T - Gobbo, Kari, Vyn

[Kari Muffin]

Othello tilted his head when he happened upon the strange scene. That was someone falling out of a mirror wasn't it? So it was possible for something like that to happen and the things he had seen in the Palace of Hearts were real? That was not comforting.

His fur bristled when the man pulled out a dagger. People were up in arms today, weren't they? His mental hand scraped on the floor as he listened to the man's panic. He didn't seem to want to attack them. That was good, right?

He was a Jossigy like Farrago. Maybe they knew each other? The man seemed to be frightened over Josephine and him what....? What was he thinking? Was he mistaking them for Lowlanders like the crazy woman? He remained where he was, watching the dagger. If worse came to worst he could use his pain ability.

"We're not going to fight you, Mithter. Outside there'th Lowlanderth terrorizing people and most of the people here are too injured or young to fight. I'm Othello... are you a friend of Farrago? I was with him before a Lowlander kidnapped and drugged me."

Josephine gave a small whine as the room started to spin. She had appreciated the concerned lick but didn't have words to express much of anything. She sank to the ground lamely. Everything hurt. It needed to stop hurting. "I've been poisoned," she whimpered. She hazily stared at the Jossiggy man who was brandishing weapon. Her speech was slightly slurred. "I'm a Bog dumbass. Why do you retards think everything brown is a Lowlander?"

Her mother would have smacked her if she was here. Good thing she wasn't. Ugh.

Ichigo slowly made his way into the store, making sure the door was closed. He tried his best to prevent himself from thudding on the floor, but this balancing act was starting to get old. Before he knew it there was a man brandishing weapons at children. He was still behind everyone, and wasn't about to squeeze through the crowd.

"I don't know what's going on, but please listen to Othello. Outside there's a battle going on, and I think you'll want to stay in here for the time being. Is the gentlemen with you all right?" He did his best to sound professional, but it was clear from his voice that he was exhausted.



Josephine's Tulgey Weird: She doesn't smell poorly, and when she stares at you, you get the feeling that she's just taken something you wanted...

(( @_@ I forgot Joe's weird, sorry about that. ))

[Vyn]

Why was everyone crazy or angry?

Nethan's brows furrowed as the Josiggy turned around and instantly took up the defensive. He quickly ducked to the side but his silent hopes that this encounter would go as smoothly as possible were almost dashed as Jo quipped up. His eyes widened slightly and he shot the girl a warning glance.

"Jo. There are nicer ways to say things like that." He glanced back to the Wolf and quickly added. "Please forgive her for being crude... She was attacked by another Josiggy on that account earlier and is suffering a bit of poison-induced delusion from it but it's true what she says: there aren't any Lowlanders here. They're both Bog mixes." He added a little diamond charm in hopes of calming any storm before it could begin to fully brew.

It was only then that Nethan's gaze finally wandered to the man the wolf had been pulling from the mirror moments earlier... A pale Rat... and Oh! Was that man a Calloo? His ears perked forward and a look of curious surprise filled his gaze. Nethan was almost certain he was! His tail gave a very hesitant wag.

Perhaps this wasn't so bad after all?

Basic Magical Ability: He can act charismatic and persuasive at times, whether or not he actually has the natural charm and grace to pull it off.



Remi had overheard the noise from where he'd been examining the mirrors in the other room and he quickly set the little thing down to peek around the corner. Jo was saying something snotty to a Josiggy wolf and his weird rat pal. The ferret had to resist the urge to snicker.

In fact, rather that risk saying something snotty himself, he decided it was best to just say quiet period. Everyone else seemed to have the situation covered.

[Nathalia]

((Evan gave the group at large an odd stare.
Then, the girl spoke.
He slowly lowered the dagger, bit his lip, and laughed.
Tucking the thing away, he turned to pull the robed Rat behind him to his feet, giving the group a grin.
"Well, ain't that a good thing t'hear?" He asked, gingerly moving around the larger mirror propped against the wall in an attempt to avoid knocking it over. "Hate t'be a 'dumbass', but in a full-on war, s'hard not to be careful, isn't it?" He eyed the girl and then gave her pipes a lop-sided grin. The little thing gave him the oddest sensation that she'd just taken something from him...seeing as she was still across the room and he had little to take, he doubted greatly that she had.
Odd, he gave her undercoat another look.
Tulgey mix, maybe?
"Aye, now that I look properly, I can see it better, girl. 'Perhaps you'd understand better if I told you that one o'my mates was eaten by a Lowlander earlier... I apologize, I really do, but I gotta be careful."
He bowed his head in Othello's direction. "I understand, m'lad. My pal's name was Rigsy, last I heard from a bunch of teenagers, he'd been eaten by some horrible Lowland monster. If that's what got you, then 'm glad to see you alive."

