Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190130130736/@comment-26892768-20190131174455

(Can I take Naomi, Hana, and the Owner?)

Filia backs up a bit, but her expression remains the same.

"Oh no. Munchkins. I'm shaking in my boots." Samson deadpans. "Alright, which one to go for first..."

"The one on the right?" Filia suggests after doing a quick glance over.

"Sounds good to me!" Samson grins. A moment later, Samson has Filia's hair take on a cockroach-esque appearance, and has Filia rush down the Grox in their path.

"I was just asking a question!" Cerebella replies, looking rather annoyed. Her hat is glaring at the group with the fury of a thousand suns.

Seems a lot more angry than Cerebella is, for whatever reason.

Mista just reaches for his pistol - he can't help but notice that Cerebella didn't actually respond to the "bring out your stand" thing...

Elsewhere:

A young woman gets up, groaning and rubbing her head. Her clothing is rather...scarce; she's only wearing a light blue top that really just serves to cover her chest, a belt with various pouches, and black leggings that have been torn into two halves - the bigger halves covering her upper legs, and the smaller ones covering the lower half of her lower legs. This does bring some attention to the white scars across her body, her white hair, and, perhaps most noticeable of all, her black cat ears and tail.

This is Ms. Fortune, the cat Feral thief (and part-time bouncer) of Little Innsouth. Needless to say, she is confused about the sudden change in location.

"...how did I..." Ms. Fortune tries to figure out how she got here, but can't recall anything that would lead to her ending up in this place. Looks like some kind of forest with pine trees and a stream running through it.

"Guess while the fish were away, the cat got to play, eh?" Ms. Fortune nervously laughs at her own attempt to lighten the mood before switching back to her confused and slightly scared state, beginning to pace around. "Seriously, how did I get here? I wasn't even planning on drinking anything...and I don't see any tire tracks...how am I supposed to go back home? I don't even know where this place i-"

And then Ms. Fortune bumps into something. Stumbling back a bit, she takes a look at what she bumped into. Looks like a large...something...covered entirely in dark blue cloth. Ms. Fortune raises an eyebrow, looking to her left and seeing that the object - and cloth - goes on for a good bit longer. "Weird..."

She starts walking, curious as to where this thing ends. After a few moments of walking, she finally comes to an end of the blue cloth. For a moment, she grins...and then she pales when she notices what's at the end of the thing covered by it.

A hand - a massive, light blue hand, bigger than any limb she's ever seen. Even Gigans don't have limbs this big. As far as she knows, anyway...

And then it starts to move. The Feral gulps.

"Well, I'm dead." In the back of her mind, Ms. Fortune idly muses that she missed a perfectly good opportunity to joke about the saying "curiosity killed the cat," but at the moment, she could care less about missed opportunity for wordplay.

Ms. Fortune starts looking around wildly, and - ''aha! ''A convenient tree to hide behind! Not the best plan, but better than nothing.

She bolts, hiding behind the tree and silently praying to the Trinity that whatever giant is back there won't look over to the trees.

Of course, if she took another look, she'd know she'd have to amend that. She's not dealing with one giant, after all.

She's dealing with two.