A Conjuror's journey
[X] It doesn't matter that you can change, you're still human and refuse to be acknowledge as anything else.
-[X] Though you admit to being jealous of those adorable striped ears.
--[X] Ask to pet her.
---[X] Forget to ask.
-[X] Though you admit to being jealous of those adorable striped ears.
--[X] Ask to pet her.
---[X] Forget to ask.
Explaining With Exhibitionism
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"Oh!" Cattleya cried in realization, removing her coat and tossing it aside.
"What are you doing?!" The wolf faunus demanded, quickly pulling the coat from where it had fallen onto her shorter frame and drawing her sword. She went unheeded as the pinkette began undoing the buttons of her pants.
It was embarrassing enough to undress in public like she was, the stares of everyone from Paty to the faunus leader didn't help. Her family would be mortified to hear that she'd done so in a throne room of all places. Sweet little Louise would probably disown her if she knew, but it had to be done or else she'd destroy her clothes and have no choice other than nudity.
Flush faced, Cattleya removed her top and swallowed thickly. "D-did you mean this?"
"Wha-"
The transformation was just as painful as always and she really doubted it would ever get more pleasant. None of that mattered at that moment though, because Paty had thrown herself as far away as she could manage while screaming at the top of her lungs. Tilting her helmeted head, not bothering to question how the magical skull always moved on its own, the werebear looked to the weapons pointed her way and then disregarded them in favor of the sheep-girl.
"I thought you said you knew."
Shaking her head in wide eyed, terrified denial was all the poor thing could seem to manage. Was she really that scary? She was just a fluffy bear, not a dragon or manticore or anything truly threatening in appearance. That she could and had bitten through steel was irrelevant, Paty didn't know that.
After a moment of tense silence, Sienna raised a hand in signal for her guards to relax. "Now I see what's going on... You can tell your master that I won't be pressured into joining her, especially not by a mere Ursa."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean."
"Don't play coy with me!" The striped cat-woman warned, making no more sense than before. "I thought I made myself clear when I sent that gibbering insect back to your 'goddess', if she wants an alliance, I need more than empty boasting before I risk my people."
Working her jaw up and down, Cattleya had no idea what the woman was going on about. Why were bugs gibbering? What goddess was offering an alliances with these people and why wouldn't they accept? Why was she being assumed to work for a goddess? It couldn't be because of Hircine, the Lord of the Hunt was clearly masculine.
None of Sienna's words had made any sense since she'd met her. This woman was obviously the ruling Noble of the region, hence the throne. Surely a country wouldn't be ruled by a madwoman, so this was probably a misunderstanding.
Not knowing what else to say, she simply replied, "I think you're mistaking me for somebody else... I'm just here to visit an ancient ruin."
"Really?" The kitty queen drawled, one of her ears flicking. "What, and I can't believe I'm asking this, is a creature of Grimm looking for in some old ruins?"
Shifting back to her human form, Cattleya asked, "Grimm? I keep telling you people, I'm human. Not faunus, not Grimm; Human... and bear, I guess, but only sometimes."
Sienna shifted to a more flegmatique pose as she inspected the exposed pinkette. "That is an almost believable disguise, I suppose... if a bit too top heavy to be realistic. Fine, if it will get you to answer, I'll play along. What would a 'human' like you do if you found this place you speak of?"
Frowning at the woman, the elder Vallière stepped back into her pants. "For one, I'm not wearing a disguise. Secondly, I'm hoping I can find a library with information on holy sites."
"Dare I ask why?"
"I-"
"That was rhetorical, I don't care." The woman cut her off. "So you're just here for old fairy tales?"
"Well... and to spend time with adorable animal eared people!" The pinkette chirped, shrugging her coat on and strapping the stupid skull back in place. She probably shouldn't think such things about a gift from a god, let alone one that was her patron, but the thing was stupid. It could somehow place itself on her head when she transformed, but it stayed over her face and blocked her vision upon turning back to her normal self.
"One last question before I kick you out." Sienna spoke softly. "Do you have even the slightest idea who we are?"
Wrinkling her brows in confusion, Cattleya looked at everyone present. "Faunus?"
"Out." The striped cat-person ordered with a sigh, closing her eyes as one of the guards slapped a hand against his mask.
"B-but you didn't tell me where to find the ruins!"
"There are no ruins here, nobody lived here even a hundred years ago, faunus or otherwise. Stop wasting my time and go bother the Ghira if you want a history lesson. He's the chieftain, he can deal with your nonsense."
Gasping in shock, Cattleya cried out, "I thought you were the local monarch!"
"We're the White Fang. We're fighters, not rulers." Sienna bit out as her guards ushered the pinkette and Paty from the room.
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"Keep an eye on that thing, Jup." Sienna Khan ordered her copper haired subordinate as soon as the doors closed. "I don't trust it."
"Right-o, m'lady." Peter Jup replied, sinking into the floor.
