Event Start!

[genpcs]

Your New Best Friend

As many people know, Old Everglade is largely abandoned and for good reason. New Everglade may have a lot of current residents, but the deeper into Old Everglade you get, well… the more off-kilter and less controllable things get. It’s why most NPCs won’t tread there nowadays unless they really need something.

A teenage boy by the name of Thomas is worried for his sick grandmother. His grandmother is terminally ill and, though taken care of at Everglade’s Nightingale Care Institution, is likely not to make it through to the new year and told him about a childhood toy she had back when she used to live in Old Everglade. For this reason, Thomas ventured into Everglade’s abandoned areas and found the toy- this doll seems to have made friends, however, and in chasing it it led him to a very, very old bridge. The bridge was rickety, barely standing, but determined to see his grandmother smile one last time, Thomas persevered.

This was not the best idea Thomas has ever had. Crossing the bridge broke a series of seals that had been placed onto the bridge to cordon off an island known as the Isle of Doll. Thomas’s grandmother’s doll had been from outside of it and had been coaxed into bringing a human there to break the seal so they could become true friends, and in doing so released the dolls from the island. Though the island was small, it was filled with hundreds of abandoned dolls, all lining the edge of the island. They move in jerky, rickety movements as if they should not be moving at all. And now they’re out, and they’re coming to Everglade to find new friends. Forever friends. Friends that won’t ever, ever be able to leave them. Ever again.

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PROMPTS

A. Newfound Friend
This doll just bonded with you. It may not be the best-looking buddy you've ever made, but it's following you around now. It looks like other people are having similar issues. Maybe you should bond with someone over this experience? Or.. try various ways to get rid of it? If you can...

B. Black Market
If you're looking for ways to get rid of a doll, it isn't exactly standard fare for the old man and the Rabbit's Foot. This isn't a common problem! Maybe you should check over at the black market? You know, that weird alleyway you know is there but you know better than to go to... hopefully you won't run into any trouble. Or-- oh my god, is that guy trying to sell you a shrunken head? How is that supposed to help?

C. The Rabbit's Foot
Okay, you tried the Rabbit's Foot after all. And it is packed. Maybe there aren't any anti-doll spells hanging around, but that isn't stopping people from taking advantage of the sale on exorcism sage. Careful not to get trampled! Maybe it's a good place to hear rumors about how to get rid of these guys?

D. Dollhouse
One of Everglade's premier estates has been broken into.. and probably for good reason. After hearing a rumor about the dolls just wanting new friends, people have been trying to break into the Dollhouse Estate and.. well, it's really only been making things worse. (While the lock is broken and rumors are afloat, feel free to have your character wander in and interact with the house's apparent curse however you please.)

E. Ever After
Some people had a different idea about how to deal with these dolls. A pack of werewolves in Everglade decided that they were going to join them in holy matrimony. That way they'll never be alone, right!? Join the werewolves at one of Everglade's chapels to try to marry your doll to another doll... just be careful the dolls themselves don't get any ideas.

F. Who you gonna call?
The E-X-Terminators are on the case! Or not. If you're the heroic type, you might want to help out a team of exterminators that got trapped in a sewer by a pack of dolls that they tried to burn to a crisp as a means of getting rid of them. Save them Obi-wan Kenobi, you're their only hope! (Or save any party of NPCs that seems to have gotten caught up trying to get rid of a bunch of dolls intent on keeping them where they can never leave them.)

G. Isle of Doll
Look at you! You made it to the dolls' spawning ground, so to speak. Now's your chance to help the doll rest back on the island by bringing a new friend for them to play with. We don't recommend using one of the Dollhouse's dolls, since they'll head right back home. Be careful of ghosts and other grudgely hauntings on the island though- they were there for a while, and things might get spooky.

H. Wildcard!
You're always welcome to come up with your own top levels, these are just some things happening around Everglade to get you going!

[ ooc info post for easy reference! ]

Comments

Teen Doll Squad - Limited to 4! See Notes!

[sailor_v]

[A squad of four little dolls, all female, made their way over the bridge together. They had a plan in mind, and they knew what kind of forever friends they wanted to seek out. The first had ringlets of curly dark hair that had become scraggly and wild, the cats-eye glasses cracked on the left lens, wearing a tent of a dress. She was easily the ugliest one of the bunch. The second had a long mane of frizz and baggy clothes that had probably belonged to a boy doll, and had the unmistakable scent of Grandma lingering around her. The third looked to be wearing cute and trendy (albeit very dirty) clothes with coiffed blonde hair. But her face was gone. It had long ago cracked and crumbled off, leaving a hollow half of a head. And the last, easily the ringleader of the group, wore stained cheerleader clothes with pom-poms attached to her hands. One of her pigtails had been cut too short. It was she who told the other dolls where to go, and where to meet up once they had their new boyfriends.]

