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Sturm:
Hey, look! You know it, you love it, it's every changeling's favorite neutral meeting ground! The Freehold Hollow!
Sturm's off over in the direction of the Winter cottages, and she's set up shop at a workbench where she is currently hard at work cleaning and caring for her suit of gothic plate armor. Her phone is open to Spotify, and the speaker is currently playing a song from the Violent Femmes self-titled record.
Spicy:
Spicy comes into the Freehold Hollow, large sportsbag with the strap weighing down her right shoulder, she's wearing a Flyer's hoodie, unzipped to show a black tanktop underneath and a pair of jeans and boots to complete the mundane look. She approaches the cottages from the side and peeks into it for a moment, then seeing what she needed to see, just follows where the sound leads, though wandering a little on the way there, as if getting distracted by something on the way.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun has finished putting up her horse in the Summer Hollow. When she returns, she's without her usual round shield or speare, armed instead with an axe at one side and a long sword at the other. She's still sporting her armor, of course, though her helmet is presently tucked under her arm. She's walking with Teagan, who seems their usual slouchy laid back mirror of a self. Her stoic expression splits when the strains of the Violent Femmes reach her ears. For a midwestern punk like Sigrun, they were punk. She sings along with the "Yeah, yeah!"s at the very least.
Asbolus:
The song floating through the air caught the attention of another new arrival from the mundane side of the world, with Asbolus drifting over to investigate the source. The Darkling was dressed neatly but casually as tended to be his wont, pale eyes taking in those present as he offered a nod. "Salutations."
Teagan:
Slouchy, laid back, and reflecting Sigrun's brightness in all literal and figurative senses of the word. Their head bobs slightly to the song when they catch it floating back in. And then their smile widens just the tiniest bit. Just a hair. "Well, look who it is," they droll, angling over toward Sturm. The unknown factors get a chin up and a slightly suspicious look. This is their nature.
Sturm:
Whodathunk that folk-punk would act as a siren song for Lost. Sturm's been mumbling along to the lyrics while she works - though that stops when the first newcomer approaches. She opens her mouth to greet Spicy - having recognized her from the meeting with the Winter Queen the other day - but her mouth falls open when she realizes that the person singing along is Sigrun. One moment of looking like the Blinking White Guy meme later, she waves Teagan and Sigrun over - and then turns back to properly address her fellow Snowskin with a wry smirk. "Sup. You're the one who gave Marjorie a jar of jam for interrupting her meeting on accident, right?"
Spicy:
The Spring courtier returns the smirk "What, you want one too?" Spicy shrug her right shoulder, making the content of the bag rattle a little. There's a touch of glass clinking and maybe a hint of metal there too. "And yeah that was me, 'm Spicy." she introduce herself, though steps out of the way from the remainder of the troupe that's coming this way, just to make space for everyone. Her left hand raise in greetings for them.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun has begun singing along to the song, bopping her awkward white girl dance moves as she closes in on the grouping. Apparently she really likes the Violent Femmes. Who knew. Once she's embarrassed Teagan thoroughly, she pops back fully upright and dips her head towards Spicy in greeting. "Sigrun. This is Teagan." A gesture aside to the darkling in question. "Teagan, you've met Asbolus, I'm sure? If not. Asbolus, Teagan. Teagan, Asbolus." Still bopping a bit to the music, too.
Asbolus:
"We may have met in passing, at least." He gave Teagan a polite nod, then one to Spicy as well. "Good to meet you."
Teagan:
The Mirrorskin has the good grace to look embarrassed even if theyr'e not, really. There's a swat to Sigrun's armored butt in amusement, and they circle around her to push up onto their tiptoes and kiss Sturm on the corner of her mouth. Right here, in front of everybody, which includes Sigrun. "Hey." Once Sturm is well and properly greeted according to the rites and customs of Teagan, they slide their hands into the pockets of their heavy charcoal-grey leather duster and nod toward Spicy and Asbolus both in turn. Their Mantle is Summer-hot and bears the smell of cooling asphalt.
Sturm:
"Nah, not really my jam," she deadpans - offering a shrug and standing up to hook her thumbs into the front pockets of her jeans - trying very hard to suppress her disbelief at Sigrun's terrible moves. "Appreciate the offer, though." She turns back to Sig. "I'd ask 'how are ya' but it seems like you're in a great mood." Good thing Sturm slouches so fuckin' often, or Teagan'd have a lot of ground to make up for. She accepts the kiss - only looking marginally embarrassed about it - and finally, she offers a curt little nod in greeting to Asbolus. "Good to see you again."
