Post by Vio on Feb 1, 2020 10:02:09 GMT -5
Morgan #1 — Nephelé #1
Morgan awoke with a start. Cold sweat clung to the back of her neck. Mid morning light poured in through an open window, the warmth of the sun lighting the wooden floor of a small, single room in a local inn. A small inn nestled in a small, quaint town. Nothing could possibly have been wrong, right? That was what the traveller told herself as she rose, placing chilled feet upon the warmed boards and rubbing her face with both hands.“Another Nightmare,” she muttered:
“Thought I’d be used to it by now…”
Standing, the redhead stumbled over to the dresser. In the mirror, an average woman looked back at her with emerald eyes. None too caring for her appearance, she began to clean herself up as best she could, washing away the feeling of sweat clinging to her skin and taking a moment to brush away some of the bedhead that plagued her dark crimson locks. A part of her very much hoped for a normal day, but then what was normality in the life of Llywelyn Morgan? Anything but for the people of Orange Town, though it seemed they had experienced a rather rude wake up call.—— DOWNSTAIRS ——
“I’m sure it was a gorilla,” said a man’s voice. Of middling age by the rough growl of his throat as it worked. He sat at one end of the bar, addressing a small group of patrons about what the barkeep had surmised was some sort of incident on the outskirts of Orange Town. It seemed such a settlement could seldom catch a break in recent years. To think, it was only just over four decades in age. And now, after its recovery from the attacks of one Buggy the Clown two years prior, it was a thriving village again who had welcomed her request for a part-time job.
As she stood behind the counter — drying off a recently washed tankard whose little grooves and indentations spoke volumes of the many kinds of beverages and types of drinkers it had been served to — Nephelé listened with intrigue. The world around her was mostly dark, broken only by splotches of light and shadow as patrons moved in and out, but that did not trouble her. Every little creak of a floorboard, clack of a flagon, or opening of a door offered all the information she needed.“But you said it was huge?”“Yeah, it was,” replied the tale-teller:
“It was easily ten, maybe twelve feet tall!”“Have you told Mayor Boodle?”
“What? No!” A sense of care for the mentioned leader’s well-being laced his voice. “You know what he’s like. He’d go out there on his own if he knew! The man could’ve gotten himself killed two years ago, and he’s not getting any younger!”“Yeah,” another replied:
“You tried offering a reward?”“To whom…?”
“Good morning,” Miss Chmela said, smiling and turning to the stairway that led up to the rooms. The sound of footsteps above — the creak of the occasional floorboard — had been followed from room to hallway to staircase. Despite her inability to actually see the redhead, Neph knew who it was, and was quick to deliver the news that the target likely did not want to hear: “Unfortunately, it’s rather late in the morning, and you’ve overstayed. So, I’m sorry to say,” the barkeep said cheerily, yet menacingly, “that I will have to request payment for the extra hours — manager’s orders. Is that okay, Ma’am?”
“I… Uhm,” Morgan smiled awkwardly, “I’m… short on cash?”“Well,” said one of the men:
“I think that’s one ‘whom’!”
Llywelyn Morgan
Chmela Nephelé
Guy #1
Guy #2
Guy #3