The Tall Tales of Tizzy Sang

“Hmm, yer da pinkest Grot I’z evah seen, swear on Davy Jawz’s lockah. Ye painted yerself dat kolor or did some sorta weird warp shenaniganz do dat ta ye?” A massive, pirate like brute would ask, bent over so he could study the much smaller Tizzy.

The tiny pink creature gawked as she looked up at the stranger, excitement building very visibly in the way she bounced on the spot as her new friend leaned down to her. "Some weird sorta what?! Tizzy's always been pink!... Err.. Maybe.. Who're you?! Are we friends now?"

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“Da name’z Kaptin Zagbad Grimgul! Da biggest pirate ‘round!”

The Ork declares loudly, slowly taking a knee as to further inspect the small pink creature with one of his beady scarlet eyes.

“Az fer be’n a friend, ye wud ‘ave ta tell me wot ye can do. Can ye foight well?”

"Nice ta meet'cha Kaptin! Tizzy is Tizzy!" She beamed a wide, toothy grin up at the pirate and offered a tiny hand for a shake. "Tizzy can stab kinda good, and sneak kinda good, and make things kinda good! And collect shiny things really really good, look!" The little pink creature held forward her bag of treasures- Treasures being a collection of assorted metal trinkets she'd scavenged.

“Hmm, yer da pinkest Grot I’z evah seen, swear on Davy Jawz’s lockah. Ye painted yerself dat kolor or did some sorta weird warp shenaniganz do dat ta ye?” A massive, pirate like brute would ask, bent over so he could study the much smaller Tizzy.

The tiny pink creature gawked as she looked up at the stranger, excitement building very visibly in the way she bounced on the spot as her new friend leaned down to her. "Some weird sorta what?! Tizzy's always been pink!... Err.. Maybe.. Who're you?! Are we friends now?"

#HELLO MYSTERY FRIEND

reliving-elegy

A tiny pink thing runs into a robot's leg.

A dull thud audibly sounds as said robot punts a horrid pink thing.

The pink thing squeaks as she was kicked and bounces when she hits the floor. Overall, she didn't seem all that bothered as she sat up with her mouth opened wide.

"YA SO PINK! I DIN'T KNOW ROBOTS COULD BE PINK!"

#loud creature

A tiny pink thing climbs onto the end of Viktor's bed and sits there, just watching him with her head tilted curiously.

Viktor grunted awake and glanced over to the pink thing, his good eye looking the thing over a few times. Were this a few years prior, he would have been surprised by some random thing appearing at the end of his bed. But now, he’s become so complacent to the illogical he merely blinked, stared for a second to verify this wasn’t just something caught in his eye or a hallucination, and called for his son.

professional-shiny-examiner:

A loud gasp left the little pink thing, her ears drooping in accompaniment to the shock as both hands covered her mouth.

“Sorry mister!” She apologized quickly, and despite how exaggerated it seemed it was truly genuine with the expression she pulled. That subsided soon after the old guy’s question, becoming more of a stubborn little pout.

“Tizzy ain’t lost.. Tizzy don’t get lost, just… Explorin’… Yeh!”

Tizzy was very lost.

“Exploring? And here I thought urban exploring was no longer a regular pastime…” Viktor half-mumbled to himself. “I suppose if you’re being safe. You have protective gloves, correct? A mask?”

Viktor had his doubts that Tizzy was telling the truth, but figured playing along would bide enough time for him to think up a way to help the poor child. And, perhaps, give him the bit of amusement he has been craving for a few days now.

#ic #She probably been poisoned tbh #It's fine

Tizzy had no idea what 'urban' meant. And as for gloves and a mask.. Well. She looked down at her little gloveless hands then. Then lifted them both up to show the nice mister.

"Does Tizzy need gloves? S'hard to find gloves that fit y'know? 'N do I need a mask cus it's real stinky outside?"

× What? Me? I am no bird small furred child!

He points back, although his arm in length leaves but a few inches from their face and his index.

× Mind you a highly renowned, efficient and precise herbalist certified and unmatched in all things medical along side dabbling in - ramble ramble ramble ramble….

@professional-shiny-examiner

The doctor raising a hand quickly to halt them.

× Oh dear.. I don’t believe have enough pockets for this many dear Tizzy, tell you what! You hold on to the rest and I can fashion a makeshift neckless outta them later.

Casually tucking away the shell he had already taken into his coats pocket.

× Now, you said you were a yordle no? You know I’ve met a great many yordles in my lifetime now that I think it, can’t say I’ve seen one as energetic..