Never one to leave things be, Asena asked, "Why are we just letting them go?! They were right here, in our home turf, we should have taken them down!"
"And what if they escaped, knowing we were their enemy? We don't know what they can do or why the person that lunatic, Callows works for sent it when he failed. Better to observe it and see if we can find what it's really after. Who knows, maybe it really does just want to waste its time playing at being an archaeologist."
"The Sienna Khan I know wouldn't be scared of a jumped up Ursa that's too dumb to know what it is."
Hand snapping out in a flash, the tiger faunus lifted the wolf by her throat. A snarl on her lips, Sienna pulled her struggling underling close. "Ursa don't stand like that, Ursa don't have arms like that, and Ursa definitely do. Not. Talk. I won't throw away my people's lives unnecessarily."
Asena had always been a passionate soldier. The wolf faunus hated humans as much as, if not more than, most of the more extreme members. Like many among them, she'd been subjected to abuse at the hands of humans and wanted revenge. Sienna sometimes worried that the girl would lose herself to her anger and take it out on her boys, their father's genes having beaten ten to one odds and robbed them of their too young mother's heritage. A pair of human children on Menagerie, home of the White Fang... it was just good fortune that nobody seemed to hold their father's crimes against them, the last thing she needed was infighting over a pair of runts.
But she couldn't let her sympathy for Asena's kids blind her toward a challenge to her authority. A night of worry and hunger on their part might be good for the pent up ball of resentment, maybe maternal instincts would make her learn to stop and think. So deciding, Sienna's fingers squeezed slowly as the young mother kicked and struggled.
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"Well... that could have gone better." Cattleya huffed, brushing dirt from her clothes after they'd been blindfolded and led on a winding path before being tossed to the ground and abandoned. When no response came, she looked over, causing Paty to immediately go from shaking nervously to completely still. "Patypata?"
"I'm sorry!" The sheep-girl squeaked in fright. "P-please don't kill me or eat me or kill and eat me!"
The pinkette couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that. "I'm not going to eat you, don't be silly. Why would I even want to?"
"B-because I know your secret... But I won't tell anyone, I swear!"
"Uh... Okay, thank you?" Cattleya replied confusedly. "I'm not really concerned about it though, maybe in Vale I would be, but not here at least. Isn't it normal?"
Choking, Paty coughed, "Normal?! You turned into an Ursa! Or you're an Ursa in a person suit, maybe? How is that in any way normal?!"
"No, I turned into a bear. Besides, that's not too different from a faunus, why are you so uncomfortable?"
"It's very, very different!"
It really wasn't, but Cattleya didn't feel like arguing. If the faunus wanted to be difficult, then there was nothing to be done about it. There were more important things to do anyway, like returning down the mountains to Kuo Kuana before the last rays of sunlight died. "Fine, think what you wish. Are you still coming with me or are you going home?"
"I..." Paty began slowly, looking with up at the red-lined skull on her shoulder with indecision as the pinkette extended a hand.
When the sheep-girl reluctantly accepted the proffered aid, Cattleya hauled her up into a tight embrace. Poking her nose at one of the inhuman ears sticking out of Paty's curly hair elicited a squawk of surprise and she used it as an opportunity to lift the faunus into a bridal carry. Whatever else had happened or would happen, the fact that she could do so was still enough to put a smile on her face even after it had been so long since she'd been cured.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (3000/3000)
Choose:
[] Find an inn, you should have enough Lien for the night. You can-
[] Don't go back to town, you're already halfway up the mountain, may as well camp there and cross the mountains in the morning.
[] Write in.
"What are you doing?!" The wolf faunus demanded, quickly pulling the coat from where it had fallen onto her shorter frame and drawing her sword. She went unheeded as the pinkette began undoing the buttons of her pants.
It was embarrassing enough to undress in public like she was, the stares of everyone from Paty to the faunus leader didn't help. Her family would be mortified to hear that she'd done so in a throne room of all places. Sweet little Louise would probably disown her if she knew, but it had to be done or else she'd destroy her clothes and have no choice other than nudity.
Flush faced, Cattleya removed her top and swallowed thickly. "D-did you mean this?"
"Wha-"
The transformation was just as painful as always and she really doubted it would ever get more pleasant. None of that mattered at that moment though, because Paty had thrown herself as far away as she could manage while screaming at the top of her lungs. Tilting her helmeted head, not bothering to question how the magical skull always moved on its own, the werebear looked to the weapons pointed her way and then disregarded them in favor of the sheep-girl.
"I thought you said you knew."
Shaking her head in wide eyed, terrified denial was all the poor thing could seem to manage. Was she really that scary? She was just a fluffy bear, not a dragon or manticore or anything truly threatening in appearance. That she could and had bitten through steel was irrelevant, Paty didn't know that.
After a moment of tense silence, Sienna raised a hand in signal for her guards to relax. "Now I see what's going on... You can tell your master that I won't be pressured into joining her, especially not by a mere Ursa."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean."
