Ain't Cutting no Ice [Gin/Alain/Mami/Jack Mitchell]

[Mami Tomoe]

Mami had hoped she would get decent rest. The shouting that woke her from sleep told her she wouldn't get what she wanted. Her eyes fluttered open and she rose into a sitting position. In a matter of moments and a flurry of motion, she felt herself rise to her feet as a number of figures, about a foot shorter than she, charged into the cave. "I have to fight and I haven't even gotten to rub the sleep out of my eyes," she smirked. She turned her head back to Lubbock and said, "I have to admit, when you're around, I'm always on my toes."

The figures - A large enough group to be reckoned with, that much was certain - With gear she immediately related to vikings or some sort of primitive European warriors had stopped before Mami. "Storming in here without so much as a shout that you're coming beforehand... You're not a very polite bunch, are you?" The Magical Girl complained. "We have space to keep you, if you'd like, but I won't have you keeping anything sharp near my friends." She turned to face Gin and Lubbock as she finished talking and continued again. "That goes just as much for you two." She turned back to the group of warriors, who looked more puzzled than anything at this point. "Say, we had someone up by the mouth of the cave. Did you charge him down? I hope you didn't."

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In about five minutes, Mami had turned the once cold and dark cave into what looked like a picnic-sleepover hybrid. Groups of dwarves sat around tables on ribbon-blankets, wrapped in blankets themselves, surrounded by pillows of matching material and appearance. Though her company wasn't courteous or polite by any means, they were certainly nice, and Mami was happy to keep friendly company. In about ten minutes, Mami had summoned a few dozen copies of the pastry she had eaten not long ago, which she distributed to each and every one of the warriors she was keeping. Though they were incredibly reluctant to do so at first, Mami had managed to convince Lubbock, Alain and Gin to sit among the dwarves while she served.

"I'll take requests, if anyone wants anything else. I have plenty of time and more than enough Omnillium for company!" Mami chimed. A few requests - Varieties of meat, drinks and a few sweets were shouted at Mami, which she gladly began to summon. After a couple of minutes, everyone had everything they could ask for, it seemed - Though from the looks of things, the leader of the group of dwarves - Or so it seemed, as he was sitting alone. He gestured for Mami to come over, and so she did. She sat with the soles of her boots to the wall, her lower legs underneath her thighs, and her hands resting on her knees. If she was a few inches shorter, she would be eye-to-eye with a dwarf. Yes, she was sitting, but it was still pretty sad. Or impressive.

"I don't believe I've properly introduced myself," she started. "I'm Mami - Mami Tomoe. I know what we're giving you here isn't much, but I hope you and your friends make yourselves at home. Ask me if you need anything." Mami smiled and stood up, but she was interrupted before she could completely rise. "Wait," the dwarf interrupted. "Sit down, would'ja?" Mami blinked a few times and then sat down again with curiosity burning in her mind. "The name's Urist. We weren't expectin' yer like to be here, so I apologize for the trouble with yer friend there." Urist gestured at Alain, who seemed to catch the gesture out of the corner of his eye. "What possessed ye to go out in blizzard season wearin' that? You ought to have frozen to death by now!"

Mami looked down at herself. That exact same comment had been made not long ago, and while she felt cold, she had yet to feel in danger because of the cold. It definitely wasn't that cold in the cave, especially with the fire still soldiering on in the center of the dwarf cafeteria, for lack of a better term. As she had been thinking, Urist had been busy laughing - A hearty laugh, fitting of a dwarf, she figured. Mami never really got into fantasy stories, ironically enough, even though she was the hero-type. "More import'ntly, there's a dragon about. You'd best be careful, Ma--" the dwarf struggled a few times with her name and his accent, which didn't seem to mesh well. "Be careful, lass."

Now this sounded like fun. "A dragon? I don't suppose you could use a few extra hands in taking something like that down?"

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