Xaltwind

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

EDIT:

I changed my mind, again.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

*Watches as Relica pulls out and begins charging the Hyper-Velocity Ray Cannon*

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree

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"Who're you calling a shortstack you muscle-brained bumble-bimbo?!"

Had this been a certain saturday cartoon by a certain company, this would've been the point in the episode where Relica would've leapt onto kerry and caused the two to end up in a distrubingly localized cloud of dust, while the sound of honking, clammering, bopping and other nonsensical sound effects were emitted from their tussle. Sadly, this is wasn't an episode of that particular brand, and instead the gremlin just glared at her companion with a large, visible vein on her temple and her hands on her waist while tryijng to look inttimidating. Y'know, despite being like, half of Kerry's actual size...

At the comment from Eula though, regarding the composition and usefulness of the defeated Varjans equipment, Relica simply frowned and shook her head.

[color=limee]"Don't think those refugees would have much use of this stuff, even if they could use it. From what I hear, these Zipanguese have this weird hierarchy of who gets to throw a sword around and who doesn't. 'Sides, not sure I'd wanna arm up people who might stab us in our sleep."[/color] The little gremlin stated, still quite aware and vary of the locals, as they had spent their past few hundred years of pseudo-isolation hating monsterkind. And she didn't really feel comfortable entrusting a mob of them - desperate, homeless and full of emotions - with pointy and sharp things. Who knew if they'd actually use them against the right side?

Then Mister Monk wanted to leave, and so they did.

Relica was a bit annoyed that the man had more or less ignored her question about how he was so well-informed about the situation in a place he supposedly hadn't been to, but she opted not to press the matter. After all, it really wasn't any of her business and, if worse came to worse, she could always level the place by releasing some of her magitek bombs should this moonk and his plight prove to be a sinister and elaborate trap.

The walk to the village was rather uneventful, apart from the random bickering and snide, verbal banter between the gremlin and the hornet, and Relica periodically checking over her back to look over how Eula was doing. Though, to call it a village was a bit of a stretch... It was more like, a hamlet... Or a settlement... Or... a handful of lone houses in the sticks... Yeah... She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't this. It looked like all the sick people were at least staying indoors and not shuffling about outside, so at least that was go--

... And there it was. A maiden in distress. Coming out of her house and running up to them without a shred of doubt that they were here to do good. Not at all phased by the fact that this travelling healer was flanked by no less than three monsters. Perhaps the woman's love for her child had made her blind and hystericcal enough to not notice them? Oer perhaps the local fear of monster didn't extend to eceryone? Or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, the outcome of this interaction was already as clear as transparent glass. Without hesitation or asking for their opinion, the bald bastard pulled his entourage along with him as they went to inspect the home of the distressed mother.

As the humans talked, Relica only paid a minute amount of attention to their words, but it seemed that the son of this household had eaten something he shouldn't have.

"... Idiot... Who goes and stuffs unknown fungus into your motuh just 'cuz your hungry..." Relica murmured under her breath. She wasn't wrong though, out of all the things you could eat when desperate, mushrooms were pretty low on the list of candidates. Bird egs, reptile eggs, insects, plant roots, nuts, wild vegetables... There was a whole bunch of things one could stuff in their gob that wasn't a dice roll on getting poisoned or not. Then again, these people probably didn't know the different between an acorn and a pine cone. She sighed.

Eventually, the mother and the monk departed the home, leaving the care of this young male boy in the hands of three complete strangers. Who were monsters. Relica felt a twinge of annoyance. Babysitting? Really? She, a war-veteran and battle engineer, reduced to watching over some random kid in the boonies? What the hell was this, some kind of sick joke? Yeah sure, they were meant to improve relations and prove to the populace they weren't a threat, but how was helpign one random kid and his mother, in a village with five homes, that they weren't actually baby-eating abominations of doom!?

...

...

...

Then the boy piped up, knocking Relica out of her own head-space. She looked over her sohulder at him, lying their on a straw mat, clutching his gut as if he'd been impaled by a spear. She then shifted her gaze to look around the rest of the house.

"Dunno, boy. Different people like different things and types, true for monsters and humans alike. But if you don't wanna look like a loser, make sure you live through this and flash her a confident smile. Nothing makes a girl happier than seeing their love pull through a crisis and come out on top smelling like roses." The old soldier grunted most of her words. She wasn't an expect on the topic, of course. The only relations she'd had was with fellow soldiers, and those hadn't been more than casual flings and heat-of-the-moment type escapades. Perhaps the bumbling bee-bimbo could offer more sagacious and useful advice.

