[F12-PP-PT] Where Nightmares Tread [Slimin 2, the talkening]

[Enya 0]

"THEY FEEL SO REAL, SOO COOL" Enya says in excitement. The way this girl acted and presented herself it was like she really was or wanted to be a feline. Something that Enya had only read in those fairy tail books. Watching the girl... cat climb the tree and flop into the water, Enya's head would slightly turn thinking ouch. It sounded like it hurt but the girl didn't seem the might. 

After a moment when the cat didn't come up she would lean over the edge to make sure everything was alright. When the cat pops back up with the fish she falls backwards being startled by the sudden spring up. A fish in the mouth and two in her hands, Enya would give a small chuckle as she would catch the slimy fish that was still alive. It was rather big and hard to keep a grip on. Enya would start rolling around on the ground wrestling with the fish. Finally managing to pull a small carving knife out, she stabs it. It would stop moving but when Enya sits up she would be covered in mud. Taking a huff of breath, she would smile and look at the cat that was eating the fish raw staring at Enya with a large smile painted across her face.

Enya wanted to stay out here for a little while longer. The new found friend was fun, in a real way she envied the cat girl. Being whatever she wanted to be not caring about what anyone else thought. A camp fire was needed, she didn't want to eat the fish raw but she would not judge. Gathering some small rocks for a platform and cutting some bark off the tree. Finding a few sticks, two of them that looked like Y's at the top. Stabbing the last one right through the mouth of her dead fish, she would wash it off really quick. Using a smaller stick, she would create a small fire and start cooking her snack. "I am an artist, I draw stuff" looking to the cat with a smile. This was rather enjoyable.

[Mirianna 1]

That sliver of ice trapped in her right hand extrudes bitter fog that rolls to the ground, billowing outward as Mirianna weighs her options and what it was she wanted to do. She could easily dispatch this player that had so foolishly rushed headlong past her henchmen and straight into something she clearly knew nothing about. Like a hamster jumping into a lions mouth or a child sticking its hand into a blender, and Mirianna couldn't help but find it amusing how pathetic and filled with an utter disregard for self preservation Shayla's actions were. It had wrapped all the way past irritating into comedy. A sharp outburst of laughter as Mirianna struggles to keep a straight face. "My My, aren't you adorable. Well wolf, what if I cut out your eyes and feed them to the vultures and mail your heart back to whoever you call family?" The threat was borderline gruesome, and a test more then anything. Everyone was a hotshot until reality sunk in, a badass until they had something shoved through their sternum. 

"I'll tell you what, you give me that key. You get nothing but you give me an excuse to not carve you into pieces and leave you strewn all over this chapel. And consider it a gift from me to you, that I don't have to chop you up and waste my time and energy." There was a tinge of false modesty in a tone of sarcasm, obviously toying with the girl. Reaching the space directly in front of Shayla, she holds out her left hand and curls her fingers inward twice. "Now be a good girl and hand it over, otherwise this is going to get ugly fast. Lamb." The sharp and brief threat a lot more obvious this time, as to punch through such a thick skull and leave nothing up for misinterpretation.

@Shayla

[Shayla 0]

Hearing the woman's threats, they was descriptive and very fascinating. Walking forward slightly to pick the paper and key up from the ground. Slowly moving the foot or so more to stand in front of the woman. Her chest was pounding fast but not for the reasons that one might think. This was the most excitement that she has had since being in the game. Even the beach was a bit boring but this was more in her ball park. 

Setting both the list and the key in the woman's palm. Taking one step back, Shayla's eyes were dead locked on this female's gaze. She knew that this person would do exactly what she threatened, yet she was not scared, neither of them were. "That paper lists potential treasure on different floors. Don't bother with the first three, I already looted them." She could feel the chill of the icy mist coming from the woman, Shayla would just smile. This game was not like real life, but it was as real as it was going to get. "I have a copy of this list in here" Shayla would tap a single finger to the side of her head. 

This is when Shayla does something that she never thought she would ever do. She gets down on her knees folding them under her frame. Setting both hands on both knees, "I think we got off on the wrong foot." Looking down to the ground, taking a deep breath "I now know that keeping this from you was a mistake. Please let me join you and I will show you why I could be an asset to you." She was a hundred percent a wolf but her father always told her if fighting was not an option then do what feels right. What she was feeling right now was more than she had ever felt. There was no love, no trust, no anger just raw focus. Whatever she was feeling right now, it felt really good. If she went to hell then so be it. This is what she wanted.

[Rosaria 0]

As the kid regurgitated all manner of examples and reasons toward Rosaria of why she was 'doing it wrong' like he was some sort of expert, completely unaware of her motives and the reasons why things were the way they were. When she acted drunk but clearly wasn't, some were observant enough to realize she was faking. But unlike Kodo who didn't swing the way she was pitching they would take such an action as an invitation to play along. What was pretending to be drunk and falling in someone's lap but an elegant invite to push forward and break the ice? The kid was far too young to understand the nuance of such social engineering. That didn't bother her nearly as much as his pompous attitude. He probably couldn't charm his way out of a wet paper bag. With a boiling irritation and the urge to correct the idiot, she offers a false smile and dusts off her skirt. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you." The woman offers gently with all manner of manners she can muster, the fumes be damned else she blow her cover. This kid wasn't worth that. Not when there were hundreds his age that would easily bite.

A polite wave as the kid leaves, she chews on her tongue and returns to her seat. More flock around her having overheard her little social faux pas, the act working to catch the dumb or the inquisitive but lecherous alike. Silently the woman is all smiles, but in the back of her head she's really enjoying the fact that the proof was in the pudding or in this case the posse. As if rubbing his nose into it with every laugh and passing compliment from his peers. All the while she takes pleasure in seeing him drinking all by his lonesome proving he must be the most fun at parties.

@Kodo

[Kodo 0]

PH

[Celeste 1]

PH

@Mari