02-17-2018, 08:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-17-2018, 08:42 PM by Morene Fellon.
Edit Reason: summer and sonny can't into telepathic communication whoops
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"Yes, suffice it to say, the basement of the library is decimated, your majesty, and I'd be obliged to clean up the mess if you so desire--"
"Agh," the Koopa soon interrupted, sitting himself down upon a simple wooden chair, the creaking of the splintering material echoing through what seemed to be a mess hall. Morene stood in front of him, gulping as the spiked kappa placed a hand upon his face in what looked to be annoyance and disappointment, that much was easy to see.
"No," he continued, "I'll have my men clean up the mess. I'm also going to have to take back what I said about you all preventing me from getting a headache; can feel a mean bug in my head over you twerps! Ugh..." Bowser groaned again, a moment of silence ensuing as Morene stood in place. "And hey, what did I say about calling me that? I'm telling you, it's weird."
The huntress nodded. She could admit, addressing a giant turtle man in such a manner was a bit... strange, even if it made her feel proper, fancy if you will. Besides, that was technically an order, and Morene dreaded the thought of how it looked to get on the man's bad side by disobeying one, as painful or... strangely humiliating the punishment may be.
"Truly?" Morene requested, her eyebrow raising itself for emphasis still. "Nothing for us?"
Sighing, Bowser almost knew that was coming as he leaned back in his seat, the wooden furniture almost breaking beneath his massive weight. "Well..." The king seemed lost in thought for a moment, possibly going over something important, if Morene had to guess. "I suppose this isn't your faults, but I'd still like... some reason as to why a gosh darn... Necronomicon was in my daughter's garrison!"
Again, Morene was pleasantly surprised. No tedious tasks, no long side-quests to fulfill and finally, no need for anybody to begin scolding a middle aged woman for some otherworldly issues that would have inconvenienced anybody that had been in the woman's massive Cerantium sabatons as she was used to. Still, the response felt... off, considering the type of man Bowser is, at least from first impressions, which is all Morene had to go off of at the moment. Rather, second impressions, which weren't much better.
"I thank you then, Bowser sir, for my brother and sister in arms need much rest. One of them had their arm off in the midst of battle, and the other one might have been cursed in some way, so I am again grateful for your kindness and your men's work ethic."
"They don't have a work ethic, I force it from them, but anyways! I'll have something for you all to do... sometime; I can't think right now honestly," the kappa seemed to doze off, his migraine seeming to worsen as the seconds pass by, which is not something Morene wanted to bother with at the moment over the pure awkwardness of the situation that might transpire afterwards. Suddenly however, his eyes widened.
"Cursed?!" Bowser demanded, making Morene step back a bit. The tone in his voice wasn't hostile, simply shocked, and she couldn't blame the man.
"Forsooth," Morene replied quickly, "tends to happen when reading such tomes and worse yet, warding the forces of the undead directly after."
"Get going then! I can't imagine what gotten into Wendy's head putting such a thing in there, or which ever absolute dunce did! Baah!" The towering kappa ranted briefly, to which Morene nodded and bowed, which was a strange sight considering the bulk of the woman's armor and how hard she tried to make herself seem small in that moment. Bowser didn't care to notice, getting up from the chair he was in and immediately waltzing towards wherever Wendy was at the moment, and...
"W-was he mad?" Ebony piped up, still listening to Morene's story that transpired a mere five minutes ago. The poor girl seemed worried, and Morene hated to see it, even if it was simply slight anxiety getting to her.
"No, not at us at least," the knight-errant of Creedmoor replied, holding a hand to her power-armored chest and a smile on her face as she continued, "which is good for us, for now at least."
"Really, eh?" Summer groaned, trying to force a smile at the realization that neither of them needed to be kicked out of the fortification for manners they shouldn't have gotten in trouble for; thankfully enough, that thought was true to life just this once. Summer himself shook his head at the notion; "it's always the little things in life."
