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Well. This had been a rather interesting turn of events, now, hasn't it? Not long after Seivarden had left the shop yesterday, the goblins finally took their opportunity to snag Amaya, once she was back on the roof and it would be a little harder for her to fight back. Because, with what they'd seen, she was definitely going to fight them back. And she did. She'd been pretty impressed with the pile of them that had accumulated from her tossing them right off the roof as quickly as she shook them off of her. But, unfortuntely, they had numbers on their side. There was just too many of them. Numbers wouldn't be a problem if she'd had the Crumbler, of course, but up here on the roof, there was only so much she could fend off.
And then there was the one who'd found that frying pan...
...the next thing Amaya knew, she'd woke up in her own bed and, for a moment, thought perhaps it was all just a dream. Of course it was. Her bed, stolen, while she was still in it? There was no way that would actually ever happen, that was absurd, she must had just imagined...it...all....
Slowly, Amaya was realizing that she was in her bed, sure, but she was hardly in her bedroom. In fact, she didn't know quite where she was, just that it was underground, subterrainiant, and she was imprisoned in a large (and surprisingl durable, she discovered) cage. With those rock-brained goblins nearby, apparently keeping a watch over her, and getting rather excited when she got up. Excited and...
...oh, zards, yup. No doubt about it, once she was up, those goblins were definitely flirting with her. One seemed to be giggling and making kissy noises and telling her garbled jokes, one looked like he was setting up a romatic sort of picnic dinner, one had even done a portrait of her that she was sure was meant to be flattering if you were a goblin.
Which she was not, nor did she have any interest in being one, despite what these little numbskulls seemed to think was going to happen!
Eventually, though, she exhausted herself out when it came to threats and trying to pull down the bars herself or trying to reach through them and hoping one of them had slipped up and gotten close enough for her to snatch him and demand to be released at the threat of violence, but no such luck. They seemed all too aware of exactly the length of Amaya's reach, and she was going hoarse with her shouting at them, but that only seemed to encourage them, as she realized that they seemed to be attracted to the low, gravelly tone of her voice.
Great.
Just great.
Amaya, glowering, dropped onto the mattress, folding her arms in front of her as she tried to think of some way to get out of this particularly unpleasant jam.
But, on the bright side, at least she found out who stole her bed, right? And she supposed it was sort of considerate of them, really, to include it for her in her cage, though she didn't much appreciate the suggestion that this meant they planned on having her staying long enough that she'd want to be good and comfortable. If only she could just figure out a way how...
[[ LOOK. Goblins stealing Amaya's bed while she's sleeping in it, and then kidnapping her, and then keeping her in a cage and trying to woo her because they're kind of in love with her is CANON, and I am going to continue to USE THE CRAP OUT OF IT. Mostly establishy, although expecting one, and I would certainly not be opposed to any other oubliette buddies who might stumble upon her and want to fight some enamoured goblins! ]]
[[also, I am definitey done spamming you all, I promise ]]
And then there was the one who'd found that frying pan...
...the next thing Amaya knew, she'd woke up in her own bed and, for a moment, thought perhaps it was all just a dream. Of course it was. Her bed, stolen, while she was still in it? There was no way that would actually ever happen, that was absurd, she must had just imagined...it...all....
Slowly, Amaya was realizing that she was in her bed, sure, but she was hardly in her bedroom. In fact, she didn't know quite where she was, just that it was underground, subterrainiant, and she was imprisoned in a large (and surprisingl durable, she discovered) cage. With those rock-brained goblins nearby, apparently keeping a watch over her, and getting rather excited when she got up. Excited and...
...oh, zards, yup. No doubt about it, once she was up, those goblins were definitely flirting with her. One seemed to be giggling and making kissy noises and telling her garbled jokes, one looked like he was setting up a romatic sort of picnic dinner, one had even done a portrait of her that she was sure was meant to be flattering if you were a goblin.
Which she was not, nor did she have any interest in being one, despite what these little numbskulls seemed to think was going to happen!
Eventually, though, she exhausted herself out when it came to threats and trying to pull down the bars herself or trying to reach through them and hoping one of them had slipped up and gotten close enough for her to snatch him and demand to be released at the threat of violence, but no such luck. They seemed all too aware of exactly the length of Amaya's reach, and she was going hoarse with her shouting at them, but that only seemed to encourage them, as she realized that they seemed to be attracted to the low, gravelly tone of her voice.
Great.
Just great.
Amaya, glowering, dropped onto the mattress, folding her arms in front of her as she tried to think of some way to get out of this particularly unpleasant jam.
But, on the bright side, at least she found out who stole her bed, right? And she supposed it was sort of considerate of them, really, to include it for her in her cage, though she didn't much appreciate the suggestion that this meant they planned on having her staying long enough that she'd want to be good and comfortable. If only she could just figure out a way how...
[[ LOOK. Goblins stealing Amaya's bed while she's sleeping in it, and then kidnapping her, and then keeping her in a cage and trying to woo her because they're kind of in love with her is CANON, and I am going to continue to USE THE CRAP OUT OF IT. Mostly establishy, although expecting one, and I would certainly not be opposed to any other oubliette buddies who might stumble upon her and want to fight some enamoured goblins! ]]
[[also, I am definitey done spamming you all, I promise ]]
