Kitsune House! IC

[Bhaakon]

Episode I: A New Dope

Turmoil has engulfed Kitsune House! The status of the House
charter is in dispute.

Hoping to resolve the situation with a quiet investigation, the
Dean of Students has placed the house on double secret
probation, banning parties and subjecting the small sorority
to random searches for contraband.

While the Thassilonian Council endlessly debates this alarming
chain of events, the proud citizen of Kitsune House!, unaware
of the brewing controversy, have made an incredible discovery...

Really, you should have tried this ages ago. It really seems so obvious, isolating the psychoactive agents in dream spider poison from the more dangerous components and applying it to you most potent smoking herb. Sure, you had to raid the labs and, somehow, release most of the caged spiders in order to collect enough webbing for Brogue to manufacture the first batch. The theft seems to have gone without a serious hitch. The custodian you found cocooned in the hallway when you left was an unfortunate casualty, but he addressed you as the mortal heralds of Peacock Spirit and promised to curry your bearowl mounts after his nap, so no real worries there. Besides, it's not like you were wearing your actual faces.

You returned to the House and Brogue got to work. The infused pipe weed was ready a few hours later. That was midnight. It's now noon, and you laze about the House enjoying the fruits of Brogue's labors, chatting with very polite trans-dimensional roundworms, watching the ubiquitous dunes of spare scarves soak up the ceiling as it drips onto the floor, and counting the fingers on your hands (anywhere between three and forty-two, and they've yet to 'fing' even once).

There's a knock at the door. Actual knuckles rapping on wood, not the booming thud of the glorious brass fox-head door knocker that's graced the Kitsune House! door since its founding.

Anyone sober enough the stumble enough to door peers through the peepholes cunningly hidden in the knocker's eyes. The knocking continues, but you see no one outside. Also, the foliage of the scruffy hedge row in front of the House appears to be turning a jaunty shade of purple for the spring, and the little orange mammoth shaving in the birdbath is going to clog the drain again.

[ylvathrall]

Suiko yawns widely and looks at the door, blinking. She's currently lounging in a heap of scarves in the main room of the House, watching the armadillos dancing on the walls. She's currently in the body of a black-furred female catfolk who'd passed through in a trading caravan a month or so earlier, a fact Suiko remembers mostly because she'd accidentally started a brawl with some poorly-timed word choices when she went to have a bit of fun with them.

Now, though, the body is appealing mainly because she can periodically rub her face against a pouch of catnip and add another tone to the ongoing spider high. She took her clothes off earlier when a pink minotaur told her they were on fire, and while she now doubts the veracity of his claim, it seems like far too much work to find them again, so for the moment she's wearing nothing but fur and occasionally a scarf.

Going to the door also seems like too much work, so instead she just continues to lounge and enjoy a high just strong enough to be not quite too intense. In her brief rounds of lucidity she scratches Sumi, occasionally even getting the right Sumi, and idly considers the feasibility of domesticating some dream spiders.

[The Hellbug]

Best idea you've had in ages, Brogue thinks for what may be the thousandth time. Well, it hadn't been his idea, alone--someone else had been a little more knowledgeable about the phase spiders themselves, but he can't remember exactly who it was. That's not the only thing he can't remember; Terrence has been stuck in Brogue's room since the the chemist had created his latest masterpiece, and the familiar hasn't ever been quite dexterous enough to work the doorknob. Additionally, in his addled state, the pig's master gives no heed to it's distress, being much more distracted by the numbness in his foot where someone is stroking it.

Knock, knock.

"It's open!"

Now back to that last train of thought--yes, the vase in front of him. He and it had clearly been friends for a very long time, but it's been lonely ever since it's twin got broken in that party a couple years back--yes, the with the singing. That one with the singing. I'll have to do something about that. I'm sure there's a good place downtown. All I have to do is swing by when...

Knock, knock.

"Still open."

