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Post by Shinko on Oct 9, 2014 10:40:18 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Morgaine, her bad eye had been facing the Lyellians when they arrived, so she didn't even become aware of their presence until she was rather forcefully shoved aside by the parting crowd. Between her small size and the lack of balance from her inebriation, she couldn't really put up much of a resistance. Soon she found herself completely turned around and separated from Leif- from her vantage point she couldn't even try to look for him, since she couldn't see over the heads of the crowd. "You, you don't gotta push," she called to the people around her. "Didn't yer mothersh teach you mannersh?" No one was paying attention to her, distracted as they were by the lantern carriers. Morgaine was able to make out the points of light through the crowd, and they piqued her interest, but again her short height and relative weakness made it impossible for her to get to the front and see what all the fuss was about. Eventually enough of the people in front of her were cleared out that she could see what was going on- unfortunately, before she could try to figure it out, a lantern was shoved in her hands and promptly illuminated. The sudden shift from relative darkness to the flare of brilliance in the lantern was exquisitely painful to her working eye, already over-dilated by alcohol as it was, and she found herself completely flash blinded. She blinked to clear her vision, shaking her head, but that only made her more dizzy than she already was from the alcohol. Morgaine staggered backwards a few steps, dropping the lantern on the ground and rubbing her face. Tears streamed from her good eye, but nothing she was doing helped to clear it. She tripped and fell backwards into one of the street stalls, earning an indignant shout from the woman standing behind it- Morgaine had crushed quite a few of the flowers she was selling and she demanded compensation. The locksmith ignored her, trying to stand again, but kicked the lantern she had just dropped and yelped in pain as it burned her foot- the paper had caught fire when she dropped it. "Help, I, I can't shee... Leif, where'd you go?! Roshie, Ilsha, somebody?" Fortunately for Leif, Morgaine didn't get yanked off too far. Unfortunately, she ends up getting flash-blinded when someone shoves a lantern at her and ignites it too fast (remember it's dark out, alcohol dilates your pupils so that they can't process light properly and Morgaine's only working eye is slightly weakened to begin with from having to compensate for the missing eye). So now she's dizzy, can barely walk, and can't see. |
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Post by Tiger on Oct 9, 2014 21:33:47 GMT -5
Leif didn’t see Morgaine right away. He held the lantern high, looking after the parade as it departed. He didn’t see the locksmith at the tail end or the edges of the group, but then, with her height, she could be in the center of the pack and he wouldn’t be able to tell. The mage’s heart started to pound uncomfortably hard - this was really bad.
And despite the sudden departure of so many of the crowd, things felt suddenly more tumultuous. Leif wasn’t the only one who’d been separated from his companion - he could hear other people calling out to relatives and friends who’d been caught in the crowd. Lanterns were being passed around everywhere - a child carrying on raced after the parade despite a shout from his mother, and tripped, sending a gold lantern cascading into the street - fire licked at the cobblestones and paper of the lantern. Leif raised his wand and cast a quick Agwoomenti spell to douse the flames. The child had burned his finger and probably skinned his knees and was howling. Leif stepped back as the kid’s parents brushed past him. As if all that noise weren’t enough, merchants were calling out to the crowd - or just yelling, apparently someone’s stand had been run into, though Leif couldn’t quite see whose.
Leif clenched his jaw and was about to start forward when he realized he still didn’t know if Morgaine was with the Medivillian crowd or the Lyellian procession… Well, Morgaine couldn’t have gotten swallowed in the crowd this relatively small, right? He hesitantly stepped in the direction of the parade.
Fortunately, the flicker of another fire caught Leif’s attention first. Somebody was already stamping it out, cursing about paper lanterns and whose bright idea was it to set something on fire and then surround it with something flammable. Before the fire was stamped to ashes, however, Leif glimpsed a familiar set of colors and hoped he was correctly remembering Morgaine’s outfit. “Mrs. Braham?” he called out. He wasn’t sure he could be heard over the noise. It had been a while since Lief had felt this actively attacked by sound.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” the shouting merchant was - well, shouting. “I’ve spent months growing these!”
A distinct headache was pounding in Leif’s temple - an odd contrast to the relief when he finally spotted Morgaine. “Mrs. Braham!” The locksmith looked - looked distraught and confused. Her good eye was watering, she was ginger on one foot, and was still basically unsteady from the drink. Morgaine hadn’t made it far from the florists stand, where indeed some flowers had been crushed or knocked to the ground. What in the world had happened?