"...That was awfully cheesy!~" The man's other side, Sonny, chimed in, making Summer, or rather himself, audibly groan as they switched mental places suddenly. The groan turned into that of a pained grunt, and Ebony immediately went over to him in a bit of fear, placing the tray of burnt and objectively badly made breakfast on the side of his bed, where it hopefully wouldn't fall.
"Uhm, uhm..." Ebony panicked, however attempting to hide it with all of her willpower. Not really, but anybody could tell she was struggling to think properly as she shook her hands over the tray, looking at any one of the food items that might have satisfied his need for energy. A relieved exhale escaped the storm spirit's lips as she went over to the sausage she had cooked. Too much so, but at least in that case, it was supposed to look a bit smoked.
Shakily, Ebony kept handfeeding the man, which is something that distracted Morene enough from her mental conversation she was having with herself in regards to the Primes' relations with the Koopa Kingdom. This was an honestly adorable sight to the woman, and she'd be hard pressed to find somebody who didn't agree.
"Oho, dear..." Morene shook her head, holding back the temptation to embrace the two of them in their arms, for they seemed to be taking care of each other just fine. It was nice, and it gave the knightly huntress a reasonable feeling of safety, despite all that had happened recently with the three of them in general. Looking down at the still glowing Liberator Aid on her wrist, the woman had known to cherish it for now.
Still, Morene exhaled unbeknownst to either of the two children in front of her out of concern. The woman winced at the direct implication she had made to Bowser only moments ago that indeed, Ebony was somehow cursed by the book in some way. Despite the seeming lack of physical wounds, Morene could tell something was wrong with Ebony. Rather, wrong in Ebony; something disconcernable from a parasite that hopefully would not grow later on.
Now was not the time, however. For now, she mused, my duty is to keep a watchful eye. So she did, letting herself lean to the side within her seat in comfort as the scythe-wielding mage's face lit up upon realizing Summer was halfway done with his plate! Of course, she didn't see the obvious pained tears at the corner of his bruised eyes as the barely adult girl threw even more charcoaled breakfast items down his rather unfortunate gullet.
'Tis cute.
"Yes, suffice it to say, the basement of the library is decimated, your majesty, and I'd be obliged to clean up the mess if you so desire--"
"Agh," the Koopa soon interrupted, sitting himself down upon a simple wooden chair, the creaking of the splintering material echoing through what seemed to be a mess hall. Morene stood in front of him, gulping as the spiked kappa placed a hand upon his face in what looked to be annoyance and disappointment, that much was easy to see.
"No," he continued, "I'll have my men clean up the mess. I'm also going to have to take back what I said about you all preventing me from getting a headache; can feel a mean bug in my head over you twerps! Ugh..." Bowser groaned again, a moment of silence ensuing as Morene stood in place. "And hey, what did I say about calling me that? I'm telling you, it's weird."
The huntress nodded. She could admit, addressing a giant turtle man in such a manner was a bit... strange, even if it made her feel proper, fancy if you will. Besides, that was technically an order, and Morene dreaded the thought of how it looked to get on the man's bad side by disobeying one, as painful or... strangely humiliating the punishment may be.
"Truly?" Morene requested, her eyebrow raising itself for emphasis still. "Nothing for us?"
Sighing, Bowser almost knew that was coming as he leaned back in his seat, the wooden furniture almost breaking beneath his massive weight. "Well..." The king seemed lost in thought for a moment, possibly going over something important, if Morene had to guess. "I suppose this isn't your faults, but I'd still like... some reason as to why a gosh darn... Necronomicon was in my daughter's garrison!"
Again, Morene was pleasantly surprised. No tedious tasks, no long side-quests to fulfill and finally, no need for anybody to begin scolding a middle aged woman for some otherworldly issues that would have inconvenienced anybody that had been in the woman's massive Cerantium sabatons as she was used to. Still, the response felt... off, considering the type of man Bowser is, at least from first impressions, which is all Morene had to go off of at the moment. Rather, second impressions, which weren't much better.
