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Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Anna was already experiencing one hell of a headache by the time she had crashed into bed the prior evening. The venue she and the rest of the band had been scraping up the enthusiasm to get a paycheck from barely even qualified as hole in the wall, and the paycheck had ended up being balanced against enough free, shitty beer that Anna damn well would have rather gotten paid more just to have something better to drink. But you know what really drowned your sorrows over a terrible gig? That's right, boys and girls free, shitty beer. To say it had been kind of a crash face first into the mattress on the floor that you have the audacity to call a bed without even taking your boots off first evening the night prior was a bit of an understatement. Hangover check list hair that looked like she had gotten as fucked fun-wise as she had paycheck-wise? Check. That super bad taste in her mouth that made her suddenly want to marry several cold glasses of water? Check. Unable to see a damn thing almost twenty seconds after opening her eyes? Oh yes. A massive aversion to sunlight? .. well, that was pretty much every morning, and Ms. Williams went and pulled her swelteringly hot fur blankets over her head to try and block out as much of it as she was able. It was around that time that she actually remembered she didn't have fur blankets, or a window that shone damn sunlight on her thanks to her very practical blackout curtains in her apartment. Also, it was fucking hot, and she still had her steel toed boots on under the covers? What the hell was wrong with her? Flailing her way to something like an upright position, kicking and punching at the cover like it owed her two months back rent just kidding! That was her slut of a roommate! Sorry for the mistake, covers!, Anna Williams finally managed to get herself vertical enough to let her heels slam down onto her carpet barely an inch or two below the surface of the bed. Or, that was the usual routine. Here, her legs dangled an awful lot more, which was exactly what short girls just loved a reminder of how short they were. So thanks for that too, Conan. Anna glared through her fussy bangs at the damn near bone-grinding bread-eating giant of a man sitting beside her or well, he SEEMED that big through her blurry, confused stare, anyhow for about ten seconds trying to make him come into focus. She tugged down on the oversized black band tee to keep it from riding up over her midriff where it had rolled up in her sleep, giving her jeans a quick upward tuck along the way, but by the time she got around to also pushing her hair out of her face she had fallen back onto the bed. Nah, no, nope. Too drunk even for this fucking dream, she told Mr. Dream Man, and promptly rolled over to try to get back to .. REM sleep, or whatever you had to do when you had one of those waking dreams to just make it end.
Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Oh, for the sake of me. he grumbled, grasping her shoulder. And the hangover was gone . Instantly. With a soft hiss, it simply appeared in the stranger's hand, a physical manifestation of a hangover right there. It looked like a cross between pudding and a kidney stone. I have to remind myself to start using these. Right good for smiting. he grumbled, stuffing it in a sack. Now, then. I am... Call me Spider. he said, smirking. Right now, I won't ask much of you. Simply, be awake, and aware - you're not at home anymore. The other thing you need to be aware of You are in mortal peril, for the moment. Though it's not immediately apparent. The priest knows I brought you here. Seek him out. He's the tall one. he said, The rest might attack you on sight, but you don't need to worry much. He nodded. Yes, he seemed to say, this was sufficient. I've gone to the liberty of... enhancing some of the items in your bag. Be careful when using them, yes? he said. With that, he stepped out the wall. Just walked up to the wall and out, leaving behind a glyph on the wall that shifted slightly - a symbol of an eight legged spider. And then she was alone, in the one-room stone hut, with her things - some of which might be magical, maybe? - and her thoughts. The air smelled clean, in one way. In another, it smelled of a farm - not a bad scent, just a musty one. Wherever she was, it was cleaned often. And if she peeked outside, she'd see something strange. At first, she might be mistaken and believe she'd landed in a village of pangolins. These! But no, these were larger - at least four feet tall at most. They wore aprons, held tools, and chittered in some weird language. Children rode on their parent's tails and rolled around in balls in the street.
