Ren stepped back in shock when the child made her transformation, but she couldn't help herself from smiling a little bit. This girl has a bit more to her than she lets on, she thought with her smirk. She barely glanced at Drake but answered his offer to help, "I wouldn't say no at the moment." No longer worrying about Isabella for the time being, Ren turned her attention to Naida. Isabella's attacks seemed to scatter the guards that weren't killed or injured, so Ren turned her shield into a wave, aimed at the Inquisitor. When it got close enough, the water separated into bullet-sized fragments, each hardening into ice. The effect of impact would be the same as an average bullet. Should any strike, Ren will follow the attack by gathering up the remaining water from the missed projectiles and return them into a shield, but this time around her fairy friend.
"Friend?!" Naida cried out louder, worried about Isabella with her sudden change to darkness. As the child rose into the air and sent out her attack, Naida fought the urge to duck and hide. She convinced herself that Isabella wouldn't hurt her, not after she shared the mantis, but she still felt relieved when the fireballs hit the guards instead of her. With Ren attacking the Inquisitor, and Isabella seemingly okay other than a little darkness thing, Naida's attention went to Geoff. Seeing her some-what friend injured, she darts over to him (hopefully dodging any attacks if they come her way) and grabs his hand. "Buddy?" she asked with obvious concern. "Are you okay?" Throughout the rest of this fight, Naida will keep a hold of Geoff. Soon, Ren's shield surrounds both the fairy and the magician.
The inquisitor rolls to one side as soon as Ren begins to act, narrowly dodging her punnishing storm of ice. The chimera's seared face twists into a fierce snarl as his body transforms and grows, fur spreading and skull reshaping. Shortly after he stands up, an impressive scorpion-tailed lion-like beast stands in his place, fiery fur scorched by Isabella's flames making him look as if a living inferno.
Having presented his natural abilities, he demonstrates his learned skills as well, in this case in the form of a mighty, resonant roar which carryies forth a wave of golden light toward Drake, Ren, and Isabella. It erupts into a cylinder of glowing golden bars, chains, and filigree surrounding the three as it reaches them, trapping them in a cage of harsh, overbearing light.
Having presented his natural abilities, he demonstrates his learned skills as well, in this case in the form of a mighty, resonant roar which carryies forth a wave of golden light toward Drake, Ren, and Isabella. It erupts into a cylinder of glowing golden bars, chains, and filigree surrounding the three as it reaches them, trapping them in a cage of harsh, overbearing light.
Isabella's unblinking eyes stare across to the carnage her fireballs cause with an obvious and apparent lack of feeling. Nadia calls out to the child and again her response lacks emotion, simply staring into the crowd at the Inquisitor who now works on his counter attack. Isabella's arms drop and the glyph behind her vanishes. She watches with that flat face as he shouts in her direction, causing a magical 'cage' to befall her, Ren, and Drake.
Isabella subtlety opens her right palm in the direction of this Inquisitor, but its effect is not sprung directly from her hand, nor is it apparent right away. She keeps her eyes fixated on him, the burned chimera, while holding a lack of feeling etched deeply on her face.
Her eyebrows raise slightly seeing it, the effects of her spell taking shape. The three guards who had fallen each now risen as her undead thrall, taking up whatever arms they had in death, or perhaps whatever was left nearby. Their target primarily became the inquisitor, in case perhaps this spell had a channeling effect he had to keep up. Even if it didn't this was the man Isabella desired most to see killed, and as such each of the three dead warriors she now instructed aimed to attack him first, only changing their target to remove whatever, or whoever, might be preventing that task.
Isabella subtlety opens her right palm in the direction of this Inquisitor, but its effect is not sprung directly from her hand, nor is it apparent right away. She keeps her eyes fixated on him, the burned chimera, while holding a lack of feeling etched deeply on her face.
Her eyebrows raise slightly seeing it, the effects of her spell taking shape. The three guards who had fallen each now risen as her undead thrall, taking up whatever arms they had in death, or perhaps whatever was left nearby. Their target primarily became the inquisitor, in case perhaps this spell had a channeling effect he had to keep up. Even if it didn't this was the man Isabella desired most to see killed, and as such each of the three dead warriors she now instructed aimed to attack him first, only changing their target to remove whatever, or whoever, might be preventing that task.
