forum Crazy Fantasy Roleplay. (OPEN)

Started July 07, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Mercy gave a soft smile at the response, not sure what exactly she had been expecting.
She sat on the edge of the tub with her, ”Ok then, we'll figure this out somehow.”
As she reached over to turn on the water, Mercy noticed a silver bracelet on Rune’s wrist. ”Rune, where did you get that?” She asked, gesturing at it slowly.

Rune pulled the bracelet close to herself, protective of it. She stared at it for a long time before slowly outstretching her arm to show Mercy in hopes this nice lady might be able to take it off. The metal band wrapped tightly around her wrist, so much so the skin around it was red; on it was engraved: Property of Finneas Mévouinnes.

When Mercy saw the band and the engraving, she made a distinct sound that was most definitely not human. If a human were to attempt to describe it, the closest they could get would be a combination of a strangled shriek, a short surprised squawk and the low growl of some kind of bear that only lasted for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” Her hands muffled the sound. She didn’t want to scare Rune. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes were a clashing myriad of colors, displaying every emotion she had at this revelation. She may not know who this Finneas Mévouinnes was but she couldn't stop the brief shudder from just reading his name. She already hated the man.
This is so wrong!! Owning a sentient being has been illegal on many worlds for centuries!!!
For a moment she couldn't speak. She needed to focus otherwise her shapeshifting would run rampant with her form.
Mercy took a deep shuddering breath to regain control. She brushed a strand of limp colorless hair back.
“Rune, I promise I won’t let that man hurt you again.”

Rune flinched at the strange noise, bringing back her wrist close to herself to look at the band. She squinted, trying to bury a finger under it and try to break it off, but, it wouldn’t give. She huffed, a human habit she quickly learned that meant frustration, “This stays on. This stays on” She repeated the phrase, a phrase she probably heard from Finneas. Along with “bad bird.”

Mercy nodded sadly, “For now, yes. But not forever. We will find a way to get it off.”
The question was how to do that.
First; I’ll mention that criminal and what he’s done in my report… see if what information exists about him, then if no one can or will help… Ok, slow down… let’s not make those plans yet… that kind of action is why you volunteered for this assignment.
She held back a huff of her own and turned back to her original task.
“But for right now let’s get you a nice bath going.”

Rune rested her arm back down to rest in her lap. “Bath,” she recalled the word, meant drenching oneself in water. Her baths were always fun to splash in, even if she got yelled at for it sometimes, “I like baths.” She decided with a happy bob of her head.

She chuckled lightly again at Rune’s seemingly childish nature. Starting the water, Mercy decided to change her hair to a curly dark brown short “pixie” style as her eyes settled on a light green.
“Do you need help with your clothes?” She already figured Rune would need some help with washing her hair since she had probably never heard of shampoo or conditioner.

Rune tilted her head, unsure what that phrase meant. Clothes? What were clothes? She reached to touch Mercy’s shirt. We’re these clothes? “This is clothes?” She squinted, recalling Mercy and Young-Jae talking about clothes earlier in reference to these replacement feathers.

Mercy blinked owlishly for a moment, not knowing quite how to respond.
“Y-yes Rune. That’s a shirt, it’s a type of clothing.”
In a way it almost made sense that Rune didn’t understand the word considering she was only wearing a repurposed blanket at the moment… but Mercy was having a hard time recalling a world where they didn’t know of clothes. Even the few worlds she knew of that didn’t wear any had heard of them due to interactions with some that did. She even had a few colleagues that didn’t wear anything.
“I meant do you need help taking yours off.” She clarified placing a hand likewise on the cloth Rune was covered with.

“Off,” Rune repeated this time, slowly connecting the two words together clothes; off “Yes.” She finally decided, “Clothes off and bath, yes.” She lifted a hand to scratch an itch under her arm, “Clothes off to take a bath, Finneas takes baths.”

Her eyes brightened at the progress Rune was making with her speech. It was still slow but…
”You really are a smart girl, aren't you Rune?”
She kept her motions steady as she removed the first piece of the old blanket though it was hard to hide the brief flash of red tinting her otherwise currently green eyes at his name.
Mercy's stomach churned a bit as she realized; if she really wanted to be able to help Rune, she would need more information.
”What else does he do?”