Leif put an arm around Morgaine’s shoulders to help steady her, his grip firmer than his usual tentative contacts. “C’mon, Mrs. Braham, let’s sit down somewh-”
“Hold there, she owes me for damages!” Leif turned to the florist, glaring, but she didn’t seem at all cowed by Leif’s expression. “Look what she’s done to my flowers!”
“Calm down - she didn’t do it on purpose, clearly the crowd was shoving her. The festival’s almost over for the night, do you really - “
The merchant crossed her arms. “I’ll sell my flowers as late as I please! You try to go anywhere without compensating me, I’ll have the city guard on you!” Her eyebrows rose as if she were daring Leif to try. “Don’t think I won’t!”
“For ‘Woo’s sake - “ Leif shoved the lantern toward the merchant, who took it with fumbling fingers. In retrospect, probably not the wisest move he could have made, but Leif’s patience was dangerously close to gone. He rummaged through his pocket for a bit more coin - he was starting to run low now - and he practically threw it onto the counter. “There. Keep the lantern.”
He guided Morgaine a little ways off the path, to the superfluous but empty shade of a tree. Ribbons hung limply from its trunk and branches, probably having been assaulted by children and the wind all day long. Leif cast a spell to create a hovering light - green, of course. “Are you okay?” he asked, helping Morgaine sit down. Leif realized all the muscles in his back and neck were tense, as if he were trying to raise nonexistent hackles. He forced himself to relax, only succeeding a little. “What happened?”
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Post by Shinko on Oct 9, 2014 22:10:01 GMT -5
"Mrs. Braham!"Morgaine's head snapped up and she looked around, though she still couldn't see anything but white. "Leif?" she said tentatively, not sure with all the noise from the crowd where the voice had come from. She felt an arm grip firmly around her shoulder, and jumped in surprise and panic. She instinctively tried to pull away, but a moment later she hear Leif's voice again, right over her head. "Leif, you, you demon, don't you dare leave me like that again!" she bleated, grasping his shirt with both hands and holding the fabric in a death grip. She looked up in the direction she presumed his head to be, but she still couldn't make out anything and the noises were so loud and confused... He was arguing with someone, she realized dimly. The woman who'd been screaming about flowers. Morgaine didn't know who the woman was nor did she care. Instead the locksmith closed her smarting eye and leaned into Leif's side, as if shielding her face in darkness would clear the white film that had clouded her vision. Eventually Leif drew them away from the crowd, to a somewhat quieter area, and helped her sit down. Sitting felt a lot more secure than standing- at least sitting she didn't feel like she was going to fall over or walk into something at any moment. " Are you okay?" Leif asked. " What happened?" "I can't shee!" she replied, rubbing her eye furiously and futilely. "It was dark and there were people all over the plashce and then shuddenly they shoved shomething me and then it wash too bright, and now I can't see! I don't want to be blind, Leif I already losht one eye I don't want to be blind!" She leaned wanted to lean against Leif again, but she wasn't completely sure where he was. Instead she hugged herself. "Thish ish shtupid, being drunk ish shupposhed to be fun, but there'sh too many people and my head'sh all sloshed and my foot hurts and I'm hungry and I can't see!" Morgaine might be just a tiny bit incoherent right now, sorry Leif. On the bright side flash blindness is temporary so she's NOT going to go blind, but she's too drunk to think rationally about things just now and it's already been a pretty long night.