There it goes again. What was I thinking about? I know it was good but...oh yes, the spiders. There were certainly more on campus somewhere, and Brogue really would have to acquire them. In fact, he might have to think of a more permanent solution to the problem he had never known he had...

KNOCK, KNOCK

Now it was getting ridiculous. Whatever cretin was at the door, disturbing a perfectly good afternoon, would have to be dealt with, Brogue style. He rolls over on the sofa where he had been languishing, searching the end table for his glasses with one of his hands, but to no avail. Now thinking that life certainly couldn't become any more inconvenient than this very moment, Brogue pulls himself to his feet and stumbles over to the door, wearing only a bathrobe. A quick peek outside gives the kitsune very little, though he wonders if their normal exterminator would charge extra for that damned mammoth.

"I told you it's...oh wait no it isn't," Brogue says, his frustration giving way to confusion as he realizes that the door is, indeed, locked. He turns the lock and opens the door, shielding his eyes as the harsh daylight streams into the living area.

[QuidEst]

Kyoni was sprawled on a pile of cushions, her head hanging over the edge, looking at the world upside down. Or at least, she was looking in the world's general direction, but what she was actually looking at involved a lot more fractals and floating roundworms. Protean voidworms, she thought to herself. She remembered that! Flying worms that changed colors were voidworms. And voidworms could turn into things. Things like foxes! Her eyes narrowed as one of the foxes wandered by. She grabbed at it, staring it down. "Did the Lords of Chaos send you, deceiver?" she demanded. The fox didn't say anything, proving its innocence, so she put it down. In the process, she noticed Suiko lounging naked in a pile of scarves, giving her something more interesting to stare at than the rest of the room.

There was a knock at the door, and she gestured imperiously for her invisible servant to get the door. Her aim was off due to a combination of being upside down and being higher than a celestial snail kite familiar, and the servant helpfully opened a cupboard. She shrugged helplessly and waited for Brogue to get the door instead. As he did, she realized that the person outside hadn't used the knocker. Maybe they couldn't reach the knocker. Knockers! Suiko was naked and there was a possible gnome at the door. Kyoni rolled off the pile of cushions, flinging an arm out to touch Suiko, delivering a spell to turn her invisible.

[ylvathrall]

Suiko giggles as Kyoni reaches for her, having not quite grasped that there was magic involved. Normally she would, of course, but sparkles of light and interesting noises were more the background than anything special right now, and trying to figure out which ones meant anything was far more effort than she feels like putting in. The sound comes out more like a purr, though, which surprises her until she remembers what body she's in and rubs her face against the bag of 'nip again.

She then looks up, is briefly distracted by the swirling patterns on the ceiling, and remembers that Kyoni is standing right there. She squirms in the scarves until she can see Kyoni and treats her housemate to an inviting, if not particularly conscious, smile. The fact that this smile is lost on everyone is completely lost on her, since she has yet to notice her own lack of visibility at all.

[Bhaakon]

The morning breeze wafts into Kitsune House! as Brogue hauls open the massive door, sending the haze of smoke whilring into a rather fascinating pattern of vortices as the fresh air intrudes upon the stagnant atmosphere inside the house. Each whorl describes a little portal in space, allowing opposed navies of tiny, trans-planar dirigibles from the opposed demiplanes of grammar to fly through and continue in their never-ending conflict over the use of the serial comma.

It's quite a show, really. Explosive volleys of interrobangs, impassioned arguments swinging between ships on dangling participles, red ink soaking decks as forward and back slashes are exchanged, conjunctions coordinating the battle while semicolons work tirelessly to splice wounded clauses back together.

It's unfortunate that you can't enjoy it, what with that thing befouling your stoop. Kyoni's prediction proves entirely correct. A gnome, a bleached one, its beard ivory and waxed to a needle point, its parchment skin translucent enough that you can track the pulsing of the blood vessels in its face from across the room. It smirks, flashing its one feature that isn't pale as a ghost: a set of mustard-yellow teeth. They're a nice match for the big golden badge pinned to his floppy crimson cap, emblazoned with the symbol of the office of the Dean of Students.