Urug sat surprised for a second, amazed that someone had accepted a hug from an orc. Smiling warmly, he returned the hug in a gentle manner before moving back. "Good to meet you, Jules!" He also took the time to stick his tongue out at Raven, feeling like he was interacting with the children.
"If you need to talk to people, maybe I can get the study ready for you boss?"
"If you need to talk to people, maybe I can get the study ready for you boss?"
Alastor closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No need, Urug. It'll be fine as is." He also gave a slight wave of the hand in front of himself. No need to keep up the act either. "Shall we?" Alastor began leading the way, looking concerned all the while.
Arriving at his destination, Alastor ushered those who followed inside. Within, a desk sat in the middle of the room. In the center of it, a few books sat open with pages next to them. A pair of reading glasses sat to one side of it, and an inkwell and quill to the other. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, as well as one behind. One wall of the room was lined with shelves, stocked with books of varying topics all organised according to their contents. The other wall held but one cabinet, which was locked tight.
Arriving at his destination, Alastor ushered those who followed inside. Within, a desk sat in the middle of the room. In the center of it, a few books sat open with pages next to them. A pair of reading glasses sat to one side of it, and an inkwell and quill to the other. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, as well as one behind. One wall of the room was lined with shelves, stocked with books of varying topics all organised according to their contents. The other wall held but one cabinet, which was locked tight.
Ren soon realized their only chance of surviving at this point would be to escape. Taking action quickly after her failed attack, Ren opened her other canteens and pulled all of her water together. Before she could use her powers to get the group away, she had to get the group together. Naida, can you get over here?she reached out to her familiar telepathically. However, Naida was too concerned over Geoff to take notice. With a sigh, Ren swirled the water around herself and Isabella, unaware of Drake standing so close and accidentally bringing him along.
Instead of immediately taking the group straight to safety, they reappeared behind Naida. Ren grabbed the fairy's arm, but Naida pulled back. "No," she yelled over the noise of the battle. "Geoff is hurt!"
"Fine," Ren sighed. At this, the fairy smiled and grabbed Geoff's hand again. Ren closed her eyes as she let the water swirl around the large group, swallowing everyone and closing in until the group disappeared.
When Ren opened her eyes, she stood back in the caves she called home. She sighed with relief as she looked around at the massive cavern, filled with vases of water, stalagmites and stalactites of various sizes. The group stood on the edge of a small pool of water, which seemed to glow, filling the cave with an eerie light. Ren immediately lit the torches around the room, which was the extent of her elemental fire magic.
Turning back to the group, Ren noticed Drake. "Well, crap," she sort of growled in frustration. "Now we've kidnapped two people." Before she could say more, Ren was distracted by Geoff. He was on the ground at the edge of the pool, with a brave Naida standing between him and Isabella.
"Friend, he's our buddy," the fairy tried to explain. "He's not fighting you any more."
Instead of immediately taking the group straight to safety, they reappeared behind Naida. Ren grabbed the fairy's arm, but Naida pulled back. "No," she yelled over the noise of the battle. "Geoff is hurt!"
"Fine," Ren sighed. At this, the fairy smiled and grabbed Geoff's hand again. Ren closed her eyes as she let the water swirl around the large group, swallowing everyone and closing in until the group disappeared.
When Ren opened her eyes, she stood back in the caves she called home. She sighed with relief as she looked around at the massive cavern, filled with vases of water, stalagmites and stalactites of various sizes. The group stood on the edge of a small pool of water, which seemed to glow, filling the cave with an eerie light. Ren immediately lit the torches around the room, which was the extent of her elemental fire magic.
Turning back to the group, Ren noticed Drake. "Well, crap," she sort of growled in frustration. "Now we've kidnapped two people." Before she could say more, Ren was distracted by Geoff. He was on the ground at the edge of the pool, with a brave Naida standing between him and Isabella.
"Friend, he's our buddy," the fairy tried to explain. "He's not fighting you any more."
At the library
A guardsman strides purposefully through the main doors, giving Cornelius a nod before walking to the back.