Spicy:
"Ba-dum-tish." Spicy responds to the pun, joining with a little drumming gesture. She shrug a little and lets the strap of her bag slide down her arm and she drops the bag, heavy, on the ground. Her attention turns to Sigrun, Teagan and Asbolus "Hey, pleasure to meet you all." Spicy's own mantle brings a scent of flower and fruit carried by a refreshing breeze. "By the way those looks great." Spicy trails a pointing finger to the various weapons and armors on display.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"That is a very cool suit of armor you have there, Sturm," Sigrun agrees with Spicy with an agreeable sort of nod and a broad grin that makes it clear somewhere in this statement there is a joke which she finds at least moderately humorous. "Nice to meet you, too, Spicy. Good nickname. And, yeah, I'm in a pretty good mood, all things considered. Had a very productive meeting with Mearcstapa this morning, and also met Rosalyn Solfrig at long last. She took quite a liking to Frygg, and Frygg to her and her unicorn, Elio. We're planning mischief, now. And Autumn has agreed to look into somet information for me. So. Everything's coming up Milhouse."
Asbolus:
The pun earned a small chuckle from Asbolus, watching the interactions between his fellow Winter and the two Summers without any outward reaction. "Glad to hear it." He nodded to Sigrun with a light smile. "Been going rather smoothly on my end all told, barring a bit of a snag on a recent venture into the Hedge. Not quite as adept on the path as I probably should be."
Sturm:
Sturm rolls her eyes at the statement. "Sigrun's the badass smith," she explains to Spicy and Asbolus - if the latter should also care about the armor. "My knowledge begins and ends with what the nice internet folx post over on Anvilfire's forums, so I'm just cleaning off the stubborn bits of Briarwolf goo." She quirks an eyebrow. "Oh? What'd you talk to Mearcstapa about - and what happened in the Hedge? Do you need backup for next time?"
Spicy:
"Yeah I need to brush up on the Hedge stuff a bit too. I'm not nearly practiced enough for what I want to do there." Spicy nods along Asbolus "Thanks for the compliment, my friend at the soup kitchen gave then nickname to me when I made my first batch of food way too hot." a beat. "Oh, nice, that's a tough craft!"
Teagan:
"Rosalyn is fucking badass," Teagan offers, apparently amused by the mild awkwardness on Sturm's face. But they don't swat her on the butt the way they normally do with Direct Action. "A bit of a snag?" Teagan asks of Asbolus, sitting down next to Sturm and taking a whetstone out from their pocket. They unhook a machete from their hip, cleverly hidden under their long leather coat, and begin to inspect the machete thoughtfully. It's got a blood-stained handle but looks vicious sharp.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Seems like every freehold I visit has miserable relations with their local hobs. Me, I'm pretty okay with them, as a rule. So I always try to reach out and form ties with them. Get them to be our eyes and ears out there, help bring escapees in, warn of us Huntsmen, that sort of thing. Problem being, I don't really know anything about the local hobs, where their villages are, or even what oaths and agreements Shackamaxon may have with them. So Mearc is going to see about researching that for me, getting that info back to me, so I can set to work diploming my assy. Rosalyn also said she'd be willing to help expanding the trod down to the sport center. And you were right about her, Teagan, I was impressed. She'll do well." She looks aside to Spicy and Absolus both. "I'm a decent wayfinder in the thorns. If there's lessons you need taught, I can try to teach them to you. Or try, in any case. And if there's things you need in the thorns, I'm happy to come along as escort, too. It's rather in my job description."
Asbolus:
"More an issue of my getting separated from the others unexpectedly. I went with Rosalyn, Jackie and Laura, and we were ultimately successful." He gave Sigrun another small nod. "Might take you up on that. Don't venture in that often, but I'd rather be better prepared the next time I do."
Sturm:
"Rosalyn's cool as hell," the Jotunn confirms with another slow nod, "-and that's a great idea. Not that I'm a particularly diplomatic motherfucker or anything, but if you'd like some help - or company - working on that, let me know? Happy to stand behind you and look pissed off." She looks down at Teagan - who has decided to sit on the ground, rather than at the vacant workbench. Y'know, just like a fuckin' cat would. "If you want, I can move my shit and you can sit at the thing?" She hooks a thumb over her shoulder.
