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“Rough week, huh?” Anarah said, sitting down and resting her back on the same tree the harpy was leaned up against, “Or is this...a tribute? I guess? Either way, pass me that bottle.”
It wasn’t a lot, but Anarah did understand how much the band had meant to Izzy. Figured the least she could do is keep her company on her little sendoff.
@alchemicallizbian liked for some free hobo entertainment
“You’re trying to be helpful, and that is always nice But right now all logic only grates so don’t try to give advice I need someone to rant at who’ll not judge or take offense At my incessant fucking swearing and my unfiltered sentiments”
Lazily hanging upside down from a nearby tree, there was an absolute mess of a failed experiment of Anarah’s. Luckily for the salamander, her guitar was unharmed as well as the rest of her belongings.
Their hobo camp, not so much. They were likely going to have to relocate, but not without some petty musical reminders.
Anarah rolled her eyes as she picked up another vial that was salvageable. She certainly hadn’t expected that result from the potion. Maybe too much fire wyvern extract? Either that or her supplier had some serious explaining to do. “Yes, Izzy, your complaints are heard loud and clear,” she said, doing her best annoyed tone possible. It was harder than it sounded, actually. Regardless of the content, Izzy’s singing was always something that Anarah enjoyed. Not that she’d ever tell the harpy that.
They weren’t that kind of friends.
They didn’t really compliment each other or have touchy-feely conversations about shit. They were two assholes with chips on their shoulders who understood how shit the world could be.
And that was fine by Anarah.
@royalreef
Shit. Fuck. Shitfuck. That’s a merperson. Not just a merperson, that’s the goddamned princess of the merpeople. Approaching her. Okay Anarah, be cool. Be cool and don’t mention Izzy for the love of God.
“Princess Miranda Vanderbilt, right? An honor to meet you,” Anarah said, giving a very awkward bow. “Did...you need anything? I make plenty of medicines and antidotes. High quality stuff.” Good job Anarah, keep talking, that’ll make you seem less suspicious. Idiot.
The alternative was just stand there and wait to hear what the princess wanted, which still felt stupid, but maybe...slightly less stupid?
Big Bad Bosses is definitely an actual band in the MP/C universe and Anarah is secretly a HUGE fan.
@bestconqueror
“Get away from that!” Anarah shouted, dropping from the tree she was lounging in while her potions brewed, “Until they’re done they’re extremely volatile, you’ll burn this whole forest down!”
After the panic subsided, Anarah looked at the intruder on her workspace, “Waaaait a second. You’re Dahlia, right? Izzy mentioned a giant blue chick that was nice to her.” He posture relaxed for a moment. If this person was alright with Izzy, then Anarah supposed she could try to be nice.
“You know that was a close call. Well, for the forest at least,” she said examining the lab equipment that clearly had ‘Property of Spooky High’ stamped onto it. “Trying a new recipe. Should give people the ability to breathe fire if I did it right, but if it’s disturbed while it’s brewing well...kaboom.” She laughed nervously, “Um. I’m Anarah. And I’m terrible at introductions so this is the best you’re gonna get.”
@preparetodie
“For the last time, leave me alone!” The Slayer, or Aaravi, as she’d overheard some people calling her, was nothing if not persistent. A week ago someone had let slip that there was someone who could make health and mana potions in the woods and ever since then Anarah had been plagued by requests for supplies.
“My potions are not for sale! How many times do I have to repeat this? Go...level your herbalism or whatever the fuck it is you do and make your own!”
I have a few followers now so...like this for a starter from a bitchy lizard? I guess?
