[Wow excuse the fuck out of her, walking through a magical mirror portal into a cage wasn't on her list of things to happen, and far away from the list of things she'd ever want to experience.
She considers using magic to just blast the door open, but that might come back on her in a weird way. The cage's openings are slightly too small for her bird form, and just a bit too high for her to jump from comfortably in a cat form. She sniffs in disdain and squints to find anyone wandering by.]
You there! Are you good at catching things?
[Normal thing to ask]
B. Pumpkin Pick-Up
[She frowns at the little pumpkin, sighing with a barely disguised exasperation. Tell someone about the scariest moment you’ve ever had, is written there, mockingly. She's tried to lie to just get the prize, and argued a bit too long as the booth owner called her bluff before she huffs away.
Morrigan hardly wants to even bother, but now it's the principle of the thing. She can't lose. So she grabs a random person by the arm or shoulder and frowns at them before deadpanning]
My scariest moment was my son running away into the clutches of my mother, for I didn't know if she would kill him or worse.
[She then looks at the pumpkin, turning it around in her hands before complaining:] How am I supposed to know if it worked? This blasted, useless thing...
C. Witch Hunt
[SO there you are with a witch hat, minding your business, doing whatever, when a crow flutters to land near-by. It might ignore you for a bit, but eventually seems to take interest in something--a shiny bauble on your person, some food, whatever.
It inches closer until it can hop up on your lap--or your shoulder, or another part of your body to either eat or examine things closer.
...And then it takes your hat and flies away, up to a tree branch where it transforms into a woman who sits on the branch and laughs as she plops the hat on her head]
Vincent was prepared to just leap up and investigate the cage in order to see if he could just carry her down, but if she has something else in mind, so be it. After encountering one cage, Vincent had set out to find others and see what he could do to free the new arrivals.
[She's going to aim to land on him regardless, because it'll still be a shorter leap form the cage to him than the cage to the ground.
She shifts in a swirl of light to the form of a black cat, squeezing beyond the bars and staring down at Vincent with a critical eye, eyeing the jump before she takes it.
Vincent can try to catch her like, the normal way, but she's going to try and land on him regardless]
[Well, this is a first for Vincent. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever encounter another shapeshifter. A single brow is raised, but he does keep true to his word; as gently as he can, he lets the cat leap into his arms so he can catch her.]
An endearing form.
[His voice is a fraction softer, showing he does mean it.
Kneeling down, Vincent relaxes his hold on the feline, letting her down if she so chooses.]
[Wow don't make it weird, Vincent!! The cat huffs a little before it jumps down, giving a biiiigg stretch before she transforms back]
I had considered the giant spider form, but I did not believe you'd appreciate it as much.
[She rests her hands on her hips and looks around, frowning. She has no idea where to go from here and this certainly isn't Skyhold, or the Fade, or the Crossroads so like
Hm, a different kind of appreciation. [Halloween Forever, Baby.] I've never met another individual capable of shifting to a new form and returning to their original.
[like please he hopes you didn't suffer a bunch of horrible experiments to be able to do that.]
You're in Aldrip. [Vincent says that with little follow up as Morrigan looks around in clear confusion.] Not the world you are from. Don't even bother asking how to get back; no one has that answer yet.
I am slightly above average at catching things! [ A man yells right back up at Morrigan -- he's a little on the shorter side, and not what one would see as quite bulky enough to catch a grown woman from such a height, something that he himself seems relatively aware of.
Claude is also aware that being trapped in a cage isn't exactly an appealing way to spend one's evening and is therefore game to at least attempt to help muffle her fall, if that is indeed her plan. He squints up at her, shielding his eyes from the low autumnal sun. ]
I could give it my best shot, but are you sure you wouldn't rather I find some other way to get you down from there? An unusually tall ladder, perhaps?
[She considers him a moment, raising one eyebrow as she leans over to get a better look at him]
Another way? [He doesn't look like he's got a key or an unusually tall ladder on his person, but Morrigan is game to be patient out of curiosity if nothing else.]
Do you have an unusually tall ladder and a lockpick on you, by chance? Invisible, perhaps?
