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Damage At a Touch: These 2hu's are just too much (ACTION Semi-open)
With the elections coming at a month's time, it was time to do what Ted could to make himself look good. That this also meant the justice and protection of Everglade was a beloved coincidence. It was time to hit pavement, and try to see what others saw.
Said others were not especially helpful. For starters, the citizens had yet to get over his rulings, treating Ted less than amicably. For another, Everglade just wasn't a friendly city. The reports were conflicted, disagreeing with the bounty's mood. Some said it was wicked glee; others claimed the mystery destroyer wept, as if the explosions were hounding her.
The only two constants he gathered were a sex, and some unusual wings. One described them as "Stupid Christmas bulbs hung stupidly on a stupid black frame. Stupid." He'd even asked his Trevenant if the woods had anything to say. It happily shook its head, trying to convey that while it was having a great time traveling, its powers don't work that way.
Stranger still was the date that the events took place; same as the mass hysteria in Fayren. Ted leaned towards the events being unrelated; that would mean that the victim who made a victim of his city traveled the length of two Archways for the trouble.
So-armed with little to go on, Ted was tempted to throw in the towel. Who would be mean spirited enough to blow up the city for no reason? Where would something like that even come from?
...Castlevania. Well, it was worth a shot. He made his way to Everglade's most contentious of neighbors, traveling through the forest and walking across the massive drawbridge. Ted had spent enough time in Everglade to grow calloused to spooky things, but the place still unnerved him a little. This owed largely to his plans to destroy the entire thing, and the recognition that its owner likely meant a similar fate for Ted. This was also his first time coming without an invitation. He made sure to take every precaution, letting his deputies know where he's going, and setting up his recorders and devices to make sure anything untoward would find its way swiftly to the world wide web.
Indeed, it was not so much fear that stopped him as awkwardness. What would he even say to the brute that called this place home? "Hi, this is your local Guardian. Got any bulb-winged trouble makers on the premises?" Was there a doorbell for him to ring? Or would he have to start slaying scores of undead just to find someone to talk to? For such a large castle, Ted sincerely felt it needed at least some kind of greeter. He prodded and waited, looking for some way to start this bizarre adventure with a minimum of fuss.
Said others were not especially helpful. For starters, the citizens had yet to get over his rulings, treating Ted less than amicably. For another, Everglade just wasn't a friendly city. The reports were conflicted, disagreeing with the bounty's mood. Some said it was wicked glee; others claimed the mystery destroyer wept, as if the explosions were hounding her.
The only two constants he gathered were a sex, and some unusual wings. One described them as "Stupid Christmas bulbs hung stupidly on a stupid black frame. Stupid." He'd even asked his Trevenant if the woods had anything to say. It happily shook its head, trying to convey that while it was having a great time traveling, its powers don't work that way.
Stranger still was the date that the events took place; same as the mass hysteria in Fayren. Ted leaned towards the events being unrelated; that would mean that the victim who made a victim of his city traveled the length of two Archways for the trouble.
So-armed with little to go on, Ted was tempted to throw in the towel. Who would be mean spirited enough to blow up the city for no reason? Where would something like that even come from?
...Castlevania. Well, it was worth a shot. He made his way to Everglade's most contentious of neighbors, traveling through the forest and walking across the massive drawbridge. Ted had spent enough time in Everglade to grow calloused to spooky things, but the place still unnerved him a little. This owed largely to his plans to destroy the entire thing, and the recognition that its owner likely meant a similar fate for Ted. This was also his first time coming without an invitation. He made sure to take every precaution, letting his deputies know where he's going, and setting up his recorders and devices to make sure anything untoward would find its way swiftly to the world wide web.
Indeed, it was not so much fear that stopped him as awkwardness. What would he even say to the brute that called this place home? "Hi, this is your local Guardian. Got any bulb-winged trouble makers on the premises?" Was there a doorbell for him to ring? Or would he have to start slaying scores of undead just to find someone to talk to? For such a large castle, Ted sincerely felt it needed at least some kind of greeter. He prodded and waited, looking for some way to start this bizarre adventure with a minimum of fuss.