Spicy:
"That'd be great, I think I got a good base, but there's no other way to get better than to do it." She responds to Sigrund with a smile there, then her attention drifts specifically to the wicked-looking machete in Teagan's hands. "I'd make a 'Mine's bigger' joke but this looks like a serious killing tool."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Generally speaking, the first round of diplomacy goes better when nobody is looming behind the emissaries looking threatening. That's for about the fourth or the fifth no, honestly. I'm told there's a Winter by the name of Charlie who is good with hobs, too. So I might reach out there. And I'm sure Spring has plenty to offer in that regard, too. I think your talents, Sturm, would be better applied to expanding the trod towards the sports complex. It's hard work, and it's guaranteed to attract the notice of the local wildlife. I imagine we'll be under fairly regular attack there." Sigrun folds up her arms and ticks her eyebrows at Spicy, "So there'll be plenty of time for you to practice, too, no doubt." Asbolus receives an understanding nod, "Well. You'll let me know, I'm sure."
Teagan:
"Nah, I'm happy right here." On the ground, between Sigrun and Sturm, Teagan is happy. Shink. Shink. The sound of whetstone against machete blade. Shink. Shink. Teagan is somehow more when the machete's in their hands -- more noticeable, more here. Hard to miss, hard to ignore. Hedgespun and Tokens are like that. "She is," they agree with Spicy. "Baby's been mine for a long time, and she belonged to others before me. I take care of her and she takes care of me."
Asbolus:
"I definitely will." His attention turned towards the machete as it was being sharpened, looking it over curiously. "It is rather impressive."
Sturm:
"That was supposed to come out as more of an "I'd like to work with you on something," rather than a generalized "I'm looking for work," but I'll go wherever I'm needed." There's a very brief moment where a little half-smirk flashes across her features, and then she rolls her shoulder - adopting the scowl she's so well known for wearing. She shakes her head at Teagan's response, and then goes quiet to listen to everyone talk about the terrifying machete. I mean, it is impressive...
Spicy:
"I know it's probably a weird question but I'm not super-familiar with how everything works yet." Spicy points to Baby. "Can she talk? Does that happen at all?" She shift her attention momentarily between Sigrun and Sturm "I'm okay in a fight too, if I have a weapon in my hand, I can swing pretty hard, bigger the better."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun's gaze sliiiiides over to Spicy at the claim that she is both good in a fight and favors bigger weapons. Her eyebrows lift ever so slightly and her smile spreads just so. There's a subtle twitch to her nose that leaves the Fairest looking quite thoroughly puckish there for a moment. Her attention turns back to Sturm, though, before she speaks. "Oh. Well. I still have to get approval for all of this from the crowns, and I'm not sure if I'll get the go ahead, and if I do which project I'll be assigned to. I'm due to meet with Peter Wood soon enough, so I'll know more then. If we get the go ahead for both projects, I'll be working on both and you can help with both. Just perhaps not on the diplomacy side of matters early on. I'm a good talker, but I'm not the best talker. Most likely I'll be there to support and look after who ever is doing the talking, able to assist with the conversation as needed.*
Asbolus:
"I fare better at range than close up, I'll admit, but I can handle myself when the need arises."
Sturm:
"... Enh, I prefer to use my hands. Toys just get in the way sometimes," she turns up her palms - and my, what big fuckin' hands they are - innocently. Say, when the fuck did Sturm start making jokes? Probably it's on account of all the bad influences messing up her carefully curated demeanor. Having had her fun, her hands disappear back into the pockets of her jacket, and she clears her throat. "Ahh, Peter's a good dude, so I imagine that idea'll fly. Just let me know. No shade intended - and I know, something joke about Winter something something - I was just being up front about my motives and intentions."
Teagan:
The Mirrorskin slowly turns their head and stares at Sturm for a moment. "I would imagine it would all depend on whose hands the toys are in." Total fucking deadpan, in every meaning of the word. Teagan continues sharpening the machete. "Peter's pretty cool. Once I am all set for Unseen Sun, at least in terms of meeting the job description, I gotta talk to him again."
Spicy:
"Hey, getting up close and personal isn't always the smartest, it's good to have that skill." Spicy does not hide the fact that she finds the toy jokes between Teagan and Sturm funny, though the grin and laughing sound she emits are more like a slight twitch of her lips and a sharper exhale. "Never heard of Peter before today." Her attention shift toward Sigrun for a moment, curious, but the light upcurl of her lips remains as her attention follows the surrounding conversation.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I used to be a 'stand your ground and give better than you get' sort of fighter. Lots of spear and shield work. Recently, as my talents and power have grown, I've moved to a much more mobile style when not leading a line of infantry. Quick, evasive, very deadly. I'm having to entirely reforge my arsenal, accordingly." Sigrun pulls the sword from her left hip, offering it over to Spicy, hilt resting upon her forearm. She dips her head in invitation. "Go ahead." She gives a wry look to Teagan and Sturm at the toy jokes, rolling her eyes in good natured amusement. "Are you a bow fighter, then, Asbolus? Firearms? Sorcery?"
