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>>175896Neela:
"Yeah, sure, let's go with that."
She smiles, and turns her own body to show off
Ignore the role[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18] >>175897Hmmmmmmm...Kira tilts her head for the first bit of Neela's twirling, but seems to understand a bit of what she's going for as well and tries her best to help her. You know, even if Kira has no experience with this sort of thing.
"Also she's really pretty!"
>>175898"Indeed" He nods his head
"So, Ms... Pheeta, you said? You met at Customs."
She tilts her head down, and smiles, again offering a hoof
"Yes, I... wasn't treated well by Customs or the police... I don't want to go into it. But this Nagini here did help me."
"Customs? Where are you from?"
"I'm from Lushi."
"The Griffin Kingdom? Over in the middle of Griffonia? I would have thought you were from Hindia, with your spots and all."
"No, I am Sangee. We are nomadic, but we are from Griffonia."
"Sangee? I heard they were thieves."
scrunchy"That's what ponies say, yes. But these are lies that come from the Griffins. We are the same as any other creatures. We are just looking to live and love, same as anyone else. Like the Nagini, we are not so threatening when you come up close."
She smiles
>>175899Kira nods fervently in agreement. "She's been wonderful to me, and I've been with her all day and she's been on as good behavior as any pony would be expected to!"
Of course, Kira neglects to mention that in some cases it was
her who helped to keep Neela from performing any undesirable or unsociable actions. After all, what are friends for if not for keeping each other on track and helping each other out with making friends or more-than-friends with other people?
>>175900"Mhmmm" Neela nods
"She only
looks like a monster."
Smiling again
"You're certainly welcome for tea, if you wish"
>>175901Kira tilts her head, and moves over to whisper in Neela's ear.
"...Did we actually get tea at the store?" >>175903"Oh." She smiles at Bright Dye. "I was wrong, we do have tea! Would you like to come in and have some?"
>>175904"Oh, that's very nice, but... My wife will wonder where I am..."
Neela scrunches, then says
"You can tell your wife that you met a Nagini, profited off the encounter, and got your hoof in the door for what may be more sales in the future." She smiles, though a bit more malignly
"How often have you met a monster that could eat you whole?
How often have you had tea with one? Come on in." She places her hoof over his. "
I don't bite."
"I suppose... Okay, a few minutes." He answers, looking at her
>>175905Wow, it almost seems as if Neela is referencing
herself. In the far future this might be called "rizz", but that word thankfully doesn't exist yet so Kira is just intrigued by her power over words. She claps her hooves together excitedly and leads the way into their humble abode for the deer and the stallion.
>>175906Kira slithers up the stairs and into the home. A flip of the switch turns on the electric lighting, making the interior of the room bright. With the couch and the radio, it's not so barren, though still sparse in decorations. Kira can feel the warmth of the heating, and the wooden floor feels better on her scales than the often rough concrete. As her tail is almost in the room, Kira can hear a hop, the tapping of small, split hooves on the floor, feel a hoof graze her tail, hear a swoosh of a wagging, fluffy tail, and then another hop as Neela jumps over Kira's body. Bright Dye follows cautiously after her.
"Oh, so you just moved in. This is a nice place, and a nice area of the city."
Neela walks up to Kira's ear and whispers into it
"Wait. Did you get a kettle? Or cups?"
Changing her tone of voice to something inviting, Neela turns back and says to Bright Dye
"Come on in and sit down"
>>175908Oh noes. Kira has to check, because a part of her thinks she might have forgotten to do shopping for all of the cooking supplies they need.
>>175909Kira may go into the kitchen and check. Slithering into the kitchen is a just a little awkward with her new weight, and she may again keep part of herself in the living room, or coil in to pull her entire body into the kitchen.
Roll LuckNeela moves over to speak to Bright Dye
“You’ve got quite the lot, being so close to the city.”
>>175910Praying to Ouroboros for this one
[1d20 = 9] >>175912Unfortunate...but do they have a pot or pan that can be used to boil water?
>>175913Another die roll, or check with Neela to see if she took one
>>175914Ouroboros, please don't fail me now
[1d20 = 10] >>175915Ouroboros has failed Kira...
It appears that none were left behind in the house, and the purchase of cooking equipment was neglected.
>>175916hisses internallyWell, what do they have in the apartment?
