Meet, Greet, and Leave [Yahweh]

[Lovely]

Curiosity surged through the Carna Hunter as she made her way toward the Studio Ess. For awhile rumors went around about a young ghost girl that haunted the abandoned building. Originally when Lovely heard about the ghost girl she thought it to be a whole bunch of bafflegab. Quite rarely did Lovely ever think about or even bother exploring outside the Carna territory. Not to be confused with a fear to leave, but just a simple lack of desire to take off from home. In the Carna's head she wondered if it would be similar to a horror movie with the ghost girl plotting to defenestrate the intruder as soon as they get close to a window. The excitement of seeing a ghost boosted her walking speed so she could reach the Studio Ess faster. In the blonde's left hand she grasped onto an axe with the nickname 'Killing Axe.' Four other axes rested back in the Carna Territory that were made for different purposes. They were known as Hunting Axe, Therapy Axe, Shaving Axe, and Sleepy Time Axe. Nobody could tell the difference between any of them so Lovely stopped asking for assistance of bringing her the correct axe. Only one person could differentiate the axes and deep down inside Lovely missed the company of the former Carna Beta, Crash. "This is going to be so much fun," she exclaimed with enthusiasm to the weapon in her possession. "Just so you know, I brought you alone just in case the rumors were false and it was an actual real life dangerous shifter. Some of these people are just crazy!" Before reaching the actual Studio somebody came into view. OOC - Decided with the little muse last night gave me I may as well post something!

[Yahweh Slickson]

He didn't like the thought of walking into Ringer land. Not one bit. He knew No Man's Land was supposed to be neutral and not belong to, well, anyone. But then the City Ringers decided they wanted the Inn, and the Bay Ringers tried to burn it down. To Yahweh, it seemed as if this land was owned by the Ringers anyway. They seemed to use it more often than the Rogues did, and chased you off even if the turf wasn't even theirs. The City and Bay Ringers were the worst, they had nearly killed him on two different occasions. He supposed the Sand Ringers were the most decent of the lot, but even they had chased him off. He couldn't quite remember why he was choosing to finally venture back off Ringer turf, and as he crept carefully from shadow to shadow, he wasn't quite sure what kept his feet moving in that direction. It had been years since he had ventured this far inland, and as his feet hit the pavement it left him feeling awful uneasy. He hadn't stepped on ground this solid in years, and the fact that it didn't shift or crackle beneath his feet was strange, foreign. Though trees and sparse grass grew up here and there, there was still a stifling silence so unlike the usual susurrus of leaves shifting in the forest's canopy; every now and again volitant leaves skittered at his feet, kicked up by the wind. That was a bit comforting, at least. Why was he here, again? Water container. Right. His good jug had been stolen by Stefan and his last good one had gotten cracked after a Flapper had stolen it and tried to drop it on his head. He was wary of the Ringer land, tried and true, but he didn't want to go through the process of making a waterskin. It was usually easier scavenge a container of some sort, and to do that, Ringer turf was the best. So here he was, stealing his way toward the nearest building to the border of No Man's Land and the foothills. This had been his favorite building for a while, the outside painted with bright, happy colors that made him feel bubbly inside. But when it finally came into view and he was a few good yards from it, not even the happy colors could cheer him. A scent drifted across his sensitive nose and he could smell her, a Ringer. In the next moment she came into view, and he could hear her talking to someone. She wasn't alone! Yahweh pulled up short, immediately taking stock of the scene. He could pick up trace scents of other Ringers and wanderer's like him alike, but they were all stale. Her scent was the only one. She was clearly alone. So talking to herself, then? He felt his nerves settle, and even a small smile tug at his lips. Suppose she was like Nikk? Suppose she'd talk to him and they could be friends? Making two friends in such little time! He kept that lopsided, gap-toothed grin on his dirt smudged face and shambled closer to the Ringer woman, eyes diverted to her feet. As he got closer, he raised a hand up in a little wave and paused, unsure if he should go any closer. Judging by the axe in her hand, she was a dangerous one. But then, so was Nikk. Even more promising!

