Ogre, Get Lost! (Hakennagel) [Invite on Request]

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A few weeks ago, Ogre's previous master told him to take a hike.  After a bit of interrogation to the local villagers, he found hikes are usually taken on mountain trails or through forests.  Being that the forest was much closer, he figured that it was the ideal place to begin his hike.  Not far into his excursion, Ogre found himself a wisp.  Being the loveable doofus he is, he decided to catch the little critter and make it into a lamp.  Lights are useful in dark places, and he didn't have one.  After many unsuccessful grabs at the evasive wisp, Ogre found himself deep in a dark corner of gods know where.


"C'mere Fairy, huh huh huh!"  Ogre giggled crudely as he bumbled through the dense woods without a care in the world.  Fallen branches disintergrated at his passing and wildlife for miles around scurried off as if in the presence of an avalanche.  At this point, it was far to dark to see anything save the lone ball of light bouncing from foothold to foothold on random vegetation.  "Me put you in a jar, den you gonna make lights for me fairy."  Ogre began to run faster as he reached a barren clearing littered with rocks, likely the site of some small forest fire.  "I'mma gitcha ya, come to me fairy.  You go in new home.  It gots lotsa windows."  Amidst his babbling and minor drooling, Ogre catches his foot on a sizeable rock.  His momentum carried him several meters into the air and landed him square on his back.  "Duh-owchies"  A dust cloud filled the air as the careless dope left a crater in his likeness in the cold soot covered ground.  He shook off the pain as he rolled to his feet, looking around for any sign of the wisp.  Nothing but the dark silhouettes of the trees surrounded him in a weak moonlight.  "Aww, fairy left me behind."  Several hours passed as he gawked around and pondered his situation before coming to an astounding realization.  "Ogre lost."

[Hakennagel]

The moonlight, feeble as it was through trees and darkness, still allowed for a rusty sword to look somewhat glorious.

But of course, "somewhat glorious" would have been hastily corrected to just "glorious, of course". By the very sword herself, no less! For a while Hakennagel was laying on the forest floor, halfway under assorted foilage and dirt. Visible for anyone looking, but hardly suspicious. After all, it fooled the nasty something mean beast when she prematurely 'rested' her human projection to throw them off. The sword detected no activity nearby from the nasty something mean beast, but...senses in her sword form were far behind what her human add-on did.

Without so much as a pop or other flash, a redheaded young woman in a dress materialized close to the sword. Hakennagel picked herself up (both were Hakennagel, though she'd argue that the sword was the real her), wrinkling her nose at the dirt and meticulously sweeping dirt off her blade.

The huge impact -not far from her hiding place- scared her into immediately dematerializing her human projection. The beast! With no one to hold the sword, she fell to the ground once more.

A few more hours passed before she'd rematerialize the projection and pick herself up, sword arm ready to strike if needed. She walked over to where'd she heard the noise, wondering if it was the same creature that was antagonizing her eariler.

Seeing and hearing someone else other than her gave her another fright. This time there was another witness to hear Hakennagel's human projection to vanish with a yelp, the sword dropping herself again on the dirty ground. A second later she realized that however massive the green skinned creature here was, it was not the other beast.

"Oh." The projection reappeared once again and picked up her blade, looking curiously at Ogre as she dusted the sword off again. "You're not the beast."

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Ogre broke his intense concentration on his current situation with a sudden and strained "Duhwha?" as he turned to the woman addressing him.  Baffled at her sudden appearance, he concluded that she must be a ghost.  "Ogre no like ghost, dey make him hands cold."  Promptly sheathing his hands in his armpits, he staggered forward to get a better look at the strange creature.  Giving her a once over, he noticed no absence of legs or ominous "Boo" and put two and two together.  "You no ghost, Ogre Sorry." He groaned as he sat in front of her and presented his head for bludgeoning.