[party post] she climbed backwards out her window into outside over there.

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Once upon a time, there was an alternate city of Chicago, the lovely people residing in it, and many Rifts placing these people into various different predicaments, spanning from the humorous to the perplexing to the utterly heartbreaking. Wondrous different people, of all shapes and sizes. So it has been, and so it will be, for years and lifetimes

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[handswillwork]

Abby is wandering, mulling over her latest task, when she stumbles on the crowd of adoring followers. First she makes her way into it out of curiosity and a vague hope for distraction. Then she makes her way deeper into it when she realizes what's going on, and she has the strong desire to laugh.

She should have know none of the tasks would be impossible, but this? This is a little ridiculous. Get told to fetch three hairs from a lion's mane, run into a talking lion with followers less than an hour later

[allegorylion]

Sonny did not expect to gather such a large group of followers, but he is not going to complain and he knows that convincing them all that he is not Aslan would not go well for him. It would not result on any of them believing him so he's not about to convince them otherwise at the moment.

He might as well enjoy it, right? It's not everyday a bunch of people think that you are worthy of being worshiped.

"Hello," responds the booming, echoing voice.

The lion looks at her with quiet interest. The followers are spaced out around him so there is room between him and the nearest person.

"...what favor do you ask of me?"

He has to be careful with all these people watching. They might want a favor of their own, but if she's willing to do one in turn, it could convince anyone else to keep from jumping up. Most of them would be willing to do something for him without anything in return.

[handswillwork]

Abby is not a shy person. She is about as far from being shy as it is possible to be. But that voice brings out whatever reserves of shyness are in her. It's not a fear thing -- although being face-to-face with a lion does leave her slightly unsettled, and her shoulders twitch with the sudden desire to let her wings out when he addresses her -- but maybe more of an awareness thing.

She can't explain the reaction; all she knows is that she is more aware of her words than she's ever really been before.

"I need -- hairs. From your mane. I -- It's not for me," she adds, and laughs suddenly as she realizes that she sounds utterly ridiculous. "It doesn't even have to be you particularly, if you know another lion running around Chicago. But I -- I promised someone I'd find it for them."

[allegorylion]

The lion stares at her for a long time, and it's almost like he is deliberating and in a way, he is. Because that is honestly the strangest request that he could think anyone would make of him.

He doesn't even know what he thought she'd ask. Advice, a question, come scare this person that is threatening me. This? It was far out of his realm of understanding.

"...why did you promise someone to find them lion hair?"

And it seems so odd to him, interesting too.

"What do they want in return?"

[handswillwork]

"I... I've been doing her favors," she explains uncertainly. "She's not -- She's a faerie. I don't know why she needs a lot of the things she asks me for, but I guess she has her reasons and she -- she's done a lot for me and I know she won't get angry if there's something I won't do but I want to help her and I don't want to make her think I can't do it and stop helping me."

It all comes out in a rush, over-explaining in one quick burst.

[allegorylion]

Sonny stares at her for a long moment as he tries to take it all in.

"What has she done for you?"

It's not really asked with judgement but curiosity more than anything else.

He doesn't trust random faeries, not in Chicago and he wouldn't want anyone getting more trouble than they bargained for, not that there's much he can do as a lion.

All of his resources belong to the demon version of him. He doesn't think they'd react to the lion except to run in fear.

[handswillwork]

"She blessed my family. Gave us luck. And -- and she's healing people, for the things I do for her. If I keep doing tasks, she'll keep healing people in return. She can do a lot and I -- I can't do as much as she can on my own."

She bites her lip and looks down at her feet for a moment, taking a breath. It's not that she minds admitting it -- she knows she's not the strongest, knows how little she can do on her own, but it feels like there should be more she can do.

Well. Now she's found the way to make that happen.

[allegorylion]

If a lion could frown, this lion would be frowning right about now. Sonny doesn't really think this sounds very good at all, but he's not the trusting sort in the least.

"That's really fff-"

Can't curse still. It annoys the fuck out of him considering he curses every other word.

"That's... something. Luck is a little on the random side, how can you cash in luck?"

Never mind, it isn't his problem here, but he can see all the ways that this could turn out badly.

"So... that's all you need from me?"

[handswillwork]

"Good luck can be a pretty big help," she points out, a little bit of a grin forming. Especially in her family's line of work.

It probably doesn't help that Abby is damn near the definition of 'the trusting sort'.

"Yes?" She hadn't actually meant for it to be a question, and she blinks and shakes her head. "Yes. I think so."

[allegorylion]

"No, not really. You can't measure it so there is no way of telling if something is happening on its own or not. Because you've agreed to help and have this deal, things that would have happened anyway... might have happened without this deal, but your perception will lead you to attaching it to the deal."

Sonny shakes his head. No, it wouldn't help if she was the trusting sort.

Finlly, he nods, shaking his head. "Then take it but be careful." Not with him but with where she's getting 'help' from.