RP:What Happens When You Trespass

Part of the Venturil's Bane Arc

In the Rear Yard of Lita & Hanan's Home, Rynvale

Daisy gives up on the dragon that is probably going to poof out any minute and leaps back from her hidey tree. "Well!" Moving on to some other sort of entertainment, the kitten finds rows of herbs. What luck! Newly tilled herbs at that. She falls to her knees without crushing anything - that would be counter productive. If she grows more, no one will mind if she takes some. Right? Logic. Smart kitten. Right.

Lita made a face at Hanan and chucked a muffin across the room at Hanan's head. There are muffins. Because I say so. And because Lita likes them. Deal with it. "When was the last time I hired anybody?" That was rhetorical. "And Patch don't like the furry ones." Lita snickered. "Thinks they're... unnatural..." Another laugh.

Maladroit had, at some point, swooped out of the Rynvalian sky like an ominous, jagged edged bird, and landed on all four sets of knuckles in a yard redolant with memory. It simply stood there, an out of place gargoyle, peering eyelessly toward the villa.

Hanan got hit with a muffin. She rolled her head and ducked to pick it up. Blueberry. Well, okay. She took a big bite and continued to stare out the window. "Yeah, but the people who go to 'im pay well for the unnatural. Or maybe that's the place down the street. It was all bad puns. 'Come see our Pus--" Hanan blinked. "It's... diggin' in the garden." She bent her head and kneaded the bridge of her nose. "This means I've gotta get dressed, doesn't it?"

Daisy frowns at the shadow that kind of swoops over her. "Odd cloud..." She looks up and holyshi-- that isn't a cloud at all! Be calm, kitten. Maybe it hasn't seen you yet. Maybe it is friendly! Everyone knows about reading materials and their jackets. "Hello!" Well don't just... Oi, stupid girl. "Hello there!" She waves a furry arm at the creature.

Maladroit continued to stand, like some drug-addled pirate's nightmare come to unpleasant life, and paid no heed to the kittenish creature. Except, perhaps, to wonder whether it might be useful should the familiar need to take in fuel, any time soon.

Lita started. "It's what?" She didn't let people near the garden. She sped barefoot across the kitchen and out onto the back porch but stopped when she caught sight of the... well, she didn't really know what it was...

Hanan blinked, then looked to Lita. "This is like one of my bad dreams come t'life." She glanced back out the window. "The cat's talkin' to it." She glanced back at the living room, where one of the little grey cats was arching it's back and making angry noises. "I'm... yeah. Probably somethin' Jolie called ages ago--Dammit, don't!" Lita was running outside now? Hanan, disheveled in a bathrobe, grabbed the boarding axe on her way out the door in her left hand (the right was bandaged up and injured), and padded out onto the patio in bare feet. "HEY." She pointed at the thing. "You. What're you?" She then pointed at Daisy. "You're trespassin'! Get out."

Daisy shifts her attention to the women. Why is everyone so angry all the time? Running and yelling and whatnot. "I'm not harming anything, I swear!"

Maladroit made no reply at all, primarily as it lacked a mouth and vocal cords. Whether Hanan's demand had prompted it, or it moved under some impetus of its own, the creature began knuckle-walking, ape-like toward that small pool in the yard. There, its ponderous, featureless head would droop toward the water as though it were somehow observing something, impossible as that may appear.

Lita was already slowly backing back towards the house when Hanan came out after her. She elbowed Hanan in the ribs when the woman started yellin'. "Yeah, smart, piss the thing off why don't you." A glance to the axe and then, "Oh yeah, what're you gonna do, whittle it a stick to chase after?" She rolled her eyes.

Daisy wags a clawed digit at the two women that just burst out of... oh one is in a robe. Neat. Pay attention! Finger wagging. "You are being mean and he..." She looks at the creature. "She... This poor thing is just thirsty!" That's right. If you wag your finger, they won't see how petrified you really are of that thing. All smiles, the feline prances -she is good at prancing- she prances over to the other side of that pool. "Hi." Hanan was elbowed alright; she ended up rubbing that spot on her ribs with the heel of her hand. "I"m goin' to defend my house, damn it. Doubt this is goin' to be the first time some weird thing shows up lookin' for... y'know." She watched the thing drag itself toward the pond. "I should have pants for this."

Hanan blinked, making no direct reaction to Daisy now. "I... maybe it'll eat her and be satisfied."

Maladroit ponders the digestibility of fur. And then, once more, the pool.

Maladroit reached one of its ridiculously over-articulated fingers toward the liquid, hesitating somewhat before dipping it in the water. The liquid was stirred, the finger lifted out -- and the water came with it. Silvery, amorphous, the liquid mass swirled as the finger did, coalescing into a globular form once the 'stirring' ended. This 'ball' of water was.. stared at, as it were. Clearly, the creature was looking for.. or attempting.. something, quite deliberately.

Lita lofted a brow at the cat-thing. The little bubble of annoyance in her stomach unfurled itself. She reached across Hanan for the axe. "Give me that thing. I'm gonna skin the furry one. See if I can fetch a pretty penny for its pelt."

