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The morning sun carefully peeked from behind the horizon. A rooster snoozing on its perch snapped awake and greeted it loudly. The sound got the people of Dacite Village stirring, preparing for a new day. In a cold, uncaring world, the average folk had no days off. Still, many wordlessly wished this day would be like any other. Quiet. Serene. And without surprises.
To them, Lady Luck smiled and whispered... No.
One poor farmer was faced with a mystery. His search through the the chicken coops yielded... nothing. Odd. There should have been at some eggs, but all the nests had been picked clean. Stranger yet, there were no signs of struggle, damage or panicking poultry. Like the thief had been... some sort of ghost... His wife sighed at the wild theory and suggested that maybe it was just a fox that got into the coop again. While the puzzled man eventually agreed, he couldn’t help but wonder... What kind of fox would only steal eggs?
Meanwhile, some manner of foxy figure was scampering up the side of the largest municipal building. A black jumpsuit rustled softly with each motion. Bare hands and feet found good grip from small holes and edges. Golden eyes gleamed, accompanied by a sly smile. A playfully hummed song danced in the breeze.
Soon enough Kin found herself on top of the building. She plopped down at the ledge, watching the little people scurry below. Well, big people, but they looked little from here. She patted a small jute sack by her side, careful not to crack anything. Not just yet anyway... Upon picking some suitably challenging targets, she reached into the bag. A mischievous whisper left her lips.
“Bombs away~”
Roughly two seconds later a white projectile whizzed across the air. It flew in a long arc before coming down. Yellow yolk splattered against the ground. Soon another bomb came down to make a mess. Worse yet, it brought friends. Anyone unfortunate enough to be lingering around the main municipal building was getting bombarded mercilessly. And the mischief-maker had brought plenty of ammo...
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Aug 27, 2019 19:38:35 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"]  [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Dacite Town wasn’t exactly a beacon of security. There were other settlements that were heavily guarded, had a lot of sturdy defenses in the form of huge barricades, armed guards, and other implements meant to discourage the exact thing that was unraveling before their eyes. They were often subject to these ploys because they didn’t have the means to put up legitimate defenses against it, which was why the long-faced folk were vulnerable. Well, it wasn’t her inventory being thrown about, so she was indifferent; it was their lack of foresight that left them open to that.
In short time, the seeds of madness were being sewn in the most unexpected way possible. Those missing eggs? Someone was unleashing a barrage of them at the municipal building and anyone unfortunate enough to pass it by. Its exterior was being coated in slimy yolk and people’s faces were becoming a surprised abstract painting comprised of broken egg shells and albumen. No injuries or serious damage, just a lot of frustration and an ill-fated clean up duty later.
Anniken was watching the scene transpire, placing her hand over her brow as she looked in the direction of the culprit. As a traveler herself with a purpose unknown to the population of Dacite, she was free to do whatever. Whistling in appreciation, or amusement, she decided that she would get in on the action. If anyone noticed her at all, they would only see one outcome; it looked as though the Godfrey had teleported to a different location. Of course, she didn’t do it literally, she just moved to the spot during a window of time only she could move around in, and then reappeared when the spell ended.
And where did she seem to appear next? Adjacent to the individual raining egg bombs on the folk below.
”Say, you mind if I get in on this? Ain’t never seen nothin’ like this before, but they used to call me somethin’ like an ace pitcher back in the day,” she said, inviting herself and attempting to pick up one of the eggs and launch it at the municipal building.
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Kin was winding up another throw when a new voice caught her off-guard. She froze in mid-motion, almost dropping the egg. The questions buzzing through her head -namely when and how- had to make way when the stranger’s words fully registered. Sneaking up on her was one thing, but... Someone... wanted to join her fun? Now this was a first.
Surprise flipped into glee. The prankster finished throwing that egg before turning her attention towards her new friend. “Sure! Help yourself~” She opened the sack a little further, letting the nameless woman take her pick. Lucky thing there was enough ammor for two!
The golden gaze studied the stranger from head to toe. And back up again. Kin let out a pondering hum. Hm hm, yup yup... She had no idea who this was. Seemed nice enough though. Usually people who caught her in the act were all don’t do this and stop that.
