Red the Ambivalent

As oblivious as she was, it was easy for her to not notice the man approaching her with his beautiful steed. Lost in her own thoughts of worry and panic, she found herself being bumped into with just enough force to nearly tip her over and while flailing her hands to attempt to catch her balance, felt the apple fling away from her grasp. Managing to not fall on her arse, her eyes caught the apple in mid air just before a hand snatched it, causing the culprit of her apple losing to fall to the ground at her feet. Mouth slightly agape and eyes wide, it was her nature to believe it was her fault that the man had bumped into her, pale cheeks flushing with a pink tint in embarrassment. "Oh! I'm so, so sorry!" Morgan reached out a hand to offer him a hand back to his feet, since she couldn't offer him anything else to apologize for the mishap. It was how she had come to be so broke, most every time something happened she took the blame and shoved coin in the hands of whomever it was she had 'wronged'. Where sure it made her feel better about herself, she knew in the back of her mind it was a really bad idea, considering it left her without any type of money to try to manage in this strange place. After helping him get to his feet, Morgan couldn't help but turn her gaze to the horse standing calmly to the side, a beautiful animal if she'd ever seen one. Losing her apologetic train of thought like a child in the presence of candy, the Warhammer carrying woman broke out in a smile as she admired the beast. "Such a pretty animal, she seems to be really fond of you." Suddenly, remembering her apple, she turned back to the man and plucked it from his hand if he had offered it back, using a cleaner part of her shirt to wipe it off. "Really, I'm sorry. I was in the way. Are you okay?"

There was a strange scent in the air, one that was familiar yet foreign at the same time. The red haired demoness stopped in her tracks, crimson eyes darting around the not so busy street in search for the source of the odd smell. Just up ahead there was a few small vendors, and what looked to be a small bit of shouting by angry people. Intriguing, Mel squinted and looked closer at the scene, only to spot another demon walking away from the commotion. Just then she heard clanking metal and boots on cobble behind her in what sounded like a quick succession of guards moving in. A sly grin spread on her face, listening carefully and timing it just right....Her tail swooped low, a few inches off the ground just as a trio of guards were about to run right past her, all three of them were caught unaware as the appendage held fast and sent them crashing to the ground. A slew of cursing from them as she worked to untangle themselves and an innocent look from the fiery woman, she quickly turned her attention to the male that was heading her way. "You know, you reek of mischief, but I imagine you can do much better than eating from a food cart without paying." With that, the woman started towards him, leaving the pile of plate armor and cursing behind while the guards still struggled to entangle themselves from each other. "I'm pretty fluent in these parts, I bet you I can find something much more worth your time...."

Morgan was definitely not in Kansas anymore. Terrenus, although she'd been in the continent for awhile now, roaming aimlessly, was still foreign in every way. The white haired, hammer wielding mage was intending to find someplace colder to take up roots, but she hadn't gotten very far in her journey yet. Hiking along one of the main roads, she'd seen a caravan heading down a fork, and with a well worn road she felt there must have been a city close by. Her feet hurt and she looked disheveled as hell, the heavy hammer only getting more difficult to carry on her back the longer she walked. The nice couple in one of the wagons offered her a ride, and being the kind person she was Morgan had ended up giving them her last copper coin in thanks. Everything about her screamed cold. From the ice blue eyes, short white curly hair, pale skin, light blue shirt and dark pants, and not to mention the terrible smell of perspiration. She needed a shower. She needed money to rent a room. Who was going to be so kind as to offer a stinky, dirty young woman anything of the sort? The ride down the smooth dirt road was pleasant, minus the ache in her feet as they hung off the backside of the wagon. Her hammer leaned up against a few stacked crates inside, and even though her spirit seemed low...She was smiling. The world was so new along with the odd sensation of magic coursing through her, everything was actually pretty new considering only last year she'd left home worlds away where she'd been stowed away in an anti-magic city. Coming to a smooth stop, the couple mentioned something about setting up their small goods shop in the center of the market, and if she needed a right out they would be there until an hour before sundown. Tossing an apple her way, Morgan was left shrugging the large hammer over her shoulder with the makeshift leather strap crossing over her chest to keep it in place. Taking a crunchy bite of the apple, the woman stood awkwardly while looking around with a lost expression. There had to be an Inn around, she was in dire need of a shower and a hot meal. @carrionjackal

Good job! Thanks again for taking up a quest, I should be getting around to updating all of them soon.

It was getting hot, almost too hot even for a demoness. Was she getting soft? Heat didn't bother her, but for some reason she was finding her infernal meat suite was sweating. Wrinkling her nose at herself while she lifted her arm to check under her armpit, the black t-shirt had a more noticeably black stain of perspiration. The sun was high, around mid day, and it was sure to warm up a few more degrees by the end of it. Didn't she hear Red had created some sort of psionic tech system? Could there be air conditioning here?! The thought brought a smile to her dark red painted lips, her sluggish gait along the cobble sidewalk picking up slightly with more vigor, a bit more life. She was terribly bored though, her daughter was still with her father, who still refused to leave the musty, old lair they called home. Sure it was safe! That with hellhounds somehow finding them whenever they went out, which was totally her husbands' fault. With them there, and her here keeping an eye out on the Queen, knowing how much trouble the woman tended to get herself into, Emelesa found herself missing trouble. Before her daughter she was constantly in trouble, causing mischief, doing the things that demons do best! But here...Here she hadn't caused any trouble. She mulled around in the shadows, floating here and there, checking on everything to make sure the troublesome blonde was safe...Yet she wasn't doing any trouble causing. It was madness! She was known enough here, her face popped up from time to time, Red had told the guards and most of the staff about her, she had special privileges. Mel could stir the pot around the Keep, liven this quiet city up. Red wasn't here so she could slip the guards if they wouldn't turn an eye, if she could manage to not be so out of her element. The demoness had fire red hair with a very distinguishable black stripe running from her bangs on one side, her draconic looking tail was like...A mile long...At least she felt like it was. Three horns on her head, crimson eyes like their queen? And she didn't wear shoes. She stuck out like a sore thumb. "I've gotta find something to do...Damn Cas and his 'safe home' crap. He should be here with me." It was a lot of mumbling and talking to herself, with the awkward facial expressions to accompany. She was just...Bored. @Rin

Sounds good! I've got em started, I'll see about getting them posted in the morning before work.

I'm going to start working on posts tonight, @Rin @carrionjackal. Unless there is anything you guys want to straighten out beforehand?

That my response times have been garbage? I ain't got nothing to hide, just working to better my writing again. @Bardic Knowledge

>__> I'm no man. But they don't :D

Curiosity! Nothing more. I am here to watch.

He looks pretty awesome! Two demons running around would be a blast to write. They could be quite the interesting duo, she's pretty much the most innocent you can get. Sheltered as a child due to the knowledge her parents had of her powers, she only had recently left home and found out she had magic abilities, and knows nothing of the world. My response times have been ass lately, but since I've got my computer up and running I've been putting in a few posts a week. Which is a huge upgrade.

...Fair enough.

I'm sober! And I slept way too long. You go back to bed. D:<

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Her profile is in my signature, although it's not put together well and definitely not finished. If you want to do shenanigans with my mage I will have an open spot for you! Casual Rp is basically all I got in me right now. Although I've been making several posts a week lately, so I shouldn't leave you hanging forever.