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121.25 | 2020-08-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*As the two enter the canteen, she looks around idly, simply taking in the look of the room. Of course, the look wasn't the main thing that took her attention, it was the smells! The savory aroma of cooked meats and breads filled her nostrils.*\n\n*Of course, the room also smelled of sweat and dirt, likely from recent training.*\n\n*Upon hearing Sirdan's questions of her eating preferences, she was visibly taken off guard.* \"I... Um... I don't have much preference with food.\" *She tried to put it as eloquently as possible, attempting to mask the fact that she hadn't been asked anything like that before.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*By this point, Neia's nose might've gotten used to the smell of sweat and dirt already. The canteen is definitely not the cleanest, but hygienically acceptable (for a medieval setting). Besides, it seems like the guild have a janitor or two at hand to clean up indoor space. \n\nShe could smell multiple savoury stew being cooked in the kitchen. One seems to be made out of imported chili.*\n\n\"Well, treat's on me for first day of training. I'll see if I can make something to impress. Want to learn how to cook? Might get your dress dirty though.\" *He offered. Truth be told, he isn't really after the money anymore - the experience of teaching seems better. Besides, Sirdan's a simple man, and this elf is quite attractive..*"
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She looks down at her robes. It would truly be a shame if she got them stained. She would have to be careful.*\n\n\"...How much would cooking lessons cost? It would certainly be a useful skill to have.\"\n\n*Worst case scenario, she could simply get her robes washed. She reaches towards a coin pouch on her side, beginning to undo the knot holding it closed.*\n\n\"I'm sure I've enough for a lesson or a few.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Free for today, take it as a token of goodwill from me - Wait, actually, no, how about 5 copper to cover your portion of the food? Or maybe 1 silver if you want something really meaty and delicious for today?\" \n\n*He glanced at her coin pouch instinctively, and then returned to her eyes.*\n\n\"I'm just cooking the same thing for you and I. You feel hungry?\""
}
] | 115.5 | 485 |
140.25 | 2020-08-20 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She watches as Sirdan assembles all the ingredients. She is awestruck with the various smells that emerge as he prepares and adds the ingredients to the stew.*\n\n*As he hands her the stew and rice, she looks at it in wonder.* \"I... If I had known I could get *This* For a mere silver, I would have sought you out a long, *Long* Time ago.\" *She hardly hesitates a moment more before she digs in, attempting in vain to savor each bite. Before long, she had finished the entire bowl. Looking to Sirdan, she simply says,* \"That... Was possibly the best meal I've had in my life...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan got on with his cooking, concentrating on the task at hand. But he glanced over at Neia every minute or two, always returning to his cooking with a more confident - and perhaps cocky smile. He seeks approval - and he got plenty.*\n\n*Sirdan's smile widened, moving his eyes too,*\"Mere silver... That's no pocket change, lady.\" *He chuckled. How out of touch, he thought. He enjoyed the food in front of her, trying to keep his manner - only to have Neia finishes the dish before he does,*\"For a rich lady like you, I'm surprised you didn't have better food - Just what happened?\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She seemed hesitant to answer.* \"Well, growing up, I had mostly eaten porridge and fish. My... Err... *'father'* Believed anything more was excessive, and a waste of time, effort, and money.\" *She had said 'father' with an odd inflection.* \"He said there were more useful things to spend money on... And most of those things were either books or writing materials...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He pushed the dirty dishes asides, then took his mug of cold beer and drank from it, gulping loudly,*\"That's an interesting father figure you have... Someone of your status deserves better food. It is a wonderful thing. Books and writing are great, but only if they lead you to the other enjoyment in life.\" *He said, then took another long gulp from his mug,*\"I remember when I was a wee little kid, ten years old, and one of my cousin got married. We were brought to a feast to celebrate, my cousin's parent cooked up boiled beef, and then served oiled tea and bread they bought from the settled people - was very delicious, I dipped them in the meat juice.\" \n\n\"Then I was introduced to the civilized world - oh, so fancy, so many way of cooking, they added spices! They don't even boil their meat! It was... Insane. Insanely delicious.\""
}
] | 140.5 | 561 |
155.846154 | 2020-08-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She places her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands. She attempts to listen to his story, but she slowly begins drifting into her own thoughts. She begins to stare off for a moment, before quickly snapping herself out of it. She'd prefer to spend her time in the present rather than the past.*\n\n*By the time she snaps back, he had finished his story. She quickly thinks of some response to give, trying to be as polite as she can,* \n\n\"I see...\"\n\n*It was her best attempt to sound like she had been listening to what he had said, and was hopefully convincing enough.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan noticed his new pupil drifting off into thoughts. He continued giving the speech anyway, not wanting to show he noticed. \n\n He gave her a re-assuring smile once she snapped back into reality.*\n\n\"Welcome back. Sorry for boring you with my story - Anyway, what should we do now? You... Haven't shown me much of your own skills, funnily enough - Are you a mage? Would you care to demonstrate your spells to me?\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*As he asked to see her spells, the corners of her mouth turned up into a repressed smile. Attempting to hide her excitement, she simply nods.* \"If that's what you think we should do next.\" \n\n*She stands up from the table, expecting Sirdan would do the same.* \"Shall we head to the training field?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan walked out to the training field, projecting a Magic Shield in front of him, and then kneeled down to ensure his entire profile is covered by it.*\n\n\"Well... For some spells, I suppose you could test on this one - though I'm not too inclined to take unnecessary hits. You could use a training dummy, but if it involves fire, we'll have to pay quite a bit. Or I suppose I could use my summons, if burning men alive is your thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*Walking onto the field, she stands roughly ten meters away from him. She cracks her knuckles, getting herself prepared for her spellcasting.*\n\n*As Sirdan deployed his magical shield, she seemed hesitant.* \"Um, how strong is that barrier? I don't want to fire at you unless you were certain your barrier could hold.\"\n\n*She thought for a moment.* \"Or, perhaps I could conjure a barrier of my own and use it as practice? Then nobody would have to stand behind it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I'd reckon pretty strong, could probably eat two arrows, perhaps.\" *Sirdan said with a bit of uncertainty, and then looked at her.*\n\n\"You know - If you don't mind, perhaps you could tell me what spell you have? I could also conjure a servant... The scene would be uhm, gruesome as you'd be doing live target practice - but it ensures ehhh... No actual person is harmed.\"\n\n*He looked up at the sky, it was still in the afternoon,*\"Won't be too much problem if they heard a summon scream, I think.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She thought for a moment.* \"I don't particularly like the idea of impaling *Anyone* At the moment...\"\n\n\"And to answer your question, my primary offensive spell fires a single javelin, but I can also conjure a bola and create a barrier, and I've been trying to figure out how to tie elemental enhancements onto my spells... With little progress...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf felt his life flashes before him for a moment, and stood up, canceling the magical barrier.*\n\n\"Yes, I'm inclined to agree. A single javelin... Yes, I do not feel like dying today either. Perhaps I should learn to conjure a wooden target or a wooden dummy for the sake of this kind of... Target practice, with less gut-wrenching things to watch for.\" \n\n*He took his time summoning three servants with his cards, and then ordered them to help him move all the targets from the side, setting up a range,*\"Why don't you show off the javelin at the target, and the bola on the servant? A -, start running\"\n\nOne of the servant started running around in circle in front of her, with a wall as backdrop in case the bola flies astray."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She moves her left hand in front of her, conjuring a book out of thin air! The cover is entirely without text or decoration, as though it were a simple personal journal. Holding it open, she quickly forward a few pages, before stopping on the page she needs.*\n\n*She raises her right arm, her hand, almost reminiscent to someone attempting to get the attention of a schoolteacher. After a short moment, a sigil appears floating in midair beside her hand. The sigil glows faintly purple, and bears three odd runes in the middle of it. After a short delay, a translucent, purple spear forms of arcane energy. She moves her hand forward, motioning for it to fly at the target, the sigil disappearing as it leaves. It sticks into the target, barely a centimeter or two away from the center. The spear disappears after a moment.