"Ma'am," he mutters to the High Inquisitor, "We have a serious situation at the main gate. Richard's shifted and we've got at least two outsider spellcasters involved, including a necromancer."
Thalia promptly closed her, book, stood up, and walked swiftly out of the library, a look of pure hatred on her sharp-featured face. As soon as she got outside, she sprinted toward the gate in question, luminous trails following her magically-enhanced steps....
A guardsman strides purposefully through the main doors, giving Cornelius a nod before walking to the back.
"Ma'am," he mutters to the High Inquisitor, "We have a serious situation at the main gate. Richard's shifted and we've got at least two outsider spellcasters involved, including a necromancer."
Thalia promptly closed her, book, stood up, and walked swiftly out of the library, a look of pure hatred on her sharp-featured face. As soon as she got outside, she sprinted toward the gate in question, luminous trails following her magically-enhanced steps....
Liliath had gotten bored again and when Thalia left for serious business she wanted to go to.
“Can I go to, I’ts boring here please can I go to.”
“Can I go to, I’ts boring here please can I go to.”
She smiles but was confused. She didnt have the slightest idea of what was going on. With all the children She saw and new people she wasnt listening to much. She followed Alastor looking like she was lost in thought.
"Am I supposed to follow? I'm just confused as to what I'm doing... or supposed to do." She says as she looks up at him.
"Am I supposed to follow? I'm just confused as to what I'm doing... or supposed to do." She says as she looks up at him.
Lisa raises an eyebrow at the approaching guard, and she listens quietly while he reports a “serious situation” at the gate. It seems a little unorthodox that he mentions Richard to her with only a first name and no title. This oddity becomes even stranger when absolute fury takes over Thalia’s face as she leaves swiftly and without a single word.
That isn’t nearly as important as the mention of spellcasters, one of whom is a necromancer- so decidedly not her, assuming Lisa correctly rememberers what she’d overheard the other night between Raven and Adriannu -but that says nothing for whoever else is involved.
Watching this, Lisa closes her own book. As soon as the High Inquisitor leaves her sight, she breaths a sigh of relief and stands too, picking up the book she’d been reading and also the one Lady Thalia had.
“Yes, we should go,” she says, but then she presses the two books against her chest in one arm and reaches to grab Liliath’s hand, hopefully stopping her from chasing Thalia. “But not where’s she’s going; it’s not sa-“ she stops, remembering how the High Inquisitor convinced the girl help them research.
“I have something a little more fun in mind. These books would look nice in a castle, and,” her voice drops to a whisper, “that shard would look pretty good in a castle too. Come with me and maybe we’ll get to keep it.”
That isn’t nearly as important as the mention of spellcasters, one of whom is a necromancer- so decidedly not her, assuming Lisa correctly rememberers what she’d overheard the other night between Raven and Adriannu -but that says nothing for whoever else is involved.
Watching this, Lisa closes her own book. As soon as the High Inquisitor leaves her sight, she breaths a sigh of relief and stands too, picking up the book she’d been reading and also the one Lady Thalia had.
“Yes, we should go,” she says, but then she presses the two books against her chest in one arm and reaches to grab Liliath’s hand, hopefully stopping her from chasing Thalia. “But not where’s she’s going; it’s not sa-“ she stops, remembering how the High Inquisitor convinced the girl help them research.
“I have something a little more fun in mind. These books would look nice in a castle, and,” her voice drops to a whisper, “that shard would look pretty good in a castle too. Come with me and maybe we’ll get to keep it.”
At the orphanage
Raven does end up landing on a tail. Or, rather, on several tails. And not too close to the tips, either. The magistrate's careful movement wound up with her landing in the middle of a sea of sandy and coppery fluff. His outer tails fold over her slightly, lightly entrapping her in fuzz.
"Yes, please, follow us. We will speak of a few matters once we are all in private." Kylarion confirms to Jules, following Urug and Alastor with Raven still in his tails, as if nothing were amiss.
Once in the study, he stands next to the desk, briefly looking at a book left open on it, searching for a particular passage for a moment for when they began.
