. They weren't sparkling china, but they were cleaner than most of the stuff in the room was.
After a bit more shuffling Meecha was even able to add a cleared chair to the table where Rosemary could sit and then she flopped down in one of her own with a piece of dried meat. She chewed on it musingly, wondering on her part of the bargain. She owed this flower-painted squirrel dog her side of the story after than intriguing tale, but when she really thought about it was hard to put the pieces in order.
"So whatcha want tah be hearin'?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2009 17:15:56 GMT -5
The interior of the house was just as off putting as the exterior. The wolf's eye twitched as she took notice of how dirty everything was. Well, she wasn't going to be staying long. She bit her lip and waited for the chair.
Whiskey? It was a long stronger than she was used to... but a drink was drink. And she honestly wasn't going to try to drink the water around here. It just seemed a little too risky to do something like that. "Thank you," she said as she hopped on the chair.
Pouring the whiskey was a bit difficult but she managed a balancing act. She cringed a bit as she took note of the cleanliness of the cup provided to her. Oh, she just had to suck it up.
"Well, I guess we should start at the beginning. Is the story about you at the beginning correct? Like your parents?" She tipped the bottle over pouring the liquid into the glass. She flipped it back over and sniffed the glass for a moment before taking a few laps.
Burny.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 8, 2009 22:01:04 GMT -5
Meecha was momentarily distracted from any storytelling as she watched Rosemary maneuver the drink with her paws. ...Pretty good, actually. She'd seen Kris do it a couple times as well and it still made her wonder a little how people got so well at it. Meecha preferred her bipedal or human hands any day.
"The beginnin', wit' mah parents... A'right..." Meecha took another bite of her meal and started to think back to when it all began.
"I grew up in a small town, closer to da edge of da Marsh den here... It was just me, an' my sister, an' my parents an' I thought we were doin' just fine right where we were, but mum an' pa wanted to Leave. Dey put a lot of high hopes in mah sister, Lischa, asin she was so good wit' magics an' had her human form." Meecha had always been bitter about that, but her stupid sister had gotten what was coming for her. "I had da higher rank, thou', so when I found me a magic stone I knew I'd get mum and pa's attention right quick."
Meecha grinned slightly, reaching up to touch the skull of the swamp rat around her neck.
"Lischa was sour, an' it didn't take 'er long to start gettin' jealous of me. Once or twice she tried ta take mah stone from me, but I got 'er back. I learned voodoo an' I made her sorry for ever layin' her hands on it." The witch's eyes glinted, a hint of feral cruelty playing through the dark orbs before she returned to the story.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 1, 2009 20:48:28 GMT -5
So she really was a witch? One that actually knew proper voodoo and all that? Rosemary perked a bit more, her tail flopping lightly with anticipation for the rest of the story. She took a few more laps of whiskey, only to stop fairly quickly.
It burned. It burned a lot more than she was used to. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep focused on the story. She took note of all the expressions the swamp hag made. Clearly she was seriously, and clearly she despised her sister.
What else was the woman capable of? If she supposedly ate her sister... what else would she do to people? The thought lingered for only a brief moment before her attention snapped back in place. She would worry about that later. Hopefully the woman wouldn't try to kill her or anything. That would just put a kink in all of her plans.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 9, 2009 23:03:51 GMT -5
"I ate 'er eyes and 'er heart, cause dey say dat you get wisdom for eatin' a wise woman... an' her magic was stronger den mine back then." The hamster's expression became a little distant then. "Ma parents didn't take well ta me takin' mah sister's power away like dat, though, an' they got terribly angry even after I told 'em what she did, takin' my stone away like dat!"
Meecha paused suddenly, her memories conflicting furiously. It had always been terribly hard to remember what had happened in the chaos often. Mommy and Daddy had been angry and... dead? Or dying?
"Messy, messy..." Meecha shook her head, sneering. "But I left dat all behind an' I came out here to da very heart of da Marsh... Away from da pesky Outsiders, where I could really take up mah studies."
The hamster leaned forward, bearing a toothy grin. "Dependin' on what all ya wanted tah know... Dere's more or less. I thought I'd be comin' out here for peace an' quiet, but ya'd never believe how many idiot Outsiders wander through anyway! Wantin' to talk wit' nuthin' good to trade for it!" Her grin twisted a little devilishly, waiting for Rosemary's answer.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 10, 2009 17:34:08 GMT -5
Rosemary took note never to cross this woman. Hopefully she hadn't done so already. Because someone who ate bits of other people for wisdom was a shade of crazy she was a tad bit uncomfortable with. But she had asked and the wonderful swamp witch had so kindly delivered. Rosemary took several mental notes down on the story and how it actually went according to the woman.
"That certainly does clear quite a few things up," Rosemary said with a smile. "And I suppose Outsiders are just... stupidly curious? I saw a lot of random dead body parts on my way out here, so I can only assume not everyone who strolls in here is successful." She gave a small shrug. "It's like people who wander into the Wood. No one is ever prepared to meet someone who clearly lives in the place. Apparently parents just don't teach their children what's dangerous anymore. Lucky for you though, I imagine you have a lot of fun with the people who have nothing to trade."
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Post by Vyn on Dec 26, 2009 1:40:02 GMT -5
Meecha's expression grew dark and morbidly amused as Rosemary mentioned the number of Outsiders that had failed to make their way through the swamp. It was a hilariously common spectacle.
"Filthy idiots they all are, I'd say. Whether or not their parents be teachin' 'em right, all dem youngins think they've got somethin' to prove an' most of 'em wind up dead out here... but ya'll deal with that a lot, huh? I heard that da Wood's a nasty place, lot like Golfram in dat regard, yeah? By da time ya get this far out there ain't nobody lookin' forward to seein' ya unless ya got somethin' worth their while." The hamster sneered with dark amusement and shook her dirty head.
Most people didn't have anything worth offering, either.
"An' dat I do. Once had a guy out 'ere dat said he was a great explorer. Turned out that he couldn't tell whether he was comin' or goin' and spent days wanderin' in circles 'till he got felled by a snake cause he wasn't watchin' his paws. Died no less 'an a mile from the town he was lookin' for. Was a good thing I didn't bother to eat that one, wouldn't want his stupid."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 26, 2009 16:05:38 GMT -5
She took another swig of the burning liquid as the swamp hag spoke. Maybe she should get running before she was killed? This just seemed to be getting more and more dangerous as the Golfram continued to speak.
And... she ate people. There was that. That was a good reason to get the hell out of here.
Her ears flicked forward at the mention of the Wood.
"Outsiders are dealt with in various ways. Mostly killing, though we had a neighbor who was terribly fond of making pets out of outsiders. I always admired the pretty things he had in his basement, but I never really thought it was useful to take up collecting people." She gave a small shrug. "Outsiders tend not to make it to towns. If your explorer had made it to town here in Golfram, would he have made it out of town alive?"
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