Linus eats dirt! Yum.

[Anonymous]

Regardless of her fourty-two family members that she generally lived with year-round she had absolutely no interest whatsoever in the world outside of that tight knit family group. Which obviously didn't help someone of her already bad disposition. Of course, one may wonder just why in the hell is she out so far from home if she obviously doesn't want to be? The answer is, really, rather simple. Life experience. A very important thing to someone who may a live a genuinely long time in a world that may or may not change rapidly in that time frame. The pack had decided it was time for some pups who seemed ready to leave the den. Linus just seemed the prime choice, despite her temperment. After all, she was one of the oldest pups of the pack at twenty-something (they didn't really keep track of ages). She was an adult, more or less, and this would be 'good for her'. At least, that's what they kept telling themselves. Oh, and her.

Linus hadn't actually argued. She merely made a very strong point that she didn't like having to leave at all. And that was the end of her rebellion, short and bitter and just stinging enough to leave her family with some minor regret and pangs. She really didn't like seeing or hurting her family. In fact, she was highly protective of them. But sometimes petulence overwhelmed her, just a little.


The sun beat down hotly, reflecting blindingly off the water. She squinted her eyes against the glare, mere dark slits in her oval face. Linus could see the looming shape of the ship, blocking sun, jutting out from the thrashing waves. The dock extended before it in a dark plane, but at her distance she couldn't distinguish where the pier began and the boat ended. Her eyes skimmed the edges of the town as people traveled into the boat returning what she assumed were crates (again, at her distance they looked, more or less, like moving, human shapes with some hideous deformation). She narrowed her eyes even more before her gaze dropped to access her narrow world of a three-foot radius. The clearest she could see was in that tiny area.

She navigated off the crate she'd been perched on as her employer bargained. He called to her and, obediently enough, she followed him and his other employees onto the ship. She studied the shapes they picked up, moving closer to see what they were. Crates of miscellaneous objects that she didn't necessarily need to identify to move. She hefted boxes even the largest man struggled with. Linus had no complaints about being a werewolf. And at that moment she'd be damned if she could find even the remotest thing to negatively say about it. Especially when she could feel the awe, envy, hate and the disgust. It made it worth it. Really, it did.

She paused at the edge, finding her footing, remembering where to step and not too as she fell into step behind other employees and dropping boxes where her employer commanded.

Two hours later, panting only slightly and sweating from the strain but nothing more. It felt like, honestly, a good work out on underworked muscles. She rubbed her shoulders, collected and pocketed her pay, and wended her way through the crowds. It didn't take long for Linus to be jostled between the peolpe in a rush to get home. She swallowed growls and vulgar language, stepping on toes and elbowing people aside. Linus snarled savagely as an elbow made contact with her temple and she stumbled aside into someone. She felt the impact, didn't know if she knocked them down too, but with her feet not quite beneath her and the heartbeat breadth of unconsciousness, she couldn't tell. But she knew she hit the ground and hard.

Not something quite new. She was pretty well-acquainted with the ground, its rocks and dirt and all the human and not-so human filth of it. She could smell it. She felt it and on occasion she'd had to taste it. For Linus, it had ceased to become an embarrassment of her life. Just a troubling part of it that she'd have to overcome in some shape or form. Well, she hoped to do that but she wondered, at this rate, if she was ever going to do it.

Oh well.

As she came too, only really a second later but something that'd felt much longer to her, she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the looks and snickers as she stumbled. Well, that knock to the head was a little harder then she'd have liked.

[Anonymous]

Snoring and shifting in his sleep Fool tried to recapture his dream, but the shifting awaoke him. Waking with a start and jumping up his head smashed into the top of a crate. Someone was lifting his world. World.... no that wasn't right, his world wasn't small and cramped and smelling slightly of rat poo. His world was open and a mix of colours and smelt of human poo. Who had imprisoned Fool. Growling he reached down to draw his sheath knife, swearing as his hand slipped and banged into the floor. Where was his knife.... Reaching around for Ratsy he found that his scepter had dissappeared

NOOOOOOOOOOOO WHERES RATSTY!!!