*\n\n*After a short pause, she flips forward a few pages in the journal, turning towards the servant told to run in a circle. She places both palms together, sigils forming in front of each palm. These sigils are different from the previous sigil, only bearing two runes. As she moves her hands apart, the sigils follow her hands, leaving a coiled rope in the space between them. Both ends of the rope has an iron ball, roughly the size of one's fist. After the rope is fully formed, she moves her hands away, the sigils disappearing. She puts one hand pointing at the rope, as a sigil forms in front of her palm, only bearing a single rune. The rope then launches forward, flying towards the servant's legs. If the rope hits the legs, it wraps around them, the iron balls on either end pulling together as if attracted to each other.*\n\n*After demonstrating both spells, she turns towards Sirdan, expecting his reaction.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan stood idly, staring at Neia for a brief moment. Then, his eyes shifted toward the book in her hands. His wide, black, irises followed the pages flipping, like a bewildered child.\n\nThe elfchild's eyes studiously examined the sigil, trying to decipher it. The sigil faded away before he finished, to his disappointment. He snapped his sight to the target, clapping mechanically and nodding in approval.\n\n\"Well done.\"\n\n*Soon, the elf's attention turned back to the mage, who is now flipping her book again. He continued paying attention, the novelty of her bookcasting haven't faded on him yet. \n\nThe bola flew toward the servant. The rope hit the servant right on the legs, with the bola wrapping around and tripping them immediately. The servant fell onto the ground, holding himself up with his hands, while letting out a comedically loud,*\"Ow!\"\n\n\"Nicely done, Neia. What else you have in your arsenal?\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She thinks for a moment.* \"I can also make a barrier — one similar in function to your own, only it's stationary. It also allows my javelins to pass through my side of it without interruption.\" *She flips forward a few more pages in her book, before asking,* \"Would you like me to demonstrate?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Sure. Why not.\" *Sirdan shrugged, and have his servant set up more targets in front of her. He walked besides her with the servants, waiting for her to demonstrate her last spell*\n\n\"Try shooting through it at the target, and then against it with a backdrop behind.\"\n\n*While he waited, he asked another question*\n\"You reckon you are ready to see blood or have your first fight or two?\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She puts her right arm in front of her, palm facing towards the ground. A large, purple sigil appears on the ground beneath her, bearing two runes on it. It glides across the ground, stopping just in front of her. A moment after it stops, a large, rectangular barrier springs up from the sigil, the sigil disappearing as the barrier appears.*\n\n*She then raises her hand, preparing to conjure a spear once more. The rune appears, the spear launches, and the rune disappears. The spear passes through the barrier without difficulty, leaving very subtle ripples on its surface. The spear strikes the target, once again mere centimeters away from the center, before it disappears.*\n\n\"And now to demonstrate the strength...\"\n\n*She dispels the barrier, allowing it to fade away. She then conjures a new barrier, this one in front of the target, with the active side facing towards her. She fires a spear yet again, this time the spear strikes the barrier. The spear loses almost all its momentum, deflecting slightly to the side, but not fast nor far enough to hurt anyone. The spear disappears shortly after landing on the ground.*\n\n*After demonstrating the power of her barrier, she dispels it. Taking deep breaths, she takes a moment to rest, placing her hands on her knees.*\n\n*In response to his question, she thinks for a moment.* \"I suppose if you think I am.\" *She then realizes that she always gives the same response to his questions.* \"Err, I mean... Yes. I'm sure my abilities are enough to allow me to prevail, were combat necessary. And with you there...\" *She doesn't finish her sentence, as if she didn't know where she was taking that thought.*\n\n*She then asks a question of her own:* \"So... You must have seen plenty of spellcasting in your time adventuring, yes? Tell me... How does mine compare to what you've seen before? In what aspects would you recommend I improve, and what would you say are my strengths and weaknesses?\""
}
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199.714286 | 2020-08-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Overwhelming. Flashy. Rune... Y?\n\nSirdan blinked and blinked again as she demonstrated her spells. Her spellcasting looked orthodox - powerful, and full of symbology. It was a remarkably different line of magic from his own. His own magic was after all, much more... Practically oriented - and quicker. At least that's what he thought.*\n\n\"A visual feast.\" *He commented, before realizing Neia's spellcast was in fact, just as fast as his own. His eyes were simply captivated by those strange new shape, and his own sense of time distorted.* \"Good, your barrier works.\"\n\n*Sirdan inched back in reflex when the spear was deflected, and then walked over to Neia as she spoke,*\"No, I mean, are you ready to see people bleed, guts spilling up - the gore and blood of combat? I'm sure I can protect you. Or at least I'll do my best to, but I'd recommend we start with easier quest.\" \n\n*He offered his hand to her,*\"Let's check out the quest board - wait, actually, this is inappropriate.\" *He retracted his hand, but slowly enough for her to interrupt him.*\n\n*Whether she accept or not, he'd lead her to the quest board, while answering her question,*\"Surprisingly, I haven't seen too many spellcasting. Getting in fight is a mighty dangerous business, and in my whole career I'd reckon I killed less than ten men total. Most of them... I try to subdue and capture alive. As for your question... Give me some time.\"\n\n*Sirdan arrived at the quest board, tracing his finger over some of the easier quests. Things like subduing birds or subduing men or escorting a cart.*\n\n\"Your magic lacks the ability to compensate for your weaknesses. Barrier is great, but it can only protect an area. Learning to protect yourself with a shield like mine would be great. You have the javelin, but nothing to stop a man in full armour - like me, charging you down. Your bola is great, but your body weak. So you can trip a man but cannot restrain him, forcing you to kill them on the spot.\"\n\n\"I think you should learn how to summon - to project an ideal version or a warrior or two, that will compensate for your weaknesses. And perhaps, learn the deadly art of... Flame magic. I shudder when I think of fire magic. Because I was on the receiving end of two... Long story.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*As a hand was offered to her, she didn't hesitate to take it. She thought it only polite — someone offers you a hand, you take it.*\n\n*As he gave his suggestions to her magic, she nodded, listening to all his advice.* \"I have been attempting to harness the powers of elemental fire and elemental lightning, but... It's far harder than I thought it would be...\" *She took a moment to try to explain.* \"It would be easier for a soul magi, because they simply *Will* The flame into existence. My magic, however, is far different from soul magic. It's not simply a 'mind over matter' kind of magic, it's a delicate equation. I cannot simply create fire simply because I want it, I must decipher what exactly *Is* Fire, what it's made of, and how to replicate it in the form of a spell...\"\n\n\"But I won't give up simply because it's difficult.\"\n\n*She then took a moment to think about summons.* \"In truth, I had never given summoning much thought... A summoning sigil can't be simple, but it may be worth the effort. Strength is more easily found in numbers, after all.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan took her hand happily. Though she is unaware, he was secretly elated about handholding. \n\n*He traced his hand over to a quest talking about rounding up rowdy bird, plus another about escorting cart,*\"Not many suitable for your skills - I'll have you do the hard work and mainly act as extra muscles and backup, so you can learn how to fight well.\" *Sirdan said, after listening to her explanation,*\"Mmm... I am not too well versed in the magical theory. A lot of my magic seems a bit... Innate. A projection of my sheer will, my sheer will to throw a dart and hurt someone, to run away, to survive, to heal, to fight with my companions. It seems to flow in a different way from you. Perhaps I'm one of those... Soul Magi.\"\n\n*He turned back to her,*\"It might be easier for you than fire or lightning - and a summon or three would greatly compensate for your weaknesses.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Well, did you *Learn* Your magic, or did it simply manifest one day? I believe the distinction is how you gained your magical abilities... Though, a theory is sure to be proven incorrect eventually.\" \n\n*She thought for a moment about summoning.* \"Hmm... I had been thinking about how to keep someone away from me... Perhaps the best way to do so is to occupy them with a summon or two. Besides, having an extra pair of hands would certainly help turn the tide if I find myself outnumbered.\"\n\n*She took a look at the quest board.* \"So, what type of quest would you recommend?\" *She looks at the cart protection quest.* \"A simple protection job can't be difficult — from my understanding, guards are mostly to scare off potential highwaymen, rather than actually fighting them.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I learned it, from lessons in New Sunlight, but a lot of them were also trained and came by to me, I guess?\" *Sirdan answered.*\n\n\"And an extra pair of hands is great for luxury too. Come over here.\" *He said to one summoned servant, who obediently walked behind him and started giving one of his arm a massage,*\"Like this. It is quite a life, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Mmm... A simple cart protection job. Sounds good. I'll follow along with my soldiers - potentially enough to scare away any highwayman, I suppose.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She watches as the servant does as commanded, thinking for a moment. Her face bares an odd expression, as if she were put off by the thought of having a personal servant.* \"I cannot deny the tactical advantages of outnumbering your opponent. And had I any excess supplies, an extra person to share the load would be useful.\"\n\n*She looks back to the cart protection job.* \"So, are we decided?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Yes, we're decided.\" *He pointed at the poster and tugged Neia away to the registrant*\n\n\"Let's go! This lady and I here would like to take on an easy cart escort job, could you help?\""
