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TDM #1 - The Vengeful Forest

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

6/7/23 | TDM #1: "The Vengeful Forest"
Content Warnings: body horror mentioned, article 2

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A typical view from Jack's Marina

FIRST NEW ARRIVALS IN HALF-DECADE: MORE TO FOLLOW?

By Yorick Aberdeen

TAWNY BEACH - Big news at Jack’s Marina--- for the first time in roughly five years, the Marrow Isle Port Authority has reported a new arrival by ferry. And it’s not just one person.

Since the advent of the Barrier that has plagued our fair island for the past 5 years, no transport vessels have been logged for departure or arrival by the Port Authority. And for good reason! Any boat that attempted to make the journey beyond the blackened waters surrounding the island has met with a terrible fate ranging from property destruction to untimely demise. While said casualties don’t quite carry the sting they used to, the situation has obviously proven less than ideal for those looking to leave and ultimately halted the mass exodus from Pumpkin Hollow indefinitely.

Today, for the first time since the formation of the Barrier, we are seeing brand new faces arrive at the docks. All of them have been somewhat disoriented and some have claimed to be from locations that do not exist in our world. We approached one of these new arrivals, Milo Fields, for comment on his experience.

“A lady in an office told me I was dead and then I woke up on a boat,” Fields, 26, was quoted as stating on the matter. Succinct and fascinating, indeed! It would seem that for once, our island’s propensity for supernatural oddities has brought us something that we can be hopeful about. More on this as it develops.

‘CREEPY LITTLE TREES’ SEEN IN TOWN

By Yorick Aberdeen

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Artist rendition of a "Brutok".

NORTHWEST HOLLOW (Prague Mills) - This morning Town Hall received a report from the road by the lumber mill, which leads out to Crane’s Ridge, that there have been more sightings of the “tiny tree people” that have been appearing around Lockwood Forest. Over the past few weeks there have been multiple sightings of short-statured creatures with gnarled limbs, bark complexions, and leaf-shaped masks moving about among the trees. There have also been several reports claiming that they have been in town. These reports are particularly prominent in areas toward the outskirts of the forest such as the aforementioned Prague Mills.

However, movement is not the only activity people claim to have seen. Many of these sightings detail more insidious behaviors such as mean-spirited practical jokes, theft, and attempted kidnapping.

The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette reached out to local historian and town council member Dahlia Leeds for any insight on these creatures from her research.

“These creatures appear to be Brutoks,” Leeds, 23, concluded in her interview with us on Tuesday evening. “They’re angry woodland spirits known to appear in cursed forests, much like our own.”

Ms. Leeds went on to issue a number of safety warnings for residents. According to her research, these Brutoks often move in groups and will lock on to woodland travelers who make eye contact with them. Their eyes are not visible so this can be done by accident quite easily if one spends too much time staring into trees. If Brutoks attach themselves to you, they will follow you home, proceeding to destroy your property, hide your personal items, attempt to cause you bodily harm, tear up your garden, and eventually spirit you away to the woods. Victims of these kidnappings will be “planted” in the woods by the Brutoks and spend the next several hours enduring the deeply unpleasant process of being turned into a tree, ultimately killing the individual. A gruesome affair.

There are several ways to dispel a Brutok invasion before it escalates to kidnapping. Ms. Leeds recommends observing their behavior for clues and keeping an eye out for puzzles set by the creatures while outside, though there may be other solutions. If you are unable to dispel them, it is possible to fight them off with brute force. Those walking in or near the woods are advised to keep their eyes on the trail but listen carefully for sounds of distress and be prepared to intervene. Should you encounter any trees that look like people, Ms. Leeds has also cited the unfortunate need to burn the unsettling foliage in order to release the spirit of the victim so that they can regenerate as usual.

As always, the sharing of information and community vigilance are imperative in warding off this new threat. Please share any information you have on the message boards at town hall or with your neighbors, and consider reaching out to Ms. Leeds or any other respected community figure if you find yourself in a bind. Keep your lanterns lit, Pumpkin Hollow. We’re in for quite the summer.

