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[themistress]

[Mistress has a falcon.

More specifically, she has a falcon that's capable of killing with its eyes.

Now, it's true that she had gotten frustrated with the thing in her own world, and given it away. But it was still decent entertainment, since she didn't exactly have punishments to enact in Paradisa, not ones that the falcon could interfere with.

So she wished her falcon back to her. And now? Now she's hunting. All over the castle.

Her bait is gnomes. Gnomes that she has released all over the castle. A loud cry goes out.]

KILL!

[And then there's a falcon shriek and a zapping noise. But this isn't an open field, so the falcon will eventually have to fly if it wants to kill all the gnomes.]


[ ooc: KILLING FALCON ON YOUR FLOOR/IN THE KITCHEN/AROUND THE CASTLE! But thanks to the castle, it's not capable of giving residents anything stronger than a mild tingle. Also that link is SFW as long as you don't go to any other pages]

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[livinglavidaloki]

... [It probably won't take him long to notice her running about, or the falcon. While the pair is attention catching enough, he's more disturbed by the gnomes, a creature he was unfamiliar with. One of which manages to run right past him while attempting to escape. He'll just watch them with interest for now.]

[themistress]

[The falcon swoops down from around the corner, and emits a beam of sharp light from its eyes. Mistress catches up just as the gnome crackles and burns to ash, and the falcon settles down on her glove.]

Good falcon! You see, it's not so hard to actually fly, is it?

[livinglavidaloki]

[He looks from the bird to the woman, a little amused.] An interesting falcon. Don't tell me the castle just gives these out, now? [He glances back to the ashes.] Are the small creatures native?

[themistress]

I wished for it -- it's mine from my kingdom. And no, I wished for the gnomes too, although there could be some hiding out in the shrubbery. I wouldn't really know.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny's in the kitchen, just sort of staring dully at this gnome that is staring back at her as it sits on the counter.

Casually sipping a beer. Like you do.]

[themistress]

[ALL! OF! A! SUDDEN!!!!!!

A falcon soars through the doorway and fries that gnome to a crisp. With its eyes.

What do, Jenny?]

[20thcentury]

[WELL THAT'S NEW................]

What in -- ?!

[themistress]

[Mistress rounds the corner shortly, and the falcon returns to her. She eyes the pile of ash left by the gnome, then speaks to the falcon.]

You know, it really wouldn't kill you to try actual hunting.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

What the hell?

[Wash was just leaving his room to run into the indoor falcon hunting.]

[themistress]

[The falcon flies by, shrieking as it tracks a gnome. Mistress shortly follows, only to pause and beam.]

Ah, Washington. Care to join in the hunt?

[20thcentury]

[Wow, so many things to comment on ...

Where should she start ..........]

You're doing that indoors?

[themistress]

[OH HEY. Mistress turns her attention to this woman.]

If I do it outdoors in the open, he doesn't fly at all. He's very lazy.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny just kind of ... edges away from the ash that was previously a gnome ...]

Alright, why are you doing that in the first place?

[themistress]

Why not?

[20thcentury]

It seems a bit needlessly destructive, yeah?

[themistress]

No. The only things being destroyed are the gnomes.

[20thcentury]

Just not a fan of gnomes?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hunting like that isn't exactly to my tastes, Mistress.

It's definitely interesting...

[themistress]

They're like rats, only bigger.

[themistress]

Oh, come now. Surely even you can enjoy a gnome being charred to ash!

[20thcentury]

And it was sitting on the counter. Urgh. [frowning at dat ash pile ... unsanitary!]

[themistress]

Yes, it'd probably be wise to wipe that down.

[20thcentury]

Well, give us a hand then, would you?

[Moseys over to the sink and peeks under it for like a dustpan or something. Handy!]

[themistress]

[Mistress just... stares blankly. She doesn't know how to clean! She can... blast the countertop away? Does this woman want that? Hmmm.]

[20thcentury]

[Oh dear.

Jenny smiles at that look, and beckons her over.] I'll teach you. Come.