}
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234.875 | 2020-08-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "*The wind blows over a field in Salvainia, bordered with a forest in the left, and a road on all other sides. Small forms seem to be tumbling around the field just as a toddler would.*"
},
{
"author": "Sylvar Cramorn * The Icy Musician",
"message": "*It's a rather picturesque scene, if Sylvar could say himself. Not one that he'd prefer to be in, given the circumstances of his arrival, however one even he could appreciate himself. Clad in leather riding gear, accented with black boots and finished with a cream toned silk cape, the elf seemed out of place in a more ariable setting. It was the rose brooch that held his cape together that screamed 'native' the most however, a hand-me-down from his father that symbolised wealth; and the Salvainian Court. Though in all honesty, Sylvar didn't care to engage much into all matters political.*\n\n*Instead, the only reason he had returned here was due to the celebrations that had occured days before. Golemlings were all things adorable in his opinion, and thus an event dedicated to those small, cute things was one he couldn't bear to miss.*\n\n*Sylvar took this moment to sigh softly, peering into the field growth. Whilst he was elated to be joining the festivities, the entry requirements of having to __catch__ a golemlings was.. Not so exciting. Still though, the prospect of owning a golemling — and at this, Sylvar winced and gave a mental apology to Melicus, his pet furrow — seemed to outweigh the embarrassment of flouncing into fields. And so he decided to amble closer to the rolling forms, hoping one would roll right into his path.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Picturesque? Indeed the landscape was very similar to a picture with the beautiful fields near a forest and road with regular people just wandering about minding their own business as the golemling festival had recently just begun but as time passed on this picturesque scene would have a large looming subject enter it. A titan 3 meters tall with fiery red hair and deep crimson skin, six set of arms that protruded from the side of his torso and an upper body that was bare rippled with muscles. This strange and slightly monstrous form neared the fields aswell as he saw the small forms tumbling within, he suspected that these were golemlings since that nice elven woman had told her that golemlings frequent grassy fields such as this one. Ardon quite enjoyed having pets and the idea of him obtaining another friend for his little furrow friend excited him alot!\n\nQuickly the large titan rushed towards the fields a skip in his step as he did so. His blue eyes wide in excitement as he scanned the fields for any rock looking objects while also ignoring the other figure that had also began entering the field since it didn't really look anything like a rock and he was too focused on finding the golemlings. Furry, the furrow that was perched ontop of his fiery mane had also decided to help on this search not really aware of what they were actually searching for but still wanting to be of service to his friend*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "A golemling bumps into Sylvar's leg as it rolls around looking for insects. Not knowing what had stopped its course, it rolls a bit backwards, then back into Sylvar's leg. Finally deciding to look upwards, it sees Sylvar in all his glory— but then, the titan arrives.\n\n*Boom. Boom. BOOM.* The golemlings turn their heads, away from whatever insect or plant they were gobbling up. For the golemling in front of Sylvar, it looks away from the strange, soft barrier to look at the hulking figure. Some trembled in fear— others, others just froze. As the massive titan made their ways towards them, all of them realized one thing— they needed to run. Sylvar could probably pick the golemling up before their tiny little brains realize that, though.\n\nIn unison, the golemlings start running away from the titan, but with their tiny legs, fail to go fast enough to even think of outrunning their captor. \n\nBut one stands, gazing up into the hulking titan's eyes. It was bigger than its peers, but not without the usual naivety of a golemling— just like Ardon. Looking up at the titan, it clutches a strange beetle, half eaten and colorful. Glancing at that, then at Ardon, the golemling seems torn— \n\nBut he decides to make the ultimate sacrifice. Holding the beetle, the golemling offers it to Ardon."
},
{
"author": "unwrd.",
"message": "*( 🥺 this is wholesome )*"
},
{
"author": "Sylvar Cramorn * The Icy Musician",
"message": "*Upon nearing the groups of tumbling golemlings, Sylvar pulled his palms into fists to prevent himself from squealing in glee. They were all __so cute__, formulated from chunks of rock, but seemingly not as dull — they were like small rockbabies, and Sylvar was obsessed. In the heat of his gaiety, he failed to notice the small golemling that knocked rather faintly onto his leg, only noticing the second time when it repeated the same gesture with much more fervour.*\n\n***\" Aren't you so sweet! \"*** *Sylvar said with effortless charm, reaching down and patting it's rocky head. The golemling almost looked abashed for a second at the attention, then began to vibrate in happiness. It reached up to offer a dandelion, before turning to look at something beyond Sylvar's left. Sylvar began to utter a string of heartfelt words before he himself noticed the golemling's change in demeanor — and noticing the looming, towering being not to far from where he stood. A titan, the elf recognised it as.*\n\n*If he didn't look out of place here, then the titan clearly was something astronomical. And the golemlings appeared to realise that as quickly as Sylvar had, as they began to run away from the giant. Sylvar looked back, rather anxious, at the golemling at his feet, and reached for it quickly and pulled it into his arms in a tender embrace.* ***\" No need to run, I'll protect you. \"***\n\n*— if there was actually any protecting needed to be done. Although from what the elf could see, warily watching a rather large golemling move towards the titan, things looked rather stable for now.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*As he saw a large amount of golemlings just running away from him his wide smile slowly formed into a frown and he looked at himself with a dejected expression. He had thought that his monstrous figure wouldn't scare away other creatures but they still did... He was about to turn around and decide to give up looking for golemlings and just do it another time but he saw a big golemling that didn't run away! It was different from the others It didn't see him as something to be feared but instead something to befriend! Atleast that's what he thought when he looked at the little rock that held out the very pretty looking beetle which made him flash back to the time where he held out a piece of jerky to Furry. \n\nImmediately his facial expression would widen in joy once more as he slowly took the beetle from the golemling, a big grin still on his face as he did this. He didn't really know what to give back so he took a big chunk of jerky from his rations and offered it to the golemling* \"H-Hi there! Umm my name is Ardon... Do you wanna be friends with me?\" *He asked sheepishly while the Furrow that had been perched ontop of his head scurried down to his forearm chirping happily at the sight of another friend to be with even going as far as jumping from the hand and perching ontop of the rock* \"Hehe I think Furry likes you alot!\" *He was just so filled to the brim with joy and happiness that he tried to keep inside him as to not scare the other golemlings anymore than he has already*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Sylvar's Golemling looks up to the elf as it quivers, finding strange comfort in being in the arms of a bigger being. It was like a motherly presence that the golemling had never seen before. Looking up to the elf with a twinkle in its eye, it snuggles into Sylvar's chest.\n\nThe other gomemlings now hiding out deep in the forest, the bigger one in front of Ardon sheepishly takes the jerkey. It looks up, putting the jerkey in its tiny mouth, its eyes urging for the titan to do the same. As he does this, the golemlings behind the foliage watch— if Ardon was to eat the beetle, they would know that he meant no harm.\n\nThe two could see small rock-faces pop up from behind various trees and bushes, waiting."
}
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172.666667 | 2020-11-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "*It had been months since Syele had been in her home due to the construction that had been undertaken by her own desire. The building itself had been converted to an inn, entertainly called the Husen House of Tails, a place offering a special service of cuddles handled solely by oriates whom which Syele had personally gathered from the homeless populations of foreign cities.\n\nThe jackal now stands outside of her new home at the grand opening, staring dully at front door as many of the newly hired oriates walking the dirt road leading to the inn.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "It had been a long, *Long* Time since Psyche had last taken a rest. Wrapped up in a guise that likened her to a Mogash rather than an Oni, she slowed slightly as she looked at the building.\n\nRubbing a hand over her face, she looked towards the Jackal and then at the Oriates walking the dirt road towards the Inn. For no reason other than curiosity and bemusement she follows them; Falling in line like she belongs there despite standing out so damn clearly."