Asbolus:
The back and forth was followed, a look of amusement on the Darkling's face although he deigned to comment himself. "Thrown weapons, specifically."
Sturm:
"You don't know Peter Wood?" She quirks an eyebrow at Spicy. "Summer. Shiny Hat. About a fuckin' foot taller than me - maybe bit of a dick, too, but not bad. For a guy who likes the fuckin' Red Sox." There is, of course, no malice in her tone. Honestly, she almost sounds fond. Then she looks down at Teagan, hooking her thumbs into her pockets very dramatically. "I mean. You feel free to try and prove me wrong about that - but I've been called a stubborn motherfucker before." Beat. "So it might take a few attempts."
Teagan:
Laughter peals from Teagan -- short, abrupt and bright, like the aural equivalent of light scattering across broken glass. "I'm sure it will, you're an extremely stubborn motherfucker." A pause, and they add, "But to the best of my knowledge, I'm not a mother." A sharp smile, there.
Spicy:
"I swore like 3 and a half weeks ago to Ari and last time I met another crown I awkwardly offered her a jar of home-made fairy-fruit Jelly. I'm meeting the people slowly but surely. And now that I know he wears a shiny hat, I can have his own jar ready." She gives a self depreciating mild chuckle. Spicy then respectfully picks up the blade presented by Sigrun and while there is a slight widening of her eyes when she feels the weight of the weapon, doesn't showcase any difficulty handling it and performing flourishes with it. "That's an impressive piece of work." With a final little flourish there, she hands the blade back to the owner, in a safe way at least. "I can show you what I got."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun reclaims her named blade and slides her back into her appointed sheathe. "She is called Sigsverd. Some of my finest work. I would love to meet your steel. Show me." It can be hard to tell sometimes when Sigrun is flirting and when she just really wants to see someone's weapons. Because typically her overeager expression remains about the same during both activities. She backs away a few steps, leaning against the wall of one of the cabins to give Spicy room to draw without cutting off her head or anything awkward like that. Once she's come to rest she asides to Asbolus, "You know, I've never tried to improve on a thrown weapon's performance. Never even crossed my mind. If I do, would you be interested in testing them out?"
Asbolus:
"I would, yes." He nodded to Sigrun, the gears turning a bit in his own mind as he watched Spicy at the request to see her own blade. "I have a few that were purchased, along with being able to call one through the Sword."
Sturm:
"Well, not like that kind of shiny hat. He's just... up there," Sturm corrects. "... and don't worry about that too much - Marjorie showed up while I was teaching Lux how to play D&D, and I volunteered to fix her fuckin' dishwasher out of the blue while she was talkin' about business 'cause I was so nervous." Sturm looks between Sigrun and Spicy - and then follows the Valkyrie in taking a step back. "Fine, T. I'll fix it." There's that boisterous laugh of hers. The real one, not the awkward snicker. "Fucker, then. On account'a I'm not terribly picky about the particulars."
Teagan:
Their broken-mirror eyes glitter, and Teagan tucks away their whetstone and leans back on one hand, still holding on to Baby in much the same way as Linus holds on to his blanket. Just no thumb-sucking. "Yeah, he's second-in-command for the Summer Court, along with... Alice? I haven't met Alice, but I know the name," Teagan offers with a shrug. "Peter's all right." And then they flash a grin at Sturm. "Acceptable, doll." They're watching Sigrun possibly flirt with great delight.
Spicy:
“I suppose I could’ve made a worse impression with Marjorie yeah. So maybe I'll try to bring some for Peter too, never know!” Spicy crouches next to the heavy sports bag she carried in with her, unzipping it and there's a bit of frost smoke coming out of it. She moves the content around, including what looks like night vision goggles and, yes, jars with dark purple jam in them, and an aluminium bat. After its done, she pulls a sizeable weapon out: its handle is long and wrapped in strands of shadows that flutters about, the blade is a razor-sharp, cleaver-shaped block of ice which have formed against something dark and moving beneath the surface, she set the flat of the weapon against her shoulder and turns to face the group again. “The Everstill Cleaver.”
