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Post by selkie on Apr 7, 2014 1:34:09 GMT -5
Toby had never been acquainted with Caution. Perhaps, he had been once as a small child for the space of a few moments, but he found the wind kept caution better company, and thus he grabbed the small ancient woman's hand and began pumping it furiously, slower than the words that began to spill out. "Why hello there my good lady, if I may call you that, my good lady, fancy us finding you nice abode here in the middle of the woods, odd place for a house that, not many neighbors i would imagine, or guests for that matter, which I suppose that brings us to the subject of us, my name's Tyresias Osric Brian Immogen Alfred Sampson Geoffrey Escott III, well Sir Tyresias Osric Brian Immogen Alfred Sampson Geoffrey Escott III as my great grandad was awarded a knightship by her highness, not sure which one though as there hasn't been a queen in quite a long time, so perhaps it wasn't my great grandad but something more like my great great great great great great great grandad but I never paid much attention when me mum was telling me stories and what not, but that's enough about me, this lot are my friends, and well you see we've just run into a spot of trouble and if it wouldn't be too terrible of a burden it would be ever so kind of you if you would let us into your home, and oh! Is that tea on?" He stepped past her forgetting all his manners and into the house heading straight for the pot of tea placed on a table.
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Post by crossblades08 on Jun 10, 2014 0:44:11 GMT -5
Mother Aga just blinked in an effort to process all the words. My, so many words. This boy was all mouth now, wasn’t he? But she latched on to the word “Lady” and tinges of flattered red rose in her cheeks. Yes, he certainly was a gentleman… and a knight? Or possibly a woodsman or a good neighbor. Again, she was having difficulty keeping up, but merrily ushered them all inside.
“Tea? Oh, yes! Tea. Help yourselves. I’ll get more mugs from the cupboard.”
Then, slowly and gently, she closed the door just as a flurry of angry hooves banged and rocketed against it, but Mother Aga pretended not to notice and surprisingly enough the door, grey and weathered though it was, did not break. Of course, just to be sure, Mitchel motioned for the others to help him slide a bookcase and any other furniture they could find in front of the entry and shutters.
Eventually, the pounding stopped. Resha held her breath as her brother ventured to peer through a crack in one of the shutters. Outside he could still make out the flying horses, scratching their hooves against the dirt and angrily flaring their nostrils as they paced back and forth.
“They’re waiting for us to come out,” Mitchel noted through clenched teeth.
“Oh, leave them be. They'll leave soon enough,” assured Mother Aga, adding her own blend to the chamomile mixture whilst the others were still distracted by garrison effort. A snip of mandrake to loosen the soul, she hummed, something to keep the guest’s magic at bay. And a smidgen of lotus to calm the nerves, she whispered to herself, something to bring sleep, lower suspicion, and break concentration should anything more… open crop up.
“Please, have a seat and take some tea,” she crooned. “Oh, it’s been an absolute age since I’ve had visitors. What brings you all this way?”
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Post by Charpixpix419 on Jan 2, 2016 20:57:19 GMT -5
Maeve answered her. "It's quite a long tale, and I'm not even certain I entirely understand what's happened." She shook her head. "I wouldn't want to confuse you with the whole story but we've gone from fighting a kracken on the open ocean to dodging hurrocks in the forest in the space of a few hours, among other events." A general murmur of agreement rippled through the weary crew. Sky, perched in the rafters caught sight of the squirrel, and hopped closer curiously while those below took tea or didn't according to their natures. Maeve did, but Jackob declined. Jae had passed out from her lightning-conjuring efforts. The rest of the crew did take tea.
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Post by crossblades08 on Jan 6, 2016 22:16:20 GMT -5
Mitchell eyed the others who drank with an arched brow and dabbed a finger into his own tea. From the recesses of his long coat, he produced a small slip of paper, making as though he were wiping his hands on a napkin. Within moments a blue smudge appeared. His gaze slipped to the hostess for a microscopic fraction of a second as she continued to uncover pottery mugs and chipped tea cups from cabinets and behind furniture seemingly at random. In the corner a small creature poked its head in and out the eye sockets of a bovine skull as it warily eyed the pirate’s bird. As the others settled in, grateful for the apparent respite, Mitchell slipped a few herb leaves of his own into his tea.
“Drink up! Drink up! Mother Aga’s got plenty for all,” sang the old crone as she poured more tea for each guest, ignoring their protests if she heard them at all.
Resha nodded appreciatively. Her heart raced, and she drank deeply. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen so much excitement, and her companions were definitely a more colorful lot than she was accustomed to. It was a story, she realized, one she knew she’d tell for the rest of her life. The thought made her smile.
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Post by selkie on Jan 13, 2016 16:05:14 GMT -5
Toby held his warm cup between both hands. Ah tea. It was the one thing that he always liked to slow down and savor. Probably the only thing that ever slowed him down now that he thought about it. Toby liked to keep moving, too worried he might miss some fun or adventure if he stopped for too long. He sipped at the tea, trying to savor it. It tasted different, unlike any tea he had ever had. A touch of Chamomile, a favorite of his before bed, good for the nerves, but there was a touch of others. Toby tried to pick out the other flavors. He should recognize them, having an extensive knowledge of herbs from his studies, after all being aetiologist, one who studies the cause of diseases and the effect of magic on various objects and beings, he had spent years and months acquainting himself with a plethora of medicines and herbs. But for the life of him he couldn't place the other flavors. This bothered him. He prided himself on two things, his ability to get along with just about anyone, and his knowledge of his work. He looked up from his cup to meet Mitchell's eyes, hoping his friend knew the answer to the brew.
