thehauntedfrequency | fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

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[brusquely:] Yeah.

[talking hurts, so he just pants the response, his mouth still hanging open, letting blood leak; it's something to worry about well away from the reach of the water, but...but not right in front of the caravan, either.

when he catches sight of the camp, he slows, relaxing his vice-tight grip on Emery's arm and looks him over, to see if he's hurt.]

...

[Emery isn't injured, though he looks more of a fright than normal. He's wet from the waist up, there's mud on his clothes, and his hands are absolutely caked in dirt from digging into the soil. Not to mention how pale his complexion is and the dazed look in his eyes as he stares back at Zel.

Getting close to the caravan means that sooner rather than later the goblins spot them, and needless to say they're both a sight. Most of them just stay rooted to whatever spot they happen to be, staring, but a handful dare to approach their weird guests. Emery vaguely recognizes Tantabel at the front of the group.

"What the hell happened?" she asks.]

[the moment Zel can register eyes other than Emery's on him, he ducks his head, absently feeling for his hood before giving it up in the haze of pain.

he shakes his head, ducking it as he crouches and shifts onto a knee. he needs to try to staunch his bleeding or get his mouth around working to utter a healing spell, but it's hard to focus outside of the bristle of panic and pain.]

[Emery looks from Zel to Tantabel, necessity forcing him to shake off the daze from the magic usage and the shock of the fight. Right. Zel can't do the talking. Emery can do the talking.]

The guardian of the spring attacked us. I don't know why, but we weren't doing anything that other people weren't.

[Having offered that brief explanation Emery crouches next to Zel, peering at his injuries. It's hard for Emery to get a good look, both because of the angle Zel's head is at and because there's so much blood it's hard to tell what's injured and what's just had blood smeared over it.

Well, better to get it treated fast. Emery holds up a hand and whispers the words of a healing spell. A pale blue-green glow lights up in his hand as the magic spreads from Emery into Zel.

Nearby Tantabel makes an exasperated sound and walks off to do something-or-other. Maybe talk to the Hob. Maybe to call in the local equivalent of law enforcement. Emery deems it not nearly as important either way.]

[Zel holds his breath while the magic numbs and stitches back up the soft flesh of his inner cheek; hairline cracks linger where the strain of the attach broke through the other side to the exterior, slightly off-color even after the spell has finished its course of repairs.

once he can feel his tongue again:] ...Thanks.

Did it get you anywhere else?

[Emery gives Zel a hard stare, looking carefully over whatever bits are visible. He's not ready to relax just yet, not when Zel still looks and sounds like an exhausted mess.]

[good question. he looks down at himself, at his hand...and the other one, still gripping his sword hilt like it were fused to him; quietly he tries to train on the feelings of himself outside of the malaise of pain-induced adrenaline.]

Don't think so. Doesn't feel like it.

[beat.

his eyes wince.]

...This probably isn't going to endear us to the camp.

[Emery exhales quietly and leans back, still tense. The mention of the caravan earns a little scoff.]

So what? That so-called "guardian" was the one who started it.

[A bit of genuine anger slips into Emery's tone as he thinks on it. Even if they'd broken some unspoken rule, it couldn't have been anything that merited trying to kill Zel!

At about that moment Tantabel returns, hauling a small travel trunk along with her. She sets it on the ground nearby and looks the two of them over before speaking.

"You're both patched up now, right? You should hide in here before anyone comes looking for you."

She fiddles with the latches and pops open the lid of the trunk, which definitely doesn't look big enough to fit even one of them, let alone both Emery and Zel. Still, Emery shuffles over to take a look.

Ah. It's one of those "bigger on the inside" situations. Looking into the trunk, Emery can see a small, dim pantry room, as if they'd cut a hole in the ceiling to look into it.]

[despite the mending of Zel's wounds, his face and portions of his front are stained with blood, still looking like an extra fresh off the set of a horror movie, whatever that is.

he blinks owlishly at the goblin, not entirely processing her words outside of ones he expected to her - a strange disconnect.]

...Why are you helping us? [for another you-owe-me?]

["You paid for passage to Fairford. We couldn't hold up our deal if you got incarcerated here,' Tantabel says. With a thoughtful look, she adds "Unless you'd rather have a refund...?"]

We'd like to keep traveling.

[Gift horses etc. Emery figures Zel will need time to recuperate, and he doesn't want to them to still be here when the locals start looking for the miscreants who unhanded the spring's guardian. He sets a foot on the edge of the trunk, but he won't actually climb in until Zel's on his feet and headed in the same direction.

"Don't touch anything while you're in there. You're both filthy."]

[Zel slowly climbs to his feet, warily watching Tantabel, as though he expected some double-cross. by the time Emery's looking back toward him no such thing happens, so he can't really belabor the moment, can he?]

...Thank you.

[he won't refute looking a goddamn mess, so he'll just offer thanks and move to Emery's side, giving the case in front of him a side-eye.

pocket dimension...in a case...?]

[The thanks earns Zel a nod from Tantabel. Emery steps into the trunk, and from his perspective it feels less like jumping into the room and more like the room rises up to surround him. It's a tad disorienting, and when he looks up he can see the square-shaped hole in the ceiling a few feet above him.

Emery shuffles back, careful not to bump into any of the shelves behind him.]

Come on, it's safe.

["It certainly is!" quoth Tantabel.]

[Zel has to put a hand against a wall or a shelf for a brief moment despite the request to not touch anything, if only to keep from toppling over from the weird, disorienting sensation that hits him. it's brief, at least...

until he tilts his head up and sees the warped perspective - the god in the sky being the view of a goblin's nostrils.

weird.

he blinks, then looks around the space to get a better sense of the small space.]