#ic #I have multiple concerns

Looking up at the doctor with a handful of shells, Tizzy nodded enthusiastically at the prospect of having them turned into jewellery, that was something she enjoyed doing herself too! Maybe they could make seashell jewellery together!

"Uh-huh!" She nodded with a chipper squeak, carefully putting all the shells back into her back of scavenged treasures. "Wooow you have?! Tizzy ain't even seen all that many other yordles mista, you must have a lotta friends huh?!" The little pink thing was still sat on the floor in front of the man whom she was convinced was actually a bird, still very clearly in awe.

× What? Me? I am no bird small furred child!

He points back, although his arm in length leaves but a few inches from their face and his index.

× Mind you a highly renowned, efficient and precise herbalist certified and unmatched in all things medical along side dabbling in - ramble ramble ramble ramble….

@professional-shiny-examiner

× Ah ha, yes Tizzy, a lovely name indeed and what a wonderous piece you have here, I may not look it but I’m quite a fan of sea ornaments. Gingerly, taking the shell eyeing it over.

× My name is LeoDontius Caviler, you can just call me Leo if that’s a bit too hard to remember.

The wide smile remained across her face, sharp canines on display as she listened to the doctor say more words she didn't understand. Upon noticing that he seemed to enjoy this gift, Tizzy excitedly reached into her bag again and filled her two little hands with as many seashells as she could before offering out to the doctor. She was obviously elated that she was able to make a new friend.

"Okay Mista Leodootus Cavilliar! D'ya want these shinies?"

#c: new friend

× What? Me? I am no bird small furred child!

He points back, although his arm in length leaves but a few inches from their face and his index.

× Mind you a highly renowned, efficient and precise herbalist certified and unmatched in all things medical along side dabbling in - ramble ramble ramble ramble….

@professional-shiny-examiner

× Ehm, yes. I see….Well as for gifts ahh Tizzy? You don’t particularly give spoiled goods…

Doctor casually flicks the lemon from his finger. × Ahh how do I explain..Ah this may clear things..

Leo brushed himself lightly before crouching placing an elbow on each knee to meet her high somewhat, peering down to them from the holes of his mask.

× I am a doctor you see; young creature. I am no bird, I would have wings if so, Now what might you be hm?

The little yordle's ears drooped a little as she watched the lemon get discarded, but she promptly gathered it up again and returned it to her bag before looking up at the bird man as he ducked down to her height.

Fascinated by the Doctor's words, Tizzy smiled widely and sat herself down, as if ready for a great tale to be told at length. When it was her turn, the tiny pink thing gasped and pointed at her face, both ears poking up.

"Tizzy is Tizzy! And Tizzy is a yordle. We're fluffy, and have big ears and like Tizzy likes treasures!" She tried another gift this time and pulled free a sizeable iridescent seashell from her bag and nudged it towards one of his hands. "See!"

#ic #big friend

Tizzy refers to herself in the first and third person. She knows how it works but most of her time, her tiny peanut brain is too excited and she speaks before she thinks more often than not. If she actually stopped for a moment to think things through before she says them, it's more likely she'd use a correct sentence structure.

#hc

A tiny pink thing climbs onto the end of Viktor's bed and sits there, just watching him with her head tilted curiously.

Viktor grunted awake and glanced over to the pink thing, his good eye looking the thing over a few times. Were this a few years prior, he would have been surprised by some random thing appearing at the end of his bed. But now, he’s become so complacent to the illogical he merely blinked, stared for a second to verify this wasn’t just something caught in his eye or a hallucination, and called for his son.

professional-shiny-examiner:

Tizzy blinked curiously at the stranger’s statement, a look of concern pulling at her expression.

“Spineless? Ya mean like- like the back spine?” In case this old man didn’t know what she was referring to, Tizzy was kind enough to point over her shoulder. “Ain’t that kinda important? Are ya hurt, old guy?”

“Yes, the back spine. It is important, and I suppose you could say I’m hurt, but it isn’t anything I am not used to. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me ‘old guy’. I’m not that old.”

Viktor looked Tizzy up and down once more. From the way she spoke, it was almost as though she were a child. A very pink, very hairy child, but a child nonetheless.

“Are you lost?” his tone changed drastically from before; more gentle and deep than terse as the metallic interference dulled. “I can see if my son can help you back home, if you would like.”

A loud gasp left the little pink thing, her ears drooping in accompaniment to the shock as both hands covered her mouth.

"Sorry mister!" She apologised quickly, and despite how exaggerated it seemed it was truly genuine with the expression she pulled. That subsided soon after the old guy's question, becoming more of a stubborn little pout.

