Hip-pest Reaction

A meeting of happenstance between several Alexandrian adventurers turns from music to suspicion when a new Mul'niessan shows up in town....

So Sandy is here.

Naturally, she's trudging down the street with this irritated look on her face that's always there. In fact, she's stepping out of the hospital where she had some business to conduct.

Slowing down after a run, Moonshadow arrives at the soldier's defense quickly enough with a bag of herbs on her back. She hands them off easily to one of the nurses and begins to stretch, waving to Sandy while she stretches. "Lady Sandy, it's a pelasure to see you."

Zalara is looking at some of the shops to see what wares are being sold. She hears someone call out for Lady Sandy and she looks over her shoulder to see where the elf has teleported in this time.

People are singing. PEOPLE ARE SINGING. Luckily, they are actually singing rather beautifully. It is a group of Ceinaran clerics, standing in the gardens. It appears they were just kinda inspired by the scene. Really, this should happen more often. A lot more often. Acapella with harmonies that only come with real skill? Amazing. A small crowd has gathered and sighs in disappointment when they finally stop, beaming at each other and then heading off on their own merry ways. OH LOOK. That's a halfling cleric aiming in the direction of Sandy and the others now. Jessa looks serene. It is likely a trap.

Zalara hears the singing and she pulls out her death ray and starts to look around, "All right where are you Partyman?" She points her death ray around, "You won't get me again."

Singing? SINGING? Sandy's ears twitch. Singing must be destroyed. There is no happiness allowed to anyoen. Ever. She spots the halfling with her serene look and she's coming right towards her and sothe elf stops dead and says, very loudly, "Oh *balls*."

Moonshadow says, "Partyman? What are you talking about?" She says looking to Zalara as Jessa approaches. "I swear you're all a strange lot."

"Oh, he's not around. We were just singing this lovely little flower song we know from my people." Jessa waves a languid hand. "Put your guns and rays and hurty things away. I am only possessed by the gentle hand of my Goddess." And then she gets a HUGE grin on her face. "Hello, Sandy-dear. I met your husband! He has a very big....ego!"

"Husband? What on earth are you talking about? I'm not... oh gods. Is that idiot still going around calling me his maybe-wife?" Sandy's scowl darkens even more and she is *not happy*. Not happy in the slightest.

Zalara ohs and whews softly as she puts away her ray, "Good. His music is horrible." She ahs a little bit, "Well your song is very nice." She looks over towards Sandy and then over to Moonshadow, "A bard who had a artifice that was making everyone dance whether you wanted too or not."

"Oh, he is. He is quite the charmer," Jessa says dryly, setting her tiny hands on her tiny hips as she peers up at Sandy and her more padded ones. "If he does say so himself." Then she bows theatrically to Zalara. "Ah yes. Thank you. I do my best."

Moonshadow tilts her head a bit. "Ouch. If he's getting that sort of reception, I guess he got you both, at least once, hm?" BLunt this one. She then looks to Sandy. "Maybe if you caught him, you could crush him?"

Combing her fingers through her tangled hair, Sandy just *glares* right back at Jessa for a moment. "Yes. Charming indeed, for an idiot with delusions of grandeur and a lot of things that do not exist. I see I am going to have to deliver him into a maze again sometime. A lot." Her scowl deepens even more and then there's an Oruch talking to her. "I don't feel like going back to jail again."

A petite young Mul'niessa woman walks in from the north, her long white hair swirling in the breeze, glistening like mother of pearl as she passes the occasional torch. She hugs a cloak about herself, her heels clicking on the stones beneath her feet.

Zalara looks over to Jessa, "Who is this that you are talking about? It seems a lot of people here think a lot of themselves and don't have the skills to back it up."

"I have -absolutely- no idea if he has the skills to back it up or not. It is very difficult to sustain an ego like that without at least a bit." Jessa would know. She points a finger at Sandy. "My darling Sandy. Are you embarassed by Jibbom?" She considers Moonshadow, stroking her chin. "Worth a thought." Her eyes skim past the woman toward the approaching figure before returning to her conversationmates.

