RP:Daisy's Tail Invokes the Curse of Gods

Kelay Tavern

Tysinni slips through the doorway of Kelay Tavern, easily avoiding collision with an inebriated couple toddling out. Taking a step to the side, she pauses briefly, chewing on her lower lip as she surveys the room from her vantage point. Hope shimmers in her eyes for the briefest second before disappointment chases it away. "Nothing. Blast." She shakes her head sadly, dirty copper curls swinging lankly around her small features before she starts forward. Picking her way through the tables, she makes her way to a corner and slides into a seat looking tense as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. It was a pity that she didn't recognize anything. There was a hint of familiarity about the place, but nothing stood out to her. Her thin shoulders slump in her ragged clothing before she lets her head fall forward onto the table with a muffled 'thud'.

Daisy is going to keep Ty all to herself then! Unless someone else wants to play too. If that is the case, just say so and we'll pop you in appropriately. No muss, no fuss. Oh! Postings should happen. Things like little kittens holding the tavern door open with her feathered rump while pushing on a fat couatl's head. "No, Mamoru. You're too big." Sure enough, a couatl the size of a rowboat is there trying to get in. He pushes against her, clearly stronger, and turns to his side. He will fit! He can fit! He-- POP! He sucks in his middle and manages to get inside. If couatls could grin, he would be doing so right now. She sighs, unable to be mad at him, really, and pets under his chin. "Come on. We can eat." That furry little body turns and spots Tysinni just before the thudding happens. Oh! You know her, yes? Go say hi. There is a little trot and a smile and a furry paw gently prods at the other woman's arm. "Hi."

Tysinni continues to rest her head on the table, unconcerned by the odd commotion she could hear from the Tavern door. Most likely it was none of her business anyways. Though what exactly would be her business...she didn't know anymore. A loud sigh wracks her slight form before she suddenly tenses. Someone had approached her! It set off odd warning bells in her head and her hand reflexively clenches around the hilt of the 'borrowed' rusty knife at her hip. A touch to her arm and the half-elf rears back as if burned, wary gaze locked on the female who addressed her. She remains silent for a long moment, arguing silently with herself while her inner-devil screamed to flee the stranger. Eventually though she does answer, eyes darting to either side before she mutters, "Erm...hi."

Daisy blinks those big eyes of hers twice before tilting her head with a sweet smile that rounds her cheeks. "Can we sit with you?" Polite kittens wait for an answer or even an offer, but sometimes polite kittens aren't so polite and sitting happens whether the other person wanted company or not. Mamoru's chin rests in Daisy's lap while she orders some food and drink for them. "And..." Ty is looked at with that same smile she's held this entire time, even if the other woman seemed a little on edge. "Whatever she wants."

Tysinni never really had much in the way of manners. At least none that she can remember and considering that she doesn't remember anything, some might even say she was downright rude. She doesn't even bother responding to the question, warily watching as the feline sits down and the strange creature with her gets comfortable. The silence stretches for innumerable seconds as Ty waits for Daisy to do...well, something. Anything. An action that would give her leave to flee. Still, as food is ordered, the half-elf can't help the rumblies that come from deep within her abdomen. The offer of food produces more of a response than anything, Ty's eyes turning hostile as she bristles with almost feralness. "What do you want?" Blunt her words are, but she had no reason to expect kindness from anyone. "Who are you?" This stranger acted as if she knew Ty! Could it be?

Daisy pets light fingers over Mamoru's head when a grumbling of distaste for the woman's hostility vibrates in his throat. "Sshh." Such deep and exotic questions this woman asks! What does anyone want? Who is anyone? Mymymymy. But such waters aren't what Tysinni is treading, are they now? No no. Just be polite. You only met her once. Maybe twice. She probably doesn't remember you or your ginger she threw in the trash after you walked away that day. Maybe she still has a belly ache. "To eat. Daisy." Of course Ty can't see punctuation, so there is an adequate pause indicating that both questions were answered. "And Mamoru." Her smile is directed at the couatl now.