I don't, but I'm sure a man as resourceful as I am could find one! They had to have used something to erect the cages in the first place, after all! [ He cocks one hip, tapping one foot impatiently as he glances around. He could go on the hunt for one, though he has a funny feeling that the locals would find that that would thoroughly ruin their fun. ]
Or, of course, I could send my darling wyvern up to fetch you, provided you're very nice to her.
Are you sure twas not magic? [She raises an eyebrow, amused.
And, despite herself, she can't help but look somewhat shocked, leaning in at thatwyvern? Truly? You've managed to tame such a beast? [huh...Intriguing. Well, color her interested]
Alright. You've managed to catch my interest now. I would like to see this wyvern of yours'.
If the locals here know magic, then I haven't seen it yet! But I could stand a surprise or two. It makes life all the more colourful.
[ He doesn't want another surprise or two. After the last few months, he'd like exactly zero surprises. But he's got an image to keep up, and if he wants to appear as the fancy-free fellow he likes to, some fibs must be told!
But he's got his answer. Zafeera - a large, ivory-white wyvern, with bright yellow eyes and an absolutely vicious set of jaws - isn't too far off, enjoying the clear day, and plenty close enough to hear him. He jams his fingers into his mouth and lets out an absolutely deafening whistle.
They have to wait a little longer than the flashy entrance Claude would generally prefer (Zafeera probably tarrying a little, grumbling at the interruption), but eventually the wyvern comes flapping overhead with a mighty, leathery flap of her wings. ]
Hold it right there, Zaffy! Let that nice lady up there get on you, there's a good girl!
[ For her part, Zafeera seems to understand well enough, wings beating to stay afloat by the cage's side. Usually, Claude doesn't let people ride her without him right there beside them... but in this case, he doesn't think there's much harm. It will be only a matter of seconds before they've landed again. ]
[ Despite the total tonal shift with the locals since the events of last month the atmosphere at the fair had been surprisingly adequate. Meaning, Richard along with the rest of the Chosen could mostly attend to festivities without having to worry about getting looks or heckles from the locals. Truly, what a luxury.
Anyway, Richard's "costume" for the event was pretty simple: a black cloak accompanied with several layers of veils and scarfs that would obscure his face and body. He's walking around the carnival, mostly minding his own business while also observing the activities of the other Chosen when he's suddenly addressed by unknown lady. Underneath the dark veil, Richard gives her a questioning look as she confesses her "greatest fear" to him.
He then raises his gloved hand and points at the booth near the pumpkins. ]
[Morrigan crosses her arms, looking irritated] We have quarreled enough. If I were to approach without knowing it worked, again, he might ban me from the game entirely.
And I would be forced to turn him into a toad. [This part is said slightly louder and clearly aimed toward the pumpkin booth guy, who noticeably twitches in rivaled irritation at her declaration.
Despite herself, Morrigan looks a bit smug about the reaction]
[Honestly, it's really a fortune that Richard has already spent several months in this world and had come to witness all sorts of magic tricks and whatsoever. So, the mention of the turning human into toad does not quite evoke as big of a reaction out form him as it would have prior arriving this world.
So now, he just huffs out an amused air of laughter, looking past her shoulder to see the man managing the booth.] Then I would say that the man had it coming.
[Richard is roughly the size of her partner, so even if he'd freaked out she wouldn't have been worried. She thinks she can take him.
She gives a short laugh, golden eyes watching him in amusement] An astute observation. [She gestures toward the booth manager vaguely] Are all those native to this land so...
[Morrigan makes a show of pausing, as though she were reaaally trying to think on a polite word to use] belligerent?
[Well. In Richard's opinion any man who behaves disrespectfully towards a woman and then gets his ass kicked, absolutely had it coming.
The flash of golden eyes does catch Richard's attention. It's a color that one does not see often, matching his own bad eye. A mark of a witch, indeed. While he has learned not to freak out at every small sign of witchcraft, he still can't help but feel a slight tug within his chest at the realization.]
Nay. There was a time when they greeted us with hospitality and smiles instead of hostility and grievances. Then there was a time when the whole world was under a spell called 'glitches,' which made them behave strangely, and sometimes even disappear.
