<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>At first it was hard to make out what was going on....a blurry furry something, thrashing and gnashing, and the plant monster roaring a bizarre battle cry of "Feed me, Seymour!" before it was hissing in what might've been pain, then silenced as the central stalk and Venus-fly-trap-esque 'head' fell, sundered through. Around on the fertile soil under the trees now, ripped lengths of green vine and leaves lay in tatters, twitching briefly in alien death throes before laying still.<br/><br/>The vines that'd ensnared Lise were no exception; as they were cut closer to their roots, they slackened and she was freed. She dropped down, grabbing one with her free hand for just a second to swing down and land neatly on her feet even though she'd been strung up inverted.<br/><br/>"Thnnkssss, dtttt wzzzz....." Lise started to speak..or rather, try to. Then she spit out a mouthful of leaf and syrupy sap that'd gotten stuck in there during her original entanglement. "Ahem! Thank you, that was amazing.....hmm, its sap tastes kinda maple-y too, not bad, not bad...but thank goodness you killed it and its bound for the compost heap now. I shudder to think what would've become of me, it looked rather...carnivorous, didn't it. It would've made maple-flavored Lise! Yep, Lise Imu, that's my-"<br/><br/>She'd been surveying the decimated plant mass, looking around the ground. Now, she looked laterally, at her own eye level, and up and up as well...and she realized she were face to face with a ten foot or so man, or were-man who'd transformed from a wolf or something like that...and, well, wolves were naked, so now he was...and being ten feet tall meant that her own face was just about level with....well she wasn't really 'face to face' with him, now was she? No, she was face to-<br/><br/>"Oh! Um...yeah. That's my name. I'm the groundskeeper here. But it looked like the grounds were about to keep me! I'm-"<br/><br/>She looked down at herself. She pinched the sides of her short fairy skirt, and held it up for a moment, assessing it, before letting it flop back down. Her clothes and skin were all gunked up with the maple-syrup-like secretion of the vines. "Oh dear. This smells like pancakes, but it's rather messy and sticky. I'm going to have to wash up or change or something....and you know, you kinda look like you could use a change of...well, is it really called a CHANGE if you don't have any clothes to start with?"<br/><br/>She gulped, throat audibly bobbing. The man was kinda intimidating looking if she thought about it too much. "The stream that irrigates the orchard...I keep some towels and spare clothes and picnic blankets and stuff there for when I'm washing the sweat off and whatnot. The clothes won't fit you, exactly, but maybe you're in the market for like a picnic-blanket kilt or toga type thing, in case you need somethin' to wear before goin' back in..."