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Post by Vapovile on May 28, 2019 0:37:05 GMT
And just like that, everything seemed to go to Hell. Margaret reeled from the poke, the wound not producing any blood at all. "Midgard? What the heck is that?!" She asked in annoyance, most of her sense of kindness having now gone out the window. "Why'd I come here? Well I wanted to have a nice little chat, not get stabbed!" She said with clear anger in her voice directed at the one who poked her. Margaret then moved her hand to swat away the fairy on her face-level.
"So how about I make this nice and easy on everyone!" Margaret began. "Everyone chills the heck out, and we can be nice. Try to STAB me again..." Her eyes darkened. "...and I'm gonna get real made real quick! So how about it, hm? Hmmmmmmmmm?" She asked the group, ready to start fighting at a moment's notice.
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Post by HungryHunter on May 31, 2019 5:57:49 GMT
The smacked fairy beeped and went tumbling. He bounced off the ground with a giggle and flew back to dart among his friends. “Wow!” “Yeah, wow! A human!” “What are you doing here, human?” “Yeah, what?” “Is the lady the samodiva is killing also a human?” “She must be, only a human would fall for that!” All the pixies giggled. If Margaret looked, she would find that Martha was clearly looking worse for wear in the dancing woman’s arms. Sweat soaked her face and she hung nearly limp, tripping over her own feet with each turn and spin.
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Post by Vapovile on Jun 1, 2019 9:07:51 GMT
"...you what now?" Margaret asked in confusion, looking toward Martha and seeing the always-energetic doll sweating and nearly hanging limp. "Hey!" The older doll yelled, taking off toward the two and aiming to backhand the woman in the face, grabbing Martha's arm to prevent her from flying off as well. "Hey, idiot! Get a hold of yourself!" Margaret called, shaking the doll's arm. Regardless if she hit or not, Margaret looked up to the other woman. "And just WHO do you think you are?! Some kind of energy-draining demon or something?! She asked with annoyance. If her attack connected and sent the woman across the party, Margaret would dive to the person with the eyeball and try to grab it. If the strike failed, Margaret would try to follow up with a front kick to try and send the woman away once more.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 1, 2019 20:20:53 GMT
Margaret's slap sent the strange woman sprawling. She delicately touched her cheek, pitch black eyes locking on Margaret. “Woah!” The pixie with the eyeball dove away, slipping just past Margaret’s fingers. “Wah’s goin’ on?” Martha mumbled, eyes crossed. “You tried to steal our eyeball!” The pixies whined. “You stole my dance partner.” The samodiva, suddenly standing, tossed her hair. “If you want this eyeball, gimmie a different one!” The pixie holding it yelled. “Oh! Oh! Hers are pretty!” Another pointed out the samodiva. She shook her head and sighed. “As if I would give it to her.” She rolled her shoulders, flexing her hands to expose bird-like talons. “Now. Give her back.” Her voice was hypnotic, honeyed poison slowly trickling into Margaret’s brain.
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Post by Vapovile on Jun 4, 2019 4:00:23 GMT
What was with these people?! Casually stealing eyeballs, kicking them around, and now trying to murder Martha so casually?! "What's going on is you were about to die, idiot." Margaret grumbled. She looked at the samodiva's eyes and briefly considered the pixie's request. If losing an eye wasn't such a big deal here...would it be wrong to let them take her's? The thought of ripping someone's eye out sent a wave of nausea through Margaret's body. "...kid, we're going!"
Rocketing toward the fairy, Margaret grabbed the front of her dress and turned sharply. "Here, you guys sort it out!" Margaret yelled, tossing the fairy toward the group of pixies. Margaret then dashed toward Martha and picked her up, tossing the doll across her shoulder. "Hang on! But don't choke me!" She said, turning her attention to the pixies and dashing toward them now, attempting to grab the eyeball and bolt out of the room.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 9, 2019 1:33:16 GMT
“Die? That’s silly, wasn’ gonna die.” Martha mumbled. She was half-limp in Margaret’s arms. The tall fae lunged for her, but Margaret was quicker. Her hand clenched around the front of the samodiva’s dress and she threw her bodily across the room. The pixies swarmed her immediately, leaving the eyeball open for theft. Margaret snatched it and bolted, lunging from the mushroom in a single vast bound. “You are not invited to any further parties!” The elf yelled as she dropped away. “Wheeee… what a party!” Martha giggled.