[ Probably pretty low on the list of "weirdest things he's ever been asked," actually. Chalk it up to an annoying little birdie that loves asking him useless questions.
Thorns looks unphased by it, as he stops to regard the woman springing the question on him. Annoyingly so. ]
Sure.
[ You have precious little time to show him why it matters before he starts walking again. ]
Man of few words. Good. [Without further preamble, Morrigan shifts to her feline form, no bigger than a common housecat.
She slips through the bars easily and crouches, squinting down at Thorns before she leaps at him. It doesn't matter if he actually tries to catch her or not, she's aiming to at least land on him and use him as a way to the ground regardless.]
[Morrigan tilts her head, looking as smug as a cat can look-- perhaps not surprisingly, that's a lot. However, being held out at arms length like that is uncomfortable and she squirms to be let down]
I was aiming to land on top of you either way. I would have simply hit you and then jumped off to be on my way. And perhaps cursed you for the lie. [She says simply, like that's a normal thing to do. Just hex people.]
[ Really, he should be more shocked by the fact that the cat (the woman) is able to talk (in this form). Unfortunately, he isn't. A talking penguin does exist on Terra, too, after all.
Still, he does lean down to let her go, crouching down to be near eye level as they talk. ]
I see. A solid plan. I'm almost interested to know what would happen if you were to hex me, though. [ Good news! Thorns is not a normal man. ]
Ange has such a confused look on her face. Which is saying something, because the girl usually works so hard to keep a pokerface up on her face at all times - and yet the confusion is so obviously there. She looks kind of shellshocked, even though Morrigan is already much more busy with the pumpkin again. ]
Wait.
[ Hold on, Morrigan. We can't just move on to the pumpkin after that! Girl!! ]
[Morrigan blinks slowly and turns her head, eyeing Ange with curiosity, as if she doesn't understand the question]
I did. It isn't the worse nor the best of my secrets, but is the current biggest scare I faced. [She gives the pumpkin a little shake for emphasis, as if that should explain things]
Twas what I was asked to do, in order to win. Is it so strange a thing to fear? I thought losing one's child was a common one among mothers. Am I perhaps wrong?
[ There is so much she could say here that Ange's brain needs to take a moment to even settle on anything in particular. ]
No. [ ... ] I think?
[ Morrigan, does Ange look like a mother? Because she definitely looks very much like a teenager, and considering her own awkward experiences with moms, it's not like she knows much better than the other when it comes to this..
So rather than focusing on that too hard-- ]
It's more the fact you were willing to give up a secret at all. Is this pumpkin business really that important?
[Hey, she was around Ange's age when she became a mother so what does she know!! Ange could have a couple kids running around somewhere!!
They have the 'awkward experiences with moms' in common at least, though Morrigan shrugs carelessly at the question]
I haven't found yet. I suppose if the prize doesn't match what I had to give for it, I'll simply get my revenge, one way or another. Perhaps turn him into a toad, or a sheep to eat.
Besides...I don't think it's much of a secret. Not all fears have to be secret, otherwise you give it power of you, and someone else could use it against you. If I'm not bothered, it can't be used.
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[Wow excuse the fuck out of her, walking through a magical mirror portal into a cage wasn't on her list of things to happen, and far away from the list of things she'd ever want to experience.
She considers using magic to just blast the door open, but that might come back on her in a weird way. The cage's openings are slightly too small for her bird form, and just a bit too high for her to jump from comfortably in a cat form. She sniffs in disdain and squints to find anyone wandering by.]
You there! Are you good at catching things?
[Normal thing to ask]
B. Pumpkin Pick-Up
[She frowns at the little pumpkin, sighing with a barely disguised exasperation. Tell someone about the scariest moment you’ve ever had, is written there, mockingly. She's tried to lie to just get the prize, and argued a bit too long as the booth owner called her bluff before she huffs away.
Morrigan hardly wants to even bother, but now it's the principle of the thing. She can't lose. So she grabs a random person by the arm or shoulder and frowns at them before deadpanning]
My scariest moment was my son running away into the clutches of my mother, for I didn't know if she would kill him or worse.
