Post by Mari on Mar 17, 2017 15:56:15 GMT -8
"I was a little speechless~" Arle would reply somewhat sheepishly. "Honestly I didn't know what to say, or what to think. But it's alright, because it totally worked. Satan was furious~" Arle would go on to reply, flashing Rulue a bright smile. She wasn't even going to get into quietly enjoying the kiss. That was a detail that didn't need to be shared. I mean--It wasn't mutual, right? What was the point in sharing those feelings if they weren't returned? It kind of hurt, keeping those feelings to herself. However, she knew it would be wrong to admit them. She belonged to someone already, and it would hurt everyone involved if she didn't make an effort to control those feelings. ...Right? "...And extremely jealous. Honestly I regret provoking him, but I probably would've done it anyway if I didn't know he would've just harassed me even harder afterwards. Sooo..." Arle went on to explain, holding her arms out in a shrug. Rulue might notice that Arle didn't seem to be taking it very hard, so perhatps her guilt was misplaced?
"...Right. Let's get a move on. the mage would go on, shifting to lead the way to the dressfarm. Arriving there, it all looked ... relatively normal. Rows upon rows of beautiful clothes on terraced manequins were modeled for their enjoyment. This was clearly a shop for someone with some money to spend, and as expected from a store catering to fashionistas the biggest chunk of it was women's wear. Thankfully, there was no over the top lingerie to make Arle feel insecure. Apparently they'd seen fit to leave that to Victoria, or something. What neither of them could've known was that they were being watched! Or at least, not until the sound of vaguely evil laughter echoed from atop the highest terrace. Arle stopped what she was doing, inspecting a nice looking dress that she was rather skeptical about being able to pull off, to look at the terrace in question. From atop the lone mannequin standing there, the kielbasa revealed itself! The extra long sausage continued its cackling, breaking into a bit of a speech. "Fools~! You've walked into your dooms!" the kielbasa announced, pointing down at the duo with one of its spindly, almost too thin to be real arms.
"...What now? Are you going to destroy us?" Arle sassed rather dryly, not enjoying being talked down to by a sausage. This slightly flustered the kielbasa. "Uh--...Well that is plan B. I have a better plan though!" the Kielbasa awkwardly corrected. "No offense, but your minions have been really bad at their jobs. What makes you think you're any different?" Arle went on to remark, clearly having none of this. "Because I have become a god! You think you're so clever, eating my warriors. But by doing so you've sealed your fate! Even now, they plot against you from within!" the kielbasa snapped back, shacking a fist from his perch. "...That's really stupid. But we did bring all of your friends with us! Wanna come down and say hi~?" Arle replied, smirking knowingly at the sole remaining food terrorist. "...No! In fact, I think I'm just going to stay up here and watch~ Now. Rise, my minions! Rise and show these mouthy women what they're made of! Gyahahaha!" the kielbasa roared! Arle fluttered her lips in exasperation, quietly debating just how stupid this terrorist was. Before she could reach any conclusions, however, she felt a resurgence of movement from deep within her! Rulue in comparison has been pre-established to be made of tougher stuff, so whether she even feels anything is questionable--but it certainly has little to no effect if she does. Arle though. She trembled a bit as the food terrorists she'd previously thought defeated tried to struggle their way free of their prisons. It was... not very effective. Although it certainly felt strange and made her a bit queasy, the food terrorists were still too weak even when they were trying their hardest. All they succeeded in doing was causing Arle some mild to moderate discomfort. The mage folded her arms under her chest, tightening her abdominal muscles to help quell the uprising. " . . . Nothing??" the kielbasa asked in disbelief. "I mean... they gave me a cramp, so there's that." Arle replied rather lamely. She was noticeably a bit more irritable, but otherwise seemed to be okay. "...You don't at least want to take it easy for a bit??" the kielbasa would protest in response to this. "Nnnope. This is still a pretty normal day for me. Wanna give up now?" "I said I had a plan B! Weren't you listening?!" "...Not really."
...The kielbasa sighed in frustration. "Well then... Let me show you! Step up here with me~" the kielbasa commanded. Arle promptly got flashbacks to an awful childhood experience as her body betrayed her, stepping forward and awkwardly, clumsily climbing up onto the first terrace. "Gyaaa! What's happening?!" Arle blurted out in alarm, decidedly no longer in the mood for taking the kielbasa lightly. "Hahaha~! You are what you eat, annoying girl. My minions have complete control over your gross motor skills and majority control of the fiiine." the Kielbasa explained, eliciting a cringe from Arle. "That's crazy!!" Arle shouted in a mild panic. "It works! ...And it will last for... Well let's just say hours. More than long enough to deal with your friend here. She may have resisted, somehow, but with all of your giant strength, she'll lay no hands upon me!" the kielbasa went on to cackle. On cue, Arle would turn on Rulue and strike a combatitive pose, ready to block Rulue off from approaching the food terrorist. The mage looked pretty uncomfortable. She knew as well as Rulue did that the Kielbasa was wrong to think Arle could defend him from Rulue, especially since whatever mall magic it was working on her hadn't taken control of her voice. She was still worried that she might hit Rulue though--or worse, get beaten up. She had hoped that when they'd made up, it would be the last time Rulue would hurt her. But now she wasn't so sure. The fighting queen might be forced to attack her to get past! Arle fell silent now, nervously averting her eyes from Rulue and pursing her lips to communicate that she refused to use her magic voice against Rulue without cluing the kielbasa in to what was going on. She seemed to be anxiously waiting to see what Rulue would do, faced with this difficult situation.((Rulue! Arle is going to try and physically block you off from the kielbasa! It's unlikely that she is going to stop trying to protect him anytime soon, and it doesn't sound like defeating him would free her from his minions control. This is an open ended problem. Solve it however you see fit, and roll a stat appropriate to whatever you're doing. Alternatively you can choose to simply beat Arle up until she stops fighting back, in which case you will be allowed to do this without rolling, as let's face it rolling would only prolong the inevitable.))
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Mar 17, 2017 15:58:29 GMT -8 by Mari
One moment Arle was being lifted into the air and the next she'd taken flight. She hadn't really gotten a chance to respond to the other's apology, but it was probably for the best. Who knew how long her squirming body could be restrained before an errant arm flailed and slapped Rulue in the face. That was something she'd prefer to avoid, even if it meant being ragdolled against the whatever she wound up hitting. Arle soared through the air for a moment before she could overcome her disorientation and get a good look at what was in front of her. To her alarm, a circular rack of clothes awaited her! The mage landed to the sound of metal poles smacking the wood floor and a yelp as one of those poles managed to find her face. Arle involuntarily squirmed but found that she was now tightly tangled in the clothes in a very uncomfortable position. Her tiara rolled several meters away before clattering to a stop nearby. One of her arms was drawn back in a way that strained the muscles, in particular. She wouldn't be able to free herself without using her brain, which thankfully whoever was at the controls didn't have much of. It hurt as they tried to free her body from the tangled mess of poles and clothes, but they soon gave up and she was left to hang there by her arm. ...Welp. This was her life now, at least for however long it took for Rulue to defeat the big bad doofus over there and for her body to be returned to her control. Arle wished only that she could tend to her face. That pole had gotten her right in the eye and she felt as she were bruising. Perfect.