"I thank you then, Bowser sir, for my brother and sister in arms need much rest. One of them had their arm off in the midst of battle, and the other one might have been cursed in some way, so I am again grateful for your kindness and your men's work ethic."
"They don't have a work ethic, I force it from them, but anyways! I'll have something for you all to do... sometime; I can't think right now honestly," the kappa seemed to doze off, his migraine seeming to worsen as the seconds pass by, which is not something Morene wanted to bother with at the moment over the pure awkwardness of the situation that might transpire afterwards. Suddenly however, his eyes widened.
"Cursed?!" Bowser demanded, making Morene step back a bit. The tone in his voice wasn't hostile, simply shocked, and she couldn't blame the man.
"Forsooth," Morene replied quickly, "tends to happen when reading such tomes and worse yet, warding the forces of the undead directly after."
"Get going then! I can't imagine what gotten into Wendy's head putting such a thing in there, or which ever absolute dunce did! Baah!" The towering kappa ranted briefly, to which Morene nodded and bowed, which was a strange sight considering the bulk of the woman's armor and how hard she tried to make herself seem small in that moment. Bowser didn't care to notice, getting up from the chair he was in and immediately waltzing towards wherever Wendy was at the moment, and...
"W-was he mad?" Ebony piped up, still listening to Morene's story that transpired a mere five minutes ago. The poor girl seemed worried, and Morene hated to see it, even if it was simply slight anxiety getting to her.
"No, not at us at least," the knight-errant of Creedmoor replied, holding a hand to her power-armored chest and a smile on her face as she continued, "which is good for us, for now at least."
"Really, eh?" Summer groaned, trying to force a smile at the realization that neither of them needed to be kicked out of the fortification for manners they shouldn't have gotten in trouble for; thankfully enough, that thought was true to life just this once. Summer himself shook his head at the notion; "it's always the little things in life."
"...That was awfully cheesy!~" The man's other side, Sonny, chimed in, making Summer, or rather himself, audibly groan as they switched mental places suddenly. The groan turned into that of a pained grunt, and Ebony immediately went over to him in a bit of fear, placing the tray of burnt and objectively badly made breakfast on the side of his bed, where it hopefully wouldn't fall.
"Uhm, uhm..." Ebony panicked, however attempting to hide it with all of her willpower. Not really, but anybody could tell she was struggling to think properly as she shook her hands over the tray, looking at any one of the food items that might have satisfied his need for energy. A relieved exhale escaped the storm spirit's lips as she went over to the sausage she had cooked. Too much so, but at least in that case, it was supposed to look a bit smoked.
Shakily, Ebony kept handfeeding the man, which is something that distracted Morene enough from her mental conversation she was having with herself in regards to the Primes' relations with the Koopa Kingdom. This was an honestly adorable sight to the woman, and she'd be hard pressed to find somebody who didn't agree.
"Oho, dear..." Morene shook her head, holding back the temptation to embrace the two of them in their arms, for they seemed to be taking care of each other just fine. It was nice, and it gave the knightly huntress a reasonable feeling of safety, despite all that had happened recently with the three of them in general. Looking down at the still glowing Liberator Aid on her wrist, the woman had known to cherish it for now.
Still, Morene exhaled unbeknownst to either of the two children in front of her out of concern. The woman winced at the direct implication she had made to Bowser only moments ago that indeed, Ebony was somehow cursed by the book in some way. Despite the seeming lack of physical wounds, Morene could tell something was wrong with Ebony. Rather, wrong in Ebony; something disconcernable from a parasite that hopefully would not grow later on.
Now was not the time, however. For now, she mused, my duty is to keep a watchful eye. So she did, letting herself lean to the side within her seat in comfort as the scythe-wielding mage's face lit up upon realizing Summer was halfway done with his plate! Of course, she didn't see the obvious pained tears at the corner of his bruised eyes as the barely adult girl threw even more charcoaled breakfast items down his rather unfortunate gullet.
'Tis cute.