Speaking of such people...
In the distance, a grumpy elder waddled in view. His bushy beard and brows covered most of his face. If white facial hair made a man important, then that guy must’ve been the big chief. Stomping his cane furiously, he demanded to know what was going on here. ...Or that’s what Kin guessed anyway based on the frantic gesturing. She couldn’t quite hear his grumbling from so far away. All the scolding just blurred together anyway.
The trickster’s lips curled into a sly smile. She aimed a playful point at the steaming grump. “Hm~ I bet you a muffin that you can’t hit that dusty old dummy over there~” She underlined the challenge by lifting the sack, offering more ammo.
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Aug 28, 2019 13:20:14 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Ah, sweet reception. It would have been a whole lot less fun if they rejected her company in the current ploy, after she invested time in climbing up there—even if it didn’t look like she did from an outsider’s perspective. Even without scrutiny, this individual had piqued her interest. Not everybody had the guts to go through with a deed like this, and for that, she earned some respect from the wolf ear-and-tail sporting woman.
Her first target didn’t require precision; it was a building, after all. The egg smashed against one of the dilapidated windows without issue, and smeared it with a film of yellow, translucent yolk. Rolling her shoulder, she warmed it up in preparation for her next target, whatever it may be. Sometimes it was fun to just unwind and let loose on a settlement that wasn’t her own, without leaving a dire message in her wake. Anniken must have had a lot of free time on her hands today.
Examining her partner in crime in return with her own golden eyes, she verified that she had no recollection of her, and she didn’t feel like scanning for leads with her unique eye. That would spoil the fun, and because of that she didn’t always like using it; she didn’t want to grow complacent. Might not even yield much fruit. One thing was for sure, they had a pretty adorable air about them, what with their mischievous antics and implicated penchant for bedlam.
”Me? Hit that ol’ coot over there? Boy, you better keep some of them eggs for bakin’, ‘cause I’m gonna take you up on that muffin,” she said, accepting the ammo with a gloved hand.
Had Anniken not been an individual accustomed to throwing a spear regularly, it might have been a harder shot to make. However, her expertise with hurling objects weightier than the eggs lent her good accuracy, even from afar, and especially with how stationary the withered raisin of a grandpa was. Arching back, she decided to throw a curve ball, in that it would shut the man up by splattering it all over his mouth.
”Wouldn’t stop blabbin’, so I gave’em somethin’ to keep his mouth occupied! Bet you one touch on my ears he finds it delicious.”
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The crescent grin sharpened as the stranger took the bait. Kin stifled a snicker beneath her breath. Little did her friend know that this bet was rigged... From this distance, the only options were hilarious failure aaand the itty-bitty chance of smashing success. That’s right! Either way, she would still be entertained! Truly a devious plan. Aaaand... Boom. After an impressive arc, the fragile bomb found its target. The elder was nearly knocked over from sheer surprise. A messy splatter covered his face. Upon recovering from the shock, he started furiously spitting out yolk and shards of eggshell. Meanwhile, Kin doubled over, clutching her gut. Gleeful giggling danced in the wind. “Mweehhehehehee~!” She laughed herself breathless, flopping over and gasping like a fish on dry land. Even when it started hurting, she still squirmed with laughter. After a while the playful woman finally managed to get a grip. She bounced back onto her feet. A happy sigh left her lips as she wiped away her tears. “Hee~ Nice throw. Totally worth a muffin.” A fair payment for fair entertainment. But before she would share any sweet treats, there was something far more important to do. Suddenly the trickster’s tone gained a sly edge. “Buuuut~ I haven’t seen anyone spit out delicious things...” Her eyes twinkled like tiny stars as they suddenly focused on the triangular targets. “Which means...” Grabby hands reached for the ears, an eager motion that embodied the word ‘gimme’. She had no intention of stopping at just one touch though.... If the wolf-eared friend kept her word, she would have received relentless petting and patting. Said ears were in for poking, brushing and twiddling. Even her hair wouldn’t be safe from getting messily ruffled. It was super special research, you know. Kin needed to find out if they really were as soft and fuzzy as they looked. Important stuff. A.J. Godfrey
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Before she could enjoy her triumph in full, she turned her attention towards the blonde. Laughing—she was laughing, and she expected as much. But her incessant giggling transcended just laughing, as she watched her flop, writhe and gasp in the utter hilarity. Anniken’s grin endured as she watched this, and rather than aversion, it seemed like she was gradually piquing more of her interest.
