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    (Please keep in mind that it's pretty important to me that this thread gets finished, though it shouldn't take too long and there should be plenty of adventure. Be prepared to stick with it!)


    Summer, 8AR
    There were plenty of basements in the City of Oracles, and lots of these basements had a sort of small window peering out onto the street at the very tippy top of the room. Most of these basements were for food or some other storage, because the cool air was suited for keeping things safe from the searing heat of a day such as this. There was, however, one basement room, one with a tiny slot of a window, that gasped for air at the foundation of an imperious building, that was inhabited by a girl in chains.

    She crouched against the cool stone wall, her adolescent face furrowed with focus and frustration. The mop of dark curls on her head was damp with the sweat of terror. Trickles of sweat had carved tracks through the grime on her face and revealed that there was a sickly blue glow that lived in moving patches under her skin, like a weird blush. She had a sickness bubbling deep in her body, a frantic pulse tapping at her skull, and she had a name, one of several, that she loved the most: Kist Krauswitch. She had an adoptive father who loved her but had lost her. This had happened when the Ashokans who had been chasing her for the magic she'd accidentally stolen abruptly caught up with her and carried her off and deposited her here.

    She also had one last hope for escaping. If she didn't, she was sure she would be dragged out of this cell and executed.

    Kist had tried a lot of things already. Screaming had been first, right after she woke up from a drugged sleep, but this garnered no results. She'd tried to fly, only to find that her wings were tied to her back with a band of cloth. She's tried using her magic, only to find that it'd been stamped out by some enchantment on the chains. She'd tugged at those chains in futility, thinking that there had to be some way that they'd break, there just had to, because she couldn't die like this.

    That was when she'd noticed that she still felt a frenzied nausea tickling her body. The foreign magic that had been forced into her by the creature she'd found under the City of Oracles was still intact. So, first she'd tried using an electrical shock on the bars, but that did nothing but make a loud noise. Her ears were still ringing. Why couldn't she just cough up explosions instead? Life would have been so much easier. But then again, the whole thing was probably proofed against magic, because she couldn't hear any animals gathering around up there, attracted by the creature's magic.

    So she had one last idea. She had to use the magic on herself. Her whole body strained with her last plan. Honestly, with the way she was crouching, with her hands manacled behind her back, the whole thing looked quite obscene, but she was focussing too hard to realise it. Sweat stung in her eyes, her body heaved and pitched forward and something choked its way out of her throat. A globe of viscous blue light bloomed from her mouth, coated with the thinnest layer of salivated blood. It floated up like a bubble, half as big as Kist's head, still wobbling from the struggle of its ejection.

    Kist swayed forward, her head bowed, gargling out a few frantic breaths. She spat a glob of blood onto the dusty floor and snapped her attention up to the rising bauble of light. She squinted at it, her gummy lips twisting in concentration. The ball shot straight down at her and, just before it hit her face, it disappeared in a puff of blue-and-blood mist.

    Its effects were immediate. Kist's body stretched out as her torso floated up weightlessly, unfolding her skinny legs. Then her feet said goodbye to the floor and she was drifting up, her chains uncoiling and tinkling like a lullaby. She had left the embrace of the earth's pull, and she'd also left the clenching hand of fear: her face was lax, her eyes hazy, and her mouth drifted up into a tiny forgetful smile. She rolled lazily onto her back, cradled by the air, thinking that oh, she could stay like this forever, it was so nice and she didn't even know who she was.

    Then her sleepy eyes caught sight of the window, that slot of light in the wall. The direness of her situation dropped back into her heart – thud! – and she dropped too but no! no! no! she must remain...calm. She regained her buoyancy only a few inches away from cracking her skull open on the floor. Again, she drifted up, her expression one of enforced calm. With a softly opening smile, she mumbled to herself - "There once was a vampire called Mabel..."

    Her eyes drifted up to the slot of hot daylight again. It was several feet above her. She wasn't sure, in that haze of magic, why it mattered, but part of her mind was sure that it did.

    "Whose periods were very unstable..."

    Kist drifted on the air, floating belly-up like an otter. She was just two feet from the barred window, smiling up at it like it was an old friend. Like it was Foojoe, who had told her her this limerick once, during the fun times in the swamp. Fun times, fun times, with Bitchface and Foojoe. She patted her belly, drumming out the rhythm of the limerick.

    "On the full moon..."

    Just another foot now, to that warm, pretty window, with sunlight, yes, sunlight.

