i generally refuse but i go along anyway (OPEN)

[chimerad]

Characters: Some loser with blue, rocky skin and some winners of the mixed bag variety!
Setting/Location: Outside of the mighty ogre rickshaw and not too far away from that thur Sleepywoods settlement
Date & Time: Day 1, early afternoonie
Warnings: You tell me *eyebrow waggle
Summary: No way am I loadin' my one-ton ass onto an oversized mulecart

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[tattoosandropes]

Asking 'are you all right', Miku knew, would have been a foolish question to ask. It was clear that this mysterious man shouting mysterious things was, if anything, not all right.

When she'd heard the shouting, she'd thought he was being attacked--she'd heard there were monsters in this world, after all. And Miku was not the sort of girl to just run from all things frightening. Some things, yes (the spirit Kirie had been lethal, hadn't she? Who wouldn't run from someone who could kill you in a touch?) but not all things--the rest of the ghosts in the Mansion and Manor she'd bravely stood up and fought against. And while monsters were different, very different, she feared that someone might need help

[dissentive]

Curious. Morrigan had found little comfort nor amusement in remaining in the caravan before it had thus departed. Indeed, it was too much the haunt of men to particularly entice Morrigan into staying. The entire reason she had decided to go along with the caravan, as opposed to finding her own way, was in principle alone. Indeed, her mother had ordered her to go with these companions of the Warden - and though the Warden himself was not present, it thus remained the same. In addition, 'twas a witch who promised to put forth the magic to send them to their individual homes. What, she wondered, was the price? Magic requires fuel - energy, words. In some cases, a long string of thus. But the words Morrigan heard echoing throughout the forest - a place that was otherwise muted in all things she was used to hearing, feeling - were not the type of words she often associated with magic. Yet, as she regarded the strange blue-colored man from a safe distance, leaning her shoulder against a tree with her arms folded across her chest, 'twas

[chimerad]

And suddenly, the very aggravated, very blue man was no longer alone.

Footsteps were not a hard thing to hear from faraway with those pointed ears of his, but such a thing required attentiveness-- attentiveness which was currently being sidelined by the mounting frustration of each and every failed or misfired spell cast as time wore on. Of course, Zelgadis was not the sort to blame his own shortcomings on being caught unawares; he would blame the girl. Or the moss underfoot. Maybe that still mildly-pleasant echo of his. Probably mostly the moss. It seemed the safest bet, least likely to offend.

Regardless of the reasons behind being surprised, that's what he was. Before Mega Brand! escaped him, there was that gentle, female voice. His Mega Brand became more of a "Deh--?!", which wasn't exactly his idea of a cool and dignified response to company. His shoulders drew up stiffly as he turned his head to send a sharp, accusatory stare in the voice's direction--a very who dares disturb my agitation? thing to do. It almost immediately

[tattoosandropes]

No longer able to cast spells...? So those things he'd been shouting were spells, like something out of a novel. But wasn't this whole place like something out of a novel?

"That's unfortunate," she said, a bit sadly.

Sensing tension out of the strange (blue?) man, Miku felt a little uncomfortable. (Was that really blue skin she'd glimpsed, she wondered, or was she just imagining things? Blue... Like Reika's tattooed skin. That thought made her shiver.)

"Do you know him?" she asked the woman quietly.