Farrel: Ladies' Day Out

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Re: Farrel: Ladies' Day Out

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"Ooh, that could be distracting." Jamie waggled a finger at Tamina's attacker. "Let me fix that."

The girl quickly adjusted the sling holding Nera and then took a swing at the man with the club. Her fist connected with the man's jaw with a resounding crack, and she yelped, shaking her hand hard. The man simply glared and hefted his club.

"You might want to hurry," Jamie said.
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Tamina concentrated as hard as she was able, pausing mometarily to deliver another kick to the back of the man's knee which buckled his leg and left him wide open for a strike from the teen which knocked him flat.

"Kahli... griis..."

The glow around her strengthened. She moved to Jamie's side.

"Jula!"

The nimbus reached its apex. Without a word of warning she placed the palm of her hand against Jamie's temple and channeled. Energy coursed thorugh her body, half of it discharging into her companion's body in a flood that caused them both to yelp involuntarily.

Tamina had experienced the effects of the spell before. Once active, it felt like her reflexes had been taken away and replaced with razor blades. Her heart, which beat fast under normal circumstances, turned into a hammering hum as though it had been given a shot of adrenalin.

She flashed a grin and began run again; her body now little more than a blur.

"Doesn't last long! Got to go!"

OOC Andale! Andale! Arriba! Arriba! Yii-hah! **dust cloud**/OOC
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Elke had finally straggled in to the warehouse, feeling even greener than usual, and wondering how the human race had managed to propagate itself in the face of morning sickness. What she heard there from Annabelle, however, sent her back out onto the street, swearing under her breath.

That damned teenager isn't worth the effort, she raged to herself as she trotted toward the Eisenfaust headquarters, a place she normally avoided like the plague. If it was my call to make, I'd let Fredriel skin her alive and use her ass for a sofa pillow.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

But wait! Who was this running in her general direction? Jamie ... and the catgirl too.

Elke quickly unlimbered an experimental gadget that her hired-gun mage had left with her to "test;" this looked like as good a time as any to test it. To the eye, it looked like a long-barreled handgun ... but there was more to it than met the eye. She sighted on Jamie and Tamina, making sure to lead them just slightly, and pushed the stud to fire the thing.

A soundless pulse of magic flared out of the "gun" in the shape of a lariat and flew toward the fleeing pair.

Got 'em, Elke thought; if the rent-a-mage knew what he was talking about, they'd shortly be wrapped up in a harmless but incredibly sticky magical field, neatly hogtied and unable to move. She could send the catgirl off to Fredriel, to get whatever was coming to her (Elke didn't really care one way or the other, but one had to do certain things to maintain a business' reputation), and tie the damned teenager to a tree until the evaluation period was over.

However, she hadn't counted on Tamina's spell. The magical lariat fell harmlessly behind Jamie and the kobold as they shifted into overdrive ... and Elke, cursing with words she didn't realize she knew, could do nothing but watch them go.
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'Runningrunningrunningrunning'

The shouts of the mob disappeared behind them quickly enough. Tamina thanked whatever forces that were watching that she'd finally gotten enough rest to recover her mana and perform such a demanding spell. The effects of it only lasted around thirty seconds, but by the time it had worn off the pair had covered hundreds of yards, moving with the rapidity of humming birds with legs.

The spell broke, the effect like was whiplash. Tamina and Jamie slowed abruptly as if lead had sudden been poured into their limbs, the kobold panted and went down to one knee, feeling doubly tired from the spiritual exhaustion that came with the finish.

"Can't- do that- again- for a while." She managed, and pushed herself with difficulty to her feet. "We can- find- the Captain now?"

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Robin Loklier, as was fitting for his current run of luck that day, arrived at the Eisenfaust warehouse with his men in tow a few minutes later. He immediately saw Elke standing outside with an expression on her face that screamed 'pissed off'. He approached her cautiously, getting chewed out was not in his plans, and tipped the hat he wore in a respectful gesture.

"Ma'am." He said. "Is something the matter?"

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The Tavern was The Dancing Troll, a surprisingly well-kept waterfront establishment run by an ex-seafarer called Anderson who had a knack for catering to his clientelle. As the morning sun climbed higher he cleaned glasses, directed his staff and ran through the general routine he'd fallen into a dozen years ago. He was in a good mood today, had been for the last twenty four hours, since Captain Rigby and his rag-tag bunch of sailors had come rolling through the double doors. The place had since done more business than he'd had in the last week.

He polished the glass to a shine, humming an old tune to himself, casting his eye around his business as he did. The Troll had quietened down for now at least, although there were still a few merc-looking types from The Captain's crew up who were trying to set some kind of record for hours of continual drinking, there were another half dozen simply passed out around the tables and in corners who'd doubtless get the hair of the dog as soon as they groaned themselves back to wakefulness, even a few were laying out on the street or against the stone walls of the tavern like narcoleptic night guards. Rigby himself and a few others had retired to the hard cots upstairs, citing a desire to sleep in a bed which didn't rock like a kiddies swing for the first time in weeks.

Anderson looked back at the reflection of a middle-aged man in the glass, the face rounded out by years of comfortable living, and smiled.
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"Well," Jamie said, shoving the door open. "I think this is the place. Those guys we asked down on the dock after we slowed back down said something about trolls. Either they meant the denizens or the name, and I doubt that we'll find a place full of trolls here." She glanced at a table of longshoreman eating a late breakfast. "I could be wrong about that though. Eww."

She sidled up to the bar and nodded towards the barkeep. The man walked over at the nod, smiling in a wooden way. "Can I help... Is that a baby?"

Jamie arched an eyebrow. She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Tamina. "That one's got ears and a tail, I've got several different loaded weapons on my back and hip, and it's the baby you're noticing?"