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RE Avalon And then one of them saw her, a cry rising in a foreign language from the creatures. The children were fleeing, now, the adults, especially the wider ones, starting to approach slowly. And not with a pleasant look about them. More emerged from alleys and corners, until she was fully surrounded. The general feeling that was slowly dawning would probably be something like 'wrong neighborhood', only executed by a group of creatures more cute than threatening. The observant might note a few things This was almost definitely a mining town, with the large quarry to the north, the prevalence of mining picks, and the large smelter nearby. In fact, the town was surprisingly large, but all the homes for creatures of the pangolin's stature were small hovels like the one she'd emerged from. The rest seemed to be human-sized, and far nicer. The human part of town was walled off, even. The only pangolin building that seemed to be of any sound construction was the massive temple, with a spidery emblem at the top of its central spire, carved into stone. So it seemed she had two choices - run to the human town and hope that they let her in, or... get through the pangolins to go to where Spider had sent her. After all, there was a chapel there, too, though it seemed dedicated to something military - the emblem being a shining fist. She had to make her decision soon - the creatures were closing in now.
Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Pangolins were like .. roly poly pocket dinosaurs that never got hit by a meteor. Anna had had her fair share of possibly inebriated squee'ing over animated gifs and videos of the things at 2AM in the past. But standing just outside the stone hut where she had awoken, gazed at by their nightmarish cousins that were only a bit shorter than her by a foot and change and much stockier and broader than she was, she kinda wished she had spent all that time cooing over sloths instead. At least they were slow. Knowing her scumbag brain though, her dream world probably would have made them super fast. So, sure, she could have just darted back into the hut with one door, but the jig was up. They'd just come right in and suss out why the confused brunette was trying to stage a one woman invasion of their town, probably with big mining picks and adorably roly poly claws and such. Why were they so much less cute at that size? Was it just because she was getting a distinct Yankee in King Arthur's Court vibe, or because she couldn't actually remember if they were herbivores or not -- or if that even applied. And why couldn't she just wake the fuck up? There were a bunch of tall buildings behind a wall, but with her luck, she wouldn't actually run into humans so much as .. human sized anteaters or something, so far as she could guess. But there was one building that might have passed for some kind of strange church likely with a giant spider as the priest, who had totally enslaved that weird dude to do his spidery bidding and lure nubile young women into its web or something equally horrific and pulpy, and that was about the closest thing she could honestly see to following the weird dude's directions. Did she want to follow them was the real question .. but the loping motions of the encroaching not-quite-pangolins spurred her to realizing she should probably just go where the damn dream wanted her to. Hey, we cool? We cool, she said with a hand up toward the closing in crowd, turning to one side before she began to leisurely, but somewhat in a panic, but not trying to be TOO panicked, yanno? jog her way toward the comparatively massive temple with the corner of her eye always on the nearest group of locals just in case she had to break out into a run.
Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

RE Avalon Speaks or Strangers is fine, he said, placing a chair at a table behind the altar. I shall fetch you some tea. Some... Local flavor. he rolled his shoulders, setting aside his staff to work with the tea. So you are not of Avalon. he began, But of another place. Somewhere that only has Humans. he said, At least, as the only intelligent species. We are known as Kobolds . he said, A poor first impression of my people, I do apologize, but some context is needed, first. he said, setting a cup before her, rolling his tail under himself rather than fetching another chair. How to begin... he rubbed his chin. First, then, a history lesson. he took his staff, pointing to the first image on the walls. Long, long ago, in a time before words were writ, a King of another land was in dismay. His people were doomed. There was no escape, so he asked his wizard for a solution. His wizard gave him this - Create a new world, and move the souls of his kingdom there. And so the Creator made Avalon, the Land of Rest. he said. But the Creator, sadly, was not immortal. he pointed at the next image. He created beings to watch the world for him, to administrate it in his absence. We call these the First Of Many. he said, Anansi. Raven. Coyote. Clown. Law. And these were charged with giving vessels for the many, many souls. Each approached it differently. Our god, Anansi, or Spider, created a people of industry, reliability, strength, and fortitude. Our powerful arms and shoulders can carry heavy burdens, our scales are capable of turning many blows. And each god and goddess in turn did the same, shaping their own race. More gods rose in the days after, building their own races, on other continents in the Land of Rest. He leaned back, taking a long drink, looking into the cup. He found himself uncertain. Could a human - a totally foriegn one, at that - understand what was going on? Humans... Are blessed with intellect beyond the others. he said. Except for the Blessed like myself, they are... slower. he sighed, This has lead to humanity gaining a somewhat inflated opinion of itself. Of... entitlement. This town is just one of dozens like it, where humans found some tribe of beastfolk and... exploited them. Or worse. Slavery is not rare. he said quietly. They have steel and gunpowder. We have iron and... and our resolve. War is out of the question. I petitioned Spider for help. So did many other races. Their gods have sent chosen, from another land - your earth - to help us. Only Spider can send you back. And only when your mission is complete will he. My job is to guide you. First to a meeting of another chosen. Then, to other places, dictated by Spider. Do you understand?