"Don't play coy with me!" The striped cat-woman warned, making no more sense than before. "I thought I made myself clear when I sent that gibbering insect back to your 'goddess', if she wants an alliance, I need more than empty boasting before I risk my people."
Working her jaw up and down, Cattleya had no idea what the woman was going on about. Why were bugs gibbering? What goddess was offering an alliances with these people and why wouldn't they accept? Why was she being assumed to work for a goddess? It couldn't be because of Hircine, the Lord of the Hunt was clearly masculine.
None of Sienna's words had made any sense since she'd met her. This woman was obviously the ruling Noble of the region, hence the throne. Surely a country wouldn't be ruled by a madwoman, so this was probably a misunderstanding.
Not knowing what else to say, she simply replied, "I think you're mistaking me for somebody else... I'm just here to visit an ancient ruin."
"Really?" The kitty queen drawled, one of her ears flicking. "What, and I can't believe I'm asking this, is a creature of Grimm looking for in some old ruins?"
Shifting back to her human form, Cattleya asked, "Grimm? I keep telling you people, I'm human. Not faunus, not Grimm; Human... and bear, I guess, but only sometimes."
Sienna shifted to a more flegmatique pose as she inspected the exposed pinkette. "That is an almost believable disguise, I suppose... if a bit too top heavy to be realistic. Fine, if it will get you to answer, I'll play along. What would a 'human' like you do if you found this place you speak of?"
Frowning at the woman, the elder Vallière stepped back into her pants. "For one, I'm not wearing a disguise. Secondly, I'm hoping I can find a library with information on holy sites."
"Dare I ask why?"
"I-"
"That was rhetorical, I don't care." The woman cut her off. "So you're just here for old fairy tales?"
"Well... and to spend time with adorable animal eared people!" The pinkette chirped, shrugging her coat on and strapping the stupid skull back in place. She probably shouldn't think such things about a gift from a god, let alone one that was her patron, but the thing was stupid. It could somehow place itself on her head when she transformed, but it stayed over her face and blocked her vision upon turning back to her normal self.
"One last question before I kick you out." Sienna spoke softly. "Do you have even the slightest idea who we are?"
Wrinkling her brows in confusion, Cattleya looked at everyone present. "Faunus?"
"Out." The striped cat-person ordered with a sigh, closing her eyes as one of the guards slapped a hand against his mask.
"B-but you didn't tell me where to find the ruins!"
"There are no ruins here, nobody lived here even a hundred years ago, faunus or otherwise. Stop wasting my time and go bother the Ghira if you want a history lesson. He's the chieftain, he can deal with your nonsense."
Gasping in shock, Cattleya cried out, "I thought you were the local monarch!"
"We're the White Fang. We're fighters, not rulers." Sienna bit out as her guards ushered the pinkette and Paty from the room.
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"Keep an eye on that thing, Jup." Sienna Khan ordered her copper haired subordinate as soon as the doors closed. "I don't trust it."
"Right-o, m'lady." Peter Jup replied, sinking into the floor.
Never one to leave things be, Asena asked, "Why are we just letting them go?! They were right here, in our home turf, we should have taken them down!"
"And what if they escaped, knowing we were their enemy? We don't know what they can do or why the person that lunatic, Callows works for sent it when he failed. Better to observe it and see if we can find what it's really after. Who knows, maybe it really does just want to waste its time playing at being an archaeologist."
"The Sienna Khan I know wouldn't be scared of a jumped up Ursa that's too dumb to know what it is."
Hand snapping out in a flash, the tiger faunus lifted the wolf by her throat. A snarl on her lips, Sienna pulled her struggling underling close. "Ursa don't stand like that, Ursa don't have arms like that, and Ursa definitely do. Not. Talk. I won't throw away my people's lives unnecessarily."
Asena had always been a passionate soldier. The wolf faunus hated humans as much as, if not more than, most of the more extreme members. Like many among them, she'd been subjected to abuse at the hands of humans and wanted revenge. Sienna sometimes worried that the girl would lose herself to her anger and take it out on her boys, their father's genes having beaten ten to one odds and robbed them of their too young mother's heritage. A pair of human children on Menagerie, home of the White Fang... it was just good fortune that nobody seemed to hold their father's crimes against them, the last thing she needed was infighting over a pair of runts.
But she couldn't let her sympathy for Asena's kids blind her toward a challenge to her authority. A night of worry and hunger on their part might be good for the pent up ball of resentment, maybe maternal instincts would make her learn to stop and think. So deciding, Sienna's fingers squeezed slowly as the young mother kicked and struggled.
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"Well... that could have gone better." Cattleya huffed, brushing dirt from her clothes after they'd been blindfolded and led on a winding path before being tossed to the ground and abandoned. When no response came, she looked over, causing Paty to immediately go from shaking nervously to completely still. "Patypata?"
"I'm sorry!" The sheep-girl squeaked in fright. "P-please don't kill me or eat me or kill and eat me!"