Moving around trying to beat the walls open he suddenly stopped. It was queit. Slapping his body he found not one bell. What person had done this. Frantically slapping he heard a tinkle. Bells were? His cap he still had his cap. Fool was now feeling reassured. Now to practise his hand at escaping in the most sutble way possible. Spitting on his hand he felt the spit slide down the right hand side of his palm. Shifting his position he got his feet on the top side of the box. Pulling his legs back he fired them foreward like minicannons and burst the top off the box free. Quickly leaping up he raised his hands in the air and yelled

FOOL IS FREE and theres a bit of a draught....

Half expecting to see his ratsy and his costume and his bells tinkling in the breeze Fool was shocked to see that this was not the case. He was naked. The only article of clothing he was wearing with his cap and paint. He knew the paint was on because his hands were still painted white. What kind of demon spawn had played this prank on Fool only Fool could play such pranks. Then it hit him. He had played a prank, unfortunatly this was his price.

Fool had thought it funny to see what would happen if he stuck a chunk of ice he'd stolen from a dryad that he was chatting to and trying to get somewhere with, down an orc's rear end cleavage. Unfortunatly the Dryad had caught him stealing the ice and then two seeing what it was being used for. She didn't take to kindly to having anything stolen off her and tried to beat him up. However Fool had leapt onto the Orc wailing blue murder. The orc had simply plucked him off and thrown him against the wall. Curse that dryad stealing his clothes and Ratsy. Looking down at his chiseled form and wishing for once that he had an once of fat on him as the breeze was very cold and being exposed didn't do any favours. Looking around him Fool noticed that his world was rocking, had she slipped him. Seeing a tall mast to his left Fool knew that he was on a boat, a big one as well. Seeing the docks he breathed out a sigh of relief. Still not covering up at all Fool took some time to explore his old prison, there was a bundle of clothes that had been used as a pillow, his clothes! Laughing he bendd over to scoop them up pointing his pale ass at a sailor who fell over board. Using his clothes as a wind shield for his vunerables Fool stepped out of the boat looking mildly interested at the procedings there was some lass who was stumbling around, looking between her and the others he leaped over the ship spreading both arms out for effect and landed infront of her, spinning half circle to get out her way he pivoted to face her holding both arms and his cover at his side.

Belay there lass, what seems to be the trouble there, have you got a case of the quick step? Tis a serious affliction. Fool will cure you, now wheres mah ratsy....

Digging Ratsy from his clothes he dropped the bundle and the very naked Fool stood heroically about to cure the lass from the quick step. The cure involved a painful bonk to the head

[Anonymous]

Fiona hated boats, no she loathed them. They were always rocking and there was never anywhere to escape to. Calim had suggested that she takea a boat (well the loon had said, "ships sing speedily," but who's getting picky). She had needed to escape the Village Idiots Assc. and a ship seemed like the less likely thing to do. Now she knew why.

The Captain and the crew had agreed that she was not to go near the ropes after multiple instances of her getting caught and somehow stuck hanging from a sail beam. The first three times the sailors had keeled in laughter, saying she was "fooling around" but after about seven or eight times they got the point and she was confined to the lower levels.

All around the merry-go-round
The monkey chased the weazle
The monkey stopped to pick up some rocks
Pop! goes the weazle!

'No!'
Fiona fell headlong into the floor, trying to stop the "pop". This time, the fourth today, she got a blood nose. She scowled. Stupid fool's genes. At least this time nobody was around to see it. There was a knock at the door.

