#thebestmaster (thread 1)

[rubberhosing]

A nightclub for villains and antagonist-types? Well, she has to go there! She has to beat up all those no-good ne'er-do-wells, give ‘em the ol’ one-two! That’ll teach ‘em to mess with the good guys!

Except... as she found out soon after entering, she couldn’t fight while she was in there. She couldn’t even extend her limbs and do a little roughhousing! Well, ain’t that just a load of applesauce.

But, she had gone all this way. Might as well get to know folks. Not like she was having much luck doing that elsewhere.

She sits at a table and flops dramatically across from some weird-looking alien, with a big hat and strings on his hands leading up to some wooden boards. He looks in the dumps - real down ‘n’ out.

“Y’know, I kinda feel outta place in this joint. Just me?”

(For @forsakenpumpkin​!)

[baaternal]

( @forsakenpumpkin )

Oh, the last few days have been long indeed. She had been so close to freedom, true freedom. Much had been lost, and she was filled with many regrets, but at least she could say the barrier had been broken. Perhaps that was selfish of her to think, but... things did seem to finally be changing for the better.

To be trapped here, in this new prison, was difficult for her to accept.

She’d taken to taking regular walks. One purpose of these was to get the layout of her new home, to understand it as well as she understood the Ruins. The second, though, was just to relax. She was old - very old - but walking sometimes helped calm her nerves.

She was on one of those walks, in the Fibonacci District, when she spotted a few human children. They were staring at... a monster of some kind? It resembled a jack’o’lantern from old human customs, except that it was floating and had a hat.

She didn’t know what it was doing, but she swore she overheard it say the word “scare.”

That was enough for her. No monster was going to be terrifying children on her watch.

She sidles over to the monster, making sure it can see her, and gives it her best glare.