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Post by Vapovile on Jun 9, 2019 23:05:43 GMT
"Are you EVER serious?!" Margaret asked in frustration, sprinting across the land until they arrived back at the troll and his bridge, Margaret dropping Martha on the ground like a sack of unwanted potatoes. "Ok, we got your eye! You're going to let us through now, right? Before this flapjack decides to do something else stupid?" Margaret asked, glancing down and frowning at Martha. She held out the eyeball for the troll to take.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 1, 2019 3:49:45 GMT
“Whadya mean? I’m all the serious.” Martha attempted to stand on her own, but her knees buckled immediately, dumping her on the ground. “Flapjack. How amusing.” The troll remarked, taking the offered eyeball. He raised it to his face. It twitched to life like a fish out of water, flopping about with its nerves waving. After spinning itself into position, the little tendrils reached deep into the troll’s cavernous eye socket and drug it within. He blinked a few times before breaking out with a smile on both of his oversized faces.
“Ah, wonderful! Proper vision at last! You may pass! And because one of you got so sadly injured in this process, allow me to reward you in another way!” The troll took a dirty bowl from his feet, presumably used to eat from, and lifted his arm over it. With a jagged talon, he sliced open his own wrist. The wound closed up almost as quickly as he made it, but before it did, thick, gloppy green blood oozed out into the bowl. “Drink.” He handed Martha the bowl and she looked at it with utter incomprehension. “Troll blood! Very good for you!” He tilted the bowl up with his foot and forced it to her lips and she reluctantly guzzled it, eyes crossing from the sour smell and taste.
The instant it was all down, her eyes cleared and her whole body shuddered. “Ugh… woah! I nearly died, didn’t I!?” She stared down at her shaking hands. “Uh, Margaret… thanks. And you too, troll.” She gagged a little, wiping a bit of green blood away from her mouth. “No time to chat though! We gotta go!” Martha took Margaret’s hand and they blasted forth again across the bridge. There were only a few more shallow hills before they came to the great mound they had seen in the distance. “This seems like a good enough place to look! Want to run up and see if there’s a way in?” Martha asked, but before either could move, a figure atop the mound shifted. “Huh? There’s somebody up there! Let’s-” The figure shot straight up off of the mound, landing directly in front of them.
Golden hair obstructed his features, but they could easily see a pointed nose and ears sticking out, ears tipped with little whiskers. Armor of the same color covered the rest of his body, shining like the sun as he stood straight, only slightly taller than the dolls. “Greetings, travellers. I assume you are looking for my father.” His voice was not loud, but it held power, ringing through the air like a chorus of bells. “Uh… maybe. Uh, hi.” Martha mumbled, giving the golden prince a little wave.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 6, 2019 12:01:11 GMT
The way the troll's eyeball writhed and twitched back into his eye socket made Margaret nearly gag with disgust. Why was everything here so...alien?! She was about to protest the troll offering its bizarre green blood for Martha to drink, but then realized that the troll would have no reason to trick them at this point. He wouldn't just murder one of them for fun, right? The older doll had to look away while Martha drank, audibly gagging this time from the grotesque scene before her. When she finally looked back, Martha seemed to be fine and was thanking her.
"Hmph. Like I could just let a kid like you die out t-HEY!" Margaret yelled in protest when Martha took her hand and rocketed them both across the bridge and over several hills. Once they stopped, the begrudging kindness she was trying to show was now replaced by plain annoyance. "Do you ever slow down?! For the love of..." Before Margaret could continue, a strange new figure appeared on the scene.
His striking appearance was obvious from the first glance. Only important people had clothing this fancy! And he was so polite, especially compared to what they'd just experienced! Margaret gave a polite bow to the prince. "Excuse her awkwardness, please. My name is Margaret, it's a pleasure to meet you." She stated. "We do have a few questions for someone in charge, though. Could we be granted an audience with him, please?" Margaret asked. It was much easier to stay polite around someone with a respectable demeanor such as this!
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2019 0:30:24 GMT
“Yeah, we have a thing going on with a changeling!” Martha said, not looking directly at the shining fae. “My father is gone, so I’m in charge here, and, well, it seems we might be able to help each other out.” The prince sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I’d love to help.” Martha smiled, staring at the ground. “Well good! Please, come inside, I have what I believe you are looking for.” Armor glittering, he turned and casually walked up the hill like it was flat ground. Martha scrambled to follow, using raw speed to get up the hill until they reached the top, marked by a hole big enough for a human to easily enter.