'I heard mus... oh, it's you,' said a sailor, 'you're bleeding.'
His lips twitched.
'Lof an' I'll fob ya.'
He laughed, they always did. She pounced and swung a punch but a whoopie cushion got in the way.
FAAAART!
Laughter.
'Ged out!'
He pulled a hankie from his trews, it was attached to another, this one red. Fiona knew where this was going. It was the reason she didn't have pockets.
Yep, just as expected, there was another hankie then another and another, all in bright colours. Damn things would probably go on forever if the sailor hadn't cut the hankie-chain.

Fiona sank to the floor as the man left. She hated boats. She hated fools. She hated her damned father, the reason she was The Female Son of a Village Idiot. She picked up the chain and held the most normal hankie to her nose. The blood was already on her shirt.

She picked up the book she was reading, it had blood on it. It also had many other stains, most of which she didn't want to mention. EVER. The words started moving around the page. No, she would focus. Words would obey her. She sat and waited until they finally settled down. She began to read.

'CERENIS BROAD ON THE STARBOARD BOW!'

The door swung open. It startled Fiona, who was semi-engrosed in her book. Some fishing gear tied above her fell on her, including a foul semlling liquid that was meant to attract sharks.

One of the sailors, Tall Jack, hurried passed to get something from a crate. Looking at the mess she had made, he grinned.
'Will yer be goin' the nex' leg?'
She always appreciated that he never paid attention to her...foolishness.
She shook her head.
'Me neitha. Me pa lives here. Ye gan sleep the night wi' us if yer wish.'
She lifted an eyebrow.
'Okay.'

Fiona lifted herself up from the floor and started packing away the gear. It didn't want to go up with her around so she tied it with the hankie-chain and shoved it between two boxes.

She went outside, she needed air. The ship lurched as it came to a near stop. She fell over and rolled across the deck, her skirts somewhere around her chest. Why had she not worn trews under her skirt? She banged against the side of the boat. At least there she couldn't move any further.

She pulled herself up and clung to the rail. Almost on dry land, she could see the docks clearly. She sighed, she had been on the damn boat for at least a fortnight. A week longer than she would have wanted.

The captain came up to her.
'We want you off the boat as soon as we make land, forget about helping unload.'
'That's a relief.'
The captain went back to shouting orders, something about closing the sails.

The ship came into dock.
'SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!'
Fiona fell overboard. Bag, book, boots and all.
'What the hell was that?' she yelled at the crew.
'Oil on the boards, don't know how it got there.'
'Well, pull me in!'
Tall Jack threw a rope over and called for her to hold on.
She hooked her legs around the rope then wrapped it around her body twice.
'Ready?'
'Ready.'
She was pulled up and flopped onto the deck.
'What happened to your clothes?'
Her clothes had run. Now rather than being a dull brown they were brilliant red and gold, all in funny patterns. One patch looked suspiciously like... The Fool's Emblem: a joyful and a horrified mask, both wearing tripple-pointed jester hats. She was sure that if she turned her shirt around she would find a bladder on a stick. Any Fool would recognise her now, at least any Fool of the Village Idiot Assc, then she would be in trouble.

When the leading rope was thrown out she was the first to climb onto the dock. She hurriedly crossed the platform, stumbling due to her wetness. Dry land! Warm afternoon sun! How she had missed earth beneath her feet.

There was a scurry everywhere, it must be about five of the evening (5pm) and everybody was trying to get home. She shoved her way passed several crowds, elbowing a couple of men in the rib and a woman dawdling. A quiet spot to sit, that was her only care. Perferrably one without those annoying little window gardens. They were awlays bad news.

Luckily there was a little sidestreet that looked nice so she sat on a doorstep and stretched her legs. She watched as a woman kept falling over. What was wrong with the woman?

Slowly the afternoon sun got to her, Fiona fell asleep.

She was in a nightmare. Fools were dancing around her, fobbing her with their bladders-on-sticks whenever she tried to get away.
All around the merry-go-round
The monkey chased the weasle
The monkey stopped to pick up some rocks
Pop! goes the weasle!
Suddenly she was the weasle and the monkeys were Fools dressed in stupid furry suits. They were throwing stones at her. They hated her, she was a traitor to her blood.

