001 - First Bell [Action/Voice]

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[The feeling of grass beneath her was a bit startling, and she shot up into a seated position; had she been attacked on the way to Bau by archers? Did some some of illness overtake her while she was traveling? Once her head cleared enough for her to think properly, however, she realized that she was thankfully unharmed -- save for the dull ache between her large wings, which she then proceeded to spend several moments examining -- and then rambling over, as she talks to herself about the complete impossibility of having a feathered set of wings on her person that are entirely too small to be of use...]

[... After she spends some time mulling over the illogical details in her head, she finally rises and takes a step forward -- her toes nudge the journal, which leads to her bending over and picking it up carefully. Her fingers trace over its surface for a moment before she speaks.]

This is a weird turn of events, indeed...

[Tucking the small book beneath her arm, she begins to walk on ahead.]

[After a long while of walking, the residents of the town can see a dark-haired woman with two large appendages tucked behind her back. Her darkened eyes are looking straight ahead, though her ears seem to be twitching and moving, ever so faintly, as though trying to pinpoint noises.]

[Luceti, meet Anodrac. Clearly, she's unfamiliar with her surroundings, and a little bit nervous, to boot. Anyone want to be the one to welcome her?]

Comments

[all7seas]

You're not contemplating turning right 'round and living in the woods, are you? For that would be a decidedly bad idea; not only for the dangerous wolves and things, but-----pirates. Not safe.

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

[Her expression changes into something a little more neutral now.]

For someone that was about ready to steal all I had earlier, you sure seem very... concerned.

[all7seas]

Oi! Not concerned, me!

...

Villainously! Villainously concerned. Don't want you with your no possessions and not-intrinsically-worth-anything-to-anyone-here-ness to interrupt my regularly scheduled marauding, now do I?

Building one or Building seven---those are a bit on the charted edge. Check in either place for a room of your own.

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

[...this marauder's a little bit on the weird side. First he says he's not concerned, then he is...?]

...you're a rather odd person. You know that, yes?

[After that, she smiles thankfully.]

But, out of villainous interests or not... I appreciate the help.

[all7seas]

Hmph. That weren't helping, darling. Not bloody Adell or Stahn, am I? Shoot myself in the neck before I'd let THAT happen.

That were SUGGESTING.

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

...don't you mean "wasn't" and "was"?

[Because correcting someone's grammar is the perfect thing to do, Instead of, you know... Finding those buildings he was talking about.]

1/2

[all7seas]

[all7seas]

Now you've gone and corrected my grammar. I'm afraid I'll have to cut out your still-beating heart for that.

[He's kidding. It's a pirate joke.]

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

[...and of course it goes right over her head.]

I... beg your pardon?

[She's going to pretend she didn't hear that. At least until she knows he's not serious.]

[all7seas]

Nothing, nothing. Perhaps you'd best be on your way, lovely. If you need help I advice you contact one Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, and or Doctor Leonard McCoy, and or Miss Buffy Summers, and or Sir Sokka Thunderaxe the Mighty.


They can help. Not villainous, them.

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

All right... Thank you, again.

[As she starts heading off again, she manages to joke around a bit, herself:]

I'll be sure to carry some jewels or gold coins, when next we meet.

[all7seas]

Aye....that you must, lovely.

[Uh oh.]

Adieu.