Bird is the Word [closed]

[daughterofclay]

Who: Dust, Jude, and Kazuma
What: Infiltrating the Palace Garden!
Where: The Palace Garden
When: pre-bodyswap shenanigans probably
Warnings: N/A


She’s waiting for both of them at the entrance to the Palace Garden -- or rather, an entrance, namely a spot where the iron-wrought railing and carved stonework have given way to climbing vines and overgrown bushes. It’s the easiest opening to climb through, and it’s not very far from where she intends on going.

She’s prepared: Nightfell is strapped to her hip, as usual, and she’s dressed in a sensible, dark-coloured ensemble of pants, boots, and coat. Over her shoulder is a length of rope, and a bag full of other supplies is slung across her back.

Her arms are crossed, and she’s tapping her gloved fingers on her sleeve, restlessly. Or maybe it just looks restless; maybe it even looks like nothing at all. Almost like someone is conjuring up the illusion of nothing where there should be a girl.

Every now and then, she'll check the sky to gauge the position of the sun. She's early, but her companions should be here soon.

Comments

[mithrarin]

If she asked Dust, he would say "almost certainly"; destroying monsters was almost literally a footnote to the Sen-Mithrarin's existence. But then again, that was 'almost'; why even take the risk when she can add her own power to make it a certainty?

The column erupted just as Dust was parrying another blow, though he darted backwards in time for it to sweep past him and flip the giant turtle over with surprising speed. The crunch when it landed made the room shake, though the floor held.

The turtle kicked its stone legs a few times, testing to see just how thoroughly it was stuck. When it didn't so much as rock, it sort of slumped in dismay.

"Well, you've beaten me," it said, not particularly gracious no matter how it tried.

[daughterofclay]

As far as Jude is concerned, the turtle has been gracious enough by allowing them to fight it without fearing for their lives. That, and she's still sort of giddy from seeing the spell work -- it's one thing imagining and hoping for magic to happen, and another to see it have direct effect.

It never really gets old.

She bows to the turtle with a word of thanks, managing to keep a straight face despite how comical the upside-down golem looks. Then she turns to the now unguarded entryway.

And tenses.

"That doesn't look too friendly," she mutters to Dust, her hand on her sword again. She's trying to think of protection spells, but none of the ones she knows seem sufficient, especially not against a... ghost? It doesn't seem corporeal, anyway.

"Any ideas?"

[mithrarin]

Hmm. Dust couldn't kill the last spirit he'd fought -- it was a ghost with a more complicated means of dealing with it, and one of the few things that had ever terrified him. This thing seemed a lot simpler, if only because it was in the circle.

Hmmmmm.

"We can creep around it," Dust said, pointing to the side. A circle in a square room that gave them enough room to stand? There was at least a little space to either side.

[daughterofclay]

That makes sense. She considers, for a moment, whether they might benefit from a Fantastics spell for extra cloaking, but there is the pesky matter of having to create music -- sound -- in order to facilitate an illusion.

Better to trust both their slyfooting and its silence. She gives Dust a silent nod of agreement, takes a breath, and proceeds through the doorway.

[mithrarin]

Dust took a couple quick steps to get ahead out of pure reflex. He still wasn't used to working with people anywhere near his size, nor an ally who could stand up on the ground as well as he could. Sorry, Jude, he didn't mean anything by it.