She woke, startled. It had never played in her sleep before, usually she heard the one about dying... Ring-a-Rosie.

She looked around, it was almost dusk. The tipsy lady was still there and there was a naked man standing over her.... A NAKED FOOL!

[Anonymous]

(Sorry about that! At the end of the year they now decided there's a lot of stuff they forgot to make us do x.X)


Linus wondered if she should think of falling as a serious inconvenience. It was harder to fall on four legs during a hunt (where she mostly relied on her nose and memory) but very easy to fall when merely walking about in a crowd on two. She didn't know what was more troublesome - the fact that she tripped and the constant threat of dying by thousands of ill-placed feet or the fact it ceased to bother her. It just grew on her, like another part of life or like a strange deformation, like a dead fetus, growing out of the side of your face. After all, it wasn't like she could get seriously injured by a few feet. Bruises healed instanaeously, right along with cuts and scratches. Fractures fixed themself in days and broken bones in a week and a half. Linus figured that in all her ears of being half-blind and a werewolf she had gained something and if anything she really needed a hardy body... and a high pain threshold. At least that was somewhat redeeming. But it'd never quite overshadow the fact she was a werewolf and had horrible eyesight for no other reason then her eyes deteriorated very rapidly when they shouldn't have. Just her lousy luck.

Now, perhaps the naked part of Fool should've worried her. In fact, however, it was the very last thing she noticed. Modesty was a foreign concept she only recently learned - and not very well, might I add - and her family walked around in the buff more often then not. After all, you needed to strip of clothes to change, otherwise it was too difficult and disastrous otherwise. So it was just a common part of life. Well, her life. So when she saw Fool come up to her - oddly enough as that was - her attention wasn't drawn or distracted by some bare flesh.

At first, it took her a few belated moments to figure out what he was - he startled her by landing in front of her, causing her to jump, muffle a yelp and stiffen. She took a half-step back, her eyes narrowed in focus, trying to clarify the blurry pictures she always received. When she registered it was human, male and when he finally stopped moving she cocked her head. Ignoring what he was blabbering about her brows furrowed as she wondered what the hell was on him. Was he really human? Her nostils flared -from what she could tell, he had the 'human' shape. He looked.. he smelled like paint. Then again, the thick myriad of scents covered any traces of any other species.

She was compelled to move closer. Not by any radical reason but by the very simlpe one was that he was out of her narrowe radius of eyesight. Then she decided her curiousity was satisfied because this man was obviously a fool - a crazy one at that - but she paused a second to register movement, saw the stick, saw it come and reflexively she moved her arm to protect her head, yelping sharply at the contact. Except her arm had half-changed in the process, mostly startled. The muscles had contorted and bulged obscenely as her hand filled with rough pads and her fingers sported a sharp set of claws.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She snarled, her fangs elongating in not any conscious fashion, but more of a natural warning. She glared fiercely with eyes that were still trying to puzzle him out. And then, very faintly, she remembered.

Of course he was a fool. He was a Fool. Ah. That did exlpain a lot. She wondered why no one didn't kill him yet. She leapt back out of his range, angrily elbowing someone out of her personal vicinity to be able to stand. Or maybe she should have grabbed that person and used them as a shield. Oh, yes, that probably would have been the best thing to do.

She looked at her hand and snarled at him, clicking her teeth in his direction. "Do you have rabies?" She asked incredulously, taking inventory of her throbbing arm to make sure everything was in tact. You see, Linus has never actually met a fool. She saw one, asked with much the same incredulity what it was, received an answer, and went on her merry way without so much as looking back.

Now she wished she hadn't fell and had just kept on walking. Since that would have been so much easier. And less tiresome. And she wouldn't be so angry. Man. What a shitty day.


(I apologize if it sucks or doesn't make sense. I'm running on a low amount of sleep so a lot isn't making sense so.. sorry!)

