mayfield_rpg

[WELP ever since her unfortunate regain the Fair Lady hasn't really been feeling very fair. It's been centuries since her spider half was actually alive and she was capable of seeing what it looks like; being reminded of the monstrosity that's replaced her legs and torso has left her feeling more than a little self-conscious.

When she has left the house, it's been to fetch groceries or to attend school, and she always leaves when it's dark and not many people are around. Her days at school are spent hiding in the girls' bathroom, her spider half crammed inside a tiny stall. She's afraid of what the other real citizens would think of her, of course, but she's also afraid of the drones: what might they do, to see such an abomination in the midst of their perfect town? Quelaan doesn't want to find out.

Even still, the loneliness is becoming unbearable. She's spent centuries in silence and darkness, only to be dropped into a world of light and sound upon arrival in Mayfield. She craves conversation, noise, interaction, and eventually that craving is enough to overcome her fear.

So, today Quelaan can be found...]

[A. ...at the high school, tentatively stepping out of the bathroom while classes are in session. As far as she knows, the halls are empty, but even exposing herself this much has left her on edge. Her spider half stretches its legs, enjoying its reprieve from the bathroom stall.

She jumps a little when the bell rings and the classroom doors fly open, and a look of terror crosses her face. The drone children mill about her, going to their lockers and chatting in their cheerful monotone. Not a one of them shrieks or gasps at the sight of the teenage girl with a giant arachnid for a torso. In fact, one of them even smiles and waves at her, saying "Hi Quelaan!"

The Fair Lady looks absolutely confused, and murmurs to herself.]

Have they no fear of anything...?

[B. ...at the park, in a bit of a dilemma. Some jackass has been letting his dogs run around unleashed, and naturally they've been roaming around the entire park. One of them has run right up to Quelaan, yapping excitedly and sniffing at her legs. Needless to say, her spider half is less than pleased, and it appears to be on the verge of attacking. Quelaan is trying to calm her lower self down and shoo the dog away, with little success.]

No! You mustn't... please, pup, begone! 'tis not safe...!

[Help the poor girl out?]

[C. ...in the forest on the outskirts of town, enjoying the peace and shade. Her spider half is spinning a small web between trees while Quelaan hums a soft tune under her breath, unaware of anyone nearby. All is well.

All is well until a large bear shambles out from the trees, that is. Quelaan hasn't noticed it yet, but the bear is rising up on its hind legs and looks ready to charge. Intervene?]

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[Naal... well, let's be fair, Naal's been stalking her. The spider-cults are long out of fashion in most of drow society, but the Beldrobbaen cling to the old ways, and with Sora - the fact of Sora, if not her body - gone, Naal finds herself even more drawn to things that seem familiar than she was.

She was only watching, but when the bear appears there is no choice but to reveal herself.]

Behind you! [For a small and habitually silent child she can actually get out a decent volume, though some of the stress that usually comes with a warning of danger is missing from her voice. But at any rate she rushes forward to interpose herself between Quelaan and the bear.]

[Quelaan's eyes open with surprise and she gasps a little when she sees the bear. Her spider half bristles the hairs on its thorax and hisses, white foam flying from its fangs. When she notices the woman leaping to her defense, Quelaan cries out:] Look out!

[The bear's claws slash through Naal like so much paper... or something even more insubstantial; her body seems to part with no resistance at all. But after striking her the animal seems to grow confused, turning and lunging at shifting, barely-visible shadows.

Another Naal, apparently uninjured, appears besides Quelaan.]

We should leave.

Sorcery... [Quelaan's eyes widen, but she nods.] Y-Yes, you're right. Let us make haste... [And she's moving away from the bear.]

[Running follows! Naal thinks herself more than capable of killing the beast, but no reason to if they can just get away.

But eventually she slows down. She doesn't really know how well bears hold grudges (or even what a bear is) but it seems far enough. Hopefully she's right.]

...I am not sure which direction the town is.

[Forests are a mystery to her. And confuse her sense of direction.]

[Quelaan doesn't seem too put out, but her spider half seems exhausted. Eight legs are great for climbing webs, but not so much when it comes to running.]

Then, it seems we are lost... [She bites her lip.] I am sorry. If I had not come out here, this would not be so...

[Naal for her part seems indifferent. But then she rarely seems anything else.]

I will be able to tell roughly when the sun begins to set. And we are not allowed to wander too far. It will not be much of an inconvenience.

I suppose escape would not be so easy, even were it to be accidental. [she cracks a weak smile.] Nevertheless, I am in your debt, my lady. I am Quelaan.

[She only nods.] I am Naal'suul.

...I do not want to presume too much, but ordinarily it would be an honor to meet one such as yourself.

An... honor? [Quelaan blinks in surprise; she hadn't expected anything but revulsion from her fellow captives.] What do you mean?

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