Raven does end up landing on a tail. Or, rather, on several tails. And not too close to the tips, either. The magistrate's careful movement wound up with her landing in the middle of a sea of sandy and coppery fluff. His outer tails fold over her slightly, lightly entrapping her in fuzz.
"Yes, please, follow us. We will speak of a few matters once we are all in private." Kylarion confirms to Jules, following Urug and Alastor with Raven still in his tails, as if nothing were amiss.
Once in the study, he stands next to the desk, briefly looking at a book left open on it, searching for a particular passage for a moment for when they began.
“AhHAH!” Raven lets out a triumphant laugh as her paws hit the mark, landing dead-center on the target tail(s). She sinks willingly into the fluff, satisfied, until a shadow falls over her and she looks up.
“Oh, no-“ the outer tails fall over her, engulfing the tiny cat in an ocean of desert-sand fur. “Mmffph!”
It the takes the entirety of their short walk to the office for Raven to struggle free. She flops out of the world’s softest maze and falls on her side, propelled by the weight of the lopsided catpack and shard within. She pushes herself up halfway, then decides standing isn’t worth the effort and collapses again. Her tail lashes, stirring up dust clouds that billow and glint in the dim ambient light.
Other than that, she doesn’t seem upset about being mildly duped. With a pleasant chirping sound she rolls over to face Kylarion, something important (to her) crossing her mind. Before they talk about anything else, she has to know what happened. She suspects he has something to do with her friend’s’ disappearing. Collapsed buildings leave bodies; they don’t literally make people vanish.
“Where’s Lisa and Adriannu?”
“Oh, no-“ the outer tails fall over her, engulfing the tiny cat in an ocean of desert-sand fur. “Mmffph!”
It the takes the entirety of their short walk to the office for Raven to struggle free. She flops out of the world’s softest maze and falls on her side, propelled by the weight of the lopsided catpack and shard within. She pushes herself up halfway, then decides standing isn’t worth the effort and collapses again. Her tail lashes, stirring up dust clouds that billow and glint in the dim ambient light.
Other than that, she doesn’t seem upset about being mildly duped. With a pleasant chirping sound she rolls over to face Kylarion, something important (to her) crossing her mind. Before they talk about anything else, she has to know what happened. She suspects he has something to do with her friend’s’ disappearing. Collapsed buildings leave bodies; they don’t literally make people vanish.
“Where’s Lisa and Adriannu?”
The magistrate chuckles as Raven gasps free of his fur. "They survived, yes, and are currently in Telmarune, I think was the name of the city," he replies, "I'm sure your friend will be happy to tell you the story when you meet again, and... I will see to it that she knows you are well."
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Lisa raises an eyebrow at the approaching guard, and she listens quietly while he reports a “serious situation” at the gate. It seems a little unorthodox that he mentions Richard to her with only a first name and no title. This oddity becomes even stranger when absolute fury takes over Thalia’s face as she leaves swiftly and without a single word.
That isn’t nearly as important as the mention of spellcasters, one of whom is a necromancer- so decidedly not her, assuming Lisa correctly rememberers what she’d overheard the other night between Raven and Adriannu -but that says nothing for whoever else is involved.
Watching this, Lisa closes her own book. As soon as the High Inquisitor leaves her sight, she breaths a sigh of relief and stands too, picking up the book she’d been reading and also the one Lady Thalia had.
“Yes, we should go,” she says, but then she presses the two books against her chest in one arm and reaches to grab Liliath’s hand, hopefully stopping her from chasing Thalia. “But not where’s she’s going; it’s not sa-“ she stops, remembering how the High Inquisitor convinced the girl help them research.
“I have something a little more fun in mind. These books would look nice in a castle, and,” her voice drops to a whisper, “that shard would look pretty good in a castle too. Come with me and maybe we’ll get to keep it.”
That isn’t nearly as important as the mention of spellcasters, one of whom is a necromancer- so decidedly not her, assuming Lisa correctly rememberers what she’d overheard the other night between Raven and Adriannu -but that says nothing for whoever else is involved.
Watching this, Lisa closes her own book. As soon as the High Inquisitor leaves her sight, she breaths a sigh of relief and stands too, picking up the book she’d been reading and also the one Lady Thalia had.