"By the order of the Dean of Students." The gnome begins, unrolling a sheet of vellum beset with important looking seals and ribbons. "This house is placed under secret probation. Pursuant to school bylaws, and until such a time as probation is lifted, this construct shall remain in the house to observe that all Acadamae rules are being followed here-in. This includes, but is not limited to, theft of school property, unauthorized alchemical experimentation, summoning outside of professorial supervision, and possession of proscribed materials without the approval of the Chancellor's Office. Damaging or tampering with the construct shall constitute admission of guilt in any ongoing investigations."

The gnome steps aside smartly to reveal a steel ball the size of small cantaloupe trundling along on eight clockwork legs. Most of the body of the automaton is taken up by an unblinking eye of crystal glass in a gold mount; its 'iris' is a sapphire the size of a walnut. The construct shambles up to the threshold on its whirring limbs, then a set of gossamer-thing wings telescope out from within its body and begin beating with a grating, high-pitched whine. It lifts only slowly, bumbling across the room until it finds a good perch atop a bookcase.

"Furthermore, you are hereby directed not to host any guests or gatherings, and you are barred from participation in extracurricular events until this matter has been settled." He rolls up the scroll and shoves it into Brogue's hand, not bothering to make sure the kitsune has a grip on it before letting go. "All questions and complaints should be directed to the office of the Dean of Students, Lord Cato Maximilian Wolfe the Third."

Spoiler: Kiyanna

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You recognize this gnome. Well, part of him. You'll never forget those bulky, veiny calves showing below his high-cuffed trousers. It's The Legman, Menage-a-trios's bottom third.

Spoiler: K(arcana) DC 11

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A clockwork spy, a construct capable of storing sound recordings for later retrieval.

Spoiler: Same roll, DC 16

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The sound is stored in the jewel embedded in its eye. The gem can hold an hour's worth of recording at a time.

Spoiler: Same roll, DC 21

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Like most constructs, the clockwork eye isn't smart enough to make its own judgements. It follows its instructions to the letter, and is easily confused by complex directives. Furthermore, it must record its entire hour in one go. It's unable to divide the recording time into smaller units.

[QuidEst]

Kyoni prided herself on always being fiendishly clever, even when she was as stoned as an earth elemental. What she generally neglected to mention in her boasts was that technically Dretches were fiends, so the bar wasn't nearly as high as she was. Still, inspired by the fanatical grammatical prattle battle, she'd spotted a solution to the most immediate problem of there being a gnome present. She stood up, sweeping forward imperiously toward the gnome. "Well, that's a bother, but I guess that means you should get going if you don't want trouble with ol' LCMWtT. No guests and all that business, you know." The actual ramifications of secret probation could be dealt with once the gnome was out of here.

[The Hellbug]

Brogue struggles for a moment to understand what the gnome has said, staring blankly at the obnoxious little man. When it does him, he tries to get his bearings as well as he can in order to appear sober in his response although, admittedly, this is a difficult task when the onomatopoetic words in the sky are putting on such a fantastic show. The inner struggle to sound reasonable is manifest on his features as Kyoni tries to drive the visitor away. Finally, though, he takes a deep breath and cuts through the haze in his mind to deliver one belabored reponse: "what?"

[ICN]

Kiyanna lays curled up in a nest of scarves in her fox form. This really was wonderful. She'd have to make it up to Brogue later, a job this good deserved it. With lazy eyes, she watches as Brogue walks towards the door and Kyoni lunges at Suiko. And then the unthinkable happened. A gnome. One of Menage-a-Trois. Here. Oh, and Suiko had vanished as well. Kiyanna's thoughts raced as she desperately searched her thoughts for a way to save Kitsune House. Dream spider poison. It must've had another side effect. Touching creatures could banish them to the realm of dreams. If Kiyanna could touch the gnome, it would be sent there. And of course, its deepest nightmare would be waiting for it; the Bandandit, in all of their scarfed glory. Kiyanna could finish off a piece of Menage-a-Trois for good and save Kitsune House! All she would have to do is... touch the gnome. With a snort, Kiyanna burrows deeper into her nest, and her eyes glaze over as she ponders whether gnomes count as close enough to a creature to be subject to dream spider banishment anyways.