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "\"The things I do to relieve a bit of my bloody loneliness I deal with.\" *The oriate mutters under her breath at that time as she watches some of the rather shabby looking oriates had finally arrived to her side, not only was it to be her home, but the entire fresh staff that was now by this time walking through the door and looking through the inn with a hint of glee. Many were crippled, amputees of battle that simply couldn't afford the healers while others were among the financially destroyed, desperately seeking out work to apply themselves toward.\n\nSyele turned and looked about the line of the fifteen workers she had hired. The jackal would lock eyes on a stranger, someone out of place that she was sure she had not hired among the group.* \"Ah, stranger, are you looking for a stay?\" *The jackal spoke out with her dull and monotone voice as she looked the stranger top to bottom.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"One, two... Three...\" Voice quite soft, almost a hoarse whisper from the Mogash as she followed the Oriates. Like many of them she looked... Shabby and thin as if it had been a while since they had taken in a meal or slept in a bed. Their eyes had set back in their sockets just a touch, giving them a shadowed and hollow look. \n\nFollowing everyone else she counted the windows in the building, eyes shifting from one to the next as she examined the look of them. The wheels were visibly turning to determine how many each wall might have. \n\nThe blank, dreamy eyed look abruptly cracked at the words, blinking and looking at Syele. \"I may be.\" She said, voice not rising and stopping to face the Jackal. \"I saw everyone coming this way and decided to follow. I remember hearing hammers and voices here for a while.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*The oriate standing before Psyche seemed small and insignificant to a degree, but however she gave off an bizarrely cold feeling as if they were absent of their own emotions to a degree. The jackal nodded at the woman slightly before speaking again.* \"Hm, yes, there was a great bit of noise in this direction since they were wrapping up the inn, plus many of my workers were in a hurry to get to their home. I suppose it would attract a stranger of your kind.\"\n\n*The jackal would then hold the door open for psyche with her cold expression while she looked in herself, the place was quite large with at least two servant quarters and several rooms visible from a stairway. The first room was clearly a sitting area with a kitchen mixed in. Syele would take a seat at an table while looking at the woman for a spare second.* \"Care to have a seat, stranger?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Tilting her head Psyche's apparently limited and flighty focus, she had nearly returned to counting, shifted and focused on the Oriate. Seemingly absorbing the small talk she nods at the appropriate times to nod, and makes a soft sound of agreement like someone going through the motions of such behaviors.\n\nWhen she turns and holds the door open she steps inside, quietly pulling back the hood covering her head. Inside now her gaze shifts to an Oriate with tufted ears, one notched from an old scar. Then towards another with a stub tail as she subconsciously looks towards the workers and their injuries, scars and marks. \n\nIt doesn't look like pity. More like a curiosity unspoken. Again when Syele speaks she blinks and drags her focus back to the present. \"Please.\" She says to the offer, moving and sitting down almost delicately. \"Husen House of Tails?\" She repeats the name, testing it out."
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "*The jackal simply waved to one of her new workers as they nodded and brought over a bottle of cheap wine along with two glasses. Each being poured with an uneasy hand as the one pouring the glass was notably missing three of her fingers. But, nonetheless Syele patted the women's hand afterwords and then returned her attention to her first guest.*\n\n\"Yes, I thought it a interesting name and something to carry on with my own family name as well. All the workers here are oriates paid well to service the inn. We also offer a respectable service of cuddles or more often known as bed warming. But, as a policy we allow nothing of an disgusting nature in this establishment. Yet, you don't seem the type for it.\" *She finished speaking, looking around the room a bit more as the staff continued to explore the freshly built bulding.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "The Mogash shifts their eyes to one of the workers as the bottle and glasses are brought over, eyes lingering on the missing digits of the hands with detached interest. As the woman walked away she followed her with her gaze until Syele spoke again.\n\nMaybe she was on something, or just dazed or tired. \"Oriates like yourself, and many are interesting. Was that on purpose?\" She asked, voice polite despite calling the various missing pieces and scars on the workers 'interesting'. She gave a pause then as Syele continued. Bed warming or cuddling. \n\n\"I admit I don't think I cuddle. I haven't tried,\" She said with a rather blank tone that could almost be funny if it weren't so earnest. \"Likewise I'd not want to do anything 'disgusting'. It seems as if it would be disconcerting. Constant experience with uncomfortable and grotesque exposures has a tendency to cause numbness and loss of will to act or live. That isn't really good for anyone or anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "*Syele would give little attention to the woman's dazed state as she herself gave off a fairly similar appearance. Her eyes were glistening cold, but nonetheless they were focused on the woman intently with every move she made only halting long enough for her to take a sip from her wine.* \"Ah? Many of them were hand selected mostly for the fact of their need. I find many of those missing something of their own find more purpose in their work since they are often looked down upon by our society. Majority of them were dying on the streets and living by scraps until I came by.\" *There was no emotion in her words, none of pride or pity, just a simple fact of the matter.*\n\n\"Well, it is... An warming experience to have a body to hold yours I do suppose. A fake show of affection to withhold a soul on their journey to say the least. I myself believe it will be great for business since so many travel through here.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Psyche's own glass was untouched for a long moment as she watched the workers, dark eyes following their movements. Her head tips as she says nothing for a long moment before speaking slowly, \"They're beautiful.\" She says it simply as though speaking of a painting or a work of art. \"Irregular. Disconcerting. Damaged. I like them.\"\n\nAt least she was being truthful of the matter of the workers, though she paused and then continued, following a thin thread of logic. \"Are doors closed or open here? One would hope they are not left alone with customers. I understand rules and the fences around behaviors to follow mores and taboos. While I understand this do others?\""
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "*Gently tips her glass against her lip while taking another sip as she listen to Psyche's evaluation of her workers and simply nodded in agreement to the assessment.* \"I do found them to be more interesting than others myself. I'm quite fond of them due to me being quite similar. I suffered a full body burn from a mage at point blank range... My entire body was scarred severely.\"\n\n*The jackal spoke of the trauma as if it was something minor in her life without a trace of concern in her voice.* \"As for your question I have a system in place where two workers will check each room every thirty minutes both day and night to ensure the safety of the workers here. While the customers may be disturbed I believe it better than that of an open door policy due to some enjoying some degree of privacy.\" *The jackal let out a so soft hum in thought as she adjusted in her seat.*\n\n\"And you, my dear, would you like a room here and a bed warmer for the night?\" *She spoke out blatantly and looked at the lass intently.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She finally picks up the glass and sniffs it before sipping. It was almost overly sweet after a long time to bland food and water She sets the glass back down, brushing her fingers against themselves to rid the sensation of the smooth glass. \"Was scarred? Did you get rid of them then?\" Voice not accusatory, but *Almost* Disappointed.\n\n\"If you think that's enough protection for them, then I suppose that's what they will have,\" She says quietly, nodding without anymore input into whether or not she thought it was satisfactory. \"Though admittedly, I don't have many qualms about my own privacy. This isn't my house. I am a guest. So one may assume rules of hospitality are in play.\" She says, like.. Following old, childhood rules are on for her.\n\nAt the question her head tilts again. \"I need a room. I suppose I could see what cuddling is. They probably won't wish to however unless there is a place to bathe here. Additionally, I've not *Much* Money.\""
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "*The jackal just nodded for a spare moment in thought before rolling up the sleeve of her cloak to reveal burn scars litter across her arm with much of her skin's tissue ruined and barely healed correctly.* \"Was I do suppose may not had been the correct word since I still am.\"\n\n*The jackal stated flatly before rolling back down her sleeve. She'd then take one more deep sip of her wine while looking to some of the other oriates who had took note of her horrid burn.*\n\n\"Well, I do believe I can offer you a hot bath and a lass. But, regardless, none of them are quite anointed in their own small so none would really mind. Furthermore, money will not be an issue, consider a gift for being the first guest of this house.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She pauses to look at the burns, leaning in just slightly. The disappointment was gone at least, eyes quiet and distant again. It visibly seemed to interest her, eyes tracing along the paths until the sleeve is pulled over the markings again. A nod as if, perhaps, satisfied as Syele takes a deep sip of the wine.\n\nFocusing on the Jackal again, she nodded. \"Thank you for the hospitality. I won't abuse it, nor will I upset any of the individuals here. I promise.\" There was a firmness to those words, but they were honest."