“Yes, we should go,” she says, but then she presses the two books against her chest in one arm and reaches to grab Liliath’s hand, hopefully stopping her from chasing Thalia. “But not where’s she’s going; it’s not sa-“ she stops, remembering how the High Inquisitor convinced the girl help them research.
“I have something a little more fun in mind. These books would look nice in a castle, and,” her voice drops to a whisper, “that shard would look pretty good in a castle too. Come with me and maybe we’ll get to keep it.”
“Come one let’s go then. Oh why not?” Liliath sighed she wasn’t allowed to join the fun.
“Nothing to bad can happen right, please Lisa let’s go with Thalia.” At first she wanted to make a fuss, but then Ali’s asaid something more interesting. “I am bad at reading and-“ The shard part made her smile and she finally took Lisa’s hand “Alright then.”
Liliath giggeld a little “Let’s not tell Thalia she would not agree on anything about a shard.” She whisperd
Two can play at shapeshifting.
The armor plates on Drake’s arm starts to creep up his body with a confident slowness that can’t be anything other than intentional.
Then he pauses, bewildered by water rising and swirling in the air, swallowing him, the nightmare child, and the woman in the white dress. The world beyond the veil blurs into a thousand panes of light with faded, wavering edges.
Then it drops and reveals they’d moved, almost in a blink. “What...?”
Before he can process what’s going on- Ren doesn’t offer the courtesy of explaining they’re teleporting. In fact, she doesn’t seem to realize he’s being brought along at all -she lifts the veil again and it drops moments later in the middle of a cavern, dimly lit by a creepily glowing pool.
As Ren lights the torches with a wave of her hand, Drake lets his eyes adjust to the change in light. Then, grip tightening around his sword, he grabs Ren by the shoulder. His voice bespeaks barely restrained anger, underneath which lies a sense of panic. “Where. The Hell. Am I?”
The armor plates on Drake’s arm starts to creep up his body with a confident slowness that can’t be anything other than intentional.
Then he pauses, bewildered by water rising and swirling in the air, swallowing him, the nightmare child, and the woman in the white dress. The world beyond the veil blurs into a thousand panes of light with faded, wavering edges.
Then it drops and reveals they’d moved, almost in a blink. “What...?”
Before he can process what’s going on- Ren doesn’t offer the courtesy of explaining they’re teleporting. In fact, she doesn’t seem to realize he’s being brought along at all -she lifts the veil again and it drops moments later in the middle of a cavern, dimly lit by a creepily glowing pool.
As Ren lights the torches with a wave of her hand, Drake lets his eyes adjust to the change in light. Then, grip tightening around his sword, he grabs Ren by the shoulder. His voice bespeaks barely restrained anger, underneath which lies a sense of panic. “Where. The Hell. Am I?”
Before she could deal with or explain anything, Drake’s touch and threats panicked Ren. Without thinking, she threw his hand off of her shoulder, called to her magic, and teleported the shapeshifter out of the cavern. He would appear in a different cave, lit with a few torches and filled with vases of water. If he tried to leave at all, he would surely get lost in the darkness.
Isabella's glossed eyes stared as her hand turned back inward. Her minion's she summoned were doing there job, quickly distracting the group of assailants and preventing them from doing much of anything save for keeping themselves from becoming the next undead statistic the child might utilize. As the chaos further unfolded, Isabella raised her hand again, feeling relatively certain her next spell would be the beginning of the end for her enemies. Holding her hand up with her palm pointed once again at the inquisitor, another green symbol, this time a kind of bladed wave, appeared both in front of her palm and behind the back of her hand.
Before Isabella could do another thing, a swirling torrent of water blocked her view, and despite the fact her face remained devoid of emotion, the reaction and widened eyes made clear the surprise she experienced seeing this. Her head moved left, right, then center, and with the water retracting she saw she was now somehow in the midst of the battle. The child whirled around quickly, finding the inquisitor with relative ease. Her emotionless face pierced into him and she raised her arm quickly in a motion that suggested a blend of both frustration and desperation....but as quick as she was, again it was too late.