CUCUMBER FESTIVAL CANCELED DUE TO UNFORTUNATE TURNIP HEX; REPLACED WITH POTLUCK

By Yorick Aberdeen

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They haunt my dinner plate and my dreams.

DOWNTOWN (Temple of Sacred Roots) - In lighter news, a solution has been found to the much-loathed Turnip Hex debacle.

As most residents of Pumpkin Hollow are aware, earlier in spring a crop hex was placed on the island by an unidentified witch that turned all ground crops sown at the time into turnips. While this is not as bad as it could be, it has resulted in mounds upon mounds of turnips and a complete lack of other crops until later harvests. The witch who cast this hex is still at large.

An unfortunate side effect of the hex has been that the beloved and highly anticipated Cucumber Festival, which normally takes place in early June, had to be canceled due to a lack of cucumbers. This has earned the ire of a great many residents who have cited the festival as “their last source of a modicum of joy on this goddess-forsaken island”, among other more colorful statements.

Reverend Degas Clayton of the Temple of Sacred Roots of our Four Earthly Mothers has proposed an alternative to the festival. While not nearly as exciting, Clayton, 57, believes that a turnip potluck is still a great community-building exercise and excuse for a social gathering. He encourages attendees to find the most inventive ways they can think of to cook up excess turnips and present their dishes on the temple lawn during the party. “The sooner we eat the blasted things, the sooner we’ll no longer have to look at them anymore,” said Mayor Poe in her endorsement of the event. It would appear she plans to be in attendance.

To participate, please bring an appropriate dish to the Temple of Sacred Roots on Friday at noon. The party will run until sundown and wine will be provided, which may improve the taste of the turnips. New residents are encouraged to attend even if they are not able to provide a dish so that they can meet their local community and learn more about the church.

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Degas Clayton || NPC || OTA

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-07 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
NEW ARRIVALS
New faces in town.

Degas walks the cobblestone streets of downtown with an extra spring in his step, mind racing. New arrivals! Could it be that that barrier was weakening or was there something else afoot here? A part of him wanted to dare hope that this could be a sign…but what if it was another plague cruelly wrapped up to be presented as their saving grace? The thought haunts every step, cackling as he follows his usual routes.

As he approaches someone, one can also see a rain cloud overhead, bushy eyebrows knit together in worry. One hand strokes his beard in quiet contemplation, the other firmly in his pocket until he notices one of these strange, new faces.

“Good day to you,” He rumbles, hand moving from beard to the middle of his chest in greeting. “A bit lost are we?”

🍲TURNIP POTLUCK🍲
Truth be told Degas hates turnips. Melly had a strange fondness for the root vegetable so he gladly suffered many a meal with them included, but not as the whole meal. What choice do they have? The cucumber crop had failed and they were left with enough of the small bulbs to haunt his nightmares for weeks to come.

Perhaps some of the newcomers like turnips. If they don’t, well. Not eating is always an option, but hopefully some make an appearance for company alone.

Across the tables is a spread of various turnip dishes; soups, stews, a questionable attempt at turnip cake topped with whipped turnip frosting, turnip chips and fries, turnip sandwiches made with fried turnips in the middle. Ghastly stuff. Occasionally one might catch the preacher with his nose wrinkled. He seems to gravitate to more creative uses for the vegetable such as turnip ocarinas and turnip bowls. Impractical, sure, but you don’t have to eat a turnip bowl.

“Hello, my friend. I hope you’ve been settling in well?” Degas says in greeting. “I hope you…like turnips. Have you sampled anything yet? The cookies perhaps?” Just ignore how he seems to shiver at the very suggestion.
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Dahlia Leeds || NPC || OTA

[personal profile] thethirteenthchild 2023-06-07 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
- General -

Most afternoons it was easy to find Dahlia bustling about Town Hall, attending meetings or sorting through the archives there. Today was no exception, although Town Hall had been much busier as of late. All these new arrivals!