She looked at Eula.

... No... A clinical explanation of the hormonal, psychological and pervasive chemical reactions that formed the foundation of 'love' was probably not what the boy needed right now...

"How's your arm, Eula? No worse from all the walking I hope." She asked, then looking at Kerry. "Why not regale the boy with tales of your romantic exploits, Curry?" She sneered.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Xaltwind

He did this before, although it wasn't this degenerate.

Anyway, he has the original text at the bottom of his post.

@PaulHaynek

THIS WAS A PAIN TO READ!

@Rezod92

Thank you, Master Rezod, you are a gentleman and a scolar, my good sir. *bows head*

@PaulHaynek
*Glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare*

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

What the actual fuwk is this abomination? My brain. It hurts. Stop. Make it stop. T~T

I'll... I'll just skip this update... Yeah... I'll read the next one.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Double ear-licking by cows...
Let's hope Luna doesn't awaken to some strange, new fetishes... Or let's, depending on your inclination. I dun judge~

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree

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"Oh yeah, for sure. I can just repair them whenever I want, 'cuz there's just an absolute abundance of spare parts and materials on this, what was it you called it again, Curry? Backwater?" Relica replied with an exaggerated and ratherpainfully obvious faux-optimism at the hornet's comment about her just needing to fix up her damaged toy. She then looked over her shoulder, gave the two rescued peasants a once-over and then looked back at her friend. "Lives aren't replaceable, no, but not all lives are worth the same. Damaging my equipment now to save two extra mouths to feed, who won't do or add anything to furthering our goals, and not being able to save a group of twenty or more later because I didn't have all my gear also isn't a very good trade." Relica commented, making her stance on the matter clear.

And in truth, she was still miffed about all this. Those two peasants didn't look like anything special, and while it may be wrong to judge a book by its cover, the fact was that according to that Ayu-woman back at the temple, the resources and provisions they had to work with were already meagre. Adding two potentially useless extra mouths, who could neither fight, craft, build or do any other sort of useful task or duty, aside from plowing a field, wasn't exactly a good idea in Relica's mind. True, they'd be helpful after the Varjans were driven off, since they could help replant and regrow food for the population, but right now that future seemd like a pipe-dream.

At the Automaton's words though, Relica's ears perked up and she turned to face the one named Eula.

"Don't you worry 'bout that. Even if it was against my better judgement to come here, it was ultimately me who agred to it... _{And had no real say in the matter...} Anyway, Eula, huh? Hah, that's a cute name." The gremlin assured their new sister-at-arms.

Then the monkshowed up, and relayed a bunch of information. A bunch of really strange and inconsistent information. If the disease didn't spread or wasn't infectuous, as he had said back at the temple, then why had those two peons deemed it necessary to leave? If the illness had only arrived after the Varjans stole all their food, then it wasn't a disease at all, but rather starvation - and that was hardly somehting a simple monk or healer could address by going there. Finally, Kerry voiced a valid concern, which Relica quickly agreed on.

"Yeah, you say that the disease isn't infectuous or doesn't spread, baldie... But how do you actually know that? You haven't been to this place before, right? I honestly would've prefered if you hadn't sent those two off to the temple without letting someone examine them carefully first." The gremlin said, folding her arms under her plump chest and giving the man a disapproving frown.

Then came the real issue. The monk offered Eula to come along on their journey. It was, at this point, that the horney mercenary made a comment that drew Relica's attention to Eula. Spotting the damaged and patchwork-repairs of the automaton's arm, the little green-haired lady zoomed over to the side of her new acquaintance, grabbing hold of her scarred arm with her own, tiny gloved hands. Though, she did so gently and without pulling or yanking, like she was grabbing onto something brittle and delicate, like a glass sculpture or something.

"... How in the heck did you suffer all this damage? ... Jeez, I really wish you'd told me to take a look at this as soon as we met." Relica said, a somber chime to her otherwise snarky voice. Pulling down her goggles, she gave Eula's arm a good, thorough look-over, using her octo-arms to inspect the arm near the shoulder and armpit, where Relica herself couldn't reach due to her stature. Finally, she sighed and pulled up her eye-wear.

