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"Ooohh, Samantha!" Raquelle knew her mother wouldn't approve of the new girl. She stifled a grin of pleasure at the chance to gossip her complaints. "Well first of all she's dressed in some horrendous carnival outfit, and her hair is a complete wreck, and she smells like she's never heard of perfume. She's always talking to the Marshal -- and I mean always -- and I think she's a witch and she's put some kind of spell on him, because he talks to her. You know the Marshal, he never talks to anyone he doesn't have to, but I caught him smiling. She's got him bewitched. And I think Dorothea likes her, which worries me, Mother. Samantha is a double agent, isn't she? I knew it. Well, I've already set to getting rid of her, don't worry. I've put a few drops of pataliss potion in Liam's drink -- and come morning I'll say I saw her do it, and she'll be exiled if not executed on the spot. And the spell on the Marshal will be broken and all your plans will be as smooth as silk."
Sam. August stared after her, unsure how close he could get without trapping himself as well, horrified at the vacant look on her face -- as if she were already halfway gone. How could he have let this happen? He'd promised to protect her, to take her home to her family, and he'd failed. He'd already begun to rely on her for his sanity, to carry on hope that the queen could be destroyed without war -- hope, in the simplest of terms, was Sam herself. And now --

His sword flinched when a voice spoke, and he watched the fae girl warily, instinctively distrustful of anything that wasn't mortal -- but her words struck a chord in his chest, and rage seethed up from his stomach. She was chosen by a malevolent fairy! As if she were simply a toy that could be plucked away, a new shiny thing to be played with! He glared out at the floating blue lights, and the tears in Sam's eyes that might just be the remnant of her own mind screaming, and he wouldn't, couldn't allow anyone else to die or disappear.

August took a step forward, seething with anger. "How do I help her?" he demanded in a snarl to the fae girl -- but he was impatient for an answer, and the girl talked too slowly. "Sam!" he roared, trying to be heard over whatever it was she was dancing to, whatever possessed her and pulled her through the veil. He rushed around the edge of the circle, but he still dared not step over the edge. He stretched his hand in, reaching for her. "Sam, get out of there! Listen to me!" He glanced, enraged, at the fae. "What do I do!"
"A phone." Felix repeated the word with emphasis, to be sure he had heard her correctly. He laughed again, but he stifled himself and cleared his throat again, terribly passing off his amusement as a tickle in his throat. It took him an honest moment to realize she was actually serious. Still, he tried to suppress a grin while he responded. "We're a dozen miles out from Philadelphia. The nearest telephone might be at a post office a few hours' walk down the south road, but I wouldn't count on it." Only very rich people and some city government buildings had telephones -- and even then, they were basically useless unless you wanted to talk to a rich person or a senator. Felix could only conclude that this laboratory she had evidently just escaped from was extremely important and extremely well-equipped, to have a telephone installed. He was starting to get nervous, that maybe someone was looking for her, to bring her back.

He stepped over a stream and reached out to help her across. "So, does everyone in your family have a tail?" He'd noticed her confusion about his tail-less state, and he thought maybe she had been sheltered in that evil laboratory in the woods, like Doctor Frankenstein's secret rooms, where everyone had strange appendages and never saw the outside world. Maybe she'd just escaped from being subjected to government experiments! Maybe he'd stumbled upon something amazing and historic, and he'd go down in history as having rescued the first human-cat hybrid! "I mean, everyone in ... what was it, Alabass? They all have tails? Do they all look like you?" Alabass must be the code name for the laboratory's secret location.

Felix took her hand with a smile and led her between the trees. The sounds of banging and shouting and accordion music drifted through the forest toward them, and he hiked straight for it. A flash of bright color from the tent-tops flashed among the branches. "We'll keep you safe, don't you worry." But he couldn't help but ask the question that was burning in his mind. "So what kind of experiments go on in this laboratory in Alabass?"
Aw yea, all of it's important, of course! I think I kinda take the whole post as one big awesome thing to reply to and go from there, instead of taking it apart. But surely, of course, will work out greatly, I'm just a nerd about rp strategies. x3
Haha, to be honest, the other way around seems odd to me. x3 I read a pretty interesting article once that basically says there are two kinds of roleplayers: those that write a response to everything in the other person's post from beginning to end, and those that pick up the story just where the previous writer left off. It's actually rare for me to find someone who has the former philosophy, so this'll be a challenge.
The lion's ears pricked. Before the sand had even left Cyrus' hand, Ralarulash churned his great wings and leaped high over the young prince's head. He spun in midair and landed neatly behind Cyrus, facing him, his eyes no longer amused.

