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[whimselingly]

Characters: Whimselina, Nova, anybody else who would show up
Content: Hostage rescue!!
Location: Mammon Amarth Inn
Warnings: Post may contain high levels of FUCK YEAH

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[tactile_mirage]

Scouring an entire hotel for a specific occupant just so that he could open a couple of doors that weren't actually locked?

Not actually the sort of thing that Nova found annoying, as it turned out.

In fact, as he strolled down the hallway, knocking on doors as the mood struck him, calling out various idle greetings and inquiries, he contemplated whether there were ways to make the scenario even more amusing.

Judging by the glimpse (and the behavior) from the PDA, it seemed this woman was some sort of princess or noble or somesuch. Maybe she'd appreciate being rescued from a dragon?

So while he walked, he started piecing together a dragon. On one floor, he concentrated on the texture of the scales, on another, the heat of the flame. To anyone watching, it would have appeared that the creature was plodding along after him down the halls, huge and sinister, but missing a few pieces here and there, at least at first. As he went along, it got much better, though. It even acquired a dragon smell.But when he caught a bit of the

[whimselingly]

Whimselina jumped off the bed with excitement. She'd been waiting for this moment all her life! "There he is!" she hissed to the crows under her breath. "Be on your best behavior! Wait - perhaps you had best leave. Wait, no, perhaps you had best chaperon..." She paced nervously, but only once or twice; a good hero was patient, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful...

"Just be on your best behavior," she told the crows, and then called out to the door. "Yes! I'm in here!"

[tactile_mirage]

"Prepare yourself!" He called through the door.

"I am going to turn the doorknob!"

And that's just what he did. Slowly, and with great fanfare. As the door opened, it allowed them to get a good look at one another for the first time, not to mention the crowd of crows, which obtained Nova's astonished attention for a few moments before he thought to offer a smile.

"Let's go quickly, now," he said, entering the room and ushering her towards the door, "You never know what might come after us once your captors realize that I'm springing you from your prison!"

[whimselingly]

Whimselina gasped excitedly. "Yes, of course!" She ran halfway to the door and then stopped, turning to the birds. "Please don't worry about me! Save yourselves, everyone! We will surely meet again!"

The crows seemed to hesitate, but eventually flew out in a great, black swarm. One small crow stayed behind, cawing.

Whimselina reached out and stroked its feathers. "Go on, little Gumdrop, fly to your freedom! And my noble rescuer and I are tragically killed, then sing my song! Let the world know the fate that has befallen me!"

The bird flew away, and Whimselina wiped away a single tear as she picked up her sewing project and brushed the feathers off it.

When she turned and smiled at Nova, it was as though none of it had ever happened. "I made you a coat, good sir!"