RP:Them Rats Part Two

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Synopsis: Joan and Daisy continue their adventures!

Grandiose Courtyard

Daisy is so very excited! Today is the day. It is the day of days to be rid of herself of this stupid bag. Why did she keep it? Why did she not just give it to Joan and be done with the stupid thing? The bag is perfectly fine as long as you don't put anything in it. But does Daisy remember that all the time? No. Of course, she doesn't. So, she puts snacks in and out come the rats. Icky, smelly, yucky rats. Well, it only happened once before she tied the dang thing up with Super steel vines. No more forgetting for her! No way. What are you doing now, kitten? Waiting? Yes waiting. Waiting and feeding Daissy some pumpkin bits.

Joan looked off the dash off quick notes she had gotten from the kitten Daisy on where to meet her to finally be rid of that cursed bag. The vampiric healer grumbles as it seems she needs to travel out to Port Rynvale again while out in full sunlight. Didn't that kitten know Joan preferred dark gloomy places?! Well, honestly Joan doubted Daisy knew that as the kitten did seem pretty forgetful and they had never had a full-out discussion on topics like that. With a heavy sigh, she boards a ship to take her out to the island, a plain overly large floppy sunhat plop on Joan's every wonderful stylish deep amethyst head. A pair of dark purple matching sunglasses are added as she just didn't like direct sunlight in her face and eyes. Once she makes port she steps off and travels out to where Daisy wrote about, making her entrance the undead woman looks about in a bit surprised as she walks upon the pearlescent marble floor towards the kitten and what seems to be the dairy cow that use to wander around the from to Kelay tavern. "Gee Daisy, where are we?" She asks in a wonder-filled tone.

Daisy continues to feed Daissy more and more pumpkin bits. She seems to have quite a few of them there for the ascended bovine to enjoy. It took her a while to get them all there, but hungry goddesses are hungry and this one is no exception. "A barn." Obvious statements are obvious, but so are vampire questions. Ha! Told you. Anyway. Back to business! Very serious business. The little druid points at the vine-wrapped bag of ratness there on the floor on a bit of hay. "I don't want it anymore."

Joan takes her time to study the ascended cow, she even gives it a slight bow of her head to show she acknowledged Daissy as a goddess. "I know that clearly but why here?" She asked as she moved up close to the kitten and the bovine goddess, the vampiric healer offering the bovine a light pat on its head.

Daisy gives Daissy the last bit of pumpkin while Joan is doing her respectful greetings. Not sure if you knew this, but Daisy doesn't always have all the answers. She doesn't always know what to do or how to fix things. She does, however, know exactly when to ask for help. And only the best of help will do! And who better than a goddess to help with something cursed in the name of the gods? Now most gods and goddesses aren't so readily available, but this one right here is just hanging out for anyone to come and visit any ol' time they want. That doesn't make Daissy any less powerful. Oh no. She is great! And amazing! And... chewing her pumpkin cud. "She will help if we ask."

Joan nods as she listens to the kitten, "Okay, show her the bag and that crazy strange symbol." That ever-swirling vortex gave the vampiric healer pause because well...she didn't mess with anything that involved the gods or whatever they called themselves...anyways she glanced towards the vine-wrapped-up bag as she asked, "Is it still dumping out rats when you upturn it?" She made a look of distaste and would move close enough to nudge the bag with one booted foot.

Daisy pets down Daissy's nose while the cow stares and chews. Now and then, she swishes her tail more out of habit than at flies that don't dare to land on her ascended tush. The kitten looks over at the offensive bag and wrinkles her nose. "I don't put things in it." Because that, if you recall my dear audience, is how to get rats out of it. Put stuff in - rats come out. Gross. So Daisy does nothing of the sort! Absolutely not. With a poke of her finger, those protect-o-vines wither to dust, leaving just the bag there in the hay. That bag is picked up and oh so carefully, so it isn't opened by accident, handed over to Joan. "You ask?"

Joan arches one finely shaped amethyst-colored brow as she grabs a hold of that bag, she was super-duper careful not to touch that strange symbol...it just made her empty stomach roll at the mere sight of the ever-swirling vortex, I mean even the undead can have tummy problems when strange arse symbols are looked at. Ugh, anyway she presents the bag with the strange symbol showing the divine bovine. "Miss Daissy, do you think you can help us destroy this?"

Daisy || Daissy chews on her pumpkin cud some more as she stares at the bag. Or maybe she is staring at Joan. Joan is standing right there in front of the cow after all. Is that a voice in your head, little vampire? Probably not. Apathy cows won't have much to say. Probably. Though she will turn her divine bovine head a bit to look behind her before going back to staring at Joan.

Joan takes the hint from Daissy and moves to the side of the divine Bovine, her hand moving to pet and side of the cow as she carefully places the bag behind that swishing tail, Once the bag is plopped onto the ground Joan moves off towards the kitten feeling at peace from her very brief contact of the cow. Wow, she really was very special Joan thought.

Daisy watches Joan and Daissy and... Well, nothing is happening. She shifts from one foot to the other, wondering how long they are going to stand there. Maybe they need to chant? Offer? Pray? Dance? Oh, Daisy does like to dance. She sways a little from side to side. A soft smile dances on her lips as her feet do so around Joan. Those who dance appear crazy to those who can't hear the music. What better to appease the goddess of entropy than a strange dance performed by a kitten in a barn? With a little snort, the ascended cow lifts her tail and plops some used food down there on the bag.

Joan felt her eyes widen as Daissy left a very big cow patty on that bag, her hand came up to cup over her jaw-gapping open mouth. That cow did not just do that...Ah well, it happened and there wasn't much Joan would be willing to do to go near that bag ever again. Joan just about gags as the smell wafts up from the violated bag, that seal and or symbol was fouled up now by Daissy's waste, it seems that her cow patty plop had defused the chaos symbol and then the swirling stopped.

Daisy finishes her dance just in time to see the dark smoke rise up from the now harmless bag. "Eeewwww." She hops back behind Joan like the pile is going to fling around on its own. Don't be silly, kitten. Now go thank the goddess for her assistance. The kitten nods and skips over there to pull a daisy from her own hair for tucking behind Daissy's ear. "You're very helpful and divine." The cow's nose is kissed and petted before she turns and goes back to Joan. Their work here is done. That bag will get scooped away by whoever takes care of Daissy and will never bother anyone again. May the villagers rejoice!