This wasn't right. None of this was right. Razz was sure of it. She remembered being here. Having her shop, living her life in relative peace.
But she also remembered different things. The Whispering Woods. Her little hut. Swift Wind; a Pegasus, not a man with wings. And perhaps most of all... "Mara! And Adora!"
She immediately swung into gear, though what gear might not be exactly clear to anyone observing. She grabbed an old canvas rucksack and began searching through the various items in her shops back room, tossing some aside and stuffing others into the bag. She then headed out into the shop itself and proceeded to do the same thing with some of the merchandise on display. This time, if she heard the little bell above the door jingle, she barely looked up. "Sorry, dearie, no time to chat today! Razz is in the wrong place! She needs to get back to Etheria!"
Day 7- Let Loose
Well this could hardly be called a fair fight. Razz was facing down one of the twisted, shifting monsters. "RAZ-ZLE DAZ-ZLE!", she shouted, punctuating each syllable by whacking the monster with her broom. Unfortunately, it was about as effective as one would think an old woman hitting such a creature with a broom would be. The creature was being kept at arm's length for the moment, if only by sheer confusion, but the length of its arms- and other appendages- could change at a moment's notice. Razz could probably use some help.
Day 8- Crumbling
Razz hurried along, following a group of people who were being forced to evacuate to the city center, though it wasn't clear if she was really part of it. "Oh dear...", she said to herself. "Razz couldn't do anything to help before, and now it's happening here too. No Mara and no Adora either." But no, that was a good thing. It meant that Adora was still on Etheria, keeping it safe. Just like Mara had.
She knew there were people trying to help. She'd seen them around, and maybe they'd seen her too. But she didn't know where to find them. And didn't know if they'd pay any mind to a strange old lady. Still, she had to do something! And soon. The magic holding this world together was rapidly unraveling around them.
Wildcard
(OOC: A wild Razz appears! Want to do anything else with her, here you go. :3)
Madame Razz | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | 4th Wall | OTA
This wasn't right. None of this was right. Razz was sure of it. She remembered being here. Having her shop, living her life in relative peace.
But she also remembered different things. The Whispering Woods. Her little hut. Swift Wind; a Pegasus, not a man with wings. And perhaps most of all... "Mara! And Adora!"
She immediately swung into gear, though what gear might not be exactly clear to anyone observing. She grabbed an old canvas rucksack and began searching through the various items in her shops back room, tossing some aside and stuffing others into the bag. She then headed out into the shop itself and proceeded to do the same thing with some of the merchandise on display. This time, if she heard the little bell above the door jingle, she barely looked up. "Sorry, dearie, no time to chat today! Razz is in the wrong place! She needs to get back to Etheria!"
Day 7- Let Loose
Well this could hardly be called a fair fight. Razz was facing down one of the twisted, shifting monsters. "RAZ-ZLE DAZ-ZLE!", she shouted, punctuating each syllable by whacking the monster with her broom. Unfortunately, it was about as effective as one would think an old woman hitting such a creature with a broom would be. The creature was being kept at arm's length for the moment, if only by sheer confusion, but the length of its arms- and other appendages- could change at a moment's notice. Razz could probably use some help.
Day 8- Crumbling
Razz hurried along, following a group of people who were being forced to evacuate to the city center, though it wasn't clear if she was really part of it. "Oh dear...", she said to herself. "Razz couldn't do anything to help before, and now it's happening here too. No Mara and no Adora either." But no, that was a good thing. It meant that Adora was still on Etheria, keeping it safe. Just like Mara had.
She knew there were people trying to help. She'd seen them around, and maybe they'd seen her too. But she didn't know where to find them. And didn't know if they'd pay any mind to a strange old lady. Still, she had to do something! And soon. The magic holding this world together was rapidly unraveling around them.
Wildcard
(OOC: A wild Razz appears! Want to do anything else with her, here you go. :3)