The golden fae casually stepped in and dropped out of sight. Martha hesitated a moment before hopping behind. Even though she couldn’t see the bottom, the floor came up instantly like she was hopping off a sidewalk curb. She found herself in a dirt hallway, lit from nowhere by a flat green light that cast no shadows. The prince waved her on and she followed him into a vast dining hall, marked with glittering gems embedded in the walls. A hideous wailing filled the air. Two winged attendants darted around a fine oaken table, grabbing various things to shake in the face of a screaming baby. “Sir! Nothing is working! It doesn’t want anything we have to offer!” One, a short blue woman, yelled to the prince. “Not food, not toys, nothing!” A red man angrily shook a batter-covered spoon.
“It’s Jeramiah! The real one!” Martha shot across the room, grabbing a pot of water off the table. She grabbed the box of formula she had brought from the human world and poured it in. She stirred and shook with lightning speed until it was complete. “Let me hold him!” She ran over and picked Jeramiah up, clumsily spilling the formula into his mouth. His tears ended as he greedily sucked, letting Martha breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you! It wouldn’t stop doing that since my father brought it here! I was about to just get rid of it.” The prince similarly sighed and plopped into a chair across from Martha. “...you were about to what?” Martha’s voice was quiet for once. “Leave it outside. Maybe with the troll? No, he’d not want to hear it either.” He put his feet up on the table and stroked his chin.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 14, 2019 9:35:02 GMT
Following behind Martha and the prince, Margaret looked at the strange topography with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "What is with this place...?" She muttered to herself. Why did all this Hidden World stuff have to be so complicated?! Can nobody just use normal doors anymore?! When they finally arrived in the dining hall, Margaret's attention snapped to the sound of the screaming baby. Before she could bolt toward it, Martha had already dove across the room and calmed the baby down. The doll let out a small sigh of relief. "Maybe she's not so dumb after all." Margaret muttered once more.
Her demeanor changed entirely when the prince mentioned getting rid of the baby. And judging by Martha's reaction, they were on the same page. Margaret's face had completely darkened when she began to address the prince. "...leave a baby...outside? With nobody...watching him...caring for him...nothing?!" Margaret was practically seething at this point. "Have there been any babies before Jeremiah that you've left outside like that?!" She demanded, looking at the prince directly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 15, 2019 21:07:27 GMT
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the amount. My father spends most of his time in the human realm. It’s intolerable, really. Must have done it dozens of times just in the last few-” The prince very suddenly flew back from his chair and slammed into the wall. He landed on his feet, eyes opening wide in shock. A tiny trickle of green blood came from the corner of his mouth. Martha stood before his chair, fist outstretched. “I thought you were cute. Well guess what!? You’re not cute at all!” She yelled, planting her feet to rush again.
The prince glared and Martha felt a splitting pain in her stomach. She looked down to see two golden swords of light impaling her to the table. “Uh… huh!?” She was able to gasp, struggling to pull herself free. “Your companion has broken the rules of hospitality. Please take a seat, so long as you don’t follow in her footsteps, you should have a meal with us!” The prince casually walked past Martha, summoning another blade over her head. It came down, aimed to impale her skull to the table.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 2, 2019 5:11:31 GMT
The prince's words seemed to strike Margaret like knives. Images of dozens of babies sitting outside the building, crying in vain for anyone to come take care of them. Images of these monsters stealing the children away and leaving parasites in their places, while an innocent child slowly died of neglect. Margaret only saw red when she kicked off the ground and grabbed the sword about to impale Martha and throwing it hilt-first at the prince's face.
"You want me...to have a meal with you murderers?!" Margaret screamed in rage. "Do you not see the problem here?! Taking babies away from their families, replacing them with parasites, and leaving the baby alone to die outside?!" She yelled. Stepping forward, Margaret grabbed the two swords impaling Martha's stomach and aimed to rip them out of the table, trying to free Martha before she figured out what to do about the prince or the guards. Everyone here needed to pay dearly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 3, 2019 5:55:14 GMT
Martha’s scream cut short when Margaret deflected the sword. “Margaret?” Her eyes widened at the sight of the old woman standing over her, holding her golden sword aloft. “Are you-” The prince’s words stopped when the pommel cracked him right in the nose, sending him stumbling back with blood the color of leaves coating his chin. Martha yelped when the swords were ripped from her stomach, but she was on her feet before Margaret could even throw the swords aside. She drew in breath to make a heroic speech, but instead she gripped her stomach and grimaced.
