Leprachaun trap

Posted on Thu Apr 23, 2015 @ 2:16am by Civilian 'Key Holder' Yolanthe Ibalin

1,469 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Eye of the Beholder
Location: Promenade/Little Bajor
Timeline: MD03 12:00

::ON::

"Blake, take this." Yolanthe pushed the tray into his hands without really noticing if he was ready for it, and turned to the door.

"Whats up boss?" the beautiful young man asked

"Its that girl again," Yolanthe told him, "The kid that knocked you out of the tree."

"Oh," Blake was surprised. "Why is she coming here?"

"She's not." Yolanthe dropped her cleaning cloth on to the tray and headed out after the strange little vulcan girl. Eviess was walking with purpose, and judging from the careful way she was swinging her arm as she walked, she had something stuffed up her sleeve. Yolanthe knew she had taken the net gun away, but there was no reason why the clever little girl couldn't have got her own. Except there wasn't a corresponding buldge in the sleeve. Another weapon then. Yolanthe picked up her pace to catch up.

"What do you want?" Eviess asked as the Rainbow Princess caught up with her, "I don't want to talk to you any more. You don't believe me."

Small though she was Eviess kept walking. If the Rainbow Princess wanted to walk too, that was her business - SHE was not stoppping.

"About the fairy? He's one of my waiters." It wasn't hard for the tall women to keep pace with the girl's purposeful stride. "Doesn't mean I don't believe you per se." Yolanthe paused, and decided not to patronise the girl. "You're armed, probably a knife and very few cultures approve of children with deadly weapons."

"Its not a weapon, its a ... a telisnam ... a shield," Eviess said having forgotten the word that she had read. "Its made from a star and that'll mean they can't fool me. Its not your waiter either, I found their house."

Yolanthe raised a royal blue eyebrow at the claim it wasn't a weapon, and managed not to smile at the claim it was a talisman made from a star. "Alright. How about you show me your house of fairies?" Better to keep an eye on this strange little girl in case she stabbed someone, and then hand her off to security.

Evies shrugged, "Come if you must. I'm telling the TTUTH!. I came here yesterday and watched, then when I looked in the window of the kitchen there were all types of imps ... but i let go and I fell asleep. I'll not let go this time," Eviess said determindly as she continued on her course.

What an imagination. She must run her parents ragged. "Okay, I believe you. Show me."

"Why do you want to be with me?" Eviess asked as they walked, "No-one else does, even though you think I'm making it up."

Well that was a good question. "To be honest? I don't know. But I have twelve, probably thirteen, maybe even more, sisters by now. I miss doing stuff with them, and you remind me of them. Of me really." She looked down at the tiny girl. "Stubborn, fearless, and dangerous when armed."

"I don't think I'd like that many sisters," Eviess replied. "I've a horrible brother, and a half sister, but she's really old."

And then they came through the gardens and the organic building stood before them both.

"I let go yesterday and fell asleep. Do you want to hold on with me?" at the base of her heart Eviees hoped the Raindow Prncess *did* believe herand wouldn't tak the knife away.

"Do you want to hold it with me?"

"Sure, but I get the sharp end, okay." Yolanthe looked at the restaurant. It was very popular she knew, but she couldn't remember really coming down to look. It didn't look like a hotbed of fairies or imps or goblins or any other reature from myth and legend

"This way. There's a window at the back behind the bushes," Eviess said. Only once they were there did she let the Rainbow Princess join her in holding the blade.

Yolanthe looked at the inside of the restaurant. It was a busy kitchen, people dashing this way and that. Though looking made her head hurt, for some inexplicable reason. "Okay, its a kitchen. Give me the knife."

"There's a spell on you," Eviess said as she held out the knife, "see."

Yolanthe looked at the small dagger. It was clearly ancient, and hand forged. And Iron. Her people had never gone for the working of metals for weapons. They had found a variety of crystalline minerals that could be grown and shaped to something stronger, lighter, sharper, and less breakable.

Her hand closed around the leaf shaped blade, cautious of the edges, and looked back to the window.

Her hand flexed shut instinctively, and the bite of the not quite sharp blade edges into her palm didn't even register. "Bleeding Ancestors and all their get." She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "I thought they were a myth." she whispered, more to herself than the little girl next to her.

"They're the little ones," Eviess whispered back, "the big ones are in the dining room."

Yolanthe shifted her attention from the window onto the kitchen to one that opened onto front of house.

They were humanoid, and beautiful but in a way that lifted hair on the back of her neck and made her shoulder blades itched. Beautiful in the way light from a magnifying glass might look to an ant. She turned a turquoise so sharp it had a silver, metallic edge. Uncanny. Unnatural. The flare of their cheekbones, and the flat unvarying hue of their skin had earned them the epithet mudskin to her people. Yolanthe stared in wonder. These were killers of children and stealers of men. Now her people barely used metal for weapons. But in the dawn of myth, long ago, iron had been prized for one quality.

Iron was proof against demons.

"Rainbow Princess, we can't stay here," Eviess said in earnest clluching tiighter on the blade they shared. "You know I'm not a liar now, we need to find how to catch a big one!"

So a creature from myth turned out to be a real, she wasn't entirely surprised, and space was vast. Ancient aliens were thought to have visited many many worlds. But that led to a trickier problem. Catching a fairy had just turned into a request to assault a sentient being, and whilst that new security chief was a juicy morsel, she was hardly on good terms with Trellis, and she didn't need the trouble.

"Kid, why are wish granting faeries running a restaurant?" she asked her guide, stalling for time. She could drop anyone of those somewhat angular humanoids without much trouble. But the consequences...

"I don't know. I know they're up to no good. Its like they're hiding," Eviess said.

It was then that the station began to rumble and shake. Eviess grabbed the Rainbow Princess's leg with both hands.

"What's happening," she asked in a small voice, far removed from that of the intrepid fairy hunter.

Yolanthe looked around. She had no idea. And then the lights started flashing and the sirens started their wailing. "Its a red alert." And on a red alert they locked down the promenade. Eventually. Yolanthe's body turned from turquoise to pale green She needed to get back to the Box.

But then one of the pinched face humanoids stepped out of the restaurant, looking just as alarmed and confused as anyone else. Yolanthe looked at the slight form, and the turquoise became pale blue. Fuck it. There's lots of confusion in a red alert. "Stay close."

She stepped out of cover, "Hey," she called to the humanoid. having let go of the knife, the faerie was now a properly beautiful woman, and yet she could still see the true form underneath. "Do you know what's going on?"

Her head turned to see who addressed her, the scaley skin concealed by the glamour prickled, "You're not blind to us," the Fae said, her gaze falling on Eviess who was still clinging to the princess. "If we take you, you can find them for us. If we cannot hide from you, nor can they."

That sounded like a threat. Blue turned to ochre. Her planned move had been a sucker punch hidden by a prat-fall. Now she wasn't going to bother. She straigtened up and smashed her upturned fist into the woman's neck just in front of and under the ear. The brachial stun dropped the faerie instantly. Yolanthe pulled her up supporting her with one arm around the faeries waist, as if propping up a drunk. She turned to Eviess. "Alright. I've got your faerie. Follow me and keep up."

::OFF::

A Joint Post by

Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner, The Box of Delights

Eviess T'Vaurek
Precocious Brat
NPC by Louise

 

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