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RE Avalon The kobold sighed. Would that I could. he said, I would adventure myself in your place. But the mandate is made, and I am to follow no matter the inanity. he took a deep breath. This is not, exactly, an adventure that requires great strength, mind you. Cunning, maybe. Charisma, perhaps. But we are not exactly fighting dragons, here, or exploring ancient tombs. While there will be danger, I can handle that for you. And I have not mentioned the reward, nor the advance payment. He walked to the altar, sliding it open, reaching inside to retrieve something. A top hat, like they might use in a stage show, or at a costume party. The brim was a little wider than most should be. This is an artifact of great power. he said, And if you take on the quest, it will be yours to keep. Anansi has told me it will even work elsewhere. he placed it, upside down, on the table. Inside, even lit by the torches, was total blackness. The kobold took a single gold coin, and dropped it inside, where it fell past where the top of the hat would be, to rest within arm's reach, seemingly floating in a void that didn't have an end. It has no limits as to what it can hold, and does not increase in mass as you store items within. Reversing the hat, that is, turning it inside out, will forcefully expel everything inside. Maybe you ask why I trust you with this. The truth is... He sighed. The truth is, this is the last effort the gods can manage. If this fails, or falters... The humans will likely simply take over the whole continent, enslave us, and our gods will die from lack of worship. Thus the reward is equally grand as the importance Two wishes. No trickery.
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RE Avalon Anna pursed her lips. Some might have even called it a 'pout', but she wasn't being petulant about it as she watched the odd, increasingly less scary kobold man sigh once again and amble his way over to the altar. Her eyes didn't exactly sparkle and light up at the idea of payment for a quest she didn't even want to go on, one she barely even believed in at this point, but he was speaking her language with the idea that she wouldn't need strength and that, well, duh. She had charisma out the fuckin' ears. Some would argue that's not where all her charisma was, but they weren't here, now were they? Assholes. Look, I'm not really looking to get paid or anything, she decided with a sigh, watching as he pulled out .. a top hat. A top hat was supposed to be her advance payment for an admittedly dangerous journey into a world of, apparently, beast people, fickle gods, and smarter-than-you humans who wanted to take over the world like pretty much any humans, like she'd thought? Her demurral was sidetracked by just how weird it was that he was putting a top hat down on the table in front of her. You better not be pulling out fishnets and tails to go with that thing, she huffed half under her breath. She definitely wasn't about to start parading about like some kind of crazy magician or lovely assistant, especially not if it meant going without boots that were actually pretty good for a hike thank Spider for hitting her at that particularly high bout of laziness, she guessed. She watched the coin, but it took a second before she actually stood up from the little table and peered down inside to see the coin hovering in there. She looked at it, then at Speaks, her incredulity clear. At least an expressive face was good for making it clear when she was actually impressed, and somehow, flying money managed that more than angry, big, animal people had. At least while she had still been assuming this was all a dream. Wait, it's really doing that? She paused for a beat. Can I just like .. pull it out? If I put that thing on, does it fall out? Does it eat my head? she asked in an increasingly quick pace, her curiosity at what looked like honest to god magic like walking through a wall wasn't? .. again, dream logic seemed to have trumped wonder up until she really figured this wasn't the fever dream she thought it was causing her to dart her eyes between the hat and Speaks like a cat following a mouse. She swung her backpack up onto the table with a resoundingly heavy thunk. Can I just .. throw all this crap in there? she asked. Because if we've got a long way to go, I really don't want to start by throwing out my back. ... if I decide to help, she added, remembering she was supposed to be all aloof and pissed about this whole thing. But then Speaks had to go and drop two bombshells. The death of the gods, the subjugation of their people? That sucked. Two wishes? .. that wasn't real, right? .. wish wishes? Like, anything I want in the universe wishes? Forgive her for sounding skeptical about that, even as she was about to shove an entire make-up bag into a top hat and see if it hovered in the black void inside.
