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Freddy did his best not to outright make a face at the eggs, because he could swear there was the expected sulfur-y smell of rotten coming from somewhere. Possibly another cluster of eggs somewhere nearby, if not the cluster that Pippa was currently looking at. They were in one of the parks near the university, in an area that seemed to be under maintenance given the state of things.

"Pip," he said while also trying not to sound too disgusted. The lurch of his stomach as he leaned closer and the smell somehow intensified was hard to ignore. Still, the young man did his best…

"Pip," he tried again, this time straightening back out to get further away from the smell. It only barely worked, which was…well. "I really don't think we ought to be touching these, according to…pretty much everything I've read and heard about them in the news."

Sara Draconia

He doubted he'd ever get used to his sister "powering up" or whatever it actually was, but Freddy had seen it enough times that he at least wasn't freaking out about it anymore. Admittedly, he preferred it when she did this kind of thing with him around, so he could at least keep an eye on her. Though in this powered state he had a feeling she could do more to keep him safe rather than the other way around, but her approach to fights was…

Far more direct than he liked.

"Maybe," he said, sounding a bit more nasally because he pinched his nose as he again leaned over her to try and get a better look at what she was doing, "but doesn't mean staying away from it is bad advice. I–"

The smell that came from the cracked egg made him gag as well, a pinched nose doing absolutely nothing to keep it at bay. "******** sake," he choked out as he stepped back and unexpectedly into something. The smell at that point had induced a headache, and Freddy was still making a face when he heard the lowest gurgle of a cluck from behind him.

He didn't need to think. On Chillingham's warning, he moved to duck but wound up throwing himself into the bush just beside the egg cluster she'd been inspecting.

"Is it a chicken?!" he called, voice muffled as the top half of his body was in the bush. "I heard a cluck! It sounded murderous!"

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Kiringul felt the aura pop up nearby and headed for it, the rest of the evening having gone far too quietly for his comfort. He was used to encountering small ******** during his patrols. Mostly youma being youma, which was more challenging than dealing with agents in some ways because they were creatures that he could neither control nor intimidate with his signature RBF.

As a result, he spent a lot of time running while he thought of a plan.

He spotted a familiar pink and blue duo from a distance, the familiarity bringing about the smallest sense of worry that started needling into him. And for good reason, apparently, because one of hell's chickens came up on them soon after that.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled up to the universe as he quickly made a grab for his weapon and sprinted toward them. He channeled his magic and blew into the fancified horn, hoping to provide them all with a bit of insight into how to get rid of this damned thing.

And maybe insight for the kid that was halfway dunked into one of the bushes.

Squire — Kiringul takes a deep breath and blows into the horn, however no sound comes directly out of it. Instead, the sound goes directly into the ears of anyone within a 10ft radius; the sound varies between listeners.

For opponents it causes the listener to become disoriented in some way (the sound and how it disorients the listener is up to the player) as their mind becomes lost in the vastness of cosmic eternity. It essentially renders them unable to focus as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic, and they can feel confused and dazed and out of place with their surroundings.

For allies it gives the listener a soothing sort of clarity, as though they have come out of a peaceful eternity, and allows them to focus better as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic. The sound has a maximum duration of 30 seconds.

Sara Draconia

It was rare for his sister to be hesitant about anything, so he imagined the thing must have been some kind of grotesque abomination to get a reaction like that from her. As much as he wanted to help her, though, he was a bit...preoccupied, what with being currently face-first inside of a bush and all. He felt his legs free but despite his efforts (and the sudden clarity that hit him–though the insight of, "Not much for doing while I'm in this bush," wasn't particularly helpful) could not find a way to get any leverage to pull himself out of said bush.

"Hang on!" he called, not wanting her to think he'd abandoned her or anything. Because he hadn't! He was just quite literally stuck. "Just fend it off 'til I get out of this thing!"

Which, when he spotted what looked like the handle to some kind of tool on the ground just there and quite possibly within his reach, hopefully wouldn't be much longer! Freddy reached for the handle, face scrunched up with the effort because it felt like the branches were purposely digging into him now that the hope of escape was in sight.

"Got it!" he cried out, quietly thanking their father's family for their genetic make-up that resulted in his long, gangly arms that he'd hated for most of his life.

Freddy hadn't expected much to happen beyond feeling the grimy old gardening tool–it turned out to be a trowel of some kind–in his hand, but it came with the weirdest sensation of something cold and strange yet still somehow familiar rippling through him.


As if that wasn't strange enough, he could swear he'd worn short sleeves today.

Though hearing another familiar voice, he shoved the mild confusion and self-doubt aside in favor of getting his attention. Kiringul, was it? The rainbow-flavored equivalent to whatever Pippa was when she powered up.

"Oi! Get her in the clear of whatever that thing is, yeah?!


Hell of a greeting from both of them, but the Squire was mostly relieved that they seemed to be fine. The chicken thing just nearby had stopped in its tracks and was still madly flailing its head about despite the fact that he was no longer channeling his magic.

"Ah, it's not that bad," he said, clapping the fellow Squire on the shoulder and feeling mildly impressed considering it hadn't been that long since she powered up at all. "Anyway, you don't have to touch it. Just smash up all the eggs around here. That's what stopped the last one I ran into."

Glancing around and spotting the brother still in the bushes, Kiringul sighed and nodded toward him. "Though maybe help him out first? I'll keep ugly, over there, distracted for as long as I can." It didn't escape him that there was another Order signature floating around, and given they were siblings...

But there was at least one other thing he was more concerned about, at least for the moment, since it meant they were still in a bit of danger. The oversized chicken-demon-thing had since straightened itself out and seemed like it was gearing up for another attack as it set its beady gaze upon the two of them.

And technically half of a third, though Kiringul didn't imagine Freddy–or whatever his name was now, if he was guessing correctly–could feel the chicken's angry glare on his a**.