The weapon matches the Bruiser's mien in some eerie way: the shadows match the veins of black ice that contrasts against the snow-like sparkling skin, the make of the blade matches her ice wrought nails and teeth.
Spicy approaches Sigrun and offers the same as she was offered earlier.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun lets out a low whistle as the massive blade is revealed, watching it with the professional curiosity of someone who swings such things around for a living. When the hilt is extended towards her, she takes it with both hands and hefts it aloft, looking up its considerable length with more than passing interest. She steps well clear of the group, gives the blade a slow spin around her right palm, and then snaps it back to a hanging guard position. She advances through a few textbook zweihander swipes before reversing the blade and ending it with a mordhau drop of the hilt onto one of the boulders set out for seating. Clonk. The present weather shifts, growing blustery and chill, with billowing snow of a sudden. She grins at her handiwork before backing out of her hedge shift, allowing the hollow to reassert its control over such particulars. The weapons is then offered back to Spicy with a respectful incline of the head and a wicked smile. "It will keel."
Sturm:
"That's me. Acceptable." There's a smirk down at Teagan. Sturm might not do much with weapons herself, but it's hard not to recognize craftsmanship when it's in front of her eyes. Especially given how much time she's spent around a certain Motley that's... basically blender of various point objects. It's even harder to ignore Sigrun swinging the massive blade, and she takes an extra step back - just in case - leaning against the workbench as she watches the warrior's display. Sturm's eyebrows go up - it's a subtle change to her stony features, sure... but she's no doubt impressed.
Teagan:
"You know you're more than acceptable." The Mirrorskin wrinkles up their nose in amusement, squinting aside at Sturm. And then? "Well hot damn," Teagan offers, totally distracted by the fact that there's a huge weapon being swung around by a tall beefy woman. And then Sigrun. Sorry, was literally anything else happening?
Spicy:
Spicy misses the gay reactions from the rest of the motley due to having a different kind of gay reaction, her eyes wide in wonderment at the Hedge shift that produces snow, she reaches up to grab a few flakes and feel them in the palm of her hand, surprised at the strangely cold feeling it ends up having. She watches it disappear and almost misses Sigrun handing her the weapon back, she grabs the great sword by the hilt. "I'm glad, it'll help me keep people safe." She glances at both Sturm and Teagan, then back to Sigrun. "I think the verdict is that it was an impressive display." the tone warms a little and the smile is simply apparent now, as if the 'ice' has been broken.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I like her. Heavier than I would personally find practical-- what with favoring a shield on my left side. But for a two hander, she's a beaut. I bet you could mess up some briarwolves with that thing, and no kidding." Sigrun steps back again once the sword has been handed off, giving Spicy the room she'll need to return it whence it came. She once more leans back against the cabin, resting one booted foot against the wall. He gaze slides over to Teagan and Sturm with a waggle of the brows, then back to Spicy and her massive sword. "I can't place your mantle, Spicy. What court?"
Sturm:
There's a flicker of something that crosses Sturm's expression for a moment just before being replaced with a furrowed brow and a frown. "Imagine it'd probably mess up more than just Briarwolves, too." She fishes through her jacket pocket for her phone - though it takes her a moment that it's on the bench rather than on her person - and sends a text message before realizing, with a grunt, that there is no cell service in the Hedge.
Teagan:
"... impressive as hell on every level," Teagan sighs, leaning back on one hand. "Yeah, for real. I'm so tuned in to Baby that I'm not sure I would really like to use another weapon, but -- for you -- especially with your build -- it's perfect." They waggle their brows right back at Sigrun, then swing their gaze back to Spicy at her question. "Yeah, but. Wouldn't," they answer Sturm.
Spicy:
"I heard about Briarwolves, but haven't met one directly before." Spicy replaces the sword into her large Sportsbag, replacing the jars and baseball bat around, then zip the bag. Her attention shifts back to Sigrun. "I'm Sunrise Page Spicy of the Spring court." She flares her mantle with some effort, the scent of flowers and fruit carried on a refreshing breeze. "Probably not the fanciest introductions, but I'm just starting."
Asbolus:
Asbolus had gone quiet as the martial displays unfolded, doing that 'fade into the background' thing that Darklings are prone to do. He did look impressed, though, for what that was worth. "Newly sworn, then, I assume?"