    "She'd whip out a spoon..."

    She was nearly level with it; the chains had uncoiled almost entirely from the floor.

    "And drink herself under the table!"

    She giggled and rolled over in the air, twining the chains about herself so that they were fully stretched and creaked a little. Her face was level with the window; she could feel sunlight drying the caked moisture on her skin.

    Vague thoughts fluttered through her mind like butterflies. There was an alleyway out there. This must be the side of the big, big, temple, which she remembered from two years ago was fronted with steps and fancy pillars, so it was actually like a little temple on a big rectangular hill. If someone came along the deserted alleyway and she didn't get their attention, then thing would be bad. She couldn't think why, she realised, because if she did, she wouldn't be floaty and happy any more.

    "Heyyyy," she called vaguely, "Heeyyyy." She giggled. "Wanna hear about a vampire?" There was no one there. How absurd. She laughed to herself about how absurd it was. No one! No one! Just her luck!

    But then there were footsteps. She perked up a little. She could see feet through the tiny window. "Heeyy!" She called somewhat louder. "Hey! Person! You gotta help me! Heyyy!"
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    Lola


    There were many strange things in the City of Oracles. A place so full of magic and enigma tended to invite oddities until abnormal became commonplace. Alabaster buildings acted as translucent pale canvases for the myriad of colors the people of the city decorated it with, while magic users of every sort plied their trade and dabbled in their respective crafts. So a towering, muscular, busty woman, covered in scars, and clad in ancient Angkaran attire drew little attention more attention than any other woman or working servant might.

    Fitting in as just another face in the crowd would be a refreshing change to most. To the largely oblivious Lola, it was actually becoming a problem. While she rarely noticed the wider berth she was given in most cities, and the sideways glances, she did notice when people would approach her and ask her if she was lost or what she was doing in their village. This usually led to answers to questions she might have and her being able to continue on her way. Here in this bustling city, while the abnormal woman was still given room to move, nobody stopped on their busy way to talk to her. When she would stop someone, their answers were usually dismissive and not specific enough.

    The islander found these streets were particularly less inviting than any other she had been in. Occasionally she would step on some of the weird lines and shapes etched in the ground, and feel a strange sensation come over her. Lola could not fully describe the feeling, let alone understand it; but it was unsettling and very unwelcome. Fortunately as she navigated her way deeper into the city despite these marks, Lola's guessed she'd adjusted to whatever was causing it for she no longer felt the sensations.

    Lola was getting bored of carrying around the nice bag of dry parts she'd taken from beasts she'd killed in the sands. They had been hard won, and fun to collect; but now it was becoming an annoying burden to carry them around. When she worked at home or in Angkar it was so easy to trade them for things she needed; but here nobody seemed to want to stop and barter, and people shooed her out of squares when she tried to stand and shout for people to come trade with her. For how often she had heard traders tell her that they took her wares to the mages in the city of oracles, nobody here seemed interested.

    It had felt like a small miracle when a food vendor was willing to trade a haunch of meat for a large ridge piece from the Sarbarath she'd trimmed the day before. He'd been kind enough to draw Lola a map to the trading quarters when he learned she was from out of the city, and not able to read; but it had only done her so much good. There were more turns on the streets than there were on the map and every corner looked so different that it all began to feel the same. “I'd take a jungle any day, this is impossible.” Lola whined aloud to no one in particular. Her ill fortune did not cloud her temperment for long however, for there were a great many things to see that were completely foreign to her. Beautiful works of art made of fire turned into glass. Crystaline bubbles that could still float, and played music when they crashed into the flock of canaries that had just erupted from someone's urn much to the surprise of the artisans around them.

    Children rolling a ball of what looked like clouds but felt like an air filled bladder had lost possession of their plaything when it rolled Lola's way. With a smile the giantess bounced the thing from the ground to her knees, using only her feet, and dribbled it from one leg to the other several times before kicking it back. If she hadn't accidentally kicked it several blocks back the way the children had chased it, she was sure they would have invited her to play too.

    Eventually remembering bag still slung over one shoulder, Lola decided that she would need to treat this fascinating city like a jungle if she wanted to find a place to trade her prizes. So she headed for high ground. Having learned before, in Soto, that people were not fond of her climbing on their houses, Lola turned her mismatched eyes towards the highest hilltop she could see, and attempted to navigate her way towards it like one might try to navigate to a mountain in dense forest.

