Good Things Come in Small Packages (Elentiya, Harriet, Gwen)
Jul 25, 2015 3:22:38 GMT
Post by number11train on Jul 25, 2015 3:22:38 GMT
Still cursing, Petri simultaneously tried to roll back to his feet and grab for his missing club, managing to achieve neither in his haste. His clumsiness lasted only seconds, but it was enough for Elentiya to catch up and shove the growing staff-to-sapling in his direction.
He jerked as the roots suddenly entwined themselves over his legs, shaking his feet wildly in an attempt to dislodge them. The wood was only growing thicker and stronger though, so in the few moments Petri wasted trying to shake it off instead of getting away, the tree had dug itself into the ground and planted there with him caught between.
Making an infuriated sound, Petri slapped futilely at the buckling pavement with his free hand – the rest of his limbs were becoming immobilised with all the roots around them – and yelled, “What is this? Let me go!” Then, raising his voice to the surrounding buildings: “Help! Help, I’m being attacked!”
“Oh, shut up!” The older lady was finally catching up now and, ignoring Petri’s woes, she looked between Elentiya and the flourishing tree with eyebrows raised in approval. “Well, this is nice. You all good, got him tight?”
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Not letting go of Harriet’s hand for a second, Gwen barrelled along with her and the guards back the way they had come. As Bakar’s unmoving body came into view, the guards slowed and then stopped, before the elf woman nodded at Harriet’s words and stepped forwards. While she checked Bakar and fastened some light manacles around his wrists, Eric glanced all around to assess their surroundings for leftover dangers. “Where’s your friend?” he wondered aloud, a small frown on his face.
“Uhh.” Gwen looked around too, where indeed? “Elentiya? Elentiyaaaa!” she tried yelling out some more, but there was no response. Chewing her lip a bit, she glanced at Harriet and seemed to strike on a thought. “Hey, you wanna try calling really, really loud for her? You’ve got a pretty super voice when you want it to be!”
He jerked as the roots suddenly entwined themselves over his legs, shaking his feet wildly in an attempt to dislodge them. The wood was only growing thicker and stronger though, so in the few moments Petri wasted trying to shake it off instead of getting away, the tree had dug itself into the ground and planted there with him caught between.
Making an infuriated sound, Petri slapped futilely at the buckling pavement with his free hand – the rest of his limbs were becoming immobilised with all the roots around them – and yelled, “What is this? Let me go!” Then, raising his voice to the surrounding buildings: “Help! Help, I’m being attacked!”
“Oh, shut up!” The older lady was finally catching up now and, ignoring Petri’s woes, she looked between Elentiya and the flourishing tree with eyebrows raised in approval. “Well, this is nice. You all good, got him tight?”
--
Not letting go of Harriet’s hand for a second, Gwen barrelled along with her and the guards back the way they had come. As Bakar’s unmoving body came into view, the guards slowed and then stopped, before the elf woman nodded at Harriet’s words and stepped forwards. While she checked Bakar and fastened some light manacles around his wrists, Eric glanced all around to assess their surroundings for leftover dangers. “Where’s your friend?” he wondered aloud, a small frown on his face.
“Uhh.” Gwen looked around too, where indeed? “Elentiya? Elentiyaaaa!” she tried yelling out some more, but there was no response. Chewing her lip a bit, she glanced at Harriet and seemed to strike on a thought. “Hey, you wanna try calling really, really loud for her? You’ve got a pretty super voice when you want it to be!”