},
{
"author": "Syele Husen",
"message": "\"Very well, I will take your word for it. Miss Elisa will be your keeper for the night, she is a New Salvania local who fancy herself a mercenary mage until sh-\" *Syele was cut off by a thinly looking wolf oriate with a missing arm who pulled Syele's head against her stomach.*\n\n \"Until a fukkin' cunt with a fanc'iy sword took off my bloody arm!\" *The wolf oriate was loud... Very loud, causing the humble conversation between the two to be shattered.* \"So ay! I'll be showin'ya to your room then lass! I don't bite, so come on!\" *The wolf like oriate voice was thundering yet sweet, creating an odd sensation while Syele was freed from her grasp and simply stared with pure disgust.*"
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"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Psyche had given this whole 'cuddle' thing a try. It wasn't bad. It wasn't great. It wasn't like getting stabbed and neither was it like a drink of water after days of thirst. Maybe it was different if you were cold, but the bath was nice at least.\n\nBack out on the streets she wandered, mind running on full blast and thoughts becoming active images in her mind without her consent. It happened sometimes. Seeking to distract herself from it she pauses as she passes some folk selling vegetables.\n\nWithout too much thought she pauses to pick up beetles and other insects. Once she has a thin handful of them, she moves to examine the wares and sprinkles the insects in with the greenery. She wondered what might happen. Maybe no one would care. Maybe people would refuse to buy them. If so, what will happen to the family? Will they be alright? Do they need a windfall and this denied it to them?\n\nShe steps back to watch, outwardly a Mogash again, and... Curious as to the results."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain rode into the market on his horse. It wasn't a nice horse but she was loyal. His bleach white hair flowed in the wind. With his sword at his side, he knew that there was little threats that could hurt him.*\n\n*Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. There he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time. A female pale oni. He was so stunned that he had stopped watching where his horses was going. Because of this he almost ran into a cart. He quickly turned his horse and galloped to her. He dismounted and approached her.* \"Hello?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "*Horns had been shrinking when he caught sight of her. Tapping one finger at a time to her thumb she watched people come and go, observing their reactions to the now bugged vegetables. Were they upset? One was. She found that rather curious. She was almost no longer an Oni when she heard someone speak close enough that it startled her.*\n\nThe horns pushed themselves back out to full length. Her hair darkened, a somewhat tangled mop on her head. Her skin paled back out. \"Oh.\" *Voice very nearly disappointed as she looks at her palms at the failed attempt to hide herself. She was back in the present again. Turning she saw the horse, a nag maybe, then blinked at the other Oni. Pale and white like herself*. \"***Oh**...*\" *Voice quiet as she examines him like one might a particularly interesting painting.*\n\n*Wait. Hello*. \"Hello?\" *Hell. O.*"
},
{
"author": "khylil",
"message": "Bt: *Bain's red eyes scanned her as he walked back and forth studying her. He was quite tall, and could be considered good looking if it weren't for the multitude of Tuscarora that crisscrossed across his face. He realized he was staring and looked away.* \"I apologize for staring.Its just that I haven't seen another member of out kind in a long time. I thought we had died out.\" *His eyes drifted to the people at the stand.* \"Whats that about?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Her head follows his movements as he walked back and forth studying her, neck turning so her eyes don't have to in a mechanical motion. Her pale eyes traced scars on his skin, slowly becoming mesmerized by them. She barely picked up bits and pieces of his words as he spoke. Died out. Died out?\n\n\"Who died out?\" Voice without inflection and hand half raised towards his face, towards a particularly interesting scar on his cheek bone. She realized when she spoke what she was doing and lowers her hand. She looks rather small for an Oni, and while recently washed, it's done little to remove the look of someone who has been down on their luck a long time. \"...Oni.\" Answering her own question, then, \"I don't know if we did. I left home. My family was there then. We didn't move with our clan.\" Short answers devoid of the typical emotion one may feel of it.\n\nLooking at the stand she pauses. \"Bugs in vegetables.\" No sense contaminating the experiment."
},
{
"author": "khylil",
"message": "Bt: *His eyes dropped to look at her hand, but he didn't stop her. He was used to be gawked at and poked. But it felt differently with her, she was looking at him like he was an abomination, but as a work of art. A soft blush appeared on his cheek as he thought of it. 'No don't be foolish.'* \"What was the name of your clan?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "It was rather random, almost odd, to think a perfect stranger would consider such grotesque damage 'art'. Yet this Oni seemed visibly fascinated as she stared openly, tracing each stripe and cross on the skin. Her head tilted seeing the touch of color, fingers out stretching again. Curious. She touches the edge of his cheek where the color causes the scars to stand out more vividly.\n\n\"Name...\" Her head ached, and she didn't pursue the information with all that much effort. \"I don't remember.\" She says, withdrawing her cold fingertips from his skin. \"What was yours? I was from Irtutian League.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*A shiver went through his body as she withdrew her touch. He had never really been touched in such a way before. He wasn't sure of how to feel. He had a flury of emotions going through him at that moment.* \"I never got the chance to learn my clan name. But I was also from the Irtutian League.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "The reaction, if nothing else, drew more curiosity from the woman. Most withdrew from her. Recognized her unfocused nature and behavior as something... Undesirable and let her linger at the edges of society. \n\nThis one seemed almost confused about how he felt. She hadn't *Quite* Managed to link their heritage; a shared life as Oni, but it lingered in her mind nonetheless. \n\n\"It may have been the same clan then,\" She guessed vaguely. \"I wouldn't know. We stayed away. Kept to ourselves and just tried to survive.\" Stringing together more coherent sentences as she finds a rhythm in it."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"I don't believe so. My clan was raided and my people were killed. My father had told me stories about our people but i had never seen another pale oni until I saw you.\" *He wanted to get to know her but he didn't know her and learn what her life had been like.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "What sort of life... She wasn't with her family any longer. That much was for sure. Looked thin and pale, like her namesake race. She nodded slowly at what he said, then offered a \"I'm sorry\" Though it seemed her words held little emotion. There but not completely. \n\n\"Pale Oni are smaller than Red or Blue. I suppose it seems easy prey. One wonders what happened to the raiders.\" Though her mind was already churning and spinning a yarn of the ideas. There was a very long silence then she said, \"Psyche. My name is Psyche now.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"It is alright. It is in the past and because of it, fate has given me the chance to meet a beautiful woman like you. Someone who has looked at my scars and has not shunned me. And I am grateful for it.\" *He listened to her name, it seemed fitting, but he didn't know why.* \"Well Psyche, my name is Bain and it is a pleasure to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Her somewhat vacant eyes blinked, then focused for a moment. \"Why would your scars bother me?\" Fingers tapping lightly on her thumb one after another. \"Scars are lovely. They are different. They are cracks in an otherwise perfect vase.\" She exhaled, then to herself, \"Scars are beautiful.\"\n\nLittle weirdo. \"Bain.\" She said once. Then again. \"Bain. It is good to meet you as well, Bain. I have not seen another of mine since I left home.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Her words cause his blush to deepen, becoming almost as red as his eyes. No one had ever described anything but him as beautiful. 'What is this feeling? How is she doing this? Is this magic?' He questioned the emotions he was feeling but had no way to control them. They weren't like anger or hate, he had over come those quite some time ago.* \"Well they are not as stunning as you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She saw the color invading his pale skin. It made the marks stand out starkly. While she'd felt no mischief putting insects into the vegetables, she did now. Like a puppy love; a tease and light cruelty. Reaching out she caught his chin with her fingers, holding him there delicately like a butterfly caught on her hand. \"Do you say that because I appear female? Or do you say it because I call your scars a treasure?\" She asked, a bare hint of emotion in her tone, warming it slightly."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Her questions puzzled Bain, for he himself didn't truly know. She had him in her grasp, and he couldn't move. To be honest he liked how soft her hand was. But that didn't make sense. Many of his enemies had tried to seduce him to no avail. So why does this female only have to touch him to make his legs feel like jelly. He did not understand this, it was very illogical.* \"I... Do not know.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"You do not know? So if I donned your clothes and did the same, you do not know if your knees would weaken or your face would flush?\" She didn't tighten her grip and her face did not match her voice; Like a mask it seemed divorced from the faint warmth in her voice. Her cold fingers held his chin gently. \n\n\"Then it seems as if, if I were to cause you problems and trouble, you might also not know what to do. Perhaps you haven't dealt with such things yet. Perhaps there is one place in you that hasn't yet bore a mark on it.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*His gaze met hers and did not leave. He stepped closer to her, looking down at her from his hight. It was hard to understand how a small woman had such control over him. It made him think of his mother, how she had such control over his father. Was this how things were with their people?* \"This feeling I have is one i have never had time to indulge in. Nor have I even met someone that made me feel it.\" *His face was a mask as well the only emotion shown by his voice and the blush on his cheeks.* \"Explain this to me, for I do not understand. How you so easily take control of me even though you have just met me? How are you able to freeze me with your beauty while others have failed? What are you?\" *He took another step closer.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "It was almost funny in a way. Little actions causing something bigger to spiral out of control. Like the passerby angered by the insects in the vegetables they've bought. Like this tall, strong man on an old nag unable to act outside of instincts. He had not yet pulled his chin away from her fingers. He rather stepped forward into her defense and putting her inside his own.\n\nFascinating.