[Each would shyly stalk follow the boy of their choice through the streets, peeking at them from around corners, giggling and running away if discovered. Naturally the boys weren't allowed to leave Everglade, and would find any attempt to slip through the gate completely impeded. Then they would wait for each one to fall asleep before clambering up onto their chests and cramming a chloroform-soaked cloth over their faces before dragging them away with surprising brutish strength.]

[Each of their victims would wake up tied to a chair in the Everglade chapel, moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. They would be wearing ill-fitting tuxedos or, if he was really unlucky, a dusty old wedding gown with bright make-up smeared onto his face.]

[The cheerleader doll toddles out, wearing a tiny veil and holding a bunch of weeds in her pom-pom hands. The others are doing the same, though the ugly one with the glasses just has a paper bag on her head.]

Hey gang! Are you ready to look so married?
Aight!
Aight!
Aight.

[The organ starts to play the wedding march all by itself. Time for a big group wedding!]

[OOC: Limited to just four male participants, who will soon be rescued by Sailor Venus. Pick which doll is in love with your character, first come first chosen! Let me know if you want them to join in the fight or just be resigned to sit tied up in a chair until it's over.]

Going with the first doll who was described

[mynameisallen]

[This really was not the first time Allen had found himself tied to a chair and now he thought of it more, he wondered if this perhaps would not be the last time either. Seemingly a little bit out of it, Allen couldn't help but take a look around and see where his kidnapper had dragged him off to only to spot where he was.

What on earth was going on? He hadn't a clue. All he knew now that he was looking down was he had been changed... This was enough to cause him to react.]

Eh?!?! When did this happen...Who...Why?

[He kind of didn't want to know at this moment in time before as he admitedly was more than a little worried about the whole situation now. By the time he heard the music his face dropped. Was he seeing what he thought he was? Well, it wasn't the time to panic, it was time to attempt an escape as he watched ringlets of dark hair coming over to him.

It was a doll that much was obvious at first sight. But why and why were they coming towards him?]

Not to sound rude but... Uh... What am I doing here?

[The doll didn't seem to be answering his question. No instead it seemed to want to put its small hand on his mouth in order to just keep him quiet for a moment. Time to get on with the ceremony.]

No-Face Doll

[rejected_trash]

[Sync didn't have the answers he wanted. What he had instead was a ratty wedding gown that he was shrug split a seam as he struggled.

The real horror here was not the dolls nor the chair, it was the makeup, and what a blessing he couldn't see it. Lipstick so red it look like his face had been gashed opened smeared across his lips and up to one ear and eye shadow that looked more like he'd been through a bar brawl coupled with milk-white foundation. To add insult to injury they had let his hair down so he resembled a certain person he really didn't like, so they could rest a veil on his head that was so yellowed he can barely see through it allows him to glance and see he's face to face with a doll he thought he had seen several times that day.

Hearing the word marriage is enough to prompt him into action even as that hollow void of a face is staring him down. The doll did her homework however, and he's bound so tightly he can't even flex a muscle, and he suspects Everglade playing additional trickery here.

The wood begins groaning in protest, but he is stuck fast, too tied to even stamp a foot.]

Only the most attractive doll for Adachi

[adachi_did_nothing_wrong]

[bitches and whores!]

[Just his luck; before he'd even had a chance to make his life a little less shitty, he was told by Genessia PD that they weren't hiring him based on a past incident. He'd been there before and apparently indulged in his boredom then, too, unaware that he'd be screwing his future self out of opportunities or something.

Long story short, if he wasn't intent on killing people before, he was now. Purely out of morbid curiosity, he wandered to where they suggested he work instead just to see if it was as horrible as it sounded.

It was. He'd been so pissed off that his usually acute senses didn't alert him to the doll who'd gotten the jump on him with the chloroform rag: an old favorite. Namatame would be impressed. Now he's gagged and bound in a chair, watching three hideous toys conspire to...marry him?

Guess that's the kind of girl who ever would. More shitty luck. He's contemplating just how much he wants to let loose with the other witnesses involved, when suddenly-!]

