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Miss Clokwerk	"...This /really/ doesn't look like Tir Taingire. Where are the mother-fragging elves? Hoi. Hooiiii? You still alive back there, Jawbreaker?" Calls out one Miss Clokwerk, elven rigger, decker, and all-around horrible Shadowrunner. She looks into the back of her humvee, where her bleeding human companion has finally fallen silent. She shrugs a bit, stopping the humvee on the lovely impomptu dirt road she's made towards the biggest forest she's seen. Ignorant of her heritage, she's gone by the ages-old fantasy books she's read. Keeping the engine running, she jacks out of the vehicle, senses returning to her meat-body from the euphoria of being a machine. Shiney metallic legs crawl in the back, and soon she simply kicks the corpse of her former ally out. Thunk! Back into the vehicle, and on she drives. Until she's about five feet away from the entrance. That absolutely can't fit a humvee without seriously scratching the paint job. Clokwerk hangs her head low, opens the door, and then orders a trio of flying assault-rifle equipped drones out with a cyberware-enhanced thought. They follow obedient. After locking the car and making a quick call to a Multiversal Towing Service, she enters the woods after grabbing her own Ares-brand assault rifle. "Well. Time to reconnect with my damn roots! HELLLOOOOO TIR TAINGIRE! MISS CLOKWERK'S COME TO VISIT WHERE HER KIND CAME FROM!" She shouts into the woods.
Thranduil	It has not been long since Blurr came into the forest and made a mess of everything, including spooking Thranduil's regal Elk which threw him and caused him to hit his head rather hard and get his clothes rather dirty. There is a small group of guards starting to escort the wounded king back to the Halls, but suddenly something else happens. Thranduil expresses his displeasure by actually letting out a weary sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. "What is it now?" He asks, turning his mount toward the path. He can somehow resist the madness the forest can instill upon a person should they stray from that simple looking stone path. He rides toward the arched entrance, looking at the female as she enters the woods. "I do not remember you being a resident of this forest. Who are you?" He may be dirty and blood stained from it running down his temple, managing not to get it in his pristine hair.
Miss Clokwerk	Turning her head, Clokwerk spies an elf every bit worthy of being the ruler of the place she meant to go to. And atop an elk of all things. Bleeding. The Shadowrunner waves a hand, and her drones pause as she belts out a laugh. "Hoiiiii there! Holy frag, you look like hell chum! Nope! Never set foot in the Tir my friend! And aren't you grand? Always heard the Tir elves were /really/ fancy, but this? You've made this entire trip worth it alread...right! You Tir royalty or something? Sorry, I'm just some city-born elf. So bear with me, huh?" Clokwerk, with a wide grin on her face, bows to Thranduil. "My name's Miss Clokwerk, mercenary, rigger, and drek-hot decker! And guess what? It's your lucky day! Because I've got a Renraku NurseDrone with me back in the humvee. Well? I usually charge, but, I've always wanted to see where I came from. So how about this. I let my drone patch you up, you tell me all about Tir Taingire. What do you say?" She tucks her gun under one arm, holding her hands up. See? Not going to hurt anyone! Clokwerk doesn't look up, but she does frown slightly. One of those flying drones suddenly flits away, rising above the forest canopy to be her eyes in the sky. Slinging her gun over her back with its strap, she pulls out a tablet-like device. Perhaps disturbingly for Thranduil, she yanks a cable from it, and plugs it into the metal interface in her head. One eye closes, and she chuckles. "...Sorry. Thought I heard something. Gonna check it out. Gotta take in the sights, might be some kinda bird or somethin'!"
Thranduil	"Birds do not dwell in this forest except in the uncorrupted places." He watches her with steely blue eyes, his expression not changing. He just stares at her for several moments, then flicks his eyes to the drone. "You would be wise not to wander in these woods. There is a corruption that runs to its very core. The heart of the forest has been stricken with sickness. Those who enter and stray from the path are doomed to die." Thranduil raises a hand partway and the guards fall into line beside him. "You have entered the woodland realm of Mirkwood. I take it you are another Outsider from beyond the lands of Middle Earth. Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Miss Clokwerk	The elven king's words finally hit her, and she stiffens a bit. "Waiiiit, so, this isn't the Tir? Middle Earth? Mirkwood? Awww, frag, knew I shouldn't have trusted Jawbreaker's directions. Uhhh. This is awkward. Haaaah hah hah." She rubs the back of her head. "Sure about that? You've got something flying up there." She questions even as she leaves her left eye's senses to the drone. "Well. I was looking for Tir Taingire, the homeland of the elves on my world. I've found some elves. But not mine, seems like. Just wanted to know where I came from." Here, she actually pouts, suddenly looking years younger. She sighs with dissappointment. "Right! Well. Elves are elves. What's with this corruption business? Anything I can hack or shoot? Like I said. Mercenary." She makes a motion towards her weapon and drones. "I've even got a business card!" Suddenly, bahamut. "OH FRAG A FRAGGING DRAGON KILLIT!" Cue all of those drones suddenly aiming at Bahamut as Clokwerk does the same. Give her a moment after she's fallen on her rear.
Thranduil	Thranduil listens to Clokwerk, though many of her words make no sense to him. Bahamut's presence causes him to stiffen, a slight movement of his prominent eyebrows somehow changing his expression entirely. He does not want to deal with a dragon. He doesn't want to see a dragon, but he must be diplomatic if he is to stay on people's good side. "Noble dragon, I apologise for thinking you were one of the drakes that have attacked our lands. You may enter the forest, but stay on the path or you could go quite mad." To Clokwerk, he tilts his head back and looks her over. "Elves are Elves, are they? There are different Elves around Middle Earth. I am Sindaran, but the Silvan Elves are Nandor in origin. Then there are the High Elves of Rivendell. While we are all connected, we are very different. If you are not hostile, I will allow you passage. Perhaps you may find a new home within our halls."
Miss Clokwerk	Thankfully, Clokwerk doesn't yet fire. The king seems rather calm...and knows the dragon? She shudders. Never a good sign. She laughs nervously, and stands up. "...Really? Different kinds? Chum. I've got some nuyen saved up, and I'm ready for a fragging vacation. Point the way! I'm not stupid enough to turn down a place to lay my head given that freely. Heh. Guess I owe you. Alright, fine. One free job, just...eh, I'll give you the list of people I won't hurt later. For now? Lead the way!" Then, she whispers to the King as she passes. "And for the love of God, man, don't make a deal with a dragon. Ever! Slimey bastards!" Then, she's off towards the forest. Despite Bahamut's words, the elf-woman occasionally stares back at him with a drone, clearly not trusting him. Like a proper shadowrunner. The metal bits don't help, even /if/ she's itching to hack him.
Thranduil	Thranduil looks down at Clokwerk from his horse, giving her a look that reflects that he is unimpressed. "The guards will see to your needs." Then he turns his attention to Bahamut. "Dragons are a plague in our world. They attack the cities and villages without mercy. I spent many years slaying the serpents of the north. The fire drake Smaug has taken over Erebor. His very presence threatens our lands." He makes a motion with his hand to indicate the guards should lower their weapons. "It is not often I venture into these corrupted lands. We have had many outsiders coming through our borders. One of them caused great destruction and chaos. It was a metal giant calling itself Blurr."