>>175917They have tea, sugar, and a stove. But no kitchenware.
rots silence
"This was more excited than those uneventful ceremonies back in Magehold, wouldn't you agree, Gloomy?"
"Yes, momma.."
>>175918Well that's a pickle, but nothing to panic about.
Survival: Using her memory of the trip around the city combined with her survival and tracking skills, Kira attempts to recall her trip with Neela around the city and if she saw a store along the way that sells cutlery, cookware, and kitchenware. The closer the better, though regardless of what she recalls, it's likely that this will only be a future solution and not a solution to her current predicament.
[1d20+10 = (7+10) = 17] >>175919The white stream of plasma coalesces around the wings of the bronze Peacock Angel, emitting a dim light scarcely more luminescent than the candles. It flows down towards the scratched wooden floor, appearing fluid, and doubtless similar to the "saint elmo's fire" sailors tell clings to, or ejects from the ship's masts on certain nights. Silently, and like a stream of water descending a gentle slope, the plasma crawls along the floor towards the covered stretcher, which lies below and in front of the statue of the Peacock Angel. To either side of the stretcher, Di Bin Milyaketan to the left, and his assistant to the right, lie prostrate on the ground beneath and before the Peacock Angel. Their white robes cover their bodies so fully that they almost look like the covered body on the stretcher, with only their paws and muzzles extended before them and their tails behind. Their constant chanting of prayers in a language unknown to Posey is the only sound in the night, save the eternal city sounds of distant sirens, factory steam, and automobiles that make it through the thin walls of the old church.
The plasma comes onto the stretcher and seeps through the linen cloth to the concealed body underneath. Though the plasma does not consume the linen, it's dim luminesce does reveal ecru hues in the otherwise white cloth.
And all of a sudden, the pointed triangular imprint of a face in the linen jolts as if with electricity. It stretches down as a jaw beneath it opens, and there is a strained sound of an attempt to howl through a broken throat. There is no gurgle though - the voice is dry. Milyaketan and his assistant likewise jolt up, not able to keep their composure with this new development. They each look over with eager eyes, seeming mildly frightened by the unfamiliar situation. The corpse of Agire starts to sit up, almost taking the linen off in the process.
>>175920She believes she has, one street closer than the furniture store. However, there was a more general market for dry goods only a couple streets over from here that may work.
>>175761"There are some,
gaps in the schedule that could be filled." She tilts her head, and leans against the bar-counter to her right.
"What are you looking for?"
>>175921Knowing how loaded down with goat she is, does Kira know how long it would take to get there and back?
>>175922Amber does her characteristic glance off to the side.
"Well, erm, I can do whatever I'm best suited for. I don't really know how to cook this cuisine, but I can always start, and I think I know how to work as a waitress. I think you're a better judge than I am…." >>175923Probably at least 20 minutes, not counting the actual buying. Maybe Neela could be faster, but not by a massive margin
>>175924“Well, the stallions seem to like you. You’d do well as a waitress, if you can handle the pressure, at least, and stay organized. Cook, hard to say.”
>>175925So definitely still a solution for tomorrow. No bother, Kira has other ideas. She comes out to the living room, waving at Neela and Dye.
"I'll be back in a moment, just need to check on something outside."
>>175921Posey starts scribbling in her notebook dutifully, but closes it as her excitement gets the better of her, she looks positively giddy, like a college girl who's discovered something pivotal to her major.
Gloomy seems quite curious as well, but Posey's magic restrains the little colt a good 10 feet away from the undead gnoll.
"Welcome back, Mr. Agire." Posey says, levitating a number of miscellaneous spell components and implements, one of which appears that bear a resemblance to the kind a medical examiner would use to test a resuscitated coma patient
"It appears that your motor controls are functional... Did your mind make it back to us?" Posey says, her voice dripping with anticipation
>>175926She speaks,
"The busiest days are those where we most need waitresses. But they are also the days we most need a hostess... If one of the waiters or waitresses quits, or is fired, there will certainly be an opening. Until then... Thursdays, it would help to have another waiter. Same with on weekends, Saturday and Sunday both. Including in the day time."
>>175927Neela has sat down on the couch along with Bright Dye, looking at him and nodding as he speaks about his life
Bright Dye looks over to Kira
"Uh, okay." He says
Neela says, without looking over
"We'll be here."
But then she turns her head, and angrily mouths the words to Kira "Get it!"
