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@atrox-tempestas
Olgan Du'Val Ulefar Zedara Belloux Veos

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" I see.. then it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Belloux.. " the name certainly sounded funny on his tongue.. almost sounded like he was saying 'ballocks' instead, but that part he kept inside.
" Thank you Miss, if there is anything I can do to repay you. please let me know. " he can't help but want to return the kindness.
She pulled the pan from the stove and put it on a wooden piece, it would seem some ham slices, a side of eggs,, mixed with some veggies for color we're in the pan, sizzling away, certainly aiding in filling the room with a pleasant smell, while she would crouch down behind her to grab some bread, wooden spoon replaced with a sharp knife as she was now facing styx. "Keep a young Wolf company for the rest of the day, and perhaps the next, and we'll call it even." A sly smile, before a brow would raise. "Bread?"
The deer rubs the back of his head, he does recall a tree vaguely.. his head started to throb as he thought about it, shaking his head.
" I.. I see, In that case. you have my gratitude. " the Cleric bows his head before them. " I am Styx, a Cleric of Hecate. how might I address you miss? "
"Belloux." Her accent thick as she pursed her lips and blew him a kiss and a wink. She enjoyed this part, the play, the act, making one believe her a kind soul. It was fun! "You can call me Bell if you would rather, but try my full name first." A bit of laughter.
"it is a pleasure Monsieur Styx." She would give a toothy smile, before pointing to a seat with her wooden spoon, then returning back to her cooking.
The deer felt off, not sure what in the world had happened to him. he recalls next to nothing " I.. I'm sorry, I know this is rude of me. but what happened?? who are you Miss? "
"Mmm, guess it really was a hard hit if you don't remember anything." A frown as she puts one hand on her hip. 'Well, we had a rather nasty storm a couple days ago, I don't know what you were doing out in the woods, looked like you were in a hurry, not worried, but in a hurry. I was going to go see what you were up to and if you needed help when a big bolt of lightning came down and struck a tree, you were in it's path. I wasn't fast enough, but I'm guessing you've got quite the faith because you weren't a pancake on the ground under the oak when I got to you. Were bleeding though." She points to his head with the wooden spoon she held, though his head had no bandages on it.
"So, I brought you here and let you rest. You seemed stable enough, so I just kept taking care of you until you woke." She shrugs. As she spoke though, events did become clearer, memories somewhat stitching back together in hazy way...enough to help coo-berate her story.
Styx found himself more confused by the second, glancing around the place. when he came out of the room, he looked over towards this stranger.
" I uh.. Hello?? "
She was wearing some simpler clothes, no need to be in her full getup when hanging out around the cabin!
Ear twitched, tail perked up some as she would glance back in a feigned surprise. "Oh! Up already? Welcome back to the world of the living, lucky to, take a blow like that to your head and most people tend to not come back walking." She pauses humming. 'Well, might come back walking, but then a necromancer is involved, or maybe a cleric was quick enough...regardless! Hi~" Her tune was far more sing song now.
"Making some food, didn't know if you ate meat or not so there is ah some fruits you can bite into if you want." She idly points to the counter behind her, a few stools present to over look the kitchen area.

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The deer quietly rubs the back of his head, whining softly as he'd push himself up to his hooves. " Uhg.. Gods what happened last night..? " he'd begin to inspect his surroundings..
He moved towards the doorway.
Coming closer to the doorway he could her feint sizzling, tell tale signs something was being cooked right and proper! (outside the smell of course).
Belloux's ear twitched, she could hear the rustling going on, knowing well enough that her guest had woken up. She chose to quietly hum a tune to herself as she went about making food.
Styx would find going through the door that he was in a decent sized cabin, the nearby window telling that they were still in the woods, but the place..looked rather nice, especially given he would walk out and find he was on the second floor; A set of stairs off to his right, the main floor seeming to be combined with the kitchen, perhaps a room under him as well, a couple doors to his left and right, a rather fancy location considered. And a woman casually cooking away, tail wagging methodically, humming an odd melancholic tune.
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What had happened? How did Styx wake up in this unknown bed in this unknown place? Well with the throbbing pain in his head, it was certainly a struggle to remember! But the glimpses of what could be recalled might include, some hellish storms, some lightning, and a rather concerningly large tree getting bigger by the second, then nothing...and now here he was!
The good news at least was it seemed he was safe, his stuff was folded neatly nearby, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of food, a rather comfortable and pleasant thing to wake up to!
Like to be Manipulated by belloux :3
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I do bite, but if I had only my memories as a teen I'd take off fingers. Or try to. The rebellious teen phase hit me very hard. ❞
Some people would say she never left that phase. Those some people would probably end up dead.
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ A hurricane in a forest. You'd be right, that's be a terrible idea. Occasionally if I'm fast enough I can snap their necks, I was too slow this time. ❞
"A lesson to be faster then, but also lets me know you do let your guard down." At the risk of getting stabbed, she could take advantage of this.
"What were you doing when you got the spell cast on you? Asking for no particular reason, just curious." Curious how to better sneak up on them!
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ They only changed me physically, if they altered my memories I'd be much more prone to biting. ❞
A grumbling sigh,
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ A week from today. ❞
"Should bite more often when you're back to normal, would be fun." She chuckles before letting out a sigh.
"Should try to find ways to cripple those mages before they cast their spells, I would suggest a hurricane around your home, but that seems less feasible for where you live..."

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|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Die. ❞
Giving Olgan the middle finger.
"I'm glad you havent changed much. She does eye them up though, plenty of physical changes for certain.
"When does the magic wear off?"
"Grey magic strikes again. They always seem to do something comical, always a pleasure to witness." A toothy grin, a barely contained chuckle.
The poor imp could plead. But no answer came from the tower. There was just a long line of silence....
....???
And a distant sound of mariachi music?
It was very odd sounding from where it came around the corner. Almost...tinny. Like it was being played out of instruments a 1/100th of its normal size.
He figured that wouldn't work, he was stuck between the quarreling of two petty powers, but it was worth a shot. Taking in a deep breath, he would let out a long sigh...one that would be interrupted by...music?
His reaction was notable confusion, uncertain what really to do...Perhaps if he found some living breathing hell born he could get one to guide him to the Madame of the tower? it would seem a better option then just sitting around, he didn't really feel like going on another hunger strike, that was unpleasant.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and..cautiously followed the sound of the music, that, well it did get louder, as he drew closer but it still sounded, small?
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Well they look like mine, so how could I not enjoy them?
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ A bit egotistical, but not the worst reason I've heard. ❞
"Ego...What?? We literally have the same color eyes! And I like my eyes, so by default I like yours!"
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If the Butler assumed he had won simply because he made it inside the tower, clearly he did not know the layout well enough.
Regardless of how much time had passed waiting, the Queen did not come. There was food reappearing under the cloche of the tray, and the teapot refilled itself with something refreshing every four hours. But no sign of anyone. One could find a bathroom adjacent, but other than that, the silence in the tower seemed to stretch on and on.
And a teasing reminder to the imp, of the terms that most likely would get him the audience he wanted.
You can change sides at any time.
He did use the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing back to his own personal standard before walking back out into the room and returning to the tray of food, the teapot as well, then the sign.
Quietly he would sit down, quietly munching on some snacks, having some tea as well. At least the women had class, he would give her that, but to try and make him switch sides? He was no fool, no one would want an Imp who betrayed their Lady, This was a trick, besides...he wouldn't betray Belloux, He couldn't..
"Just, Take the message Madame. Please." He sat there, silent.