[ylvathrall]

Suiko glares in the gnome's direction, her thoughts rapidly taking a dark turn. The gnome might be only a system of delivery for Cato's words, but the notion of not blaming the messenger is one that she's never quite agreed with, and in any case the satisfaction with which he delivered it deserves a response in itself.

The first plan that begins to coagulate in her mind is a gruesome one, involving vodka, dream spiders, needles, and of course copious amounts of fire. Tragically that plan proves too elaborate; an exclamation point fires a particularly intense volley of asterisks straight through the forming plot, and reduces it to little more than vaguely malevolent shreds. She starts to piece those together into a fallback plan, involving seduction and betrayal and the utter destruction of his reputation, but abandons that on her own. Revenge is sweet, but to enact such a plan with a gnome (and a bleached gnome at that) is simply too much to bear.

A stray comma catches her attention as it flies past her foot, but this momentary distraction proves to be the answer she needs. A simple sort of revenge, but not every bit of work can be a masterpiece, and it would be a shame to waste her best work on a flunky anyway. Shrinking back into the scarves, and still wholly unaware of her own invisibility, she begins to marshal the dreamy haze inside her mind into something resembling a sort of order. The delicate arches and curls of her tattoo, the painstaking thought process, the feeling of observed humiliation and sadistic glee, it all adds up to a single whole: slick.

Spoiler: OOC

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Casting (or attempting to cast) grease right behind the gnome, using concealed casting. Suiko's also prepared to dismiss the spell if and when the gnome falls; I know you're not a fan of readied actions outside combat, so I don't know how you want to handle that, but that's her plan.

[Bhaakon]

The gnome's mustard grin widens, and he bows with an exaggerated flourish. "Quite right. It is time for me to depart." He spins on his heels smartly and takes one step before his left foot shoot out from under him. His tiny little arms windmill about as he desperately tries to retain his balance--his dignity, if a gnome can possess such a thing, beyond saving. The ploy works, and the gnome manages to maintain its footing, through it dishevels its entire outfit in the process.

"Blast..." It looks down, but finds only the stoop, pristine...well, not pristine, but free of slippery substances. It finds nothing on the bottom of its shoe, either.

Gnome glances over its shoulder an snarls, but it comes out the pathetic, plaintive mewl of a defeated cur. He scurries away as quickly as he can, eyes glues to the earth to watch for another mysterious hazard.

[QuidEst]

"Shut the door," Kyoni groggily instructed her unseen servant, waving a hand vaguely about. It slammed the door shut with all the force of a gentle breeze. "And you can come out now," she added to Suiko, giggling a little as she dismissed the spell of invisibility.
"Friends, foxes, kitsune, lend me your ears;
I come to welcome constructs, not to ban them.
The spying that they do goes before them,
Their cute is cute is oft ignoréd under hate;
Not so with our own construct! The "noble" Cato
Hath called the construct a penance,
Untouchable lest we pay for it.
Here under watch of Cato and the rest–
For Cato is a respectable dean;
So are they all, all respectable deans–
Come I to speak for construct's welcoming.
It's here to spy, observe and report me:
But Cato says it is compuls'ry;
And Cato is a respectable Dean."

[ylvathrall]

Suiko hesitantly edges out of the pile of scarves, having completely mistaken Kyoni's meaning, and still not realizing that she was ever invisible. She doesn't quite grasp the meaning of the recitation, either, sarcasm being too blunt a tool to pierce the fog inside her skull.

Fortunately she does realize that letting out her initial reaction with the recording thingy right there is a poor idea. Thus, she doesn't immediately start talking about how delicious the gnome's humiliation was.

