were-rabbit on the loose!

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Who: Panne (doesnotplay) and YOU!
Where: All over the grounds of Wonderland
When: August 12th
Rating: PG13
Summary: Having just arrived and highly disoriented, Panne assumes her true form to protect herself while investigating what has happened.

Reminder that Panne has a PERMISSIONS POST regarding her senses and what she's allowed to pick up about your character!

The Story:

As she wakes, the feeling that she is not supposed to be here is immediate. It is not just unease, or a disquieting sense of dread, a but massive, full-blown wrongness that assaults her senses. Her instincts tell her to run, to dig, but she stands her ground. She had just been with the Shepherds, and her loyalty remains true to the Exalt, even in times of great panic. What if those she fights alongside with are in danger as well? No, she has to take action.

Panne takes hold of the Beaststone in her pouch, and transforms.

Now in a more capable body, she assesses her situation. Standing up on her massive back legs and canting the air, she separates the scents around her. Grass. Forest. Ocean. Man-spawn. Many man-spawn, altogether in one place. Other, strange scents she does not recognize.

"Hmm..." she rumbles in her barrel-chest, tilts her ears this way and that, and then runs. In this form, even bigger than a horse, her speed is akin to greased lightning. Occasionally she'll pause to sniff something, or lift her ears to listen to the wind, but only for the slightest moment before sprinting off again.

She gives the Mansion a wide berth, where the man-spawn smells seem to be accumulating. She doesn't dare approach it alone-- for all she knows it could be an enemy fortification. She would not enter without the rest of the Shepherds, whom she trusts to show up eventually. They would not abandon her.

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He can't help but laugh again. He's not terribly surprised that's what she asked for, but it almost echoed his experience with Martha Jones. He'd have to share the story if he found the lovely lady later.

But he then clears his throat, trying to return back to business... which was difficult, since Panne's astonishment was adorable. "Food is safe, Gregor has tested... In exchange for not leaving, mansion gives us anything we please. Gregor experiment with closet... gives forth books, weapons, clothing... almost anything Gregor ask."

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Somewhat hungry and smelling nothing wrong with the food, Panne picks up a large carrot and takes a healthy hunk of a bite. Mmm, raw carrots, her favorite.

"Oh, but I am not staying. Not for all the carrots in the world," she shakes her head and swallows, "nay, you and I are leaving this place forthwith. If there are no more Shepherds here, we will go out and find them, and rejoin the Exalt."

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"...Is big problem." Gregor rubbed the back of his neck. This one he had not proved himself, but it seemed to be the general consensus of the prisoners here. "Magic is cast all across realm. There is... a point."

He glanced at a window, unsure of how to best put this, given his broken way of speaking. "At point... magic barrier prevents escaping. Cannot break. It lets us in, but not out."

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"More magic? I will have to go and see it for myself, then... It is a shame that none of our spellweavers are here with us to have a better look."

Robin would know what to do, for certain. But Panne only seems mildly perturbed about it now-- she will be much more so when she tries to enter the forest for herself later.

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"Gregor will go with Panne to see barrier." There was no ifs and buts about this. He'd finally found a friend, he wasn't letting her out of his sight anytime soon. "Perhaps... we will see more Shepherds."

He then bent over, taking a few handfuls of vegetables. "Gregor will carry snacks. Journey should be interesting!" He bit into a carrot, feeling rather peckish now that they had gone through this ordeal.

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"Fine, if you must," she shrugs. This is her version of tolerance. It's gotten a lot better since her first years among the Shepherds.

It's refreshing to get out of that stale Mansion and feel good dirt between her toes. Panne casually strides towards the woods, seeing as the ocean surrounded them from all other sides, and she wasn't about to swim for Ylisse.

She comes up to the edge of the forest, and then stops. Something definitely isn't right. She toes a tentative foot forward, and is assaulted with a sense of dread she has never felt the likes of before. It sends shivers up her spine, and plants ice in her stomach.

"No. I will not take another step."

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Gregor was about to ask what was wrong - he could see her shivering, so unlike her! - when the same feeling enters his gut. He drops what he's holding, almost doubling over. He'd never felt anything like this before... He couldn't even think to describe it.

Fear, mixed with... With... Don't go in, don't step further, don't, go back, go back, gobackgobackgobackgoback-

He clutched his chest and closed his eyes. "Such... awful magic... Must... we must go back..."

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"If even man-spawn can feel this terrible fear, then I will not dare to try this 'barrier'. We need a proper mage to test it, and nothing less."

She takes a few steps backwards, and crosses her arms.

"Fie. I have crossed forests cursed, but this..."

[soldsword]

He walked in time with her, and instantly the sweat on his forehead stops. He lets out a long sigh of relief, shaking his head as everything clears up. Just what had that been all about?

He wiped his face, and looked at her. "Is no shame in one defeat. Give it time. Surely, Chrom and army looking for Gregor and Panne as we speaking." he then cracked a smile. "Little Ricken still has endless questions to ask!"

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"I should hope our commander isn't expending all his resources looking for two little stray lambs."

Although... She supposes he doesn't call his army the Shepherds for nothing; each one loves every beast in his flock. A smile curls on her lips as she realizes the irony.

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Gregor snorted, eagerly going back into playful mode. It was a rare treat to see Panne smile, after all, so he'd do all in his power to keep it there.

"Why not? Army would fall to pieces without Gregor and Panne! How can victory be winning without such strong warriors? Is impossible."

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"I, perhaps, have left a hole in the lines. However, with the gold now in his pocket with you gone, Chrom could buy himself a new sword to take your place."

"A sword from a smith."

Apply cool water to ye olde burn.

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Gregor placed a hand on his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Oooh... Panne's claws not only part of her that is sharp! Gregor must be much more careful, or he will fall to pieces!"

He then bent over, scooping up the vegetables he had dropped. "Perhaps when Panne is feeling cuddlier, Gregor will return horde of carrots. But now, all for Gregor."

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"You can have them, and keep your cuddles as well. While I am here, I intend to take full advantage of our captor's generosity."

That means all the carrots she could ever want, and then some.