\n\n\"Was your mother the last pale Oni you saw before she was taken away?\" It was spoken like everything else, but the subject had become a knife's edge. \"Does seeing me remind you of home and become beautiful for that alone?\" She didn't give him a whole lot of time to consider that. He stepped closer like a mouse mesmerized by a snake, and she stood up on her toes and kissed him."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*He had answers to his questions but he did not get the chance to awnser them. Before he knew her lips were on his and the world fell away. All he knew was that her lips were on his and he didn't want them to leave he had never been kissed before. No one had looked at him in that light. Most had just feared him or hated him for what he was. But this confused him, and made him want more. More of what he did not know. Like he didn't know what to do with his hands but he let instinct take control. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He felt his body relax as he leaned into the kiss.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She felt when Bain fell to those emotions, and found the place that did not have marks on it. An irregularity. She had to decide what to do with that knowledge like she had to follow the family with the vegetables. Had to chase the tail of this dragon and see what was at the end of it.\n\nFor now she let the other Oni lose himself, let him relax and lean into her and put his arms around her. When her mind demanded it, she then pushed him lightly away. \n\n\"Do you have any answers yet? Or should I leave you to find them?\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain's breathing was heavy as he looked down. He felt that he had opened a door to which he didn't not know what was on the other side. He looked at at her and knew he wanted to know her more. He didn't know why but he wanted to know her, not because of her body or her beauty. He wanted to know more about another member of his people. Maybe thisnis what he father would have considered true love but it was too early to tell.*\"I believe I do. Why did you do that? You don't know me?\" *His face was close to hers but not too close.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She wondered if she stepped back, would he follow her? She did so without thought, pale eyes watching and studying him again. \"You seem like a moth following a light. Whether or not the light will burn you doesn't matter; So long as it is not *Dark*.\"\n\nHe didn't confirm or deny anything, and she continued to spin the yarn in her mind of whys and why fors. At his question she turns her head to the side. \"Was there a reason not to?\" Like knowing folks was a relatively minor issue when it came to such things. \"I wanted to measure the depth of your need. I am curious if you would look for things as I do and I am curious as to how impactful such a small act would be in you.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"If I am I a moth, then I am following the only light I've seen in along time.\" *He saw her step away and his heart ached. He took a step forward and stopped.* \"Why do I feel so vulnerable? How can you make feel something I have never felt in my entire life? You make ma want something have never needed before. Is this real or am I an experiment to you?\" *He spoke as the thoughts came to him.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"I hope you to be ready for more stripes then,\" She says at his comment of being a moth to light. She could very nearly trace how the man got from his childhood to this moment he doesn't understand. \"Did you not just ask me why I kissed you? 'You don't know me?'\" She repeated his words. \n\n\"You're like a babe experiencing things and learning, stumbling. If it's real then let it be. If I wish to watch you stumble and reach, let it be as well.\" She wondered how far he would go to follow a flame and allowed her face to soften with an odd, out of place smile. \"So for now let's see what you do with this and then were you decide to go from there.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"I wish to learn more, more about you and who are. But I can not just leave my station. So I will let it be. I will chase the flame and if I am to get burned then I will dance in the flames with joy. For I have brought it upon myself.\" *He looked at her with a look of determination in his eyes. He stepped forward again and gently took her chin in his hand.* \"And if by the end I am able to make you mine then it will all have been worth it.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"I hope you do.\" \n\nThe idea of the man burning in such a way was curiously beautiful. Seeing just how far and how quickly he might turn on himself. He seemed so eager for it as well. As he lifted her chin she easily met the red eyes with her own pale ones. \n\n\"Then let me see if I can burn you.\"\n\nShe took his hand and lead him away from the stall with the angry customers. Away from his horse. She needed some privacy to see how far the, perhaps, childish infatuation would let him go. She wanted to see how quickly he might let her get her nails into him."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain let himself get pulled along. He quickly turned back to his horse and whistled. The horse neighed i. Response and walked over to a place where she wouldn't be noticed. He turned back to Psyche, wondering where she was leading him to. Of it was his doom he would fight it or accept it depending on the circumstance.* \"Where are you leading me?\" *He asked as she she led him through the streets.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She glanced, once, at the horse as it moved. Well trained. Not useful to her. She continued walking and picked up her pace just slightly with that natural speed Pale Oni were prone to. She had no doubts he could keep up.\n\n\"Shh.\"\n\nWas the only answer he got in response to his question. She lead him in a seeming maze through the streets and alleys until she found her location; an old Inn that didn't mind her low coin. Letting go of his hand she continued.\n\n\"So, you may either return to your nag and return to what I assume to be your job, or follow me inside and what happens will happen. Don't take long deciding.\"\n\nAs she heads inside and vanishes from easy sight."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Without hesitation Bain followed her inside. He stood out in his soldier's uniform but he didn't mind. He searched the room for her, wondering where she had went. 'What is happening to me?' He thought to himself. 'How am I being seduced so easily? Is it because she is one of my kind? Do they have that ability? He had so many questions about her half of their kind. Other oni he had met seemed different, and none of them had ever made him feel like this. None of them made him seem like a fresh virgin experiencing his first time.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She had already paid her pittance for a place to stay. When Bain walked in she was already walking up the stairs with a key hanging on her fingertips, softly humming a tune under her breath. Apparently expecting him to follow without checking to see if he would."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain walke don't of the inn feeling like he just walked out of heaven. Sure there were scratches and bruises all over his body but he like it. He had never experienced it like that before. He had wanted to get to know ow her and now he had. But now he had a problem, he knew he wouldn't want to let go and that could be an issue. He ran a hand through his ruffled hair and let out a breath.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "Some time had passed. She had wanted to make sure that he was kept from his job for a time and had given plenty of incentive to keep him there. Walking outside, clothes as neat as they had been before and marks covered by the clothes, she stretched as she looked over at Bain to examine his state.\n\nGood.\n\n\"Well then, you've work, don't you?\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain turned to her, grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. Now that she had him he no long questioned his feelings.*\"I'll tell my captain that something came up. Where do you live? Or do you Constantly move? But I realize I have more important questions. Are you alright? Did I go too hard? Do you regret it? Or are you going to leave now that you have done it?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She didn't resist the kiss. It just added more leverage in her own mind; More ability to see how such little events played out. When he released her she answered easily.\n\n\"I move around. There's no reason in staying in one area.\" A brief pause. \"Why wouldn't I be alright? And I made my decision. There's no reason to be regretful. I will leave when I originally planned as well. When I've seen enough of the city, it will be time to go to the next and observe it.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"I was just wondering because I have a place we could stay. But I also move from place to place constantly. My work demands it. And you have misunderstood my questions. I wasn't asking about where you stay. I was asking about you. Are you okay? Did I go to hard?\" *He blushed slightly at a having to ask the questions again.* \"You know that was my first real time doing it so...\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"I see. I suppose we'll see if we wind up going the same directions.\" It seemed Psyche possibly had no solid plans on where she went, aside from at whim and where ever seemed best to her at any given time. \n\nAs he repeated the questions, his face warming red, she paused. \"I understood. Why wouldn't I be okay? I don't believe I am hurt. I feel no pain.\" None that made much sense to her anyway, but she was used to being in a confusing mindset by now.\n\n\"...You were a virgin?\" She assumed though it would have made plenty of sense to her."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"Yes I was but you have changed that. I was going to offer you to travel with me and maybe I could help find your family or clan. And if you did then you would no longer face hardship or have to live from inn to inn. But I will not force you do anything. I wss concerned with your well being and if you had enjoyed it as much as i did. If we are go separate ways then I hope we meet again.\""
}
