11-25-2017, 12:49 AM
Despite the dreadful heat of the castle walls, Morene was surprised by how homely the place was for a woman of her size. It was impressive considering the room was meant for tiny turtle people, and that showed, as proven by Morene's discomfort with the bed that was five sizes too small for her.
The knightly huntress had wanted to rest, seeing as she had already taken off her power armor, but Morene figured she didn't need the rest anyways with all of her augmentations now visible on her half-bare body. Getting up from laying down, Morene did not hesitate to leave the room, just as Ebony and Summer presumably have.
The woman already knew that the two of them ran off somewhere, so she figured now would be the best time to do the same thing; first thing on Morene's mental checklist being getting cleaned. Certainly, the woman's skin that was full of visible plugs and doll-like slits didn't permeate much sweat at all, but the woman still felt grimey from fighting creatures of the night near active volcanoes. After all, she needed to be somewhat presentable of she wanted to meet the king. Bowser, his name was? Forsooth, Morene affirmed, knowing she had heard Koopalings in the midst of battle cry his name.
Now roaming the hallways, Morene began to search for the garrison's bath-house by locating its cistern nearby first and foremost. In the meantime, as the few kappa creatures walked past in a bit of awe, she noted it was rather quiet for a garrison of this scale. The huntress figured it wasn't the best idea to deploy so many of the garrison's troopers only to leave so few to defend, but at that point Morene realized Bowser himself probably could have defended the walls from a seige. All of it gave Morene more reason to tidy herself up in his presence.
Meanwhile, as Morene walked herself down a sudden spiralling staircase, she eventually found a... rather tiny variant of a bath-house in which its door had to be crouched under to enter. The woman had to wonder if even the Koopas themselves could crawl into such tiny spaces.
Still, it was kept clean, and nobody was there but her, which was relieving based upon the hugely awkward scene that would have played out if somebody was there, Koopa or not.
Looking over, Morene glanced upon a large, faded mirror set on the hot stone walls, and stopped in slight shock. Squinting, she sighed as one of her theories as to why her back stung a few hours beforehand turned out to be true; a strange, black brand sprawled itself beneath the woman's neck. It was sleek in design, yet disgusting at the same time. The way it melded into her thick skin didn't look much appealing at all. It was worrying at first, but eventually she chuckled at the thought of Ebony probably finding it cool. Morene thought of showing the child the marking later, however unprofessional that may have been.
Groaning, Morene looked down to the steaming water below her feet, annoyed at the implications that tattoo spawned from black magicks had. No doubt it would lead to this Nebula creature talking as if it "owned" her or something of the sort upon them meeting in combat, and the thought itself was a comical one she'd sure to get some sort of amusement out of, but...
That wouldn't stop her from relaxing now. Slowly, the huntress dipped herself into the water.
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It didn't take long for Morene to dress herself back up again.
Of course, by "dressing up," she meant slapping on her metal-alloy plate armor to impress a king. This definitely wasn't the first time she's done this; perhaps it was natural she wasn't at all worried about her relations with this kingdom in particular. After all, she and her comrades did randomly participate in defending the garrison from a siege.
Sighing, Morene then realized upon leaving her room that she had no idea where this Bowser individual might have been at the moment. Either way, she wasted no time instead moving upwards the garrison stairways instead of down them.
As she looked, once more the occassional Koopaling walked past, this time struggling to get past the tight corridors in which Morene took up most of the space. It was almost cute to her how tiny these soldiers were, yet impressively formiddible on the front lines.
Typically, the closer Morene got to the top, the more Koopas were stationed rather than moving. It was obvious enough that they were defendibg either the position of Wendy, or her father.
Approaching the doors to enter the roof, it became clear to Morene that the sudden presence of armor and polearms among the kappas meant that king Bowser was close.
As expected, the woman was stopped by spearheads looming close to her face in a sudden motion. The speed in which they stopped her was impressive enough, but she wasn't here looking for a fight. Raising her arms in defense, Morene spoke.
"I am here to discuss relations with king Bowser."
One of the Koopas nodded, but they kept their spears trained on the woman instead, having to point a large degree upwards to aim at her neck just in case. Rolling her eyes, Morene understood why this was necessary. Slowly, they backed into the door behind them, opening it with an ear-scratching creak. The huntress took no time at all to continue walking, being very careful not to make any sudden movements. As it turns out, she was right; the giant turtle of a man was indeed looming over the ruins of the previous battle he had commanded.
Morene didn't get a good look at him until just now, but he was significantly larger than the rest of his soldiers, strangely so. Not to mention the threatening spikes surrounding almost every portion of his shell. The woman couldn't help but smile at how he had to pull that look off in order to look intimidating, but... That's not why she was here.
