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Post by Vapovile on Sept 3, 2019 7:29:15 GMT
Folding her arms across her chest, Margaret silently watched as Martha interrogated the prince for information on his father. Some of the rage Margaret was feeling had now drained away, realizing that the prince wasn't the true villain here, just someone who didn't want to associate with the human world and simply a bystander to the true evil person; his father. But then she realized that multiple children had died due to his indifference, which sent hot rage through the doll's system once more.
"Thank you for your cooperation. We'll indeed be leaving now." Margaret said in as polite a tone as she could muster, ushering Martha toward the door and motioning toward the bottle in her hands. "You should give that to me for safe keeping, by the way. We don't want anything happening to that bottle until we get on the outside again." The older doll explained, holding out her right hand to accept the bottle.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 4, 2019 6:24:45 GMT
“What, you think I can’t carry it? ...yeah, you’re right, here.” Martha handed the bottle over, sheepishly scanning the floor. “I guess that leaves the kid to me.” For once, Martha was taking it slow, picking up the baby and walking carefully out the door. They trudged their way back to where they entered the fairy world and Martha held Jeramiah in one hand while she dug the scroll out of her pocket. “You know, I thought this was going to be cool… but this place sucked.” She sighed.
“Hi! Ho! Done with the green blood are we! Fall away, world of leaves! Let cities and steel be our home once more!” The tattered scroll flashed with a red glare, igniting into a blistering inferno that swept around the two dolls for a few moments. It whipped itself into oblivion, and a few blinks later they were standing in the human world, surrounded by a little ring of mushrooms. “Whew! Alright Margaret, you ready?” Martha held up Jeramiah with a bright smile. “And what about you, Jeramiah? Ready to go home?”
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 7, 2019 19:09:55 GMT
"You wha-" Margaret was about to protest Martha handling a kid, until she saw the doll slow down and pick up the baby with strange gentleness. Could this girl actually be responsible sometimes? Considering Arachne based herself off Martha, perhaps the affinity she had for kids was based off Martha's? Now it made more sense why both of them felt such rage over these fairies kidnapping children, besides the obvious feeling of protecting kids Margaret hoped most humans had innately. The doll then looked down at the floor when she remembered the world she came from.
Martha's question pulled Margaret out of her own thoughts. "We came here to investigate a kid being kidnapped, and you thought it was going to be 'cool'?" The older doll asked, giving Martha a sidelong glance. When the two of them were back in the human world, Margaret jumped out of the circle and looked around the area. "Of course I'm ready! Here's my plan to get Jeramiah back. I'll distract Mary, you steal the changeling out for Jeremiah, and run out of there as fast as possible before it can start crying. Think you can do that?" Margaret asked, her tone less annoyed than before, and filled with concern.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 8, 2019 21:35:48 GMT
“Hey, it’s the land of fairy tales! It should be full of frogs! And… dragons?” Martha crossed her arms as she thought of other cool things in fairy tales that she’d want to meet. “Uh, that sounds good. Keep the wine here then! We can enjoy it ourselves after we handle this!” Martha zipped to the back door of the house, waiting there for Margaret’s distraction.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 13, 2019 7:37:11 GMT
“Frogs are not...nevermind.” Margaret wanted to comment that frogs weren’t inherently magical, but that wasn’t important right now. It was the second subject that made Margaret roll her eyes. “That’s a terrible idea! What if the guy we’re looking for just shows up here?! Honestly.” Margaret huffed. But Martha was already gone by this point, so Margaret stuffed the bottle into her coat pocket and proceeded toward the house.
Letting out a breath of anticipation when she got to the door, Margaret knocked on Mary’s door and would put on a smile when it opened. “Hello, Mary? Martha and I were just heading back, and I noticed a wonderful smell of blueberries coming from your home. Could you give me the recipe for that please?” She asked, holding a pen and notepad ready to take down notes.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 17, 2019 2:16:06 GMT
“Oh, Margaret, you’re back. I was just baking. Jeramiah finally fell asleep and I figured I should make something special for you two! Blueberries grow right down the hill and I made some muffins!” Mary weakly smiled. “Where’s Martha? Still searching the woods?”
Martha slipped through the back door, carefully creeping her way through the house. She peeked into the bedroom, scouting it out. There the false Jeramiah lay, sleeping in a handmade crib. The real Jeramiah burbled in her arms and the fake shot bolt upright, staring at his original in apparent surprise. He looked up at Martha, blinking slowly. “Alright fake baby! It’s time for you to get out of here! Don’t think I won’t beat you up! You’re not a real baby, so I won’t even feel bad!” Martha carefully set the real Jeramiah down on his parent’s bed and turned to grab the fake.
“Why would I give up a good thing? Return to a world without a woman’s milk? No, I think I shall stay here. Take that child to a new home and never come back. I will finish my feeding and return in a year or two to my world.” The false babe spoke with a silver voice tinged with brass far beyond what its small frame should have produced and Martha balked. “You… No! You gotta go!” Martha dove at the baby. The next second, she went flying into the kitchen, landing hard on her back. “Dammit little fairy! Oh, uh, hi Mary.”
