[centre][b]West Watch Tower[/b]
Draza, soothing aura and too innocent to kill, acrobatic, slippery, sharp

Featuring tonnes of writing from [b]Maeven Lucre[/b] and [b]Meryl Slothychild[/b][/centre]
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Sweet mother of Lada, it worked. Draza could almost feel her heart stop as she was able to touch Meryl and win this game. They had done it, Gustavo was stopped just long enough for Meryl to do something silly and childish, and the fear of doom was gone. Everything was going to be okay.

Seeing the fight was over, Maeven sighs in relief and puts away her guns. She stands up, brushing herself off and grabs Draza's bag, filching a few cookies for herself. Chewing them absentmindedly, the mechanist woman strolls casually to the golem and plucks out its soulstone after hearing the drow and golemancer make a big deal about needing one. She grins to herself and pockets it alongside her other stuff as she stretches. She surveys over the damage to Fafnir and grimaces. Sure enough, the dragon needed some big repairs. Chances were, this small town would not be offering metal cheap. Maybe leathers would patch the wings well. The leg, she'd have to do some patch jobs. If she was lucky, she'd find some oil to replace his stores.

Wrinkling her nose, she goes back and starts clamping down the lines to cease the flood. All the while, she was feeling anger pouring out of the soulstone. The dragon, as much as he despised his body, did not like being out of it for long. She looks at Meryl, a cookie in her own mouth before she chomps it down wipes her hands off. She goes to wipe her brow of sweat and manages to just streak the oil across her face. “Hey kid, want to meet a dragon? He's a bit of a whiner, though.” Her every instinct was telling her to clock this kid now, but she was making a new start now. It wouldn't look good to start up old habits. Even if she had a stone to fill. That, and given how much damage her guardian wrecked on Faf, she did not want to be on the receiving end herself.

“Gahrul,” Draza said, giving Meryl a look before turning to her plushy, “You did a terrible job of defending me. She got a sweet.” Draza tries to keep up the act of pleasantries, even though she now holds something in her hand that’s far too large for her to be safely fumbling with. Turning back to Meryl, she gave a quick look at the stolen sweet, “Oh, and she got a good one at that. Was going to give that one to the Queens.” She goes to cross her arms, but realizes that doing so may cause her to accidentally press the button and blow everyone up.

That would be bad, so she doesn’t. Instead she looks at her assortment of companions, in various states of unpleasantness, before her eyes catch on to Maeven. The woman had machines, knowledge of technology probably. This thing was technology. Perhaps it’d be best to let her hold it. Heck, maybe she could even do something with the bomb for later? Do something with the bomb involving far fewer civilian casualties. Hopefully.

"Oooh, a dragon?" She asks curiously. "... Giant lizard, squinty eyed people are terrified of it, shoots fire breath?"

She snorts and taps the rust bucket behind her, “He's big alright, and somehow manages to glare without proper eyes. Scares people often enough too. Course, I'm the one that coughs fire.” She winks and pats Blunderbuster. “I was thinking about getting him to fly again. I could even give you a ride if you think you can stop picking on poor townspeople. I have to pick up the supplies from them to wake Faf up, after all.”

She blinks in curiosity. "Fly?" It was pretty blatant she was quite naive at this point. "...And... Picking on?"

She arches her brow, looking at the townsfolk around them still getting their bearings, “Yeah, kid, you gave them a real fright. Its not really nice. They aren't as tough as some of us.” She crouches down to get on the girl's level. “And yes, fly. Up in the skies. Not sure if you can manage that yourself, but on a beast like Faf here, its got to be a whole new experience.” She offers her hand out, messed as it may be. “I'm Maeven, by the way.”

"Fear?..." She says, as though lacking comprehension on what that is. "Well, you know who I am!... What are you doing?" Meryl stares at the extended hand, not knowing what to do with it except to poke it curiously.

She chuckles and pokes Meryl's hand back, “Its a handshake, people do it sometimes when they meet.” To make a point, she clasps her hands together and shakes them with a goofy grin. “And fear is... Its when you get real scared, stuff you don't understand that just makes you want to run and hide. These people thought they were going to die...” She furrows her brow, giving Meryl a seriously look for a moment, “You know what dying is, right? When people never wake up again?...”

"Uhh..." She scratches the back of her head. "Well..." She coughs nervously. "...They do when Sloth tells them to! So... This... Die, isn't so bad!" Meryl grins innocently, shaking both of her hands in front of herself. "Handshake... You mortals are so weeeeird!"