[She then looks at the pumpkin, turning it around in her hands before complaining:] How am I supposed to know if it worked? This blasted, useless thing...
C. Witch Hunt
[SO there you are with a witch hat, minding your business, doing whatever, when a crow flutters to land near-by. It might ignore you for a bit, but eventually seems to take interest in something--a shiny bauble on your person, some food, whatever.
It inches closer until it can hop up on your lap--or your shoulder, or another part of your body to either eat or examine things closer.
...And then it takes your hat and flies away, up to a tree branch where it transforms into a woman who sits on the branch and laughs as she plops the hat on her head]
I believe that counts as a 'tag,' yes?
D. Wildcard!
[For everything else!!]
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Vincent was prepared to just leap up and investigate the cage in order to see if he could just carry her down, but if she has something else in mind, so be it. After encountering one cage, Vincent had set out to find others and see what he could do to free the new arrivals.
So he's curious to see what she plans to do.]
I am.
[catching TRAUMA haha gottem]
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[She's going to aim to land on him regardless, because it'll still be a shorter leap form the cage to him than the cage to the ground.
She shifts in a swirl of light to the form of a black cat, squeezing beyond the bars and staring down at Vincent with a critical eye, eyeing the jump before she takes it.
Vincent can try to catch her like, the normal way, but she's going to try and land on him regardless]
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An endearing form.
[His voice is a fraction softer, showing he does mean it.
Kneeling down, Vincent relaxes his hold on the feline, letting her down if she so chooses.]
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I had considered the giant spider form, but I did not believe you'd appreciate it as much.
[She rests her hands on her hips and looks around, frowning. She has no idea where to go from here and this certainly isn't Skyhold, or the Fade, or the Crossroads so like
what the fuck]
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Hm, a different kind of appreciation. [Halloween Forever, Baby.] I've never met another individual capable of shifting to a new form and returning to their original.
[like please he hopes you didn't suffer a bunch of horrible experiments to be able to do that.]
You're in Aldrip. [Vincent says that with little follow up as Morrigan looks around in clear confusion.] Not the world you are from. Don't even bother asking how to get back; no one has that answer yet.
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Claude is also aware that being trapped in a cage isn't exactly an appealing way to spend one's evening and is therefore game to at least attempt to help muffle her fall, if that is indeed her plan. He squints up at her, shielding his eyes from the low autumnal sun. ]
I could give it my best shot, but are you sure you wouldn't rather I find some other way to get you down from there? An unusually tall ladder, perhaps?
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Another way? [He doesn't look like he's got a key or an unusually tall ladder on his person, but Morrigan is game to be patient out of curiosity if nothing else.]
Do you have an unusually tall ladder and a lockpick on you, by chance? Invisible, perhaps?
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Or, of course, I could send my darling wyvern up to fetch you, provided you're very nice to her.
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And, despite herself, she can't help but look somewhat shocked, leaning in at thatwyvern? Truly? You've managed to tame such a beast? [huh...Intriguing. Well, color her interested]
Alright. You've managed to catch my interest now. I would like to see this wyvern of yours'.
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[ He doesn't want another surprise or two. After the last few months, he'd like exactly zero surprises. But he's got an image to keep up, and if he wants to appear as the fancy-free fellow he likes to, some fibs must be told!
But he's got his answer. Zafeera - a large, ivory-white wyvern, with bright yellow eyes and an absolutely vicious set of jaws - isn't too far off, enjoying the clear day, and plenty close enough to hear him. He jams his fingers into his mouth and lets out an absolutely deafening whistle.
They have to wait a little longer than the flashy entrance Claude would generally prefer (Zafeera probably tarrying a little, grumbling at the interruption), but eventually the wyvern comes flapping overhead with a mighty, leathery flap of her wings. ]
Hold it right there, Zaffy! Let that nice lady up there get on you, there's a good girl!