And so she laughed as well, amused from the spectacle, amused from smashing and egg into some guy’s face, and amused at this unorthodox lull in the gritty atmosphere the world usually provided.
A little less than her partner, though—and maybe that was the understatement of the year.
It looked like she was getting her muffin. Along with having her ears touched, a rare occurrence indeed. When posed with this, she supposed she did say that delicious things would be spat out, and staked ear rubs on it—and she was currently spitting up a frantic mixture of geezer special. As anyone could surmise, that didn’t fit the description of delicious.
Shrugging her shoulders widely, she smiled.
“Alright—you got me there. Have at it!”
Docking her head lower for the onslaught, her ears twitched as they were contacted by eager hands. Their velvety texture was assured, as was the continuous swaying of her bushy tail from side to side. The ear rubbing and petting felt sublime, to say the least, but she was especially fond of the hair touching, too. ”Mmmm~, you’ve sure got a way with hands~,” she sighed, clearly fond of this arrangement, and in turn decided to play along with the enthusiasm, leaning into the motions even more.
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Aug 30, 2019 10:20:19 GMT
A jubilant “Yaaay~” left Kin’s lips when she was granted her reward. Much to her immense glee, the ears were exactly as soft and fuzzy as expected. Like fabric that was way too fancy for her to afford. The compliment was met with a sly comment. “Oh, I know plenty of tricks...” She underlined the claim with affectionate scratches right behind the ears. Deftly her fingers danced, playing with the stranger’s senses just as much as they played with her fur. There was something so strangely captivating about the woman. The fluffy tail swaying back and forth started seeming rather hypnotic. While the curious blonde suppressed the odd urges whispering in her ear, she still found herself wondering... Was it fluffy like a pillow? She wouldn’t have minded spending the rest of the day like this... However, a trickster was still a trickster. Stronger than curious urges were the whispers of mischief. While one hand continued to work its magic, the other moved to pull the wolfish woman closer. She plotted to guide her into a hug, pressing against her gently. Another set of scratches offered distraction and encouraged the motion. Slowly, slyly, Kin’s affectionate touch go adventurous... One hand caressed the fuzzy ears, while the other explored the stranger’s clothing. Especially around the pockets. She was betting there would be a money pouch somewhere... around... here, maybe? A playful whisper laid another layer of deception, something else to think about. “You know~ I didn’t catch your name~”A.J. Godfrey
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This woman, whose name she did not know, pulled her closer. The Godfather felt the warmth seep into her from the embrace, while another hand continued to tend to her ears; the sensation felt good. Initially when she felt her hands get more liberal with their advance, moving to different parts of her body, she thought that the blonde may have had an interesting direction in mind. Although, the location was a strange one to get adventurous where one placed their hands.
Getting as playful as that on top of a roof was odd, but she may have gone along with the motions should her magic type have been anything else. For the visions illustrated not just the scene, but what was truly happening within it; that was true wisdom, after all. The other woman would discover that within her pockets were a box of cigarettes, a pill bottle, and a small coin purse.
Only within her vision, anyway.
During that vision, Anniken made a few adjustments, and then watched the events play out for real.
Pulled closer, she leaned against the embrace, enjoying the sensation that permeated both her ears and the warmth that sank into her body. When the other person’s hands strayed elsewhere, she found find that there was nothing within her pockets; at least the readily available one. For these belongings were now within her back pocket as if they were always there, and she wondered if she would change her plans and look there instead. Flecks of mischief wandered into her golden eyes.
”My name? It’s Anniken~,” she started, starting to return the touching, her own touch growing adventurous as she touched her in return as though she were merely reciprocating the gesture. ”What about you?”