Hanan handed the axe handle-first toward Lita, grinning cockeyed. "Only if I get to watch. I--" She heard the sound of water moving, looked back, and saw the thing... doing a thing. "The hell?" She took a deep breath. "Keep the axe. I'd better talk to it. Or we. Hold the axe." Hanan had fangs, after all. She padded cautiously over the grass, up until she was a couple yards away from the big black thing, then cleared her throat. "What do you want?"

Daisy 's fur isn't so thick, but heavy enough to cause problems with digestion. Paws folded at the small of her back to keep them from shaking, she beams up at that deliberate ball of water. "I get it. You can't talk. Maybe not in the traditional sense, anyway. That sure is a neat trick there. My name is Daisy. Do you have a name? I can't do that sort of magic. I can only grow things and fix people." Stop. Babbling. ... ... ... Finally. Just. Smile. And she does.

Maladroit used the hand that wasn't making water float mid-air to point toward the sky, briefly. The other digit, the one with the water, started up that stirring motion again so that the liquid shifted shape . The finger's controlling motions became erratic, then, and the silvery liquid took a shape, first hard to make out, then less so, until it finally sharpened into a form Hanan would find.. familiar. It didn't have the green eyes, or the black hair, or the sneer on its face -- but the features were clear enough that there could be no mistaking the identity of the woman depicted.

Lita followed Hanan towards the thing. Followed. Holding an axe she had no experience, skill or know-how when it came to wielding the thing. But it was menacing, at least. She narrowed dark eyes towards Daisy. Why was she asking the thing if it had a name? It clearly had no mouth with which to answer her. Lita resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead watched the formation of water. She was wary of it, the way she was around most magics. But she recognized the woman. Not right away and not quickly, but a hand lifted to touch the ruby ring that still hung on a silver chain around her neck.

Hanan tilted her head to the side, then glanced back at Lita. "You're lookin' for... yeah. She's not here. Gave the beachhouse to us." Her eyes snapped to Daisy. "I meant it. Get out. This thing's dangerous." She looked back to the creature. "I don't know where she went. Closed up the Corpse and buggered off somewhere or other after givin' all her stuff away. Do you know where she went?" This thing had to have some kind of conversation ability besides water sculptures. She was starting to get nervous, though she did her best to hide it; she fidgeted with the belt of the bathrobe, tying it a bit tighter.

Daisy 's smile weakens a bit as she is yelled at. Again. She doesn't know the water woman or the fleshy women or this weird creature. Maybe she should just go. "Um. Some of your herbs are dying. You should... um... not plant them however you want. Some can't grow next to others." She glances to the garden and takes more steps back.

Maladroit moved the hand controlling the water, that liquid - having served its purpose now - left to fall wherever it may in a loud splosh, very probably not too far from Daisy and the herbs. Forefinger extended, Maladroit poked the air between it and Hanan, shifting closer until it halted. The finger furled back into its fist, the fist was clenched, and then opened again like a disturbing flower of dark flesh. Its palm contained-- nothing. But Hanan and Lita, and probably the kittenish woman as well, would find themselves, just for a second, in a vast hall carved from dark rock, a pair of thrones ensconced at one end of it. In that great, echoing chamber, Tenebrae was talking quietly to a tall, swart man wearing a black iron crown and a frown, and a lot of.. black. As abruptly, they were all right back in the garden again, minus the King of Shadows and his wife. Maladroit peered, in its way, at Hanan, and pointed to the sky again.

Hanan didn't like any of this, not the thing, not the vision of the dark hall and the thrones and Tene and whoever she was sleeping with currently, not the fact that this thing could CAUSE visions, not the way it pointed at the sky. "...alright so she's in some kinda castle in the sky. I don't see what that has to do with us." Hanan took a step back toward Lita, suddenly a little more protective than usual. She glanced at Daisy, then back at the thing. "...I don't think we can help you."

Daisy does her very best to keep calm. She's right good at it too! Ears up and tail lazily swishing behind her. That stupidly happy smile on her face flashing kitten fangs. Yep. No worries here. Just a feline side stepping her way around that creature. Oh look. Visions. Awesome. Good thing it is over just as soon as it started. Too bad she doesn't know what the hell any of it means.

Maladroit hadn't been seeking help. It was wanting a way back to that dark hall - and not finding it. Not here, not at any of its Mistress' former haunts. If this was a test, Maladroit had failed it. Great jagged wings snapped open, and the familiar pressed down into the earth, bunching itself for an upward spring that would have it launch into the sky, battering the women below with a brief hurricane of wind before it took off, a jagged shadow wheeling toward the sea.

Hanan didn't notice the chill that had settled on her spine until the thing blasted off into the sky and she could think about something else. She let her breath out with a slow whistle, then rubbed the back of her neck. "So. It's lost her, I guess." She blinked. "Think it's the one in trouble, not her." She glanced back at Daisy. "See? This is what happens when you trespass!"