Take Back the Crown

It was expected that Svetlana would be the one to break up the fight, but Bo still frowned. Phaedra didn't really get a chance to do the windy thing that much. He begrudgingly sighed at the abrupt end to all the fun, but he figured they really should stop now. Everything and everyone was quite the mess. He had food... everywhere, pretty much. And that was a lot of food.


As he turned to follow Svetlana, he figured he should let Phaedra down, but as he did so, he saw a pastry flying right for them... well, her? He didn't really want to steal the little prince's last shot, but it seemed that his reflexes were quick to betray him, and he ducked.


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(Sorry aaa, someone make his throw count??)
 
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Valeiah screamed again from under the table.


"MY POTATOES! NOOOoooOOOOOo....!"


Then got out from her hiding spot. Alo laughed at her and she made sure to knee him as hard as she could.
 

Phaedra wiped away that amalgamation of food Svetlana had created and flung at everybody, cringing at the texture and smell of the slop. It was all delicious and wonderful when it wasn't all blended together into an unrecognizable form. At the moment she wiped the goop away, she saw the pastry headed right for her and suddenly Bo ducked! At this rate, it would miss. Her eyes quickly scanned, inconspicuously, to see who was getting the last shot and discovered it was the young prince, Lucas. If she didn't get hit by this pastry, she would be branded a monster and a traitor to the throne and those just weren't options for her.

She feinted as though she were about to dismount from Bo's shoulders the whole time, oblivious to why Bo may have ducked - she even made a confused face at him to seal the deal - and lifted herself off of Bo's shoulders with a quick burst of wind, popping up into the air, and then - SPLORCH. Jelly burst out of the pastry all over her face just at the last second and she fell backwards on to the floor. It would have seemed that she had made a dramatic act at the end there, but she genuinely overdid it. As Phaedra had previously thought, she didn't have the energy to do much more than throw a small amount of weight and to use energy that she didn't have to throw herself up in the air? Well, she had a pounding headache and she felt like vomiting. She laid there on the ground, motionless, contemplating her life choices.

Despite the fact that she felt like her head could split open and ooze its contents across the floor at any moment from the pressure in her skull, Phaedra felt pretty good about herself. Lucas got the last hit.

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In a display of very mixed emotions, Bo whipped around to watch Phaedra's stunt, successfully letting herself get hit by the pastry. At one moment, he was relieved - impressed, even, that she was able to salvage the situation and still manage to get hit. For that moment, he was happy - for Lucas, and the lot of them. But that moment quickly ended as Phaedra thumped onto the floor shortly thereafter, hitting her head. He looked back at Lucas briefly with a congratulatory smile and a thumb's up, before turning back to Phaedra with concern and offering his hands to help her up.


"Thank you," he mouthed, before asking a followup question. "Ahh... are you hurt?" She looked like she had accepted her fate of lying on the floor, but he wasn't sure if she was just being dramatic or if she was actually in pain.

 
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Nameen had just been about to launch a pomegranate at a seemingly random and unsuspecting individual, (cough, cough Oceana, cough, Nameen had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to get back at her for the cheese) when she spotted Svetlana finally standing in the corner of her eye. Somehow, Nameen had a hard time picturing the old woman participating in the action. And then the next thing she knew-


Splat.


Courtesy of Svetlana's impressive but completely unnecessary end to the fight, Nameen recieved a blueberry pie straight to the face. She laughed a little to herself, while wiping the crushed filling of the dessert out of her eye. She managed to scrape enough of it out of her vision to see, and just in time to have an excellent view of Lucas and Phaedra's grand finale.


The possibility of a shower was of course, greatly welcomed, but it wasn't the main thing on Nameen's mind as she began to exit the hall. She tilted her head back around to take in the enormous mess that the chaos had made, thinking that this was the most fun she'd had in a very long time.
 
Garrett almost startled when suddenly food was flying at him, even under the table. He barely had the time to raise a magic shield to keep himself from being absolutely coated in food. When he got out from under the table, he had to keep himself from laughing at the hilarious sight that were all of his teammates.
 
Foxrun trudged through the slop that was left on the floor. Then actually felt a bit guilty, "uh, so, who is gonna clean all of this? Because I'll help if need be." He stated, not particularly to anybody. Just whoever would know the answer really
 
Oceana noticed that Svetlana settled the food fight and crawled to her feet, feeling potato squish all over.


Ugh.


Thankfully the baths would be hot and she could get clean. She would have to wash everywhere.


The elf suddenly blushed.


I really hope the bath isn't communal...


She looked up, away from everyone, trying not to picture them all naked.


That was a mistake, however, because Phaedra was just climbing down from Bo's shoulders and was right in Oceana's line of sight.


Her ears went red and she shook her head violently. And strode (practically ran) to the front of their group, eyes glued to the floor.