"Your highness?"
The knightly huntress had wanted to rest, seeing as she had already taken off her power armor, but Morene figured she didn't need the rest anyways with all of her augmentations now visible on her half-bare body. Getting up from laying down, Morene did not hesitate to leave the room, just as Ebony and Summer presumably have.
The woman already knew that the two of them ran off somewhere, so she figured now would be the best time to do the same thing; first thing on Morene's mental checklist being getting cleaned. Certainly, the woman's skin that was full of visible plugs and doll-like slits didn't permeate much sweat at all, but the woman still felt grimey from fighting creatures of the night near active volcanoes. After all, she needed to be somewhat presentable of she wanted to meet the king. Bowser, his name was? Forsooth, Morene affirmed, knowing she had heard Koopalings in the midst of battle cry his name.
Now roaming the hallways, Morene began to search for the garrison's bath-house by locating its cistern nearby first and foremost. In the meantime, as the few kappa creatures walked past in a bit of awe, she noted it was rather quiet for a garrison of this scale. The huntress figured it wasn't the best idea to deploy so many of the garrison's troopers only to leave so few to defend, but at that point Morene realized Bowser himself probably could have defended the walls from a seige. All of it gave Morene more reason to tidy herself up in his presence.
Meanwhile, as Morene walked herself down a sudden spiralling staircase, she eventually found a... rather tiny variant of a bath-house in which its door had to be crouched under to enter. The woman had to wonder if even the Koopas themselves could crawl into such tiny spaces.
Still, it was kept clean, and nobody was there but her, which was relieving based upon the hugely awkward scene that would have played out if somebody was there, Koopa or not.
Looking over, Morene glanced upon a large, faded mirror set on the hot stone walls, and stopped in slight shock. Squinting, she sighed as one of her theories as to why her back stung a few hours beforehand turned out to be true; a strange, black brand sprawled itself beneath the woman's neck. It was sleek in design, yet disgusting at the same time. The way it melded into her thick skin didn't look much appealing at all. It was worrying at first, but eventually she chuckled at the thought of Ebony probably finding it cool. Morene thought of showing the child the marking later, however unprofessional that may have been.
Groaning, Morene looked down to the steaming water below her feet, annoyed at the implications that tattoo spawned from black magicks had. No doubt it would lead to this Nebula creature talking as if it "owned" her or something of the sort upon them meeting in combat, and the thought itself was a comical one she'd sure to get some sort of amusement out of, but...
That wouldn't stop her from relaxing now. Slowly, the huntress dipped herself into the water.
____
It didn't take long for Morene to dress herself back up again.
Of course, by "dressing up," she meant slapping on her metal-alloy plate armor to impress a king. This definitely wasn't the first time she's done this; perhaps it was natural she wasn't at all worried about her relations with this kingdom in particular. After all, she and her comrades did randomly participate in defending the garrison from a siege.
Sighing, Morene then realized upon leaving her room that she had no idea where this Bowser individual might have been at the moment. Either way, she wasted no time instead moving upwards the garrison stairways instead of down them.
As she looked, once more the occassional Koopaling walked past, this time struggling to get past the tight corridors in which Morene took up most of the space. It was almost cute to her how tiny these soldiers were, yet impressively formiddible on the front lines.
Typically, the closer Morene got to the top, the more Koopas were stationed rather than moving. It was obvious enough that they were defendibg either the position of Wendy, or her father.
Approaching the doors to enter the roof, it became clear to Morene that the sudden presence of armor and polearms among the kappas meant that king Bowser was close.
As expected, the woman was stopped by spearheads looming close to her face in a sudden motion. The speed in which they stopped her was impressive enough, but she wasn't here looking for a fight. Raising her arms in defense, Morene spoke.
"I am here to discuss relations with king Bowser."
One of the Koopas nodded, but they kept their spears trained on the woman instead, having to point a large degree upwards to aim at her neck just in case. Rolling her eyes, Morene understood why this was necessary. Slowly, they backed into the door behind them, opening it with an ear-scratching creak. The huntress took no time at all to continue walking, being very careful not to make any sudden movements. As it turns out, she was right; the giant turtle of a man was indeed looming over the ruins of the previous battle he had commanded.
Morene didn't get a good look at him until just now, but he was significantly larger than the rest of his soldiers, strangely so. Not to mention the threatening spikes surrounding almost every portion of his shell. The woman couldn't help but smile at how he had to pull that look off in order to look intimidating, but... That's not why she was here.
"Your highness?"