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[swarmoflies]

Characters: Sette Frummagem and anybody who's getting tied to her.
Date: During the Valentine's day event.
Summary: Sette is getting increasingly exasperated by the Queen's apparent efforts to force her to make friends.
Warnings: Sette may say some foul things. Also Deimonia is liable to try and spook her.

This wasn't the first time Sette got yanked around by the Garden's event. The first time was with Fionna, but she'd hardly had a chance to lay her head down before she was yanked away again, dragged physically towards the next person, fighting and cursing the whole way.

Comments

[loveloveattack]

Okay, this is a little odd.

"We meet again, my little rogue!"

[swarmoflies]

Sette looked up at Excellen from where the pull had deposited her. Oh, you had got to be kidding her.

"You again!?" she exclaimed in horror and frustration. "The hell did I do to deserve this?"

[loveloveattack]

"Your roguish charm has captured the heart of a fair maiden! It seems we are tied by the red string of fate."

[swarmoflies]

Sette let out a cry of exasperation and threw up her hands.

"Fine, let's just pucker up and get this over with," she said, apparently having the wrong idea.

[loveloveattack]

"Uh." Excellen was a bit concerned that the most (and basically, all) action she has gotten over the last few months has been with Sette.

Chris Hansen's ghost is going to cross dimensions and haunt me at this rate.

"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not sure if that's going to work this time."

[swarmoflies]

"Why not?" she asked. "It's what that child-lover of a Queen wants, isn't it?"

[loveloveattack]

Sadly, that logic was about as sound as any here. "Let's keep that as a last resort. She usually changes things up now and again.

"Unless, o' course, you enjoyed it so much the last time..."

[swarmoflies]

Sette spits at the very idea.

"Of course not! The hell do you take me for!"

Does she seem a little overly defensive? Maybe.

[loveloveattack]

"...Uh-huh." Okaaay. The general reaction is anticipated, but a bit more than she expected. "Anywho, have you picked up on any info? Maybe someone already figured out how this puzzle works."

Excellen is nothing if not genuinely honest in believing Sette to be a competent rogue.

[swarmoflies]

"Only happened once before to me," she said. "And then I was tryin' to get some shut-eye when it dragged me off again. I'm not sure what happened, we was just talkin' and then it just let us go."

[loveloveattack]

"Maybe it's a spell that can only be broken with the right word! What were you talking about?"

[swarmoflies]

"Nothin' in particular," Sette said helpfully. "We was just talkin about...stuff. Like how awesome me Da is."

[loveloveattack]

"Nothin'?" She hums. "Hmhmhm. What is your Da like?"

[swarmoflies]

OH MAN THAT'S SETTE'S FAVORITE TOPIC.

"He's the best, that's what he is! Everything I know, I learned on his knee! Someday, I'm gonna grow up an' inherit the business from him!"

[loveloveattack]

The stinky girl CAN be cute!

"The best, huh? What's he do?"

[phobophage]

Well, this was certainly an unusual tug. Also rather an irritating one. Deimonea knew when she was being messed with. How annoying! Must be that Queen's doing, or one of her ridiculous Incarnae.

So the Nightmare was already in a foul mood, when Sette came across her. That mood suddenly shifted. Oh, a little girl. Easy prey, most of the time.

She put down the scalpel with which she had been casually dissecting flowers very carefully and surgically to examine them closely before discarding the neatly cut flowers in a pile next to her. Then she smiled, showing sharper teeth than usual.

[swarmoflies]

What, again? Sette is absolutely livid by the time she's bodily jerked into sight of Deimonea.

She just sits there grumpily, and flips Deimonea off. She is so not in the mood for this crap.

[phobophage]

"Oh, you look like a fun one." Deimonea actually sounded happy to be flipped off.

[swarmoflies]

"Yeah, whatever," Sette said. She lay down on her side, curled up and facing away from Deimonia, head resting on her hands. "Since apparently Her Dumb Highness ain't gonna let me get some proper sleep, I'm gonna get some right here. Wake me up an' I'll bite you."

[phobophage]

"Your boldness's entertaining." She's sleeping right on the spot? This was far too easy.

[swarmoflies]

"So's your face," Sette shot back sleepily.

[phobophage]

That just got a chuckle. Deimonea waited with the patience of a predator lurking for their prey, staring intently once Sette's eyes close.

[swarmoflies]

That doesn't take too long. Sette's had a long, and trying day, and even though the ground may not be the most comfortable resting place, she still dozes off before too long.

She's actually sort of cute when she's asleep, since she's not pulling faces or shouting vitriol.

[phobophage]

The cuteness was entirely lost on Deimonea as she slipped into the slumbering girl's dreams, her form becoming wisps that faded from the physical world as they coiled around Sette's head.

[swarmoflies]

Sette didn't notice the encroaching wisps, because with her eyes shut tight and little body curled up, she was already halfway down through the veil between the waking world and the dream. Unaware of what was in store for her, Sette dreamed...

Her Da's tavern was the height of the Hanghorse underworld. If you wanted to do the seedier brands of business in this town, sooner or later you'd find yourself in Nary-a-Care Frummagem's place, which gave him a finger in every pie.

It was one of Sette's favorite places in the world.

When her daily round of pickpocketing and looting was done, she'd retire to the watering hole to try and weasel a drink out of the bartender (it never worked) and sit 'round and watch the people streaming through. Her Da had warned her off stealing from the customers - "ya don't shit where you eat" - but it was great fun watching them anyway. There in the corner, a deal going down for a particularly illicit piece of contraband. There, a pair of her Da's whores - not that much older than Sette herself - flirt with the patrons and flash a bit of leg to entice them upstairs. At the door, a pair of Two-Toe lizards try to get in, but are turned away by a burly thug Nary employs as a bouncer. One of them tries to protest and gets the side of a truncheon across the nose for it.

It's a dark, seedy, carnival of moral depravity, and standing over it all, like a dark Apollonic god is her Da, respected by everyone, always standing and watching, ready to grease a palm here or strike a deal there.