>>175928The linen falls partly down, revealing the face and back of the kaftar gnoll. Death has not been kind to him. His skin is in poor condition. His eyes, though they exist, are glassed over. He moves his mouth, as if to speak. But he says nothing, and makes no sound. Nor does he move with the erratic, frightened movements one might expect of the living come back from death.
>>175929Kira does not need to be told twice. She quickly slithers out the door. First off...
Hide: Using the cover of darkness, Kira does her best to hide her snake half in the shadows, as to not disturb anypony she comes across.
[1d20+13 = (7+13) = 20] >>175930swoopJust slither outside of the streetlights. And when you do, try to look like the concrete pavement, colored yellow by the lights.
>>175931Hopefully Kira can do that. Thankfully the goat in her stomach isn't interfering with the silhouette of her pony half, otherwise this would be much harder to pull off.
Kira goes to her next door neighbor's door, and knocks at it.
>>175929Amber ponders on this for a moment. True, she needs the money. But she also is overworked as-is and needs time to practice music, to explore the city and to spend time with Mustard. Can she really give that up right now?
"I could help you on Thursdays, but I don't think the weekends will be possible right now. Would that work at all?" >>175933“Yes?” A voice answers
An elderly earth pony mare with curled grey-blue mane and a pink hued coat opens the door after the passage of a few seconds.
“Why hello there young filly. I haven’t seen you before.”
>>175934She nods slowly.
“Yeah, I think so. You wish to be scheduled as a waitress?”
>>175935Before Amber finalizes anything, she thinks about what she needs to do on Thursdays. She works at the clothing shop, right?
>>175935Kira smiles brightly, and waves. She keeps her snake half out of sight, just past the edge of the door, and her pony half lowered such that she looks like just a normal pony.
"Hello ma'am! I'm your new neighbor, Kira. We just moved in today. I'm embarrassed to ask this, but we invited someone in for tea and only just now realized we forgot to buy a kettle and cups to make and serve tea with. I was hoping we might borrow yours while we have our visitor. We'll return it right after they've left, promise!"
>>175936So far as she understands, yes
Unless… do you want that to be only a few days a week?>>175937“Oh, uh, where did you move in?”
She inspects Kira’s eyes, and then her back.
>>175938I'm fine with the clothing shop work being on every weekday. We don't have to go through the whole day every time.
If the waitress position is in the evening after that job, she will accept.
>>175938Red bat pony eyes, but no wings. Odd...did something happen to them? Poor thing...
"Oh, just the empty lot next door. Well, it used to be empty, but now it's ours. It's a really nice location, I'm in love with it already!"
>>175940The mare narrows her eyes at the alleged pony
“You’re not one of them bats,
are you?”
She leans her head forward and closes her lips.
>>175939Okay, that will work
>>175941Amber is satisfied but a little worried about how she'll do as a waitress, on top of greater worries regarding how Mustard is feeling.
"Do you need me for anythin' else right now?" Amber asks of Salt Mixer, hoping to get home.
>>175941Kira, looking aghast, holds up a hoof to wave off the accusation.
"What? Oh, no no, I'm not a bat, ma'am, just a normal, regular pony."
>>175942“Hmmmm….” She walks over, and uses her hoof to look at a paper sheet.
“No. Nothing more.” She answers
>>175943If Kira’s fangs are only mostly retracted, she may want to make sure they are fully retracted.
“Hmmm” she squints at Kira, and moves in closer. Then,
“Welcome to the Neighborhood, Killa!” She closes her eyes, and waves.
“Let me get that tea set for you.” She slowly moves away from the door and back in
>>175929Posey frowns down at the unresponsive corpse.
Posey hypothesizes that it may be malformed, either due to poor condition of the body, or lack of nutrients.
"I suspected something like this would happen... I had initially intended to let him feed on the sacrifice, but those rancid mushrooms got in the way."
She has an idea
"Clear." She says, ushering the Gnolls to stand back
Assuming they comply, Posey uses her Negative Energy Burst ability, her whole body pulsing with a dark power in an attempt to spur the Agire into full unlife.
[7d4 = 18] (the amount of damage it heals undead)
>>175944"Thank you so much!" She waves back, and waits patiently for the nice (if only slightly racist) mare to get the tea set.
>>175945Agire hisses, and his jaw opens again, but looking into his mouth, the flesh has in part reformed. His eyes glow golden.
“Ayee!” He cries out.
The priest says,
“If he needs flesh, we have flesh.”