Her hand fell beside her as the whirling wall of water once again rose in front of her as if protecting the inquisitor intentionally. Again her head twitched to the left, to the right, and to center, and just like that she was surrounded by earth, hidden away in some torch-lit cave what had to be a great distance from their previous location.
"What happened...." the child demanded to herself, in a voice which had changed slightly. While it still held the same tone of the girl Isabella, there was an ethereal echo that accompanied it as an undertone. Her inflection, too, now bore far more confidence and a clear self-assured attitude.
Isabella turned around, her eyes still so black they seemed to absorb the light nearby, and they fell quickly onto Geoff who seemed almost to be guarded by Nadi. She looked past the fairy, and stared into Geoff. He became the scapegoat in that moment, the one Isabella attributed the teleportation to which in her belief had consequently resulted in the failure to kill the inquisitor. Worst of all he had been the one to demand the Maleficis Mihi from her, hadn't he?
"You," came the ghastly sound of the child's voice. Her hand raised in the direction of Geoff, intentionally held to where she would not hit Nadia. Shortly after a small and bright glow would appear centered in her hand, most likely a spell should would be ready to fire at Geoff.
Before Isabella could do another thing, a swirling torrent of water blocked her view, and despite the fact her face remained devoid of emotion, the reaction and widened eyes made clear the surprise she experienced seeing this. Her head moved left, right, then center, and with the water retracting she saw she was now somehow in the midst of the battle. The child whirled around quickly, finding the inquisitor with relative ease. Her emotionless face pierced into him and she raised her arm quickly in a motion that suggested a blend of both frustration and desperation....but as quick as she was, again it was too late.
Her hand fell beside her as the whirling wall of water once again rose in front of her as if protecting the inquisitor intentionally. Again her head twitched to the left, to the right, and to center, and just like that she was surrounded by earth, hidden away in some torch-lit cave what had to be a great distance from their previous location.
"What happened...." the child demanded to herself, in a voice which had changed slightly. While it still held the same tone of the girl Isabella, there was an ethereal echo that accompanied it as an undertone. Her inflection, too, now bore far more confidence and a clear self-assured attitude.
Isabella turned around, her eyes still so black they seemed to absorb the light nearby, and they fell quickly onto Geoff who seemed almost to be guarded by Nadi. She looked past the fairy, and stared into Geoff. He became the scapegoat in that moment, the one Isabella attributed the teleportation to which in her belief had consequently resulted in the failure to kill the inquisitor. Worst of all he had been the one to demand the Maleficis Mihi from her, hadn't he?
"You," came the ghastly sound of the child's voice. Her hand raised in the direction of Geoff, intentionally held to where she would not hit Nadia. Shortly after a small and bright glow would appear centered in her hand, most likely a spell should would be ready to fire at Geoff.
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“Come one let’s go then. Oh why not?” Liliath sighed she wasn’t allowed to join the fun.
“Nothing to bad can happen right, please Lisa let’s go with Thalia.” At first she wanted to make a fuss, but then Ali’s asaid something more interesting. “I am bad at reading and-“ The shard part made her smile and she finally took Lisa’s hand “Alright then.”
Liliath giggeld a little “Let’s not tell Thalia she would not agree on anything about a shard.” She whisperd
“Nothing to bad can happen right, please Lisa let’s go with Thalia.” At first she wanted to make a fuss, but then Ali’s asaid something more interesting. “I am bad at reading and-“ The shard part made her smile and she finally took Lisa’s hand “Alright then.”
Liliath giggeld a little “Let’s not tell Thalia she would not agree on anything about a shard.” She whisperd
"Nothing too bad can...!?" Incredulous, Lisa begs to differ. Thankfully the tactics she borrowed from the High Inquisitor work and Liliath takes her hand.
"Thalia will know nothing of this," she answers. With two books in her arm and a child in tow, Lisa walks hurriedly to the front desk, passing Evelyn on the way. The assistant librarian hands her the promised scrolls, possibly assuming she'll pass them on to the High Inquisitor. With a bit of nervous laughter, the chimera takes them with a shy "thank you." They came from a private collection and probably can't be checked out, but it's worth a try.