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 17, 2019 4:09:05 GMT
“Martha? Oh, she’s waiting just down the ways, waiting for me to get this wonderful recipe from you. It’s so kind of her to be so patient, isn’t it?” Margaret asked with as much kindness as possible to keep up the ‘kind old lady’ act. The two of them walked inside the house, Margaret keeping up the pleasant conversation with Mary.
What a sweet mother, being bled dry by this monster and still showing this amount of love and kindness toward strangers. It sickened Margaret to know this was someone being taken advantage of! While they talked in the kitchen, a loud crashing sound could be heard, followed by Martha landing on the floor. A look of rage flashed across the older doll’s face for a second before she could compose herself.
“Martha? What are you doing here? You were supposed to wait down the path a little ways.” Margaret tried to explain. “Excuse us Mary, we’ll just be out.”
Attempting to grab Martha by the collar and motion them out the door as fast as possible, she shut it behind herself and Margaret would then shove a nearby bookcase in front of the door to barricade it and lunged at the changeling, attempting to run out the back door with it.
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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 20, 2019 6:08:38 GMT
“Woah!” Martha yelped as she was drug off of the ground. Mary just stared. She honestly had no idea what was going on, but something deep inside told her it was helping somehow. “Margaret, hold up! Don’t pull me!” Martha kicked free just in time for Margaret’s lunge at the false baby. Casually, he floated upwards, out of her reach. He waved his hand and the window opened. Another wave and an invisible force shoved Margaret towards the open portal. Martha came rushing, but all it took was a flick of a finger to turn her upside down and slam her down head first into the floorboards.
She was back on her feet immediately, not even wobbling. “You’ll have to hit me a lot harder than that to take me down!” She boasted. “How hard, then, do you wish to be struck?” The fairy king smiled. “Uh, not at-” She was whipped off of the floor, right into the tiny being’s fist. The wind was driven from her lungs, and she was tossed to the ground limp. “Now how many more times must I do that before you simply leave me alone?” He asked. “Uh… infinite.” Martha was already back on her feet with a weak smile.
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Post by Vapovile on Sept 24, 2019 8:16:26 GMT
“What?!” Margaret yelped when the false baby began to float and made some invisible force blast her out the window, crashing against a nearby tree and and crumpling down in a heap at the base. “Whaaaaaa…” The older doll asked in a daze, slowly coming back to her senses. A frown slowly descended down her face. “That’s it! The gloves are off!” She punched the ground with her fist, making a small indent before sprinting back to the house.
She arrived just in time to see Martha being punched by the baby, who was obviously stronger than either of them had anticipated. Margaret leaped through the window and tucked up, bringing her right leg upward and attempting to slam the baby’s head down into the floor with as much force as possible. “Forget about me?!” She yelled in rage.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 2, 2019 5:46:28 GMT
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Martha’s grunts were becoming a chant as she was bounced between the fairy’s fist and the floor. She had been hit by way worse. Shots that went through her whole body, punches that sent her through walls. In comparison, these were child’s taps, not much worse than an actual baby punching her. But being thrown back and forth, battered at every angle, it was wearing on her. She was too disoriented to strike back, taking hits over and over without recourse. Another uppercut to her jaw and she was spinning to the floor.
She jumped up like nothing had happened, but her vision was beginning to swim. “That… all you got?!” She was ready to attack again, but Margaret got her shot first. Taken by surprise, the fairy king was smacked straight through the floorboards. He came up floating, just in time for Martha’s waiting foot to punt him through the window, sending him sailing away. “What a jerk! He’s just toying with us! Come on, let’s get him before he comes back to the house!” Martha vaulted outside and was gone in an instant, leaving Margaret alone for the moment.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 6, 2019 1:54:10 GMT
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Margaret shot back at Martha, leaping through the window and sprinting after Martha. A look of annoyance descended down Margaret's face when she realized that she was still slower than Martha, but luckily was still able to figure out where the doll was headed toward. Her mind briefly flashed back to the first time the two of them met, and how she had no remorse over restraining this delinquent of a doll. She still didn't want to give the impression that they could be friends...but the fact that Martha was as driven to protect children as herself did give her some solace in the current generation of dolls.
As they were approaching, a shift in her coat made a thought dawn on the older doll, near tripping in embarrassment. "Of COURSE we have that!" She yelled out to nobody in particular. The booze! Margaret picked up the pace to catch up to the fairy king, ready to use this bottle as bait for this guy.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 9, 2019 5:47:10 GMT
Margaret came across Martha caught in much the same loop as before. Over and over, the fairy king whipped her off the ground and spiked her back down. She rose each time, only to be knocked down again. The clearing they were in was littered with leaves and branches felled by her crashing body. “Hey, Margaret… good to see you.” She sounded fine, but her body hunched forward. “Oh, you are back.” The king said without much interest. He didn’t even look away from Martha, flicking his finger to send her flying back into the woods.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 13, 2019 10:34:10 GMT
The sorry state Martha was in was almost comical. "...good to see you too." She muttered. Before Margaret could attempt to pull out the bottle, she was sent flying back into the woods, crashing into a nearby tree and slouching to the ground. "Ah...my back..." Margaret grumbled. While she wasn't nearly as frail as most people at her apparent age, it was still harsh on her body. Staggering back to her feet, Margaret reached into her coat and waved around the bottle.