"I think I need a nap," she says instead, in the over-enunciated tones of an inebriated person trying to sound sober and failing badly. "That's a good idea. Good idea. i think I'll do that."

She then gives a quick twist and, in the form of a fox now, settles into a rather smaller pocket in the mound of fabric. Curling up and peeking out from between her tails, she waits for either something else to happen or the drug to begin sweeping her off to the euphoric dreams those spiders were named for.

[Bhaakon]

As Suiko shifts, she suddenly feel more alert. Maybe dream spiders are less effective against foxes. More likely it's just because the olifactory center of a fox's brain are both more powerful and significantly bossier than her laggardly kitsune nose. They won't let her drift off comfortably. Not with that brimstone reek hanging in the air. The metallic scent of drying blood. The barest whiff of cloves.

An imp. Not a rare thing to smell on campus, but this one is close. Maybe within the room, very recently if not right now.

There's a crash from upstairs. Shattered glass. Brogue's rooftop greenhouse?

[ylvathrall]

Suiko's barely settled into her pocket again when she's shifting back into a humanoid form. This one is a female half-orc who'd proven remarkably adept at cracking skulls in a tavern brawl Suiko had started. The thuggish features, chipped tusks, and violent history of the body suits her current foul mood better than the catfolk. "Imp," she grumbles, turning and starting for the stairs. Despite her surly tone, there's a fair amount of spring in her unsteady step. The notion of violently ejecting a trespasser from the House sounds wonderfully cathartic just now.

[The Hellbug]

Brogue is rather put off by the gnome's rather impolite ignorance towards his question and stands confused for several moments as the little man walks off in a huff before closing the door with a shake of his head. He is just getting ready to sink back into the sofa when Suiko alerts the group to the imp's presence.

"I swear, it wasn't me this time," Brogue says defensively, his hands in the air, but he is more concerned with other goings-on. The crash from the greenhouse above sends him diving to the floor as he watches the sound smash into the floor like shards of broken glass, ringing as it shatters into pieces. "That wasn't me, either, I don't think. Unless..." he says, slowly getting to his feet and moving towards the stairs and trying to think of what could be going on in his beloved garden.

[QuidEst]

Kyoni grimaced, following along behind the others to take advantage of the view. Not that Brogue contributed a great deal to that, but it was like contrast. "Should get one of those protean voidworms flying around as a guard dog. Worm. They hate imps." She started concentrating, focusing on the thoughts around her. She thought, therefore she was. Therefore if the imp was, then it thought. And if it thought, she would find it. She was almost certain there was something wrong with the chain of thought, but she wasn't going to bother fixing it now.

Spoiler: OOC

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Using the Detect Thoughts SLA and beginning concentration.

[Bhaakon]

In his anesthetized state, Brogue hardly registers the barked shin and stubbed toes as he stumbles up the stairs in all haste, desperate to see to his garden. He arrives to find a mess. Something--it's easy to guess what--has torn through half his plants, ripping off sprigs of everything from his prized collection of poppies (over three dozen varieties) to the little lemon tree in a half-barrel in the corner. Even the fungiculture cabinet has been opened and raided, getting manure and broken mushrooms everywhere. The shattering of glass you heard was one of the thousand tiny panes in the greenhouse. A potted sample of a particularly promising cactus was thrown through it, showering the roof with little green buttons of succulent.

Concentrating, Kyoni has no trouble picking up signs of thought. There's something passably intelligent nearby. Something verging on panic. Something thinking entirely in a string of infernal profanities. Which is rather entertaining, actually, as Infernal is an exceptionally precise language. So when something curses in Infernal, it generally isn't speaking figuratively. The imp--if it is an imp--is apparently planning an engastration of gnome, kitsune, and werewolf to be cooked over the funeral pyres of all of Korvosa's glaziers.

