an open post;

[desirestruth]

[Otherwise known as Absolute Nonsense.

A. Casa De Schwarzwald: For reasons known only to the whims of fate and bending spacetime, you're now on the very cold wood floor of a manor deep with in a forest so thick no light penetrates into it. Instead, the area's lit by candlelit or magical lamps, or bioluminescent plants. It's spooky as all hell.

What might be of more concern is the very unamused pale lady staring down the stairs in the foyer at you. Uh-oh.

B. The Ineffable Wisdom of Jackals: So, there's a mob after you, with torches and pitchforks. God only knows what happened, but you probably didn't deserve this. Luckily, some weirdly colored jackal yiped at you and lead you into a safe spot, so you've got time to get a breather while it gekkers at you loudly!

C. Make up your own prompt, live freely.]

Comments

[desirestruth]

...But they're chasing you with the pitchforks?

[Sighing, deeply.]

Is he still there?

[fujimaru]

Probably? I kind of lost sight of him with the whole, you know, angry pitchfork mob... I thought that sort of thing only really happened in stories.

[desirestruth]

Well, then. Let's go.

[Wa--Naeva you haven't explained or introduced yourself or asked for more information? Naeva?!]

[fujimaru]

Go?

Go where??

[ LISTEN... Ritsuka doesn't always make the smartest choices, but even she understands a little bit about how weird this whole setup is. But really, the thing that bothers her the most is-- ]

Could you at least tell me your name?

[desirestruth]

We have to stop him, don't we?

[ she pauses. The name...that's a fair point, but she's not used to people not knowing. ]

...of course. My name is Naeva dos Martos de Margelidon.

[fujimaru]

[ That's... such a long name... she blinks a few times, then shakes her head, like she's shaking off the moment. ]

Okay. Lead the way, Naeva-chan.

[desirestruth]

Naeva...chan?

[She feels like she should really object more to that. But she'll just...pick Ritsuka up? Sling her over a shoulder. Um--]

Try not to scream, alright?

[fujimaru]

Hgghk?!

[ It's not a scream! It's more like a cross between a yelp and a croak, but Ritsuka is content to dangle once she's lifted. This is a lot more familiar, in some ways. There have been multiple missions where it becomes "lift Master like a sack of potatoes and abscond from the battlefield with her like that" time. this is fine. ]

[desirestruth]

[Unfortunately, Naeva's headed towards the danger. She's not good at this.

The good news is, she's fucking terrifying so the mob around the village head doesn't know what the fuck to do.]

...Which one is he? The stench of death is too strong for me to tell.

[fujimaru]

[ WELL... it's probably fine if she can transform herself between a human and a jackal. Ritsuka is probably less concerned about this than she probably should be.

(No one has made a lemmings joke to Ritsuka yet. It's probably only a matter of time.) ]

Uhhh, he's the big one. The one with the bad combover.

[ Is he mad because she revealed him to be a ghost or is he mad because she doesn't appreciate his attempts at fashion? ]

[desirestruth]

Well, it's certainly something attempting to be a combover, anyway.

[She very gently sets Ritsuka down.

And punches that ghost man, which is surprisingly effective given he just rocketed back like 30 feet.

UH. GUESS SHE'S A ZERKER.]

[fujimaru]

[ GUESS SHE IS!!

Well, hey, at least Beserkers can be more of the cannon part of glass cannon if they're utilized correctly, and Ritsuka is smart enough to not get in the way.

What she does do, though, is clap politely, because that really seems like the thing to do right now. Whoa. ]