Kid is sneaking through the caves, doing her normal thing. Ya know, looking for a bit of gold, or maybe some jewels? Well, she is a thief after all, and Dragons do tend to hored money and the likes. Hearing the rucus, she moves silently over to the mouth of the lair. "Oi, what 'ave we 'ere?" She squats down to check out the troops, ready to run, or fight. Which ever is needed first. She fingers the hilt of her dagger, sitting in it's sheath at her waist. Someone interesting will come out of a boat sooner or later. Commanders usually have an arrogent air about them that Kid disgusts, but can easily spot.
The soldiers organize themselves quickly... large ogre-looking monsters begin their assault on the village, kicking open doors and charging inside, chasing fairies out, where they encounter smaller sorcerers... magic users... creatures with command over the elements without using any aides. They cast fireballs about and attempt to startle the inhabitance... prisoners are being rounded up, but they seem to be going out of their way not to harm anyone who doesnt resist... those who do, however, are taken by force. Several large snake-looking monsters with capes slink their way up to Orlha... they hiss their edict... "We have orders to secure everyone on the island... do not resist and come peacefully..." the way they're coiled, they seem ready to attack. ............... almost as soon as it began, it was winding down... the supplies are landed... a large nasty-looking Crossbow is erected on the beach and loaded... it appears to be some sort of siege weapon... a ballista is more accurate. The command structure now appears off the end of the beach, a small imp with glasses waddles off the gangplank, a small paper in his hand with notes... it appears as though a speech is about to be made. It is at this time that the commander herself will make an appearance now. Stepping gingerly off the boat, Flea seems almost lighthearted... "I want my command tent over there under those trees... and put some of those pretty flowers around it... I want to be bathed in color."
Eyeing Flea, along with trying to keep up with the major setup of an Army, Kid wonders to herself what exactly they are going to attack. Her mind has been a bit foggy. Sitting in a tavern, wondering what happened to the one guy you're lucky enough to have feelings for just to watch as he disappers, and drinking her fair share of the mead will do that to a person. The bartab she's run up is... well, anyway. Kid is fully aware that she won't be able to do much but gather information and take it back to the resistance. Or, she could collect her information and try and sabatoge somethings. We'll see. She trys to eye out any Human regiments that she might be able to infiltrate to hear what she can.
Fireballs, prisoner-taking, and orders to stand down?
The smaller imp mystic had made his way to the caves, where he stood atop a small rock and addressed the scared and angry citizens of the Faerie village. "Faeries, the Mystic Expeditionary Force means you no harm. We wish to respect your neutrality." This, of course, coming hot on the heels of an all-out invasion. "We will leave your homes and you will go about your lives... The Mystic Expeditionary Force is here for your protection against Porre. Do not resist us, this will all be over momentarily when all the citizens are acco-" ... it was at this time that Orlha's fighting prowess made short work of the Mystic guards, taking them down easily... though not before one managed to yell "Human Loos-AWWP!!" before being pounded into oblivion by Orlha's kick. Out for the count, suddenly the soldiers rounding up fairies are on their toes... "HUMAN!!!" They screamed through the camp... the small Imp speech-maker ran for the bushline... running right into Kid... ... It stumbles back, rolling a bit... before getting back up and looking at Kid... and her dagger... "HUMAAAAAN!" it screams, before attempting to kick Kid in the shin before running for Flea's base... Soldiers now began to make for both Orlha and Kid... Larger ones... with huge clubs and swords.. magic sparkling on their fingertips.
As Kid is admiring the attitude of Orlha, she jumps as the imp runs into her. Grinning, (imp-ishly, one might say) she lunges for the little rat, hoping to tackle him and cover his mouth, even try to drag him back into the cave with her. Maybe no one would notice, amist all the confusion. And well, if they do..this sand might be turning a diffrent color.
