Candy

Defiance

Observed: @tex
Interaction... I hope: @Jensoman

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Contrary to what was assumed, Fauve hadn’t kept running. She had stopped on approach to the Tavern (which she had previously shown interest in) when the Myti pounced down from somewhere above. While Corc turned to greet the cat man, Fauve gave the orc a slap on the butt to let him know she was heading inside. She didn’t have time to shoot the breeze.

It was moments after she entered the tavern that Corc defended the Myti against the ensuing group of undead. This, Fauve wasn’t aware of, since she was already on her way upstairs to the second floor where she commenced to frantically searching the nearest room for new clothing. There really wasn’t a lot to choose from. She quickly settled on a sleeveless calico pullover tunic to take the place of her torn shirt, but had no time to find a new pair of shoes or a replacement for her shredded trousers before the sound of more trouble was heard growing outside.

Looking down from the window of the room she was in, she saw the pussy running away up the path toward the West gate. Apparently he was feeling a little skittish from the oncoming horde of hostiles, and had decided on leaving the fighting up to Corc. Quite the honorable cat he was. She wasn’t, however, really sure if Corc was about to run in the Myti’s footsteps or not, and she didn’t have time to watch on from above to find out.

Feeling oddly indebted to the orc for what they had been through together, Fauve raced down the stairs fast as her legs would take her. She snatched a roasted lamb thigh from a hook in the kitchen then raced back up the stairs and launched herself out the window without first looking to see if Corc was still down there. For one reason or another, she was just kinda taking a leap of faith that he was still there and ready to catch her. Clutching the lamb cut under one arm, she yelled out the orc’s name as she plummeted fast to whatever awaited below….

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Defiance

@Jensoman

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Fauve was wanted throughout the land for a good number of crimes, which is why she had already lied about her name to Gabriel and Jack. She didn't really see a big problem by sharing her true identity with this orc, but it was still better to be safe than sorry, for now anyway.

"Call me Fran. Good to meet ya there, Corcy! Gotta say," She laughed, "Even for me, this isn't the most conventional way to be meeting someone."

The crowd of undead and necromancers had cleared a great deal on their journey towards the West gate, though there were a few stragglers around, which she and Corc were quick to eliminate. Aside from that, Fauve was enjoying the ride.

"Well, Corc the Orc," She suggested, swiveling at the waist to face forward again, "if you really need to eat, shouldn't be too big a deal." She gave him a slap on his massive deltoid and leaned past his head so he could see where she was pointing. "You see that Tavern over there on our right? Rumor has it the owner of that establishment is a little on the indisposed side of things. So I'm guessing we could stop by and grab ourselves some free grub before heading out of this shithole of a town. What do ya say?"

She jumps from Corc’s shoulder now and runs alongside him in direction of the tavern, which is when she spots a person heading up the path to the West gate. From what she could make out at that distance, this person was carrying another individual over their shoulder. Seems to be she wasn’t the only one hitching a ride to safety that morning.

More than just food was on Fauve's mind though. She was in need of a change of attire and was currently quite the sight for sore eyes. Prior the battle, her right butt cheek was already exposed from a tear in the rear of her trousers. Now she had a boob hanging out from the rip in her shirt as well. Her trouser legs were also shredded from the many times she had transformed her limbs to sharp weapons, and her shoes, well, they had long since gone and perished during the battle. This is one reason why Fauve generally dressed in nothing more than ragged clothing. Not much point in spoiling the finer variety of attire.

“I can probably find something to wear in one of the rooms while you’re getting a bite from the kitchen.”

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@Jensoman

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Fauve had a saying: “Don’t try drinking an ocean of water.”

It was plain damn obvious at this point that she and the Orc could have kept on fighting till the cows came strolling home, but they weren’t about to win this battle. They were outnumbered, simple as that. Winning the battle was never Fauve’s intention to begin with anyway. Hell, it had been a bit of fun to fight the undead, but the real reason for doing so had already expired: All the civilians within the immediate vicinity had fled, either to the west gate or somewhere else in town. There was no one left here to save and she wasn’t about to diddle about in harm’s way for no good reason.