[Anonymous]

Having been denied the chance to cure the lass of her near fatal affliction due to a well timed parry of his sceptor Fool leant his face down to look at her more closely. Hmm yes...

Whats wrong with me? Whats wrong with you, usually people go out of their way to be cured of the lethal Quick step. Especially since this is the most pain free way that lets you keep your lil footsies.

Twirling Ratsy artfully in his fingers he brought his head back again, feeling a mighty cold sea breeze blow he looked down and winced slightly, shifting his other hand he brought his clothes to protect his vunerables from the wind. Curse the wind and that dyrad....He'd tie her to a tree...Snapping out his day dream of pure venegence, he paid attention to the woman again. Looking at the arm that he'd whacked with Ratsy he, it seemed to be expanding and her hands sprouting claws. Interesting she was some kind of cat beast trapped in a maidens body. No matter Fool would be a hero today. Listening politley to her next question he shook his head seriously

Rabies...What would me hitting you with a piece of carved wood have anything to do with a dogs disease you foolish woman. I'm the Fool and dont forget it. Now, my little cat womany thingy, do you want a hand up. Oh and yes i can see you, do you want a hand holding your jaw shut, it looks like it's about to drop my dear other not so hairy lady.

Cocking his head to regard the staring girl he grinned and sniffed deeply...He could smell something, and it wasn;t him either. Her clothes were odd. Narrowing his grey eyes he recognised something, a very something he was wearing on his head.

Now pray tell my not hairy maiden, who goes around wearing a fools cap if they are no fool hmm?

[Anonymous]

Fiona was impressed with the  fast reflexes of the woman. Not namy drunk women could move like that. Come to think of it, she had never seen a drunk woman's arms change shape either. Oh gods! THE WOMAN WAS BLIND! That arrogant fool was harrassing a blind person. Fools were NOT allowed to simply harrass people for pleasure. Despite the fact that she too went against the rules of tomfoolery, she still found it annoying that the man was getting his kicks out of the poor thing.

'Stupid git, can't you see the woman's...OOF'

A bowl of pottage fell from someone's window. It could have been worse but Fiona was in a bad mood. Her brightly coloured clothes did not help the situation. She flicked a bit of gunk from her hair and glared at the naked fool. He was cold and it showed. Serves him right. Anyone walking around naked for kicks deserved a bit of discomfort.

'Is this some kind of joke? A naked fool harrassing a blind woman? I never knew the standards had dropped so low,' she glanced at the woman, 'you need a cane if you want to go walking around crowds.'

She put her hand down her shirt and found a hanky. It hadn't been there beforehand but that didn't matter, they were everywhere. Oneday she would destroy all hankies and hankie chains. She pulled out about two yards of brightly coloured hanky rope and began wiping her face of grime. It felt very ironic that she would finally find a use for the stupid things, especially in front of another fool. Well, her stupid clothes had probably already given her away and he was far too... different to be a Village Idiot. So long as he didn't go talking he would be safe. She cut the coloured chain with a knife that had, gratefully, not been lost during her sea-dip. He trew the chain to the fool.

 'Let me see you try that, actually, no. It would be safer not to.'

[Anonymous]

Quick step? What the hell was he talking about? Linus had never heard of such a thing. Apparently, it was a disease. And if anyone was going to know what was with her body and what illnesses she possessed it was Linus herself. And, she decided very quickly, no disease was cured by a blow to the skull. And she certainly would never have such a disease. She'd rather have mange. Just like her cousin the one time. Bad case of it, the poor boy. Her sister had fleas once. Bad time, because eventually the entire pack got fleas... but that was a different story. Very different. Quick step? No such thing. Then again, why was she even trying to assume that there was a vague possibility some fool could be telling her the truth? She groaned.