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Huntress Sigrun of the Summer Court. I'm a member of Direct Action, our motley." Sigrun ticks her head towards Teagan, including them in this statement. "Teagan there is Summer, too. Sturm's a Winter. Asbolus is Autumn. We've got all the courts accounted for, then." Sigrun looks aside to Teagan and Sturm again with another raised eyebrow before looking back to Spicy, "We can get you blooded in. If you're keen to get into the hedge, that is. Spread your proverbial wings a bit."
Sturm:
"Well there're probably a few non-Briarwolf things you could safely take chunks out of with a big fuckin' knife like that, right?" She quirks a brow at Teagan, shoving her phone back into her pocket. "... and nah, Sig. Asbolus is a Winter." Beat. "Yeah, come hunt. Would be pretty dope to see that thing in action and not just inside a duffle bag."
Spicy:
Spicy blinks a few times, as if surprised by it. "Oh that would be great." A beat, another few blinks. "Oh do you mean now?!" Spicy's eyebrow shoot up, as she ask the question, genuinely uncertain and taken aback, her mantle still breezing slowly around her.
Asbolus:
Asbolus looked ready to correct Sigrun himself before Sturm beat him to it, smirking a touch. "Page of the Long Midnight, at your service."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"See? He's such a good Winter I was sure he wasn't. That's dedication, right there." Sigrun does give Asbolus an apologetic glance and a grin at her joke, the offense entirely unintended. "I don't think we were planning to roll out for a hunt tonight. But. Then again, there's no reason we can't roll out and scare up some trouble. I can go fetch my shield and run point."
Teagan:
"Hunter Teagan," they agree by way of introduction, gesturing with the machete and then hooking said machete back on their waist. "Also Direct Action, but I figure you probably guessed that by the way Sigrun introduced me. Or maybe you didn't. But." They flash a brief grin. "I'm always up for trouble."
Sturm:
"Could stir some shit up, but... well." She hooks her thumb over at the disassembled suit of plate armor. "It takes me like thirty fucking minutes to get dressed, so maybe not right this moment." Beat. "... and I guess I didn't properly introduce myself, but." She turns up her palms. "We already met, so."
Spicy:
"I don't have any functional armor except like a leather jacket and some rougher denim. So I could probably go grab that from home and meet somewhere, if that's going to change anything." Spicy picks up her duffle bag and sling the strap over her shoulder. "Or I can help with something else for preparation, if you want to do this now, I imagine there's a bit of that needed." (also, the player is not particularly familiar with Hedge rules)
Asbolus:
The talk of 'getting into trouble' made the Darkling's eyebrow arch a touch, remaining silent for the moment.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I have both a suit of chain mail and a suit of leather armor that I'm no longer using. They're just collecting dust in my armory, to be honest with you. We're almost the same height exactly. Similar build. I bet with next to no alterations that either suit would suit you fine. It's nothing fancy, but it's free to a good home." Sigrun shoulders away from the wall at this, loosening her sword in its scabbard, since it seems likely they might be heading out. "At the very least, I can go fetch one for you from our hollow. Won't take me but a twitch of a fly's tail."
Teagan:
When Sigrun says she'll be running off to get armor for Spicy, the lanky Mirrorskin rolls to their feet. "Well, it's about that time," they agree lazily, adding, "Honestly, this is why our trod doesn't suck. People always ready to roll out and go look for trouble."
Sturm:
Sturm fixes her armor with a sour look, and then picks up the first piece with a sigh, preparing to begin the arduous process of donning the Gothic Plate. "... just finished cleaned this shit, too." A chuckle. "I gotta get a fuckin' squire or something."
Spicy:
"Maybe one of the hobgoblin'll do it in exchange for their weird version of debt?" Spicy mentions toward Sturm "That would probably be a terrible idea actually nevermind, I could help you put it on while they go get ready" She shakes her head, her gaze settling on Teagan "Yeah I thought about maybe clearing the area around my hollow but, but alone it's a bad idea." Her attention moves to Sigrun "That's very kind of you, let me know if there's something I can do in return."
Asbolus:
"I might be able to offer some assistance as well." Asbolus replied with a small note of amusement, giving Sturm a "may I?" sort of look. Assisting with the preparations was one thing, but actually going with? That would take some further deliberations...
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Wear it and live to tell about it," Sigrun assures Spicy of her generosity. True to her words, though, she starts off for the exit from this hollow. Easier to reach theirs that way, frankly. "I'll be back very shortly." She gives Teagan a quick smooch on the corner of their mouth, then heads at a quick march for the exit to go and get the goodies.
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