They reach the front desk to find it unmanned, though it isn't hard to spot Cornelius. In his apparently natural Draconic form, he peers out the door, staring after the High Inquisitor. "What has her in such a hurry?" He mutters, concern etches a little edge in his tone. "I wonder...what news the-"
"U-uh, Chief Librarian Cornelius?" Lisa calls up to him.
"Hm?" The dragon turns his head. "Oh, Thalia's guests. I hope you found what you were looking for." He steps back and closes the door before turning around to face them. As he turns, he has to lift his tail up over their heads to avoid hitting them. Though the spiked club-end soars meters above her and thuds gently on the floor as the dragon makes his rotation, Lisa flinches.
The dragon doesn't notice. "And call me Cornelius. I don't care much for titles."
"Cornelius...we would like to check out a few of the book we found?"
"Of course." He takes a few minutes to shapeshift, this time not into a human, but a four-foot tall bipedal feline. He brushes by Liliath on his way to the desk and musses up her hair with his paw. Lisa wonders if he chose that form just to be cute for the child, and the idea helps her relax around him. That, and the fact that he's not a dragon anymore.
The librarian leaps over the counter to disappear on the other side. His head bobs back into view once he finds a book to stand on.
Reaching over the counter, he says, "Please hand those over, along with your library membership card."
"...a what?"
Cornelius doesn't miss a beat. "A library membership card. I need to see it before I can allow you to borrow any resources."
"Oh," Lisa groans, and muses to herself, "No, no no no..."
Again, ever polite and professional, he replies, "If you do not have one, I will be more than happy to take you through the-"
"Yes, please!"
The urgency in her voice seems to throw him off a bit. His façade cracks a little as he responds tersely. "Okay." He ducks beneath the counter. Lisa hears the shuffling of documents for several minutes before he pops up again and slaps some paperwork on his desk.
"Just kindly fill this out. It shouldn't take more than ten minutes."
When Ren swipes at his hand, he closes a fist and raises it up defensively, apparently not interested in fighting.
But too late; a veil of water like earlier pours out from nearby vases and surrounds him. Before he can escape the curtain drops and he's...somewhere else. Again.
"God DAMMIT!" The chimera swears at the abyss, slamming his still-shifted fist against the wall. It hurts. Good. That draws his focus away from wondering What the heck is happening? as he focuses on the dulling ache in his hand. When that fades, he can calmly answer the question with, I guess I'll have to find out.
He sheathes his sword and takes one of the torches from its stand on the wall. Doing this, he hears something crunching beneath his feet.
The ground is littered with clay shards, refreshingly non-magical shards. Just...pieces of what was once a normal red clay vase lying in a shallow pool of water. There are several of them scattered on the ground. Maybe he broke the vase upon landing here.
He takes a few of them and slips them into pockets, giving himself just one to hold in his hand. He presses a jagged end against the cave wall and draws a line. Clay-dust leave a reddish-brown mark on the stone. A good mark; you're likely not going to see unless you're looking for it, and hopefully he'll be the only one bothering to watch out for these as he explores this mysterious underground locale.
But too late; a veil of water like earlier pours out from nearby vases and surrounds him. Before he can escape the curtain drops and he's...somewhere else. Again.
"God DAMMIT!" The chimera swears at the abyss, slamming his still-shifted fist against the wall. It hurts. Good. That draws his focus away from wondering What the heck is happening? as he focuses on the dulling ache in his hand. When that fades, he can calmly answer the question with, I guess I'll have to find out.
He sheathes his sword and takes one of the torches from its stand on the wall. Doing this, he hears something crunching beneath his feet.
The ground is littered with clay shards, refreshingly non-magical shards. Just...pieces of what was once a normal red clay vase lying in a shallow pool of water. There are several of them scattered on the ground. Maybe he broke the vase upon landing here.
He takes a few of them and slips them into pockets, giving himself just one to hold in his hand. He presses a jagged end against the cave wall and draws a line. Clay-dust leave a reddish-brown mark on the stone. A good mark; you're likely not going to see unless you're looking for it, and hopefully he'll be the only one bothering to watch out for these as he explores this mysterious underground locale.
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