Andrea Hendricks - OTA

[coldstar]

[ Go to Everglade, they said. There's free chocolates so it will be fun they said... Namur also made it sound so cool, like a city for badasses, so she couldn't help but be curious to see Everglade for herself! So now she's stuck here, just when she's getting used to the idea of this world's weirdness. ]

A

[ If you're ever around near the outskirts of New Everglade, you might hear the sound of unusual gunshots and the voice of a woman shouting ]

EAT SOME IONIZED PARTICLES, YOU LITTLE SHIT!

[ Andrea screamed at the doll that staggers her way, freaking out like she's in a horror movie. But shooting like a maniac like she's in a Western. Finding herself cornered and the doll keeping up with her and is shielded by some force-field somehow, because that's not creepy enough. ]

ARGH! GOOD LORD, LEAVE ME ALONE!

A - 2

[ Cutting to some time afterwards, Andrea can be seen at a bench near the town's center. She's having a drink with her doll that's sitting next to her. She's seen with a bright smile as she puts a little stetson hat on her doll friend to complete their cowgirl look ]

There ya go! Now you're for sure gonna be a hit with the lads! I'll call you... hm, Jessie! How's that for a name? Pretty awesome, huh?

[ She even smirks and fist-bumps her doll, seemingly comfortable with it now than earlier. Maybe she lost her mind, or just found some compassion for the spirit that's occupying the doll. Wanna find out? ]

H

[ Just picking one prompt for now, but I'm open to others if we hash some things out a little beforehand so I don't overwhelm myself. Send me a PM or hit me up on Plurk to discuss things! ]

Konoka Konoe | Open!

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[ This wasn't the first time Konoka had been kidnapped in Everglade. Why did Everglade hate her so much?

The dissolution of Heals on Wheels meant no one was on the healing job in Everglade. And the only person remotely familiar with it, Konoka had to make some time to visit it in between Fayren guardian duties. Well, fortunately she enjoys healing so it's not like busywork, but she wished it wasn't just her wandering around the place where Dracula's minions used to roam freely. Maybe things would be better since he's gone.

Why would Everglade want Konoka to have nice things?! She noticed there were crazed dolls about, all of them focused on following people, stalking them, and generally being creepy, unkillable nuisances. And then one of them noticed her. This doll was a blonde with half chipped glasses, a dirty white dress, and a white, wide-brimmed hat. It held a long knife much like someone would hold a sword. It reminded her of a very creepy stalker back at home, and the fact that this doll managed to look so familiar despite not being as near as decayed was testament to said creepiness.

She spent the better half of a couple of days fleeing. Her gem that let her warp worlds didn't work. Kicking the doll into a lake didn't work, it just came back wet. One of the people she healed, a werewolf woman, told her about a marriage ceremony their group was going to perform and try to get the dolls to go home. That couldn't hurt, right? It was better than trying to make it to some island and making things worse!

Unfortunately, the creeper doll, henceforth known as Tsukuyomi Jr., had her own ideas. Konoka had been looking in the back of the cathedral for some possible aid when she found herself running face first into a chloroform soaked rag. The surprise attack had been enough to knock her unconscious.

When Konoka came to again, she felt a little odd. Attempting to stretch made her realize that her wrists were stuck together, and she got a face full of old, dusty plastic flowers. She might have sneezed... had she not had some cloth stuck in her mouth. ]

Mmmm?!

[ She blinked, opening her eyes and finding herself in a white wedding dress. Well, a white, thin dress that seemed pretty, if fairly old, but also very tightly cut that her legs had no means of spreading. Her wrists were bound by some thick but clear tape to a bouquet of plastic flowers. Her hair was (admittedly roughly) done up, her face shrouded in a veil. ]

Mmm!

[ Whoever else was here seemed to be oblivious, as they were scrambling for preparing a ceremony. None of Konoka's bindings were visible from a distance, so no one was going to help her! She squirmed and tried to pull free of her binds, and that was when the doll made itself present again, hopping on her lap. ]

Finally! All these stupid werecreatures and OTHER humans thinking I'll be satisfied by any old doll. But I want YOU! And now you're gonna be mine~. Hehehehehehehe~

[ Konoka's scream wasn't heard by anyone except that gleeful doll on her lap. ]

[[She needs a rescue, or at least help escaping!]]

OTA

[memortalized]

A. Her New Friend

[At first, Memo didn't even notice. She had already forgotten picking up a cute doll in Everglade, intending to bring it home to Baldur. Occasionally she would notice the doll following her, forget it, and then notice it again. It's after a cycle of the doll failing to get her attention that Memo turns around and sees that the doll has a knife now.

