ZelpheonCheshire resisted an 'I told you so', mainly because it was smarmy and obnoxious, and somewhat because she was as much to blame as the other two. But what to do..? It did occur to her that it might be good to fight. But that thought was quickly dismissed - violence only begot more violence, and it was violent acts that had gotten them into this situation in the first place.
"We're sorry to have broken the urns; we could pay some reparations, perhaps?"
It was a little presumptuous, perhaps, but if it got the spear pointed away from them, then she, at least, would be happy. She wrapped her arms about herself, and glanced about awkwardly. She felt somewhat embarrassed, if she was honest. And as she did so, she noticed that things looked and sounded better - or was it her eyes that were better now? Did this change have some bearing on the actions of the people here..? That would explain their non-action before now, even if it didn't make a lot of sense.
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"Uh... Huh..." Somewhat unconsciously, her head tilted to one side in a confused pose, though she straightened up soon enough. So... No law enforcement, Hmm? No 'deputy or sheriff', as he had put it. So unsolicited destruction of property was okay..?
That gave her an idea. An idea of sorts, anyway. More like a seed of an idea: if they could get just a few gems from an urn, then would something bigger result in more gems? Hmm... That really was a terrible idea, but it did have a certain appeal...
She turned her back on the cowboy, and faced a building which, after a quick peer into a window, seemed uninhabited. Now... How was she going to do this..? She ended up with closed eyes, and a hand folded into a 'gun' shape, pointed towards the building. All this seemed like it was going to be for nothing, though, as nothing much happened. She tried again. Nothing. And again. Nothing.
"Oh for--" she had flapped her arm towards the building in a dismissive gesture, and in that motion, a little spark of something had flown from her fingertips, and exploded with a small 'whumpf' noise against the side of the building,
... Awesome. Just had to build up from there.
That gave her an idea. An idea of sorts, anyway. More like a seed of an idea: if they could get just a few gems from an urn, then would something bigger result in more gems? Hmm... That really was a terrible idea, but it did have a certain appeal...
She turned her back on the cowboy, and faced a building which, after a quick peer into a window, seemed uninhabited. Now... How was she going to do this..? She ended up with closed eyes, and a hand folded into a 'gun' shape, pointed towards the building. All this seemed like it was going to be for nothing, though, as nothing much happened. She tried again. Nothing. And again. Nothing.
"Oh for--" she had flapped her arm towards the building in a dismissive gesture, and in that motion, a little spark of something had flown from her fingertips, and exploded with a small 'whumpf' noise against the side of the building,
... Awesome. Just had to build up from there.
Cheshire had finally caught up to the cowboy dude and the smoking dude. Finally. If she was honest, some part of her wanted to be annoyed that nobody waited, but the majority of her was just glad she's finally managed it. Now, now she wouldn't let them out of her sight, lest they run off again. Although she kind of doubted that they did this stuff on purpose. They probably thought it quite normal to let people do things on their own.
Not that any of that stuff was particularly important. What was important was figuring out why they were smashing urns. Actually...
"Isn't that vandalism or something?" She gestured to the urns as she said this, "What're you going to do if somebody comes along to get their urn?"
She felt kind of stupid just saying that, really. There was something obvious that she was missing here... But what was it?
Not that any of that stuff was particularly important. What was important was figuring out why they were smashing urns. Actually...
"Isn't that vandalism or something?" She gestured to the urns as she said this, "What're you going to do if somebody comes along to get their urn?"
She felt kind of stupid just saying that, really. There was something obvious that she was missing here... But what was it?
... it's probably a really awful idea, but after reading the IC posts I missed, I kinda want to go provoke some Cuccos.
Edit: or, you know, pick a fight with a building. Because why not.
Edit: or, you know, pick a fight with a building. Because why not.
Will do - I left it vague because I'm not gonna be able to post tonight, so (theoretically) I can just hop in when I am able to post
Well, Cheshire remembered why sports weren't a thing that she really did a whole lot of. Though the horrible tightness in the chest that tended to happen if she tried to run too far, it was still deeply unpleasant. Because, you know, it was running.
What was she doing, anyway? Joining up with some random strangers? Why? Because there was nothing better to do? Though she didn't stop running, it did strike her that it was a very weak reason for doing... Well, anything, really.