"I know it has nothing to do with it. I meant if you were crazy," she told him, exasperated and irritated. Her wrist throbbed. He really was an irritating fellow. Her lip curled and she straightened her shoulders, going rigid at the unintentional insult. "Cat? I THINK NOT! Rabbit-headed idiot, I'm a werewolf. Wolf! Not a damned cat!" She snapped at him, glaring as her fangs tipped over her lips. She really hated that insult. Of course no one would no besides one of her pack (and maybe another werewolf) about how insulting that was. Packs were so different no a days that maybe another werewolf from a different pack wouldn't find it the least bit insulting.

Linus twitched, someone else becoming apart of the conversation. She'd turned and... well, at that particular distance she didn't even know why she had decided to turn. She could tell there splotches of... something and - she sniffed the air - pottage? Was that the ... girl? Or something else? She squinted her dark eyes, trying to understand this new shape. The bright colors she wore were never a help. In the animal world they meant danger, usually. But in this world... nothing was ever the same. She sighed, feeling the last of her anger simmer down to a low boil.

Her jaw tightened. "I can see three feet around me," she growled, emphasizing she wasn't quite blind. Although the pack elder had said she probably would be in time. Wasn't that wonderful? A werewolf with rapidly deteroriating eyesight. Who ever heard of such a thing? She dusted off her clothing deliberately, trying to control her anger to a reasonable point. "If people didn't shove I wouldn't need a cane," she replied flatly. It was ridiculous! She was a twenty-something and supposed to have supernatural senses. A lot of good awesome hearing did in a crowd. If she ever wanted to grab some bits of mangled conversation and the daily gossip it'd be wonderful! Not for walking around.

Her eyes flickered to the scarf, squinting. What the hell? Colors and colors tied together? She took a stiff-legged step closer. Ah. Cloth. She took another step back, trying to understand the area around her. The shadows of the buildings were elongating, thickening. Shapes were shifting. Nothnig ever looked the same in twilight. And she couldn't see a damned thing at night. Great.

[Anonymous]

Fool grinned as the loud girl threw her hankie chain at him. Knowing that a bit of slieght of hand would do well here if he was wearing clothes, oh well he'd prove his mastery. Catching the in the one hand he dropped his clothes on the floor and quickly gathered the chain up, holding the small ball under his thumb he brought his cupped hands to his face and blew, using his illusionist magic he sent a dove flying out and quickly out of sight before dispelling it. Turning around quicky he scooped up his clothes and threw on them in a frenzy. Panting slightly he turned around back in his garb. Regarding the female idiot first he grinned

I dont believe I'm harrasing anyone, you on the other hand seem to be attacking me. I was trying to help her...She had an illness that seems to have dissapeared... I cured her! Anyways your hairs looking a dry have you been swimming? I thought female humans always looked after their hair. tsk tsk...

Passing a quick wink at her he turned his capped head to regard the other woman, shurgging he offered a hand that contained a small piece of barley sugar stick. He always carried a few sticks with him, in case he got hungry and it seemed a very good way to diffuse the situation with out him dropping his pants and mooning people

My dear were wolf dog thing? I'm not crazy, i'm just Foolish. Call it an occupational hazard, i'm sure our friend over there can attest to that. Your blind you say? Deary me...I think i know a cure for that, hold still...

Sticking his tongue out he drew ratsy out again and raising it he aimed carefully. Most problems in life could solved with a good bonk to ones noggin. Hopefully he could cure blindness as well. Fool was feeling lucky. Letting the scepter fly he was aiming for her forehead. yes Fool was about to become a miracle healer and soon be swimming in beutiful maidens crooning. For once not his own creation either

[Anonymous]

'Nearly blind, same thing. Quick step is a false disease, it's where ye trip over a lot. You don't have it,' she glanced at the fool, 'and you don't have any others either.'

She watched the fool make the hankies into a small ball. Oh great, amature tricks. He made a dove fly out. She stood still, he was either a Village Idiot or a mage. Both she did not like. She covered her surprise with a reproachful look, 'next time try to get it to sit on someone. Illusions always fade.'

