The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Cluckcluck1215]

Great, how do I get rid of this burden?
“Please, I insist,” Korim said. But he had seen that look. Pure determination. “Alright, fine.”
He stomped into the house, where breakfast was being cleaned up.
Mam, who was dutifully doing the dishes, along with two of his younger brothers, looked up and brushed a greying black hair out of her face that had loosed itself out of her bun.
“What?”
“The guests...” Korim quickly began to realize how stupid it was going to sound. He lifted his chin. “Wish to go to Malakum. They want to destroy the we-sa and get their children back. I told them it was a foolish decision but they insisted. I feel like we should send them off at least prepared.”
A grin slowly spread across Mallie’s face. She was still feeding her little daughter in the special high-chair her grandfather-in-law had built.
“Oh! So they’re going to get out of those ridiculous clothes?” she asked hopefully.
An alarming pile of dresses appeared in her arms. “You look to be just my size!” she exclaimed, tilting her head sideways to study Aella. “I’ve never gotten to dress an elf before,” admittedly this was less beautiful that the pure elves she had seen, but she still had lovely golden hair. “Let me help you with that.”
Korim was all smiles. What a great way to get rid of his tagalong. “Thank you, Aunt Mallie.”
Her manipulating powers would save him the time of having to grab all of the supplies, but Korim wasn’t complaining. She did much better as a distraction.
Korim trotted off to get bags to carry their supplies.

Aella took an immediate step back at the sight of the dresses, her eyes widening. "Wait–kid—what is she saying? She's not going to make me wear one of those things...right?" She put her hands up, shaking her head as she eyed the woman up and down warily. "I'm fine with the clothes I have..." Even if clothes consisted of jeans far to ripped to be a fashion statement, and a dirty, torn tank top, and now she realized she was barefoot, her boots still in the loft of the barn.
Yet, her companion was gone.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're saying."

 

[Amer]

Aella took an immediate step back at the sight of the dresses, her eyes widening. "Wait–kid—what is she saying? She's not going to make me wear one of those things...right?" She put her hands up, shaking her head as she eyed the woman up and down warily. "I'm fine with the clothes I have..." Even if clothes consisted of jeans far to ripped to be a fashion statement, and a dirty, torn tank top, and now she realized she was barefoot, her boots still in the loft of the barn.
Yet, her companion was gone.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're saying."

Mallie looked her up and down one more time, hooked her by the arm, and shoved her into the wash room with the dresses with a surprising amount of strength for such a slender woman.
“‘Get dressed,’ she says” Korim said through the door.
He chuckled.
“Good one, Mallie. Now I can gather my things in peace.”
His sister-in-law winked and got back to feeding her daughter, who was beginning to make quite a racket.
Korim ransacked the pantry for dried, salted, and easily transportable foods.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

A shadow slithered between bushes, around the thick undergrowth and close-growing trees. Even in the day, the Papercutter Forest was filled with shadows. Gold eyes appeared once, along with great wings hanging around it’s head.
A furry black hand covered Take’s mouth, containing a gold powder.
As the pink-haired-man sagged in its arms, the creature of shadows.
It rose into the sky, hardly noticing the weight in its long arms.

Take had no chance to react to the we-sa ambushing him, the last thing he saw was the massive glowing golden eyes before slipping unconscious from the powder that was brought up to his face.

His eyes snapped open in a completely white room, almost too bright for his eyes to handle, but they adjusted. He slowly rose, glancing around in the infinite white plane until he noticed a metal cage a couple feet away. It was in horrible condition beyond repair, crushed in with the small door completely swung open. That’s where the demon was..
He got up to his feet, growing close to the 5ft tall cage to inspect it closer until it just vanished, leaving unoccupied space.

“Hi Taco” a low, breathy, and hoarse voice panted from behind Take.

Take spun around urgently at the sound of the familiar but distorted voice. He curled his lip in disgust at the frail and sickly appearance of the horned demon he neglected over the months.

The little gremlin appearing demon bared his teeth, a filthy grin spreading wide across his face, slouching with his long arms reaching past his knees. He twitched every now and then, with a drip of drool running down his lip, “We’re not on Earth anymore.. are we..? This is a whole new playground for me...” he rasped, his tail waving, “My sense of time is... jumbled.. how long has it been Taco?” The tone of the demons voice became passive aggressive, and started to yell without his grin fading. “SINCE YOU SEALED ME AWAY! ALONE! WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO SEE A SINGLE THING... IN THIS HOLE!” he pounced on Take, kicking him to the ground with his feet like a kangaroo and grabbing a fist full of Take’s hoodie.

Take just stared up at the demon in revulsion when he was thrown to the ground, “You look mad disgusting dude... I can see your ribs” was all he could say after the demons outburst.

“HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?!”

“I don’t know... five..? four months? Get off me.. you smell like sweaty socks.”

A drop of the demons drool fell onto Take’s cheek, forcing Take to flinch and shove the feral creature off and stand himself up again. “I don’t care if you didn’t like being sealed up, you deserved it and I’m done dealing with you... Even Blair hates dealing with you” he hissed, “Sealing you away is the closest thing I can get to getting rid of you.”

