Sleep had been so nice atop the oversized marshmallow, waking up more of a nuisance as Shade stirred. Groggily she could make out what sounded like Magna’s voice, though in her stupor couldn’t quite understand what’d happened.
’Well it doesn’t sound frantic so…prolly not an attack,’ she decided with a yawn, briefly considering rolling over. However if she did then more than likely she’d receive the cold nose treatment…shivering at the idea the girl gave a stretch to further wake up.
Armed with a nice glass of half-tea-half-milk she sleepily slurped at the liquid, enjoying the combined taste as tea had never quite been her cup without a little doctoring. She briefly considered asking for some honey as well to further sweeten the brew, going so far as to stare at the white cat looped over her arm in a silent discussion, Macha pinned to her body and acting like an immobile toy for the moment. The delicious smells of the stew perked her up though as she wondered what delights he’d treat them to this morning.
Unfortunately the smell attracted vermin, the short mage frowning at the intruders over the rim of her mug.
’So these guys have the little rat people working for them?’ It surprised the girl to see a few of the short, weird bipedal rats standing alongside the humans, the mousey things chittering in their broken humanoid language. Disgruntled, Shade belatedly realized she’d likely missed some of the group the day before, knowing she’d pulled a fair few of them to her as the orbs she usually fed the denizens with when not molding them into new, odd creatures. That meant those who’d escaped reported back to these guys, possibly in order to receive “shinies” or something in return.
If her mug had been empty she likely would’ve lobbed it at the knife wielding bandit, affixing him with a glare: like hell she’d become soup! This early in the morning she couldn’t help taking things a bit literally, not realizing the man might not be much different from the Vulcans the day before.
Jack shielded Jill from the bandit’s view, though both felt a bit of fear at the sight of the group currently blocking their exit from the cave. Spirits rose as three of the brigands fell after a swift attack from the capable chef, the intimidating form from the night before causing a few second thoughts in those still standing. Except the boss found this more amusing before pushing a button and forcing another avalanche upon the group, the rumbling sound unpleasant as they knew they’d be locked up for the day.
Briefly Shade considered summoning Zero and letting his odd oily ability keep the bandits locked in place, letting the avalanche either sweep them away if not completely take them out. It’d allow her to easily collect their complete essence, the girl annoyed enough that she delighted in the idea of feeding them to the denizens…but something about the way she saw Magna’s eyes flash held her back.
’Well…he is more experienced, I suppose I’ll just wait to lift a hand if necessary.’ She’d rather not get in his way after all, unaware that he didn’t plan to let the leader or avalanche have their way with the group’s morning.
Behind the bandits however a black wall of brambles rose up, the vines swiftly curling about and looping through one another, ensuring that none of the group would slip away, not even a rat.
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