The Exploits of Misfit Company

"Huh, I guess you don't care about that bag enough do you, Kasha?" Yvan questions, near threateningly. "Suppose I'll just throw it in the fireplace..."

Kasha flops to the floor, defeated. After a moment of what you think is cat whimpering, she slowly leads you to the first scene of the crime, where in a kitchen, staff workers try to calm a startled young woman. Broken dishes are all over the floor. For a moment, you thought you heard Katsha and Obsidian snickering.

Yvan shoots the two felines a disapproving look before approaching the woman as gently as a giant could. "Excuse me, miss. I was able to find the culprits who caused of this horrific event and have them apologize and help clean up this mess..." He gestures over to the duo. "Kasha get out of that form and apologize to this poor lady now, and Obsidian you're not getting out of here easily either. I'm going to be telling Stella of your terrible behavior too."

Obsidian keeps his head high and gives Yvan a "why should I care?" look, flicking his tail back and forth and giving his face a wash. He then trots over to the woman and starts rubbing along her ankles, purring loudly.

Kasha poufs back to her humanoid form, sitting cross legged, and pouts mightily. "Leave Obsidian out of this, it was MY fault, don't go telling Stella, ok? Please? I just wanted to have some fun and show him..I can be fun, too. Life isn't just..going to places and..watching you all kill people." she mumbles sadly, surprisingly uncharacteristically. After a moment, she sighs and looks at the woman, kinda. "I'm sorry."

Bix has lived many lives, and been many faces. But tonight, it was Drifts time to shine, and Princess Elysia to enjoy a summarized version of the greatest book known to material planners out there: The Driftisutra.

Drift Will Show Her The World~: 19.

Dex Save: 20(Dis:9).
(Disadvantage because come at me dice! Drift ain't scare!)

"He's an accomplice, Kasha, a spoiled one at that," He sighs, rubbing his temples in annoyance when he sees the cat begin to rub and purr at the workers ankles. However, hearing the sadness in the druids voice gets him to frown just a bit. He gives a look over to the workers before saying, "I do hope you can forgive her, and him." He gives a curt bow over to them pulls Kasha away into the hallway. 

He sets a gentle hand at her shoulder, his look of annoyance fading into one of worry. "Is that what this acting out is about, Kasha? You're feeling... like you have contributed much to the fights we've been in?"

"I haven't." she said. "I dunno. Maybe. I.." she began, then realizing the fun was over, said, "He's not..spoiled..all the time.." 

"Kasha," Yvan's voice gets serious, his gaze on her unwavering. "We're not talking about Obsidian anymore, we're talking about you. You can talk to me. I promise I won't get mad at you."

Obsidian sees Yvan pull Kasha out into the hall and stop trying to get pets from the worker, trotting out after them and sitting on the floor next to Kasha, tail flicking around her ankle.

"I know I can." she said timidly. She sat cross legged on the floor, picking up Obsidian and petting him in her lap. "Sometimes I feel like i'm not part of the team, like, I just wanna play and joke and cause trouble and..be more like my mom. Free, and wild. My dad was usually annoyed with me because I was always in some kind of trouble. He loved me, I know he did, but I added plenty of challenges in his life - especially because..mom wasn't around much. So, I ran away. Life was so much fun. I got by with fooling people, tricking people, stealing..even in school no one really cared for me. I guess..I am a misfit."

And after that, she said no more.

Obsidian curls up in Kasha's lap and gives her hand a couple licks with his rough tongue, purring gently.

When Kasha made herself comfortable on the floor, the goliath followed suit, finding it awkward to just have been looming over her the whole time she spoke. His lips thin into a frown when she speaks about how she felt, about her family, she not really having opened up to him like this before. A moment after she finishes, Yvan finally speaks. "Of course you're a misfit, Kasha... You're more of a misfit than any of us..." He pauses a moment, thinking about what to say next, then continues. "Everyone has their place in our puzzle of a group. Your place is bringing us joy and laughter, lighting up any kind of grim situation with your silly acts and funny jokes. Your optimistic attitude... It's infectious. It's hard to be sad when you're around. Without you? It would be very dull... Our puzzle wouldn't be complete, just like how it was when Rinn left..."