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Some adventures resulted in no treasure. Kin didn’t mind though. She enjoyed simply exploring. It was fun to wander and wonder. “Anniken, hm? A lovely name~” Her heart skipped a beat she felt Anniken’s touch upon her. Suddenly she was super aware of how close they were... Masking the bubbly little thoughts behind that unwavering smile, the trickster introduced herself in turn. “Some call me Harle, but my friends call me Kin.” Her eyes twinkled as she leaned closer for a whisper. “I wonder which one you will call me~” Little things could tell so much about a person. Though this one didn’t strike her as a dull killjoy. The adventurous fingers hesitated briefly. Kin glanced down. If this pocket was empty, then maybe... Should she...? What if her friend got the wrong idea? The thought was quickly pushed aside, hidden into some nice mental closet. What was a wrong idea here anyway? She could always say she was just joking. Only playing around. Slowly she started reaching for the back pocket. Yeah... However, her hand twitched, stopped, at a sudden shout. “Hey!”Down below, the bushy-bearded elder was glaring fiercely. He shook his cane at the troublemakers, complaining loudly. Like a breathless barking of an old dog. “How dare you grumble mumble harrumph humbug?!” Okay, well, he probably was saying something wise there, but the trickster didn’t bother listening. In her ears, all the lecturing had started sounding the same. Just dull grumbling that blended together into nonsense. A.J. Godfrey
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Aug 31, 2019 13:28:54 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]To be honest, teasing people was fun. It was interesting seeing their reactions in response to it, and from the looks of things, Kin—or Harle, though she felt more inclined to use the former—was not providing boring reactions. She wondered what was going on in her head, it was hard to discern from the initial reactions, as she didn’t seem to be losing any composure. ”Don’t you worry, I’m full of surprises…” Anniken said, her thick accent still prominent in her words as she allowed the blonde to explore her to her heart’s content.
Before they could progress further, wherever it was they were going with this, she heard a voice. Wolfish ears perking up at the abrupt sound, she turned her attention briefly to her peripheral. Though still cognisant of what was happening, she still chuckled at the old man’s babbling. He was totally freaking out, and maybe a more brutish side of her enjoyed the frustration she induced with her precise throw earlier. Though it didn’t look like he was going to shut up soon, she wondered what she should do about that? At this rate, they would have the attention of more than just the geezer.
”How’s about we bounce and start fixin’ to get to a different spot? Unless you’ve got a better idea,” Anniken started, her eyes venturing back towards Kin. ”Don’t think old bones here is gonna stop yappin’ anytime soon. And I bet we can find other places to egg bomb this little village.”
Not that she was daunted whatsoever by the idea of drawing attention, but it could kill the mood. Or result in her having to use force she didn’t want to use right now, because that too would kill the mood.
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Kin withdrew her wandering hand and looked down at the ranting geezer. All his words got in return was a mocking tongue. “Nyeee~” Still, she couldn’t be too mad at the interruption. It gave her a moment to gather her thoughts. To regain control. Now if only her heart would stop racing... The trickster’s smile sharpened into a crescent grin. Turns out her new friend was thinking exactly what she was thinking. “Oh, I like the sound of that~! We can make a game out of it...” Tag and hide-n-seek were her favorites. So why not both? “Quick, grab the ammo!” She lifted a finger, aiming a playful poke at the wolfish woman’s nose. Where there was a snoot, there had to be a... “Boop!”Kin took a step back, spread her arms. “Now... Catch me if you can~!” She underlined the taunt with a wagging tongue and leaned backwards. Her whole body shimmered with ghastly light. Instead of flopping against the roof she passed right through it. Only a haunting giggle was left hanging in the air. One short free fall and a surprisingly soft landing later the trickster sprinted out the building. Not through the door or even a window, no... She slipped through the back wall, still bathed in that eerie glow. Her quick getaway took her towards the barns. Hay piles were a cozy hiding spot and she knew just the one with a good view to take potshots. A.J. Godfrey
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Sept 1, 2019 12:21:01 GMT
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”A game, huh? Might just be interested in somethin’ like that.”