The pinkette couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that. "I'm not going to eat you, don't be silly. Why would I even want to?"
"B-because I know your secret... But I won't tell anyone, I swear!"
"Uh... Okay, thank you?" Cattleya replied confusedly. "I'm not really concerned about it though, maybe in Vale I would be, but not here at least. Isn't it normal?"
Choking, Paty coughed, "Normal?! You turned into an Ursa! Or you're an Ursa in a person suit, maybe? How is that in any way normal?!"
"No, I turned into a bear. Besides, that's not too different from a faunus, why are you so uncomfortable?"
"It's very, very different!"
It really wasn't, but Cattleya didn't feel like arguing. If the faunus wanted to be difficult, then there was nothing to be done about it. There were more important things to do anyway, like returning down the mountains to Kuo Kuana before the last rays of sunlight died. "Fine, think what you wish. Are you still coming with me or are you going home?"
"I..." Paty began slowly, looking with up at the red-lined skull on her shoulder with indecision as the pinkette extended a hand.
When the sheep-girl reluctantly accepted the proffered aid, Cattleya hauled her up into a tight embrace. Poking her nose at one of the inhuman ears sticking out of Paty's curly hair elicited a squawk of surprise and she used it as an opportunity to lift the faunus into a bridal carry. Whatever else had happened or would happen, the fact that she could do so was still enough to put a smile on her face even after it had been so long since she'd been cured.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (3000/3000)
Choose:
[] Find an inn, you should have enough Lien for the night. You can-
-[] Go find this Ghira person.
-[] Ask around about the island: landmarks, dangers, places of religious importance.
-[] Ask around about the island: landmarks, dangers, places of religious importance.
[] Don't go back to town, you're already halfway up the mountain, may as well camp there and cross the mountains in the morning.
[] Write in.
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SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
Oh, Sienna. This is how you get people thinking Adam was the right way forward.
- Location
- United States
[X] Find an inn, you should have enough Lien for the night. You can-
-[X] Go find this Ghira person.
So that if we leave her perspective we know she is at least with a reasonable person.
Though honestly I don't know who any of these people are because I droped rwby after the fall/death of Pyrrha...
-[X] Go find this Ghira person.
So that if we leave her perspective we know she is at least with a reasonable person.
Though honestly I don't know who any of these people are because I droped rwby after the fall/death of Pyrrha...
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Indeed. I so hoped we'd give them that one final gentle push. How sad to see the wariness has prevailed.
Eh. We'll probably have better luck next time when one of them jumps the gun.
[x] Don't go back to town, you're already halfway up the mountain, may as well camp there and cross the mountains in the morning.
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This was adorable, though. Great conversation!
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- Location
- Other side
[X] Don't go back to town, you're already halfway up the mountain, may as well camp there and cross the mountains in the morning.
I'm sure whatever ancient evil we accidentally awaken will pay back the local non-monarchy for their unhelpfulness. Poor Paddy wasn't even addressed let alone offered refreshments. I'm sure thezoo island gets a lot of tourists, why do we get special treatment? Is it because we used to be human?
I'm sure whatever ancient evil we accidentally awaken will pay back the local non-monarchy for their unhelpfulness. Poor Paddy wasn't even addressed let alone offered refreshments. I'm sure the
- Location
- The Maple Syrup Mountains
[X] Find an inn, you should have enough Lien for the night. You can-
-[X] Go find this Ghira person.
It's A Trap!
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
The journey down the mountain was tiring, but it was a good sort of tiring. Stretching her legs, testing her balance, helping her cute little faunus-friend over obstacles; Cattleya doubted she would ever cease to enjoy such luxuries. The only thing that would make it better was if she had one of her old pets along with her, she hoped they were all well cared for by the family servants, but Paty filled that role well enough at least.
I hope Moira still agrees that we should bring some faunus along when we leave Remnant. I'm not sure if I could convince Cynric on my own, he's really inconsistent in his views on sub-human treatment. I know he used some of them as potions, but he'd probably be offended somehow if I suggested keeping the twins as pets. Maybe if I addressed it as wanting servants? It's the same thing though, isn't it? Oh! Doesn't he have an interest in Blake? I know she's supposedly being useful to him and Louise. Surely I could use that in my argument someh-
Gently poking her arm to interrupt her thoughts, Paty mumbled, "Umm... We're here."
A rough-hewn sign hung above the door of an unpainted wooden building along the town's main street. 'Lincoln's lodge' the sign read. Pushing through the odd, chest height window slats disguised as a door, she saw a dusty and disused foyer. Other than a bar that the owner was sleeping behind and six empty tables, there was a staircase leading up to a dozen actual doors and another staircase to the roof.
At the sound of the doors flapping, a pretty white haired girl with antlers poked her head out from what could only be the kitchen. Seeing a customer, she set something down with a clatter and rushed out, wiping her hands on her dress without a care for the stains left behind. Then again, there were plenty already present on the oddly fluffy thing.