Still blushing furiously.


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Phaedra managed to grin up at Bo, though it was fairly obvious that she was in pain. She took his hands, half pulling herself up and allowing him to help her up. She wobbled a bit on her feet, nearly falling back over after Oceana's sudden rush of movement. Was she honestly angry with her about the food fight? She couldn't help but wonder, seeing only a glimpse of her red face, and totally unaware of what had made Oceana move so quickly away from her after a simple glance in her direction. It was then that the previous heated conversation they had popped back into her mind and she sighed. Maybe it was that. It really wasn't her concern. She would leave Oceana be.

Her eyes moved back up to Bo and she waved her hand.

"I'm fine, I just have a headache."

Phaedra downplayed the amount of pain she was in. She really just wanted a bath. Maybe it was communal? That would be interesting!

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He pouted, wiping some food that was dripping down to his eye."You sure? You could always ask Svetlana or Valeiah to help out, ya know." Having people who could heal stuff was almost beginning to feel like a luxury. Of course, he knew they wouldn't always have time to do so, but in a more relaxed environment like this, they had plenty of time.


He turned with her, following the direction everyone was going (following Svetlana, who he assumed knew the way). He was looking forward to getting all the food off of him.



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"No, I'm really fine. Thank you. You can get back to.. what you doing..?"

The last bit turned into a question as she wondered to herself what Valeiah was doing. Why was she mourning her potatoes? Clearing her throat, Phaedra continued, trying to reassure those around her.

"I just would like a bath is all. I'm sure I will feel rejuvenated afterwards."

Phaedra, while appreciative of the efforts to get her healed, understood that it was simply something that would fade with rest. She had simply overexerted herself. With proper rest, she would be good as new, and that started with a nice, hot bath.

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"That won't be necessary, dear." Helga said to Foxrun as she got to her feet and flicked some food off her shoulders, "This hall needs to be clean at least once a week because of such incidents." She chuckled and shooed them off, ensuring them it really was alright to leave the mess.


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Yaroslav gave Lucas a high five when the prince's aim was true, and the two followed the group (with Svetlana at the head) into Sverrir's home. The old man was inside, entirely focused on prints of his design for the new caravans ad hardly noticed them come in. When he looked up, his eyes enlarged by his glasses, he laughed warmly, "Bitva Propitaniya?" He asked with a smile.


Svetlana chuckled, "Yes. And now we are in desperate need of a bath."


"Ah, yes." He picked up his quill and continued his work, "I removed your supplies from the wagon, it should be right outside the door. And you know where the bath house is, so I'll leave you to it."


Svetlana nodded and led the group outside where all of their mixed supplies was (I assume everyone brought new sets of clothes since most came prepared for a long journey).


"Find a new pair of attire, and I will lead you all to the bath house." She said pulling out a spare change of clothes from her bag, "And no, it is not a communal bath house, the dwarves aren't that fun." She raised an eyebrow at them.


Hjalmar grimaced. He didn't come prepared, and only had a spare pair of trousers in his satchel, "Ah... Svetlana?"


The old woman looked at him, "I don't have a shirt." He said rubbing the back of his neck (which was covered in mashed potatoes).


"You can borrow one of mine." Yaroslav muttered grumpily before throwing a shirt at him. Hjalmar thanked him, and the gruff man just humphed in response as he continued looking for his own change of clothes.


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Oceana breathed a huge sigh of relief, glad she wouldn't have to get naked in front of other people.


The elf wasn't afraid to show her scars or her toned muscle. It was more about how it all fit together. She thought less of her body as beautiful and more as functional.


It works. I'm strong and fast. What does being pretty matter?


Still, a small seed of doubt


bloomed in her chest and it was all she could do to not hide in a corner at the thought of the time that seed had taken root.


Snatching up some loose leather trousers and a sleeveless linen shirt, she waited impatiently for Svetlana to show them the way.


Her angry scowl was back with a vengeance and she huffed, but by her side her hand twitched and she fought the urge to bite her nails in apprehension.
 
Bo nodded in response, "Yeah! I'm sure." @TeeKay


Well, feeling clean and getting good sleep were both good things, and there was a 80% chance it would make everyone feel better. He was glad to hear that they would all be able to bathe individually. They weren't all that close yet.


He looked among his things, pulling out another pair of black trousers and another black, sleeveless hooded... vest... thing. And shirt. He didn't really have much of a variety when it came to his wardrobe (which was very small). He guessed he just had a certain look he was going for? But really, when he thought about it, a hood with no sleeves would look silly to most people. But for him, it was mostly about practicality. While he was unaffected by the lightning that would shoot out from, and around his arms, in his experience, his clothes didn't follow the same rules. He began to roll his eyes to himself as he heard the little voice in his head disagree with him. You could probably find some sort of magically enhanced clothing or something, it would just take a little more effort to - Oh my god, shut up I don't care that much.