The demon tilted his head up at Take, “Why would I care about wolf girl? We share no bond like me and you... except I left her some fascinating burns..” his red eyes dug into Takes face, trying to get to him, “They didn’t heal.. did they?” he snickered sadistically, walking backwards as the room gradually started to turn dark and eventually to black.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mallie looked her up and down one more time, hooked her by the arm, and shoved her into the wash room with the dresses with a surprising amount of strength for such a slender woman.
“‘Get dressed,’ she says” Korim said through the door.
He chuckled.
“Good one, Mallie. Now I can gather my things in peace.”
His sister-in-law winked and got back to feeding her daughter, who was beginning to make quite a racket.
Korim ransacked the pantry for dried, salted, and easily transportable foods.

Aella squeaked, unable to dash the woman quick enough, and was hauled into what appeared to be a bathroom forcefully, the door shutting behind her. "Dressed?!" She looked down at the frilly dresses in her arms, curling her lip slightly. "In these?" She muttered under her breath.
It took her way longer then it should have to finally get a dress on, her hands smoothing over the fabric. It wasn't quite her taste, a light salmon pink color, almost. But as she admired herself in the long, scratched mirror, she felt pretty. Prettier then she ever remembered feeling, even in the strange, foreign fabrics. She took a few steps closer to the mirror, her barefooted steps silent, and pulled her hair out of it mostly destroyed bun. It fell, cascading down her back in matted waves, reaching her waist.
If it wasn't for the scar tearing through her eye, she could have passed as mostly normal, even though she was a little too thin and pale. Her fingers pressed against the mirror, reflection and flesh meeting carefully. As if I could be normal. But what is normal?
Her fingers came away, instead dancing over the black and silver strip of fabric around her throat, her brows knitting together as she felt the same, sickening feeling, her eyes burning. She closed them, lips drawing into a thin frown. Not me.
She shook herself, straightening up and drawing in a breath. "You're going to find the kids no matter what. Crazy or not." She whispered, looking back in the mirror with a blank look.
Gathering her abandoned jeans, tank top and flannel, she exited the washroom. She wanted to keep them, but she didn't have her backpack with her. Maybe someone else did. Like they'd carry them anyway.
Then another thought hit her when she looked at Mallie. "How am I supposed to fight in this?" She looked down at her hands clutching the clothes. The long sleeves would most certainly catch fire if the flames crept a little too high. This is hopeless.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

She felt the liquid trickle down her dry throat, she hadn’t ever thought something could feel as good. Aria hadn’t had water in what felt like forever ago. She poured more water not caring if she looked like a crazy animal as she drank finally quenching her thirst

Once Aria had tipped the last little droplets down her throat she set her glass back on the table gently “thank you.” She smiled at them pretty sure they had no clue what she was saying, she turned to Kylan “what do we do now? Are we leaving yet?” Aria felt anxiety arise about the thought of leaving the safety of the village and travelling into the unknown. (@RiverStorm)

 

[Amer]

Aella squeaked, unable to dash the woman quick enough, and was hauled into what appeared to be a bathroom forcefully, the door shutting behind her. "Dressed?!" She looked down at the frilly dresses in her arms, curling her lip slightly. "In these?" She muttered under her breath.
It took her way longer then it should have to finally get a dress on, her hands smoothing over the fabric. It wasn't quite her taste, a light salmon pink color, almost. But as she admired herself in the long, scratched mirror, she felt pretty. Prettier then she ever remembered feeling, even in the strange, foreign fabrics. She took a few steps closer to the mirror, her barefooted steps silent, and pulled her hair out of it mostly destroyed bun. It fell, cascading down her back in matted waves, reaching her waist.
If it wasn't for the scar tearing through her eye, she could have passed as mostly normal, even though she was a little too thin and pale. Her fingers pressed against the mirror, reflection and flesh meeting carefully. As if I could be normal. But what is normal?
Her fingers came away, instead dancing over the black and silver strip of fabric around her throat, her brows knitting together as she felt the same, sickening feeling, her eyes burning. She closed them, lips drawing into a thin frown. Not me.
She shook herself, straightening up and drawing in a breath. "You're going to find the kids no matter what. Crazy or not." She whispered, looking back in the mirror with a blank look.
Gathering her abandoned jeans, tank top and flannel, she exited the washroom. She wanted to keep them, but she didn't have her backpack with her. Maybe someone else did. Like they'd carry them anyway.
Then another thought hit her when she looked at Mallie. "How am I supposed to fight in this?" She looked down at her hands clutching the clothes. The long sleeves would most certainly catch fire if the flames crept a little too high. This is hopeless.

