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Umm, somewhere without so many deadly projectiles?

[Her eyes scan around and she spots a park not far away. That's just what she needs, so she puts her knife back in a little holster on her hip. She can feel a sting on her side which means the arrow grazed her and her paranoia makes her assume the tip is poisoned too, but if she can get to the grass, everything should be okay.]

There!

[She points towards the park.]

Once I get there, just keep running. This uhh, crazy ren faire reject is targeting me.

[It's just easier to pretend it's a crazy guy with a screw loose taking pot shots at a random girl, instead of one of the Fae targeting one of the last Druids.]

On the count of three: one, two, go!

[Granuaile. :| There was no three involved in that count.]

[ yes, that would be the best idea, wouldn't it? go where there are no deadly projectiles. but rory wasn't even aware that there were deadly projectiles. he's still sort of floundering, but once she gives him a direction, he finds some semblance of balance on his sea legs. ]

Ren faire? [ why does he ask questions when he should be getting the fuck out of dodge? ] Won't they — [ see us? but rory is used to being chased, so he lets that question drop as she decides to count. ]

Right. Running.

[ rory waits until three before running like a mad man. ]

[ and he runs, runs, runs, until he slips into an alleyway and hides behind a big, fat dumpster. perhaps he should look for a weapon while he lingers. ]

[ oh, and did he lose her? ]

Edited 2013-09-22 01:42 (UTC)

[He does briefly lose her, as she runs straight for the grass and kicks off her sandals once she gets there. Immediately she draws power from the Earth through the tattoo on the sole of her foot and feels recharged. She casts invisibility on herself and then looks at the tops of building with her magical sight. She can now spot a Fae camouflaged up there. Well, time to take care of him. First thing she has to do is get naked.

Yes, naked. Good thing she's invisible, right? She darts behind a tree and strips off her clothes, keeping a hand on her staff the whole time because the invisibility spell is tied to it. Then she carefully sticks the hilt of a throwing knife into her mouth, sets her staff against the tree and transforms into a peregrine falcon. She's going up there and execute that Fae with extreme prejudice. But hey, where'd that guy go?

Taking off, she flies around the area in search of him. He may hear the flapping of wings coming towards him down the alleyway, actually, before she convinces herself he's safe and she exits to take care of her enemy. Rory may hear the sounds of a fight coming from nearby, involving shouts and grunts.]

[ is that flapping? ]

[ holy shit, rory does not like birds. he does not like anything, actually, for things that look normal are never quite normal. his back is to her as she flies down, and he looks up too late — he sees a bird ascending into the air, to only disappear from sight. he's honestly not quite sure what to do with himself. does he stay? does he go? ]

[ but the sound of fighting draws his attention. his legs are starting to ache from their squatting position. while he's still uncertain, rory takes in a deep breath — and grabs the nearest solid object, which happens to be a plank of split and splintering wood — and moves. ]

[ he runs out of the alleyway to come to a halt when he sees the fight and — ]

[ what does he make of it, exactly? ] Stop! I've got — [ he glances at his plank of wood. and he does what he should've done before making a noise. he advances, raises it, and tries to whack someone in the fight. ]

[What he can make of it is a naked woman brandishing a knife and a Fae disguised a goth college kid with a knife of his own. Granuaile barely hears him as she's focused on the fight and that knife is most likely poisoned too. She's already looking through the Fae's camouflage to see that he has the knife raised, looking for an opening, but any normal person would see the knife at a different angle, held down closer to the body. The Fae's face under the camouflage is twisted in anger at his opponent's skill, but above it all, the face it's wearing is a scared goth kid. Spotting Rory out of the corner of his eye, he says, "Don't let this crazy lady knife me! Look at her; she's naked! Who does that?"]

Don't listen to him. I know he doesn't look like much, but this is the guy who shot arrows at me. And yes, I'm naked, but I have a damn good reason for it.

[What she's worried about now is both Rory getting involved in the fight and that since he can't see through the camouflage that he'll take the Fae's side and think she really is crazy. If the Fae launches at her with his knife while using his camouflage to appear to be standing there innocently, she'll have to strike back and it'll look like she just sliced and diced him when he wasn't making any threatening movements. She needs a plan.]