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{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"There was assistance changing that.\" Was it a tease? Hard to tell really with her and the lack of expressions. She listened to the offer and looked to the side, pale eyes distant. \"If I were to travel with you, I don't know if I could keep with where you went. I don't seek my clan, or my family. I've seen the face of god and I seek out the patterns everywhere.\"\n\nWell, time to see how long this could play out. She steps towards him, head tilted. \n\n\"If I travel with you, we would need to move with the patterns. It might cause concern but...\" Looking at the Inn behind her. \"It seems as if you can make an excuse if the reason is good enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*He gave her a sly look and smiled.* \"There was but I believe i was seduced.\" *His smile disappeared as she spoke of God.* \"God? What kind of God have you see? What patterns do you see?\" *This brought up a dilemma in him. He didn't believe in God really. But if he was real, he had questions for him. Lots of questions.* \"If I help you find this god, will you let me ask it questions?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"Seduced, lead by the hand, you seemed a more than willing victim of sorts for such a thing.\" She commented before tilting her head. \"I don't know. I can see them in patterns. Small things become larger ones. Like the bit of snow that breaks a roof, or how a beggar stumbles upon a broach that raises them from the streets.\" She shrugged. What kind of god wasn't important anymore to her. Understanding it all was. \"....Yes, if you find it.\" She then said, slowly, as if turning over the potential ramifications and outcomes in her mind as she watches him."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"Well, how could I not be willing, after I heard the way you called my name in the bed.\" *He tilted his head as he listened to her speak.* \"You have an incredible perception. I wouldn't have noticed such patterns. How I ended up knowing you must be the graces of your god.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "There was an ever so faint recognition inside herself of what she was doing. It wasn't pleasant, but she felt indifferent to it nonetheless. Following the thread she says, \"I've had a lot of practice by now watching what happens.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"And what do you think will happen here?\" *He began to walk and talk, hoping that she would follow. If she didn't then he would stop. He saw no reason to stay here, he could easily afford them another in. One that was nicer and was in a better neighborhood. He pulled his jacket back on, straightening his clothes as he went.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She weighed her options before following. She could easily wander the entire city as it was. \"Much happens. This is not a place people wish to see or acknowledge. It's easy to become invisible and watch what others do when nothing is there to see. Nothing which at all matters to them at least.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"Its also easier, when people tend to avoid our kind.\" *He is quite for a moment. He then stops and turns to her.* \"I want you to know this. I do not take being betrayed lightly, you have gained my trust, for it is easily earned. But it is also easy to lose, and even harder to get it back. So promise me as I follow you, you won't turn against me.\" *He looked at her with concerned eyes, as if he had realized he was walking into something dangerous.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"Then don't be your kind,\" She says as she keeps walking a moment even past when he turns to speak to her. She pauses, head tilted. \"Pie crust trust. Easily made, easily broken, rarely whole again. As it is, I've no plans at this moment of betrayal. It would take too much time and energy that could be better used elsewhere. I do not have time for petty games as if we were pretending to be royalty constantly trying to slip a knife into the other's back. Likewise, if you have such plans, please refrain.\" Then keeps on walking."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain let out a soft breath of relief. He was scared that she was really just after his money or something. He didn't know why though, she didn't seem like the kind of woman to do so. He notice that she had gotten quite far ahead of her, and rushed to catch up.* \"Why would I have such plans, I came to you?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"Precisely. You came to me. There is nothing to indicate that you would not have such plans. Likewise there is nothing to indicate I do.\" As she keeps walking, looking up towards the sky and the sudden flight of a small flock. \n\n\"Or am I to assume you have, perhaps, fallen in love upon first sight?\" There's an awkward one."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain opened his mouth but nothing came out.* \"I don't know if it was love at first sight. To be honest I don't have a lot experience with love. How do I know that this is love and not some infatuation with what I think might be the last female member of my kind. And besides how would I know if you return my feelings. You seem to lack the ability to show your emotions on your face.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"It sounds as if perhaps you did indeed become struck with the memory of home.\" She says as she walks. It seemed as if the man did not realize he had taken a following role again.\n\n\"I suppose so. Responding to strong emotion or any isn't helpful. It creates a bias in you that's not helpful to working.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"But isn't it through emotions that people connect and get to know each other? How am I to trust you if I don't know how you truly feel? Your emotions are a part of you who you are they cN give you new found strength. But they are like any weapon, they must be weilded correctly.\""
}
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{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "\"They can connect and destroy. Whether or not you trust me is up to you, but I will do as I wish with both my trust and emotions. How I deal with them is my business.\" And it seems it would remain so as she continued to walk, pale eyes tracing walls and windows as she goes, fingers tapping one by one as she counts faces she can see from outside. \"I will not alter what I am.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"I wasn't asking you to alter yourself, but for you to understand. I know you are your own person and I respect that. I only wish to understand who it is i decided to follow. You are just a mystery to me.\"\n\n*He pulls a flask out from his pocket and takes a sip from it.*"
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She continues walking then pauses to look back at Bain. \"Then you should learn of me while we travel and observe as I do. Then we can see if we can find more of your people.\" Her own as well, but it seemed to matter much less to her somehow.\n\nPutting a pep in her step she continues, calling, \"You should see your captain and retrieve your nag, shouldn't you?\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*He sighed and looked around for his horse. He let out a shrill whistle Nd there was a neigh in the distance.* \"You are right i should. I'll let him know ill be gone for awhile. Where do you wish to meet up again?\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She paused as she looked behind her at him, thinking over the answer carefully. \"I'll find you, I imagine. But otherwise, Sepduania will work. I'll locate you there.\"\n\nFirst she had other things to attend to doing. Like seeing how things played out for the family and their vegetables."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain nodded as his horse rode up beside him. He pulled himself onto the horses back.* \"Until we meet again.\""
},
{
"author": "Psyche Yorecaster",
"message": "She nods and then begins to walk, pale eyes focused forward. A few steps later her horns are slowly sinking into her head and her skin taking a green hue. Tusks form. A Mogash keeps right on going, looking up at the sky. Time to keep going."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain watches her go, until she disappeared into the crowd. He then turned his horse and rose away.*"
}
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{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain rode down the street on his grey mare, Strom. She was a beautiful specimen and she had served him well. Bain Teram was dressed in his military uniform, clad in black and red. With his sword at his side, he stood tall, his red eyes glowing in the light.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "The sound of hooves on the road caught Solden's attention. A man in a military uniform rode a grey horse. She raised her eyebrow at the scene. *A military officer. Probably drunk on laws and justice.* She thought. Just then, she heard loud yelling as a shopkeeper was robbed by a thug. *Here we go again.* Solden drew her sword and ran towards the shop."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Hearing the the yelling, Bain turned Storm around and rode after the thug. He rode past the woman with a sword. His horse didn't stop once he reached him, instead she ran him down, almost completely trampling him. The horse stopped and Bain dismounted. The Pale Oni could be compared to death himself. He slowly drew his sword and approached the man.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden saw a horse shoot past him. It was the military officer from earlier. He dismounted his horse and approached the thug. She caught up quickly and stood by. She drew her bow and pointed it at the thug, and waited to see what the thug would do next."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain looked up towards the woman and raised his hand.* \"Stand down. I have this under control.\" *He put his boot on the thugs back and pressed him into the ground.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "She lowered her bow, and watched. *He's gonna get dragged off to prison, isn't he.*"
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain reached down and grabbed the thugs head, slamming his head into the ground.* \"Store own! What should this man's punishment be?\" *He began to grind his face into the dirt.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"U-Um, I want all the wares back and my stuff repaired...\" The store owner said nervously. It was clear he was scared of the officer. Solden let out something between a laugh and a scoff when the officer put the thug's face in the ground."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain pulled the thug to his feet and shoved him in the direction of the shop owner.* \"If he tries anything yell.\" *He looks at the woman.* \"And who are you?\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"I'm Xenn.\" Solden said. \"I don't remember my last name, if I even ever heard it. I'm a traveler. What's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain looks her up and down. A simple grunt is his response.* \"I see no reason why my name is any of your business. I have just apprehended a subject I'm pretty sure you were about to shoot. Maybe I should arrest you as well.\" *He begins to circle her, his eyes watching her like a predator watches prey.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden watched him carefully. \"I was holding my bow up just in case. I assure you I had no other intentions.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"Well , Xenn, this is now a crime scene. Of which i need you to leave. Unless you have any type of objections that I need to be made aware of.\" *He sheathed his blade and walked back to his horse, rummaging through the saddle bag.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "*Wow, this officer is high on justice.* She shrugged. \"I have none.\" Solden started to walk away, but then stopped. \"Out of curiosity, why go to so much trouble for a simple theft?\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain looked over his shoulder at her. He let out a sigh as he pulled out the handcuffs.* \"Because as a soldier it is my job to keep the peace and do the things my higher ups aren't willing to do. Its either do that or die in their pointless wars. And I don't want to do that.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden thought for a second. \"...That does actually make sense. And here I thought you were another power hungry, arrogant officer spouting justice while their hands say violence.\" She gave him a small smile. \"You're not so bad.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*He let out a breath and looked at her irritated.* \"First, I'm not an officer. Second, what the fuck made you think i was an officer?\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden laughed. \"The way you carried yourself. It was all \"I have authority\" And also the fact that you had all this fancy stuff.\" She gestured at his equipment and horse."