"Askin' me, Curry? On a personal levle, I'd want nothing more than to return to the temple and get Eula fixed up. To give you an idea, she's basically walking around with what would be equal to a mangled arm with a deep flesh-wound in the case of you or me. She can use it, but it ain't pleasant, or smart. You've done some self-repair I see, but that ain't going to hold forever you know." Relica said first to the hornet, then to the automaton herself. She placed a gloved hand on her chin and thought for a bit, then looked back up at her damaged monster-sister. "Look, I can't do anything about your damaged arm here. Not right now, I didn't bring any of my tools or supplies on this trip because I didn't think I'd run into you right as I left... Didn't expect you to be this banged up either. Still, if you can just wait until I get back to the workstation at that temple, I'll get you sorted, right as rain! ... But, if nothing else, I think it'd be a good idea for you to come with us." Relica said, a concerned and genuine expression on her. "Not to hlep us fight or anyhting, no. Leave the grunt-work and meatshielding to this idiot." She motioned with her thumb towards Kerry. "No, I'd like you to come along so i can keep an eye on yer condition, so things don't get worse. Is that alright with ya, Eula?" She finalized, asking strangely plitely considering how she'd been talking to Kerry and the monk previously... But perhaps that was just how she was around actually wounded individuals? Or perhaps she just played favorites.

When Eula picked up and ate some of the Varjan scrap-gear though, the gremlin made a face.

"Ew, no, Eula! Don't eat that! You don't know where it's been. Well, i mean, you do. But that actually just makes it worse. If ya wanna snack on somehting, eat one of Curry's spears. They come back on their own anyway, so it's fine."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

I was jus' bein' silleh, bruw~

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Rezod92
Nooooo, dangit! How dare you post before me!? Now I can't have Relica whine and mope about the whole "just repair them"-spiel I'd planned out in my head... How dare! D:<

Well, I mean, I still could. But, y'know.. The principle and such. *cleans monocle*

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

"Great! So we'll go back and tell the raccoon-lady and the lil' hat-girl that we got their letter delivered, yeh? Hah! I can't wait to see the look on their faces when we tell'em we beat up a whole necromolester!" Brandy excitedly exclaimed, loud enough to be heard outside the room, which ndoubtedly got some of the other gusts to question just what the girls had been up to recently.

At Sofia's interjection of the two other girls being her 'chosen party' and 'seniors', Brandy cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkled and a big, impossibly wide smile spread across her face. And then she bounched from where she'd been standing, leaping the entire length of the room, landing next to the revenant in her fluttery new skirt, and glomping onto her... While still not wearing a bra or shirt, rubbing her cheek against the undead's own.

"D'aaaaaawwww, Sofers~! You're just like, the most adorable thing ever! I could just eat ya right up, maa-haa-haa~!" The satyress shouted happily... In the revenant's ear... And loud enough to be heard outside their room. Again.

After a bit more skinship and female bonding, Brandy was eventually unglued from Sofia's side, and returned to the bed. She rummaged around in the covers and underneath said bed, finally locating her shirt that she'd so carelessly torn off and tossed aside after yesterday's drinking festivities. Getting dressed, she scampered over to a mirror that was hanging on one of the room's walls. Checking her face, she gingerly adjusted and fiddled with her hair, inspected her horns, took a good, uncomfortably long stare at her own face, and finally checked the inside of her own ears. Once happy and satisfied with the results, she returned to Alice.

"Alright! So, we gonna head out straight away, or you wanna get some meat in ya first? I'll go get the short lady to cook up something if ya want. Oh, Sofers, you had something wiht ya, right? Maybe Al can just chow down on that? Oh crap, I gotta go hit the pee-bucket, back in a flaaaaaaaaaaash~!"

The sound of a race-car once again resounded as the eneergetic satyress rushed out of the room, somehow leaving a cloud of dust behind her despite the room being relatively clean. It appeared that Alice's coffee had had a somewhat adverse effect on her insides, and she was in need of a lavatory. Or perhapos she just needed to expel all that extra liquid she'd imbibed from the night before. Regardless, let's leave the detail of her visit to the little girls' room up to the imagination for now.

Some minutes later....

SLAM!

"I'm back!" A happy Brandy with flitting ears slammed the door to her and Alice's room open as she re-appeared after her call of nature. "I 'totes forgot, you two! But before we go, could we stop at a store I saw earlier? I'd like to get a lil' somethin'-somethin' to remember my first visit in the big city, y'know?" She was bobbing up and down on her little hooves, hands clasped infront of her and ears twitching. It was kind of adorable really.

Of course, the shop she had mentioned was nothing special, just your average general store. What possible kind of souvenir she was expecting to find there was a mystery to anyone but Brandy. But knowing the satyr, it was porbably something that most other people wouldn't consider a proper memento... or just proper in general...