She tilts her head, confused.]

... That is not child friendly. [Like an idiot, she walks over to remove the knife. Someone might want to pull Memo back before her doll friend cuts her.]

OTA

[singinghuntress]

A.

[At first, Rip wasn't paying much attention to the doll that seemed to mysteriously appear whenever she turned a corner or appeared just out of the corner of her eye at times. What an annoying thing...

She kept moving through Everglade, escorting a client from point A to point B and once her task was done, she started back towards Jolly Eddy's. That's when she started to get annoyed as the doll kept creeping closer and closer...

Gunshots can be heard ringing out in an alley not far from the Warehouse accompanied by the dying giggles of the doll in question.... If anyone needs a doll shot to pieces, Rip was more than willing.]

[bloodandwhiskey]

[ Dealing with his own horrifying doll, Cassidy had found his way to the Everglade area. He's still very unsure about the whole affair, but the sound of gunfire does pique his interest, particularly after having punted his doll some distance away only for it to come back at an alarming speed he wasn't comfortable with. If someone is able to actually dispatch their doll, maybe they can help him as well?

Hurrying as fast as he can away from his creepy little friend toward the sound, Cassidy grew a little concerned. ]

Everyone all right over here? Heard gunshots.

[greatestgood]

[Most would run away from gunshots. Gellert Apparates to them.]

...having trouble? [He has yet to see the doll, but he does look damn amused that she is taking aim at something...or someone?] Did you hit it?

OTA

[li_amaranth]

A. Newfound Friend
[Li had been hunting in Everglade when she realized something strange brush against her senses. A doll..? What the hell? Was that thing following her? The cursed Kelpie is attempting to ignore the doll that's following her...

It's not working very well considering how on edge she seems to be.]

B. Black Market
[In her attempt to get rid of the doll following her, Li might have stumbled into the Black Market and immediately regrets it as she's bombarded by people either trying to sell her things..or ones attempting to grab at her once they recognize what she is.

More than enough are offering money for hair or some part of her for some nefarious purposes to make the kelpie forget about the Doll for a moment and just trying to get herself out of the alley as soon as possible...]

B

[greatestgood]

[She deserves a rescue. Gellert waves his hand, sending the sellers jerking backwards to their stalls. Then he wraps an arm around her shoulders, smiling as if he is on a content stroll.]

You always cause a stir, lady.

Kirika Yuumura | Closed

[carrythesin]

[Closed to Shi.]

[Kirika was told not to venture the Everglades by herself, she knew that well enough. But when she was requested to deliver flowers there, then that was another issue. What was more strange was, when she did deliver to the address, she was knocked out from the back somehow...

When she woke up, her head was throbbing. By the time she finally came around, she found herself on the aisle of a chapel. Kirika held her head trying to shake off the heavy migraine. She then noticed something about her shirt, and gave it a light tug. Studying the fabric, it came to her attention she was wearing a fine female tuxedo.

She looked around to see what else was going on. Okay werewolves and... something was clamped on her back, her shoulder to be exact. As she turned her head to investigate well, there it was, a dolls face right in front of her's.]

'Hi. We're going to be the best of friends, and mates!'

[UMM.... Kirika slapped the doll off her, scooting herself on the ground and away from it.]


[Closed to Seth.]

[Eventually Kirika was separated from Shi and knocked out once again. She woke up by the smell of burnt wood and felt the heat of the wind. Why was it so hot? She couldn't move her arms, her wrists felt they were restrained, and her ankles too. Where ever she was, she was bounded to something, her back was against a hard wood.

When she finally came around, Kirika opened her eyes slowly and saw a small blaze of fire. Kirika was bounded to a stake with dry wood around her, slowly being eaten by the fire itself. Beyond the blaze was the same female doll from earlier, who put her in a suit for the wedding, which she was still wearing. The doll laughed.]

'Together forever~ Let the sinner burn, tuck her ashes under the pillow~'

[Kirika tried to tug her arms, alternating left and right. Nothing budged. Flames burst from the wood, spreading fast. Kirika isn't one to plea for her own life, she merely stared at the doll and heard it's chant. Soon the flames engulfed around her, heat slowly eating her. Kirika tried not to breathe too much, avoiding smoke inhalation, she coughed a couple times. Some flames caught her shoes and pants, Kirika shouted a small yelp. Torture was nothing to her.