Fauve realized her work in this area was done at the same time one of the Orc’s ground slams set her off balance and subsequently almost got her struck by a stray flaming arrow. First regained her footing, she then made her next move: Jumping high and moving fast, she using the heads of the nearby undead as stepping stones to get closer to the Orc, and when close enough, she took a hard leap and landed right on top of him. She straddled to the orc like a little girl might take a ride on her daddy’s shoulders, and raised her voice above the sound of the battle.

“Now you listen to me, you big, bad bastard! In case you haven’t noticed we are already outnumbered and they just keep coming. We won’t be winning this battle today. Look around, Orc, there’s no people here left to save! So go! Go now!”

While Fauve was yelling, she swiveled to turn at the waist. Her torso was now facing backwards, while her legs were still facing forward and straddled to Corc’s shoulders. Her left forearms also opened up to an expansion of dense bone that took the form of a shield, while the bone of her right arm extended like a three meter sword from the flesh of her hand.

“And don’t worry about a damn thing! I’ve got your back - you take care of the front! Now giddy up! Get us the hell out of here!!”

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@Jensoman

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The group of people at the North Gate had clearly heard Fauve yelling at them to flee to the West gate, because a few of them actually listened and started running in a westerly direction. It came as no surprise that the majority of them were too dense to move their asses out of there.

In her peripheral vision, Fauve noticed a large singular body approaching her from the right. She knew what it was, since prior to her little bout with the five undead, she’d caught sight of an Orc swatting his way through a number of pesky undead of his own not far from her own position. He was kinda hard to miss, but she doubted he was a threat to her. As he continued to approach Fauve now, she pretended not to notice until he stepped right up alongside her and announced his testament to her strength, with an added concern for her safety.

Fauve looked to meet with the Orc. Her face was a tad contorted to express her irritation for the stupid people at the North Gate. She looked the Orc’s mass of muscle up and down while maintaining the irritated expression, and yet she still found a second to stare at his groin area before replying.

“Whatever you say, Big Boy.”

The Orc moved on to the gate, and it was good to know he had some smarts about him, proven by the fact that he was backing her up on the call to head for the West gate. She kinda had to laugh, though, since watching the big bastard commence to battling the undead was sort of like watching some mean kid beating small animals around with a bat in his backyard. He sure was enjoying himself, and she instantly took a liking toward him for that. Always good to make the best of a bad situation.

Lo and behold, the party crashers came to ruin the entertainment. While the main front of undead from the East were now closing in on the Orc and the group of people he was sheltering, a heavy blunt force caused the North gate to burst from its seams and came crashing down on some of the civilians there.

And that’s what happens when you don’t listen to reason

Not surprising in the least, the new opening to town gave way to another flood of undead in the company of numerous magic wielding individuals who instantly starting throwing their weight around.

Seems the fun was only just getting started.

Now the remaining civilians had themselves the kick they needed to start running, and that’s exactly what they did. Though many were quickly killed by the onslaught of the arriving horde, the others screamed and finally started running in direction of the West Gate.

Fauve didn’t take the Orc’s advice. There was no backing down now. Besides, she couldn’t let him have all the fun.

“Welcome to the party!” She called out in a battle cry tone that ended with a laugh. Demon horns grew from her head for added effect as she charged in to aid the Orc in battle. Her inhuman agility and speed was, for now, keeping her free from the path of spells being cast, while she tore her own path through the advancing horde in a frenzy of slashing, weapon-shaped limbs.

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Only a few short moments after the invading horde was heard to breach the East wall of Nadska, two rogue skeletons from said horde managed defy every damn law of physics and arrived outside the tavern on the West of town. Less surprisingly, the equivocate Elf and that handsome Jack managed to make short work of these skeletons with incredible ease.

Fauve avoided dealing with the likes of monsters where at all possible. That didn’t mean she was a coward at all, she just didn’t see the point in putting her life in danger without good reason. Turns out, the current situation was good a reason as any. There was the option of following the path of the bookworm runner out the West Gate to probable safety, and she considered that prospect with a thoughtful scratch of her exposed butt cheek, but the problem with fleeing would be the resulting remorse. As much as she would never admit it to any other bastard around, she had a little thing called a conscience. The sum of people in this town were too weak and pathetic to protect themselves against this sort of thing.

Jack was already on rout to the heart of the action with flail and tavern door in hands when Fauve made up her mind. She gave Gabriel a pat on the shoulder in passing, though she didn’t say a word, taking the road that led to the north of town where the panicked cries of many Nadska residents could be heard.

