RP: Warai Woes

Part of the A Few Fox Tales Arc

Summary: Where Ina is promptly reminded that most of her family sucks.

Kelay Tavern

Ina strides into the pub, gives it a good once over, and then scuttles over toward the barkeep. The fox is on a mission today- one which guides her away from the temptations provided by new and familiar faces alike, and has her taking a seat at the counter. And the mission is totally not her ordering a drink, even if she does get herself a healthy glass of mead- it's just more like a preemptive reward to herself for the note she slides over towards Mesthak, alongside a small portion of gold she'd won in a recent series of poker matches. It's only -once- she's finished being productive that she actually fully turns her attention towards the booze at hand, "Today's just so wonderful~"

Warai was not trained for stealth, not even in the slightest. And yet here he was, trying his damnedest to be the sneakiest bloke in the room. Clad in a black hooded cloak much too large for him, the foxkin did his best to not look like a foxkin; which was essentially covering himself up in as much fabric as he could doing everything he could to keep those tails tucked. Warai even went so far as to slip in through the door behind someone else rather than open said door himself, trailing behind the much larger human male to further mask his presence from his target. It was all going so well too, just some minuscule traveler stopping in for a drink. But there was that one wretched nail in the floor, one that had come loose. It was this nail that snagged his cloak, tearing it and causing him to stumble to the floor. There he rolled, head over heel, right up to the bar - against which he would collide with a boisterous crash. And the cloak, it was left somewhere behind him. If ever there was a time that he wished he was a chronomancer, it was this... and like, twenty-four other moments.

Ina is in the process of downing a glass in a genuinely unladylike fashion when she takes note of the thud, tumble, and crash that brings Warai into a resting position that was relatively adjacent to her. Her initial reaction, to be fair, is less acknowledging her cousin, and more giving the glass of mead she had just finished a mistrustful look- as well as nudging away the second glass she'd ordered towards someone else. It's only after she's done this that she attends to the matter at hand. Namely, pressing a foot against Warai's shoulder in an effort to gauge whether he's real, or some sort of phantasm spawned of addled wits. “...Classy...”

Warai deployed his brilliantly orchestrated plot, unleashing the culminating moment that hours of planning had brought him to. The Warai that lay there on the floor was a phantasm indeed but it was not for the reasons that his target likely believed; though she was left to certainly believe this was the case for a few minutes. Then came the crash of broken glass as a form dove in through a window that, on hindsight, he probably should have just opened. "Behold and stand in awe and the sight of Warai!" He announced as he stood up, rather bloodied by the recent endeavour. "You won't be escaping this time, Ina...," And then he stumbled again. "Who... who put all this glass here." He groaned as he removed a large shard from somewhere on his person, all stained with blood. And then came the fainting. Meanwhile, the Warai that had previously run into the bar was steadily dissipating into nothingness.

Ina's reaction to the form without substance that was the phantasmal Warai- is to push the glass of booze even further away from herself, and then lay her head down against the counter for a few moments as she inwardly tried to list off any other side effects she was currently facing. Hallucinations, that was obvious- but beyond that, the supposed toxin that had compromised her system seemed to have no ill effect. “Recreational, orrrrrr, 'm I just that good? Bet it's da latt...er...” The window shattering is garner her attention, and shifts her current line of thinking away from 'Drug-induced-Hallucination' towards 'Over-protective-meddling-Cousin'. Really, she can't help but laugh at the results, before she peels away from the counter and begins to make her way over towards Warai, “Arright, folks, nothin' ta see here. I got this. Imma healer.” She really isn't. That said, she sounds utterly confident, and she's at least the same species as him, so she's given a bit of space to 'tend' to the patient. Really, said tending is basically jamming a hastily scribbled note on his body, covering up the bleeding wound he had unstoppered by plucking out the glass shard...and trying to relieve him of his coin purse.

Warai was such a brilliant tactician that he even amazed himself. He almost did not think that the log he threw through the window would hold a convincing illusion long enough for him to get this far. Hell, he did not know if the somersaulting illusion would have held her attention. The coin purse tied to the log was a particularly nice touch. Well played, Warai. Well played. So all in all, he was going to call today a win. Warai had been in the room the entire time, masquerading as the large human that his first illusionary self had hidden behind. And now that large man made his approach, the illusion fading as Warai pulled his mask down over his face. Serpent's Edge was drawn forth, the wavy blade pointed at Ina's back. "Come quietly, thief! You've been captured by The Magnificient Warai!" Now to pretend he was collecting a bounty or something so that hopefully no one would come to her defence. "The king put quite the bounty on you."

Ina has the gall to look offended. In fact, she has the outright nerve to plant one hand to her chest in an overly dramatic manner (meant to draw eyes to that location), and over a surprisingly sincere sounding, "There must have been a mistake." while her off-hand clutching the coin purse slips up her sleeve and hides the illicitly gained goods. It's only once that's done, that she slowly turns to face him- the expression all feigned shock, save for her eyes which smoulder with indignant outrage, "I'm no thief- merely a traveller and healer seeking refuge from far lands. ...Unless, that is- ja not here for a thief, but ta uphold a mad king's edict to see those who would heal any individual, even those opposed to his fiefdom, executed. Must be a shiny pile a' coin for ya ta have scuttled so far, ya cockroach." Though Ina's arms have slowly been raising up in a sign of surrender, her posture seems altogether defiant- and her tone seems more likely to incite passers-by then anything. Especially in tandem with that knack of hers. It also doesn't help that the evidence of her theft is becoming progressively more entrenched in her sleeve as every moment passes.

And then the first mug of mead is hurled across the room- the glass shattering on the back of a half-orcs head. Within the span of a moment, they'd risen from their seat and hefted it in their hand like a club. A sloppy motion that also manages to clip a pair of individuals adjacent to them. Simply put, it's a barfight, to such a scale that Ina's soon jostled by a battered Patron, disengaging her from Warai, providing the perfect opportunity to exit stage left.