you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
Well, Zavien, it's unorthodox, but effective. Like a deranged conjoined mummy the Dragoon-gourd duo roll out the door, much to the squawked fury of poor Mr. Angelico. "The hat! Oh, the hat!" he cries, alarmingly purple and close to tears as he waves his cane and scurries in circles around Zavien and the gourd. "I told you to be careful! Don't tear it! Oh!" Poor thing, he seems to be approaching an apoplectic fit.
Luckily Zavien is dexterous (or lucky) enough to avoid any great disaster. As he untangles himself from his bizarre predicament, he will find he's able to keep the long length of gauzy fabric from tearing. The turban may be ruined, but it can be rebuilt.
Can the same be said for his pride?
Lena's calmer approach is met with a great deal more success. The compulsive strains soothe the Newsie gourd, who reverses course and makes toward the door, bouncing along merrily on long, tendrilled vines. Lena will have no issue snatching the undamaged hat from its head(?), and the gourd will be long gone by the time it remembers it ever wore a hat at all.
Then there's Koa and his query, who is, after all, just a lil' guy. "Gotcha!" the Dragoon caws triumphantly as he scoops up the gaudy feathered hat and the miniscule pumpkin that hides within. "Let's get you outside, eh?" he suggests, holding the hissing thing at arms length as he marches out of the store. Placing it upon the ground, Koa readies to stomp the thing - except that at that moment an image of Fangorn flashes through his mind. He hesitates too long and it scrambles away.
Only to be promptly snatched up by Pipsqueak, who cronches it triumphantly with needle-sharp teeth. Shuddering, Koa turns his attention to helping dislodge poor Zavien, while Mr. Angelico watches on with a series of high pitched warnings and shrieks.
Which leaves only the Mad Hatter to be dealt with, now.
Without its court of hat-wearing hooligans, the Hatter is feeling very mad, indeed. As the only one still by the store room, Lena will face the brunt of its wrath. Shrieking inhumanely, the tophat-wearing pumpkin floats swiftly toward the caretaker, its eyes glowing and tendrils raised. It snatches toward the woman, and while it doesn't strike her directly, one thick vine does take hold of the end of her staff. Eerie surrounds them as the beastie tugs, trying to tear the stick from Lena's hands and...
Well, if it has a plan from there, only Frey can say.
All three of you have gotten your normal gourds out (and their hats retrieved!) Only the Mad Hatter remains, and it's trying to steal Lena's staff!
Luckily Zavien is dexterous (or lucky) enough to avoid any great disaster. As he untangles himself from his bizarre predicament, he will find he's able to keep the long length of gauzy fabric from tearing. The turban may be ruined, but it can be rebuilt.
Can the same be said for his pride?
Lena's calmer approach is met with a great deal more success. The compulsive strains soothe the Newsie gourd, who reverses course and makes toward the door, bouncing along merrily on long, tendrilled vines. Lena will have no issue snatching the undamaged hat from its head(?), and the gourd will be long gone by the time it remembers it ever wore a hat at all.
Then there's Koa and his query, who is, after all, just a lil' guy. "Gotcha!" the Dragoon caws triumphantly as he scoops up the gaudy feathered hat and the miniscule pumpkin that hides within. "Let's get you outside, eh?" he suggests, holding the hissing thing at arms length as he marches out of the store. Placing it upon the ground, Koa readies to stomp the thing - except that at that moment an image of Fangorn flashes through his mind. He hesitates too long and it scrambles away.
Only to be promptly snatched up by Pipsqueak, who cronches it triumphantly with needle-sharp teeth. Shuddering, Koa turns his attention to helping dislodge poor Zavien, while Mr. Angelico watches on with a series of high pitched warnings and shrieks.
Which leaves only the Mad Hatter to be dealt with, now.
Without its court of hat-wearing hooligans, the Hatter is feeling very mad, indeed. As the only one still by the store room, Lena will face the brunt of its wrath. Shrieking inhumanely, the tophat-wearing pumpkin floats swiftly toward the caretaker, its eyes glowing and tendrils raised. It snatches toward the woman, and while it doesn't strike her directly, one thick vine does take hold of the end of her staff. Eerie surrounds them as the beastie tugs, trying to tear the stick from Lena's hands and...
Well, if it has a plan from there, only Frey can say.
All three of you have gotten your normal gourds out (and their hats retrieved!) Only the Mad Hatter remains, and it's trying to steal Lena's staff!
Koa