The last thing her buddy would see as she dissipated through the roof itself was Anniken, wearing a grin of her own on her lips, while flecks of blue enveloped her right eye. It glowed, and gained black accents to create an eccentric design. After all, if her partner intended to use magic, then she would employ hers, too. The trick she witnessed intrigued her, for she doubted she witnessed anything like this magic before. It reminded her of a ghost, and she may have had chills use her spine like a rollercoaster had she not been allured by the occult and sinister.
No sense in wasting time. The Godfather hoisted up the ammunition into her arms, and made her way over to the edge of the roof. For the time being, she continued to feign ignorance as she waited at the edge of the elevated platform she was perched upon. Privy to certain insights, she needed to bide her time and play the fool if she wanted to catch up with wherever Kin decided to head anytime soon.
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The trickster’s daring escape led to a large barn. As the spell wore off, her ghastly glow faded. She had to sneak inside the old-fashioned way. Luckily the farmhand near the main door was almost falling asleep leaning on his pitchfork. Slyly she snuck in before anyone could notice. Inside, the barn was divided into two floors. At the ground level there were pens for horses and cows, empty during the day as the livestock grazed. Above them a shabbily constructed second level served as hay storage, keeping the feed safe from the weather. Two small openings, on the floor and to the side, served as a handy way to load and dispense hay. Or eggs. Carefully Kin scaled up the creaky ladder. It whined weakly with each step. Upon reaching the top, she immediately dove into the dry hay and vanished from sight. A mischievous giggle trailed along the rafters. Saaafe! Few moments later, a portion of the pile rustled softly. The prankster peeked from hiding. Loose hay stuck to her hair, perfecting her devious camouflage. It tickled as she burrowed around. Anniken would never- would nev- neve- “Atchooo!” ...Sniff. -would never find her now. A.J. Godfrey
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Most people knew that the best way to get around were shortcuts. Tightening her grip on the crate, she twisted her body to throw the ammo in a high arc towards the bar. She threw it up high to make it travel longer than she would, because at the same time, she ran and leapt all the way—using her super strength—to the other roof. Landing with precision, she caught the container in midair. As expected, she erased any event of the eggs breaking from her exploits. From an onlooker’s point of view, the throw, dash, and catch looked like a superhuman miracle. In truth, it was just her changing what happened.
After landing successfully with the ammunition, Anniken listened attentively for anything that was not normal. Auditory anomalies, smells, things like that. With the raw smell of barn masking the latter, Anniken relied on the keen, furry fixtures on the top of her head to navigate. While she carefully made her way in through a window, she thought she may have heard something that sounded like hay being sifted through.
Before she could overlook that, she heard an eccentric sound. After raising an eyebrow, she chuckled dryly. Anniken pretended to not notice while she meandered through the various piles of hay, akin to an old horror flick. The wolf stopped, pretended she was thinking about something, and then continued. Once she provided a false sense of security, she snapped her attention back where she heard the sneezing, heterochromatic eyes trained on the pile.
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Hide-n-seek had always been one of Kin’s favorite games. She was a (self-proclaimed) master at it, you know. And not only because of her magic. Finding the perfect hiding spots was her specialty. It was so much fun to see people snoop nearby, only to fail miserably. Sooo when a familiar face entered through the window, the trickster simply... offered a little hint. Mmhm. You know, to even the odds. To make the showdown more amusing. Her nose twitched again and she hurriedly rubbed the itchy feeling away. Gah, hush now. No more... hints. When Anniken started wandering about, Kin slyly crawled after her. She timed her movements to the seeker’s pace, so the hay only rustled whenever there was a footstep. Every pause she stopped, every step she followed. Just like a strange little dance. Slowly. Carefully. Ever closer. Suddenly the wolfish woman’s attention snapped towards the pile. Immediately the trickster hit the deck. She held her breath, trying to stay as small and flat as possible.There was something weird about that gaze. Somehow she could just feel it staring right at her. But that had to be her imagination playing tricks... Right? A.J. Godfrey
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