Metamor Keep RP (?)

[Kiba]

"Yeah, I think you've avoided the question long enough Iasha." I say, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at her.

[Donnie]

Her ears fell back "Fine fine... My 'father' isn't really my 'father'. Mother used me to divorce by being born from a different father. After they left I was left to be used more. She didn't care about me at all, used me as a tool. Had to hunt for my own food as it is. One day I learned about the Keep from some travelers, it changes people into something different and they take care of those in the keep. So I ran away, opted for a different life. So then I arrived and poof I changed... into this pretty body." She smiled widely and narrowed her eyes.

[Geary]

The tabby looked Iasha up and down for a few moments. "And a fine body it is. Thanks for telling us, it means a lot." Geary said, smiling at the fox.

[Kiba]

"...I see." I lower my ears. "S-so you actually changed willingly?" I was a bit baffled. "Why not just run off to a priory? Become a Lothanasi or Ecclesian? Ask the gods to keep you safe... instead of coming to this... cursed place?"

[Fen]

* Fenrs nods.

"alright then. So we've got one who is here for escape, another driven from home, anotherwho came for answers, and me, who just decided to walk on in and stay."

[Donnie]

"A priory? Become a nun? No!" She said shaking her head, "Nuns don't have it so good you know? And besides, I like to play with these little toys of mine." She chuckles, patting her spring loaded gauntlet.

"Another reason... I suppose you could say that I was already cursed to have such a monster of a mother. Really now, how can a keep curse be as bad as an unloving mother?"

[Geary]

"So you exchanged one curse for another, so as to escape from the prior and live a better life." Geary gave Iasha a goofy grin. "I like your way of thinking. By the way, can you let me look at that glove sometime? It's the first of it's kind I've ever seen, and it has master craftmanship!"

[Fen]

"interesting. spring loaded, must make for an unusual punch. I imagine it catches people off guard quite often."

[Donnie]

She held the thing away "Ehh more like a hidden blade than a punch glove... though that does sound like a good idea." She said, scratching her chin.

[Fen]

"ah. blasted headache.. sorry about that. it.. messes with my sensory skills and how well I can interpret what I see. But yes.. this sort of weapon I've seen before. Not in a long time though.. and nowhere near here. how did you get the idea for it?"

[Kiba]

"Joined an assassins guild or something, I'll bet." I say, taking a sip of mead and spilling it on my robes.
"Awwwww BLAST..."

[Geary]

The tabby turned to Kiba. "Heh, aren't you a bit young for mead? I'm pretty sure they have age restrictions on that stuff for a reason."

[Fen]

* Fenrs shrugs.

"It'd be bad idea to not let people hit by the youth curse to have alcohol.. for one thing, a number of them are still fighters, and it's used for morale, so not letting them have it would lower it for them, especially if others did get it. On the other hand, if you let ones in military service have it for morale but otherwise keep it from them, many would go into service in an attempt to get it, and probably have little if any knowledge of combat... that's just speculation, though. Rather than an age limit, anyway, it'd probably more of an amount limit, due to the smaller proportions.."

[Kiba]

"I'M EIGHTEE-" I begin to rant at Geary but Fenrs inturrupts me.

"Y-yeah... that's a good idea. ...besides, this stuff smells bad anyway. And it's all over my clothes now..." I whine.

[Geary]

Geary nodded to Fenrs, and chuckled at Kiba. "Well, maybe you need a container that isn't so big? Children aren't really known for having the strongest grip. And with those paws, it sure doesn't help the situation."