18 September 2014 · 36 notes
"Fantastic! And you got plenty of skulltulas, it should be more than enough for what we’re doing." We both look so great… For the circumstance I mean." This was coming from a woman in a torn and dirty dress whose long hair was tied into a frazzled mop. Some smeared make-up was placed around the eyes to make them appear devoid and exhausted. Abel helped by throwing and mashing some dirt onto her too.
Not far behind Hortensia stood Abel and the five chu-chus that would act as last-resort traps. She nods in agreement, “yes, that tale sounds believable enough; with a career like that, injuries and take-overs are common. Being regular wives would nail-in how misinformed we were about these woods and the monsters.” Her arms cross before she adds: “I think we should engage them at the darker hours of the morning. They will likely have torches, a human device, which would explain why we’d approach them. It’s a notion though. What do you think?”
Keirin couldn’t help, but clap her hands in excitement.
"My dear that is so wonderfully brilliant, I could kiss you~! We should always cooperate on schemes."
The storyteller had a great appreciation for intelligence in any form, even the morally questionable kind.
"Well… I suppose there’s nothing left, but to get to it…" She gave a weak laugh, and began to head the expedition.
"You point out where we should place the traps, and I’ll have the skulltula get to it." The skulltula that followed behind her were already spinning ropes, leaving the finished string ready for use on their large ends.