RP:The Crazy Purse Lady

Josleen leaves the inn bundled up in a coat, scarf, earmuffs, and gloves. It really isn’t that cold. Skylei woke up in a slightly improved mood today thanks to the bard and her beau’s intervention. Josleen and Ezekiel would love nothing more than to be home in Xalious enjoying the new lives they have begun for themselves, but Skylei’s traumatic week has kept them here. She’s headed south for Mrs. Mallard’s bakery to treat herself and Skylei to some scones. Her sister rests upstairs in the inn, weepy and unstable, but no longer angry thanks to the trio’s adventure to Kelay yesterday. Her heels’ click echo against the early morning cobblestones. The street is practically empty.

Tyler walks around the streets of Cenril, completely lost in the mass of it. The human is in much different clothing than the bard - some ill fitting clothes gifted to him by the kind knight known as Hildegarde during his short stay in Frostmaw. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets and his neck craning back and forth as he takes in the sights of the metropolis. There aren't many people in view but he is quickly approaching one Josleen. His caramel eyes meet with her own and a kind nod is offered through a half smile as he provided a friendly "Hello", before continuing on his way past her.

Josleen sees Tyler at first from a distance and is stunned silent. She pales at the sight of what is surely a ghost. But as the man approaches and his healthy, living complexion dismisses any ghostly superstitions, that shock quickly gives way to confusion then even more quickly, anger. By the time he reaches her, she’s found her voice again and it’s armed with a serrated edge. “H-hello?!” she barks incredulously. “Hello?!” she mocks. His personal space is invaded. She follows him so closely her footsteps threaten to scrape his ankles. Josleen has always harbored the unspoken suspicion that Tyler never committed suicide - he is, after all, a known illusionist and a butt. “What the hell is your angle here?” If he quickens his pace, she chases. “Where the heck are you going, you lying little turd!”

Tyler is caught off guard by the woman's rush turning on his heel to face her he continues to pace backwards, his eyes narrowed in confusion at first but eventually fear as he holds up his palms towards her in a peace offering motion. "What the hell are you on about lady?" He trips over himself while walking backwards but quickly continues moving away from Josleen with a reversed crawl. Great, another lunatic. He knew he shouldn't of left Frostmaw without Hildegarde. "Relax! I don't have an angle, or, or, or anything!"

Josleen cannot be relaxed. “Lady?!” she repeats with the same bark as her imitated ‘Hello?!’ “Shut up, Tyler!” It’s a rare treat to see Josleen in this shade of blood-rage red. The bard has a kind spirit more given to sadness than anger, but Tyler has committed a special cocktail of twisted, abusive, deceitful, and just plain evil acts - against innocents, and most importantly, Skylei. “I don’t give a [beeeeeeep] what you’re [beeeeeeping] angle is, you [beeping] [beeep] [beeeep].” His lack of shame skyrockets her into a frenzy - it’s the insult to injury. She beats down on his shoulders and arms with her purse, punctuating words with the anti-climatically soft whack of her bag against him - it’s the injury to her insults. Though really, a puppy could do more damage than Josleen right now. The purse is far from an effective weapon in her hand, and it’s clear the woman isn’t violent so much as furious. A vein bulges on her neck and forehead. She sprays the occasional spittle through her snarl and her eyes look wild. It’s the kind of blind rage that leaves you feeling hot throughout your core, and when it’s over, it leaves the body humming, hyper-tense. In fact, she does more damage to herself then Tyler. She shakes so terribly she saps her own energy, and her beloved bard’s voice goes hoarse. “STAY DEAD! STAY DEAD! Leave Hollow, never come back!!! STAY DEAD you useless, evil piece of [beeeep]!!! NO ONE WANTS YOU. EVERYONE. HATES. YOU.”All the wrath that consumes her and jabs at Tyler doesn’t change the fact that the half-elf simply can’t ever look intimidating. Her girly fashion, slight frame, and feminine face (no matter how twisted in rage) undermine her own assault.

Tyler raises his arms to defend himself from the flurry of blows coming from Josleen. No matter how weak they may seem, it still manages to bring the human to a state of fear for his own life. The curses she throws at him, the taunting for him to go off himself, it plays a familiar tune. A bit more violent than Hildegarde, but he can't help but assume this woman has him mixed up with the other chap as well. Though it doesn't seem wise to try and reason with this one. Rolling to his stomach he is quick to pick himself up and begin sprinting away from Josleen calling out behind his shoulder, "You're freakin' nuts lady! Stay the hell away from me!" The klutz manages to find himself tripping again and this time peeling off a decent amount of his wrist from the collision with the cobblestone. As he falls, his satchel opens and his amulet slides across the battered path. A whine is given as he snatches the artifact up and tosses it around his neck before turning to throw his satchel in the bards direction in hopes of distracting her long enough for him to get away.

Josleen :: The smartest thing Tyler has ever done is not trying to reason with Josleen right now. Good job. Your prize is more violence. Sorry, this bard cannot be appeased. Tyler flees, she chases - obviously. Look at her, she’s like a rabid dog, and in public too! She dives for the amulet a second too late to snatch it away from Tyler. The cobblestones tear at her black winter tights. She scrambles to her feet, determined to steal the amulet from Tyler aka Dead Man Running. She knows the importance of the amulet.Skylei tells her everything. It’s part of the glue that holds the women’s bond so tightly; the same bond that sends Josleen into a rage now on Skylei’s behalf. She briefly catches and deflects the satchel to the side with the dexterity and strength of heroin addicts and the enraged. (Josleen belonging to the latter group, but Tyler is forgiven if he mistakes her for a drug addict right now.) Opting for every non-combat lady’s favorite combat move, she reaches out to pull his hair. If she lands a clawed hand on his hair, its twin will reach for the amulet to pull it right off his neck - or choke him, depending on the strength of the chain.

Tyler feels Josleen's fingers lock into his hair and tug - hard. The human lets out a shout of surprise. Then he feels it. The chain on his neck pulling against his skin. "NO!" He shouts, jerking his body around allowing Josleen to rip out a chunk of hair just before he thrust a clinched fist directly towards her nose. He aims to send her falling so that he can finally escape from the woman. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind, but he wouldn't allow her to take his only possession. If the first blow misses, he would quickly attempt a headbutt. Either way, once her grip was free from his amulet, the man would sprint down the closest alley and hop whatever fence may sit there. For Josleen, is the craziest bitch he's ever met.

Josleen is in too close and with untrained reflexes. Tyler’s punch lands squarely on her nose and sends her sprawling back onto her tail bone! She lets out a yelp in both surprise and pain. Her nose bleeds onto her mouth and coat and she winces forward into her cupped hand. A few people, attracted by the quarrel, simply watch and judge from a distance but do not get involved. Josleen would love nothing more than to have the ability to chase and subdue Tyler and steal the amulet, but she simply doesn’t have those skills and can’t move from this spot. Non-combat people are easily stunned by pain. Tyler’s long gone anyway, with his amulet. Bastard.