T - Greenie, Vyn, Bee

[Nathalia]

Pascha is being kicked out of the Court of Clubs as Aderlass suffers a random and sudden bout of insanity due to magical food poisoning.
His reasoning is entirely up to you to decide and Pascha’s reaction to being kicked is also up to you.
The path to the Capital seems very empty for some reason, though nothing foul happens and no one is acting too off.
Once he finds himself in the oddly empty Capital, he will feel drawn by the spices in the air to the Pub called the “Fallen Wing” in the Outer Bazaar...wonder why...?

(Your goal is to make your way to this pub and happen along a lost Beraht on the way there, looking for his missing girlfriend. They are to try to make their way to the pub...be careful of the Hearts king, Mephitisia, however...she isn’t quite...herself...)

[Greenie]

Pascha was feeling rather empty, like someone had poked holes in his veins and just let them drain out, and his
body was functioning without the blood - it was working, but not well, and he felt sick all of the time. He wanted to throw up, and his muscles were in agreement with him, but he hadn't eaten in days, so it was a pointless act, though very calorie-burning after a while. Maybe he'd lose some weight this way.

He still wasn't sure what, precisely, had transpired. One moment he was interrogating someone and the next he was being pulled out of the room and told, basically, to pack up and get out. They wouldn't answer his questions, and while he hadn't been officially thrown out of the Courts, the implications hadn't been good. He'd tried to go see Aderlass but the mouse had been puking and shouting at the same time, if such a thing was possible, and had only shouted terrible things at him.

He chose to leave at that point.

So here he was, nearly to the Capital with no where to go, nothing to do, and a mind that couldn't stop buzzing. Maybe he'd go get drunk and freak some strangers out.

[Bee]

He'd assumed a form he found suitable. Bulky Selkie rat, Spade of middling rank. He liked to switch out his forms in public. Never be similar things too often. Sorcha told him there was no need, just hide his markingless chest. He was himself for her, alone. But today.

Today.

Unnerving, to say the least. Streets were quiet. Something small but glaring, wrong. Strange scent in the air. Sorcha gone. It was unlike her to vanish. He knew, she knew, he knew she knew the way he was. Mind wandered to the worst of all possible realities and set up shop. She would tell him. Otherwise he would worry, like he was worrying now.

May have been taken. She was capable, very, but not invincible. And the streets were dead and there was a strange scent in the air. Didn't like it. He needed to find Sorcha, get them home, before--

Before his brain really began supplying befores.

[Greenie]

Pascha stumbled and caught himself, then glanced around, bewildered. He was in the City now, though his memory of the last leg of the journey was.... skewed, to say the least. Maybe he was more upset than he thought. Hopefully he hadn't interacted with anyone; he much preferred to remember when he scarred someone, which was usually how it went.

He sniffed tentatively, wondering what that.. unusual, but strangely compelling scent was. His stomach gurgled, and he shrugged to himself - might as well follow it and stuff his face. Maybe he'd become bulimic to deal with his pain. A good ol' binge and purge never hurt anyone...

The bird toddled off in search of the scent, aware of the odd feeling of the city only on a subconscious level. People were skirting around funny and sounding funny, but the bird was far, far too lost in his own depression to notice anyone not doing anything incredibly strange.

[Bee]

Something strange caught his eye, grabbed his attention. An owl. The owl was stumbling about. A Tulgey, even more odd. If anything might be in tune with the strange goings-on, it would have to be a Tulgey.

His rat ears flattened back like an entirely different animal. Tulgey was on the move. Stumbling, but on the scent of something. Looked dazed. Perhaps something was leading it on. Perhaps the odor in the air called to certain people. Led them away. Maybe that had been Sorcha's fate. Compelled to follow the scent.

He followed the Tulgey in turn, at a close but safe distance. Such a white thing was easy to track. Thing didn't notice him. Or anything. Wanted to ask it if it knew where it was going, but hesitant to break it out of the trance, lest it lose the trail, and thus he lost the trail.

[Greenie]

Pascha continued on his way, following his nose with a blindness he probably should have questioned, but damn if it didn't smell fantastic. He wasn't about to turn down what seemed like it might be a good meal just because its origins might be slightly questionable, or slightly unknown. Maybe that was his crazy talking? He hadn't seen his crazy in quite a while, but he hadn't had any sort of tiff with Aderlass in... never.... so it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that he was simply diving back off the deep end.

Vaguely he wondered if he should be contemplating his own sanity with such calm and precision, but he dismissed the thought easily. He glanced around him, still mostly oblivious to the fact that the city was so off, but he did notice someone walking behind him, acting oddly.

Was he being stared at? Followed?

Pascha stopped abruptly and turned around to stare at the figure. If they weren't, they'd just keep going, right?

[Bee]

Evidently the bird was not so deep in trance that it could not notice it was being followed. No matter. That removed the question of whether to shake it from its fog, which was a relief. He met its gaze levelly. Might be best to keep the conversation simple. Wanted to get where the bird was going, find Sorcha, and leave the whole night behind him. Social interaction such as explaining himself was not factoring in. Thought of chatter beyond the absolute necessary made him agitated. But for now he would act staid and relaxed, as a Selkie would. Or approximate it.

"You are transfixed," he said, simply. Or had been. Hoped the bird could pick up the scent again. "We are headed in the same direction. Carry on."

Any luck and the bird would turn right around and keep walking. All the way to Sorcha. He willed it to be so.

[Greenie]

Pascha stared at the odd Selkie back gaze for gaze, wondering what he'd done to inspire such interest from this... odd fellow. This odd fellow who was just making him feel uncomfortable, which in turn made him want to glare and possibly throw things. He was supposed to be the one that followed people and stared at them, not the other way around - at least he knew it was very disconcerting, which was generally the point.

He was transfixed? Headed in the same direction? Carry on? What, like this was entirely normal? "I do hope you're as crazy as I am." He said, finally, one feathered eyebrow raising as his brain tried to process the unprocessable.

Thankfully before his thoughts got very far in the pursuit of logic in this conversation, the scent drifted back to his nostrils and did, indeed, catch his unwavering attention once more. He pivoted and began following it again, but he waved a wing at the rat and beckoned him to follow. "If you're going to follow me, at least have the congeniality to do it next to me."

[Bee]

The bird looked at him. Looked. Looked. Might have been a little irritated. Beraht was unconcerned. He could always put it through the pavement, worse to worst. He didn't look away. Soon enough the moment broke, and the force of his will must have been strong, or the night even more deeply disturbing than first assumed, because the bird seemed to finally accept it. Willing to bet the Tulgey was crazier. He was just prepared, cautious.

Walking with him. He generally didn't have the congeniality to do much of anything. But if the exchange was going to be as simple and easy as this, it was a small concession.

"Acceptable," he said. He fell into step behind the bird as it moved again, just a half a step behind, basically next to it, allowing it still to lead the way. He remained tense, anxious, as they walked to their destination, subconsciously gearing himself for trouble.

[Greenie]

Pascha stared at him out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out why he was so calm and accepting of this situation. There was a strange man following him around and saying next to nothing and he was just toddling around like this was a usual occurrence.

He walked in silence next to the strange Selkie in this odd situation for close to ten minutes before the tantalizing smell became totally overpowering. He picked up the pace to as fast as his talons would allow him to move and pretty soon it seemed all-consuming to his nose. He came to an abrupt halt in front of one small pub and inhaled deeply, his body tingling with the scent as it hit his brain. "Here. Right here." His gaze flickered over to the Selkie as his stomach protested the wait with a loud grumble. "You joining me?"