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Well wasn't the bug impatient to buzz off. And look at this, they were heading into a fog bank. Circe kept her eyes peeled for giant bug monsters, she'd seen those movies. Then, a tiled glade? Sure why not, it was the Hedge.
"Campfire, two or more users. Imma say hi," she confirms as she starts slowly walking towards the light, shotgun ready to come up in an instant. They might as well investigate. Maybe get some information or kill some raiders. Either works for Circe.
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Mantle (spring)Sigh looks like there really was some animosity between the two or perhaps she was just impatient honestly either of the two could be true at this point but it seemed like both of them might be. Following along with the group in silence.
Keeping her eyes peeled and ready react whilst following the Queen from a bit behind, sneaking around and trying not to be seen from whomever or whatever casts the shadows, knowing full well that it's better to be on the side of caution whilst being in the hedge.
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Dexterity"HI", Coco called out, walking towards the campfire.
What was the point of talking about doing something. If you were going to do it, do it!
"How fare thee, travelers," she continued to trumpet out. After all, if she was the focus, then that would hopefully give her companions a chance to do what they needed to do.
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New Identity
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James didn't sigh, that'd be an audible cue to whoever the passerby's might be. Coco's shouting gave up any surprise they had and let them know they were being observed so he couldn't see if he'd hear anything in confidence after. All in all, fucked was the situation. So he stood off to the side in the shadow and the fog nice and still where he couldn't be seen.
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Once again Circe was caught flat-footed by Coco and, indeed, the rest of the group.
While the blue elf and the wasp debated, Yamiyo Lillich was already sneaking away and vanishing quite convincingly in the vaporous air.
Coco, naturally, announces their presence as she proceeds towards the firelight. James Turner disappears as well - a quiet and practiced movement is all he needs to slip into the mist and position himself advantageously.
Circe is left behind.
The Succubus Yamiyo reaches the camp fire first and stays hidden in the mists. James Turner can see and hear from his well placed vantage as well.
Two changelings huddle over a bubbling pot of stew in a simple camp. Both are male. One is a Fairest with animal-like, furry, ears poking up from his long hair; he wares a stained and tarnished set of hedgespun aristocratic clothes. He has the vital mantle of Spring, but rather than evoking rampant growth, his mantle is the bubbling energy of chemical's boiling in an experiment. The other is an Ogre, possibly a water born with slick green skin; he wares hedgespun armor and carries a sword. A wintry mantle is manifest on the Ogre, creating a sheen of ice on his person, which cracks and fractures whenever he moves.
"This was a bad idea," the Ogre is saying as he despondently drops some leaf litter into the pot.
"You knew the risks," the Fairest grunts as he stirs the pot.
"Yeah. Didn't expect to see so many out and about this way..."
The Fairest smiles a cruel smile. "Taking advantage of the opening. This whole area is in flux right now. You are free to leave. Of course, you won't. You are as curious to get your answers as I am."
The Ogre grunts sourly. "Not sure if it was worth it. What with huntsmen and that dark magician working out here."
"Nonesense! Its exactly at a time like this..."
The Fairest falls quiet when Coco appears, calling loudly. The Ogre rises and hefts a nasty looking maul warily, but not threateningly. The Fairest simply watches and continues stirring the pot.
"We fair well enough. Passing through. If you seek to claim this Hollow, don't let us stop you. We will depart once we have eaten. You are free to join us. I am Goff and this is Charming."
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Well wasn't the bug impatient! Circe quickens her pace to come up behind Coco and decided to form her own greeting. In this case coming up right behind Coco and then popping her head up over the bug Beast's left shoulder, "Direct aren't ya! Wonderful trait sweetie. Hiya," Circe smiles to the pair at the fire.
Her and Coco's mantles are most likely clashing, "Charming I won't make a pun I'm sure ya have heard before," Circe side steps to Coco's left. Fully for the purposes of dodging any swipe from Coco instead of tactical reason. The shotgun is now pointed down with only her right hand on the handle. Left hand is waving in friendship, "Goff," blue lips squeeze together in a whistle.