His ears flicked toward the Mouse with the odd leg. "Battle right outside? What kind? I know that sounds a dim question, but give me your best if y'can, please. I'm Evan, by the way, Evan Timbing; and this is Vanja; e's a Calloo."
He gestured to Nethen. "Like you look t'be, sir. I- Another Josiggy attacked you? Damn it, wasn't a Human woman, was it?" He liked this Deer...thing...nice guy, charming, in fact.
Shit, how bad off had Resta gotten? He wondered, rifling through his pocket for another small mirror.
"Don't mind me a second, I need to make sure my team leader hasn't gone completely over the edge." He grumbled, pulling the mirror out, muttering something, and watching as it glowed.))



~Nathalia

[Kari Muffin]

Josephine frowned when she was scolded by the deer mix. It was almost like having her mother now except there was no real punishment. She turned to stick her tongue out at the boy before turning back to stare at the Jossiggy. Wait. Lowlanders ate people? What the hell? How was that even possible? "Urk, yeah, I can understand but the crazy bitch she urgh..." Josephine gave up on the rest of the sentence. When was the pain going to stop. She whimpered as slowly slumped to the floor and covered her face with her paws.

Othello continued to watch the man, his ears pressing against his skull at the Lowlander monster comment. Suits. Was his family okay? He looked over at the girl as she slumped onto the floor. This was just an overall bad evening, he didn't particularly want to touch her since... who knew what would happen next if she was actually poisoned. "Thank you, that'th really... terrifying." he said quietly. He quietly slipped out of the way and went to inspect Josephine.


The Mouse sighed a bit. Everything was starting to hurt. There was a full on war going on? How true was that statement? "There seemed to be a portal, and two Lowlanders were beating the hell out of some people, only one of which seemed to be Jossiggy. One of the Lowlanders seemed to be protesting the entire thing and there were children I... I don't know what's going on. And I would do something if I had more than two working legs. I'm sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances, Mr. Timbing, and I'm sorry my manners are lacking."

He rubbed his temple with his good hand. He listened quietly to what the man was saying. Oh, was he related to the crazy human? This wasn't encouraging at all. He'd let Nethan answer that, considering the question was directed at him.

[Vyn]

None of Evan's news was particularly reassuring but the man had at least stopped brandishing a weapon at them. For that, if nothing else, he was supremely grateful. Apologies and introductions went around and as Evan confirmed his hope that Vanja was indeed a Calloo. Nethan broke into a small smile and his tail wagged with gentle enthusiasm. That was good to know.

"It'd be a pleasure, if not for the circumstances, Evan. My name's Nethanel, my companions are Ichigo, Othello, Josephine, and Remus..." He motioned to each in turn before focusing on the wolf again as he asked about the woman. His small smile fell almost instantly and he nodded ruefully. "I'm afraid so. Human woman, short hair, wild look in her eyes." He added the last bit almost apologetically.

Remi, who had been lurking in the doorway throughout the conversation, suddenly let out a delighted little snicker. "Heh. So Resta really is crazy, huh?" He had to resist laughing more though he didn't seem nearly as concerned over her actions as the rest of his group. "That seems a painfully unfortunate quality for a leader..." Poor bitch. Really hope she hasn't gone too far over, he rather liked her. It'd be unfortunate if she went completely batty and didn't come back. Almost as bad as Jo exploding from that miserable little cut.

He put a paw on her shoulder when she flopped down, still smiling slightly.

Nethan frowned at the way Remi grinned over the entire situation. It was just... wrong. Despite the fact that he was missing a leg, he didn't seem particularly bothered by anything that was going on. Not the fighting, or even the fact that Resta had attacked his own friend! (Jo was his friend, right? They were practically attached at the hip since he arrived...) The Calloo mix edged away, closer to Evan and his glowing mirror.

That was a rather fascinating trick... Did his magic focus on mirrors?

[The Jenn]

Vanja wasn't entirely sure by what means the Josiggy had removed him from the company of devils. He wasn't entirely sure that the gods would approve of the man himself, much less his methods, whatever they were. Regardless? He had been saved, after a fashion, and he was terribly grateful. If only he could gather himself enough to realize that.

Being pulled from within a mirror was more disconcerting than the priest would have ever imagined. It took him several moments to regain some sense of equilibrium after being hauled back into 'reality' by Evan. Both mental and physical balance took longer to return than they should have. He noted the man's protective gesture, however, his defense... and he knew that he would be in safer company with the Josiggy than he might have been elsewhere. The gods had intervened on his behalf. But where exactly had he been delivered to? "Greetings to all," he managed in accented Common while trying to grasp at composure.

A Mid-Range heathen with manners and sense. Brilliant.

