Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170124024658

Cyndwella appears in an alleyway in a burst. She dusts her skirt off and begins walking towards the Black Stallion.

{So much for trying to taste unsolicited fear...I coulda given the girl sweet dreams. Who wouldn't want some after what she's been through? It's been so long since I've had a taste of genuine, lingering horror that I...}

Uncharacteristically, she trips over a small bundle in the alleyway and falls face first into a snowbank, yelping in alarm. Surprisingly, the bundle yelps as well. Together, the little bundle and the snow-covered Wisp emerge from their respective piles and look at each other.

"What in---oh. It's you." Cyndwella looks at the bundle and sneers.

The small bundle has now emerged as Emily Hex, unravelling from a burlap blanket she had wrapped herself in. "Wh...what? Who..?" She peeks out at Cyndwella and gets a look of apology. "Oh...sorry. I didn't see you.  I was trying to sleep."

"The fuck for? You work in the flophouse across the street!"

"Not any more," she says miserably. "I got busted for moonlighting when I went to deliver my letter to you. Now I don't have a job." She pulls the burlap blanket over herself again so only her face peers out.

"So go home," Cyndwella says. "You got better sense than to sleep out in the street."

"I don't have one," Emily says, whimpering. "The Court won't take me back because I left them to join the Sabbath, but I hated the Sabbath so I got myself kicked out of there by casting a permanent hex of boobification on myself," she sniffles. "That's why my last name is Hex. 'Cause I'm hexed.  I hexed me."

"Huh. Well, sucks to be you, I guess." Cyndwella stands up and dusts her skirt off again. "Sooner or later you need to learn not to make incredibly moronic snap decisions. Considering you're batting three for three, I'd say it's time you learned a trade that allows for critical thinking."

Emily peeks up hopefully, but before she says anything, Cyndwella shakes her head. "Nope. With someone else.  I don't want some big-titted Devil following me around like an undersexed balloon.  I've got enough on my hands." She begins to leave.

"Oh...okay..." Emily whimpers before tucking into a tiny ball. Within a few seconds the chattering of her teeth fills the alleyway.

Cyndwella takes a few steps, then stops, closing her eyes and putting a hand on her face. {For the love of Victivius...I'm going to regret this. Shit...}

"All right, come on," she sighs.

Emily's face pops out. "Really? ...But, I'm not allowed in there again.  They said they'd throw me in jail!"

"Not if you're with me, they won't," Cyndwella says, raising a brow. "In fact, I'd like to see them try."

"Uuhhhh..." Emily flutters up out of her bundle, carrying her burlap blanket. "Okay...um, what do you want me to do?"

"First, ditch the blanket."

"B-but it's all I have!"

"Trust me, Hex, you're not gonna need it. Second, just do everything I say.  That's it."

"Um, okay...If you say so." She drops the blanket, looking worried.

"The fuck, girl? You were all hot to trot to be my willing slave not twelve hours ago!" Cyndwella throws up her hands.

"That was when I had a job!" Emily says.

Cyndwella smiles wryly. "Trust me. You just scored the job of an eternity."