@Bunnita Oh no don't worry not demanding at all! It totally went over my head anyway, so glad it got pointed out ^^
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The freak was scuttling around again, but Moss's initial fear of Elin had more or less turned to aggravation and general distaste by then. Clearly, the boy needed a leash, or at least some house training. When she noticed he was hiding away now, she smirked, twirling the hammer in her hand.
"Aye, you stay there."
The bespectacled man spoke up again, this time to her. At least he seemed a bit cautious, and though she was still cautious of him, [i]she[i] had a hammer, and he had...well, it looked like a box. Besides, she'd scrapped with folks bigger than him before, and unless he was one of those martial-arts types, she figured she and the hammer would handle well enough.
Chris, he said his name was. She was fairly certain she'd never met anyone who went by Chris, but there'd been a handful of Christopher's at the mines, and she'd met one or two Cristof's with the caravan. Which one this boy was, she didn't know, he looked fair to midland for either one, really.
Her hammer lowered, but still gripped tight, she began to look around again. Nothing caught her attention though, she'd gotten her deal from the room already, and if the two outside weren't dead soon, she'd probably be heading out there herself. But until she heard screams or otherwise, she was sitting tight right where she was.
"Moss," she said back to the other boy. "M'name's Moss. Y'got a pretty fancy tone to you."
"Aye, you stay there."
The bespectacled man spoke up again, this time to her. At least he seemed a bit cautious, and though she was still cautious of him, [i]she[i] had a hammer, and he had...well, it looked like a box. Besides, she'd scrapped with folks bigger than him before, and unless he was one of those martial-arts types, she figured she and the hammer would handle well enough.
Chris, he said his name was. She was fairly certain she'd never met anyone who went by Chris, but there'd been a handful of Christopher's at the mines, and she'd met one or two Cristof's with the caravan. Which one this boy was, she didn't know, he looked fair to midland for either one, really.
Her hammer lowered, but still gripped tight, she began to look around again. Nothing caught her attention though, she'd gotten her deal from the room already, and if the two outside weren't dead soon, she'd probably be heading out there herself. But until she heard screams or otherwise, she was sitting tight right where she was.
"Moss," she said back to the other boy. "M'name's Moss. Y'got a pretty fancy tone to you."
I think it'd be for the best if I changed my post at this point xD My apologies, I should've made a better deal about it, I'll change it and respond to the newer posts accordingly.
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Aaand fixed!
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Aaand fixed!
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The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her.
The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors.
Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.
The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.
"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"
It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.
The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her.
The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors.
Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.
The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.
"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"
It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.
I feel like eventually we're gonna need a way to cross over that barrier. We're gonna need to be able to work together at some point, and even though the tower of babel was a charming story, it didn't end too well xD
Sure just as soon as Moss pries them off :P
Pff, nah, I'm just keeping the page up while every now and then.
Also, you get +100000 points for that sawing logs pun, t2wave xD
Also, you get +100000 points for that sawing logs pun, t2wave xD
When the boy jumped and ran -or rather tried to run- Moss only stood even more on-end. He glared daggers at her, holding onto his tail like it was a lifeline. She gripped the hammer with both hands and glared back. The little demon thing might've looked like child but Moss had heard enough folktales to know that appearances weren't everything. Deception was key, and if this kid was lying behind some disguise she wasn't gonna fall for it.
And yet the other guy was coming to his defense?
"Are you serious it-" she recoiled when Elin spoke, brow furrowing. She'd run with plenty of gypsies before, folks from all over, and not a one spoke like that. "Look it's fok'n speakin in tongues, it's got a tail comin' out its arse for Christ's sake!"
And yet the other guy was coming to his defense?
"Are you serious it-" she recoiled when Elin spoke, brow furrowing. She'd run with plenty of gypsies before, folks from all over, and not a one spoke like that. "Look it's fok'n speakin in tongues, it's got a tail comin' out its arse for Christ's sake!"
She wasn't trampling she was running away, she just didn't care there were people there xD
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Moss didn't lower release her hammer, but she did seem to relax a little bit. The more she looked at the guy the less she was afraid of him, and the less she thought that he was the one to have done this. He didn't look like a sailor, in fact he didn't look like much of anything she'd ever seen. Besides, he was unarmed as far as she could tell.
Her attention turned back to the room, and she scuttled over to the long map on the table she'd snagged the hammer from. It was...definitely a map, that was for sure. It looked like one anyway, or what she imagined a map looked like -she'd never actually seen on before. Her interest in it died, and she looked back to the other bodies on the floor. She had half a mind to rifle their pockets, a few of these bastards looked pretty well off.
"Lot o' poor shites here," she mumbled, giving one a little kick to the foot, as if to test if they were awake. There was a burly man she thought might be most at home far from the sea, and a girl who looked...odd, to the say the least. Colorful. She had short hair though, like her. Then there was.
"Fok'n-" She jolted in surprise at the sight of Elin. "What the bloody hell is that?"
Moss didn't lower release her hammer, but she did seem to relax a little bit. The more she looked at the guy the less she was afraid of him, and the less she thought that he was the one to have done this. He didn't look like a sailor, in fact he didn't look like much of anything she'd ever seen. Besides, he was unarmed as far as she could tell.
Her attention turned back to the room, and she scuttled over to the long map on the table she'd snagged the hammer from. It was...definitely a map, that was for sure. It looked like one anyway, or what she imagined a map looked like -she'd never actually seen on before. Her interest in it died, and she looked back to the other bodies on the floor. She had half a mind to rifle their pockets, a few of these bastards looked pretty well off.
"Lot o' poor shites here," she mumbled, giving one a little kick to the foot, as if to test if they were awake. There was a burly man she thought might be most at home far from the sea, and a girl who looked...odd, to the say the least. Colorful. She had short hair though, like her. Then there was.
"Fok'n-" She jolted in surprise at the sight of Elin. "What the bloody hell is that?"
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