The barkeep shrugged. "We get all kinds here, but this is the first time one's been in diapers."

"Gotta problem with it?"

"Rick," another man walked over. "Don't hassle the armed customers. Why don't you go clean some glasses?" As the barkeep ambled off the new fellow set down a glass he himself had been polishing. "Name's Anderson. What can I get for you?"

"Well, we were looking for a ship that came in from the southern continent yesterday, and we heard that the crew came in here?"
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"Is something the matter?"

Elke glared at Robin Locklier. Simply put, she didn't like brown-nosers, and she didn't like to be brown-nosed. Pile this on top of morning sickness, distaste at anything having to do with Alec Fredriel, frustration at an inexplicably jet-propelled pair of fugitives, and a generally crappy week, and she was not in the mood to talk to this man.

"Yeah, something's the matter, all right," she growled. "Two persons of interest to us have been seen heading for the docks, and I can't catch them. You know the two. Go find them." She turned to go ...

... And as she did, she noticed the lines of a familiar, and decidedly unwelcome, ship in the harbor.

Waffenbruderschaft. What in Luminosita's drawers of hell are they doing here?

The Waffenbruderschaft were a comparatively minor guild, actually; they ran a few rackets on the southern coast, probably smuggled some odds and ends from the Southern Continent. Elke knew that they took occasional contracts for hits, but a brief, violent foray into Port Lorrel a few years back had made it very clear to them that any business they transacted here had bloody well better not encroach on the Eisenfaust's turf. A little smuggling might be tolerated, as long as it didn't involve any goods the Eisenfaust had a stake in, but that was all. So what was a full-sized Waffenbruderschaft clipper doing in the docks?

A whimsical thought struck her. Maybe they'll come and scoop up that damn teenager and her pet catgirl, so that I could claim they'd got away because of forces beyond our control ... naw, I could never be that lucky, and they could never be that unlucky.

Of course, she completely underestimated the power of the Deus Ex Machina spell that Joe had somehow managed to cast, despite having no magical talent at all.
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"Well, we were looking for a ship that came in from the southern continent yesterday, and we heard that the crew came in here?"

"The Clark?" Anderson replied. "Well, most of the crew is scattered around you." He swept a hairy arm across the tavern to indicate the snoring crewmen and went back to cleaning the glass. "If you're looking for the Captain he probably won't be up for another- Hey! Stop that!"

He pointed at the kobold, who'd busied herself by liberating a depleted pint of cider from a snoring pirates grasp, and was chugging down the remains while perching on the back of his chair with her feet crossed on the back of the man's head. The man being used as a cushion sleep-murmured something about pancakes and then continued snoring.

"But he's comfy and 'sleep." Tamina replied, radiating innocence and taking another sip. "Apple-y!" She exclaimed.

Anderson face-palmed and addressed the teenager, who at least seemed to have a grasp of human interaction. "I'm sure Captain Rigby'll be down before too long, can I get you anything in the meantine ma'am?"

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Robin backed away from Elke as the ship caught her attention, black clouds running through his thoughts and raining on his ideas of future promotion. He took out his frustrations by barking orders at his men, ordering them to start accosting people for information about their marks. His knuckles tightened as the group disappeared from the boss' sight; someone was going to pay for this.

'It's not my fault I'm stuck running the bloody finances around here...' He thought irritably 'I didn't ask to be put in charge of finding that fat bastard's runaway, but does anyone care? Fuck no!'

He pivoted and booted a broken crate, which made a satisfying cracking noise as it skidded across the waterfront.
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"Beer," Jamie replied. She slapped a coin down on the counter. "A good one."

She turned towards Tamina. "You might want to take your feet off of him. What if he has a foot fetish?"
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"You might want to take your feet off of him. What if he has a foot fetish?"

The kobold's brow furrowed at the word, the 'yooman' language was something she'd picked up as part of her education as a tribal healer, since they invariably found trade for their services for wanderers in their part of the world who found themselves being bitten by the wrong mosquito or mauled by some predator miles from any other civilisation and in dire need of someone who could stop them from dying painfully. At times like that it helped to be able to understand what the furless apes were saying. Of course, even with a fairly decent education there were a tonne of terms she wasn't familiar with.

"Fet-fish?" She rolled the word around with puzzlement on her face as Anderson plonked a reasonably respectable looking bottle in front of Jamie. Something that would've been unsurprising to the regulars, The Troll was actually a pretty clean place by Port Lorrel standards after all.

A few minutes later an unearthly groan sounded from the upper floor where the matchbox sized rooms of the tavern lay. The barmen looked up, Anderson in particular had amusement written all over his face.

"Sounds like his nibs is up." He nodded at Rick. "Better pour something for him to clear his sinuses. He was putting away whisky last night like it was going out of style."

A man clomped down the short flight of stairs with all the grace of a cripple a moment later. He was short, almost comically so, standing five feet at the most without his Captain's hat on, the sunlight glinted off a circle of bare scalp on top of his head as he paused a moment to put his hands on his knees and retched. He waved away the serving boy who darted forward with a bucket in his hand and made his unsteady way to the nearest bar stool. Anderson chuckled and placed an amber coloured drink in front of the hungover man.

"Bless you lad." The short man slurred, his accent was thick and undeterminable, something that put a harsh twist on the vowels with was funneled through a beaklike nose. He took a deep draught of the drink, almost as oblivious to everyone else in the bar as the man Tamina's heels were still planted on.
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"That him?" Jamie asked Tamina, tossing her head in the direction of the fellow that had just entered. She picked up her mug and took a pull of beer, then wiped the foam off her upper lip with the back of her hand.
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