mallowhallow | 1st fight | Audio | Highcrest -> Whitewood

--ast it, what's the command to start? I said start already so--oh. Right.

*Why is this text to audio? Because he activated a extra accessory in his tech scroll? Because his device is smart enough to realize it's dealing with an idiot? Who can tell?*

Bet a lotta ya ain't up to hearing a sob story or a question about seein friends, huh? Gleamed a bit of this network stuff--pretty weird. Last I saw, computers couldn't do nothing but make flag waving images. Anyway, I think I got something most of you want:

A clue.

So none o'these native folks are especially talkative about this place, right? Well in my exploring, I ran across some weirdoes of varying sizes in some trees. Looked like fairies, so I guess they're fairies. That's not important.

The fact they're hostile? Totally important. Only people with somethin' to hide get that angry about an innocent guy mindin' their own business. But, see, there just so happens to be a lot of the big and lil buggers. So whaddaya say? Help a guy form an interrogation party to uncover what they know so we can blow this popsicle stand.

Stop. Tch, that'll learn those lousy brats--dousin a guy in honey and beez while he's sleepin--

*And the feed ends.*

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There anyone in that forest? Cause it was pretty quiet when I was there. Before th'jerks attacked.

Well, quiet other than some howlin'. But no worries anyway--I'm a camper. I can do a controlled fire or two.

Maybe I should give you something else to listen to. A better ambiance.

Aside from that I'd enjoy a fire. I'll bring some food.

[As promised, he turns his end on mute and lets out a nice hearty roar. It sends the birds into a nice little tizzy as well as making a few fairies scatter. The roar should be heard if Ranma is still in Whitewood.]

*That is the sound he didn't want. The last sound he wanted. And the camera's almost crushed meanwhile Ranma darts up the tree he's leaning against in the space it takes someone to blink. if the sudden gust of wind wasn't picked up, the lion will definitely love what he's hearing when he un-mutes.*

...at cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat—!

Hm? What's happened? Are you okay?

HUH WHAT WHO--

*Oh right. No demons from the ninth level of hell....*

Man, you hear that? S'crazy--I swore I just heard a ca--anyway what's up?

You said we were going to have a fire, if you recall.

So, it would be right to assume you're afraid of cats? Lions in particular?

Not afraid. *Instinctive jab reply.*

Just so happen to have a condition...yeah. That's it. Condition. Right, time to see about one o'those dead trees I saw around here.

*And that whistling sound is him leaping to the ground and doing just what he said he would--firewood time!*

You mean a phobia.

There's a clearing to the east. Meet me there. [And he's just going to morph into a human and set up the fire pit. Also? Catch a rabbit.]

Condition. *Real men don't have phobias.*

Be there in a jiffy. *Will also stop to find a way to get some rope to haul this tree he's gonna obliterate.*

[By the time you find him a hole is dug out surrounded by a few good sized stones. He's carving some sticks to cook the rabbit that was gutted on the side.

Ranma might notice the claw marks on the hide. And the dirt and blood on Mathieu's nails.

But he was just relaxing in the dying sunlight.]

*Details picked up and quickly ignored. Why? Because regardless of the method of killing, there's food on the table. The Overlord: Stomach XIV has indeed spoken.*

Yo, what's for brunch?

*Stop to relax his pull on the once-sizable trunk that has been reduced to several smaller logs, all pulled in line. It looks like axe cuts took the wood down, but the kid doesn't have a tool on him save the rope.*

[He sits back up to skin the hair]

Bunny kabobs. Too bad I don't have any salt. We can smoke it though.

[And he can keep the rabbit skin and tan if if he can actually skin it properly. He's busy working on that now.]

Want a lucky rabbit's foot? Or an unlucky rabbit's foot.

Ah. Dang--figured it'd be the one time I'm without my pack. Smoked sounds good t'me.

*Beat.*

Yeah, I need to get a new one anyway. Didn't really grab it when I was taken to wherever th'hell this place is.

*He'll sit in a minute, just gotta size up the first log for kindling.*

He was probably lucky, jus not lucky enough. That's the story in these weirdo woods, though. Guy can't even nap in a clearing without pranks and jeers.

You should go check out Orlea for those sorts of things.

[He finishes skinning the rabbit and removing the feet before he starts stripping the meat with his knife.]

If you'll be living in Whitewood I guess it's just a reality you and I will have to suffer.

I never liked fairies to begin with.

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