08-25-2016, 11:24 AM
A brownie… Sounds hella whimsical. Gamzee had no real idea what it meant to be dealing with a brownie, nor did he really care. He was perpetually and pleasantly mystified by the nature of this pink cat like- it was a PINK FUCKING CAT!
What was there not to be mystified by?
“Oh, Great Pink Brownie-ness,” the fool began, raising his arms high in the air as if he was speaking to a god, “We humbly request passage and guidance through your uh, grounds of huntings.”
There was silence, for a moment. Briefly, it crossed Gamzee’s mind that this creature might have enjoyed hunting far larger game than mere mice and birds. This thought was confirmed by the predatory glimmer that set the goddess’ luscious green eyes aflame after what seemed like an hour of nothing but the sounds of the forest. Of course, that silence may as well have been the Brownie delivering a lecture on how foolish it was of the two adventurers to wander into her domain.
“Pray tell, jester, do you perhaps enjoy a good game,” Avana asked, the word ‘game’ rolling off of her tongue like honey leaking from a hive swarming with bees. Gamzee, excited that he might have made some progress in gaining the entity’s friendship, nodded vigorously with his biggest, goofiest grin on parade.
“Good. That’s nice to hear, as we three are going to be playing a game.”
Strazio whipped around, trying his best to let the clown work his miracles, but could no longer hold his piece. “Oh hell to the n-” he begins, but is abruptly shut off by Gamzee’s hand clamped over his mouth. Indignant flames of annoyance and frustration spark behind the mage’s eyes, but his apprentice remains enraptured in the promise of a game by a whimsical creature.
“This game does not have a name. It is very old, tried and true. It is a hunt, and you two will be the hunted. Survive, and you will have my full aid in the capture of the werebeast.”
The brownie throws a disdainful sneer in the direction of her former, now dilapidated hunting grounds.
“Do not act as brashly as you did when you were first traipsing through my forest. You may not like the results. There are two ways to win this game, and razing the forest is not one of them. You may survive my pursuit for fifteen minutes, or you may seek sanctuary in the forest clearing, which is in that general direction,” She purrs, with a nod to the west.
“You will be given two minutes to flee into the woods, as far from me as possible; after which, your time will start,” Avana pauses, before adding a cold, mischievous warning. “Do not disappoint me.”
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Wheezing and stomping through the forest like an idiot, Gamzee sprints towards what he hopes is the forest clearing. His initial plan was to stick close to Strazio, to ride out this storm together, but the mage insisted on splitting up. He said that playing near each other was as dangerous as it was stupid and annoying, which Gamzee supposes he understood to a degree.
So he ran.
He ran and he hoped for the best, for both of them.
What was there not to be mystified by?
“Oh, Great Pink Brownie-ness,” the fool began, raising his arms high in the air as if he was speaking to a god, “We humbly request passage and guidance through your uh, grounds of huntings.”
There was silence, for a moment. Briefly, it crossed Gamzee’s mind that this creature might have enjoyed hunting far larger game than mere mice and birds. This thought was confirmed by the predatory glimmer that set the goddess’ luscious green eyes aflame after what seemed like an hour of nothing but the sounds of the forest. Of course, that silence may as well have been the Brownie delivering a lecture on how foolish it was of the two adventurers to wander into her domain.
“Pray tell, jester, do you perhaps enjoy a good game,” Avana asked, the word ‘game’ rolling off of her tongue like honey leaking from a hive swarming with bees. Gamzee, excited that he might have made some progress in gaining the entity’s friendship, nodded vigorously with his biggest, goofiest grin on parade.
“Good. That’s nice to hear, as we three are going to be playing a game.”
Strazio whipped around, trying his best to let the clown work his miracles, but could no longer hold his piece. “Oh hell to the n-” he begins, but is abruptly shut off by Gamzee’s hand clamped over his mouth. Indignant flames of annoyance and frustration spark behind the mage’s eyes, but his apprentice remains enraptured in the promise of a game by a whimsical creature.
“This game does not have a name. It is very old, tried and true. It is a hunt, and you two will be the hunted. Survive, and you will have my full aid in the capture of the werebeast.”
The brownie throws a disdainful sneer in the direction of her former, now dilapidated hunting grounds.
“Do not act as brashly as you did when you were first traipsing through my forest. You may not like the results. There are two ways to win this game, and razing the forest is not one of them. You may survive my pursuit for fifteen minutes, or you may seek sanctuary in the forest clearing, which is in that general direction,” She purrs, with a nod to the west.
“You will be given two minutes to flee into the woods, as far from me as possible; after which, your time will start,” Avana pauses, before adding a cold, mischievous warning. “Do not disappoint me.”
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Wheezing and stomping through the forest like an idiot, Gamzee sprints towards what he hopes is the forest clearing. His initial plan was to stick close to Strazio, to ride out this storm together, but the mage insisted on splitting up. He said that playing near each other was as dangerous as it was stupid and annoying, which Gamzee supposes he understood to a degree.
So he ran.
He ran and he hoped for the best, for both of them.
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