And there in the lobby, she spotted another. She smiled, setting her hand on the currently unoccupied front desk. "Hello there! Have you been helped yet?"

- The Brutoks -

"Shoo, shoo!"

Front doors of Greymare Library flung wide open, the blonde woman standing beneath the frame swatted a pair of screeching Brutoks out with a broom, swatting at their behinds repeatedly. The sound of their cries was like steam squealing out of a tea kettle but louder and warbling, though it seemed as if they were just making noise for the sake of it, given that the swatting was effective only for moving them and little else. Still, they took off down the street and disappeared into a bush.

"Ugh!" Dahlia stormed out of the library in a huff, still clinging to the broom. She began checking for something around the perimeter, rummaging through the topiaries on the lawn. "It's got to be around here somewhere. Where did you little monsters hide it?"

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Potluck

[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-07 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Snakes Tolliver has been utterly bewildered the last little while. His gang takeover plan a failure, poisoned by Posey as punishment, and then waking up being told he's dying but can save himself if he comes to this place. Well, he's all for anything to keep his miserable life, so he's here.

"Honestly, Pal, I've never seen anything like it," he drawls in a gravelly Southern voice. "I had no idea there were so many ways to make the things."

He can take or leave turnips, pretty much. But now he's got no choice but to take them.
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Milo Fields [OC, OTA]

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-07 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
- Farmboy at Heart -

A plot of land, some tools, and a couple of seeds. Plus an ocean to fish in and a forest to hunt. What else could a guy need? It wasn't his camper, which was a bummer. But a fresh start never hurts either. Besides, a few months down the line and some hard work, and he'd be home in no time! There was no need to rush.

When you grow up on a farm in Ohio, working the land is like riding a bike. It never really leaves you. He quickly got to work setting up a nice little potato patch.

Town Hall gave out plots of land in order of who accepted the farmer role, and with Milo evidently being the first, he was the first on the road from the trolley station and therefore in full view of anyone exiting the stop at Northwest Hollow. And he's always happy to strike up a conversation, even if he is digging holes in the yard with one arm and no shirt.

- Into the Woods -

Having read the news, Milo was careful as he proceeded into the woods to find himself some firewood. He couldn't exactly go without, but he didn't plan on staying too long. These Brutok things sounded like nasty pieces of work.

His concern for his own safety, however, went right out the window the moment he heard what sounded like screaming in the woods. Maybe it was a fox, or an accident, but the chances of it being someone being dragged off by Brutoks was greater than zero. He wasn't going to take any chances.

"Hey!" he called out, running in the direction of the call. "You okay out there?!"

- Time for Turnips -

Perhaps it was a controversial opinion, but Milo always thought turnips were delicious. They were a staple of his uncle's roasted vegetable medley, which was his signature contribution to holiday meals. And Milo was a big guy with a proportional appetite. If these people needed some help eating some turnips, who was he to deny the call to action?

He showed up to the potluck with his clothes freshly laundered and his empty left sleeve tied as neatly as he could manage, finding a table to join. "This seat taken?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Necessity often begets ingenuity, doesn't it?" He says with a slight nod in greeting to the stranger.

"And the sooner we ingeniously dispose of these tubers the better." Not that the current crop of other foodstuffs is anything to be proud of, but turnips! Four Mothers...at least it isn't turnips!

"Crops aside, yours is a new face around here. How are you finding our fair little isle?" There's a shade of irony in the question, knowing full well the current state of affairs here.
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-07 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, pretty much. Is anybody canning them?" Do people even can or bottle turnips? He really has no idea.

He gives a dark smirk. "I don't think too much of it with these tree monsters running around. But if we can get rid of those, maybe open some more businesses, this could be a right pleasant place."

He figures on doing what he does best, trying to commandeer the town, make it more profitable, and get the people to be very appreciative of him. Of course, with this town being what it is, he may have questionable success on all fronts. But he's got to try. He doesn't really know any other approach.