The treed crowd of screamers at the North Gate came into view at the same time that a dispatch of five undead broke away from the horde, their sights set on Fauve. Thing about the undead, is they give no mind to clever tactics. Running at full charge, an anticipated arrow was the first to be released from one of the five and easily blocked by Fauve. Gnarling with discomfort, she had extended one arm well beyond the reach of human ability, seizing the leading skeleton by the neck and using its body as a shield. The hand gripping the skeletons neck then became a scissor-like tool that clamped shut to remove its head before the creature had time to raise its sword against her. While the archer stopped to prepare a second arrow, the other three melee wielding undead continued their futile advance. The two on the outside of the three had no time to prepare for the instant it took for Fauve to extend the bones of her arms like swords, and lop off their heads with an inwards swing. Not having enough momentum in that action to sever the head of the one in the middle, the two blades of her assault quickly turned to hands - one latching to the handle of its mace, the other grabbing its shoulder to keep it at bay - while the fabric of Fauve’s shirt tore open and her boob speared out through its eye. Its skull then busted open as her spear-shaped boob expanded like tongs. No longer than a second after the first arrow was released, she then pivoted on one foot while her other leg took the form of a club and spun about in a circular kick to smash the skull of the archer.

With first a laugh and a dust of her hands, Fauve continued in direction of the crowd at the gate and yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Run, you stupid bunch of imbeciles! The West Gate is clear!”

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Fauve had to laugh when the runner ran right into Gabriel, nothing like a moronic incident to get a giggle out of her. Cheap thrills, that’s about the sum of her life. The incident did ring true from one perspective though, this running bookworm had some important matter going on to be in such a hurry, especially at this time of night. Honestly, she didn’t give two damns about what important matters the guy had going on, but since Fauve, as usual, had little better to do, she leaned in against Jack to view the map.

The map wasn’t really anything special, and resembled one made by those dumbass pirate types who were stupid enough to mark off the location of their treasure on a piece of parchment. Nothing like being so blatantly dumb that you need to make a drawing to remember where you hid your wealth. That of course didn’t mean this was a treasure map of any kind, especially since crossing off an entire town and circling a nearby forest didn’t exactly mark a specific spot, but it did amuse Fauve’s mind just a little to entertain the thought of it for a passing minute.

“You are right about one thing, Gabe,” She said, taking her weight off Jack and looking in direction the runner had gone, “this map could mean anything, and it’s because of that I’m not too overly keen on traipsing after the guy. Hell, he might have just been running because he’s late getting to bed with a whore for the night, and the map could be no more than his recently expired travel plans. Nadska’s been done and done, so to speak.”

She reached up and plucked a small twig from the tree, stuck one end in her mouth to chew it while mulling the situation over a tad more. She looked up the road. She looked down the road. She looked back at the tavern. She spat the twig from her mouth.

“You know what?’ She said, gave her crotch another hefty scratch. “I don’t really give a shit either way, but I haven’t got nothing better to do either. That’s my life in a nutshell, to be perfectly honest, so I’m up for a little mosey around if you two are. Might even turn out to be a bit of fun.”

She chugs back a few swallows of wine and tosses the empty bottle aside.

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The only downfall of drinking a bit while on a stomach otherwise full of fruit, is nature calling a little too often. Fortunately for Fauve, Jack marked the perfect spot to conduct such business.

She moseyed on over and jerked down her tattered trousered, giving absolutely no appearance of feeling any shame for her exposure, and then squatted with her back against the tree, one hand gripped to Jacks pant belt for extra support.

“Ohhh, yeah…. Well, ain’t that the greatest feeling ever?” She said, letting it flow.

Having gone done and relieved herself, she stands to tug her trousers back up, and figuring there wasn’t really anything else to do at that time, she slugs Jack’s shoulder with a sense of rough fun and introduces herself.

“Name’s Fran, Handsome.” She said. Holds out her grubby hand and gives him a wink. “You got a name as well, or did you trade it with that traveler for them Gauntlets of yours?”

Naturally, being a wanted woman in various towns and cities across the land didn't exactly present the luxury of sharing her true identity with a perfect stranger. That wouldn't have been very smart at all.

