(11-24-2014, 04:44 PM)Natalie Mcbeef Wrote: Evangeline stands, quivering in anger as Crofte heads back to the city gate. She looks around, before finally spotting a wooden bucket, used by the denizens of the camp to void their bowels.
She grabs it by the handle, swinging it around several times before launching the sloshing mess at Crofte's back.
She turns, and walks away, face dark. She attempts to grab Norrington's scales and direct him back towards the camp as she leaves.
"Tyrannical... cold hearted.... cunt." She mutters angrily.
(11-24-2014, 06:43 PM)Coatleque Wrote: The bucket clattered to the ground a moment later, now free of its contents. Â It rolled a few feet down the slope from the gate before a small stone turned it sideways from its course. Â Coatleque had stopped, her hands raised shoulder length to either side with her back arched. Â Her head was scrunched down as if to duck something, her eyes closed and mouth hung open in utter disbelief. Â One of the Blades at the gate snickered at first till the look of fear by the second quieted him.
The bird below her was seemingly unphased by any of this still and it merely cocked its head from side to side, changing its view as needed. Â She finally let out an incredulous gasp with a few blinks of her eyes.
"You... bitch..."
She could have turned back. Â Perhaps she should have. Â Everything in her being cried out for it. Â On the other hand she was afraid to move as something started to seep between the scales on her back. Â She kept her eyes straight ahead and she saw the look of the one Blade trying as best he could not to laugh. Â It may have been his presence alone that stayed her hand.
Remembering who she was and that all eyes were now on her whether she wanted them or not, she took up the reins again. Â "Twleve forfend this woman from my hand... this is not over.", she sneered before spurring the bird on once more back into the city.
Koporo could not believe what he had just seen. Originally, he was out and about trying to get the jump on the local Cactuars, hoping for a chance to end the day with a warm bowl of Cactus Soup, but those plans had just been reprioritized by the sight of a bucket, containing Thal-knows-what, launched at none other than his mentor and dear friend, Coatleque Crofte.Â
He stared for a few moments at her, barely keeping her composure midst the mocking laughter of Brass Blades, unsightly and thoroughly humiliated. If one were to peer into his little mind, they would've seen the gears inside grind to a sudden and violent halt, spraying sparks that set the grease ablaze. His gaze then turned to Evangeline, or who he assumed was Evangeline; it was difficult to make out shapes with his sight having gone blood-red with fury. This...This was not about to go unpunished. Whether it was written law that forbade it or common decency, this act against Crofte could not, would not be tolerated.Â
He dug his heels into the dirt and spurred himself forward, straight pass Evangeline as she turned around, mumbling obscenities to herself, and into the camp. He darted from tent to tent, earning the curious gaze of multiple onlookers following him with their eyes as he sped about, a man on a mission. Finally, he found what he needed in the nearby water: a live Orobon, waddling about on its fins, stalks aroused by what it deemed to be a tiny man charging towards it with all piss and vinegar. The poor thing had no idea what was about to happen.
Koporo grabbed the fish by the tail, tore it from the waters it called home, and spun it round and round in the air as Evangeline entered his crosshairs in the distance. Finally, with one powerful swing of the arm, he launched the Orobon in her direction, the fish's mouth agape with shock.