He's not sure how he'll start gathering money yet. He's lived the life of a riverboat gambler at some points, but he's not sure gambling is allowed. He's trying to figure out how to quietly find out.
Edited 2023-06-07 22:13 (UTC)
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ahri | league of legends | ota

[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-07 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
▒▒▒ 𝐢. 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋

[ It's been a long day.

Ahri remembers... being in a fight with some Noxian soldiers. There'd only been a few at first, but then more had seemed to pour out of the forest, too many of them, overwhelming her. There, her memories get fuzzy, and she doesn't recall blacking out -- or, indeed, potentially having a near death experience, as she was later informed by the kindly woman who'd woken her up. Groggy and unsure of herself, she'd done her best to listen, and the offer of salvation is a heady temptress. Whether that white-haired woman had known it or not, she'd found one of the very few things Ahri wanted the most.

After that, Ahri had numbly followed along as she'd gotten a tour from an excitable man, but the town of Pumpkin Hollow was a blur in her eyes, her tired brain still trying to catch up. Before she knew it, she'd been set up in a tavern called The Oak & Iron; clearly an old building, but seemingly well cared for. The room is simple, and far more than Ahri's used to.

Civilization has never sat well on her. It's only very recently that she learned what having friends and sleeping indoors was like, and she's not sure she liked the latter.

She winds up sitting in the common area of the tavern, slowly nursing a cup of green tea. A study in contrasts; the vulpine ears on her head are swiveling to catch every noise, and the white-furred tail behind her is flickering, but her face is still and composed. Golden eyes under a fall of dark hair observe everything around her, and though she's in a basic linen shirt and trousers, she has the air of someone used to far more refined dress, her body language elegant, like she's sitting on a throne rather than a battered wooden stool. ]


You must be new too.

[ When she sees someone else in the same garb as her, she can't help but comment, husky and low and curious. ]

Did talk of salvation tempt you too? Or perhaps it was the chance at a new life?


▒▒▒ 𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

[ Where she comes from, the forest holds a great many secrets, and it's unwise to tread without care. Ahri has long since learned not to stare too deeply into the darkness, to ask permission before entering sacred grottos, and to be as one with the land.

So, it comes as not much of a surprise when the town starts having problems with forest spirits not long after her arrival. The Gazette is a surprisingly useful resource, though, and Ahri takes care to avoid attracting the attention of the Brutok.

As she walks through downtown, she notes that another new arrival is not quite so lucky. One of the little tree creatures is following them from the shadows, scrambling up walls and roofs to keep up. They must have stared too deeply into the woods; an understandable mistake.

Ahri's not really a hero. She would never call herself one. But hearing about residents being turned into trees compels her to do a nice thing: when the Brutok leaps out of the darkness, Ahri plucks it from the air before it manages to jump on its unsuspecting victim. ]


Is this yours?

[ There's amusement in Ahri's voice as the little Brutok dangles from her grip -- it's holding a fish, of all things, and was presumably about to slap the other newcomer with it in a mean-spirited prank. ]

I hear deeply unpleasant things happen to the victims of these creatures. Have you ever been forcibly turned into a tree? I have not, but I'm sure I don't want to experience it. [ A thoughtful pause. ] In comparison, being slapped with a fish would be quite pleasant, I suppose.
Edited 2023-06-07 21:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] raisedbyfoxes 2023-06-07 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I just wanted to thank you for the mobile version, mods! I'm not actually even on mobile, but I find plaintext much easier to read, so having that version is great for vision accessibility as well!
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Zelda [BOTW/TOTK] || OTA!

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-07 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
- She Sings Sea Shanties [Fisherman Career] -

Zelda had tactfully ignored the odd looks she'd received from the town council person who signed her up for the fisherman career, as well as the ones given to her by the salt-crusted crewmen down at the docks. She knew she didn't look the type to be spending days at a time on a fishing boat. But she was a perfectly competent sailor, and stronger than she looked. She could hold her own just fine, and it would give her a chance to investigate the sea life and perhaps dredge for debris with clues to this island's mysteries.