“Smart bird,” Rune smiled, “Finneas said Rune is a smart bird.” She watched the old blanket piece fall to the ground, “He makes shinies, pretty shinies that pop” She mimicked the noises, which resembled something between bubbles and sparks of electricity.

At those two words, Mercy felt as if someone had forced all the air out of her lungs.
A bird. … Rune was a bird.
That actually explained a lot of the traits she had seen. She had even tried to fly earlier!
”What kind of bird are you?” Thinking about it, Mercy actually had an idea of what smart black bird Rune had been.
Doesn’t sound like science. Could be from a magical realm.
”Did he ever use those ”shinies” on you?”

Rune glanced off to the side in thought, squinting hard at the wallpaper, “Bird, bird..” she mumbled, “Bad bird, pretty raven, come here, raven, Rune, raven, eat raven, no, Rune—“ she rambled and rambled, eventually growing anxious and shaky. She hunched her shoulders and gripped the sides of the bathtub with her fingers, her long fingernails scraping against the porcelain underneath the rim of the tub.

Mercy didn't even think her next action through. She wrapped an arm around Rune’s shoulders, holding her close, and started running her free hand down Rune’s hair.
”Shh, it's ok. You're ok. You're safe.” She murmured gently, hoping to calm her down from … was this a panic attack? She wasn't sure: she never encountered one before.
She barely took a moment to recognize that her theory had been correct before alternating between the continuous soothing English and some calm encouraging Raven sounds.
Maybe it will help.

Rune seemed calmed by the comforting motion, gradually breathing less fearfully. She wrapped her arms around Mercy, “Bird, bird,” she repeated softly and closed her eyes. Her words faded to a whisper, then to a murmur, then to nothing at all. She mimicked the raven noises, finding peace in the familiarity.

As Rune’s breathing finally evened out, Mercy slowly stopped the steady flow of words and released her embrace to look over the girl.
”Better?” she asked softly, though her voice still had a slight chirp to it.

As a Raven, Rune couldn't have been a slave. It's more likely she was a pet. Which fortunately for Finneas isn't illegal. But now that she's human… Poor thing. Must have been quite a shock.

(Alrighty)

Rune relaxed, “Better,” She repeated the word, turning her attention to the interesting faucet handles.

After her bath, Rune let Mercy help her into her new clothes. She seemed uncomfortable with the restrictive sleeves and arms, but let it stay on with the understanding that not wearing it wasn’t an option. She huffed with brief frustration and “strutted”—like a true bird—out of the bathroom.

Mercy stayed behind for a couple of minutes to tidy up after. Since she was almost sure they were inconveniencing Young-Jae, it was mostly an act of common courtesy, and part of the apology she owed him for earlier.
Satisfied with her work, she followed Rune to the main room where she saw Young-Jae tossing a strange orb in the air repeatedly.
She cleared her throat to get his attention, “What do you think?”

Rune was preoccupied with her sequined cuffs on her sleeves, pure-black eyes intrigued the shine coming off of them. Of course, always interested in shinies, Her freshly-dried and brushed hair fell against her back and over her shoulders. It still had split ends and properly needed a professional spa day, but it was much better than this morning.

Young-Jae looked over at her, the orb dropping on the floor, making him jump, the orb looking as if it spilled on the floor, creating a weirdly shaped portal. Immediately looking at it, he snapped (he's Thanos yall! Jk) making the or come back to his hand, looking as if he had rewound time.
"Yeah… It looks fine. She smells a lot better, did she bathe?"
He asks, hoping they didn't ruin his bathtub.

(No problem!)

Rune crouched down on the floor, using her hands to steady herself. Perching as a human was much more difficult than it was when she was a raven. She missed it, but the bath was fun! She let out a low guttural croak down to the ground.

Looking over at her, his eyes narrow curiously a bit,
"Is she a bird or something?"
He says genuinely wanting to know if she was mentally okay.

“Yes, to both. She’s actually a Raven.” She answered, half distracted by his own abilities. “How did you do that?”

"Howd i do what oh this?"
He looks at his hand, the orb floating above it.
"Well, I'm not human as you can tell. Not being human comes with a few perks i guess"
He says looking back at her