"Heeeeeeeey! I got something for you! Why don't you come see what it is!" She called out, uncorking the bottle and attempting to waft its scent toward the fairy king.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 16, 2019 6:33:14 GMT
The fairy king turned away, only to sniff when Margaret wafted the wine. “Where did you get that?” He asked, floating slightly to the side to avoid Martha’s jump kick. As she fell into a bramble patch, he hovered close to Margaret. “The only thing sweeter than mother’s milk. Give it to me.” He held out his pudgy little hands. “Oh, I suppose you would want something for it. Don’t be foolish. I can rip it from your hands as easily as you pluck a blackberry from the bush.” He threatened, but he did not pull at the bottle with his mind or fingers, just waiting out of reach for her to hand it over.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 16, 2019 13:57:15 GMT
The arrogance of the fairy king made Margaret grip the bottle tighter. An idea then came to her mind. "It doesn't matter where we got it! And I wouldn't be so sure about that, you idiot." Margaret gripped the bottle tighter. "Would be a shame if this bottle shattered in my hand, wouldn't it? All that wine just seeping into the grass. So how about you agree to leave this world alone, and to stop kidnapping children! Then you can have your precious wine." Margaret threatened. She didn't expect he'd agree to this, but those were her terms!
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 19, 2019 4:42:51 GMT
“Are you making demands?” The fairy king chuckled. “Well, I appreciate a human who wants to make a deal, but I believe you have a lot of progress to make. A single bottle of wine in exchange for all the milk I will ever take? I can get more wine, child. Think smaller.” He mocked, staying just out of reach. Martha stumbled into the clearing again and froze, looking at the scene before her and slowly processing it. After a moment, she mimed zipping her lips and walking on tiptoe, then began slowly creeping up on the king.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 19, 2019 10:33:26 GMT
"Child?!" Margaret glared at the fairy king. "I won't be talked down by you!" She barked back. Briefly flicking her eyes to spot Martha telling her to be quiet and tiptoeing, Margaret instantly knew what was going on. But how was she going to keep this guy distracted?! "But if that is 'too big' for you, how about we start over? If I don't smash this bottle right here, you will begin by leaving Jeremiah and his family alone. Then you will return ANY babies you have taken from their families unharmed. I will not accept you kidnapping children like some kind of maniac! Am I making myself perfectly clear?!" Margaret demanded. She hoped this was enough stalling for Martha to sneak up on this crazy fairy.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 20, 2019 7:33:05 GMT
“See, now that’s not so bad. Potentially reasonable, in fact. I could consider this option.” He stroked his chin and Martha stopped behind him. She only had one shot at this. One attack and he’d be aware, and they wouldn’t get another chance. Martha wasn’t a stealth attacker. She had no idea what she was doing. Her knees bent. This wasn’t something she had ever really done before, but nothing else she could think of would hurt enough.
She sprang off the ground, pulling back her right leg. It snapped out forward, hard. She knew there were stronger ways to strike, but none she had the finesse to pull off. The tip of her sneaker tapped the fairy king’s occipital bone with a solid thud, and his soft head seemed to deform as her foot slid up. She landed next to Margaret and the fairy king dropped to the ground behind her, landing face-down in the very bush he had let her fall into before. “I did it! Did you see that!? It was awesome!” Martha bounced up and down, pumping her fists and giggling.
She didn’t notice him rising slowly from the bush, covered in scratches, eyes down and glazed with fury. “Y… you…” He slurred, clearly taking considerable effort to talk. “Yoooooou dere! Dere to strike me!” A psychic shove sent Martha tumbling, but it just didn’t have the focus he could muster before, power wildly kicking up leaves in all directions instead of all shoving her. She came up smiling. “Alright, he’s all dizzy from me hitting his head! Let’s hit it more!”
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 9, 2019 3:38:29 GMT
"I did see, now follow through!" Margaret called out, glancing up to see Martha getting shoved aside, but weaker this time. Time to strike! Margaret ran forward and aimed an axe kick directly at the king's stomach, aiming to drive the air out of his lungs to further immobilize him. Fairies needed oxygen, right? Would she even know if there was no oxygen in the fairy realm, since they were dolls and didn't need to breathe in the first place? Rolling her eyes, Margaret continued with the kick.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 1, 2019 0:13:51 GMT
The fairy king caught Margaret’s heel to his stomach, barely dampened by his pudgy arms. Air hissed through his teeth, but he seemed fine until Martha came flying from the top with her own clumsy axe kick. He was nailed right on the crest of his cranium, drilled straight down into the dirt. “The head, Margaret! It’s on top of his body!” She explained like Margaret was a small child. The fairy king just groaned, trying weakly to push them away. “I… huh, did we do it?” She poked him with her foot and he slapped at her with his puny hand. “...what now? I didn’t think of this part.”
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