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The impish girl's blue eyes grew wider and wider as the exciting tale went on. It was easy enough for her imagination to run away with a story, but Ash's gesturing and miming made it all the more real to Pete. She could almost see the great beast plowing its way through a forest, and the young hero of the story with his blade coming to save the day. Quietly she pondered what the beast had done to be slain. It did sound a terrible monster. Another thing nagged at Pete's mind. Why did the father have to first ask if he had slain the Jabberwock before offering an embrace and congratulations? Perhaps she was thinking too much on it, and it was simply done that way to preserve the rhythm of the poem. It was quite an enjoyable tale, nonetheless.

"I wonder if anyone's ever drawn a Jabberwock," Pete announced aloud, eyes sparkling with joy. "I bet it'd be gigantic, with hard, sharp, armoured scales. And teeth as long as my arms!" She giggled wildly at the thought, knowing that even if the creature did exist, it would have been long ago slain by the boy. Her laughter quieted, and her expression grew thoughtful now. "Y'know, being here, we'll have to be same as the boy. Huntin' monsters, I mean." Serious moments with Pete, however, did not last very long at a time. She leaned in toward the nearest bookshelf, scanning the titles as though what she wanted would conveniently be right there. "Maybe somebody wrote a book about the Jabberwock. Maybe there are pictures! What if there are more?" Pete turned to Ash at the last part, her mouth agape in awe at the idea. Could she just imagine such a thing?
The book had fallen to the ground with a heavy thud, the sound echoing obnoxiously through the quiet library. Pete peered over her book down to the ground, suddenly realizing that Ashling was nowhere to be seen. "Oops," Pete muttered, returning to the book and continuing on with her reading of the title.

The librarian who had been very much a part of the library's environment -- same as a bookshelf or table -- suddenly came to life as she swept over to the pair of young girls. She introduced herself, and Pete nodded and repaid the favour. Ashling, too, introduced herself. Then Belle hurried away on other business, a voice suddenly calling for her from her broach. "How quaint," Pete said softly, flipping the book to a random page and flicking through it eagerly, searching for pictures. While she wasn't paying attention, her body slowly turned in the air until her feet were towards the ceiling and her red hair hung down towards the ground. Her bright blue eyes sparkled at every image in the book she came across.

Ashling suddenly spoke up, and Pete's attention snapped out the story and back to reality. Her face took on a look of shock as she looked at her companion. "Ashling! The world is upside-down, and so are you!" Meanwhile, her body was still turning, and she wound up in a right-side-up position, before planting herself firmly in place. "Nevermind, I've fixed you and the world. Now what was that about a new boy? I hope Snow isn't the one giving the poor lad a warm introduction. She isn't particularly inviting, I'd say."

Pete had already lost interest in the book in her hand and she absentmindedly pushed it back into the shelf, in a different spot than she'd found it. She hoped that by now, Ash had forgotten all about Snow's silly stupid trinket she'd sent them to search for. "We should go give him a proper greeting. Initiate him proper." Pete gave a mischievous wink, implying that 'proper' could translate to something that involved him taking a swig of vinegar instead of whiskey, or stepping into shoes filled with wet sand. "But in the meantime, Ash, could you tell me story? Pretty pretty lovely little please?"
Okay guys, just an update on my end: my final exams are coming up in a few days. While this doesn't mean I won't be around at all, it DOES mean that my time for fun things is very, very limited and I probably won't be around as much as I normally am. I'm making a sad attempt to fix my grades lmao. I'll be done in two weeks, though, and then SUMMER BREAK WOO.
Elendra said
due to someone (not saying who) rolling literally as bad as possible.


Yikes lol
Even if the pendant were real, Pete had very little interest in finding it. She wasn't concerned with doing anything that would help Snow. If she lost something, that was her own darn fault and she could find it her own stinking self. Pete almost gave an audible "HRMPH" at the thought.

The "search" began in the tavern, and Pete was her usual theatrical self. She held up her hand to her face, miming out a magnifying glass that she peered through to the ground. She stomped about, humming and hawing at nothing. It wasn't mocking the search; this was just how Pete was. "I don't think this is the place to look first. This is where everyone would start." She winked at Ashling, waving her hand to motion her over. "I say we go to the library. I love the library!" She barely waited for a reply before scurrying off. She had noticed that there were some unfamiliar people in the tavern, so she'd made herself float down to the floor where she walked like a normal person. It made her uncomfortable, and she was eager to get out of there.

When she had been followed by Ashling into the library, she proceeded to fly up, up, up, to the topmost shelf on the first bookcase she came across. She closed her bright blue eyes and randomly picked out a book. Then she reached out and dropped it for her raven-haired companion to catch. Then she randomly chose a book for herself. She blew the dust off of the cover and read the title: Twenty Dark Tales of Baudeline Forest. It might be surprising to some that Pete could read, but she wouldn't have gotten very far in the world if she couldn't understand signs and the like.

She slowly lowered down, until she was about shoulder-level to Ash. "Hmm. Baudeline Forest? Where do you think a place like that would be?" Her eyes took on a distant, imaginative look. She began flipping through the pages, searching for pictures.
Yes I do remember that it depends on rolls, I just wanted to be sure that it was a possibility. I have always been in very free-form RPs so I'm a little unsure of the mechanics of this one. Learning as I go!

But yes, I'm good with giving Soraya a shot at fashioning some weapons for them. After all, she can't take down a giant with just a hide cloak. :P The most important thing, to me, and probably to my character, would be to gather as much info as possible before charging in. If Jorick's character had already been through the ordeal, he'd be a prime source for info. But depending on the layout of the area, it may be most appropriate for one or two people to go ahead and free a couple of dwarves rather than risk the entire group to do so. Does that make sense?