"Tizzy ain't lost.. Tizzy don't get lost, just... Explorin'... Yeh!"

Tizzy was very lost.

#ic

A tiny pink thing climbs onto the end of Viktor's bed and sits there, just watching him with her head tilted curiously.

Viktor grunted awake and glanced over to the pink thing, his good eye looking the thing over a few times. Were this a few years prior, he would have been surprised by some random thing appearing at the end of his bed. But now, he’s become so complacent to the illogical he merely blinked, stared for a second to verify this wasn’t just something caught in his eye or a hallucination, and called for his son.

Both ears perked up at the name being called, a puzzled look pulling at her expression as she pointed at her own face. "No, Tizzy is Tizzy! You okay Mista?" The tiny pink yordle scooched herself further up the bed, not at all afraid to approach the stranger as he'd soon find her perched beside him on a pillow.

Tizzy wasn't exactly too sure how she got here in the first place, she was just following what she thought was a trail that would lead her to some treasure, but there was no treasure, just an old man.

Viktor scrunched his nose at Tizzy's approach, "Oh, talks."

The old man tensed up as Tizzy sat down on the pillow next to him, his malaise expression turning uncertain and fearful. His hair prickled with electricity. Hopefully this pink thing doesn't have any intention on stabbing him in the face, because there is little to nothing he could do to stop it at this moment.

"Nice to meet you, Tizzy. I'm fine. Effectively spineless, but fine."

Tizzy blinked curiously at the stranger's statement, a look of concern pulling at her expression.

"Spineless? Ya mean like- like the back spine?" In case this old man didn't know what she was referring to, Tizzy was kind enough to point over her shoulder. "Ain't that kinda important? Are ya hurt, old guy?"

#ic

About a year ago...

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to leave. She really had no idea where she was headed, or how to get there for that matter, but every part of her was saying that this was right. It's not as though there was a lot for her back at Bandle- She didn't really know anyone. Besides! A life of adventure was what her parents would've wanted for her, right? After all it's what they ended up doing! Why else would they have left her behind? Tizzy liked to imagine about them a lot when she felt sad. Though she'd never actually met them she liked to think she had a pretty good idea.

It was especially times like this though, where she'd wish they just come and get her, and take her home again. She shouldn't have left. She shouldn't of thought that it was a good idea.

Heavy rain beat down on the leaves above her that did a poor job of shielding her from the drops, with thick mud on her boots and clothes from where she sat, curled up on the ground beneath a bush.

With her knees against her chest and both hands in her hair, the yordle kept her head down and tucked herself up in a little ball, where she cried to herself and wished for home.

#Past post

Scavenger hoard.

#Tizzy's Treasures

A tiny pink thing climbs onto the end of Viktor's bed and sits there, just watching him with her head tilted curiously.

Viktor grunted awake and glanced over to the pink thing, his good eye looking the thing over a few times. Were this a few years prior, he would have been surprised by some random thing appearing at the end of his bed. But now, he’s become so complacent to the illogical he merely blinked, stared for a second to verify this wasn’t just something caught in his eye or a hallucination, and called for his son.

#ic #is this a new friend?

Both ears perked up at the name being called, a puzzled look pulling at her expression as she pointed at her own face. "No, Tizzy is Tizzy! You okay Mista?" The tiny pink yordle scooched herself further up the bed, not at all afraid to approach the stranger as he'd soon find her perched beside him on a pillow.

Tizzy wasn't exactly too sure how she got here in the first place, she was just following what she thought was a trail that would lead her to some treasure, but there was no treasure, just an old man.

× What? Me? I am no bird small furred child!

He points back, although his arm in length leaves but a few inches from their face and his index.

× Mind you a highly renowned, efficient and precise herbalist certified and unmatched in all things medical along side dabbling in - ramble ramble ramble ramble….

@professional-shiny-examiner

Tizzy blinked a couple of times as the bird started talking, her mouth widely agape in awe. She looked at the finger that hovered inches from her face, going slightly cross-eyed as the tall fellow went on and on and on about something she didn’t understand.

The tiny pink yordle beamed a wide smile at her new friend and started rummaging through her bag of assorted treasures and plucked free a lemon! The lemon was then impaled onto the end of the bird-man’s finger.

“LEMON!”

× Ramble Ra-… The doctor halted, noticing a molded mush seep through his velvet cloth, slowly pulling hand back to self, Leo merely stared blankly unsure how to process.

× Why have you done this. He questioned, watching the pasty citrus drip from his hand.