Tysinni glares suspiciously at Daisy, sure by now that the woman was a few toadstools short of an apothecary's shop. Her inner voice snorts derisively before making snarky comments about the first person to recognize her being absolutely barking. Without relinquishing the grip on her weapon but still keeping it out of sight under the table, Ty shoots Mamoru a wary look before shaking her head. "Look lady. I don't know what you or your...whatever that is, wants, but I don't eat no flowers." A loud rumble from her middle causes her to hesitate before throwing out her order almost defiantly, as if afraid that the woman would prove her right and take back the kindness.

Daisy giggles at the strange woman. She always was strange. Both times they met before. "You don't have to eat flowers." The barmaid is happy to finally be able to take off with their order. "I am Daisy. Mamoru is a couatl." There. Introductions. It is a shame Ty never told you her name before, hm? That might be useful right about now. Not that the kitten has any idea that Ty doesn't have any ideas about who she is.

Tysinni looks mildly affronted when Daisy giggles. How dare she laugh! Ty was above such things! She....well, she didn't actually know if she was giggle-at-worthy or not. Discreetly glancing down at her tattered and none to clean self, she gives a small grimace before acknowledging that perhaps she was worth a good chuckle or two. "Good." Her tone and manner are still brusque, though she is relieved that Daisy didn't want her to eat flowers. Flowers weren't food...right? She shoots another suspicious glance mamoru's way before shrugging. "I'm sure he is." Grudgingly, because the woman had bought her some food, she opens her mouth to introduce her own self before freezing. Blast! She didn't know who she was...is...anything. Frowning again, she panics and glances around for inspiration. "I'm....er..." Her eyes flit from object to object, looking for inspiration. Seeing no inspiration, she slumps slightly before saying, "To be completely honest...I don't have a name."

Daisy hands the barmaid some coins when she brings back their food and drink. Mamoru's plate of raw steak is set over there on the floor since he is kind of messy when he eats and no one wants that on their clothes, no matter how dirty and tattered they already are. "That's alright." She picks up her glass and sniffs it before having a sip. Gah! Kitten noses wrinkle and she rumages in her bag. "I spent six months on a ship with a man who didn't have a name." She pauses. "Or maybe he didn't want to tell me. Hn." More rummaging. "We got on just fine."

Tysinni looks upon the feast that had been so generously provided for her as something akin to manna from heaven. Relaxing for the first time since Daisy approached her, Ty pulls out her knife and proceeds to use it to pull apart the roasted bird and various accoutrements with vigor. So busy inhaling her food, she barely pauses to respond to her benefactress, though with a lot less hostility now. Through mouthfuls of food, she manages to nod sagely before saying, "Could be. I just don't remember mine." Swallowing a gigantic mouthful of food, she reaches for her glass and gulps down the water with fervor.

Daisy throws a random array of things into her glass of wine. A nut and a seed. A root of some sort. A pink flower with long yellow stripes down the petals. Swirlswirlswirl. There is a sip and another smile. Yes. Yes this will do just fine. "It's alright," she mentions again before delicately picking up a roll. Prissy she may be, but you try getting foodstuffs out of your fur. There is a reason for everything. Mamoru quickly finishes his plate and the barmaid brings another. Hungry boy!

Tysinni shovels another bit of food into her mouth, washing it down with another drink before she starts to slow down. Now that the edge was off her appetite and she didn't feel as though her stomach was sticking to her backbone, she could be a little more civil. The woman did buy her food after all. She wipes her fingers on her already dirty clothing before adding, "I actually don't remember much of anything. Or really...anything at all. Not before about a week ago. And no one else seems to recognize me." She pauses, a bit of chicken on her knife, halfway to her mouth before frowning and continuing conversationally, "Well, 'cept that big hulking dude with a scar and a hook. He acted like he recognized me. But not in a good way. I felt it was best not to ask for his help."