Btw, on a completely unrelated and unnecessary note, I'm totally in love with lumberjack-looking men. I call my boyfriend a lumberjack all the time. My weakness!
Although the intentions of everyone were to shame Soraya, she felt nothing but relief as the others - Dann, the ravens, the old woman - teased her. She had expected such a reaction, but she had accomplished exactly what she had set out to do: Jacob and Lucky weren't at each other's throats anymore. Besides, it was much easier to shrug things off as a joke than to take them seriously, she knew that. She smiled sincerely at all of them, the pressure lifted for a few moments.

The witch seemed eager to be rid of the group. Soraya felt the floor shift and crease beneath her feet, as though she were standing on a wave in the river. The shop seemed to be pushing her out, acting out the witch's wishes. Soraya bowed her head towards the elderly woman, making to leave, but promptly saw Gavriil and Eshna be tossed out the door on their bottoms. She quietly stifled a laugh. The rest had maintained their balance despite the shifty floor under their feet. Although she wanted to get out of the store, lest she receive the witch's wrath, the pair of ravens decided that now was the appropriate time to disclose some important information about the journey. They spoke in their peculiar way, mostly at each other and not with anyone. It wasn't until they finally registered the threat and took off flying that Soraya felt she could finally take her leave, having learned all she could from the birds. "Thank you," she said quickly to the witch as she hurried out of the shop.

Outside, the group regathered and were silent for a few moments. Soraya took that time to look at each of them, remembering their names from when Baldur had announced them to each of them. She could call them all by name now, if she had to. She doubted that any of them had the means to take down a frost giant, nevermind a group of them. As for her, she had a small flip knife that she'd had for years and was rather dull now, but that was absolutely useless as a weapon. Especially against a giant. It was more useful for cutting branches or stray strings on an old sweater.

Then, every unexpectedly, Soraya heard Jacob say that she had been right. She was surprised as she looked over at him. He seemed to be preparing to say something more, and she narrowed her eyes and listened. Although she had been suspicious at first, as Jacob spoke she warmed up to his ideas and found herself nodding in agreement. He had very skilfully restated what she had said, and was much better at rousing the group to the matter. She was glad that finally there was some understanding between them. Slightly embarrassed at the event having been brought up again, but relieved at the inch of progress they had made, Soraya decided to herself that Jacob would be a worthy ally. He looked to be in pretty bad shape, overall, but she had respect for him and hoped he'd become healthier in time.

Lucky sprang into action, revealing that he had driven to this place. He tossed the keys to Gavriil and declared that he would steal a car. Soraya's heart jumped a little with fear. She wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of her pack mates riding around in a stolen car. But if it was completely necessary, she just hoped she didn't have to be one of the passengers in the stolen vehicle. Thankfully, Gavriil chose her as one of the passengers in Lucky's car. For a fraction of a second she wondered if that car was stolen as well, but worrying never solved anything so she dismissed the thought. Briefly she also wondered what had happened to Gavriil's once existent accent. She knew something sounded different, but she just now realized what it was. Did it have something to do with what the witch had said in that strange language? Despite now speaking clear English, his vocabulary and syntax were still somewhat off. He made a lot of good points, though. Soraya had been wondering about the weapons issue before. They couldn't just walk into a gun store and pick up guns. There were laws, after all. And most of them weren't even from this country. Although reluctant to vocalize her thoughts, Soraya knew she had to contribute something. "It's unlikely that we will be able to buy guns, as I'm sure you've all already realized. We may have to improvise. But unfortunately, we don't exactly know what a frost giant's weaknesses are in order to utilize them to our advantage."
Lol I'm supposed to be regulating my sleep schedule says my doctor but it's haaaaard.

I haven't actually paid any attention to Assassin's Creed since the third one came out. If you don't know, I based Soraya on myself and my nationality (yep, I'm actually Cree. And Ojibwe and French) and I liked that a video game used a Native American as the main character. It was slightly cheesy with all the tree-jumping and whatnot, but I had tons of fun with it lol.

EDIT: Arts and research are Soraya's top trainings. Does this mean she can improvise some fairly cool weapons? Also I thought that having Charisma as a Priority 2 Attribute meant she was still fairly good at speaking? :P
Wow you guys are active in the mornings. D: (Says the girl who slept until 2 pm). I finally fell asleep just before you all started doing things lol. I'm about to head over to the IC to catch up.
"Hmm," Pete hummed, staring down the hall that Snow had disappeared down. She stuck her tongue out in the direction of where the nasty woman had been, out of the view of Ashling. She had decided immediately upon meeting Snow that she did not like her, and it was probably a mutual feeling. She didn't care for rules, and never had. Snow's words only made Pete regret not sneaking away even more. Her cheeks turned red with her childish anger. She spun back around to face Ash and pulled her legs up so she sat cross-legged. In seconds the heat in her face faded away.

She was completely unaware of Ashling's inner dilemmas and oblivious to her sensitivities. Thankfully, however, Pete did not tell Ashling that she knew Snow was lying. She could tell. That bitter old woman would never send children after something she valued. She was the type who would go do it herself, because no one could do it as well as she could. No, Pete did not tell Ashling that, crushing the girl's secret hopes that there were people worth trusting. Instead, Pete fibbed and played along with Snow's game.

"You want to play the game with me?" Pete was thrilled, but the surprise registered in her voice. "Well, come on, then! We have an adventure to go on!" Pretending to search for the -- wait, what was it again? Some sort of trinket, right? Ah, no matter -- thingy-ma-jig was a perfect excuse to explore every nook and cranny of this weird brothel slash Weirdo Headquarters. "And for goodness sake, Ash," Pete said, grinning as she grabbed the other girl's hand and began dragging her down the hall and she flew along. "It's Pete. It's just Pete."
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