Where the Fey Mind Leads, a mission ft. Ivory

After the whole Zombie Mother event, Scoria had become quite the place of ill repute. Rather, more so than it already had been. Which was why it was somehow safer to go scavenge for supplies now. Not to mention with how many deaths had occurred, from the various village militias, the graveyard would also be an excellent place to survey - you never know what kind of tech or weaponry was just out there now, lying in wait to be found.

She had gotten one member to agree upon accompanying her to the miasma ridden deadzone, and that current fluffy member was speaking up now. "Hmm, if it's anything short of teleportation I'll pass."

The comfort of choosing this spirit as her companion for today was that she would not be desiring it's blood. Something she had not quite gotten used to yet, and at this point it was just easier to erase that impulse than to deal with it.

"I can fly us, after all. But if your means is instant travel then hell yeah I'm down for it!"

Omy Godfrey

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"Yup!" She'd follow after the fiery fox with equal eager measure, feet practically skipping on her way out. Once under the morning sky, she'd take a moment to stretch, taking in the warmth with quiet satisfaction. Unlike some vampiric legends, she had found that her own turn had only made her enjoy the sunlight more so than she ever had before. Perhaps it was due to the Demont lineage; she didn't know for certain though.

"You might have to use that nifty humanoid form to hold on, though~"

Crimson orbs drifted from the sky and back to the smaller thing: the loyal subject of the Godfrey family. She wasn't sure of the entire specifics, but she was pleased that AJ had such a strong companion at their beck and call whenever they might need it.

"Prepare to be dazzled!"

Her tongue stuck out with a wink, before her face would suddenly be overwhelmed with that of a horses', her body soon following, until nothing but an huge ebony steed remained. It'd snort loudly, smoke and flame exiting in a small cloud of smoke as a consequence, before it'd lower it's head, to gently brush into the fiery fox's fuzzy "scarf."

Omy Godfrey

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While her equine snout was wrapped by two humanoid arms, Ivory would carefully take in the fox's bipedal form. It was quite pretty, wasn't it? Her cranium would lean into the hug, pleased by the affection and compliment. Even if these forms weren't originally "her," she still felt excited when others enjoyed them with her.

Upon being mounted, Ivory would release a playful whinny while her wings expanded to their full span. The flames lashing around them were vivid with the stark contrast they had to the obsidian base, but, as Blaze would soon find out from contact with her equally fiery mane, they posed no threat to the mounted. She could not speak back whilst in pegasus form, as it lacked the ability naturally, so she'd just let a fun backward kick be her response before she lifted for take off.

In no time Shale Town looked like nothing more than a drawing on map, and it'd quickly fall out of sight as her massive wingspan carried them away.

Omy Godfrey

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Compared to all the sights she'd seen, Scoria still remained among the most interesting: sure it was just a giant ball of miasma from above, but it made for an interesting blip in otherwise natural-ish terrain. Granted most of flora surrounding it was deader than the magic council, but it was a stimulating sight, certainly.

After landing, Ivory turned back to the normal alabaster self she always donned, her crimson eyes curiously watching as Blaze wandered forward evidently testing the air with her sense of smell. What she didn't expect, however, was to see the miasma part for the girl as she went forward.

Hurrying after, she'd be sure to keep in range so she too could be blessed by such a gift. Last time she was here she hadn't had the pleasure of avoiding the toxic fog's odor. "What a blessing you are! Some.. Celestial Spirit trick, I take it?"

"By the way, I was thinking of checking out the battlefield from the Mother's fight. I'm guessing a lot of the passed soldiers may have quiet a fine collection of items, some possibly magical even."

Omy Godfrey

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Ivory didn't know how to take the spirits' confusion, but just chocked it up as something Blaze was naturally capable of doing as opposed to something intentional.

"Sure thing!" She'd lead the spirit then, prancing ahead but remaining within range as to not lose the effectiveness of the miasma clearing. It was nice being able to wander the fallen city without being choked out. Also nice not to have to worry about maggot ridden undead. Even if she herself was classified as an "undead" now -- at least she wasn't visibly rotting and leaking grotesque fluids.

"It's not too far." The center of the city didn't take long to reach their vision, and in it there were several hundreds of dead soldiers. It was mildly depressing -- and disgusting, given the scent -- but it was also a field of opportunity item and money wise. Hell, even stripping one sixteenth of the soldiers of their armor and selling them would be lucrative.

She could tell some had already been through here, perhaps to claim their lost ones, but the larger portion of the fallen were still there, rotting in their battle gear.

Omy Godfrey

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"Indeed. Guess we should've worn masks after all." Albeit, she faced the scent of the diseased with less visible discomfort, as her crimson orbs simply surveyed the battlefield with a distant thoughtfulness.

It wasn't until the fox-lady moved to one of the bodies to search it that she snapped away from her contemplation, leaving the grim and thankful thoughts behind. "We are.."

She chuckled at the orangette's commentary, shaking her head ever so slightly and deciding to make it a note not to pat down pockets. "Too bad we can't save every sentimental thing and return it to their families." The pictures were sad to glance upon, and she'd instead turn her gaze away as she wandered off to pull a sword out of clenched hand, her eyes attracted to the emeralds embedded upon the hilt. "This shit though.. I wonder if he'd of took such an embellished weapon to battle if he had known he was going to die?"

His hand broke off with her prying, and it'd only fall when she forcibly pulled it off afterwards. She flashed the sword toward Blaze promptly after, showing off it's unmistakable beauty. "I hope there's more like this. Damn. We might need to return here with a truck."

Omy Godfrey

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Ivory would only shrug at the comment on the man's ignorance to the likelihood that he would die. But she supposed the spirit was right; most went into war thinking they would serve rather than die. To her that was a silly notion, but that didn't mean the common man wasn't infected by such a mentality.

"Your.. fur?" She watched then as the woman inserted coins into her hair and they simply disappeared, despite gravity saying that they should've fallen. Ivory clapped, a beam flooding her features. She eagerly agreed too, tossing the sword toward her, but she already believed the first demonstration.

"Excellent! Let's get EVERYTHING. Can I just.. drop things into your cranium? Or do you need warning first?"

Ivory chuckled, imagining herself randomly throwing things across the field at the woman's head.

Omy Godfrey

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