"Don't make me pick you up by the ankles, Jessa. I can and will. Don't think I've forgotten how," points out Sandy, "Why, I could do it with just a finger." She sniffs, then turns a glare on Zalara. "Egos and mercenaries go hand in hand." And then her gaze locks on the arrival of a Mul'niessa. Indeed, she's staring at her with a great deal of coolness.

Moonshadow says, "I think you'd be branded a hero if you crushed this one." She then looks to Jessa. "at least You know what he looks like.....and you can find him again.""

Ellerela can feel the many unfriendly gazes on her, but is doing her best to keep her cool. A pointed ear twitches and the young woman moves out under the light, the rapier ar her hip swaying as she walks along.

"Do you think so? I am a hero of the city! ...from back in the day." Jessa looks up at Moonshadow with an almost sly look. "Only the more uptight ones in the city would cheer. Many would be upset. As for YOU, Sandy Cranky-Elf. You just try it. You. Just. Try it." Jessa pokes a finger at Sandy's knees. Look. She's short. Then to fit in? She turns and eyes Ellerela too.

Moonshadow looks over to Elle and tilts her head. "A Mul walking about openly.....and this isn't Blar. Very interesting." She waves to the Mul'niessa. If she truly is a threat, she can be taken care of in a group.

Zalara doesn't seem to be affected by the glare, "So I have some to find out. I don't really mind if so long as they are doing good for the city. It's when they've not done anything for the city and think they are all that. That annoys me."

"Just what this city needs. More Muls to feed," says Sandy with clear crankyiness in her tone. Then Jessa is at her knee and she gives her a very light nudge with it. "I'll do what I please, thank you very much, and if you annoy me enough to take you by the ankles and, I don't know, throw you into the Tornmawr..." She then breaks off from Jessa, though, heading right for the Mul. "So, what sob story do you have? 'Oh, I'm not really an evil bitch from Charn. I'm really a happy shadow elf!'" A mincing, mocking tone to her voice here.

Ellerela's ears have become good at picking up the word 'Mul' in her time here, normally in time for her to duck the rock that often follows. She flinches slightly as she turns and gives a small curtsey to the group. As Sandy approaches she shrinks from the woman. "Hey, no need to be like that. Such of us as are exiled, or escape, or whatever quite naturally come here. Of course I'm from Charn, and many would say I'm a bitch."

Zalara looks over at Ellerela and she frowns a little bit, "Yah that's what a lot of you claim that you are exiled or escaped, but you are really agents of Charn. You are from Charn so you are evil. Deal with it and go away."

"Blahblahblah do we have to do the same shit every time?" Jessa looks bored. But she isn't afraid because halflings almost never are.

Moonshadow thunks Jessa on top of the head. "To ensure our safety, we must." She says while still listening to Elle.

"No. But harassing shadow elves *is* sort of fun," says Sandy, cheerfully, to Jessa. "And one must ensure that they know how *dangerous* it is for their kind here to pop their head up after what happened last year." She looks over her shoulder at Jessa. Well, over her shoulder and down and then back to Ellerela. "*Do* be careful."

Ellerela frowns. "Well if you'd like a little proof..." She raises her hands, showing them to be empty. "Do you mind if I put on a little magical display? If any of you are knowledgable in the arcane arts it may prove my point." She looks about the various people here, looking to see if anyone protests.

"I mind very --" And then Jessa is thunked in the head and her knees almost buckle. "Do you MIND?" she shouts up at Moonshadow. Moonshadow says, "No, I don't mind at all." She says resting her arm on Jessa's head....though with the way she leans, it looks like she's resting her whole body on top of Jessa's head......"

Zalara nods, "I mind there is no need to be using your magic here. I am knowledgeable in the arcane, so I know how much damage one spell can do."

"now knock that off!" says Sandy to Moonshadow, irritably. "No tormenting the halfling. It's my job. Seriously. She's tiny." She gives Moonshadow this look of deep balefulness.

At least it's distracting her from the shadow elf.

And then the halfling crumbles. She's like thirty pounds, folks.