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Post by Tiger on Oct 10, 2014 10:44:04 GMT -5
“You’re not going to go blind,” Leif insisted, though it took him a moment to piece together Morgaine’s explanation, what had happened in the crowd, and figure out what exactly had happened. Someone must have shoved a lantern in Morgaine’s face - no, they must have lit one, that would explain a flare of temporarily blinding light. Leif didn’t know enough about alcohol to be aware of the dilating effects, but he could imagine that leaving one eye to do the work of two would make it more vulnerable to something like that. “Let’s give it a few minutes,” he said, pointing his wand up at the light and dimming it. “If it hasn’t adjusted on its own by then, we’ll get you to Doctor Stabstrike.” Leif sat next to her, between the locksmith and the path just in case the festival wanted to throw anything else at them. “I’m sorry. I wish this was fun for you, at least.” He reached a hand up to fiddle with his necklace pendant, tracing the vein patterns in the silver. “There are far, far too many people here,” Leif agreed. He glanced around, keeping an eye on the crowd in case it swelled onto the grass. The pot pie stand was within sight, and though it would solve the problem of Morgaine - and Leif, for that matter - being hungry, Leif wasn’t going to leave the locksmith to go get them. It would be stupid and heartless, considering Morgaine had already yelled at him not to leave her again. Taking Morgaine along would probably be just as dangerous, though, if she couldn’t see. And the festival felt like a bizarrely-anatomied predator, ready to ambush them as soon as they stepped into the street. Leif was tempted to Woogardium Leviosa some coins over to the pie stand, and them summon two of the pies. Before he actually talked himself into floating currency over the pathway, Leif was distracted by something coming their way - something small and furry and pursued by two children. Seconds later, a little black and white cat ran into the dim glow of Leif’s floating light. It tried to scamper up the tree, but grabbed one of the loose ribbons and slipped back down the tree along with the banner. It landed on its feet with a sharp meow, and, probably desperate at this point, darted behind Leif and Morgaine. The kids, an girl of about eight or nine and a boy who was probably her younger brother, ran up to them and stopped, panting. Leif tilted his head. “Your cat get away from you?” “No, she’s not our cat,” the girl said. “But we wanna get her out of the crowd so she doesn’t get stepped on!” “Heeeere kitty kitty!” the boy called. He was only a few years old, four or five at the most. The cat did not move. She was breathing quickly and Leif wondered how long the kids had been chasing her. “Well, she’s out of the crowd now,” Leif said. An idea occurred to him. “Oh - but - while you’re here - would you two mind running an errand for me?” The girl’s expression was not promising at first, but she brightened when Leif pulled a few runestones from his pocket. “See the pie stand over there? If you buy two of those and bring them back here, you can keep the change and I can give you an extra runestone. Just don’t buy any juice with it, all right?” The girl took the money with unconcealed excitement, and Leif added, “Don’t take that all and run, now - I’m a mage, and I can…” he tried to think of a punishment that wouldn’t be utterly terrifying to small children, but would still dissuade them from stealing. “I can make it so that anything you buy with that if you steal it turns into...into worms,” he decided. Eyes and cats and children! \ o /
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Post by Shinko on Oct 10, 2014 14:53:56 GMT -5
Morgaine was blinking as quickly as she could, her eye still watering somewhat. “I really hope not. I don’t want to be blind, I really don’t, it was shcary enough loshing one eye. Shtupid Courdonian, it took monthsh to get ushed to and I shtill walk into thingsh shometimes. I didn’t even shee all thoshe people coming jusht now. They came outta nowhere, and shuddenly you were, you were just gone, and then there was that flash. It’s all white, like shnow, but shnow is fun and thish is not fun.” She looked up with a grin, though she was looking somewhat over Leif’s shoulder rather than at his face. “I don’t get shcared very easy. I mean, what’sh the point? You gotta have a clear head to sholve a problem, bein’ shcared just getsh in the way. But even if I had a clear head I couldn’t fix being blind. I’ve… I’ve been really scared since I losht my left eye. Like, what if I loshe the other one too?” The locksmith finally stopped rubbing her eye- it wasn’t doing any good, and it was just making it hurt more. “Woo, when we find the juishce guy I hope Elin already gave him one black eye. If I blacken the other one, then, then he can shee what it’sh like to be blind!” She punched the air for emphasis, fortunately not hitting Leif in the process despite only sort of knowing where he was sitting. She was distracted from her tirade by a loud thump, and the yowl of an angry cat. She looked around in surprise, wondering if one of her own pets had come back, but it didn’t sound like Mercury or Rust. The elven cats both had high, bell like meows- this one was louder and more grating. “Your cat get away from you?” Leif asked, and before Morgaine could ask him who he was talking to a young child answered. She looked in the direction of the kid’s voice, and while she still couldn’t see anything she realized the white on the edge of her vision was hazing to a dark purplish color- was the flash finally clearing? As the two kids scampered away, Morgaine felt something soft and fuzzy brush her arm- the cat’s tail. She put out a hand in the animal’s direction, and after a soft hiss of warning the frightened feline warily sniffed the proffered fingers. “Shilly kidsh, catsh aren’t like dogs. You gotta let them come to you, not the other way around,” she remarked, a gentle smile on her face. The wary cat sneezed on Morgaine’s fingers. “I