June 24/June 25, late night/early morning
Southern Glen
Ever the hunter and self provider, Adel had set up a camp of sorts by the lake at the glen. The fire that burned before him seemed to be dying, but he didn't care much. After all, it was warm and the fire had already fulfilled its purpose of cooking, as the scent of slightly burnt fish (who said he was a chef?) wafted around him and the surrounding area. Sitting in the grass on cloak and beside his supplies, he overlooked the lake as he had the occasional nibble of fish.
Poppy was out there -- far out there, in both the physical and mental arenas. Why? Well, because she was drunk, and really far off course from home. There was a bottle of something in her hand as she stumbled along, dressed in a cute little tennis-like ensemble, as per usual. Singing, too! She was singing some strange song in a completely different language from he usual.
He turned his head and furrowed his brow as he was certain he heard something. The fish he ate was returned to rest with the remnants at the fire before he moved to his feet. Adel didn't think to go for his weapon just yet, but one could never be too cautious in the woods. "Who's out there?"
The night was something the minstrel had grown to love over a long period of time. His emerald eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as he arrived in the Glen. Soerl found it was usually a good place to sit and think.
Was that a voice? She thought it might be, so she stopped and tried her best to stay silent. Was something coming? And staying silent was not easy for anyone who's had a bit too much. So, she turned to nothing and shooshed it, then another nothing, then giggled like there was no tomorrow.
So focused on the source of singing and giggling, as it was a lady (he hoped) after all, he missed the sight of the minstrel not so far away. Adel moved his hand to his belt, closer to his katar, but he didn't yet draw it. Walking towards the source of the noises he heard, he called out again, "If someone is there, you had best come out. There is all manner of vile beast wandering these woods." It was a slight exaggeration to be sure, but he hoped it would lure her out.
Considering his senses remained heightened even while normal, the giggling got Soerl's attention. A golden brow lifted, briefly. He started to move in the direction he heard it from.
"Beats? No, no, there's no beats here..." Poppy must have misheard things, because she was giggling away like a fool afterwards. Then, as she stepped closer, she started to beatbox, sloshing the alcohol out of the bottle here and there.
Adel's interest and intrigue was piqued. Such behavior seemed typical of a wild pixie or fae. "Er, no, I did not say beats." He grinned, somewhat lopsidedly. "I said-" The sound of another pair of footsteps caught his attention, putting him back on guard. Moving forward, he looked about and was able to catch the sight of green eyes, almost otherworldly in their intensity. "-beast, and it looks as if one might be heading for you now my dear." It was dark, and Adel wasn't blessed with above the norm eyesight.
Her beatboxing came to a stop, as Adel was talking to her. And when she saw his caution, she turned and took a long pull from the bottle, eying the darkness. She really couldn't see much of anything, but that didn't seem to worry her too much. "Is that something there?" A hand pointed totally in the wrong direction from where Soerl was.
"I am no beast, friend." Best to quell such thought quickly. The minstrel spoke up, though he continued on toward Poppy. He shook his head when Poppy pointed away from him. He could see rather clearly, even in the darkness.
He was still cautious, but Adel took the words to heart as he mused to himself. "I suppose they weren't lying when they said this was a popular tourist spot..." Moving forward to clear branches and bush, he finally got a somewhat clear view of the girl. Certainly no fae or pix, but human instead? He grit his teeth, quelling his agitation of such before taking note of what was in her hand. It wasn't hard to put two and two together after that.
Slow didn't even begin to describe the way the tall, monstrous man walked through the glen. Branches rustled, twigs snapped, boots fell heavy on leaves and dirt. There appeared to be little attempt at subtlety in his approach, nor in his weaponry of choice. A machete, with what looked like dark-red splotches of something all over it. He wore dark blue overalls, also mottled with what appeared to be the same crimson substance, and a ratty white t-shirt underneath. His boots were heavily scuffed and marked. His face was hidden entirely by a white hockey mask, with smears of red above the nose and on either cheek.
Was that her brother? She leaned forward, squinting, but then shrugged it off and headed toward Adel, bottle held down at her side and arm outstretched. "Listen, I don't know about you, but it's hot out here and I could use a drink. Or a swim. How's that sound, hm?" As she got closer, she tried to squint at Adel as well, but failed miserably. "You're cute?" Most definitely a question, as she couldn't see straight.
He intended to say something to Poppy. She was quite obviously drunk, in his eyes. The sound was what got his attention. "Hm?" He turned, looking around for the source.
Even coming from a human, Adel could appreciate such comments. She was a lady, after all, and all ladies were wondrous things, human or no. "Why thank you my dear." He grinned, darkness surely hiding the hint of dimple that threatened to appear. "You're quite the looker yourself." He winked to her, another thing lost to the darkness. "As far as a swim or drink, perhaps at a later time wh-" He was cut off, sighing as it seems they had yet another guest. "Now this is just ridiculous..." Adel turned to the newest source, squinting towards the darkness. He soon saw a branch rustle, and a limb shift, and then there was.. something he couldn't quite make out. Big and dark- but the sheen of a blade certainly caught his attention. Muttering a curse beneath his breath, as it certainly didn't look as if this being would stop, Adel sorted out his priorities. Drunk girl definitely beat emerald eyed gentleman, so with a fluid gesture he scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder before making a quick retreat back out towards the opening near the lake.