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RE Avalon First of all. he said, picking up his staff, which he layed across the brim, It must fit within the brim of the hat to enter or exit it. Things within will remain inside unless expelled or retrieved. he said, retrieving the coin and instead dropping in various things - a purse of coins, a small dagger, waterskins, things like that. Secondly, wishes like this are rather rare, but yes. Certainly you have heard of genies and their sort of wishes. These are a different sort. Should we succeed, the gods in question should be able to read your mind and understand your intent and spirit of your wishes. You'll get exactly what you desire. Not some twisted mockery of your ambition. He turned the hat over, shaking it a little. Nothing fell out. Alright. he said, sliding the hat over. Just think of the item you want to pull out and it'll come to your hand. he said, You can, of course, wear it safely. he rose, stretching. We will not be alone, either. We have one other member to our party. A chosen who arrived before you. Frederick! he called, and a door opened, a young man walking out. Dressed in iron armor, he still cut an impressive figure. Tall, wide, he might remind her of a football player in gear. A long sword was sheathed on his back, a smaller one on his hip, and a shield rested over the larger sword. His helmet was in the crook of one arm, and his face... Might remind her or a military man with some experience. A scar ran from his forehead to his jaw, crossing over one eye, but hadn't hit the eye itself. Surprisingly young-looking, however, aside from that. He arrived roughly a year ago. Uhm. he managed, Hi. he waved lamely. Just got here, huh?
Thread: Avalon (Hat + Anna)

Unable to quite shove her entire make-up bag into the top of the hat, she leaned back and simply watched as the odd priest began to plunk more items inside. She unzipped the bag and ended up doing the same once he had passed it back over to her, dropping them in one at a time with an almost dramatically pregnant pause as though each one had the potential to fail THIS time while it had worked every other time before. Like a kid with a new toy, she seemed almost disappointed once she ran out of things to drop down inside of it, ending with her cell phone plunking down among the daggers and lipsticks from within. And all the while, he was explaining to her about the whole .. wishes thing. Could she wish for more wishes? Could she even decide what she wanted with that much pressure? Holy crap, she didn't have any idea. Look, pardon me if I admit that my little human brain is kinda not sure if I'm ready to deal with all this right now, she ended up saying with a slight sigh, biting her lower lip with concentration as she thought CELL PHONE! and plunged her hand too-far into the hat and felt the familiar shiny surface hit her palm. She hadn't looked so delighted all day as when she pulled it out of the hat. Grinning almost ear to ear, she wiggled it at Speaks to make sure he saw it. Apparently she couldn't be dour and put upon twenty-four seven, not when you could distract her with shiny magic tricks! Okay, so like, this is cool and all, but .. she figured it was well and good time to suss out whether or not she was actually going to go through with this. Magic hat? Wishes? It really was all too much. Tilting the hat upside down and shaking it a few times, she then peered inside again before upending it and putting it on top of her head. It actually fit surprisingly well, even if she felt silly putting it on. I'm not super sure -- She glanced down, feeling immediately even sillier for being in a top hat when the massive slab of man came ambling out into the temple. He looked like a man in uniform, which .. well, yeah, hello, but it was an altogether different sort of uniform. Let's be honest. Even with the whole Dungeons and Dragons look he had going on, he was pretty damn easy on the eyes, and Anna wasn't entirely ready to deal with that any more than she was anything else this morning without the benefit of alcohol or distracting magic tricks. She swept the hat off the top of her head almost too quickly, fiddling with it in front of her instead with a few quick spins that sent it spiraling between her palms by the brim. Still, nothing fell out. Er .. yep, fresh meat. She blinked, then looked at Speaks. Wait, hold up, so he's 'Chosen' too? You're from Earth? Or .. like, just say Earth, okay? Not ready for there to be even more shit I didn't know about right this second, actually, she decided with a deflating sense of overwhelming cosmic overbearingness at the idea that she might have had no actual clue just how big the universe really was. She had to ground herself and focus on the here and now. With stuff like .. sexy scars. For example.