bet you shmell my catsh. I brought Merc with me to the feshtival but he bailed when I started to shwaaaay.” She leaned back and forth to demonstrate. “Probably afraid he’d fall off.” The white obscuring her vision was more than half purple now, and it was starting to become ragged at the edges. She could make out hits of movement on the edges, and she sagged a little with relief. “I shtill can’t shee but I think it’s finally goin’ away.” The cat, finally satisfied with her inspection, brushed her cheek against Morgaine’s hand and the old woman laughed. Gently she stroked the animal, though her hand wasn’t quite hitting the mark every time. The sound of footsteps heralded the return of the children, and the cat darted behind Morgaine again with a hiss. “We got the pies,” the little girl declared, offering them to Leif with an expectant expression. Her brother pulled on his sister’s sleeve and pointed at Morgaine. “She’s got the kitty,” he declared. In spite of her still foggy eyesight, Morgaine grinned. “I do got the kitty. Whatcha gonna do about it?” “Can I have the kitty?” he asked. Morgaine flopped backwards, lying on her back. The animal in question darted out of the way as she fell and hid behind Leif, hissing at the kids again. “I think that’sh a no, shorry kiddo.” Eventually the two kids left, and the cat re-emerged and sniffed Morgaine’s face. She chuckled as the animal’s whiskers tickled her, and sat up again. Her eyesight was mostly back to normal at this point, a thin purplish film all that remained. She still wasn’t entirely confident walking around, but at least she could see. Sort of. She was still drunk, after all. As she stroked the cat’s head, something caught her eye, and she glanced around. “Leif… My eyesh are shtill kinda bad, but… ish that Elin?” Drunk Morgaine is very rambly, if that hasn’t become obvious by now. Lots of dialog happens, and then a segue! Tagging Gelquie |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 11, 2014 20:22:58 GMT -5
The crowd was thick, and its flow erratic. Under normal circumstances, one might've been able to push their way through if they were strong enough or at least been able to stand aside until the procession had passed. The circumstances, however, were not normal for many people, including Elin Ryer. She had tried to follow a different path, going down what looked to be a line of market stands in hope of finding the booth in question. This was already a near impossible task as it was, with the way everything was blurred and the way everything moved, and the way she got pushed before she could take a good look at her surroundings and how everything caught her eye... It already took some stamina to try to keep herself walking a straight line; that took some focus now. But the crowd already sent her around and around, with no end to the festival in sight, and when the procession came, she found herself in a daze as she ended up once again pushed around down some path. Finally though, the procession had passed. How far the crowd had taken her, Elin didn't know; it was already hard for her to find her way as it was before it became dark without the extra bustle. All she knew was that she was somewhere else in the festival, an orange lantern in her shaking hands. Once she had gotten used to the light, she couldn't help but sway in place, staring at it and the light from the lanterns around her, shimmering as if they were dancing. Elin stood bedazzled by their display, feeling light like a feather in the wind, and a smile crept onto her face. She was cut off by someone bumping into her, and she was knocked away, almost losing her balance entirely but dropping her lantern to the ground, where it burned. She turned around and looked up to see the man who bumped into her coming closer. “Hey, shtop it,” she slurred. “I wash trying to shee the colored lights.” “Well,” the man spoke back, a drunken drawl in his loud words. “It'sh not my fault I was so dishtracted by you.” “...What?” “But I forgive you, and I can give you shomething better than colored lights, little ducky,” he offered. He gave her a wink. It took Elin too long to process what he had said and what he was insinuating, but when the man brought his hand out to touch her wrist, Elin managed to stumble backwards a bit. “Doon't,” Elin protested. “I'm shpoken for.” “Hey, lishten, it'sh fine, I'm good for you, sweetums, what'sh shay we go to the meadow and I show you that I'm a better man than whatever you've got?” “Yer really not, now go'way.” The man, undeterred, suddenly put an arm around her shoulder “Only caushe you don't know better. Hey, hey they're playing that shong; let'sh go danshe to that pretty music.” Elin tried to shove him away, and stumbled forward out of his grasp. “Don't tousch me!” The man sidestepped around her, almost like dancing if only due to his excessive stumbling. “C'mon, I'm a good dansher, you shee, gorgeous?” Elin tried to step out of his way, only for him to stumble in her way again with some other embarrassing endearment, not listening to her protests, acting as if his actions would help endear Elin to him. With the crowd as thick as it was, she couldn't turn into an empty direction quick enough before he was in her line of sight again. So she stood there confused, the world wavering around her as the man refused to get out of her way. Swaying on the spot, she seemed to be trying to concentrate on something as she began to curl her shaking hand into a fist... Elin is lost... and totally drunk. She's been trying to find the juice seller unsuccessfully, and when the procession happened, she found herself pulled along some way, making her even more lost. (Perhaps a good thing though, as it so happened she happened to end up somewhere near Leif and Morgaine.) As Elin is distracted by the pretty lights, some other drunk person bumps into her and then proceeds to try to flirt with her. She tries to tell him off, but he doesn't take a hint, and he keeps dancing around her to prevent her from leaving. She's getting a bit upset about it. Maybe someone nearby can intervene?