She frowns and lightly takes Meryl's hand in her own, “Like this... This is a hand shake.” She gives a gentle shake before letting her hand drop. “And dying, its real bad... A lot of people go their whole lives trying to find out how to avoid it. Even Faf, my dragon. Cuz once you die, you're gone... You can never wake up, never dream, never see the people or things you love.”

 "... Of course you can! Loads of people wake up where I come from after they leave where they once were!... Mostly bad people though..." She says softly as she looks down at her feet and kicks at the dirt. "But it's okay, no matter how many times they fall down Sloth said we could bring them back up."

“Erm, Maeven? Do you think you could hold this for me? It’s like, half my size, I don’t think I should be holding it,” she said, interrupting the conversation of death.

Maeven looks to Draza and takes the device, giving it a quick look over. Oh it was tempting to press that button. But better not. She looks at Meryl and shakes her head, “Its not the same here, Meryl. When you hurt people. They can stay hurt for a long time, or could die and never wake up. I don't know who Sloth is, and he sounds like an alright guy, but here in the mortal realm... Its not the same.” She blinks for a moment before gently setting the control device down. “But we can talk about this later, and a lot of other things. For now...” Maeven swipes three fingers over her own cheeks, smearing oil and grease before dotting her nose with her thumb. “I'm a kitty, meow.” She felt bad for the kid, it seemed like she didn't know much of anything but what this Sloth told her. A shudder goes down her spine. Hopefully, she was not talking about THE Sloth, at least.

"... Kitty?" She asks curiously, yet again belying her complete ignorance of the mortal realm.

Draza tried to quickly pick up on the conversation going on around her. Death, kitties, sleeping, jazz hands. All of which Meryl seemed completely ignorant of. Also, the persistent mention of Sloth. However, at her query about kitties, Draza stepped in with her words once more, "Kitty, it's small, young, furry animal, cute and playful. I'm sure that we can show you one when we're done here. That is," she cranes her head, having to stand on one leg to properly peer around and give Gustavo a look, "If your sugary friend doesn't mind." She rights herself back to her present company, "They're harmless, unless you're allergic. In which case," she took a breath in and fake sneezed in a high pitch, pretended to sniffle, and rubbed her nose, "Not as fun."

Gustavo remained on his back, staring up at Aeyr and Abida. "Yeah... Right... Fun..." He remarks with a snide tone of voice as his eyes watch for any potential attempt on his life. Meryl on the other hand continues to be fascinated with the idea of a kitten, and seems to try to make an illusory figure of one. She gets a ball of fur. With a sigh she lets the image go, and it vanishes. "Argh."

"Don't worry about making a fake one. Real kitties are better than fake ones. Just like real sweets are better than fake ones. Speaking of I'm going to have to make some more real ones..." Draza said.

Maeven blinks at the girl, crooking her head to he side before reaching into her own bag and drawing out a simple wind-up toy. She winds the gears in her hand before dropping it on the ground. The ball of metal shudders for a moment before beginning to unfurl itself slowly into the figure of a cat, stumbling about and and making staggering mewling gestures. At the end, it begins to shudder once more before returning to its balled state. “They look a little like that...” She looks at Draza before sighing. “I'll figure out something with the device. Maybe I can disable it for good...”

"Disable it for good?" Draza asked, curious. "Erm, while that's certainly better than blowing it up here, we may need a big boom in the future. Either to blow up some big jerk, or maybe just to celebrate. Explosions are great for parties... at a distance. Speaking of," she turns to Meryl, "How big of a boom is it?"

Maeven shakes her head, “Not important, Draza. I'm shutting it down. We don't need something like that laying around active in the middle of a town.” She stands up, scooping up the device once more before drawing out her toolkit to start working on the remote device herself. “Here's hoping I don't trigger it... Otherwise your question will be answered before we get extra crispy.”

"Eep!" Draza steps back and quickly twirls around to those around them, "Erm, guys?" her voice is certainly far too quiet to get the attention of everyone at first, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. "Guys!" she flailed her arms before stopping, and pulling out her lute. This thing would make people pay attention to her, darn it. She strummed her fingers along the strings and quickly sang a little diddy, "Maeven tinkers with, the detonator, fare we give wide breadth, leave now not later!" That sung, she swung the lute around her back, grabbed Meryl's hand, and tried to go off running with the girl to a hopefully safe distance.