What kind of enchantment is this?

Some sort of... spatial, sub-plane manipulation? I don't know much about it but I think it's kind of-

[Any further fumbled explanations are abruptly squashed when Tantabel closes the trunk, leaving the two of them in total darkness.]

Ah...

[Emery blinks a few times and realize there's no light for his eyes to adjust to. Welp. More magic it is.]

Lighting.

[With the bright ball of light drifting above their heads, Emery's able to get a better look at their surroundings. The walls, floor, and ceiling appear to be all made of wood of the same kind as the trunk was made out of. No windows or doors can be seen now that the trunk has been shut. As for the contents of the shelves- it's a pantry, so there's an assortment of wooden dishware, herbs, root vegetables, etc.

After looking around for a few moments, Emery glances back at Zel and gives him a tentative smile.]

I guess there are worse places to hide out, right?

[Zel murmurs a faint, affirmative sound, looking about, his eyes lingering on the crates of foodstuffs.

he looks down at his sleeve, where some of the blood has stained the fabric.]

Worse, but...not the best. I don't want to taint their food stores.

[Emery grimaces at the reminder and raises his hand, as if intending to try and wipe some of the blood off. But then he sees the state of his hand and turns it over, looking at the grime from various angles.]

No wonder Tantabel was appalled. Ehe... heh...

[The weak attempt at laughter dies almost as soon as it comes out, as Emery just winds up staring at the blood on Zel's face and clothes. Unable to speak around a peculiar lump in his throat.]

[the sound of Emery's discontent is practically palpable, especially in this space where the air doesn't seem to move. Zel lifts his gaze from the plants to Emery himself, scanning his expression.

...he looks very troubled. considering the circumstances, not a bad thing. and it's kind of hard to be reassuring while a mess himself, right?

Zel hesitates, then finally sheathes his sword, freeing his hands up to grab a length of his cape, bunching it up until he reaches the damp end of it.]

You'll...have to tell me where to wipe off. Unless there's a mirror in here.

It's mostly on your face. Kind of- here.

[Emery gestures towards the left side of Zel's face. He gives Zel a few moments to at least try and get clean(ish) while Emery fidgets in silence before he finally blurts out an apology.]

I'm- I'm sorry about this. Really.

[He blinks several times, feeling an ominous sting in his eyes. Goddamn, he can't just start crying on Zel right now, he's not the one who got his face ripped up! But the growing shame of having endangered Zel like this, however unknowingly, is threatening to swallow him whole.]

What-?

[he stops mid-scrub, eyes getting big as he sees Emery's watering up. there's an inherent sense of oh no at that notion - that he's run afoul of something he missed, since tears are almost always, always bad (right?).]

You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who got jumped, but not because you did something to make that happen...

[beat.]

This isn't...even the worst I've ever had.

[it's KIND OF true, given he's been actively dead before.

...also he has no concept of how heinous his injury looks; that might change his tune slightly.]

Right... That spring guardian wasn't exactly Dark Lord caliber.

[Emery offers Zel a weak smile, still doing his best to not start crying with, uh, mixed success. His eyes are definitely very shiny right now and it's not solely due to the fey reflective quality.]

But I'm still the one who dragged you into here assuming you'd be totally fine. I should have thought things through more.

[He's normally the first one to go que sera, sera about troublesome situations, but it's one thing to get himself in a fix, it's another thing to drag somebody he cares about into one.

He blinks a few more furious times and scrubs at the corner of his eye with one hand, leaving a smear of dirt on his cheek.]

[matter-of-factly:] You don't have the core strength to drag me anywhere.

[he knows that's not what Emery means, but the point still stands, and it stands while he starts to move to wipe at that dirt, double-taking at the blood smears on his cape, and sighs.]

And in any case, there was no way I was letting you come alone. Wherever it is...we go together, right?

[his eyes stay downcast in saying that, a bit hesitant to look up and perhaps see regret in that expression Emery's wrestling with.]

[Emery scoffs a little at that remark. He gets what Zel is driving at but still! Still.

It's the next bit that's tricky. Wherever, together... it sounds kind of serious, doesn't it? Emery swallows. He still feels like he screwed up, but he can't bring himself to properly deny what Zelgadis is saying.

Emery's already said something similar himself, after all.]

...Right. We're a team. Ev- even if the situation's ridiculous.

[Although as far as Emery's concerned, he prefers the maid outfit sort of ridiculous over the ridiculousness of getting jumped by a violent water fairy that looks like a horrible frog gibbon thing.]

[to be fair, Zel prefers those outfits, too.

he makes himself look back at Emery's face, trying to discern his expression without succumbing to the little doubts and fears that he's prone to in assuming the worst at his own expense.]

Having second thoughts?

[is this the point where it's not worth toting a chimera around?]

[And Emery in turn stares at Zel, brow furrowed as he tries to figure out if there's any subtext there he needs to pick up on.]

Are you?

[Apart from the scrutiny, Emery's expression is still kind of. Wibbly, overall, though he's holding it together. He can't deny that he's worried, however. Worried that Zel's hurt more than he already appears, that they might run into something even more dangerous later down the line that Emery hasn't anticipated, that Zel's going to hate the fae realm from now on and will only tolerate it out of chivalry towards Emery.

Zel doesn't have to love the fae realm or prefer it to the human one or anything like that, but if he decides he hates it, what will that mean for the two of them?]

No. [he says so quickly, without a flicker in his expression; that comes belatedly.] But I asked you.

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