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Post by Tiger on Oct 11, 2014 21:54:10 GMT -5
Leif looked down as Morgaine confessed her fears about losing sight in both her eyes, of going fully blind. She had never mentioned this before - of course she hadn’t, she was Morgaine, she didn’t confess to fear. ...But of course the idea would bother her. Leif felt what was by now familiar mix of anger and frustration and guilt. It was a tired set of feelings; Morgaine had forgiven Leif long ago, but it was sometimes hard to accept that. But this situation wasn’t about Leif, it was about Morgaine. He forced his gaze back up to Morgaine, even if she couldn’t see his face right now. Before he could say anything, though, Morgaine had shifted into a rant toward the juice merchant, Leif dodged an enthusiastic pump of the locksmiths’ fist, and the kids chased the cat into their midst. Leif glanced between the kids as they went to buy the pies, and Morgaine as she bonded with the cat. He was glad Morgaine was taking the reins on that front; Leif could sometimes pet Morgaine’s calico cat Rust, but birds were definitely more his specialty. ”I shtill can’t shee but I think it’s finally goin’ away,” Morgaine said with relief after a few moments. Leif’s shoulders lost some of their own tension. “Good.” He’d been fairly certain it was just a case of being blinded by the lantern-lights, but bit was reassuring to know for sure that it was only temporary. “Hopefully it finishes going away quickly.” The kids returned with the pies, and in exchange, Leif handed over the extra runestone as promised, once they were done “Don’t buy any juice with that,” he reminded them. “Mrs. Braham, I have a pie for you when you’re ready. Hopefully they taste as good as they smell.” Even the cat seemed interested, sniffing at the air even while she let Morgaine pet her head. “Leif… My eyesh are shtill kinda bad, but… ish that Elin?”“Hm?” Lief looked up, followed Morgaine’s gaze, and sure enough, through the crowd he caught glimpses of Elin Ryer. She was unsteady on her feet, and as the candy merchant had said, she looked angry - but it didn’t seem to be the juice merchant she was preparing to punch right now. Leif saw the man sidestep to block her way, looking at Elin with a drunken but leering grin that made Leif’s skin crawl. A dozen possible curses he could cast filled Leif’s head in an instant. “Yes, Mrs. Braham, that’s Elin.“ Leif set the pies aside and cast a quick shield over them. “And I need to go turn the man harassing her into some kind of invertebrate. You want to come, or stay here?” He held out a hand to help the locksmith to her feet, and made sure she kept close, on his left side so she could hold onto his arm without inadvertently throwing off Leif’s wand aim. He drew his wand as they reached the edge of the crowd, flicking his wrist and muttering a brief spell. The green light that blossomed at his wand tip quickly turned to a color and quality like flame, and people were suddenly much more willing to get out of their way. “Miss Ryer!” Leif called out as they reached the two. A gesture with his wand turned into a threatening point as Leif asked, “Is this man bothering you?” Leif leveled a glare at the offending drunkard. With a laugh and a hiccup, the man asked, “You’re her man?” “No,” Leif said flatly. “I - “ “Then get losht. Me and this pretty lady are trying to have a convershation.” Leif was really, really getting tired of these people not taking a magic wand pointed at their vital organs seriously. Does alcohol make people forget that magic exists? Does he think I’m pointing a stick at him because I’m an idiot?“I’m sure it’s confusing for you, since I imagine a lot of the people you talk to look like they want to punch you in a place you’d sorely regret - but I don’t think Miss Ryer wants to have this conversation. So get out of here.” Leif tapped his fingertip against his wand. “ Now.” A wild CREEPER appears! Leif uses GROWL! Is it super-effective? ...Given his luck, probably not BD |
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Post by Shinko on Oct 11, 2014 22:16:33 GMT -5
Morgaine was not about to let Leif wander out of her line of sight again, not when her vision still hadn't completely cleared. She hung on to the arm he wasn't using to wave his wand, watching with amusement as he drove the crowd away. She was less amused, however, when she saw the drunk man who was harassing Elin. “I’m sure it’s confusing for you, since I imagine a lot of the people you talk to look like they want to punch you in a place you’d sorely regret" Leif said when the man didn't take the hint, his voice heavy with sarcasm, "but I don’t think Miss Ryer wants to have this conversation. So get out of here. Now.”"Look, if she'sh not your girl what buishnish of yoursh ish it if I-" "Hey!" Morgaine interjected, letting go of Leif's arm to totter a few steps towards the man. "You're a dingbat, y'know that? That'sh, that'sh Leif Jade, he'sh the archmage of Jade Houshe. And if you don't