'You only claim to have cured her because she wasn't ill in the firstplace. I'm wet bacause I fell off a boat now can we go somewhere I can get dry, preferrably somewhere to change my clothes. Bright colours do not suit me.' In fact they did and she knew it.

She saw him lift his sceptre but could do nothing to stop it. Instead she tripped over her boots and landed on the ground, adding dirt to her already messed up ensemble. Great, what's he going to say about this.

[Anonymous]

You know, Linus was standing there calling Fool crazy - although he replied by saying he was merely foolish but she thought crazy fit better - and yet she hadn't made her escape. And what was that saying about her? That her curiousity undermined her logic? The situation obviously called for immediate evacuation - not 'oh, let's stick around, see how crazy this gets'. When her brain should've been telling her 'Abort! Abort! Abort!' she was standing there wondering what was wrong with these people to the point where she was still there. That didn't make any sense and she knew it. There was no way she'd know. She didn't even really want to know. He was odd and strange and therefore intriguing. But at the risk of her health? Maybe there was a bit of crazy in all of them.

Oh, for the hunt's sake, there must be if she was still standing there like the rabbit-headed fool she was. She shook her head sharply, as if trying to clear the insanity like it was some mental fog. Maybe it wasn't really insanity? She didn't know what it was besides the fact it was strange. Even peolpe who'd been here there entire lives were looking at him with what she imagined was... well? What was that feeling? She could feel it but she couldn't name it. It wasn't quite disgust, not horror or fear but... Not indifference. A quiet hum of curiousity and... caution. They wanted to watch but not get caught in the spectacle. Perhaps that was it. Some weren't quite approving but they'd sit there and watch if it proved entertaining. Ah. Great. She was the evening's entertainment.

And in her increasing stupidity, which was the only she felt she could rightfully call it, she watched it. Saw it a split second as it entered her vision. Something was flying at her but her arm didn't respond quick enough. She yelped when it hit her, her head tilting back from the impact. She grit her teeth, not pausing as she found the little stick and let her hand fumble onto the object. She picked it up. Her lips peeled off fangs as she looked wholly inhuman. She snarled loudly.

"That's twice," she growled. "What should I do with it?" A little petty. But she supposed if she could've she would have happily taken a swipe at that Fool's face with her claws. Which was probably her most violent thought of the evening. Great. She was subjecting herself to being entertainment. She was subjecting herself to madness. And she was being quite the marvelous idiot. Dance, moron, dance. So, perhaps she was a little crazy herself.

Her featuers smoothed out, returning back to that humanness she usually wore. No, she wasn't going to do anything with it. It was his. Even if she wanted to snap it like a twig or shove it down his throat and hope he choked to death on it, it was his. She rubbed her temple, irritated. She tossed the stick lightly towards him. Linus was exhausted. She was beginning to notice that this girl had absolutely no luck whatsoever. Her eyes flickered to the girl.

"You alright?" She asked, touching her own head, now only a faint throb. If there had been any injury it'd probably healed right before there eyes.

Her eyes narrowed faintly. She didn't care. She should get away but... perhaps she could find somewhere to stay. And since she very well couldn't see all that well it'd be easier if she followed this girl, at least, but the uneasiness in her stomach told her that'd be in an adventure all in itself. Was it worth it? Well, it might be better then fumbling around in the dark until she caught a smell that'd lead her somewhere she actually wanted to spend the night.

[Anonymous]

Pouting as the wolfy thing took his Ratsy he waiting politly until she gave it back to him. Cradling it he frowned. So he couldn't cure blinding by whacking people in the head. It was still an effort.

Dont you be worrying yourself. Werewolf, blah, whats your name, I can't go wandering around calling you wolfy can I that'd just be stupid. Now my dear foolish girl, would you like a hand up? I'm sure that you'd appriate some kind of help sooner or later so this is a start ok?

