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Hakennagel

Today was the first day of getting something done.

Hakennagel had many things that she wanted to get done, but it was hard for the sword to focus on one big goal. Especially if she couldn't find a way to it at this point. Find the man. Benign eyes the color of steel curiously looked at every villagers face as a young woman made further entry into the village. No She continually ticked off with every person she met, not bothering to introduce herself to the curious townsfolk. No, no, no, no, no It was quite a sight, this young strange girl examining every face but not bothering to say a word.

Was she a noble's daughter? Inquiring eyes lingered on the indigo and gold dress, questioning mouths opened to ask but found themselves closing with some resentment as another villager's face was stared into. The fact that a fair bit of their number seemed to sicken slightly when mysteriously approached was not beneath notice. In particular, some of the more magically inclined almost crumpled as she pushed past others to get to them.

Now she was a quarter of the way into the village, and judging from the sounds, there were more people doing...a lot of talking! Not like the first people Hakennagel saw, who seemed to be waiting for something from her? Oh well. Maybe she'd find the Creator here, among all these people!

And... in this... big circle area...

Hakennagel gulped, one hand tightly on her sword (herself!) as she darted around the big circle area with wooden buildings and little stands surrounding the perimeter, frantically starting back at every onlooker. People were shrinking back from the strange woman even as she tapped on the shoulders of those otherwise occupied. Guards, noticeably armored and ready to fight, begun to watch her most of the time. Especially as some of the approached reported that she had an iron weapon.

"She's looking for someone, for sure." "Spends a bit more time around the mages." "With an iron weapon, no less!" "Can you do something?!"

An apple caught her eye, green and shiny among its fellows on a stall. Food of any kind wasn't needed, even for the projection since it only appeared human. Buuuuut... A blue-sleeved hand grabbed the apple, and she took a few bites out of the fruit. Ick. Felt unnatural going down. And now the stall owner was yelling for some reason.

Suddenly, Hakennagel's arm was grabbed from behind, making her drop the apple. The feeling was so abrupt that she froze for a second, offering no resistance to being turned around.

The guard, a burly woman in ornate plate, stared cooly at the shorter girl. More of her companions flanked Hakennagel, more out of curiosity than anything. Madilla could easily handle this whelp, what with an arm and shoulder in vice-like grip.

"Theft and harassment?" Glancing down at the reddish blade, she paused, and stared at Hakennagel with further hardness. "Explain yourself."

Hakennagel squirmed, starting to panic. This guard was too close! The other guards were getting too close! This did not help make her look any less suspicious.

"You aren't my friend. Don't say that." The Serenian looked to and fro, looking for an escape now as well as the Creator. She was starting to hyperventilate, increasing her jittering.

The grip on her shoulder and arm only tightened. Hakennagel was only getting harder to hold in place. "I am a guard and member of House Bleitnic. Ordinarily I'd be a friend..." Madilla looked the frightened woman up and down. Had she stolen the dress as well? What was this one's story? "But you need to come with me." She motioned to an Adelan guard. "Take her sword."

"I don't need to come with you! I need to find-!" With every word, Hakennagel became shriller and more livid to the point of screaming. Onlookers winced at the volume, and the guards were momentarily distracted. That noise was awful! The Adelan's hand was almost touching the sword, the real Hakennagel, her!

Grey eyes, now with a hardness matching Madilla's, glared at the offending hand even as she felt more and more incensed...sick.

Unable to keep it down any longer, Hakennagel lurched forward and vomited upon her captor's breastplate. Unlike normal vomit, it was dry and crumply, resembling rusty flakes of metal and smelling of iron. Madilla and the other guards jumped back, recoiling as Hakennagel broke free. Still screaming (and pausing to vomit), Hakennagel scrambled out of the village and waved the blade around wildly. Out of the way,out, out,out! No one would take the sword!

((The vomit is harmless and doesn't have the same properties iron does. It's just weird.))

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