Daisy can name off several hulking dudes with scars and hooks, but they're from far away from here and they rarely come this far inland. "For the best." She nods and watches Mamoru finish off his third plate of meats. That is damn near half a cow by now. No matter. Coutals need to grow big and strong so they can carry fat kittens in the air. Well. Maybe just a little hovering over the ground. A little. She shudders and --FLOOF! Oh damnit! Just the thought of scary things makes her tail fan out behind her, sending the kitten lurching a bit at the table. Hi Tysinni. You don't mind all those green and blue eyes staring at you, do you? Nah. Daisy grins sheepishly and presses back at her tail, trying to make it go down. "Sorry."

Tysinni is in the middle of masticating when Daisy's tail decides to go awol and shocks the living daylights out of the half elf. Giving a small screech, she lurches back away from the table, waving her knife around in a less than threatening way. "What in the name of all the gods and their various progeny, was that?"

Daisy pushes and pushes and turns to use both paws and pushes some more. "Necromancer..." It isn't often that she has to say more than that to make people understand how such a thing could possibly come to be. "Not as bad as the monkey tail was."

Tysinni has a good long goggle. A goggle to beat all other goggles, really. Her mouth opens and closes several times before she attempts to speak. And then doesn't. She goggles for another long minute before swallowing and saying, "A necrowhatsit?" Obviously her memory is more faulty than she let on. Or else she hadn't ever encountered one before. "Why...just why?"

Daisy tries for several minutes and quite a few goggles before just giving up with a heavy sigh. Why she even bothers to control the tails, who knows? Fear or vainity and this thing is out and about, making sure everyone in a five mile radius knows it is there. The druid shifts and picks up a bit of chicken leg. Mmmm. Chicken leg. "Necromancer. I helped her and there was an accident." The tail shudders as if reminding the kitten that she shouldn't eat too much chicken or she'll get fatter and that will make them both look terrible. Scowling eyes look up at the eyes judging her as more baked bird goes into her mouth.

Tysinni eyes the tail with horrified fascination. Why was that attached to the...well, she assumed the woman was feline. All other attributes considered. "What kind of accident gives you...that?" I mean really. She looked as if she had a bouquet of eyeballs sticking out of her rear. Who does that? "What is a necromancer when they're at home?"

Daisy doesn't even hesitate. "Scary." Damn right. Gonna describe Tenebrae in one word? That is it. She smiles and has some more wine. Long stories are long and so Cliffnotes are adapted. Er. Daisynotes. The kitten nods. Yes. Daisynotes. "A drow named Kuzial cut off my tail and ate part of it, leaving his spit on it so I couldn't put it back on, but that doesn't matter because bovine Daisy took it from me. Then necromancer Tenebrae asked me to help bring a king back to life, but I climbed into the alchemical goo and there was too much magic and then a monkey tail grew but it liked a dandy better so now it is a boa and I have this one." She reaches up to gesture to the peacock tail behind her. Mamoru looks up and blinks at his ward. That is probably more words he has ever heard her say ever.

Tysinni purses her lips and then shakes her head. "Well, I did ask." She was right in her first assessment. The fuzzy broad was a diamond shy of a tiara. "I would get it checked if I were you. Its making you delusional. Or perhaps speak in tongues." And here she was about to ask Daisy to help her come up with a name for herself. That would never work now. She'd end up with a really silly name. Or named after a flower.

Daisy's tail shakes with fury at the woman. It does not need to be checked and it certainly does not make people delusional! The tail shakes at Ty with the feathery equivalantness of a huff and then folds in on itself, resting daintly in a train behind the kitten's chair. "Yes." She stands, curiously poking the feathers since she doesn't speak tail and thus has no clue what just happened. "Hm." Some more coins are left on the table for Tysinni or the barmaid or whoever picks them up. "Come Mamoru." The couatl turns, careful not to knock over any tables as he follows Daisy out of the tavern. "Good night, Tipani." Because the kitten will name you if you haven't one to give.

Tysinni looks startled when the tail starts to shudder. With apparently no help from the person it was attached to. "Erm..." Ty is thrilled when the tail disappears, though she remains on the lookout for any signs it might choose to spring out at her again. As Daisy gets up to leave, Ty grudgingly uses what manners she has and calls out to her. "Thanks! Um...okay." Tipani? Did the woman know her name? She frowns heavily, watching the woman leave with a thoughtful sort of expression. "Tipani..."