He cracks a smile at a memory. "Do you remember the first time I really joined the group...? It wasn't easy to get me to loosen up, to smile, to... talk, but you kept... gravitating towards me. You made it a mission to get me to laugh, to really laugh... I don't know why you wasted your time with me... but I'm glad you did because you ended up becoming one of my best friends. When you're sad, I'm sad, and I would do anything to get you to smile again." As he speaks, there had been a question looming over his head, biting at him to simply ask her, so he did. "... Have you thought about leaving, Kasha?"

"No." She admitted. "This is really the only place I feel like I belong." Then Yvan did give her a reason to smile, like he always did. Except when he threatened to eat her. "Of course I kept gravitating towards you, you're like, so LARGE! You're like a huge planet and i'm the moon!" she teased. "But that means there's just more of you to hug." She wrapped her arms around him while sitting and gave him a big hug. "MggMHgm!" she groaned as she tried to squeeze him as hard as she could.

Kasha let go and leaned into Obsidian. With her thumb and finger, tugged on the tip of his ear as if she could open it more to whisper: "Whew. That was close. I thought he was going to eat us. I would have felt bad if he did that. You know what they say. Cats gotta stick together on da street!" she gave him a huge exaggerated wink and then kept petting him. 

Obsidian flicks his tail, bobbing his head in what almost looks like a nod and closing one eye for a moment before going back to purring.

Congrats on being a dad. The consequences of this will show up in a few weeks.

Everyone: You all fill up on food and drink, Stella and Rinn return to the table before Furlong can get too suspicious, and Drift makes himself scarce before he gets caught in bed with the princess and faces the more immediate consequences for fornicating. You're able to rest up before heading out tomorrow on your winged horses. The horses know the way to the Eternal Tempest and with the king lowering the magical defenses for the area, you're able to gain entry. You see that the area has earned its name well, as the clouds are dark, the wind is blowing at a high speed, and lightning shoots through the air as mephits and lightning elementals fly around. 

"There you are." Stella said, looking at Obsidian. "And just where have YOU been, I wonder?" she asked playfully.

Obsidian sat down on his rump and started to lick his paw and cleaning his face, pretending he didn't hear her.

"I know you heard me, mister." she said. "I'm going to be slightly annoyed with you, if you, too, were responsible for those..noises I hear earlier - you know, when you and Kasha ran off? I'm not sure she's the best..influence..on you, if you know what I mean."

Obsidian stopped cleaning his face and batted his tail, giving her, if a cat could, a perfect cool look that said: Oh, really? And care to explain what you and Rinn were doing? Hm?"

Stella gasped, or choked, and was about to retort with something, when Obsidian trotted off, his head held high.

"Looks like we're going to be in for a rough one this time around! See if you find some particularly juices close to motes of earth, Dudes!" Drift calls out over the wind. After which, he started to reach for pocket, but between the winds and his own tenuous grip on the horse, the 'genasi' gives up on his plan. Then, a thought occurs to him.

His eyes close for a moment, then opens as motes of white light. As the light lingers, wind, dust, and electricity gathers meters ahead into the vague likeliness of the princess; only oddly younger, and with a vague impression of a third eye in her forehead. "There! This aughta.... aughta.... wha...?" Drift says, blinking the last of the light from his eyes. ".... Eh. Can't like, say I expected that form. But, whatever floats your boat, Lil Heaven." 

'She' salutes, and sweeps around to help in scouting decently sized lightning elementals to help in their work.

Psionic Die(for Psychic Sorcerery)(DC 4): 7 on a 4th level Spell(below, requiring no components).

Action: Attempt to use Mizzium Apparatus to cast a (4th level spell)[Tooltip Not Found].... Arcana(DC 18):18...and succeeds!

(Image for the Curious:)

 Psionic Details:

Alys would be looking a little rough this morning and spacey, but nothing the others would notice anyway. The wizard didn’t even bother reviewing her spell book this morning. She’d just hang out in the back packing her pipe and making smoke clouds of her own. Nothing fancy like B’s cloud sculpture. Just some simple O’s. She was starting to miss dirt. 

Portents if DM wants: 3 | 4 

Rinn blushes.