When she couldn't find a way to free herself from her binds, Kirika rested her head against the stake, closed her eyes, kept her silent, and accepted her fate. Death would had eventually followed her. Now, she felt apologetic for breaking his promise.]

[unbridledtiger]

[Seth has no idea what's really going on but he'd been swiftly dragged into the chaos. It's as expected. He goes looking for a quiet normal life but that peaceful sort of bliss never lasts long.

Bright golden yellow eyes focus on Kirika as he jumps from his hidden perch and into the flame. He can feel the fire burning his skin, his hair and his clothes but he doesn't pay attention to it. He focuses on the young woman who is tied to the stake and their speedy escape.

The dolls continue to chant their eerie song as Seth's fingers curl around the rope binding Kirika to the stake. There is a flash of golden light and then Seth is gathering Kirika into his arms and pulling free of the flames. He looks a little worse for wear but Seth can use magic to mend himself later, he's more worried about the young woman in his arms.]

Kirika. Wake up.

We have to get out of here.

OTA

[prismaticdestruction]

[If anything, Flandre was always interested in trusting people..or objects that was happy to tell her things. That's something this doll was happy to tell the vampire things she wanted to hear and anything to keep Flandre close.]

I won't leave you...I promise! I'll be your Beeeest friend!

You will, honest?

Of course! I would never lie to you!

[But Flandre has been staying close and hiding out and about to keep her friend a secret..but not very well. Given that the doll outbreak was fairly well known at some point. She is easy to find....wings and her giggles while chatting with her 'Friend']

[scarlet_devil]

[ Well. Hopefully she won't run into an overprotective big sister by accident? ]

[micancion]

Wildcard (closed to Imelda)

"H-hey. Give that back!"

He'd tried running out of the swamp but, well! It was a little difficult to manage when a tiny little, creepy doll had grabbed his one good leg. At least there were trees to cling to as he tried to hop after the...muñeca. Really, he was chasing a living doll. There was some sort of bad story there but for now he was just worried over how far from the better side of Everglade they were getting.

"Ay, come on! I can't run that well! Get back here, mugrocita!" His communicator falls and he sighs, stopping to pick it up just as the doll decides the game is done and starts after him.

He grips the communicator tight enough to turn on, the last message he'd been looking at clicking and opening an video call to Imelda. "L-look, skeleton's make horrible dolls. Who can pay with something that might...break!" The last word was more of a yelp than a word.

video

[la_matrona]

A whirlwind of emotions goes through her at Hector's sudden voice. Irritation, fear, that ever present ache, a light feeling of almost relief and happiness that is quickly overtaken by everything else as the past crushes it in a tidal wave of knowing what it is and refusing to acknowledge anything that it isn't, nor wanting it to be different because she was too old and too dead to want anything.

Also coupled with the irritation that this idiota seemed to be in trouble. Again. How was he always in trouble. She put a hand on her hip and glared at the screen which showed her.. not much.

"What is going on."

( closed to solas )

[invigorates]

[ Lioriley's ever present desire for adventure and newfound knowledge had led her into danger more than once in her life. This time, however, that danger was something stranger than even she was used to — something she wasn't entirely certain how to fight; or if she should fight it at all.

Everglade was... odd, obviously. That was part of the reason she had wanted to go there in the first place. Odd, old, and full of secrets — it practically called to her to explore it. When she had gone, though, she had been unaware of the dangers of the dolls that had freed themselves from their isle. She had not seen any until she arrived; and the first she did wasn't all that unpleasant. Desperate for attention, following her around. And she let it.

But more came. Their chants of wanting friendship more malicious than lonely as she tried to find her way back to the edge of the city. Everywhere she went they were there, calling her — begging her for attention. We just want to be friends! They would cry and she would have obliged if they weren't so openly aggressive. Tiny hands and claws on her robes, in her hair, yanking her back when she tried to escape. She had shattered a few with a spell, but more came. There were so many.

Now, she was hiding. Huddled up in some abandoned building with her phone to her ear; calling the first person she trusted would come to her side, even if she was terrified of roping him into this madness. ]

Solas? Solas, I need your help. [ It's whispered, trembling. A sharp gasp is heard in the distance; I think I heard her one of the dolls says, giggling madly. ]

[notea]

[He hadn't even had time to say hello or to quip something quick about having found an interesting book underneath some shelf in a library in Fayren before Lior's trembling voice asks for help. Solas is on his feet in an instant.]