"Good evening! Can I get you two a meal, drink, a room maybe?"
Slipping out a handful of cards, the pinkette smiled back and answered, "A room and food would be great."
"Coming right up, assuming you can pay, of course." The young woman stated cheerily, smile growing more sincere at the sight of a handful of colorful cards. Making her way back into the kitchen while watching them over her shoulder, she called out, "So, will you ladies be dining out here or in your room, Miss..."
"Vallière. Perse. Here will do fine." Cattleya replied, pointing to herself and Paty before fumbling to catch the key that came flying toward her unexpectedly. That certainly wasn't how a respectable inn would operate in Tristain.
A dull buzzing sound Cattleya was unfamiliar with came from the kitchen as the antlered girl offered, "We have other~ services I can provide if you're interested."
"U-uh... N-n-no thank y-you." Paty denied, cheeks flushed for some reason. Cattleya frowned at the sheep-girl, having been just about to ask for more information.
Not wanting to miss out on something that might prove helpful to her mission, the pinkette objected, "Hold on, I'd like to hear more."
"Great!" The waitress cheered, skipping out with a pair of steaming hot plates of delicious looking gravy drenched bird and vegetables, somehow having cooked it all far quicker than any of the Vallière servants ever had. "Well, for starters, here's your list of choices. I'm the only one here right now, it's kind of a dry season for tourists from the colonies and all, but the others'll be over in a jiff if I'm not enough."
The last bit was said as if it was an inconceivable thing, mentioned more as a courtesy than something that would actually come to pass. Looking down at the list, Cattleya saw a bunch of names with one to ten stars beside them as well as a timetable with a price.
A finger pointed at a name in the middle of the list as the waitress boasted, "That's me."
By the smugness in the statement, ten stars was probably the best at whatever was being measured. That still didn't really tell her what she was looking at... though it did bring up new questions, such as, "Your name is Will?"
Patting on Paty's back as she coughed, having chosen to fill her red cheeks with food, 'Will' replied, "Well, not really. It's actually Pwyll, but not many people outside Southern Mistral can pronounce it right from reading it, so it was either Paul because of spelling or Will for pronunciation."
"But Will is a man's name!" The sheep-girl argued hoarsely upon recovery.
"Well, yeah... Why else would I choose it?" The waitress... waiter? The antlered faunus asked dubiously. "Oh, right, the dress. That's simple; I'm really pretty!"
Eying her... Him skeptically, Paty asked, "You're screwing with us, aren't you?"
"It's on the table." Will tittered cutely as Paty averted her gaze. "No really! We get a lot of guys that don't want to their friends to know they like other guys, that's where I come in! Money's money, after all. Oh, but don't worry, I can please all comers equally, just ask around."
Paty's face might as well have been pale before, the crimson having spread down her neck as she quickly tugged Cattleya up the stairs with a reaffirmation of their disinterest. Confused, the pinkette protested, "Wait, I still haven't found out what services we could get!"
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The night passed quickly after that, with Paty refusing to sleep on the bed. Offers of cuddles, ear scratches, and tummy rubs were met with disappointed stares. What was the point of having such fluffy hair if she wouldn't cuddle?! At least the sheep-girl seemed to have forgotten that she had been nervous about Cattleya's werebear status.
In the morning, she was surprised to see that Will had prepared an extra large breakfast for them. "Good morning, ladies."
"Morning." Paty said warily, sitting down at the bar. "What's all this?"
"Complimentary apology breakfast." He answered, pouring a cup of whisky and sliding it down the bar to the still sleeping man that was probably the owner.
Taking her seat, Cattleya tilted her head. "What are you apologizing for?"
"Pushing too hard. It was pretty clear Miss Perse wasn't comfortable, so I should have waited until it was just the two of us to talk business. Now I've cost the lodge money and robbed you of a night you'd never forget." He explained with a smirk, earning a grumble from Paty.
Having just picked up her fork and knife, the pinkette sat them back down. "I still have no idea what you keep alluding to or why she's so flustered."
The confession made the antlered faunus laugh, "Sex, I was talking about sex."
"That's absurd!" Cattleya laughed right back, losing herself to a fit of giggles at the affronted look on Will's face. "Why in the world would I debase myself by fornicating with someone like you?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Granted." The pinkette accepted, not one to hold a grudge over even such a ludicrous suggestion. Not that the forgiveness seemed to make the deer-thing feel better. Putting it out of mind before she burst into another bout of humor, she asked, "Anyway, would you happen to know where to find Ghira? I have a meeting with him this morning, but the directions weren't quite clear."
"You do?" Paty wondered aloud.
Still looking unhappy, whether because of guilt from having the hubris to proposition her or some other reason, the inn worker nodded. "I know where he lives."
"Wonderful, would you be so kind as to show us the way after the meal?"
"I'm working, you'll have to find someone else to play tour guide." Came the not-quite gruff reply, his or her voice being far too high and naturally cheery.