SO. GETTING CLEAN. With clothes in hand, he turned to Svetlana, ready to follow her, as were others.
 
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Valeiah hurried after all of them after giving her potatoes a heartfelt goodbye. Mostly because Alo dragged her off by the braids. She took them out even before getting into the bath. She held her 'mane' close though so nobody would get a face full of frizzy, curly hair. She had grabbed a brown dress from her bag.
 
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Foxrun hastily snatched up his own change of clothes. Rather than the extremely loose fitting pair of pants he had before, he chose a pair of dark grey straight legged pants, probably a bit tougher to rip up than the others he wore. And a rather simple, navy t-shirt, small laces at the front about halfway down. He frowned for a mere second before shrugging and following the crowd. He really hadn't packed for a trip like this, he never even planned for the trip actually. He made note he would have to likely find some better clothing for the type of journey they had ahead of them. For now though, this would have to do.
 
Thora was beyond excited to take a bath. The dwarven baths she used to take were always so warm and soapy. She usually just bathed in the cool rivers, not that she minded, but this was like a special treat especially since she could only defend herself from so much food and had quite a bit of potato in her hair.


Unfortunately she only came packed with her bow and her arrows. Her juice stained clothing dripped onto the floor. She shrugged as she entered the bathhouse. Perhaps the steam would take the stains out? She never really worried that much about her clothing before. Things had been so much simpler before she joined this journey and began to fight daemons and imps and dark lords and traitorous food fighters.


So she slipped out of her dress and shoes leaving a pile on the floor and slid into the warm waters. A sigh escaped her lips as she sunk in deeper. She no longer worried about her clothes, she's figure that out later
 

Lucasta combed her fingers through her hair, making chunks of food fall from her hair and onto the floor. She shivered at the disgusting sight, and quickly grabbed a change of clothes. She entered the bathhouse and was quickly hit with steam and hot air. She took a deep breath and entered one of the stalls, and started to undress. She waded into the pool and sat down. She sighed of comfort. The water was warm and she suddenly started to feel a lot better than before.





(I WASN'T GETTING NOTIFICATIONS, IM SO SORRY.)
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Alo was moving to go into a certain stall but Valeiah tripped him and went into the one he wanted. Evil.


Alo swore vengeance.
 

Phaedra followed the group to their mixed supplies, carefully rummaging through her belongings so as to be careful not to get random bits of food dislodged off her person on to her possessions (or anybody else's). She liked to be neat and tidy. Delicately picking out a new change of clothes - it was similar to her previous set, just without the coat. It was a loose fitting, low cut shirt that had a very relaxed look to it - nice and airy, not restrictive in movement - and a dark pair of trousers. She figured she would wash the rest of her belongings and hang them to dry later. The air around them lacked moisture considering the arid climate of the desert and it wouldn't be a burden to do so, she thought, as they would be staying in the town for a few days as the caravans were being worked on.

Desperately craving warm, foamy waters to bathe in, she awaited Svetlana to show the way.​
 

When everyone had finished gathering their clothes, Svetlana led them over the bridge toward another set of doors that, aside from the intricate designs engraved into the metal, looked nearly identical to all the others in the canyon walls.


She opened it which led to a large corridor, the sound of steam and flowing water could be heard as the bathhouse was usually constantly at work. They all chose their individual stalls, to be met with a large and deep tub. With quick instructions, Svetlana showed them which gauge to use in order to get the water into the tub, how to control the temperature, and she also showed them the utensils and soap set to the side for their use.


Then she left, eager to get in her own hot bath and soak.


She stayed in her stall for well over two hours. She already looked like a prune, soaking for as long as she did only added to her collection of wrinkles. But she cared very little, for it had been quite some time since she could take a bath so luxuriously. She, of course, made sure to wash herself too and not get distracted by the bubbly comforts.


When she finally got out, she dried herself off with a towel from the rack the dwarves so graciously provided (as she had not even thought to bring one in with her, and did not feel like searching around the corridor in the nude). She grabbed her clean clothes; an amidas-sleeved grey gown with slate blue patchwork. She strapped her rune knife to her side, and after slipping on her leather ankle shoes, she scooped up her food covered clothes and armor and headed out of the sauna of a bathroom. She carried her dirtied cargo towards the gully so she could wash them off, she smiled as she saw the dwarves had left some cleaning instruments and a sort of detergent on the bank for her company. Yaroslav looked as if he had just finished doing his, as his clothes were already draped over the clothes line by the gully, still dripping. She scanned the area to see if she could find him as she knelt down to begin her work. She eventually spotted him at Olaf's smithy, speaking with the obnoxious dwarf while tending to his battle axes. She chuckled, noticing he was wearing a tunic she had knit for him, on top of trousers she had fixed not too long ago after an intense battle he had with a bandit. The silly man was barefoot, not minding the sand between his toes as he strode about the dwarfish encampment.