“What she said.” She grumbled. “Oh, what fools ye mortals be.” The prince wiped his face and stared at the resulting smear. “To come into the land of the fae and judge its ways! You whose lives are but a breath’s length to us! What does it matter if one out of seven billion does not make it home? Do you stop and herd the flies to their destination? Do you dredge the seas for every last plankton and make sure they have their turn in the sun?” The prince approached while his servants jumped onto the table to attack from behind.
“Prince! My permission to cook the young one? White like milk…” The red man licked his lips and his curled mustache twitched unnaturally. “Do what you like with her. Just don’t expect the rest of us to eat her.” The prince stood at the foot of the table, watching like a tiger picking out prey. “Oh, excellent sir! If you would please undress and step into the pot over there, we could forgive you for your offenses here.” He gestured with his spear-sized spoon at the boiling pot in the corner. “Undress!? Ew! Fucking creep! Nobody’s gonna eat me!” Martha rushed in, but her punches were expertly blocked by way of the spoon.
The short woman came walking behind her compatriot, looking up to reveal a pockmarked, round face that resembled a blue moon. Without a word, she raised her hand and fired off a blazing blue star. It rushed forward, turning sharply if Martha managed to dodge it. It would chase her as best it could until striking something before violently yet briefly exploding.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 5, 2019 0:05:55 GMT
The prince's speech only served to increase Margaret's anger further. "So that's what we are to you?! Just some pest to be used for milk and tossed aside like garbage?!" She roared in fury. Margaret largely ignored Martha's situation and prepared to land a punch directly into the prince's stupid face...when she heard the strange woman behind her holding out her hand. A sound that appeared to be a mix of a muffled swear and garbled words escaped Margaret's mouth as she blasted off toward the far war, the brilliant star following her. What was this thing?!
"Get away, you stupid thing!" Margaret yelled in futility, grabbing a nearby plate and throwing it at the star. The star then exploded into a brilliant ray of blue, the room shaking slightly in the aftermath. "...wow..." Was all Margaret could comment. This woman couldn't be allowed to use that again! Turning her sighs upon the culprit, Margaret kicked a bowl at her head as a distraction and attempted to deliver a sharp roundhouse kick to the woman's neck, aiming to knock her out quickly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 5, 2019 3:58:26 GMT
The bowl bounced off the blue woman’s head, distracting her just long enough for Margaret’s kick to land cleanly. She went sailing off of the table and landed in a heap. “See, your friend’s already done! So why don’t you just give up and let us leave and maybe I’ll only punch you a little!” Martha tried to push the cook back with a kick, only to be shoved to the edge of the table herself. “I think I’d rather just take what I was promised.” The cook scooped upwards with his spoon and an incredible wind blasted from beneath Martha. She yelped and went flying upwards, coming down right in the pot.
The cook nodded and looked to Margaret. The prince hopped up behind her. “I am saying you are less than that. My father may use your for your milk but I would rather ignore your kind entirely. Just look at the trouble it brings!” He waved his hands and more golden swords appeared overhead, dropping with the intent of impaling Margaret’s skull. At the same time, the cook swung his spoon in from the side to bash her ribs.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 11, 2019 22:38:21 GMT
"Martha!" Margaret yelled when she landed into the pot. She was probably fine...right? A stubborn kid like that wouldn't be killed that easily! Only being halfway confident that Martha was still alive, Margaret turned her attention toward the prince. She looked up just in time to see the swords appear and ran to the right to dode...only to crash right into the cook's spoon. A sickening crackle could be heard as several of Margaret's ribs broke as she was sent flying across the room, crashing against the wall.
