"Oh, no, of course not. I deal with apoclayptic scenarios at least twice a month." She said, smiling grimly. The fact it was almost true didn't make it much better.
"If it makes it any better, my full name's October. And yes, before you ask, my mother did actually name me October Daye. So now you know why I go by Toby, which you're going to call me if you want to keep everything under those nice tight pants." Despite--or maybe because of--the situation, Toby grinned as she got up from the floor, setting the broken cup aside.
His quip about powers made her tense for just a second, then she sighed. Given the situation--the rose goblin...thing that was apparnetly something like a machine, the portal that wasn't a Tutha portal, Faerie and the mortal world crumbling...well, she couldn't keep up a human disguise for long, if only just because it would take way too much energy that she'd probably need for something else. "Well, that depends," she said slowly. Then, shoving her hair back behind her ears in a movement that made the sharp smell of copper and cut grass flood the air, she let her human disguise fall. Even in the dim light, a human would have been able to see that her eyes had gone so gray as to be almost white, that dark hair had lightened and developed golden highlights, that her cheekbones were sharper--and her ears pointed like the most stereotypical image of an elf.
"Do you think illusions could come in handy?" she asked, trying to smile even as she was reaching in her pocket for her knife, just in case he freaked out.
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"If it makes it any better, my full name's October. And yes, before you ask, my mother did actually name me October Daye. So now you know why I go by Toby, which you're going to call me if you want to keep everything under those nice tight pants." Despite--or maybe because of--the situation, Toby grinned as she got up from the floor, setting the broken cup aside.
His quip about powers made her tense for just a second, then she sighed. Given the situation--the rose goblin...thing that was apparnetly something like a machine, the portal that wasn't a Tutha portal, Faerie and the mortal world crumbling...well, she couldn't keep up a human disguise for long, if only just because it would take way too much energy that she'd probably need for something else. "Well, that depends," she said slowly. Then, shoving her hair back behind her ears in a movement that made the sharp smell of copper and cut grass flood the air, she let her human disguise fall. Even in the dim light, a human would have been able to see that her eyes had gone so gray as to be almost white, that dark hair had lightened and developed golden highlights, that her cheekbones were sharper--and her ears pointed like the most stereotypical image of an elf.
"Do you think illusions could come in handy?" she asked, trying to smile even as she was reaching in her pocket for her knife, just in case he freaked out.