[Lovely]

A strong smell came off the strange man making his way toward her. It was completely unfamiliar since it did not carry the stench of the Fulsi nor the Fallen. Just a bad odor all on it's own. There appeared to be dirt all over his face, in his hair, and all over his clothes. Lovely knew she liked her men a little dirty, but even for her this was too much. The grip on the Carna's axe intensified as she got closer. What grossed her out the most was the casual smile and wave the dirty man gave. Such friendliness was not common to Lovely which put her slightly on edge. When approaching the man Lovely stopped moving about five feet away from the apparent Rogue. Without the signature smell from any territory it only made sense of what he could be. "My, my, you remind me of a garbage dump snowman all put together," she greeted him in a Southern accent. Just made the most sense to Lovely to speak in a Southern accent to protect her identity if her description ever invaded the Rogue sanctuaries. From the man's body posture as Lovely sized him up and down he did not give off any indication of any threat. Either way the Carna Hunter planned on playing it safe. "So, darlin'. What's yer name?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC - I DID THE THING!

[Yahweh Slickson]

He watched her watching him. And together, they watched each other. She seemed nice enough as she stood there with her axe, shined up good and proper. He could tell that she took care of her weapon, and that meant she more than likely knew how to use it just as good as she shined it. The wind had shifted before he could get a better whiff of her, though he knew that she was definitely a Ringer; what kind, he could only guess, or wait until the wind shifted again. It was only a few seconds of quiet regard before she spoke, at which point he nearly jolted out of his skin. Clear blue eyes watched her lips form her strange words. He figured he always just looked like a person, and sometimes a deer since that one time he got shot for wearing his coat in the woods. But not a snowman. Though he supposed snowmen were supposed to look like real people, though he never quite knew why people made them all lumpy. Nobody he knew looked like that, and though it had been a few years since he'd even seen a mirror, he was fairly certain he didn't look like that either. He didn't quite understand what she meant, but she had a nice voice. Her Southern accent was like a familiar balm, and for a moment he felt like he was back home again, nestled in the warm mountains of Appalachia. He smiled at her, a gap-toothed grin that left no doubt that it was in earnest. "Thank you," he said, deciding that it was meant as something of a compliment, strange and confusing as it was. "I'm Yahweh," he said, bobbing his head in a nod of greeting. The wind shifted then, in his favor, and his brow furrowed and his smile dipped for a moment as he recognized her Ringer stink. Bay Ringer. They were generally very nasty to folk like him, liked to steal his stuff and chase him off. They were one of the reasons he never trekked onto Ringer turf. "I, uh, I -- what your, uh, name...is?"

[Lovely]

When the Rogue said thank you Lovely immediately laughed out loud. Not only was the strange man dirtier than a politician the Carna Hunter came to the conclusion that he was also dumber than the green eyed Fulsi that tagged along with the bat man. Even though Lovely wanted to play more with the garbage dump snowman she knew that she needed to get to the Studio Ess before it got too dark. Only takes one wrong turn to end up in enemy territory. The strong smell coming off the Rogue seemed much better than the putrid smell of a Fulsi. Lovely squinted her eyes and had a confused look on her face when the Rogue introduced himself as Yahweh. 'Such a strange, dumb, and unfortunate name,' she thought to herself."My name is Telula Appleseed," she announced while continuously using her Southern accent facade. A big grin placed upon her face and a giggle escaped her lips as a silly thought popped into her head. "Yahweh? Wow. No way!" Never again Lovely knew that a chance to make a pun like that would show up again so the Carna Hunter made sure to grab the opportunity while it still stood in front of her.

