Soul Works - IC

[Player2]

"Agreed~" Bree half sang in response to her allies thought. She wagered these grass-beings would choose to stay in the area that camouflaged them best. Plus, it'd give the humans the high ground, and they could rain death down on the stupid plants. A hail of destruction! Or maybe just a light shower of pain. A drizzle of...

Oh, nevermind that Bree thought, eyeing one of the creatures eye-holes. She wondered where it's friend had gone, and if he planned on coming back. Maybe he'd gotten bored with the new creatures. More likely was the option he was going to go sound the dinner bell though. Bree didn't like the idea of being nibbled by plant beasts. Plus, she wasn't much of a dinner person. Breakfast and mid-afternoon brunch was more like it. With pancakes wrapped around sausage. The thought that perhaps the plant beings had a yummy meaty center swam through her mind, her mouth watering a bit at the prospect. Her stomach growled. She hoped the plant beings wouldn't taken it as a sign of aggression. She'd never live down being killed by a pointy salad.

The cliff face leading to the plateau loomed ever closer as they slowly inched towards it. The creatures didn't seem to agitated by the thought of the trio climbing away from them, which hopefully meant they just wanted the newcomers to shove off, and not that they were going to force them against the rocks and then pincushion them. Or maybe the thought that things could climb was a foreign concept to them. That'd be lovely. They'd watch in stunned silence as the trio rose into the sky like gods, they're mouthy-eye-thingy agape in wonder. Then Bree would smash them all from atop the cliff with her extendable sign, laughing manically. She was not a kind god.

Just a little bit closer... Bree thought, picking up the pace a bit.

[Nekomancer]

Without much else to do, Martin rolled with the punches and followed the girls. Vivian asked if it was still familiar, but Martin's mouth was preoccupied with placating the monsters. Rather than vocalizing even a fraction of how un-Oz-like this had become, he just shook his head back and forth while he continued to mutter soothingly at the nearest manbush.

The plateau was a welcome sight, because it at least meant that they might have some place to go to. In his mind, that was a lot better than continuing along a featureless road and being stalked by those things the whole way. Change was probably something they wanted, considering their predicament. On the other hand, considering all of what had happened things were going remarkably well. Nobody had been harpooned, skewered, punctured, or otherwise pierced. That's one point for diplomacy, the pen was at least as mighty as the... Suddenly Martin kind of wished there'd been a huge fountain pen on the weapon wall. Then again, the whole 'choose your weapon' thing had been kinda overwhelming. It's not like he actually knew how to use any of them. The net was probably a smart choice, if only because he could use it as a rope or to haul junk around in a pinch.

Actually, thinking about all of that now was kind of a exercise in futility. He'd gotten what he'd gotten, and there was no turning back now. The net didn't seem hugely useful in this particular situation, so he'd just have to toughen up and hack it with his newly found mystic mojo. So, without further ado Martin made his way over towards the incline with the intention of scrambling up it at the fastest pace he could manage.