Cattleya was about to present the faunus with more lien in exchange, but Paty stopped her and whispered, "I know the way."
That settled, the two of them ate in silence, the welcome atmosphere having disappeared for some reason. Was the waiter or waitress really so distraught as to forget courtesy? If so, it was no wonder the inn had to resort to prostitution to attract customers and could apparently still only attract heathens of perverse tastes. The owner still hadn't awoken by the time they left and as she walked through Kuo Kuana, she could only wonder if he was perhaps dead.
Dead innkeeper or no, Cattleya was soon awash once more in a tide of animal-people and such trivial things no longer mattered. Fluffy sheep at her side, delightfully playful puppies and kitties running through the streets, cows and lizards and everything in between all around; surely she had reached paradise. She just wanted to grab a few and take them home with her, a couple dozen or so wouldn't be unreasonable, would it?
"Please, please, please don't eat somebody's kid." Paty begged quietly, pulling the pinkette into an alleyway and reaching up to wipe at her face.
Oh goodness, was I drooling?
"I would never!" Cattleya exclaimed. "Why would you even think that?!"
Paty simply held up her moist sleeve and shook her head. "Cattleya, please... I like you, my sister likes you, we all do... But Ghira's a really important person to my people. I'm putting a lot of trust in you here, so promise me you won't attack anyone."
"You have my word." The pinkette agreed without hesitation.
"Thank you." The faunus seemed incredibly relieved as she led them out of the alley, though that faded quickly as they emerged from the tree lined path onto the main road and a moderately sized building loomed in the distance.
The girl grew more and more worked up the closer they got, sheep ears twitching and turning her head to glance furtively back at the pinkette every few steps. By the time they reached the stairs to the strangely small and unguarded palace, Paty was sweating and looked like she wanted to run away rather than meet Ghira. It was almost like she'd never interacted with royalty, which was definitely not true. After all, they'd been around eachother for months now and even slept in the same room just last night!
Standing before a pair of large wooden doors not unlike the ones in Sienna's hidden palace, Cattleya gave her worried companion a reassuring pat on the head that had no ulterior motives and reached for the knocker. The hollow, echoing sound it produced was impressive, clearly done to ensure the residents could hear it from anywhere inside... though she wasn't sure why it was necessary when they could just station a servant by the door to receive guests.
A few moments passed before one of the doors slowly creaked open and a pair of gold-studded cat ears popped into view. They were large, black, and attached to a vaguely familiar face.
"H-hello, Lady Belladonna." Paty greeted nervously, bowing at the waist while Cattleya just stared.
Status: Enraptured
Magicka: (3000/3000)
Choose:
[] POV Switch:
[] Squee and hug her!
[] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
[] Write in.
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A/N:
I hope Moira still agrees that we should bring some faunus along when we leave Remnant. I'm not sure if I could convince Cynric on my own, he's really inconsistent in his views on sub-human treatment. I know he used some of them as potions, but he'd probably be offended somehow if I suggested keeping the twins as pets. Maybe if I addressed it as wanting servants? It's the same thing though, isn't it? Oh! Doesn't he have an interest in Blake? I know she's supposedly being useful to him and Louise. Surely I could use that in my argument someh-
Gently poking her arm to interrupt her thoughts, Paty mumbled, "Umm... We're here."
A rough-hewn sign hung above the door of an unpainted wooden building along the town's main street. 'Lincoln's lodge' the sign read. Pushing through the odd, chest height window slats disguised as a door, she saw a dusty and disused foyer. Other than a bar that the owner was sleeping behind and six empty tables, there was a staircase leading up to a dozen actual doors and another staircase to the roof.
At the sound of the doors flapping, a pretty white haired girl with antlers poked her head out from what could only be the kitchen. Seeing a customer, she set something down with a clatter and rushed out, wiping her hands on her dress without a care for the stains left behind. Then again, there were plenty already present on the oddly fluffy thing.
"Good evening! Can I get you two a meal, drink, a room maybe?"
Slipping out a handful of cards, the pinkette smiled back and answered, "A room and food would be great."
"Coming right up, assuming you can pay, of course." The young woman stated cheerily, smile growing more sincere at the sight of a handful of colorful cards. Making her way back into the kitchen while watching them over her shoulder, she called out, "So, will you ladies be dining out here or in your room, Miss..."
"Vallière. Perse. Here will do fine." Cattleya replied, pointing to herself and Paty before fumbling to catch the key that came flying toward her unexpectedly. That certainly wasn't how a respectable inn would operate in Tristain.
A dull buzzing sound Cattleya was unfamiliar with came from the kitchen as the antlered girl offered, "We have other~ services I can provide if you're interested."
"U-uh... N-n-no thank y-you." Paty denied, cheeks flushed for some reason. Cattleya frowned at the sheep-girl, having been just about to ask for more information.
Not wanting to miss out on something that might prove helpful to her mission, the pinkette objected, "Hold on, I'd like to hear more."