Spoiler: Kyoni

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13 Int

[QuidEst]

"It'll be easier on you if you tell us who sent you," Kyoni said as she looked directly at where the thoughts were coming from, putting a bit of magical force behind the words. That was of uncertain reasonableness, unfortunately- they wouldn't have to throw it in a sack and beat it with sticks until it talked or anything like that, but depending on the threat on the other end of things, that might not be enough. She'd demonstrated that its invisibility wasn't of any use, though, which helped their case.

Spoiler: OOC

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Suggestion, DC 18. Have to drop Detect Thoughts in the process, but it probably doesn't know that's what she's using.

[Bhaakon]

The subtle crack of glass and groan of straining wood cease as Kyoni speaks. The imp knows it's been spotted, and drops the illusion to reveal its corpulent form jammed tight in the wooden frame where the pane of glass should be. It sighs and drops its payload of greenry.

"Easier? No, no. Harder. Make it harder on me! Dean Wolfe wouldn't like it if you went easy!" The imp screeches. "Beating, yes. Ice, acid, lightning! I don't care. Just make it look like I held out!"

[ylvathrall]

Suiko grins and rests one hand against her hip. A moment later she puts her hand through her hip, reaching through the tattoo and into the extradimensional space it hides. What she wants there is in her grasp in an instant, but she spends a few moments rummaging around anyway, to put on a bit of a show.

When she does pull her hand out again, she's holding a long whip. The leather is set with numerous jagged bits of metal, guaranteed to make any stroke with it bleed and tear. "You've got it," she says, stalking towards the imp with a sadistic (and, of course, tusky) grin and a sharp crack of the whip.

Spoiler: OOC

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Retrieving my scorpion whip from the tattoo. Also, don't know how you want to handle this without readied actions again, but if the imp runs Suiko is planning to cast command (halt), DC 19.

[QuidEst]

Struck with sudden inspiration, Kyoni nodded. "Suiko here is an expert. So new deal: either you start talking and she gives you convincing proof we forced you to, or we send you back with rose scent and painted nails. Then if you're lucky, the dean will drop you off in Heaven. If you aren't, and he's feeling particularly vindictive… well, I hear Elysium is just lovely this time of year." Out of the imp's sight, she gave Suiko a wink.

Spoiler: OOC

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Kyoni's lying. It's a whipping either way, since she wouldn't make Suiko pass up an opportunity like this.
Bluff: (1d20+16)[21]

[Bhaakon]

"I''m talking, all right. Right now. Talking as we speak!" The imp babbles. "Thedeansentmetogatherevidenceofyourrulebreakingso hecanexpellyouall" The little outside draws in a mighty gasp of fresh air before continuing. "Iwassupposedtograbthestuffandfindsomedreamspiderv enomandbringitbackwhileyouwere *gasp* tinkeringwithtehconstruct."

"Now ply the lash already and let me go! I told your everything." It whines, then adds, belatedly, "Just not the face!"

[QuidEst]

Kyoni bowed, stepping back and gesturing for Suiko to take her position. "He's been most cooperative, so make sure to give him what he's earned." A quick wave at the remainder of the plants had the invisible servant begin gathering them up, handing them off to Brogue to manage so there wouldn't be any readily obtainable hard evidence.

[ylvathrall]

Suiko wastes no time in stepping up, cracking the whip again. She promptly sets to work with a vengeance and a broad grin, not sparing the imp any of the pain of the flogging. He might have cooperated, but he'd still come here with the intent of selling them out to the Dean, and that merited a punishment that would make the fiend think twice before trying something similar in the future. She has no intention of letting him leave before he's been beaten until he can barely stand.

She does, however, make a point of avoiding his face. It seems like a reasonable request, and she's not wholly heartless.

Spoiler: OOC

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Rolling Profession (courtesan) for the whipping: (1d20+7)[27]

Also, she is using the scorpion whip, so the imp is looking at lethal damage here, not nonlethal.