Her free hand points at the maul, "THAT thing looks effective. Did ya make it yerself?" A genuine question because might as well ask. While she is facing towards Goff, her ears are bent towards Charming. "Nice ta meet ya. Ya folks can call me Circe but I have a lot of other titles that are mostly insults," Circe raises her free hand in a shrug to show how little she cares, instead blathering on, "And I ain't looking fer turf right now. Maybe some monsters ta get parts from but not turf. You?"
She tilts her head at the last word towards Coco, giving the waspish woman a chance to talk.
Last edited by Circe; Jul 3rd, 2020 at 02:55 PM. Reason for Edit: Cut off text
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Mantle (spring)Sigh was she unafraid, foolhardy, sure in herself or just didn't care anymore? Whatever the case to just approach people like that was something that she could never do so easily and it did seem far to dangerous. Remaining in her hidden position, trying to find some small rocks for throwing to create some noise around and create a distraction should it be needed.
Watching over the group to see what would happen, not sure what to think of the two strangers then again you could never be sure about anyone inside the hedge that much was for sure. Trying to look around to see if there was anyone else hidden around or signs that there were more of them somewhere not wanting to be caught in an ambush.
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Dexterity"We're not looking for free real estate, no," Coco agreed, shooting a quick look of disgust towards Circe before turning back to the two strangers. The blueberry wore a fucking crown, and yet she wasn't even going to use it to her advantage?
Did she think Charming and Goff were fucking idiots?
A blind, deaf, half-drunk hob could tell she was the fucking Queen-Ascendant right now with her mantle blazing like that!
"We're more like the Welcoming Committee. You've entered the Freehold of Sacramento! Hurray!" Coco continued, flashing some quick jazz hands with a look of mock excitement.
"So, now that you've been welcomed, how about you state your business, and use details, please."
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His unknown position in the shadows masked by the fog was an advantage for the others. He’d taken position so he could see the scene, watch the two see their faces and watch their body language. He was used to peering at people through the dark and having to pass judgement based on that. This was far easier given that they’d made themselves a light so he could watch them easier.
He’d heard their curiosity, noted it, noted their risks and watched them carefully from the darkness. If they lied, he’d know, if they meant harm he’d know. He was the silent observer collecting information as C&C Music Factory sang their song and the other birds chirped in return. The conversation would reveal things about the two even if they never intended it.
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Yamiyo Lillich continues to cling to the safety of mist and shade. Looking about she sees nothing that obviously screams ambush. Charming and Goff are as they appear: travellers stopping to rest and eat. The aroma of the strew suggests vegetable: the mix of strange scents definitely points to Goblin Fruit. Clearly the pair are seasoned travellers of the Hedge.
Likewise, the Onyx stays hidden and watches on. James Turner can read the pair quite effectively: they are wary, but not weary; suspicious and - yes, surprised. Goff doesn't seem to care about running into a Crimson Monarch in their season but his posture shifts to one of agitation; Charming might well be schooling his face has he continues to stir the pot but his speed changes and he is now looking up from his task - Charming is having to change his plans and quickly. And possibly lying about their intentions.
Goff lets his maul ease to the ground.
"This? No. This was made for me by one of the best craftsman in all the Bay. Liam O'Grady of the Emerald Court. You may have heard of him?" The waterborn replied carefully. The touching smile was genuine enough as he let his gaze drop onto his weapon. The smile did not last for long, however, as his eyes fastened onto the Summer Queen and Coco.
Charming is still stirring the pot, in ever slowing circles.
"A Freehold? Here? Wonders never cease! We came out here expecting there to be nothing left - the desolation of a dragon and the ruins of a Market. A neutral spot to conduct some delicate business of our own, the details of which I am not at liberty to speak of. Clearly, I can see that the information we were supplied with is... incorrect. When we have finished our repast we shall return to the Bay. We intended no insult or trespass. Queen Circe."
The Fairest at last acknowledged the ascendant Sovereign with a deep inclination of his head.
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