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Arkansas. he said with a chuckle. Was working at a gas station, walked into the cooler, came out here. he said, Well, rather, in the bathing hall of the chapel of Raven, but... Same difference. he said, setting his helmet on the table. When are we leaving, Speaks? Shortly. he said, As soon as the young lady actually agrees to the quest. Ah. Freddy stretched, clinking and clanking a little. Nice to meet you in any case. he said, leaning back. Nice to know I'll be traveling with a semi-normal person now. What, Sister Alabaster too much for you? Speaks said, with a laugh as he loaded a small cart with supplies. She took a rather shine to you. A man's will is willing, but the body is weak. he said, a little pale, And she didn't seem to understand that after the fourth night in a row. he groaned. Speaks cackled, Well, it's one way to be introduced to their faith. he said, Blissed out in a hot spring. he finished loading the cart, parking it nearby. Anyway, Anna. Make your decision. Turn away the quest, and I'll just send you off into the human side of the encampment. Perhaps you can make a living as a bard, I'm sure at least one of them is looking for an apprentice. he said.
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Arkansas, huh? Anna couldn't help but feel I'm a little bit country .. begin to plink through her brainspace. Good ol' boy, strappin' country strong. She could get down with the cowboy thing, definitely. Granted, the brunette's way of making eyes at new men in her life tended to look quite a lot like a cautious glare while she sized them up, so it wasn't as though she was all visibly agog over the tall drink of water from Arkansas, but still, the thought of some strapping young lad, the only other guy in the whole wide crazy fucked up fantasyland who could understand her, questing together around campfires and shit .. Yeah, she could get on top of that. She perked up and tucked the hat back onto her head, feeling no less silly about it, but figuring she could be all smiley and make it the I'm A Cute Wacky Female Lead kind of silly. If Zooey Deschanel could pull that shit off, what the hell did she have that Anna didn't, right? Yeah, totally good to meet you, Arkansas, she agreed. Her backpack felt significantly lighter now with a bunch of her stuff in the hat, which was awesome, because the hat itself weighed nothing. But while she was lifting it up and feeling a bit perkier about the whole thing in general, Speaks and Country made small talk. The record scratch needle was probably only in her own head. Body is weak? Sister Alabaster? .. chapel of Raven? Holy shit Arkansas, don't live up to every stereotype in the world by fucking the first animal you see. Her what the fuck is wrong with you face, luckily, wasn't too far off from her checking you out face, so her side-eye wasn't quite as sudden and sullen as it might have otherwise seemed. The yes-train to yeehaw-ville had just crashed into what the hell is this station, and while she wasn't going to try and be all judgy in case she was leaping to conclusions, she put it back in her pants for the time being anyhow. Uh, yeah, I'm not super cool with the idea of plucking a lute and singing about dragons and shit, so I guess a-questing we will go and all that. She tried to stay on point, but she couldn't help her scumbag brain's morbid curiosity. .. so uh, what kind of people worship the Raven? Don't say sheep. Don't say sheep. Don't say sheep.