"Great!" The waitress cheered, skipping out with a pair of steaming hot plates of delicious looking gravy drenched bird and vegetables, somehow having cooked it all far quicker than any of the Vallière servants ever had. "Well, for starters, here's your list of choices. I'm the only one here right now, it's kind of a dry season for tourists from the colonies and all, but the others'll be over in a jiff if I'm not enough."
The last bit was said as if it was an inconceivable thing, mentioned more as a courtesy than something that would actually come to pass. Looking down at the list, Cattleya saw a bunch of names with one to ten stars beside them as well as a timetable with a price.
A finger pointed at a name in the middle of the list as the waitress boasted, "That's me."
By the smugness in the statement, ten stars was probably the best at whatever was being measured. That still didn't really tell her what she was looking at... though it did bring up new questions, such as, "Your name is Will?"
Patting on Paty's back as she coughed, having chosen to fill her red cheeks with food, 'Will' replied, "Well, not really. It's actually Pwyll, but not many people outside Southern Mistral can pronounce it right from reading it, so it was either Paul because of spelling or Will for pronunciation."
"But Will is a man's name!" The sheep-girl argued hoarsely upon recovery.
"Well, yeah... Why else would I choose it?" The waitress... waiter? The antlered faunus asked dubiously. "Oh, right, the dress. That's simple; I'm really pretty!"
Eying her... Him skeptically, Paty asked, "You're screwing with us, aren't you?"
"It's on the table." Will tittered cutely as Paty averted her gaze. "No really! We get a lot of guys that don't want to their friends to know they like other guys, that's where I come in! Money's money, after all. Oh, but don't worry, I can please all comers equally, just ask around."
Paty's face might as well have been pale before, the crimson having spread down her neck as she quickly tugged Cattleya up the stairs with a reaffirmation of their disinterest. Confused, the pinkette protested, "Wait, I still haven't found out what services we could get!"
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The night passed quickly after that, with Paty refusing to sleep on the bed. Offers of cuddles, ear scratches, and tummy rubs were met with disappointed stares. What was the point of having such fluffy hair if she wouldn't cuddle?! At least the sheep-girl seemed to have forgotten that she had been nervous about Cattleya's werebear status.
In the morning, she was surprised to see that Will had prepared an extra large breakfast for them. "Good morning, ladies."
"Morning." Paty said warily, sitting down at the bar. "What's all this?"
"Complimentary apology breakfast." He answered, pouring a cup of whisky and sliding it down the bar to the still sleeping man that was probably the owner.
Taking her seat, Cattleya tilted her head. "What are you apologizing for?"
"Pushing too hard. It was pretty clear Miss Perse wasn't comfortable, so I should have waited until it was just the two of us to talk business. Now I've cost the lodge money and robbed you of a night you'd never forget." He explained with a smirk, earning a grumble from Paty.
Having just picked up her fork and knife, the pinkette sat them back down. "I still have no idea what you keep alluding to or why she's so flustered."
The confession made the antlered faunus laugh, "Sex, I was talking about sex."
"That's absurd!" Cattleya laughed right back, losing herself to a fit of giggles at the affronted look on Will's face. "Why in the world would I debase myself by fornicating with someone like you?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Granted." The pinkette accepted, not one to hold a grudge over even such a ludicrous suggestion. Not that the forgiveness seemed to make the deer-thing feel better. Putting it out of mind before she burst into another bout of humor, she asked, "Anyway, would you happen to know where to find Ghira? I have a meeting with him this morning, but the directions weren't quite clear."
"You do?" Paty wondered aloud.
Still looking unhappy, whether because of guilt from having the hubris to proposition her or some other reason, the inn worker nodded. "I know where he lives."
"Wonderful, would you be so kind as to show us the way after the meal?"
"I'm working, you'll have to find someone else to play tour guide." Came the not-quite gruff reply, his or her voice being far too high and naturally cheery.
Cattleya was about to present the faunus with more lien in exchange, but Paty stopped her and whispered, "I know the way."
That settled, the two of them ate in silence, the welcome atmosphere having disappeared for some reason. Was the waiter or waitress really so distraught as to forget courtesy? If so, it was no wonder the inn had to resort to prostitution to attract customers and could apparently still only attract heathens of perverse tastes. The owner still hadn't awoken by the time they left and as she walked through Kuo Kuana, she could only wonder if he was perhaps dead.
Dead innkeeper or no, Cattleya was soon awash once more in a tide of animal-people and such trivial things no longer mattered. Fluffy sheep at her side, delightfully playful puppies and kitties running through the streets, cows and lizards and everything in between all around; surely she had reached paradise. She just wanted to grab a few and take them home with her, a couple dozen or so wouldn't be unreasonable, would it?
"Please, please, please don't eat somebody's kid." Paty begged quietly, pulling the pinkette into an alleyway and reaching up to wipe at her face.
Oh goodness, was I drooling?
"I would never!" Cattleya exclaimed. "Why would you even think that?!"
