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demisemidemon) wrote2012-03-22 11:01 pm
demisemidemon) wrote2012-03-22 11:01 pm
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The land outside is... strange.
The forest seems normal enough, and the lake. The buildings are a weird mishmash, though -- some of them completely ordinary to Clare's eyes, and some of them like that baffling house entirely of transparent glass in huge panes. And then there's the wide pasture, that stretches all around the bar to the forest's edge, its grass cropped close even though there are no animals in sight but a few horses, too few to keep such a wide swath of land trimmed so low.
Also, there are tiny creatures with tiny weak auras scattered all throughout the forest. She hasn't seen any yet, but she can feel them from here. And another warrior of the organization, somewhere deep in the trees, and others with weirder auras too.
Clare's walking, unhurried, towards the trees.
The forest seems normal enough, and the lake. The buildings are a weird mishmash, though -- some of them completely ordinary to Clare's eyes, and some of them like that baffling house entirely of transparent glass in huge panes. And then there's the wide pasture, that stretches all around the bar to the forest's edge, its grass cropped close even though there are no animals in sight but a few horses, too few to keep such a wide swath of land trimmed so low.
Also, there are tiny creatures with tiny weak auras scattered all throughout the forest. She hasn't seen any yet, but she can feel them from here. And another warrior of the organization, somewhere deep in the trees, and others with weirder auras too.
Clare's walking, unhurried, towards the trees.
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ISN'T IT NICE TO MEET PROTAGONISTS, FLEMETH.
If Flemeth were a human saying all this, Clare would have responses. Since Flemeth is what she is... yeah, have some more stony staring.
One of the many useful aspects of superhuman strength: you can stand around with a giant claymore in hand pretty much indefinitely!
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(In many senses of the word.)
"Answer enough, I suppose. If only you were not so dull. Ah, well."
She's got places to be, does Flemeth.
And she seems very careless of turning her back on a half-inhuman woman with an unsheathed giant claymore.
Mostly it is because she can afford to be.
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With an aura that strong, it really won't matter if trees or rocks get in the way. She'll keep watching.
Just in case.
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Her face bears a slight, satisfied smile as she walks away.
That went well.
Milliways is wonderful as a cure for boredom. Really it is.
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Wait, no.
Clare is itching for an excuse to kill Flemeth and an opening that would give her a chance to succeed at it.
There we go.
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May she have joy of it!