Chapter 11: Sand and Stone
OOC: Aargh, I'm so sorry, I completely missed the last post! I updated my hitpoints, then I don't know what happened. D: I've got to do something good to make up for it, but I've been rolling so atrociously. I hope you don't mind something right out of left field. ;)
Struck in the thigh, Penny swore and shouted and stumbled lost through the smoke, delirious and desperate, calling on God or the Great Mother to aid them in this time of their greatest need. The heroes were grievously wounded, the Daughter of Iblis was about to destroy them, Belial was about to have the Seal of Solomon itself and win the world. Surely a miracle would be not uncalled-for right now? But all she got was a rain of arrows and bullets and fire, and a stray Norse god, pacing and balling his fists uselessly. Were all the myths just made up? He wouldn't aid them, even now; he'd made that perfectly clear. Yet he was not without tricks. How could she beseech a trickster god for aid? How could she defeat Yasmin and her tribe of bewitched Bedouin? What in the world could she do?
What Penny did... was sing.
'You might think I'm a funny-looking feller.
Well, you ought to see my old wife, Isabella.
She's got a face just like a bushel basket
And walks like a prize pig up in a market.'
Penny sang, loudly and badly but with as much heart as she could muster, a bawdy music hall tune from a new fellow known as Harry Champion. And she wasn't even tipsy with wine or absinthe!
'Took her out with the kids one day.
Told her to make up smart.
She went and got her mother's crinoline
And at first did please my heart,
For I felt proud of my 'Old Dutch Clock'.
Till out in the street we got
And she couldn't walk in the funny crinoline
So right in the roadway shot.'
She'd gone on and on, and she even raised her cane and danced a jig. And now she hit the key line, flinging her arms wide, raising the volume and adding extra emphasis.
'When the wind blew it out, blew it out, blew it out.
There came a puff of wind and blew it out.'
She was praying for wind, to drive the stinging smoke away and send the flying arrows astray. And how else would she beg the attention of a trickster god like Loki? He was no weather god, it was no direct aid for them or against Yasmin, but a small and amusing trick that spoiled both of them should be right up his alley. She'd showed him the loophole, out-tricked the trickster. And she kept the last verse for afterward.
OOC: Oh, so now I roll well!
20:13, Today: Penny Dreadful rolled 17 using 1d20-1. perform: sing.
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