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Post by crossblades08 on Jan 13, 2016 16:37:07 GMT -5
Mitchell caught Toby’s eye and returned a slight silencing glare. He’d known Toby longer than most people could tolerate remembering him, much less working with him. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, but some matters required discretion. And none of Toby’s names were “discrete,” no matter what he said. Just this once, Mitchell wanted Toby to keep his mouth shut. They were trapped in here, and it wouldn’t do cause an uproar before all the facts were aligned.
Still, Toby was an expert of sorts, and more over his one trusted ally in the group –save his own sister. So, with a slight motion, Mitchell slipped Toby the test strip he’d used and its telltale blue smudge indicating the sedatives in the tea.
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Post by selkie on Jan 13, 2016 17:39:06 GMT -5
Mitchell's glare told him more than words. Toby had been friends with him for a rather long time, and deep down was amazed how Mitchell put up with him for so long. He was at least self aware enough to recognize his usual effect on people, just sometimes his mouth ran away with his brain, and they both traveled faster than a Coriolateladian Pronghorn.
Toby found a small slip of paper covertly transferred to his hand. He glanced at it and noticed the blue smudge clearly visible. Sedatives. More than just the normal levels found in chamomile and its relatives. With a grin, he carefully set his cup of tea down on the trunk he had been using as a seat. "My dear lady," he called to their host. "I don't believe you have given us a name to call you by, and one should always know what to call his gracious savior and host."
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Post by Charpixpix419 on Jan 13, 2016 17:51:04 GMT -5
Maeve sipped at the tea with it's pleasant but somewhat unusual flavor,and as she began to calm down from the day's wild adventures she noticed something. The girl that had joined them at the pond was familiar,but Maeve would swear she'd never met her before. What was her name? She ran over what little conversation she had heard before the hurrocks came after them.she slipped a hand in her pocket,touchin the strange watch she had found on the Sister and it suddenly came to her. Resha- the girl was the same one- the one whose body had dropped out of time on Ronan. Steve's friend. Younger,but as Maeve looked at her she became sure they were the same person. Maeve almost didn't notice Toby ask their host for her name in what must have been the shortest sentence he'd uttered this whole time. This day was anything but boring.
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Post by crossblades08 on Jan 13, 2016 18:38:25 GMT -5
Tick tock. It was a heartbeat now, her heart and its –one and the same.
Tick tock. Blood and flesh. Gears and cogs.
Tick tock. Life and love. Power and precision.
It was here. The watch was here in Mother Aga’s own cottage in the grasp of another. The sound was maddening every second it remained just out of reach. Her eyes locked onto the female canid, entranced as all the world seemed to vanish around her.
It took a moment for her to realize she was being spoken to, and another to pull her attention to the speaker. “Hm? Oh yes. Deary me. Where are my manners today? I,” she announced with a crude curtsy, “am the marvelous Mother Aga, steward of the western woods of Grimm. The one and only. Accept no counterfits.” She chuckled, giddy at her own introduction. “And that,” she said, this time extending her hand to a small, mangy rodent in a bovine skull, “is my associate, Matthew, the Great and Powerful!” She laughed again wiggling her fingers in a vaguely mystical fashion and making sure to emphasize the capital letters like his own noble title. The squirrel for his part barked once and vanished back into his skull. “Oh, don’t mind his sour attitude. He’s just shy, but please, my home is your home for the night. I’m sure I have some blankets in the trunk that young man is sitting on.”
Resha didn’t know what to say, so she just smiled politely back at the old woman. For some reason, she felt light and at peace here –almost like there weren’t a herd of blood-thirsty flying equines out the door waiting to chew off their faces. She was tired, but she didn’t want to sleep just yet. There were so many more people she hadn’t met, stories she hadn’t heard. Perhaps that’s why when she caught Maeve’s eye, she couldn’t help herself, sideling closer with tea and a broad smile –she had, after all, never actually met a Canid before. “Hi, I’m Resha.”
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Post by Charpixpix419 on Jan 13, 2016 19:41:28 GMT -5
Maeve didn't really notice that she had attracted Mother Aga's attention, she was caught up in the puzzle of time travel that they seemed to be caught in.Resha caught her gaze and moved to sit nearer to the canid,cheerfully introducing herself, confirming Maeve's revelation. She had watched Resha buried at sea,and now mere hours later she was introducing herself to the girl. "Maeve," she replied offering Resha her hand. "Sorry if I was staring, you look rather like someone I'd seen recently." She trailed off, uncertain whether mentioning Steve would be wise. She supposed that this Resha might not even have met him yet.
Sky jumped when Matthew popped out of the skull briefly as Mother Aga introduced him. Then the bird hopped up onto one of the skull's horns and peered into the darkness curiously.
Jackob kept to himself, watching over his captain as she recovered from her magic use and leaving his tea untouched.
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Post by crossblades08 on Jan 13, 2016 20:10:54 GMT -5
Matthew crouched deeper into the skull, his heart beating hard and fast as the bird looking through the holes of his little dwelling.
Hardly noticing the wolf’s apparent wistfulness, Resha pressed on. “Oh? Another pirate? Was it someone from your crew?” she asked, believing the wolf to be part of the crew herself.
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Post by Charpixpix419 on Jan 13, 2016 20:24:37 GMT -5
"oh no,I'm not part of the crew, I work at the Inn of the Laughing Harp,there was someone in one of the rooms..." she trailed off,she wasn't about to actually lie but neither did the whole truth seem wise... She wondered if this was the kind of predicament Steve found himselfin a lot,and hoped the lycanthrope was alright somehow. "what brought you to the pond we found ourselves in?"she asked, changing the subject a bit.
Sky made tiny chirping noises in a bid to try and coax the squirrel out of the skull to where the seabird could get a better look at him
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