Orlha's lightning instep lowers with a snap as she straightens up, falling into a wide kung fu stance with an even wider grin. She watches the two slithering snakes suck sand, then glances off to one side. Naturally not forgetting her duty as a righteous butt-kicking heroine - dynamite saviour of innocents - as she bites off some parting words.
The Imp is sufficiently silenced by Kid, dragged off to wherever Kid deems fit and strategic. Still, the rush has caused the giant ogre-like mystics to begin charging through to Orlha.... Two of them get to either side of her, raising their clubs in the air and bringing it to a full lateral swing, while the other points his club in Orlha's direction, a large fireball being generated at the tip of it and launching toward the girl. Flea watches the commotion with limited interest. It wouldnt be possible for one person to resist months of training and planning would it? ... Distant memories of similar armies thwarted by as few as three people bring Flea to encourage her sorcerer entourage to assist the ogres. "I want her alive... but I dont care about anything else." she says with a smile... The Faeries are becoming restless... it looks like they might be planning a counter attack... one of them yells at their captors. "You have no right to be here! How dare you!"
Kid decideds to move out of the cave, slinking in the foliage as best she can. The imp was knocked out. A well placed hit with the hilt of her dagger always does the trick. Like her own personal Vulcan neck pinch! Moving the the ninja that she is, she trys to make her way to one of the boats closest to her, to get on. With almost everyone focusing on the drunk barmaid, and the second call of human, the army should be wandering away from her. But armys will be armys, and there is no such thing as a truly 'organized' army.
Faced by two charging, muscle-bound opponents, Orlha darts a quick glance between them. This could be troublesome. Her eyes narrow, her muscles twitch in readiness. It's time to get serious. A second before that two attacks look set to converged upon her, she does something that indicates this better words ever could. What is this powerful gesture?
The nearest boat to Kid is a troop transport... the equipment is all taken down and all that is left is a skeleton crew of harmless Demi-Humans.. the Demi humans will not engage in hand-to-hand combat and leave it to the Mystics. This crew is solely concerned for the maintenance of the boat..... The Ogre takes the hit harshly, causing him to rub his helmeted head... it looks like he is taking it fairly hard... after a few moments, he blacks out... his compatriot is soon joined by 3 others... each of them join the force of their magic to launch a massive screen of fire at Orlha... it shouldnt cause any permanent burns, but the sheer force of it might be akin to hitting a brick wall. Flea begins to hover over to Orlha, confident her companions might be in over their heads... "Ill handle this one..." Flea states blithely, if somewhat melodically.
Kid almost gives herself away by letting out a whoop of excitment, but thankfully has enough self control to keep quiet. 'This'll be like taking candy from a baby.' She edges her way onto the ship. Jumping up onto deck, she brandeshes her dagger and grins. "This is my boat now." The crew trembles and nods, doing anything just so they won't get shanked. "Pull the gangplank in, and pull anchor, then get yer sorry arses off." They jump to, and the ship sails out. Thankfully the wind favors Kid, and her luck is with her as the boat moves swiftly. At Kid's prompting, the imps jump over and splash on the far side of the ship. Throwing her head back, Kid cackles and begins her escape.
'Jubilant' doesn't even begin to describe the whoop Orlha lets out as she rebounds off the thick, nobbled head of her stunned foe. Trained muscles ripple as she makes an aerial recovery and flips down to land on both feet, the acrobatic spectacle spoiled only by a slight stumble as sand shifts beneath her weight. She've made the landing fine, if she didn't happen to be easily distractable.
Flea inhales deeply before placing her hand up against her mouth, laughing haughtily into the back of it. "Ooohh ho ho ho" ^o^ You humans... you're all so physical. You think those big muscles are going to save you, girl? I hit much harder than you think..." there is a sudden shift... the world fades momentarily, almost as if in a dream. The exact image of Orlha appears in Flea's place... "Orlha!? ... Its me!... Tia! Why... why are you here? How did I get here? I've been so worried and scared... these... these Mystics... they found me and.. they helped me... dont resist! I promise, everything is going to be okay!" She opens her arms, expecting a hug."
