Eric could clearly see that something or someone was in there, looking back at him with a terrifying glare. The face in the hole seemed to have a cylindrical head covered in thorns, with cross-patterned eyes, staring back with a loosely stitched, unhinged jaw of dagger-sharp teeth!
"Brrr~~"
The creature would coo as it stared at Eric intently.
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The little creature would babble incoherently as it popped out of the hole in the wall, Its full appearance was now revealed, it is covered head to toe in thorns, looking almost like a thorn blight. Its eyes turned directly to Eric as it ran over to him, nibbling his heel. It of course stung a bit due to those teeth, but still didn't really cause any problems.
"Goo! Goo! Dolls!"
The little thing growled, trying to cause some form of damage.
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Leo’s eyes widen. “That… that thing’s a stand!”
He turns around, glaring at the shopkeep. ”We were under the impression that you worked for DIO. We happen to be running an important job for him at the moment. Call your stand back before any nasty shit starts happening - unless you want to kindle both his wrath and mine.”
The orc would be slightly nervous but would remain still with a straight face by the tiefling's declaration. She mustered up a fair bit of anger as she glared him hard and deep in the eyes.
"That gremlin belongs to my manager. Go talk to her about it."
She snarled at him, forcefully ripping off the door that separated them from the backrooms of the fairly expansive store as she began to ring up some of the men's supplies and tools.
Seeing as the small thing isn't doing any damage to him, he sighs and says looking at Leo, "Unless this Stand has a stupid amount of range, let's just pay for our produce and get out of here."He then looks at the backrooms and says, "Going in there just to talk to the manager sounds like more trouble than it's worth. If things get bad, I'll just have Ex Machina keep the thing away from me while we shop."
It continued to nibble and chew, finally delivering one, painful bite with those teeth. It ended its a small display of anger with two claw swipes, hissing. The little thing then ran into a corner whimpering a bit. A small amount of blood trickled down his heel. Some small button presses could be heard from the desk, as a fairly stylish human woman entered through the door.
"What is happening up here?"
She barked a bit, glaring at Eric, trying not to notice the small, purple creature in the corner. It, no doubt, belonged to her.
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(Did we finish our buying of stuff? Maybe in the future, unless getting something particularly special or we happen to get attacked, shopping gets hand waved to save time?)
Leo chuckles a bit as he breaks the staring contest with the angry Orc. “We’ll, if it’s not yours, I really don’t have a reason to be pissed, do I?”
He turns to the owner and to Eric. “Seems your stand was trying to scratch up my colleague, here. Hey Eric, have [ Ex Machina ] give it a smack or two.”
"Ewo!" Eric says when the small stand finally bites and shakes his leg to get it off.
Eric sighs and mumbles, "There goes my spending money." and pays the gold for buy the goods. He shakes his slightly bloodied heel a bit. He really didn't like getting into spats when they could be avoided.
"I'm sure we'll come across some more later. For now, we've got a plane to catch. Let's head out."
Storing his newly-bought ammo, Leo gives a casual wave to the owner and clerk of the store before the group heads out. They head toward the airport, ready to catch a plane.
The airport was a mere ten miles away from town, filled to the brim with creatures of all kinds, probably seeing family members, no doubt. The two were led through the metal detector, eventually directly in front of the clerk of the airport. He was an older gentleman, dressed in an old, pale uniform as he rang the bell on the desk.
"Where are you headed?"
He asked, nodding a small bit while getting some things organized behind the desk. The man's voice was raspy and cheerful, with a slight country accent. Definitely from the west, it seemed.
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The older gentleman would nod as he hands the three their plane tickets for Astolfia.
"Now, move along. It's busy in this god damned place today."
According to some signs along the walls and on the ceiling, it showed that the flight was in the back of the airport. Around a few minutes' walk if you were fast enough. Throughout the area, there were commoners of every race and gender, all wearing outfits from the bland to the unusual. The sheer amount of people awaiting their flights blocked the passageway to enter the plane on time.
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The orc would catch him looking inside of the hole, her eyes widening as she barked at him.
"Hey! Don't look in there!"
(@ZulkRS - Make me a Perception check.)
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Perception: 17
Eric could clearly see that something or someone was in there, looking back at him with a terrifying glare. The face in the hole seemed to have a cylindrical head covered in thorns, with cross-patterned eyes, staring back with a loosely stitched, unhinged jaw of dagger-sharp teeth!
"Brrr~~"
The creature would coo as it stared at Eric intently.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
“Oi. We’ve barely started heading to the airport. I’d rather not get into a thing this early.” Leo remarks, watching Eric. “Leave the hole alone.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Eric says, "Alright alright." He steps away from the hole and brings his things over to the counter for checkout.