[The Hellbug]

A moment of shock was all Brogue allowed himself before springing into action. Ignoring everything else, he begins rushing around the greenhouse, scrambling to ascertain the extent of the damages to his precious stock. A bit eccentric with his plants even on a normal day, his current 'enhanced' state of mind does nothing to help his coordination as he stumbles from injured plant to injured plant nor the pathetic whimpers he lets out as he notes each new atrocity. The alchemist doesn't even turn to the others until the first step of his greenhouse triage is completed. With one last word of encouragement to a particularly ravaged lily, he finally looks at the imp as though for the first time as Suiko is in the middle of her routine.

Brogue is silent for a moment, but a perceptive observer might notice a change washing over the unassuming man as fury begins to show itself in his red-rimmed eyes.

"Harder?" The question, asked with a clarity that might be unexpected given his current state, is obviously rhetorical as Brogue doesn't wait for a response before he starts walking slowly (and more steadily than he has in hours) towards the greenhouse door. An apron hangs on a peg next to it, but the greenhouse-keeper is only interested in its pocket and the contents therein. He reaches into it and draws a particularly sharp pair of pruning shears. He gazes at the implement in his hand for a few seconds before returning his eyes to the imp. "I think I might be able to manage that."

[Bhaakon]

The imp let out a satisfying serious of shrieks and whimpers as Suiko's toothed lash does its work. As promised, the weapon never strikes the creature's face, but every other inch of flesh on the thing's body is lavished with her attentions. The wounds heal almost instantaneously, of course--the whip isn't silvered--but the agony is real. Even an imp isn't that good of an actor.

Then Brogue stalks over with the shears. Someone in the kitsune's eye tells the little fiend that Brogue lacks Suiko's professionalism with regards to avoiding the face.

"Now, now...just a *OOOOWW* just second!" The imp whines at Brogue as Suiko continues her work. "They're just plants! We have an agreement!"

[ICN]

Kiyanna belated stumbles up the stairs, wearing little more than a few scarves. She stares blankly at the proceedings until Brogue got that look in his eye. He did so love his plants. Kiyanna giggled. Everyone loved his plants. Still, KH! had a reputation to uphold. "Brogue, stop! That's no way to treat a guest." She gives a complex whistle, then murmurs an order to the fox that runs up. That done, she slowly sashayed up to the imp with an entirely too pleasant smile on her face. "We're on probation; we'll be the courteous host and send the smelly grub on their way with a gift." The fox soon returns, carrying a still living sewer rat. "Suiko, would you insure that our guest doesn't leave their gift behind?" Kiyanna turns back to the imp, still wearing that pleasant smile. "I'm sure you two will find lots to talk about, but a little magic always helps."

Spoiler: OOC

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Once the imp is tied up, Kiyanna casts Unadulterated Loathing (DC 20) on it with regards to the rat

[ylvathrall]

"Oh, I think I can take care of that," Suiko says with a rather nasty grin. She sets the whip aside for the moment, taking out a length of rope instead. Normally she wouldn't be terribly eager to spend time with either the rat or the imp, but in this particular case the anticipation made every lingering touch and careful knot enjoyable.

Spoiler: OOC

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If possible, taking 20 on Profession (courtesan) to tie them together, since somehow Use Rope still isn't a skill. That would give a 27.

[Bhaakon]

The imp seemed rather pleased with himself at the lack of lasting scars from the whipping, but the self-satisfied smirk evaporates as Kiyanna unveils her scheme.

"No! Anything but that! I..." It's too late, though. Suiko quickly has him bound up in a veritable net of knots and binding, pressing the slovenly little fiends arms and legs tightly to its body so that it can't fight again what is coming next.

"Bifron's balls...it's so..so...fuzzy!" The imp looks rather green, and the catch in its throat proves that its fighting hard to hold its gorge. It wings flap hard, blurring and buzzing like a horsefly in its desperation, but Suiko has it tight in one hand, and the other is all she needs to finish the job.

It might be the drugs, but Suiko swears that the rat turns its head and addresses the imp as Kiyanna adds the final, magical, touch. "So...what do you do for a living?" The rodent squeaks, convivially.

The imp's whimper whines melt into a shriek of unadulterated terror sweet enough to give you cavities.