A Torquehelm mix with a false limb and who knew what else. Also a speech impediment, or else a wickedly persistent accent. Nonthreatening. Thank Odom.

A little poisoned... girl. Of indeterminate origin. He honestly couldn't tell. Bog? Oh... yes. The non-albino or albino variety? Like Howard. Obviously delirious. He felt the oddest sensation when he looked at her, as though she had just... taken something? From him? He tried to ignore it, but the feeling persisted. Enough to make him mildly paranoid, certainly, and disinclined to appreciate her attention.

A brightly colored Morganberry with a mildly disturbing air about him. Was he fully Morganberry?

And... and a Calloo. "Oh, thank Odom!" he exclaimed as soon as his eyes met the brilliant blue of the young man's. A blue tree? Avington mix? With a soul, thank the gods, and he looked at a glance to be a pleasant sort.

He kept an ear to the words of the others, further discussion of the war that Evan had begun to explain earlier. Lowlanders and Josiggies... how could he have failed to note such a strong division in regional attitudes?

Taking a small step back as Evan cast his mirror spell, he coincidentally moved closer to the young man who had introduced himself as Nethanel. Tucking his hands together, the rat inclined his torso in a short bow and tried to catch his expression with a hopeful look. "A pleasure... truly, truly a pleasure, sir. You simply have no idea. My name is Vanja Lacković, recently from the Fjords. Have you any..." He hesitated. "Further insight into the situation we find ourselves in?"

[Vyn]

The longer Nethan looked at Vanja the more he started to worry. What would he think of his dark coat? Vanja himself seemed somewhat evenly split but that didn't seem to matter just then. In his mind's eye all he could see was the darkness around him and the taint of that woman. Would he understand? He'd been born into something much larger than himself. Something he would fix... But he couldn't begin to explain that.

All of Nethan's concerns were cleanly wiped away by those three words. Thank Odom! Perhaps Vanja understood, or maybe he didn't even know. That was possible. The relief at this acceptance brightened his eyes considerably and his little stump of a tail wagged with a bit more enthusiasm.

And then Evan cast his spell. Nethan, curious, drew a little closer even as Vanja drew a little further away and, quite suddenly, they were standing almost side by side. He caught the man's look and promptly forgot all about his curiosity for Evan's mirror trick. The rat bowed to him and he bowed back.

"The pleasure is all mine, Vanja. I am beyond myself at encountering a fellow Calloo in a time such as this," and, really, for the first time ever... "but I'm afraid there isn't much I can tell you that hasn't already been said. We've only just arrived and we seem to be caught in the middle of something. There is a terrible fight and this Resta woman appears to be mad." He gave Vanja a hopeful look, ears panned forward slightly though he dropped his voice a little so as not to distract Evan. "You have been traveling with Evan, yes? Do you have any idea of what could be going on? There's been so much death in such a short time..."


Remi paused. He couldn't help but overhear the two Calloos chatting. They both seemed pleased as punch to have found each other and were whispering with poorly contained joy about their happiness. Bleck. All that airy religious mentality made his skin crawl.

Odom?

There was no Odom! It was all just fairy tale hogwash made to make people feel better about themselves.

[Kari Muffin]

Josephine whimpered a bit when Remi gave her a bit on the shoulder. What was he talking about? Oh. Right. Resta. Crazy bitch who poisoned her. She slowly removed her paws from her face to stared blankly again. Everything hurt. "I want my Mommy," she whispered as she struggled not to cry. Her eyes wandered to the rat. Hadn't Mommy told her something about a rat she had met when she was traveling some place she shouldn't be? Maybe. No. What was his name? That...? She turned back to look at Remi. "Did you always have that bag?"

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Othello had paused as he stared at the girl. Really, no one was even trying to do something for her. He sighed as she decided to go and search for a first aide kit. It may have been old but at least he would be doing something other than feeling useless. The young Torquehelm mix walked over to the counter and started opening draws and fishing through them. Old paper, dead bugs, cobwebs, a broken ink well. Ugh. He pulled open another drawer. What would counter act Yarrow poisoning?

Was she going to die? He really hoped that wasn't the case. He glanced down at a small mirror that he had picked up. He cringed at his own reflection, setting the mirror down he glanced at the Calloo priest and the deer mix who had been so kind to him.

There was still the horrible nagging feeling at the back of his head. Why could he actually see? What was causing that? He sighed as he pulled a few crumbling bandages out of a drawer. He should give up.

He slowly made his was over to the Rat in the Robes and Nethan. They were chatting so he quietly waited for an opening. "I'm thorry," he said quietly. "But you theem to know magic Mr. Vanja or... you look like you know magic. I was going to athk Nethan earlier but I didn't have the chance. Would either of you know what magic would be powerful enough to give me the ability to thee when I've been blind all my life?"