    After a while, large bare feet thudded heavily on the ground. Each step was accompanied by the rattling jingle of hundreds of tiny seashells clattering against one another from where they hung on her shin wrappings. These calloused feet trudged along a small and disused alley beside a large unfamiliar building. Lola had finally neared her vantage point, in an attempt to find either her goal, or a way out. However she stopped short, when something caught her slightly pointed ears.

    "Hey! Person! You gotta help me! Heyyy!"

    Lola's bag of monster bones, ridges, claws, horns and other bits hit the ground with a heavy clattering thud. The patchwork giant looked around for where the voice could have come from, before seeing the barred window by her feet.

    Taking a few paces back she lay on her stomach on the ground, and tilted her head to better see towards the window. “Hoi!” she called out experimentally on her way down.

    When she caught sight of the other young face in the window, a feeling of ammusement and surprise curled the corners of her mouth into a vacant smile. “Heeeeey there was someone talkin' to me!” Pleased that she was not just hearing things Lola's smile grew enough to show her white teeth. “My name's Lola!” the introduction was a response to the vague recolection that she had been called person. While that was an accurate designation, her name was the first thing Mama gave her, and she was rather fond of it.

    “Whatcha doin' down here friend?” she asked before a giggle escaped her lips preceding an entertained accusation. “Did you get stuck?” Another giggle escaped and her smile blossomed into a full grown grin. Even in this fancy, twisty, confusing city, there were still silly people like her that occasionally got stuck in holes.
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    Kist
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    The feet had noticed her! Well, the owner of the feet, actually. That person dropped something on the ground and stepped back, wayyyy back, and laid down on the ground. The owner of the feet was woman, an enormously tall one, with the strangest colour of hair Kist had seen; it was like diluted wine. She smiled and identified herself; Lola's smile made Kist feel like she was full of bubbles. She laughed. "Hey Lola! I'm Kist!" she said.

    "Whatcha doin' down here friend?" said the odd woman, "Did you get stuck?"

    "Yeah, I'm stuck!" said Kist with an irrepressible laugh. Being stuck was such a ridiculous situation, she thought. There was that whole big world out there, with all that space and a proportionally tiny amount of hindrances – what were the chances that someone would get trapped anywhere? Well if someone put chains on another person – but she mustn't think about that, according to the small bit of reason still left in her mind. She had chains on, and that was silly, and she'd rather have them off but it was more of a preference than a need.

    "Could you help me out?" There's some bars and stuff, and these chains...I'm floating right now, actually. Isn't that weird?" She was tickled by another bout of laughter. "Maybe you got something in that big ol' bag? Hahaha, 'bag,' what a dumb word." Her stomach tensed up with another fit of laughter, and then she stretched out, feeling tired and a little teary from all the amusement and just about ready to be out of this slightly annoying place.
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    Lola


    Lola’s new friend was nice! She had a friendly smile and her ears were a little pointy like hers. Lola’s new friend was silly too, getting stuck in weird holes like this. The thought that maybe someone was chained and put in a hole on purpose did not cross her mind, despite the lack of probability that it could happen by accident.

    “You’ve got a pretty laugh.” Lola remarked with her ever-present grin as she continued to watch her new friend through the strange obstructed opening to her silly hole.

    Floating? Lola wiggled closer to the bars and pushed her face up against them so she could see better and managed to look inside. “Oh hey! You are floating! Wow! How’re you doin’ that?” Lola’s new friend…Kiss? That was a silly name, she’d have to tell her so later. Kiss was neat! Not as neat as Nyhm but still pretty interesting. Lola giggled too at the word bag. “Bag’s not as dumb as satchel, or pouch! What they got those extra fancy sounds for?” Lola giggled at all the silly sounds her face could make which had meanings. Deciding to see from her friend’s perspective she tried to pay more attention to the word as she said it “Buhaaaaaaaaaaguh” Lola snorted out a heartier chuckle. “That IS dumb!”

    Pulling her face away from the bars, Lola looked at the hole a little more closely. This definitely wasn’t going to be as easy as reaching in and pulling Kiss out. Still, Lola was hardly one to turn away from a challenge. “I’ll get you outta there real soon Kiss! Don’t you worry. Maybe you can help me get rid of my dumb bag! Its got some good stuff that nobody will trade me for.”