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Fauve chugged back half a bottle of some well refined, sweet berry wine when she stepped outside. In her other hand she had a stick of bread, which she savagely tore a strip from and chomped at it with mouth open while taking herself a good gander around at the immediate goings on.

Jack was being his usual collective self. Gabriel was behaving in his usual conservative way. The pussy and his little group of misfit friends were prodding and conferring about something or another over by a grassy knoll. The other guards hadn’t yet any reason to suspect foul play, of course, so there wasn’t any sign of them as of yet.

Having herself enough of the bread, she discarded the remainder of the stick over her shoulder and made her way to the center of the road without having anything specific in mind to act on.

A simple ‘hey’ to Gabriel in passing, and a grinning jerk-back of her head to acknowledge Jack, would have to do for now. Making her presence known to the two of them, she commenced to scratching her crotch while sinking back another chug of that tasty wine.

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"You don't know that." Fauve says in regards to Gabriel's It's not our business, but it didn't look like that girl's business either. comment. "Looked to me like she figured she had a damn good reason for killing little tubby man here." She's still grinning with amusement over the incident, though. "No need to mention this to anyone." She adds, scratching her crotch thoughtfully, yet at the same time snickering some at Jacks comments. "I sure don't fancy guards at all and I'd prefer not be badgered with question by them either. I'm guess'n we just tuck the tubby bastards body away in a cupboard and cover the blood with a mat. That'll buy us some time to wander on out of this place before anyone else becomes wise to what going on."

Squatting, Fauve searched the corpse for any valuables and sticks a few items in her shoulder bag, after which she opens a nearby cupboard and shoves the body inside. It was certainly a tight squeeze given the fat mans proportions. After giving a few hefty kicks she got him to fit just fine. Closing the cupboard she pulled a mat over the blood then dashed her hands together in a gesture to suggest the job was done.

"Now, let's see here," She said, and gave Jack and Gabriel a cunning smirk, "I'm suspecting the drinks and food are on the house for the time that be, and to be honest I don't fancy heading upstairs because, you know, bringing more attention to what we already know isn't going to help any one of us. So let's take what we want and vacate this shithole. There are other lodgings in this town if sleep is something you're after. What do ya say?"

Not really giving a damn if the other two were going to follow her example or not, she exits the kitchen and starts casually removing a few select beverages from bar shelves, adding them to her bag, and opens the money drawer to retrieve whatever more valuable coins were in there as well.

"Not too shabby a score." She mutters quietly, still laughing some.

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Fauve just kinda ignored Lui's comment as the wannabe boy departed the premises in chase of her cat friend. Normally she may have had something to say about a remark like that, but her attention was diverted when the flute player at the next table in the company of that shady looking girl, was being ushered roughly away by some town guard who, by the look on his face, was preparing to have himself a good time upstairs.

After that was the point when Gabriel started his reply to Fauve's inquisition, and already getting bored with the whole foot in the face thing, she removes her foot from the table. By the time Gabriel had finished with his response, the shady girl at the next table had already left as well, and by the look on her face she seemed to be a whole lot of serious about something.

"Sounds to me like you might be a merchant of types." Fauve replied to Gabriel, not to put too fine a point on his business, but then, she wasn't really interested in the first place. Just attempting to keep herself amused.

Fauve then listened to whatever else Gabriel may have wanted to reply with, and by time he finished speaking (or maybe he hadn't replied with anything at all) She was feeling a little antsy about the night in general. "So hows about you and me go up for a little fun of our own, Tender Love?" She says, giving Gabriel another wink; "Promise not to break your wallet. I'm dirt cheap, but I'll sure as heck show you the time of your life."

Gabriel may or may not have been taken aback by fauve's sudden proposition, but whether he answered straight away or not, Fauve chose that moment to look around the room, just a little curios to the situation at hand, and that was when she noticed the shady girl again, now exiting the kitchen with a bloody dagger in hand and heads up the stairs to the rooms. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.

"Now, Gentlemen," Fauve says, looking back at Jack and Gabriel with a grin. "tell me you saw that too."

Not waiting for a reply, she gets up from her seat and heads on out back to the kitchen to see what little nasty surprises that shady girl had left behind.

"Well, that's good," She laughed, looking down at the plump bartender lying in his own blood on the floor, "I was in need of a little excitement tonight."

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