>>5216027>>5215735>>5215699>>5215695>>5215688>>5215675>>5215596>>5215559>Let Ava take care of the poltergeist.“..Fine.” You dither. “Just make it quick. And try to retrieve the flamberge while you’re at it, too.”
“I’ll get more than the flamberge.” Ava steps with gentle grace toward the poltergeist, who begins to grow aggressive–its sword swinging and book twirling about the length of cloth, the notes of its harp grow impossibly discordant. The dhampir, however, eases just under the blade and along past the bent strings of the harp as she rests a hand against the skull’s “cheek.”
"That lot may have wanted to put you to rest, but I intend on taking you to bed." She smiles, her eyes half-lidded.
You have to cover the doll’s ears for what comes after. Even the berserker looks away from the scene in shame. After the string of punny soliloquies, confessions of love, and “subtle” lewd innuendos, the poltergeist’s array of objects begin lazily lolling about in the air, the ghostly eye in its skull socket twirling. The dhampir plucks the flamberge from the air and hands it to you.
“See? No waste of ammo or energy. I can pacify monsters with ease.” The dhampir smirks, her face flush.
“..You know,” You begin, as you heft the weight of the flamberge up. It’s got a solid weight–more suitable for you right now. “In noble society, it’s considered indecent for a lady to play with another’s heart like that.”
“What? Don’t be a prude.” Ava scoffs. “Nothing wrong with playing around sometimes. Marriage is one thing, this is another.”
You continue on forward along past the ledge after that indecent display. The length of the journey along the sheer edge of the cliff continues on for quite some time–another half hour passes before the ledge begins to ease back up onto the level ground of the COFFIN proper, the half-strung and sunken architecture a strange relief after such precarious travel.
Your relief at the continuance, however, is short-lived. The familiar clop of horse hoof alerts you to another presence–and the dhampir as well. Her pupils grow sharp.
“..It’s one of them. Hide us. Me and Noelle.” Ava mutters, throwing a hood beneath her cloak up and guising her features. “If you’d like to prevent my head from falling from my shoulders, then you’ll have to cover for me. Meet them with confidence and do not hesitate to throw your noble title about, like you’re so apt to do.”
You hardly get the chance to ask her what this is about.
>Leave them in the open. You’ll use your diplomatic skills to cover for them.>Attempt to hide them beneath your coat. You’ve got a big enough frame.>Just stand in front of them with the berserker. You’re both big enough to easily cover the both of them.>Write-In. 