...Where are you? —no. Don't speak, send me your location you know how to do that, don't you? [He knew Lior could, more or less, hold her own. However, he'd heard murmers of trouble in Everglade, and he could hear the voices in the distance through the phone.]

I will arrive as soon as I can, stay hidden and quiet.

Jolly Eddy's plus friends!

[om_nom_namur]

[Listen, times got weird. The Gate's aren't working, and people need food and shelter, and Namur will be damned if he doesn't take care of his crew and their mates. The icebox is stocked with whatever the humans said they needed, or brought in on their own, and he managed to wrangle a hot plate and some dishes out of a thrift store, so people have the ability to prepare meals. The desks, chairs, and some of Zoro's left over weights have been repurposed as framework for a massive blanket fort made of, well, blankets. And sleeping bags. And anything else that seemed bedding worthy. There is a VID (Very Important Doll) tent that may offer a few moments of solitary respite. Minerva, the ghost girl who haunts Jolly Eddy's is in there, cooing and singing quiet lullabies to keep her babies happy- she's gathered quite a following, especially considering she never leaves the warehouse. It makes Namur cringe, but what the hell. If they're happy, they aren't murderous, and who could be more doting than an eternal child who never requires sleep?

So kick back, get a drink, let Minerva do a bit of babysitting on your behalf, maybe get some shut eye. The phone has been ringing nonstop, so once again, Jolly Eddy's is short staffed and raking in the dough. Maybe invite your living friends over. Namur's willing to cut a deal, if they're willing to help take some of the workload.]

Re: Jolly Eddy's plus friends!

[singinghuntress]

[Rip wasn't too thrilled about turning their work space, but, she'd deal. She was stuck here just like the rest and it was a bit of a relief to shove her doll at Minerva and get a break from the persistent thing. She assisted where she could and made sure her food supply was separate from that of the humans. The last thing she needed was someone screaming because there was blood in the icebox.

She made her rounds, checking the entrances and manning the phones. As always they were understaffed. Which meant she was in and out taking jobs in the evening to try and alleviate some of the work stress while people practically shoved money at them. It seemed like Rip was constantly on the go, never pausing for long and.. again, not sleeping.

Rip didn't pause unless someone made her.. someone might want to make her. Or at least distract her a little.

Pretty Princess Tea Party

[sanguine_kismet]

'Marth' hardly made their way over to Everglade, and to make matters worse they weren't able to return home either. Which was exasperating to say the least, especially when they had to call out from their job because of the circumstances. It wasn't long until a friend made themselves known to them. It was a better-looking doll with curled auburn ringlets wearing a dress and apron that only seemed a little frayed at the bottom.

The youth tried to ignore the doll which was ultimately their downfall.

When they finally came to, they were in a matching dress with the doll (a bit small) that had started following them, hair in loose curls, and mask missing as they were sitting at a long table with the dolls and other unfortunate guests. They could see their mask and Falchion along with other weapons tied around the tree with twine. Unwavering eyes were on them.

Here we go!

[tipmyscales]

It had been a while since 'Marth' had been around any of their old haunts. After getting regular messages on her device about the masked youth's whereabouts, they simply stopped after a certain point in the day. Her last messages included something urgent involving Everglade...

As a comrade, Robin had went through most of the normal possibilities: delayed response, lost, bad reception, but those didn't really match up. It had taken her some time to find the missing Lucina's general whereabouts in Everglade and bothering the locals seemed to point all evidence towards a very haunted-looking wilderness outside the city proper, a place she'd heard was full of troublesome monsters and odd spirits not unlike the Risen.

...And even further still, into the wilderness beyond Everglade's unhallowed halls lay the evidence of her quarry. The Tactician nearly stumbles over a discarded boot and notices a few scraps of blue fabric, as if someone was under attack. Then footprints, some large and some small. And then, just the small ones. The tearing and dragged path through the underbrush would suggest a struggle.

Robin presses on to find the culprit, watching for hints that might lead her closer. Nothing would happen to her child, her charge. Not on her watch.

Re: aww yiss

[fell_reincarnation]

"Quite the tea party." A male voice called, stepping around the tree with a doll tucked under his arm. Both were hooded, and given the quality of the doll's hood, likely freshly acquired. Given he had a captive audience, and no falchion ready turn on him, Grima was in a very pleased mood.

"Even more admirable you dressed for the part. I'm sure you had assistance." The only issue was, Falchion's scabbard wasn't in sight, which meant he couldn't even take the sword to keep it from being a threat.