What an infuriating laugh! Orlha's fist tightens, material of her glove actually creaking as her wrist vibrates from the added pressure. "I'll show you physical," she murmurs under her breath, preparing to bolt forward as soon as the villainess is allowed her little speech; all's fair in love and turn-based battle. True enough, Flea trails off, and the wholloping waitress uncoils like a---
Flea is lifted up into the air... her illusion was working, but it didnt save her from the pain... several of her vertebrae crack ... Flea thinks to herself.. 'I need to work on the strength of these illusions x.x' ... Tia, however is making the best of it. "Oooh! Orlha, watch it... im still recuperating!" she laughs and tries to hug back. "Calm down... now lets talk... and are you drunk? You know you shouldn't be so irresponsible." Placing her fingers to her mouth, she exhales briefly... a small dust fills the air... Flea's noxious poisonous magic begins to make the air thick, the other mystics clearing a bit... it wasnt lethal... but it works a lot like an anesthetic.
The crack of vertebrae, even if likely to be heard over the spell cast by Flea's illusion, go unheard by the drunken, adrenaline-fuelled Orlha. She only eases the squeeze when Tia's voice raises an objection, and then does so with a sheepish grin, hefting her twin slightly in the air before she sets her down and takes a step back. Ruffling at her pigtails with both hands, she seems about to calm down as commanded, before a hot flush envelops her cheeks...
Flea looks across the table... it appears to be wonderfully adorned stately mansion room... of course, this was all illusory. A war tent is the reality of it, though it looks like a large dining area. "Coming around... almost about now." she seems to be speaking to herself... The metalic chains seem to hold Orlha set... a large bottle of fine wine seems set just before her... along with several large bottles of expensive spirits. "I told you... I hit very hard." Flea winked a bit.
Flea cackles... "All's fair in love and war... I just happen to be very very good at both... and sometimes at the same time... but you saw that." Flea ponders her statement. "Your sister... that must be the Tia you talked about? Interesting." Her desire was for her sister.... and she seemed happy. Flea smiled and leaned back... Uttering in the same voice that Tia had, Flea responds... "I am rather sad to report that... your sister was never really here... though, perhaps you can understand that it isnt really wise to challenge someone who can pull into your soul. This time I pulled out a desire." Flea's voice goes to a rather deep voice... the voice of Lynx in her throat... "Next time, Ill pull out a nightmare." ... Flea's voice returns to normal... "Lets talk... the note you recieved... tell me about it."
One of the main problems with drinking, one of the setbacks, is waking up to a new day and realising the implications of what you got up to the previous night. Actions that seemed harmless and enjoyable become horrifyingly embarassing... words come to be regretted... the drinker's stupidity comes back to haunt them. Sometimes it seems that these ill effects pass with experience, but at other times?
Flea smiled broadly... standing up, she walks over, planting her butt firmly on the edge of the table facing Orlha, crossing her legs strategically, while leaning back against the table. "You're the resistance member..." Flea shook her head. "I almost didnt expect you to show up... I certainly didnt expect... ... this." Flea notes with some skepticism... Orlha looked like she wasnt so much a resistance member but a pretty magical girl with transformation powers and a talking cat... she doesnt know why that image was conjured. Flea untied one arm... then took up the bottle of strong ale and placed it in Orlha's hand. "You must be thirsty..." Flea said with a smirk... "Welcome to the base camp of the Mystic Expeditionary Force... we're fighting against Porre... just like you."
"What do you mean by that?!" Orlha sounds positively indignant at the suggestion she looks less than battle-worthy. As if to reassure herself, she strains at her bonds, feeling them pop and shift as her enviable strength comes into play. It's to no avail, but it appears to achieve the purpose. She settles herself quickly, and ungrits her teeth. Calm, calm. Stupid hangovers.