[Yahweh Slickson]

"Yahweh? Wow. No way!" "Yes ... way?" He said, his face a spectrum of confusion. He wasn't quite sure why she laughed at his name, though people kept seeming to find issue with it, the few who he did bother to speak to. Nikk had sort of laughed, too. And she had told him it meant god, and now that he thought about it he supposed he did read it in a holy book of some type. Honestly he didn't remember much about it. He only remembered he liked the sound of it. He supposed, though, it did have a weird kind of sound to it if you weren't used to names like that. This Bay Ringer was very strange, and he didn't know what to make of her. He kept a steady eye on her axe, his gaze flicking every now and again to her outlandish clothes. They were leather, and had odd patches cut out of them. He imagined she must get very weird sunburn marks what with all the holes it had in it. And in the winter? He hoped that she had a coat to wear. He cracked a gap-toothed grin right back at her though when she said her name, bobbing his head in appreciation. "Like Johnny Appleseed?" He said, chuckling and odd, stilted laugh. "He like your great-great-great-times-10-granpap? I mean, you got the axe for it." He paused, scratching a dirt-flecked finger through his grungy, matted hair. "Or wait, that was Paul Bunyan. You sure you not a Bunyan? Twice removed?"

[Lovely]

Most people Lovely met were a bit smarter than the poster boy standing in front of her for all the poor unfortunate children that decide to take refuge in a garbage dumpster. A wandering thought crossed her mind that maybe he would be useful to her in the future. That thought died when she remembered that the Rogue would give himself away with his smell. The most Lovely knew about the man at the moment was that he was good for a cheap laugh. "I thought it was Yahweh, not Yes Way. Did you forget your name? Bless your heart, darlin'," she said continuing her Southern accent. For a second Lovely thought the dumpster diving man was a little smart to know about Johnny Appleseed till he started mixing up the story with Paul Bunyan. "Ah, dearie, I can tell ya like yourself some stories. I'ma tell ya one right about now so listen closely." Ever since the Carna Hunter gained the ability of telekinesis she used it in all sorts of ways. Mostly, she used it when fighting, but she loved using it when feeling lazy as well as telling ghost stories. With all the deaths in the Menagerie ghosts stories seemed to have become a common occurrence to share at night in the Carna. "I shouldn't be tellin' ya this, but I'm on my way to catch me a ghost. The only problem is that it always knows when people are after it like some kinda voodoo magic." With her free hand Lovely focused on a loose branch in the closest tree to the both of them and cracked it. "I'm not too scared of her, doh. Apparently, she has eyes that bleed out and you can hear her crying in the distance when you get close to where she stays. That poor girl misses her husband so much. Any time she hears his name she goes into some weird kind of... frenzy!" Adding to an eerie affect Lovely gasped. "I just remembered! The man's name was Yahweh!"

[Yahweh Slickson]

“Ghost?” Came his voice, suddenly small and quiet. “I – I ain’t afraid of no ghost.” He tried to put on a brave face, say the brave thing. His neighbors had been the religious sort, told him there weren’t no such thing as ghosts, and he was a fool boy for thinking so. But he’d seen things wandering the Crickwood forests at night. He’d been out there when he shouldn’t have, and seen things he never wanted to. There was a witch out there, too, the one Old Moses had told him about. Part of Yahweh was still convinced that it was the witch that had turned him into a possum. There was no other way to explain it. He listened to Telula’s story, every hair on his body standing to attention as Telula spoke. His eyes flicked to the Studio beyond them and he unconsciously took a few steps backwards, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side. The sudden, loud snap of a branch sent him nearly a foot off the ground. "What the --" She was here? The ghost was here? Telula must have summoned her, somehow, made her angry. When his feet finally hit the ground he had shifted, landing on all four paws as a possum. No way was he staying to hear the end of this. He knew how it ended, with him getting the soul sucked straight out of him. “Nope,” came the small, raspy voice from the possum. “Sorry. You on your own,” he said before he turned scuttled to the nearest copse of trees, disappearing into the undergrowth. OOC: AND THUS ENDS THE DUMBEST THREAD OF ALL TIME

[Yahweh Slickson]

and thus ends the dumbest thread of all time!