Paty simply held up her moist sleeve and shook her head. "Cattleya, please... I like you, my sister likes you, we all do... But Ghira's a really important person to my people. I'm putting a lot of trust in you here, so promise me you won't attack anyone."
"You have my word." The pinkette agreed without hesitation.
"Thank you." The faunus seemed incredibly relieved as she led them out of the alley, though that faded quickly as they emerged from the tree lined path onto the main road and a moderately sized building loomed in the distance.
The girl grew more and more worked up the closer they got, sheep ears twitching and turning her head to glance furtively back at the pinkette every few steps. By the time they reached the stairs to the strangely small and unguarded palace, Paty was sweating and looked like she wanted to run away rather than meet Ghira. It was almost like she'd never interacted with royalty, which was definitely not true. After all, they'd been around eachother for months now and even slept in the same room just last night!
Standing before a pair of large wooden doors not unlike the ones in Sienna's hidden palace, Cattleya gave her worried companion a reassuring pat on the head that had no ulterior motives and reached for the knocker. The hollow, echoing sound it produced was impressive, clearly done to ensure the residents could hear it from anywhere inside... though she wasn't sure why it was necessary when they could just station a servant by the door to receive guests.
A few moments passed before one of the doors slowly creaked open and a pair of gold-studded cat ears popped into view. They were large, black, and attached to a vaguely familiar face.
"H-hello, Lady Belladonna." Paty greeted nervously, bowing at the waist while Cattleya just stared.
Status: Enraptured
Magicka: (3000/3000)
Choose:
[] POV Switch:
-[] Cynric
-[] Louise
-[] Louise
[] Squee and hug her!
-[] Scratch her ears!
--[] Boop her nose!
---[] Nuzzle her cheek!
--[] Boop her nose!
---[] Nuzzle her cheek!
[] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
[] Write in.
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A/N:
I made up four potential places to stay the night; a small modern hotel, a wild-west saloon, an onsen, and a tavern like Qrow goes to in Mistral in canon. You got the saloon, I decided on a deer faunus and the first mythological figure I came up with for deer was Pwyll, who saw a white stag. White stags are a sign of taboo, saloons have prostitutes, taboo+prostitute=trap. I couldn't help myself with the misleading title. 
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SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
Yeah I'd like a switch. Somehow cattleya is just uninteresting to me and her social is worse than Louise.
[X] POV Switch:
-[X] Cynric
Let's get back to the old man
[X] POV Switch:
-[X] Cynric
Let's get back to the old man
- Location
- United States
[X] POV Switch:
-[X] Cynric
She is in good hands.... and we can always pick her back up with summoning/conjuration before Remnant is accidentlied by Louise and Cynric...
-[X] Cynric
She is in good hands.... and we can always pick her back up with summoning/conjuration before Remnant is accidentlied by Louise and Cynric...
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Cattleya is my absolute favorite right now. Such a casual, easy-going disregard to the people's everything behind that gentle and magnanimous smile. So much better than Louise's abrasiveness even though it stems from the same roots.
Blackie is so coming with us.
Kinda want to see how the conversation goes now that she realised that's her family she ended up going to. Will it elevate Blackie to the rank of a royal pet, or is Catty going to show some genuine consideration for the poor girl now that she's been outed as a cat-princess?
[x] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
No, not at all.
Blackie is so coming with us.
Kinda want to see how the conversation goes now that she realised that's her family she ended up going to. Will it elevate Blackie to the rank of a royal pet, or is Catty going to show some genuine consideration for the poor girl now that she's been outed as a cat-princess?
[x] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
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nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
[X] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
C'mon, we have an option right in front of us that risks a diplomatic incident. What kind of questers would we be if we ignored that!
Seriously though, let's stick around long enough to figure out how on or wildly off track Cattleya is for her quest. I like it here!
C'mon, we have an option right in front of us that risks a diplomatic incident. What kind of questers would we be if we ignored that!
Seriously though, let's stick around long enough to figure out how on or wildly off track Cattleya is for her quest. I like it here!
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
[X] Struggle to remain composed, Belladonna or not, you've come for a reason and this woman the wife of the local ruler... not that anyone had the decency to inform you that Blake was of royal blood like you and Louise.
I'm not really picky about whether we stay on this POV or not, but I'd like to at least try to keep Cattleya from making too bad of a faux pas if we do switch. I mean, a faux pas is inevitable, but hopefully we can keep it manageable.
I just don't trust her in this situation without our guidance. Not that I've got a lot of faith in our guidance, but at least then the fuck-ups would be our fault instead of her auto-pilot.
I'm not really picky about whether we stay on this POV or not, but I'd like to at least try to keep Cattleya from making too bad of a faux pas if we do switch. I mean, a faux pas is inevitable, but hopefully we can keep it manageable.
I just don't trust her in this situation without our guidance. Not that I've got a lot of faith in our guidance, but at least then the fuck-ups would be our fault instead of her auto-pilot.