With her meager bag of possessions thrown over her shoulder, she made her way across the gangway and below the deck to the crew cabin, selecting a hammock. With that task done, she tentatively began looking for her crewmates. Perhaps there were other newcomers to Marrow Isle who had joined this line of work?

- Brutok Invasion -

When Zelda had first started seeing signs of the Brutoks from the paper around her home, she had halfway hoped that while she was away at sea the little troublemakers would get bored by her not being home and leave.

This was, in fact, not the case.

She found this out the hard way when walking home from the docks and treading carelessly a pile of leaves that would have been quite conspicuous to a warier eye. Underneath was a rope-pull trap, catching her ankle and whisking her upwards into a tree. She hung upside down now, struggling helplessly to get herself down.

"Oh!" She let out a huff as she tried to kick herself free. "Help! Can anyone hear me?!"

Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before someone came through this part of town.
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Turnips

[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-07 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Snakes, who was deep in thought, started and looked up. "It's empty, Pal," he said. "Knock yourself out."
hyliasblessing: (bashful)

Turnips turnips turnips

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-07 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Zelda turned to face the person speaking, placing a napkin over her mouth while she quickly chewed and swallowed. "So sorry--- yes! I've been settling in alright." He didn't need to hear her twice-lost-would-be-lover woes. "I've been trying a bit of everything. I've never been particularly opinionated about turnips, but there are so many clever culinary ideas here."
hyliasblessing: (gasp)

Creepy Little Trees

[personal profile] hyliasblessing 2023-06-07 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[ Zelda gasped in surprise as she turned around to see the flailing Brutok. ]

Oh dear. Thank you, miss, those things have been following me everywhere. I've yet to figure out how to get rid of them, and I would very much like to avoid the, ah--- impending tree debacle.
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[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-07 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, man." He threw his leg over the bench and sat down. He helped himself to some manner of turnip coleslaw and a cup of turnip soup. "You from around here?"
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Link | The Legend of Zelda: BOTW/TOTK [OTA]

[personal profile] sleepingswordsman 2023-06-07 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
i. New Arrivals

[ You'd think he'd be used to waking up not quite knowing what was going on by now, but it never seemed to get any less vexing.

Everything came as a bit of a blur. One minute, he was on a ship, surrounded by many people wearing similar expressions and clothing to his own. Then there was the dock, and the people filed out. (It, at the very least, wasn't a desolate wake-up call this time, and Link was thankful that much.)

Then came the tavern, and now, here he was, standing just outside of it. Fresh linens were nice, and the room he'd been given was cozy enough, but there was much of the town he'd need to understand the lay of. There was much to see, though, and with that came some indecision. Where to start? What to see first? Who to meet that might be able to fill in some of the gaps that his initial tour didn't quite get around to?

Unfortunately, when he'd decided to turn on a whim and march down the cobbled street towards whatever caught his eye first, he wasn't being quite as aware of his surroundings as he likely ought to have been, and tromped headlong straight into one of his new fellow denizens. Great going, hero. ]


-----

ii. Creepy Little Trees

[ Familiarity, what a beautiful thing, even when found in the strangest places!

From the second he caught eye of a brick out of place on a stack, Link was practically like a man possessed. Sure, there was no pleasant jingle, no rewards from delightful little forest friends, but the hollow-wood rattle in the distance was reward enough. These were puzzles, and he was bound and determined to solve them with a determination that blazed with a fiery enthusiasm.

An enthusiasm that was hilariously used to stack small stones in circles and right twigs that were askew, but an enthusiasm nonetheless.

From shortly after he woke up until the sun began to set, Link had scoured the town, finding every puzzle that he could get his hands on to solve, absolutely overjoyed in doing so.