[ has rory seen stranger things? he's been stranger things. a man with a thousand lives, with memories that span two thousand years, rory williams isn't a stranger to strange. but this is a little strange … naked women brandishing knives … ]

[ but said naked woman had told him to run — and while rory isn't quite sure if that's what an evil person would do, he knows it's not what a dalek would do. and that's the most evil of evil he's come across. rather than yelling run it'd yell eggs. ]

[ it's very simple, really. and he's not believing her because she's naked, either. ]

Uh — Yeah. You might need to explain that.

[ and rory, with his plank of wood, since he had missed hitting anyone with it before, takes better aim and swings as hard as he can at the goth kid. ]

You might need to explain all of this, yeah. Definitely needs an explanation.

[The Fae hadn't really seen Rory as a threat, so the whack he gets from the wood causes him to crumple to the ground and though Granuaile is surprised, she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

...and she's also going to have a chuckle about that later, because another of her animal forms is a horse. But! On to the matter at hand. She descends upon the fallen Fae and stabs him in the heart. His body seizes, and then at the site of the wound, his body begins to dissolve into dust. The steel knife is forged from iron and iron is deadly to them. So no more Fae. At least the turning-into-dust thing should assure Rory that she just didn't commit a murder, but there's still a lot to explain here.]

Thank you. Really.

[Now how to handle this? She knows what her archdruid/sensei would do. He'd camouflage himself and get the hell out of Dodge, leaving the person to think this was all a hallucination. But Granuaile would feel guilty doing that, because he helped her and seemed to accept her words at face value. Hmm.]

Listen, you deserve an explanation, but doing it naked isn't my idea of a fun time. So give me a few minutes to get dressed over in the park.

[And then she does a funny wax on, wax off gesture with her hands, imitating the penguin from the movie Madagascar.]

You didn't see anything.

[She murmurs a Celtic spell and casts camouflage; not the Fae's type, but the kind that disturbs the air molecules around her to make it look like she's disappeared. The air might have a shimmer to it as she moves, but that should be all he'll see as she jogs back to retrieve her clothes. Don't worry, Rory. An explanation's coming. Just not sans clothes.]

[ rory is quite taken aback when she stabs the goth bloke in the heart. he even takes a literal step back, flinching slightly. ]

[ but that disturbance in the force disappears when the bloke on the ground does so, too. ]

Erm, yeah. [ he had forgotten that she was stark naked. no offence meant, granuaile, but when someone saves rory from death — another on his list — he sort of looks them in the face more than … anywhere else. he averts his eyes. ] Maybe you should … get some clothes.

[ his brows pinch at her statement — that he didn't see anything — and before he can even ask what she's on about, she's gone. he blinks, a little taken aback, yet not quite surprised. this is like the doctor, isn't it? here one minute, gone for the next five years. ]

[ rory glances around, awkwardly shifting. ]

I'll wait here for that explanation, then.

[ and so he waits. he's very good at it, rory williams, has had two thousand years of practice of it, actually. waiting five minutes for his lady hero to slip into something less revealing is nothing compared to that. so, he stays, where he is, perhaps shifting a little to the left or right, but never completely out from his spot on the gravel. ]

[ he does drop the wood, however, right by his feet. ]

[After getting her clothes on, grabbing her staff, and dissolving her camouflage, she returns, walking at a normal pace. He hasn't run off screaming or whipped out his cell to Instagram the pile of Fae dust, so she'll put a little trust in him.]

Hey. So that... that was a thing that happened.

[Really not much else that can sum it up, is there?]

That guy was bad news, and obviously not human, which I hope doesn't freak you out to hear? You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.

[She nearly adds "Even if you are British," but she refrains. He'd probably think she's being a dumb American, but it comes from having an Irish archdruid. You've got to take the piss out of the British from time to time. That's like, duh obvious.]

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oh my god, thank you for linking that cute gif

i thought a visual was necessary. :P