Well! This is fun! [Despite her predicament, and the full gonw that speaks of wealth, the woman speaking sounds positively cheerful about it all] A little familiar, even. Fancy that! I do wonder why I keep being the target for such kidnapping, though... Is it the shoes? I think the pearl buttons are a bit much, but Agnes insisted.
[She sighs deeply. There's a nice bruise forming on the side of her temple, but it doesn't seem to bother her much, nor do another bruise along her jaw seem to impede her ability to talk--at length--or grin like this is some grand adventure]
How are you doing, dear? [She seems genuinely concerned, brow furrowed slightly even as she smiles reassuringly at whoever's captured with her]
B. Bandit Bane
[Winnie's eyes seem to gleam in delight when they're rescued. The violence doesn't seem to phase her and indeed, even despite how long it's been or how roughed up she might be, she's still smiling away cheerfully.
Until one unlucky bandit tries to get the jump on her. She spins, a thick branch in hand, and smacks it soundly into the bandit's face, sending him crumpling to the ground. Winnie stands there, the smile gone-- instead her face has gone eerily blank, staring impassively down at the unconscious man with all the interest of someone smashing a bug. She blinks slowly, before she seems to shake herself out of it, straightening with a bright smile and a huffy little noise]
How rude! None of these thugs have any manners, do they. What was it about honor among thieves...? [She trails off, looking like she's honestly trying to remember before shrugging as if giving up.]
C. Blushing Bride
[Winnie is, perhaps thankfully, not one of the brides. She is, however, gently commiserating with a drunk, complaining fox bride covered in her own groom's blood.]
Men truly are useless, aren't they? Poor man couldn't even hold-- how many cups did you say? 12? My, they don't make men like they used to, do they? There, there dear. It's quite unfortunate he passed out before you could get anywhere. But think of it this way: You can hold it over his head for the rest of his life! ...Whatever's left of it.
[The fox bride mumbles something and Winnie laughs brightly] Oh no, no, I've never been married! I'm afraid I'm much too old for it now, a forever spinster I am. [She says, at all of 24 years old.]
Here, why don't you drink a little more? I'm sure you'll feel better. Don't worry about the stains, dear. [Winnie's own clothes are smeared with the drying blood of the dead groom, but she doesn't seem to mind as she plies the fox bride with more alcohol.
She glances up at whoever's approaching and smiles cheerfully] Oh, there you are. Perhaps you could drink with her? Or at least help get the groom, hmm... Cleaned up?
D. Wildcard
[For any other TDM shenanigans! All of Winnie's info can be found in her journal, but the most important thing is that Winnie has no soul whatsoever so if your character is able to pick up on that they're more than welcome to]
Winnifred Prismall | OC | returning oldbie
Well! This is fun! [Despite her predicament, and the full gonw that speaks of wealth, the woman speaking sounds positively cheerful about it all] A little familiar, even. Fancy that! I do wonder why I keep being the target for such kidnapping, though... Is it the shoes? I think the pearl buttons are a bit much, but Agnes insisted.
[She sighs deeply. There's a nice bruise forming on the side of her temple, but it doesn't seem to bother her much, nor do another bruise along her jaw seem to impede her ability to talk--at length--or grin like this is some grand adventure]
How are you doing, dear? [She seems genuinely concerned, brow furrowed slightly even as she smiles reassuringly at whoever's captured with her]
B. Bandit Bane
[Winnie's eyes seem to gleam in delight when they're rescued. The violence doesn't seem to phase her and indeed, even despite how long it's been or how roughed up she might be, she's still smiling away cheerfully.
Until one unlucky bandit tries to get the jump on her. She spins, a thick branch in hand, and smacks it soundly into the bandit's face, sending him crumpling to the ground. Winnie stands there, the smile gone-- instead her face has gone eerily blank, staring impassively down at the unconscious man with all the interest of someone smashing a bug. She blinks slowly, before she seems to shake herself out of it, straightening with a bright smile and a huffy little noise]
How rude! None of these thugs have any manners, do they. What was it about honor among thieves...? [She trails off, looking like she's honestly trying to remember before shrugging as if giving up.]
C. Blushing Bride
[Winnie is, perhaps thankfully, not one of the brides. She is, however, gently commiserating with a drunk, complaining fox bride covered in her own groom's blood.]
Men truly are useless, aren't they? Poor man couldn't even hold-- how many cups did you say? 12? My, they don't make men like they used to, do they? There, there dear. It's quite unfortunate he passed out before you could get anywhere. But think of it this way: You can hold it over his head for the rest of his life! ...Whatever's left of it.
[The fox bride mumbles something and Winnie laughs brightly] Oh no, no, I've never been married! I'm afraid I'm much too old for it now, a forever spinster I am. [She says, at all of 24 years old.]
Here, why don't you drink a little more? I'm sure you'll feel better. Don't worry about the stains, dear. [Winnie's own clothes are smeared with the drying blood of the dead groom, but she doesn't seem to mind as she plies the fox bride with more alcohol.
She glances up at whoever's approaching and smiles cheerfully] Oh, there you are. Perhaps you could drink with her? Or at least help get the groom, hmm... Cleaned up?
D. Wildcard
[For any other TDM shenanigans! All of Winnie's info can be found in her journal, but the most important thing is that Winnie has no soul whatsoever so if your character is able to pick up on that they're more than welcome to]