This Thing Don't Look So Tough

[Clownpiece]

Clownpiece simply watched stoically as Dane made off with her pet, arms crossed over her chest and an attempt at a serious look on her face. She watched their retreating forms, waiting until they were far enough away, watching.... As soon as the two were out of earshot, the little fairy giggled cutely, hands on top of her head, adjusting her hat that the swordsman had messed up. With a grin on her face, she spun to face the two she was stuck with; Renko and Myst. She stared up at the two, standing tall and acting as though she were in charge despite her short stature. Those who were good at reading expressions could see the child’s grin suddenly turn smug as she cast a quick glance directly at Myst, before she turned to address both of them equally, her smirk returning to normal.

“Alright! You heard the man.” Her tone was confident and authoritative. She had no doubt she was the leader of their little party. “We’re gonna ask around and find some things to kill! Any questions?” Clownpiece eyed both of them closely as she asked that. At the mention of killing things, a look crossed both of the brown-haired girls’ faces. Renko seemed to almost regret tagging along, while Myst’s expression was much more bewildered. The college student opened her mouth, as though to protest. But before she got so much as a word out, Clownpiece hopped up into the air and began to float way with a cheerful “Good! Follow me!” In the opposite direction Dane had gone in, of course. She didn’t want to get in his way....

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“You heard me! What is there to kill around here?”

Clownpiece took the very direct route, harassing everyone in sight. Her current victim was a man easily twice her height, his back nervously pressed against the wall of the alley she had dragged him into. She was right up in his personal space, her face inches from him, her arms and legs planted against the wall behind him, sort of pinning him against it, but if he had fought back, it wouldn’t have been that hard to push her out of the way. Behind her, Myst and Renko looked around nervously.

“I-I don’t know what you mean....” The man answered her nervously, repeating his line from last time.

“We’re looking for something strong! Something to test our mettle!” Her tone was aggressive, straightforward, but not loud enough to draw attention.

“I-I’m sorry!” His voice was very obviously panicked, nervous, He hadn’t the slightest clue what to make of this attack, and as soon as the dissatisfied frown appeared on the hell fairy’s face, he slipped out beneath her legs and fled like a bat out of hell. Her dissatisfied frown turned positively unhappy, and she slowly turned to face her two underlings.

“So, four dead ends...” she said slowly, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned around. “What can we do better?” The fairy really didn’t want to go back to Dane without a single lead. So she finally enlisted the help of the two people accompanying her.