    The scar-laced woman stared at her new puzzle for a moment. If only she had brought her swax, this would be done in no time! Oh well, she didn’t want make Kiss wait while she went to go get it. It was no fun being stuck.

    First thing was first, she needed to get the bars out of the way so Kiss could fit out of the hole. They seemed pretty wedged in there; but Lola as ever, had confidence in her own strength. After all, she hunted monsters. The construct gave the bars an expiramental tug and the bars held. Shifting into a crouch, she attempted to pull on the bars harder, several mighty heaves and they still sat firmly in place.

    “Come ON bars!” Lola complained with a frown as she shifted onto her backside, and braced one foot on either side of the window. Grabbing the bars with both hands she pulled as hard as she could, with her arms, while pressing against the wall with her legs. It was an awkward position for sure, moreso as she strained and her face turned dark red from effort. Lola bared her teeth and growled as she refused to give in. If she could feel pain, her muscles would be screaming at her for demanding more from them than was reasonable. Finally, there were cracking sounds, bits of dust came from the wall as spiderweb cracks began to form.

    With the exertion of force and mighty effort, something deep in Lola took over. Her base drive accepted its task and refused to relent until successful. With a roar she gave a mighty heave, throwing her back into the effort as best she could. The wall around the window broke and with a bang the bars, still framed by alabaster flew from her hands and slammed against the wall behind Lola.

    The giantess’s face was still red from strain, and her cheery grin was gone. Teeth gritted, eyebrows furrowed she let out a snarl as she turned to face the now much larger hole in the wall. With a lunge she slid forward on her stomach and thrust one arm at the prisoner like a bear swiping at fish. Her fingers connected around the chains that bound the creature and her long arm gave her enough reach to gather them all into one mighty hand. With another snarl and a furious yank she wrenched on the chains and they were uprooted from their mounting in the wall. Lola’s elbow slammed against the wall when she did this and blood flowed from her arm where it had taken damage by the impact.

    The furious grimace had become a scowl of concentration as she easily hefted the smaller girl out through the hole and into the alley beside her. Lola let the chains fall in a pile around her prize’s feet and then let her arms fall to her sides as she panted from the exertion. Lola’s head hung low as the red of exertion began to fade, and her breathing became less labored.

    When she turned to look at the now free woman, Lola’s wide grin had returned as if nothing had transpired. “Wow! You were really stuck in there! Good thing I came along or you might have been trapped a while.” The chipper woman with mismatched eyes and scars on her face smiled with pride and self-satisfaction.
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    Kist
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    When Lola started pulling on the bars, things started getting intense. Kist watched with wide-eyed wonder; how could anyone be that strong? The iron groaned, the stones cracked, and under all the noise she thought she hard something else, a familiar sound. She'd been in here a while, she remembered, and there was a sound like that when someone brought her food: the clatter of boots in the hall. She could do with food, it had been a while...

    The bars came free and banged against the far wall of the alley, making an awful ringing sound that struck Kist right through the ears. She winced; she couldn't hear what was going on in the hall anymore. Somehow, she thought that now would be bad time for someone to bring her food, but her mind was too fuzzy to know...

    Kist yelped when Lola scooped her up and ripped the chains out of the wall. She was deposited on the ground, feeling queasy, and she looked up at Lola – who was huge – only half-listening. Something was wrong...

    Just then, the door to the cell crashed open and a metal-coated soldier ducked into the room, halberd already swiping through the air. "Oh Gods!" screamed Kist, ducking even though she was on the other side of a small window and the weapons was far far away from her. The guard saw that she was on the wrong side of the window and shouted down the hall.

    Kist did not stay to see what happened next. She grabbed Lola's hand and started running down the alleyway, yelling, "They're gonna come after us! Please, please, we gotta get away! Outta the city!"

    They burst out of the alleyway into open sunlight, out into the street where all this had begun almost two years ago. She had stolen some shoes, then gotten tangled with a crowd of people in front of this very temple, and a guy had tried to get the cobbler to kill her and the street had given out and she had fallen and discovered secrets she wished she'd let be...and she was back again, looking side to side, unsure of which way was best to go. She paid for her moment of indecision: a swarm of glimmering soldiers came streaming out of the temple. They came from the top and the bottom and either side and they all had weapons and some of them had spells, because one whizzed through the air right past Kist's ear.

    "Dammit!" And I'm running again. She turned and charged down the street, hoping to the gods that no guards would come popping out of the alleyways to drag her back to cell and what was surely her inevitable death.
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