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Ichigo remained silent as he watched the priest. He gave a small tip of his head when he was properly introduced by Nethan. The man seemed to be all right, though he couldn't help but wonder why he was with the Jossiggy in the first place. It would be impolite to ask.

Something pushed through the door. He perked as his Mome scurried over to him with a terrified squeak. He scooped her up lightly as she snuggled up against his hand. Something horrible was happening outside, however there was still the matter of the people who obviously weren't equipped to fight. He politely waited for Evan to be done, letting Orihime snuggle his paw in her terror. "I hate to be a pain, but I think things are taking a turn for the worse outside. If at all possible I would like to discuss a few plans of action."

[The Jenn]

"A shame that we don't know more... but yes, I agree. We are absolutely caught in the middle of something terrible." Vanja collected himself for a moment, trying for a veneer of normalcy to better gather his thoughts.

At the young man's question, he grimaced. His voice remained low so as not to disturb the magical communication. "I woke from my bed to find myself on the streets near a collection of freakish Corvistowne mutants and a Tulgey mix. I have yet to see any deaths firsthand, but there are apparently missing children. Evan looked to be the most normal of the lot, but he seems to be heavily embroiled in the conflict between the Josiggy and the Lowlands, of which I had not been previously aware. I've only known him for a handful of minutes. He was by far the best option for companionship at the time. The gods sent him in my hour of need. As to the true nature of things, however, I seem to be less aware than you."

He would have very happily continued his nervous speech, possibly even slipping into the Calloo tongue for comfort, but Othello's arrival and polite question drew his attention elsewhere. Blinking, he took a moment to further examine the young man and wasn't quite sure he knew what he was seeing. Regardless...

"My first inclination would be to say that Odom saw fit to grant you sight, but I doubt that unless you are a true believer. I am unfortunately not the best versed in magic outside of communication with the gods, in which my skills are tempered by my inexperience. Perhaps a large enough magical disturbance could have affected you? Stranger things have happened, I am quite sure. I..."

Hesitating, he glanced around at those presently assembled. His voice became somewhat louder. "I could... potentially ask a question of Odom, if there is one that can be clearly enough communicated. The gods answer their followers more easily through the runic language, in which I am versed as a priest. However, I may only ask a single question, and its answer must be of a simple nature - yes or no. But it may offer us some insight into the nature of our present predicament?"


Small Ability: Once a day, he is able to pull out a small pouch of various carved stones and bones and toss them into the air. These artifacts are covered in runes and he is able to read a truth spell of "yes" or "no" from them. These divine from a sense of spirit in the air connected to Odom and his spiritual followers.

[Vyn]

Nethan's ears drooped back a little as he took in the other man's faintly accented words. So they were all lost in this madness for the time being, with or without the guidance of Odom. It was disheartening but also expected. What living man could make sense of this? They were seeing only a small portion of something much, much larger.

"Then we are adrift together, for the time being..." He sighed a little but the faint hint of a smile touched his muzzle. "It's good to be among fellows at such a time as this. Odom is good to us in our times of greatest need."

Nethan's diamond charm certainly did wonders at making him look far more together than he really felt but deep down even he knew that he was nothing more than a newborn child hiding in the facade of a man. It was a little terrifying and, with each strange new scene they stumbled, Nethan was beginning to wonder how much longer he could hold it together.

A part of him almost wanted to curl up with Ichigo and hide from all of this.

But, potentially, Evan knew more and that was somewhat reassuring. He knew enough to know why there was fighting going on so maybe he knew enough to understand the rest. Well, probably not how he had come into being... but hopefully enough to clarify the rest.

When Othello approached them about his sight, Nethan's eyes widened in clear surprise but he listened intently as Vanja spoke. So he was a true priest too? Not just a believer! That was amazing, awe-inspiring really. He shivered in blatant curiosity and waited to see if Othello had a question.


Remi would've tried to help the girl if he could possibly think of anything that would be useful against Yarrow-Bog Blood Poisoning but, honestly, he was off the mindset that if the potion he offered her didn't help than she was probably just going to have to tough it out. Still, he gave her another consoling stroke and tried to be soothing if only to keep her from wailing or something equally annoying.

When she turned and questioned his bag, currently full of stolen body parts, Remi gave her an unusual smile and dropped his voice so only she could hear him. "Nope. Found a dead girl earlier so I had to get something to stuff her in." He grinned casually and nodded, waiting to see if she'd believe him or not. Or if anyone else managed to overhear. They were in a tight space but they all seemed distracted.


When Orihime returned and Ichigo spoke, Nethan's attention reluctantly jerked away from the idea of communion with gods and focused on the MidRange mouse. Things were worse outside? His tail twitched and his gaze turned to Evan now. Had the man managed to get in contact with his leader?