[ACTION] Surprise Disguise!

[laughafterme]

[A]

[Pinkie is wearing a dark brown, bob cut wig and wearing her cadet uniform around Garden. Today, she wants to see how well she can blend in with everyone else. Playing the part of a newly transferred student, 'Diane' will be looking around at her 'new' surroundings. Those that truly know Pinkie may recognize her, but she won't be acting like her usual self!

She looks at her map, as if trying to decide where to go to first.]


[B]

[There is a lure attached to a fishing wire dangling in front of your face. What will you do?

Yes, Pinkie, out of her disguise, is fishing for...people? Ponies? Sharkmen? Who knows.]

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[That only makes it harder for him to believe he wasn't being specifically targeted for dint of being a fishman.]

Shit. Y' know them things is made t' kill, right? The hooks, I mean. Design 'em special t' rip one way 'n' not the other. All y' can do is lodge 'em deeper an' deeper. Sure is a laugh, watchin' some poor sucker writhe on the end a yer string, ain't it?

[He mutters a few more curses under his breath, finally stopping to think about what to do for his hand. A cure spell ought to do it, but he doesn't want the webbing to stay split if he can avoid it. So he lays his hand palm up on the wall and pinches the skin together as best he can.]

[laughafterme]

I wasn't trying to kill anyone! [Unsure with what to do, Pinkie just watches him. He's right, she's done enough damage, but she feels pretty helpless. It makes her think back on what Kate said a while back about her using her cupcake canon for paintball.

Maybe...she isn't cut out for all of this.

Without saying much else, she stands, and grabs her things quietly.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, well, that's fine then. He can't remember how to cast the damn cure spell right now so he'll just swear and try to remember the words.]

[laughafterme]

[Just as she's finished, she sees Namur...not healing himself. Maybe he doesn't have any spells on him? So she casts Cure for him.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur stops and stands really still because he is pretty sure he didn't actually get it right that last time. He takes a deep breath, tasting the air and focusing on what else is there besides his own blood. Somehow he wasn't the only one hurt in this encounter, and though it takes effort of Island Whale-like proportions, Namur swallows enough of his pride to turn and talk to her.]

Hey. Thanks for patchin' me up, 'stead a jus' leavin'.

[laughafterme]

[She manages to smile weakly to him, shaking her head.]

Even if you're mad at me, I'm not going to leave you hanging like that. You probably should still go to the infirmary, anyway...

[With a small wave, she heads for the door.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur watches her go, running his thumb over the newly scarred flesh between his fingers. He's the one that got fished, embarrassed and degraded. He shouldn't be the one feeling guilty over the way this all ended.]

Tch. Damn it.

[He vaults over the edge of the wall, dropping into a crouch on the level below and heads back to his dorm. Like hell he's going to the infirmary where they'll ask him a million questions about what happened and make him go over it five different ways before glancing at his hand and deciding it'll be fine.]