RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
10-14-2014, 01:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2014, 01:12 AM by Frolic.)
Myra looked on as Savannah went to retrieve Watson and the rest of the company, only noticing Mayor's outstretched hand after he began waving it right in front of her face. She gave a smiling 'thank you' to Mayor, took the hand gratefully, and got up, wincing as her body screeched in protest. The ravenfolk took a while to look over Mayor and Bohw, taking note of their torn, battered states, the agony written all over Bohw's face, and a gaping hole in her clothes, edged with blood to show a wound that definitely could have killed. Thoughts churned in a low broil, and soon a blurry picture of what was going on was painted in her head. She didn't know the exact details, but judging from the few recent events and the Half-Imps demeanor after each one, Myra had a fair enough idea that Bohw was very uncomfortable with the transformation she takes on. Most likely having to do with that apparent bought of insanity and the voices that Myra had heard in her head.
Finally reaching a decision, Myra began taking difficult steps towards Bohw. "...The appearance you take on is insignificant, Bohw," Myra began as she started fiddling with the Half-Imp's scarf, "as long as you're working to make the world a better place." The scarf was now untied, its tattered ends being rearranged thoughtfully. Myra chanced a glance away from the scarf to meet her gaze with Bohw's, continuing in a more cautious tone. "...However, if those voices have any say in what you do with that form, then you should probably see to it that they become nothing more than shallow water rolling over stone on the edge of a creek."
The ravenfolk tied the scarf in front of Bohw to loop in a decent manner so that its ends fell in front of the Half-Imp's chest, acting as a cover-up for the hole in her clothing well enough. "If you don't mind, how about you tell me about your transformation while we heal and wait for the others?" She took a step back to give the shorter woman her personal space back, and prepared another healing spell to cast upon herself, Mayor, and Bohw.
Sorry I accidentally RP'd all over the post.
Finally reaching a decision, Myra began taking difficult steps towards Bohw. "...The appearance you take on is insignificant, Bohw," Myra began as she started fiddling with the Half-Imp's scarf, "as long as you're working to make the world a better place." The scarf was now untied, its tattered ends being rearranged thoughtfully. Myra chanced a glance away from the scarf to meet her gaze with Bohw's, continuing in a more cautious tone. "...However, if those voices have any say in what you do with that form, then you should probably see to it that they become nothing more than shallow water rolling over stone on the edge of a creek."
The ravenfolk tied the scarf in front of Bohw to loop in a decent manner so that its ends fell in front of the Half-Imp's chest, acting as a cover-up for the hole in her clothing well enough. "If you don't mind, how about you tell me about your transformation while we heal and wait for the others?" She took a step back to give the shorter woman her personal space back, and prepared another healing spell to cast upon herself, Mayor, and Bohw.
Sorry I accidentally RP'd all over the post.