lishten to him, he can shummon a dragon to eat your face." The man looked down at her, frowning. "Ain't chu the lockshmith? The one who'sh partner throwsh keysh at everybody?" "Yeah, that'sh me and that'sh my Roshie. What'cha care? Thish ain't about me, it'sh about you and dragon teeth in yer bum." She took another step forwards, jabbing a finger in the man's chest and giving him a big crooked grin. "And what'sh more, thish fine young lady happensh to be the nieshce of Clare the butcher, who alsho happensh to be a good friend o' mine. Butcher'sh are good with sharp thingsh, and I bet Clare would be happy to practishce on a guy who wash messhin' with her Elin." The man swayed a little, staring at her as if he didn't quite comprehend what she was saying, and Morgaine snorted. "You're a real, real moron ain'tcha? I got food waitin' under the tree and I wanna eat it, sho scoot!" As she spoke, she kicked the man in the shin. In the process of doing so she threw herself off balance so she fell into Leif again, but it still had the desired effect. The creep yelped, hopping away and holding up his injured leg. No more coordinated than Morgaine, he fell backwards and landed with a crash on the paving stones. "And that," Morgaine said triumphantly, trying and failing to stand up again. "Ish how you do it. Want shome pie, Elin?" Silly drunk Morgaine is back. = D |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 11, 2014 23:50:07 GMT -5
Just when Elin was about to act against the man, she suddenly saw some of the crowd part, and two people approach out of the corner of her eye. She risked a glance over, and though it took her a moment to recognize them in her inebriation, it was a short moment, and Leif's voice confirmed who it was. When asked if the man was bothering her, Elin gave a quick if unsteady nod, but the conversation went too fast for her to keep up. So instead she watched, at first apprehensive, then entertained, then downright giddy when Morgaine kicked the man. As the offending man crashed down on the cobblestones, she let out a laugh as she turned towards her rescuers. “I shuppose I could ushe shome food; I won't shay no if yer offering.” she replied to Morgaine. “Anyway, thanksh sho much, both of you, that wash great. Shaved me the trouble. Should pro'ly get away from him 'fore he getsh up, though.” Looking down at Morgaine and seeing her struggle to rise. “Oh. Lemme help,” she offered before putting out an unsteady and quivering hand for Morgaine to grab. But before she could have a chance, Elin lost her balance, and ultimately ended up falling into both of them. In spite of this, Elin let out a small laugh. “Shorry...” she said, leaning against them as she sat, shaking slightly. “I think I'm a little drunk right now. Didn't mean to; shtupid sheller lied to me and sold me somethin' and shaid it wash juishe, but it'sh not. And now I'm drunk and late for the Counshil meeting and I wash shupposed to give a report but inshtead I'm losht and trying to find that idiot but I can't find him, can't even get out of here. You guysh are the firsht familiar facesh I've seen shince... Shince all thish nonshenshe shtarted.” Elin began to try to get up, but the going was slow and difficult, shaky and unsteady. “You haven't sheen that juishe guy, have you? I'm gonna give him what for, 'long as I can't leave.” Elin is delighted at the rescue, and thanks Leif and Morgaine. She's very happy to see them, but suggests getting away from the creep before he gets up. She tries to help Morgaine up, but ends up falling instead, shakily leaning against both of them as she goes through a drunken ramblerant before asking them if they've seen the juice guy. |
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Post by Tiger on Oct 12, 2014 10:09:02 GMT -5
Morgaine let go of Leif’s arm to scold the drunkard for not taking Leif’s threat seriously. ”And if you don't lishten to him, he can shummon a dragon to eat your face."Leif could do no such thing, not on his own - but that wasn’t common knowledge, and Leif wasn’t rushing to correct Morgaine. In fact, he shrugged slightly and nodded in agreement. ....It would have been more effective if the man had paid a lick of attention to this news of potential dragon-summoning. Even by the standards of drunks he was incredibly dense - Morgaine brought up a pretty clear threat from Clare Ryer’s butchering tools, and the guy looked as if someone had asked him to translate written Courdonian. And then Morgaine kicked him in the shin. Not especially decorous, but effective. The man howled in pain and fell, Elin laughed, and Leif caught Morgaine as she staggered backwards into him. He’d barely gotten a grip on the locksmith, however, when she tried to stand up again as she announced "And that ish how you do it.”