Smiling genuninly he nodded at the partially blind were wolf before sticking ratsy in his belt and walking over to the girl. Offering a hand he grinned and nodded sympathically

My dear the only way to avoid this foolish accidents your having is to embrace your inner fool dear. The longer you fight it the harder it's going to be. Besides whats the worst that could happen? porbably hanging around with me more often

Managing a shrug he looked straight into her eyes and extended a tenril of suggestion. just to make sure she know he meant no harm

See Fool is nice, accept his help and buy him a beer. Staning in this cold breeze must be aweful cold, and he might need a beer to recover. Preferably a cider of course. Fools like Cider...

[Anonymous]

Fiona accepted the fool's hand and got herself straightened out. She silently brushed off as much muck as possible then stood and looked at him.

WHOMP!

Fiona punched him hard on the chin, glaring at him venimously. She hoped he would fall over but she doubted it, he looked pretty agile. He would have a nasty bruise tomorrow, she had been the strongest ... son in her class.

'The next time ye hit ANYONE with that stupid piece of wood, I'll fob you harder!' she sneezed loudly, several times, 'now could we get somewhere dry.'

She stormed off, she needed a cide- beer. She needed a beer. No, a lemonade would be better. She didn't want to be seen when not in total control of herself. Or rather, near total control.

EDIT: OOC: sorry, I decided it was way to short.

BIC: The sun had finally set and she was getting very cold in her pottage-and-seawater covered clothes. She looked around at the others, 'well? Are you coming or not?'

That stupid fool. Why on earth would she want to go back to being an Idiot? Besides, girls weren't fools. It was unnatural. She was the Female Son of a Village Idiot. It was her choice what she would be, and what did the fool know? She handn't felt anything strange when hitting him so he wasn't a Village Idiot. He'd never been to school! Maybe she'd explain later. Perhaps when he was too drunk to remember. She attempted to brush herself down again, this time with her hands.

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OOC: Since Emoost has died :( (joking) and I wanna get hit we'll revive this thread.

With a mighty crack Fool felt the full fury of the flailing female fools fist firmly plant itself most painfully on his chin. Feeling himself teetering backwards he let himself fall backwards gracefully arching his back semi heroically. Planting both his hands on the planking he straightened his back and pivoted around. Gracefully coming back to his feet Fool grinning and spat out a small glob of blood. The punch had caused him to bite the inside of his cheeks. What supressed rage, and after he'd helped her up as well.

The next time I hit anyone with Ratsy it'll be you and hard enough to subdue you, fool...

Sighing as she stormed off and then turned around whining Fool looked apoligetic and came forward a few steps. Sliding a finger up her sleeve he produced one of his own hanky chains and artfully drew it out. With a serious look in his gray eyes he kept on pulling the wad out from her sleeve. having pulled out the appropriate amount he clicked his fingers and let the chain fully arrived. Daintly wiping the blood from his lip, he grinned and dashing heind her placed his hands on her shoulders and heaved himself up. Hoping she could support his weight.

Did someone offer Fool a lift? To the Tavern. Fool needs a cider. Its that time fo year.

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'RATSY?! You called that stupid lump of wood Ratsy? You could have at least gone for something a bit more interesting,' it was a low blow but Fiona was sure it would make a ar better impact than any punch. Far from admitting it, she had had a scapter herself once but it was in no way as fancy as his. She had burnt it the day she left The Village Idiots.

'You know, pulling a hanky chain from my arm isn't exactly spectacular. Even if you hadn't been doing a trick one would have come out. The thing that surprises me most is that it ended.'

She heard an abandoned cart coming in fast and shoved the Fool off, pushing herself to the side of the road. She looked up and saw the cart speed towards the Fool and she closed her eyes. Old tomatoes splettered across her face, they smelt putrid. She opened her eyes but some stinging liquid went into her eyes and she fell. Screw self control, tonight she would drink something a bit heavier than lemonade.

'That's what you get for touching me. Don't do it again,' she said but not as unkindly as usual.