The little creature would babble incoherently as it popped out of the hole in the wall, Its full appearance was now revealed, it is covered head to toe in thorns, looking almost like a thorn blight. Its eyes turned directly to Eric as it ran over to him, nibbling his heel. It of course stung a bit due to those teeth, but still didn't really cause any problems.
"Goo! Goo! Dolls!"
The little thing growled, trying to cause some form of damage.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Leo’s eyes widen. “That… that thing’s a stand!”
He turns around, glaring at the shopkeep. ”We were under the impression that you worked for DIO. We happen to be running an important job for him at the moment. Call your stand back before any nasty shit starts happening - unless you want to kindle both his wrath and mine.”
Intimidation: 23
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The orc would be slightly nervous but would remain still with a straight face by the tiefling's declaration. She mustered up a fair bit of anger as she glared him hard and deep in the eyes.
"That gremlin belongs to my manager. Go talk to her about it."
She snarled at him, forcefully ripping off the door that separated them from the backrooms of the fairly expansive store as she began to ring up some of the men's supplies and tools.
(Bullets: -7 gold for both.)
(Clothing: -2 gold)
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Seeing as the small thing isn't doing any damage to him, he sighs and says looking at Leo, "Unless this Stand has a stupid amount of range, let's just pay for our produce and get out of here." He then looks at the backrooms and says, "Going in there just to talk to the manager sounds like more trouble than it's worth. If things get bad, I'll just have Ex Machina keep the thing away from me while we shop."
It continued to nibble and chew, finally delivering one, painful bite with those teeth. It ended its a small display of anger with two claw swipes, hissing. The little thing then ran into a corner whimpering a bit. A small amount of blood trickled down his heel. Some small button presses could be heard from the desk, as a fairly stylish human woman entered through the door.
"What is happening up here?"
She barked a bit, glaring at Eric, trying not to notice the small, purple creature in the corner. It, no doubt, belonged to her.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
(Did we finish our buying of stuff? Maybe in the future, unless getting something particularly special or we happen to get attacked, shopping gets hand waved to save time?)
Leo chuckles a bit as he breaks the staring contest with the angry Orc. “We’ll, if it’s not yours, I really don’t have a reason to be pissed, do I?”
He turns to the owner and to Eric. “Seems your stand was trying to scratch up my colleague, here. Hey Eric, have [ Ex Machina ] give it a smack or two.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
(Ah, items were purchased, yes. See above.)
"Damn right, twerp."
The orc chuckles as she points to the extravagant woman, her lipstick and headband probably being the first thing the two of them noticed.
"Fine, you got me. I apologize if my 'Goo Goo Dolls' roughened you up a bit."
The human would nod, her small stand quickly scuttling up her shoulder as hit continued babbling incoherently at the two.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
"Ewo!" Eric says when the small stand finally bites and shakes his leg to get it off.
Eric sighs and mumbles, "There goes my spending money." and pays the gold for buy the goods. He shakes his slightly bloodied heel a bit. He really didn't like getting into spats when they could be avoided.
"I'm sure we'll come across some more later. For now, we've got a plane to catch. Let's head out."
Storing his newly-bought ammo, Leo gives a casual wave to the owner and clerk of the store before the group heads out. They head toward the airport, ready to catch a plane.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The airport was a mere ten miles away from town, filled to the brim with creatures of all kinds, probably seeing family members, no doubt. The two were led through the metal detector, eventually directly in front of the clerk of the airport. He was an older gentleman, dressed in an old, pale uniform as he rang the bell on the desk.
"Where are you headed?"
He asked, nodding a small bit while getting some things organized behind the desk. The man's voice was raspy and cheerful, with a slight country accent. Definitely from the west, it seemed.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
“Astolfia.” Leo replies.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"I see, well, we have a flight getting ready to take off. If you get there quick enough, then you can make it."
He nods, printing out two tickets and handing them to the men.
"Passports?"
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DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Leo fishes his out of his pocket. “Here.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Eric gets his passport out of his backpack and shows it. "What a coincidence that I happened to bring my passport with me today."
"You men are set to go.¨
The older gentleman would nod as he hands the three their plane tickets for Astolfia.
"Now, move along. It's busy in this god damned place today."
According to some signs along the walls and on the ceiling, it showed that the flight was in the back of the airport. Around a few minutes' walk if you were fast enough. Throughout the area, there were commoners of every race and gender, all wearing outfits from the bland to the unusual. The sheer amount of people awaiting their flights blocked the passageway to enter the plane on time.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.