Hjalmar had finished long before anyone else, despite having been the one who had gone without a proper bath the longest. He enjoyed it at first, but would continually glance over at his bare marked arm, the rune burning into his vision whenever he did. Eventually, the boy got tired of it and decided he was clean enough. He dried his shaggy black hair, and slipped into his only other pair of trousers. He was glad he had his own pair with him, doubting Yaroslav's would make the cut as the big man's burgundy blouse was already far too large for Hjalmar's lithe body. He was forced to roll up the sleeves, which irritated him as this meant his marked arm would show. Granted, it was concealed under layers of gauze, but he didn't want people asking him if he got hurt and if they could heal him. He would have to say no to keep it a secret, and that would make him seem either strange or suspicious, perhaps even both.


He quickly finished cleaning and hanging his clothes, dropping his armor off at the smithy (as Olaf kindly offered to tend it for him), leaving him with not much else to do besides tending to his weapons. He had quite a few, so they should serve distracting enough. He headed towards the gully and sat not too far from the bridge, slipping his feet over the deep bank to dangle. He picked up his short sword, and a whetstone Olaf had let him... borrow... and began his work. His mind was troubled, by many things. First there was Rollo and the boss, he was a walking dead man if he didn't give him a payment soon. And in a place like a desert, he doubted there was anything valuable enough to sell, even with the dwarves vast assortment of trinkets and gadgets. The majority of what they had was cold metal and gears, hardly worth stealing. On top of that, there was also the mark to worry about. He had no idea what it meant, and the fact a stinky pasty daemon gave it to him served no reassurance. He could feel it pulsing in his arm, burning and clawing, which set his teeth on edge.


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Lucasta finished her bathing, and started to dress herself. She wore a sandy colored, plain dress, with a peach colored corset and braided her hair so it would dry wavy. She exited the bath house and went to go clean her clothes. After they were done being cleaned, she hung them up to dry and started to roam the area. She stumbled across a gully and spotted Hjalmar. No one else had finished bathing quite yet, so she decided to go sit beside him.


She approached him and sat beside him. She smiled and said nothing at first, softly swaying her feet. She chuckled at the memory of the scene during the food fight, of her and Hjalmar. "That food fight was really fun, don't you think?" She asked. "I don't ever remember having that much fun."


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Valeiah was overjoyed to sit in a warm bath. She spent most of her time in there just sitting, even almost falling asleep. Then did some quick washing at the end. After that she slipped into a simple brown dress that cut off at her calves and put her hair in a ponytail. If someone wanted to help her braid that absolute mess later, she wouldn't argue.
 
Oceana had taken a hot bath before but she was still suspicious.


Before she even took off her clothes she dipped in one bare toe; It was unbelievably warm and sent a tingle up her back.


"Oh" she sighed, somewhat surprised it wasn't boiling. She was very glad she wouldn't be elf stew anytime soon.


Then with another glance at the stall door to be sure, she peeled off her food spattered under-armor and combed her long, ebony hair with her usual wooden comb, watching with amusement and disgust as food fell all over the floor.


And then, she finally got in the bath, one foot sliding in first and then her whole waist.


The elf maiden let out a groan of satisfaction, feeling all of her tight, aching muscles unwind. She washed her hair vigorously, determined to be free of icky cheese and mashed potato. The


She stayed in the bath for about an hour, until her hands started to get pruned.


Feeling much relieved, she stretched as she air-dryed, feeling her muscles relax even further.


Donning her off-white sleeveless tunic, she tucked it into her long leather trousers and tied them tight around her slim waist; tying them again at the bottom on each leg so they wouldn't flap around loosely.


She scooped up her dirty under-armor and went back out of the main doors to see where Hjalmar and the princess were chatting. The elf raised an amused eyebrow at the thief as she bent down to scrub her clothing, although it didn't take much.


Setting them out to dry, she winked at Hjalmar conspiratorially and strode, bare-foot as always, to the strange dwarven forge that Yaroslav and Olaf occupied.


She watched them both for a while before deciding to ask to borrow a whetstone for her hunting knife.


As she stood there and married stone and blade she hummed the new tune Kacel'la had taught her. She knew it wouldn't do anything but it felt good to hum as she worked.


Father would hum all the time.





She blinked back tears for a moment, somehow less bitter than usual, just sad.


She finished with the whetstone in short order as she always kept all of her things in shape.


Addressing Olaf the Raven-haired elf asked, "I can also help with anything, if I may?" Oceana scrunched her nose a little, nervously.


"I know how to smith. I'd love to learn about dwarven smithing."


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