And that cowboy dude... What was his deal, anyway? He seemed kinda decent, she guessed, but what was with that 'slicker' nonsense? Thinking about it, what was the deal with everybody? They seemed kind of... Odd, at least from what she'd seen. Not that anything could really be considered 'normal' here.
Well, perhaps she was overthinking this. For now, all she had to do was catch up. She could ponder later.
What was she doing, anyway? Joining up with some random strangers? Why? Because there was nothing better to do? Though she didn't stop running, it did strike her that it was a very weak reason for doing... Well, anything, really.
And that cowboy dude... What was his deal, anyway? He seemed kinda decent, she guessed, but what was with that 'slicker' nonsense? Thinking about it, what was the deal with everybody? They seemed kind of... Odd, at least from what she'd seen. Not that anything could really be considered 'normal' here.
Well, perhaps she was overthinking this. For now, all she had to do was catch up. She could ponder later.
So, trying to run after everybody else in poorly designed clothing? Sound like a plan.
Also I love the term 'She-Bass'. That's amazing.
Also I love the term 'She-Bass'. That's amazing.
Oh! People! They hadn't heard her, but they were quite far away, and did seem to be busy with whatever it was that they were doing. Still, Cheshire hadn't seen anybody else, so they were certainly the best bet for the moment.
Thus began the rather awkward space of time in which she was running, hitching her... Cape up like a dress so she could run, and yelling, albeit somewhat quieter than she would have liked, at the people up ahead.
Did they want company? She had no idea. But it was worth a try. If not... Well, if not there might be some value in tagging along quietly, anyway.
"Hey, wait up, would'ya?"
Thus began the rather awkward space of time in which she was running, hitching her... Cape up like a dress so she could run, and yelling, albeit somewhat quieter than she would have liked, at the people up ahead.
Did they want company? She had no idea. But it was worth a try. If not... Well, if not there might be some value in tagging along quietly, anyway.
"Hey, wait up, would'ya?"
...Falling... Falling... Falling? Falling?
Cheshire's eyes snapped open as the realisation suddenly sunk in. Oh crap. Oh crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. What was going on? And what was wrong with her eyes? Her own body looked okay, if somewhat... U feminine, but everything else... If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought that she'd fallen into a video game.
But nah. That was stupid.
She shut her eyes, in anticipation of striking the ground. It wasn't as painful as she had been expecting: sure, it was a hard impact, and the collision knocked the wind out of her, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she was expecting. And as she lay, crumpled on the ground, it ebbed away quite quickly.
Well then... Some kind of plan was necessary... Perhaps try to find some people? Maybe they knew what was going on? Maybe they wouldn't, but it was better than nothing. Besides, aesthetics aside, she didn't appear to have any weapons, and there was safety in numbers, right?
She walked for a while, examining the clothes that had appeared around her body - they were familiar, certainly. A jumpsuit that was a little tight for her liking, a cloaky, capey thing that was much better, and if the low-res shadow was anything to go by, there was some pretty impressive headgear going on.
"Hello?" She called out, and then immediately caught herself by the throat. What was wrong with her voice? Ugh... This was turning out to be a real drag... "Anybody out here?"
Cheshire's eyes snapped open as the realisation suddenly sunk in. Oh crap. Oh crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. What was going on? And what was wrong with her eyes? Her own body looked okay, if somewhat... U feminine, but everything else... If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought that she'd fallen into a video game.
But nah. That was stupid.
She shut her eyes, in anticipation of striking the ground. It wasn't as painful as she had been expecting: sure, it was a hard impact, and the collision knocked the wind out of her, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she was expecting. And as she lay, crumpled on the ground, it ebbed away quite quickly.
Well then... Some kind of plan was necessary... Perhaps try to find some people? Maybe they knew what was going on? Maybe they wouldn't, but it was better than nothing. Besides, aesthetics aside, she didn't appear to have any weapons, and there was safety in numbers, right?
She walked for a while, examining the clothes that had appeared around her body - they were familiar, certainly. A jumpsuit that was a little tight for her liking, a cloaky, capey thing that was much better, and if the low-res shadow was anything to go by, there was some pretty impressive headgear going on.
"Hello?" She called out, and then immediately caught herself by the throat. What was wrong with her voice? Ugh... This was turning out to be a real drag... "Anybody out here?"
Did my CS get buried and not looked at, or is it okay? I guess I sound a little impatient - not my intention, really. I just want to get in before I lose track of what's going on.
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