"I grow tired of your infantile logic," he snarled while the cloud of dust and sand settled around them. "We could dance all night, but you won't touch a single feather as long as I don't wish it. The only reason I haven't eaten you is the fact that you're too pathetic to bother with. But I might yet rip you apart because you annoy me."

He pawed the ground, snorted, and gave Cyrus a cynical sneer before he turned his back on the boy with a dismissive flick of his tail. "I would have agreed to trade with you -- as kings and emperors must sacrifice men and resources in order to gain land and allegiances -- but I see that you, godlike, are above petty exchange. Surely one as powerful as yourself can simply take everything he wishes to have, with no consequence." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "I will have nothing to do with you. Attack me again and I will remove your head."
It's cool! It's great to not imply anything, please keep surprising me and I'll surprise you back! It's just that I felt like making him fail would make him look like an idiot, and I wasn't sure you would like that at all. x3 So ok, failure it is!

Also, I can just imagine the village swarming in with pitchforks and shovels. Ha!
A smile crawled across Tzek's face, and with impressed approval he peered across the cold rain at Carly. She looked like something wild dragged feet-first out of a swamp. It was a good look for her.

His attention dropped to the furious demon gnashing and splashing in the puddles. Tzek ground a foot in her hair, fell to one knee, and clasped a firm rough hand around her throat. He leaned over her, curious and grinning and dark.

"You'll want to hold still, now," he said conversationally, even as he looked into those rows of putrid needle-teeth. "You come quietly, or he'll send the hounds next." He raised his chin while keeping his eyes on the demon bitch's face, and he waited for the realization to sink in: the horror of being torn limb from limb, fingers and feet twisted off by mongrel teeth, bones crushing and sinew breaking, over and over again into eternity. Eternity was a long time, even by demon standards.

She could scratch and claw into him all she liked, but his fierce grip never slackened. He leaned on her throat as he leaned forward, his shark-mouth open wide, and he sucked the demon out of the human body. It was only a glimmer of thick black at first, trembling at the corner of bitch's lips -- but then she began to choke on herself, and Tzek sneered and doubled his efforts, his fingers crushing purple bruises into her neck.

A shadow bubbled up out of her throat, wet and somehow gaseous, and in an unbroken stream Tzek inhaled it. For half a minute the black greasy darkness retched upward, yanked out of her mouth and into his, until the tail of it slithered down his throat. He swallowed and loosened his fingers from the woman's throat.

The rain hissed all around them. Tzek rocked back on his heels and rose to his feet; he took a step back, his hands naturally finding their way to his jacket pockets, and he glanced over at Carly with a tip of his head. His human eyes were dull green. "You don't want to be here when she wakes up," he informed her naturally. "Questions are a nasty business." He gestured with his chin at the path that led on through the alley. "Go on home, Miss Carletta."
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Ok, I've been thinking about this for awhile, and I guess I just have to ask: what exactly are you expecting here? I really get the feeling that I'm supposed to know what's supposed to happen, but I really don't. xD

I'm going to be really honest and say that right now, Ral thinks Cyrus is insane. Ral is a magical being, he's a hunter by nature, and all his senses are piqued. Under all circumstances, he would not allow some kid to just jump at him and take a feather. I can force this, of course, but I'm wondering where you're going with what Cyrus is trying to accomplish.

Every fiber of my being says that Cyrus should fail again, but I seriously don't want to make him out to be inept.
Thanks, but I'm not really feeling the scientists -- I can't see there being any characters in that group that either of us would care about, so I'll have to decline. ^^

Also, please don't be offended if I only respond to the last thing your character says. Multiple threads of conversation in the same post confuse the hell out of me.
Felix had been leaning forward in dutiful attention to every word that she said -- but when she finished, he gently clapped his hands together to fill the silence; his face was lax and bewildered. "So ... you're not from ... here?" He pointed at the ground, his eyebrows raised. "You have a tail but you're not one of the new girls, is that what you're telling me?" He laughed quietly -- he could take a joke -- and he pointed behind her. "Is that a real tail, by the way? Of course you're at least trying out for the dance line, right?" He watched her patiently, and slowly shook his head; his eyes never left her. She was a peculiar one. "No, huh? Well!"

He straightened his spine, pulled his hat down suavely, and offered her his arm, as a true gentleman should. "You might as well come with me back to the circus anyway. There'll be someone there who knows how to get back to -- where is it you come from? And why are you out here alone in the woods? Girls don't usually wander this far out unless they're looking for something." He grinned and gave her a wink.
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