“Yes, well done,” Leif said, trying to help Morgaine back to her feet. “Miss Ryer’s right, though, let’s get out of here before this fool gets up or before our pies get cold.” Elin offered her hand to help; Leif opened his mouth to tell her that it was all right ,he had it, but Elin had already fallen into them. Leif managed to keep his footing, but only barely and only then by crouching slightly. Elin leaned up against them; Leif felt increasingly like the middle part of a pie, smushed between crust on both sides. Elin explained what had happened to her, confirming what the candy-maker had already told them. “Sorry, we haven't found the juice merchant, either. We’ve been trying - he sold Mrs. Braham some of that juice, too. It has magic on it to hide the flavor...maybe to make the alcohol stronger, too - so he’s probably using magic to hide the stand. ...I really wouldn't complain if you punched him.” Remembering the pies - and wanting to get out of this pile-up before they were assaulted by the crowd again, Leif helped Morgaine and Elin upright as best he could. If he’d thought dealing with one drunk woman was difficult, dealing with two was a hundred times harder. It didn’t help that the two of them played off one another. Eventually, though, Leif got them back to the shelter of the tree. The cat was pawing experimentally at the shield around the pies, but darted off when the three approached. It peered out at them from behind the tree, ears flat but nose twitching. “Here,” Leif said, after he’d helped the two women sit, dispelling the shield from the pies and passing one to Morgaine and one to Elin. Rummaging through his satchel, Leif found the small folded paper that held a handful of toothpicks, and a quick tap of his wand and a brief incantation turned them into forks. Toothpicks were remarkably useful for transfiguring into all sorts of things. “Miss Ryer, I don’t suppose you have any idea where the stand is? What was nearby?” Leif knew he wasn’t likely to get an answer, but better to ask and know for sure than the alternative. Leif is having so much fun now that he has not one but two drunk ladies to look after! =D |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 12, 2014 15:14:57 GMT -5
“Sorry, we haven't found the juice merchant, either. We’ve been trying - he sold Mrs. Braham some of that juice, too. It has magic on it to hide the flavor...maybe to make the alcohol stronger, too - so he’s probably using magic to hide the stand. ...I really wouldn't complain if you punched him.”Elin slowly looked up at him as she tried her best to stand. “Good, caushe I wash gonna punch him whether you complained or not.” As she tried to get to her feet, she stumbled and fell into them again. “Man'sh already dup-- duplish-- man'sh crooked without all that making it worshe...” Elin felt Leif's hands trying to help her up, and she tried to steady herself again. “It'sh okay, really, I can walk, been walking all thish time, I'm good at it, I--” she stumbled into Leif. “That didn't count.” Leif escorted them through the crowd, with Elin doing her best to keep steady on her feet with limited success. But eventually, they made it out of the crowd, and Elin fell to the ground under the shade of the tree with a sigh of relief. “Thank 'Woo, I don't remember the lasht time I really sat down and out of the crowd...” she mumbled. “Here,” Leif said, handing her a pie, and Elin watched intrigued as Leif transmuted a toothpick into a fork. After she got the fork, the leaned back into the tree. “Thanksh sho musch,” she said again, unsteadily digging her fork into the pie. “You're really good, you know? I owe ya one.” “Miss Ryer, Leif spoke up as Elin began to eat. “I don’t suppose you have any idea where the stand is? What was nearby?”Elin shut her eyes as she leaned against the tree. “I've tried thinking 'bout it, but I don't remember. It's sho... fuzzshy and dishtant, an' I don't think I wash paying musch attention...” She paused. “Nearby... I dunno. But I remember after I got it, I wash hurrying to that big-time acrobat show. I didn't want to missh it. I drank it there.” She sighed. “Big mishtake. But they had really cool tricksh. ...I shtill remember thoshe, at leasht. Wanna shee?” Elin is an unsteady drunk, and thankful for Leif's help and food. She ramblerants a bit more, but answers Leif's question, saying she doesn't remember where the stand is, but that she remembers going to an acrobatics show right afterwards, where she got drunk in the first place. She offers to show off the tricks she saw at the show, which is clearly the smartest idea!
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Post by Shinko on Oct 12, 2014 19:53:10 GMT -5
Morgaine giggled when Elin fell into them, but she didn't have time to make any sort of reply before Leif tried to reassume control over the situation. By this point her eyesight had returned to normal, which was to say half-blind and muddled by alcohol, but it was still a fine sight better than completely blind. She let Leif lead them back to the pies, and frowned when he handed his over to Elin.
"I wash gonna share mine with 'er, I'm shmall," Morgaine informed him, but shrugged. "If yer gonna be all chivalroush like that, only fair I do the shame, eh? Here!"