[ For her part, Zafeera seems to understand well enough, wings beating to stay afloat by the cage's side. Usually, Claude doesn't let people ride her without him right there beside them... but in this case, he doesn't think there's much harm. It will be only a matter of seconds before they've landed again. ]
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Anyway, Richard's "costume" for the event was pretty simple: a black cloak accompanied with several layers of veils and scarfs that would obscure his face and body. He's walking around the carnival, mostly minding his own business while also observing the activities of the other Chosen when he's suddenly addressed by unknown lady. Underneath the dark veil, Richard gives her a questioning look as she confesses her "greatest fear" to him.
He then raises his gloved hand and points at the booth near the pumpkins. ]
You ought to ask it from them, my lady.
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And I would be forced to turn him into a toad. [This part is said slightly louder and clearly aimed toward the pumpkin booth guy, who noticeably twitches in rivaled irritation at her declaration.
Despite herself, Morrigan looks a bit smug about the reaction]
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So now, he just huffs out an amused air of laughter, looking past her shoulder to see the man managing the booth.] Then I would say that the man had it coming.
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She gives a short laugh, golden eyes watching him in amusement] An astute observation. [She gestures toward the booth manager vaguely] Are all those native to this land so...
[Morrigan makes a show of pausing, as though she were reaaally trying to think on a polite word to use] belligerent?
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The flash of golden eyes does catch Richard's attention. It's a color that one does not see often, matching his own bad eye. A mark of a witch, indeed. While he has learned not to freak out at every small sign of witchcraft, he still can't help but feel a slight tug within his chest at the realization.]
Nay. There was a time when they greeted us with hospitality and smiles instead of hostility and grievances. Then there was a time when the whole world was under a spell called 'glitches,' which made them behave strangely, and sometimes even disappear.
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Thorns looks unphased by it, as he stops to regard the woman springing the question on him. Annoyingly so. ]
Sure.
[ You have precious little time to show him why it matters before he starts walking again. ]
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She slips through the bars easily and crouches, squinting down at Thorns before she leaps at him. It doesn't matter if he actually tries to catch her or not, she's aiming to at least land on him and use him as a way to the ground regardless.]
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... well. New things are to be expected from this world, but "seeing a woman turn into a cat before his eyes" wasn't exactly on his bingo card.
His instincts act even while his brain is lagging, though, and he does manage to catch the cat... woman. Catwoman? ]
Risky move. What if I had lied?
[ A question asked as he stretches out to hold her at arms length. Too awkward to hold her close with the same care he would an actual cat. ]
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I was aiming to land on top of you either way. I would have simply hit you and then jumped off to be on my way. And perhaps cursed you for the lie. [She says simply, like that's a normal thing to do. Just hex people.]
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Still, he does lean down to let her go, crouching down to be near eye level as they talk. ]
I see. A solid plan. I'm almost interested to know what would happen if you were to hex me, though. [ Good news! Thorns is not a normal man. ]
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Ange has such a confused look on her face. Which is saying something, because the girl usually works so hard to keep a pokerface up on her face at all times - and yet the confusion is so obviously there. She looks kind of shellshocked, even though Morrigan is already much more busy with the pumpkin again. ]
Wait.
[ Hold on, Morrigan. We can't just move on to the pumpkin after that! Girl!! ]
Did you just casually tell me that?
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I did. It isn't the worse nor the best of my secrets, but is the current biggest scare I faced. [She gives the pumpkin a little shake for emphasis, as if that should explain things]
Twas what I was asked to do, in order to win. Is it so strange a thing to fear? I thought losing one's child was a common one among mothers. Am I perhaps wrong?
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No. [ ... ] I think?
[ Morrigan, does Ange look like a mother? Because she definitely looks very much like a teenager, and considering her own awkward experiences with moms, it's not like she knows much better than the other when it comes to this..
So rather than focusing on that too hard-- ]
It's more the fact you were willing to give up a secret at all. Is this pumpkin business really that important?
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They have the 'awkward experiences with moms' in common at least, though Morrigan shrugs carelessly at the question]
I haven't found yet. I suppose if the prize doesn't match what I had to give for it, I'll simply get my revenge, one way or another. Perhaps turn him into a toad, or a sheep to eat.
Besides...I don't think it's much of a secret. Not all fears have to be secret, otherwise you give it power of you, and someone else could use it against you. If I'm not bothered, it can't be used.
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