Even now, as the sun set lazily on the horizon, was he sizing up a fairly large stone that was settled beside a building, eyeing it and the perfectly-stone-sized core of a tree just at the forest's edge. It was only then did he catch eye of an onlooker, and offered a smile their way, bright and brimming with energy. ]


"Hoy! Would you be willing to give me a hand with this? It's not too heavy, but it's a little unwieldy."
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-07 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've been a lot of places, but never up this way before," Snakes said. "My favorite place is New Orleans."
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Puzzle Madness

[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-07 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing, man!" Milo jogged over, happy to help with heavy lifting despite his recent arm amputation. He stooped to get a good grip on one side of the rock. "Good thing you only need a hand, 'cause one's all I got. Where's this badboy goin'?"
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[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-07 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ahh, okay, so you're from--- Uh, I guess it wouldn't be fair to call it the 'real world,' would it? This one seems real enough." He frowned thoughtfully. "Well, roughly the same world as me. I'm from Mansfield, Ohio. I don't go to Louisiana much, on account of my camper gets real humid that far south, but it was nice when I did go."
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[personal profile] worstorganplayer 2023-06-07 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Snakes gave him a blank look. "Camper?"
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[personal profile] pinandcove 2023-06-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Maybe he's from like the past or something.

"Yeah, like a tiny apartment on wheels. Most people use them for long camping trips, but I live in mine."
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-07 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Canning them?" Whoops, does Degas sound aghast for a moment? Well, he is, but as he smoothes down the front of his vest and any stray disgust in his tone. "Not that I know of no, but a fine suggestion none the less. I'll be sure to bring it up at Temple on Sunday."

There's a quiet chuckle at the suggestion, not because it was a silly one. No, far from it, but it brings up fond memories. "Yes, those...Brutoks, I believe. Ms. Leeds is far more an expert than I, but believe it or not nigh on five years ago this was quite the bustling little town. It could very well be again, especially with you newcomers arriving on our shores."

He pauses, fingers steepling together. "The Mayor would be glad to hear any business venture you would put forth, I think. If you've the inclination. But I am getting ahead of myself. Degas Clayton, at your service."
preacher_in_reticence: playby: Waleed Zuaiter (Action - Talking)

Noooo not the turnips!!!

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-07 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Degas chuckles, a quiet, rumbling sort of noise. His gaze does linger on the stranger's pointed ears, brow furrowing for a moment. "Being clever helps bide the time around these parts, young miss. But I'm glad to hear you've been enjoying yourself even with our thread-bare celebration."

He sweeps a hand, gesturing towards the turnip-based objects rather than food. "I thought the strange little turnip flute was particularly brilliant. Although I don't have a talent for music. Do you?"
prise_de_fer: (fear - oh no!)

Burtok Invasion!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-07 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Mo'rtajha has been wandering the streets dressed in newcomers rags and with a cowled cape on to keep the villagers from staring too much even if her tails pokes out under the cape's hem. It also has helped shield her from accidentally looking at the little tree creatures everyone keeps talking about, at least so far.

Even under fabric she can easily hear the cry for help, however! It doesn't take her long to track the source and stumble upon Zelda ensnared in a trap.

"Oh! Prrray, stay still!" She calls out, over-exaggerating her r's out of habit. "How ever did you end up upside-down!?"
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Arrival!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-06-07 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Truth be told, Mo'rtajha took notice of the curious looking miqo'te across the tavern common from her straight away. The ears, so close to her own, but the tail so fluffy and luxurious! Not to mention the regal way in which she sat, watching everyone else with a keen eye. It takes Mo'rtajha a few minutes to work her way over, a mug of hot cider in her own hands. She flashes Ahri a bright, toothy smile.

"Quite new, in fact." She replies, tan-furred ears flicking with excited energy, her long tail mirroring them. She's already taken the liberty of rolling up the pants given to her, settled just below the knees, and linen shirt gathered up to tie off on one side to better hug her lithe frame.

"I thought it best to take such an offerrr," The miqo'te purrs, more out of habit, as she seats herself across from Ahri. "Considering the alternative. Was it not the same for you?"

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