Southern Glen
Ever the hunter and self provider, Adel had set up a camp of sorts by the lake at the glen. The fire that burned before him seemed to be dying, but he didn't care much. After all, it was warm and the fire had already fulfilled its purpose of cooking, as the scent of slightly burnt fish (who said he was a chef?) wafted around him and the surrounding area. Sitting in the grass on cloak and beside his supplies, he overlooked the lake as he had the occasional nibble of fish.
Poppy was out there -- far out there, in both the physical and mental arenas. Why? Well, because she was drunk, and really far off course from home. There was a bottle of something in her hand as she stumbled along, dressed in a cute little tennis-like ensemble, as per usual. Singing, too! She was singing some strange song in a completely different language from he usual.
He turned his head and furrowed his brow as he was certain he heard something. The fish he ate was returned to rest with the remnants at the fire before he moved to his feet. Adel didn't think to go for his weapon just yet, but one could never be too cautious in the woods. "Who's out there?"
The night was something the minstrel had grown to love over a long period of time. His emerald eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as he arrived in the Glen. Soerl found it was usually a good place to sit and think.
Was that a voice? She thought it might be, so she stopped and tried her best to stay silent. Was something coming? And staying silent was not easy for anyone who's had a bit too much. So, she turned to nothing and shooshed it, then another nothing, then giggled like there was no tomorrow.
So focused on the source of singing and giggling, as it was a lady (he hoped) after all, he missed the sight of the minstrel not so far away. Adel moved his hand to his belt, closer to his katar, but he didn't yet draw it. Walking towards the source of the noises he heard, he called out again, "If someone is there, you had best come out. There is all manner of vile beast wandering these woods." It was a slight exaggeration to be sure, but he hoped it would lure her out.
Considering his senses remained heightened even while normal, the giggling got Soerl's attention. A golden brow lifted, briefly. He started to move in the direction he heard it from.
"Beats? No, no, there's no beats here..." Poppy must have misheard things, because she was giggling away like a fool afterwards. Then, as she stepped closer, she started to beatbox, sloshing the alcohol out of the bottle here and there.
Adel's interest and intrigue was piqued. Such behavior seemed typical of a wild pixie or fae. "Er, no, I did not say beats." He grinned, somewhat lopsidedly. "I said-" The sound of another pair of footsteps caught his attention, putting him back on guard. Moving forward, he looked about and was able to catch the sight of green eyes, almost otherworldly in their intensity. "-beast, and it looks as if one might be heading for you now my dear." It was dark, and Adel wasn't blessed with above the norm eyesight.
Her beatboxing came to a stop, as Adel was talking to her. And when she saw his caution, she turned and took a long pull from the bottle, eying the darkness. She really couldn't see much of anything, but that didn't seem to worry her too much. "Is that something there?" A hand pointed totally in the wrong direction from where Soerl was.
"I am no beast, friend." Best to quell such thought quickly. The minstrel spoke up, though he continued on toward Poppy. He shook his head when Poppy pointed away from him. He could see rather clearly, even in the darkness.
He was still cautious, but Adel took the words to heart as he mused to himself. "I suppose they weren't lying when they said this was a popular tourist spot..." Moving forward to clear branches and bush, he finally got a somewhat clear view of the girl. Certainly no fae or pix, but human instead? He grit his teeth, quelling his agitation of such before taking note of what was in her hand. It wasn't hard to put two and two together after that.
Slow didn't even begin to describe the way the tall, monstrous man walked through the glen. Branches rustled, twigs snapped, boots fell heavy on leaves and dirt. There appeared to be little attempt at subtlety in his approach, nor in his weaponry of choice. A machete, with what looked like dark-red splotches of something all over it. He wore dark blue overalls, also mottled with what appeared to be the same crimson substance, and a ratty white t-shirt underneath. His boots were heavily scuffed and marked. His face was hidden entirely by a white hockey mask, with smears of red above the nose and on either cheek.
Was that her brother? She leaned forward, squinting, but then shrugged it off and headed toward Adel, bottle held down at her side and arm outstretched. "Listen, I don't know about you, but it's hot out here and I could use a drink. Or a swim. How's that sound, hm?" As she got closer, she tried to squint at Adel as well, but failed miserably. "You're cute?" Most definitely a question, as she couldn't see straight.
He intended to say something to Poppy. She was quite obviously drunk, in his eyes. The sound was what got his attention. "Hm?" He turned, looking around for the source.
Even coming from a human, Adel could appreciate such comments. She was a lady, after all, and all ladies were wondrous things, human or no. "Why thank you my dear." He grinned, darkness surely hiding the hint of dimple that threatened to appear. "You're quite the looker yourself." He winked to her, another thing lost to the darkness. "As far as a swim or drink, perhaps at a later time wh-" He was cut off, sighing as it seems they had yet another guest. "Now this is just ridiculous..." Adel turned to the newest source, squinting towards the darkness. He soon saw a branch rustle, and a limb shift, and then there was.. something he couldn't quite make out. Big and dark- but the sheen of a blade certainly caught his attention. Muttering a curse beneath his breath, as it certainly didn't look as if this being would stop, Adel sorted out his priorities. Drunk girl definitely beat emerald eyed gentleman, so with a fluid gesture he scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder before making a quick retreat back out towards the opening near the lake.