Lost Eidolons

It's an unseasonably warm afternoon in Greyhook, and the sun filters in through the glass doors of Landry's. For once, everything seems fine until...

Just outside, there is a shout followed by a loud shriek.

"WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BELOVED DOCTOR?!" Molly bellows, having backed a gentleman against a wall on the porch with what looks like a tuning fork attached to a wire. Small sparks arc between the prongs.

Dr. Sinclair is pinned against the wall. his hands are above his head. most of the people in the tavern heard a yelp from him. "AHHH MOLLYITSMESINCLAIR." He screamed very fast " IGOTAHAIRCUTSOPLEASEDONTTAZEME"

"AN IMPOSTER WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Molly shouts back, continuing to threaten him with her 'tuning fork', not backing down so easily.

takes a deep breath " molly, its me Neil. im telling you the truth. ask me anything .....pleas dont taze me" sweat starts to form on his brow. and every time molly swings her weapon. he flinches

Molly holds the fork up for another moment with narrowed eyes, then lowers it. "Oh." She grins. "Hi!" she says, without ceremony. "Someone snuck into your bed and cut all your hair off. You might want to check your locks."

a sigh of relief washes over the doctor. "whoooo, scared the crap out of me." he said as he sits down on a near by bench "i just got it cut the other day. need to get the wilderness out and look dashing for you. you like"

"Dashing, hm," she says thoughtfully without really answering. She flicks his bangs out of his face and surveys the barber's work like one might critique a work of art. As some other thought crosses her mind, she grins slyly, "Scared the crap out of you, eh? Just keepin' you on your toes." With that, she taps him once on the nose with a patronizing finger and walks inside.

After watching her targets' shenanigans, L.O.R.E. captures a shot and makes a quiet mental record of Dr. Sinclair's 'look/change/' before approaching him, tome in hands.

"You know, Doctor Sinclair sir, if you really wanted a change, why did you not ask Diskordia for one? It seems the being is skilled in that regard."

There was screaming.

Deadbolt grabbed his rifle and ran out of the door of the tavern, chambering a bullet. As he exited he saw Molly threatening Sinclair and yelling about his hair. Once things calmed down he put the safety on the gun and listened.

"Wait a second," he interrupted. "Doctor, your name is Neil?! BWAHAHAHAHAA humans." And he went back inside.

Before Emily knew what she was doing, she had already chambered and aimed her pistol. Having seen what Molly was up to, she simply laughed and nodded her head in approval. With a slight condescending tsk, tsk, tsk, she makes a comment to the good doctor:

"You should know better than to make any sudden moves, [i]Neil.[i] I hope you know you will only be that to me now. Also, what did I tell you about upsetting my best friend?"

She then cocks the pistol and does not lower it. She is smiling, though, so she is probably not serious.