The doll laid there for a second, glaring up at the prince and his strangely strong cook. "Maybe you should just...ignore us then! We don't kidnap your kind and let them starve, so don't do it to us!" Margaret spat. The shouting pushed her cracked ribs uncomfortably against her sides, but she didn't care! These bastards needed to pay! Moving her fingers a little, only a small dustball formed in her hands. "Are you flipping kidding me..." She grumbled. This room would of course be devoid of dust, it was owned by royalty! Glaring at the prince Margaret pressed her right foot against the ground and sprinted at blinding speeds toward him, throwing the dust ball at the chef to try and blind him for a second while she attempted to deliver a knee directly to the prince's chin.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 19, 2019 2:35:12 GMT
“My father is the one kidnapping humans. I simply remove them from my home!” The prince yelled, rushing in as his chef wiped at his eyes. Margaret rushed in past his attack to land a solid knee strike right to his chin. He fell back to crash off of the table. His legs were still struggling to get under him when the cook rushed in at Margaret, jabbing at her ribs over and over with the tip of his spoon. He only let up the relentless attack when the cauldron across the room suddenly toppled, cracking the floor and spilling boiling broth all over. “My soup!” The chef spun to see the pot standing up, Martha’s legs supporting the whole thing. Her muffled yell came through far louder than it should have as she charged straight ahead at the fairy who tried to cook her.
She sprang, flying up in a great arc to plunge down at the cook. Paled to a pallid pink, he raised his spoon in an attempt to block it. The cauldron was held for a split second, like a boulder on a lever. Then the spoon snapped and Martha fell upon him. The table shattered in the center, two pieces and their million fragmentary siblings falling to the ground. Martha flipped out of the cauldron, steamed a bright red. “FUCK THAT HURT!” She slapped at her body, trying to somehow cool off. The chef groaned in agreement. “Now you’ve done it.” The prince hissed, standing again.
“Harming my servants, wasting my food, and destroying my home? I’ll cut your tendons and expose you to the worst of curses.” Sword after sword appeared overhead, diving to impale or slice. Martha yelped, darting around them. “Margaret! This fucker is pissing me off! Let’s smash him up!” She practically vanished to come at him from behind, ramming him from the back to send him flying right at Margaret. “He’s all yours!” She yelled as the golden elf approached at speeds tickling the speed barrier.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 31, 2019 1:16:52 GMT
"Well maybe you two need to communicate better!" Margaret shot back at the king, feeling her knee connect perfectly with the smug prince's face. The cook was right after him though, a few of the strikes taking her off guard and jabbing into her chest, letting release a few snaps that indicated that ribs were broken. "Gahuh...I swear I am going to shove..." Margaret's rage-induced insults were interrupted by Martha's surprise reappearance and subsequent crashing into the cauldron. See, she was fine! No reason to worry at all! If there was one thing these young people were good at, it's survival.
"I thought you'd never say that!" Margaret called to her ally, taking aim at the approaching prince and readying her right leg. Once she was within a few meters, Margaret leaped into the air and spun her body twice in the air, aiming to drive her leg straight into the prince's stomach and send him careening into the side of the room, the sudden deceleration hopefully enough to drive all the air out of his lungs. "Choke on this, you pointy-eared dung beetle!" Margaret yelled at the prince regardless if her attack connected or not.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 31, 2019 6:43:04 GMT
Margaret’s knee sank right into the shining prince’s kidney, denting his armor like a tightly-squeezed can. His jaw was agape as he went tumbling through the air to the wall. With a combination of crack and splat, he slammed into it and slid down in a heap of dirt shaken loose by his impact. He lay still, eyes wide as he processed the fact of his defeat. “You can’t… my home… my servants…” He gasped, trying to get his feet under his body, a task that only led him to slide onto his back on the dirt.
“Let’s kick him again! Wait, no, he’s done. Let’s ask him how to get rid of his dad!” Martha sprang across the room and pulled the prince to his feet. “Alright, we’ve got the kid. Now we need to handle your father. How?” She shook him, prompting a pained gurgle. “Ah! Ah! I’ll tell you! He is with a mundane, yes? So you will need to force him to reveal himself.” The prince held up his hands, gasping for air. “Uh… yeah? Yeah! We will!” Martha emphatically nodded. “Chef! Fetch the wine! Father’s favorite!” He yelled. The chef didn’t move from under the cauldron.
“I swear to god… servant!” He pointed at the short woman and she hopped to her feet, scuttling away and quickly returning with a bottle that looked like glass spun straight from a rainbow. “Noah’s Branch. He can’t resist it. Put a glass in front of him and he’ll drop his facade in an instant. Now just leave!” The prince yelled, showing the bottle into their arms and limping out of Martha’s grasp.
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