Moonshadow is still standing up.....since most of her weight wasn't even on the halfling. "You have these fainting spells often?"

A grin appears on Ellerela's face. "If you're knowledgeable on the arcane then you'll know that magic directed inwards is rarely dangerous. The angle is awkward, but..." She tenses up, this should be safe, but you never know. A golden beam of fire lances from her hands to strike directly over her own heart.

"I hate giants," comes a tiny little mutter as the halfling slides to the side, putting Sandy and herself between Moonshadow. She isn't afraid. But she is also not stupid. She eyes the other elf. "So. You are basically kinda reckless and possibly not too smart?" she asks in a dry voice.

"WAUGH."

Sandy leaps back from Ellerela when the fire springs to life around her and she looks shocked, then yelps, "WATCH it. Wait. What was that?" She squints at her. "That can't have been what I think I saw." Squint! Squinty eyed elf.

Zalara looks over towards shadow elf as she shoots herself with a beam of golden fire. She hmms, "Interesting spell that you have there. I have heard sorcerers can do things like that. So this is the proof that you are a good shadow elf? Myself I count actions more then using magic, even if it's good magic."

Ellerela shakes her head. "Not a spell. That would have required an incantation, or at least more time to shape the effect. I've been able to do that since I was thirty years old, it just comes naturally. Lets just say most of my kin would find that when they're struck by an effect like that, they don't just shrug it off. It won't hurt animals." She looks over Zalara. "That's the reason I'm not in Charn really. They seemed to think it was heretical magic. I didn't relish the idea of having my heart cut out and given to Taara."

Moonshadow tilts her head. "So.....it's a natural ability?" Oruch aren't so great at magic, usually. "Sounds like there's more to you than meets the eye. DO you have a name?"

Jessa just watches with a decidedly skeptical expression on her face.

Ellerela nods her head. "Or an unnatural ability. Something like that. I'm Ellerela." She curtsies very deeply. "Your humble servant. If you'll excuse me I really should head back home. People around here are a bit... touchy about my kind. Rightly so I guess."

Moonshadow says, "usually rightly so. Few of your kind are trustworthy." She then chuckles. "Same with my kind I imagine." She says softly before looking back towards the temple district. "I need to be on my way as well....must get to the temple of Eluna before the full moon rises.""

"...uh *huh*," says Sandy after a moment. She' moved over to Jessa and then, glancing down at her, adds, "This is not a good day for you or for me, is it. Also, I hate you for all that singing." Hands are placed on her (admittedly wide for an elf) hips.

Ellerela grins. "I need to get to the tavern before any of the cute guys leave. Have a good night all of you."

"I sing very beutifully. Stop being ungrateful for my inspiration." Jessa gives Ellerela a nod but it is a vague and suspicious sort.

"Good luck with *that*. Nobody's going to want to touch a gods damn shadow elf," says Sandy with a grossed out look on her face at thart thought.

"Umm, other shadow elves maybe." Ellerela strides off back to the north, heels clicking.

Zalara makes a face, "Ew...gross, please don't breed."

Ellerela goes North <N>

"I swear. This city gets more ridiculous every day." Jessa scowls after the departing orc, rubbing at her neck.

"Yes... yes it does," says Sandy with a heaved sigh. Then she eyes Jess again, "So what was with the damn music?" she demands.

Zalara hmms, "Oh some bard was using an artifice to amplify his music so that anyone that heard it would have the urge to party. Very annoying."

"We wanted to. It was pretty, we'd worked out the harmonies, the garden was nice." The halfling almost leers up at Sandy. "We were inspired. It was nice. There doesn't have to be a re--" Oh. "Oh. That. Yes."

"...Idiots," mutters Sandy under her breath, "Why must there always be idiots?" She scowls.

Zalara shrugs a little bit, "I don't know, they say ignorance is bliss and if so then a lot of people must be happy."

At the moment, Sandy and Jess are near the Soldier's Defense hospital. Nearby, Zalara is standing and talking to them. The elf of the trio is looking quite irritable about, well... everything, actually.

"Because people are people," Jessa says serenely. Probably to piss Sandy off.