She fumbled with the clasp of her toolbelt, her unsteady fingers not quite managing the latch on her first two attempts. But she was able to get it open and pull out a pair of unusual scrolls. "Go on, get'cherself shomething. My treat! Y'been keepin' me from fallin' on m'fashce all night, leasht I can do!"
Not giving him a chance to object, she closed her toolkit and turned to Elin. "Y'know Elin, maybe y'should get the hang o' walkin' drunk before you try to do tricksh drunk. It's a learned art, y'know? You can't jusht, jusht get drunk onshce and expect to be a mashter."
Morgaine at a few mouthfuls of her pie and winked. Once she'd swallowed she added, "Often ash your aunt goesh and getsh hershelf shauced, I'd think she'da taught you that! I bet, I bet if you tried to shtand up right now you'd fall right over! It takesh shkill."
As if to demonstrate this "skill" Morgaine set her pie down and pushed herself, trying to rise wobblingly to her feet. The cat darted forward, sniffing her abandoned food experimentally, and she cried out in protest, losing her balance in the process and falling back to her knees. "Ahaha, ha, that didn't count guysh, the cat dishtracted me."
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 12, 2014 20:10:43 GMT -5
Elin looked over as Morgaine offered her scrolls to Leif. "Ah, wash it yoursh? Go on, go ahead. I'll be 'round here; I don't wanna go too far now that I've found you guysh."
She turned over to Morgaine and watched her try to stand before the cat got in the way. Elin let out a laugh. "How 'bout I go firsht sho I can prove you wrong? I'm not my Auntie, I've got thoshe shkills. I can be a mashter at it and I will, firsht time too! I'll show you."
With that, Elin put her pie to the side and took in a deep intake of breath, trying to focus before trying to get to her feet. Though she wavered uncertainly at the start, the first step she took was unexpectedly firm. With that, she began to rise.
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Post by Tiger on Oct 12, 2014 21:29:49 GMT -5
“No,” Leif said when Elin offered to show them tricks. “It’s probably not safe to try acrobatics when you can barely stand, Miss Ryer.” Hmm. There must have been an acrobatics show in the general vicinity of the juice stand, if Elin was rushing to get to the show but could afford to stop for the juice. ...That might be less helpful now that it was nighttime; the performance would probably be closed. Still - better than nothing.
Morgaine informed Leif that she’d been planning to share her pie; Leif started to protest that both Elin and Morgaine needed food more than he did right now, but Morgaine managed to pull two unusual scrolls from her toolbelt and pushed them toward Leif. "Go on, get'cherself shomething. My treat! Y'been keepin' me from fallin' on m'fashce all night, leasht I can do!"
Leif started to argue, but Morgaine had already turned away and started talking to Elin. Leif’s stomach reminded him very petulantly that he was hungry...he probably needed to eat, really, it was looking like it was going to be a really long night. And Elin promised she would be staying here.
“Thank you, Mrs. Braham. I’ll be right back,” Leif said warily. He kept a close eye on Elin and Morgaine as he waited for the food, transfiguring another toothpick into a fork while he waited. He’d just gotten the pie when Morgaine tried to stand and fell - though she was laughing so hopefully it hadn’t hurt too badly. Then Elin got to her feet. Despite how staggering she’d been before, despite the fact that she’d fallen when she bent down to help Morgaine, her first step firm and even.
It took Leif a moment to figure out what was happening, but alarm jolted through him when he realized it. “Elin!” Leif snapped. “Are you using your magic? That’s a really bad idea, don’t you think?” Morgaine hadn’t known the half of it when she’d said Xavier would have a heart attack once he found out what was going on.
Reaching the two women, Leif put a hand on Elin’s shoulder to ease her back to a sitting position. “I know you didn’t mean to get drunk, but you really need to be careful - have you been using them all night?”
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Post by Shinko on Oct 12, 2014 21:48:56 GMT -5
Morgaine watched sitting back down and taking another mouthful of pie, as Elin started to stand up. When Elin didn't seem to be wobbling at all, the locksmith's eyes widened. "Huh! Y'sure you're really related to Clare? When she, when she getsh washted, she jusht fallsh all over the placesh. She pretendsh she doeshn't, but she doesh. It's frikkin' hilarioush, that's what it is, you should watch shometime." However, Leif returned from the pie stand at that point, and suddenly started lecturing Elin. Morgaine gave him a skeptical look, her good eye flicking back and forth between Elin and Leif. "Powersh? What powersh you talkin' about? Unlessh, unlessh," she giggled, "Unlessh the Ryer family really doesh get superpowersh from booze. That'd explain why Clare likes hittin' the bottle so much." I love writing this dialog you guys. |
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