“You look beautiful!” Mallie said, regarding the calico-style dress (without the print, of course). The girl would fit right in now. Mallie realized that the woman’s hair had come free from the bun, in a golden fall, much more resembling her elvin race.
“Here,” she said, handing the woman a half a dozen rose colored ribbons.
Korim was packing dried green hare when he saw the red-eyed woman.
“She says you look beautiful,” he says unbashfully. “She probably wants to do you your hair now.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“You look beautiful!” Mallie said, regarding the calico-style dress (without the print, of course). The girl would fit right in now. Mallie realized that the woman’s hair had come free from the bun, in a golden fall, much more resembling her elvin race.
“Here,” she said, handing the woman a half a dozen rose colored ribbons.
Korim was packing dried green hare when he saw the red-eyed woman.
“She says you look beautiful,” he says unbashfully. “She probably wants to do you your hair now.”

"Beautiful?" Aella echoed softly, staring blankly at Mallie. Beautiful was for flowers, ornate and intricate petals and delicate leaves and stems. Beautiful was for places, people-packed, noisy and chaotic, or serene, silent and empty. It was for the fiery, silent autumn with fluttering leaves unsure of were they might land, dancing in the cold sunlight and casting a glow of fire. For the harsh winters turned gentle, a careful snow and crackling fires. For the vibrant spring, full of flowers and fresh buds, and innocent, youthful creatures. For the blazing summers, impossibly green grass and blue sky that stretched for miles and the flaming sun, teasingly floating just high enough that the skyscrapers couldn't touch it.
But not her.
Not a thief, a runaway. Not for a criminal. But, in the moment, it made her feel lighter. Like the world wasn't so dark after all. These people weren't tainted by the warped views of right and wrong, and wouldn't judge her. After all, how can you judge when you don't know someone at all.
Snapping out of it, she set her clothes on a chair and the ribbons on the table. "Thank you," she whispered softly, probably too soft for her to hear. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she took the worn rubber elastic from around her wrist, raked her nails through her hair a few times and twisted it and brought it up, pinningdown a bun on top of her head with the elastic. Then she turned to Mallie, silent questioning on her face.

 

[RiverStorm]

Once Aria had tipped the last little droplets down her throat she set her glass back on the table gently “thank you.” She smiled at them pretty sure they had no clue what she was saying, she turned to Kylan “what do we do now? Are we leaving yet?” Aria felt anxiety arise about the thought of leaving the safety of the village and travelling into the unknown. (@RiverStorm)

Kylan was thirstily gulping down his water, finding it amazingly refreshing. It went down his throat smoothly, flattening out the knotted feeling that had previously been stuck there by Kyle's words.
Eaten.
His fist clenched again, feeling his mind numb. He hated the fact that he knew that there was always that heart wrenching truth that the little man had been correct, that his brother had succumbed to being some creature's appetizer. That Torin had been born fated just to die six years later without the comfort of the idea that his family was worried, looking.
That they cared, that they didn't abandon him to the shadows. To the we-sa, or whatever it was called.
He set his glass on the table with a quick movement, careful not to set it down too hard. He looked up as he heard someone speaking to him, suddenly remembering Aria's presence. "Huh?" He sputtered, glancing down at his balled hand, relaxing it as his mind turned away from his brother's possibly horrendous end.
He turned sweet eyes back to Aria, giving his slacked shoulders a shrug. "Not sure. But I'd think we'd stay and rest a little, even if I think..." Even if we should go find Torin? "We should probably get some sleep in the barn, is what I mean." He nodded at himself, giving her a reassuring smile, but it didn't completely reach his tired eyes.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Kylan was thirstily gulping down his water, finding it amazingly refreshing. It went down his throat smoothly, flattening out the knotted feeling that had previously been stuck there by Kyle's words.
Eaten.
His fist clenched again, feeling his mind numb. He hated the fact that he knew that there was always that heart wrenching truth that the little man had been correct, that his brother had succumbed to being some creature's appetizer. That Torin had been born fated just to die six years later without the comfort of the idea that his family was worried, looking.
That they cared, that they didn't abandon him to the shadows. To the we-sa, or whatever it was called.
He set his glass on the table with a quick movement, careful not to set it down too hard. He looked up as he heard someone speaking to him, suddenly remembering Aria's presence. "Huh?" He sputtered, glancing down at his balled hand, relaxing it as his mind turned away from his brother's possibly horrendous end.
He turned sweet eyes back to Aria, giving his slacked shoulders a shrug. "Not sure. But I'd think we'd stay and rest a little, even if I think..." Even if we should go find Torin? "We should probably get some sleep in the barn, is what I mean." He nodded at himself, giving her a reassuring smile, but it didn't completely reach his tired eyes.

Aria nodded casting a curious sideways glance at him “are you okay?” She asked pausing

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Aria nodded casting a curious sideways glance at him “are you okay?” She asked pausing

“What am I saying? Of coarse your not! Your brothers missing” she went to continue before flinging a hand over her mouth, she was being very insensitive. She hung her head shaking it, what kind of idiot said stuff like that to someone who just had just been told their little brother had most likely been eaten. She sighed “sorry Kylan.” She wouldn’t say more, she couldn’t say anything else. There wasn’t exactly much else to say.