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain threw the cuffs to the shop owner.* \"Put these on him.\" *He turned back to the Xenn.* \"All the things I own are things I've bought. I carry my self in such a way because If I don't ill be treated like trash.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"Well, no one does. And you earned your own things? Turning out to be quite the do-gooder. It's refreshing to see someone with their head right and sword pointed in the right direction.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"I bet it is.\" *I'll be honest its not something you truly see often. And I have rarely met others like me and I think that is sad really.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"Yes, it is.\" Solden stood in silence for a moment. \"Say, have you been around lots? I have something to show you that I was hoping you could identify.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain looked at her again and raised an eyebrow.* \"What could this thing be? And how is it so important?\" *He began to pull a spool of rope from his bag.*"
}
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{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden showed Bain a gold coin with a scorpion engraving on it, the stinger raised. \"I got this in a tavern from a guy after refusing an offer. Said if I wanted to find him, I had to show it to the \"Right people.\"\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain tied a teacher to his horse and turned to the woman.* \"So you think I'm the 'Right people'. Why do you think that? You and I have never met before.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"No, I don't think you're the \"Right people.\" I'm pretty sure he means right people as in smugglers and people like that. I was wondering if there was an organization or a group with this insignia/pattern that you recognized. The person who gave me this was a beastkin. Jackal.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain turned to her and looked her up and down. He held out his hand toward her.* \"Let me see it.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden gave the coin to Bain. (scroll up to my earliest post today to read the description) \"Here.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain looked it over, running his thumb over the scorpion.* \"I'll have to admit, I've never seen it before. But I suggest you don't investigate. But if you do, don't do it alone.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"I see...\" Solden stood in thought for a second. \"I'll follow your advice. Thanks for looking at it.\""
},
{
"author": "khylil",
"message": "Bt: *Bain nodded. He walked over and tied the rope to the thugs cuffs. He then hopped onto his horse.*"
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "*Bain nodded. He walked over and tied the rope to the thugs cuffs. He then hopped onto his horse.*"
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"I guess this is goodbye.\" Solden said. \"Maybe we'll meet again.\""
},
{
"author": "Bain Teram",
"message": "\"We will.\" *Bain then turned and rode off.*"
}
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{
"author": "Iris",
"message": "\"Alright then! I'll be waiting in the kitchen, would you like me to start preparing the ingredients while you do or would you prefer to supervise me doing so?\" *Iris would extend out her head and summon a bag that she pulled out a dangerously sharp kitchen knife from* \"If you'd like I can also sharpen your knives for you, I have a number of whetsones that I can use for them. I'd just be happy doing more things for you before you leave your bath so atleast it's alittle bit less work for everyone involved.\" *The slime woman smiled yet her words sounded like they've been things she's rehearsed in the past over and over and over like a script. It was artificial compared to her usual curious and happy go lucky voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan stared at the dangerously sharp kitchen knife, and then nodded in shock.* \n\n\"Please go and prepare the ingredients - you've taken your bath already, have you?\" *He asked, approaching her closer. He wondered if he should attempt to go for a third option.*"
},
{
"author": "Iris",
"message": "\"I've not taken a bath per say but I have been cleaning myself frequently ever since we got on that boat. Alright then! I'll go and prepare the ingredients... Wait what are we making again? So that I know what to prepare for us.\" *She would say turning back immediately as she remembered that she didn't really know what they were gonna cook or what he liked eating*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan held his hand to his mouth, contemplating whether to ask her to take a bath with him. \"Ah, I was thinking about asking you to take a bath with me - or wash my back for me.\" He thought of what to cook next,\"Are you good at cooking meat? Do you like eating them? I got an ice chest in my kitchen. There's plenty of meat stored there - to celebrate your arrival, how about we have ribeye with rice tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "Iris",
"message": "\"A-A bath with you?\" *Iris hesitated upon the mention of such a thing. Was that allowed? A servant and a master bathing at the same place* \"I-Is that even okay Master? If you want me to do so I'll be alright with it but uhh only of it's okay with you... But umm Meat! I'm alright with cooking, I'm not a master chef by any means but I can usually cook a decent meal and I love experimenting with spices. I'm not a picky eater so I'm willing to eat anything really! So sure we can have ribeye steak... Is your fiancée joining us for the meal? Shall I make extras for her?\" *Iris cocked her head curiously*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Yep! If you don't mind. Take a bath together with me.\" *He cuddled her into his chest, patting her on the head,*\"My fiancee might join us for the meal - I am not sure when she would be back, but I did have an agreement with her about bringing other people in.\" \n\n*He nodded at her,*\"Please do make extras for her - I wouldn't want to neglect her after all.\" \n\n*Frankly, he isn't sure why Iris is being so hesistant about it. He got a feeling that Iris has been an obedient servant her whole life, and don't seems to get that taking a bath together with him, is beneficial to him, instead of the other way round.* \n\n\"...Wait.\" *He pushed her away gently,*\"...You know that taking a bath with me is uh, more beneficial to me rather than you, right?\""
}
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "**Nighttime had begun to fall in the wild lands of the many forests in Salvainia, the singing of crickets in the air in one specific such woodland as a short woman walked through it. She had two axes at her waist, black boots making a healthy crunch as she stepped along the path, leaves being crushed under her feet. One pale, slender hand went up to her mouth and she yawned loudly, innocently unaware of the dangers that could come with making such a loud noise in the middle of the forest. Well, it was less her being unaware and more her not caring. Bears were her specialty since she was young.**\n\n\"Maaah~, I shoulda stayed asleep a lil' longer, probably should 'ave eaten a bit before I left town.\" **Her stomach growled, scorning her for neglecting it like a father going out to drink some pints with his friends, if the pints were fights and the friends were dangerous animals.**\n\n**The night dragged on with her taking a leisurely walk. She sometimes encountered travellers along this path, though she would be a little more comfortable if tonight she just managed to get her food and be done with it. Again, her stomach voiced it's complaints. The cold wind brushed her hair back as she winced slightly and hugged her own arms.** \"Damnit, why'd I choose to go north this time of the year?\" **She scratched her ear nervously, looking down at the floor and sniffing the air. She didn't care what she'd find, she wanted a snack right now, something to at least distract her from the cold. Her eyes wandered to a little wriggling in the ground and she crouched besides it, picking it up and staring.** \"...I guess you'll do.\" **Nom.**"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*In the deadly silence of the Salvainian forests, the quiet disturbed only by the shifting of small beasts and the swaying of flora in the midnight breeze, the knight Elias had very easily heard the goings-on along the path ahead. Though she was aware her attire wasn't exactly covert either, the brazenness of whoever lay ahead disarmed her as she strolled ahead - eyes widening and knees locking at what she saw. While the sight of a young girl eating a worm would amuse most common folk and infuriate most parents, Elias felt a guttural nausea from the sight, unable to stifle the yelp that jumped from her throat, her expression a mix of terror and disgust.*\n\n\"By the gods, what are you doing!? Not only is that disgusting, it's dangerous! You don't know where that thing's been, what it's eaten!\"\n\n*The knight scolded the stranger as she quickly shuffled over, attempting to slap the worm from her hand - her arm recoiling as it writhed between M'ra's fingers.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "**Her hand had absolutely no resistance to Elias' arrival and invasion of her meal, flinging the half eaten worm to the side and leaving her arm limply in the air as she looked to where the worm had been thrown with a sad frown on her face.** \"Th-that was my snack...\" **Her head turned slowly up to the knight, eyes glistening slightly as her lower lip shook and she sniffled. For someone eating a worm off the ground, her appearance did not seem to command the type of atmosphere that one would expect. Her white hair neatly flowed down her shoulders, mixing in with some of the white accents of her generally black dress. Her arms were bare, the dress only covering about half the way down from her shoulder to her elbow. It had only a short skirt to cover her legs, but some clothes underneath kept everything nice and warm, even in a cold place like this. From the wear on her black boots, either they'd been handed down or she had used them for many years.**"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*While the girl dressed and was currently acting quite youthfully, Elias was given the impression of someone with a childlike outlook on the world, or at least a demeanour to match such a view. Her mind flashed to a young, copper-haired girl in East Mentia, far too bubbly for an adventurer - her expression softening significantly as she caught sight of M'ralind's sullen expression. She dropped to one knee, her armour clinking softly as she rubbed her shoulder.*\n\"Look, dear, I can give you some real food, ok? So don't eat the bugs, please...\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Tch.\" **Crossing her arms, the girl turned her head away, standing up and pouting in place, her cheeks puffed out as she stomped one foot angrily.** \"Dontcha know any manners lady? First ya slap my meal outta my hand and then ya tell me it ain't real food, what a disgrace!\" **The stuck up attitude certainly fit the rich looking clothes, but the accent and... Well, her being out at night like this in the forest stuck out as a bit strange.**\n\n**Her hands went to her waist, the pout on her face quickly dissolving as she smiled brightly and winked, holding out her other hand for a handshake.** \"I'm just messin' with ya. The name's M'ralind. Though I do wish you hadn't slapped that away...\" **Her smile lowered a little sadly, but her eyes remained bright as she looked up to the knight.**"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias felt another wave of shock as she was berated by the young girl, which soon slowly melted into mild confusion as she nodded to her slowly, removing her gauntlet and shaking her hand gently - her other gauntlet reaching into her back and producing a roll of bread; a knot of charred cheese poking from one end.*\n\"A pleasure, M'ralind. I'm Elias, and this is for you. You like cheese?\"\n*She giggled gently, offering her the roll as compensation for her... Snack...*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "**M'ra's eyebrows raised up in confusion as to where Elias had produced the bread from, tilting her head to the side to try and look behind before giving up, the smell of the food taking up too much space in her mind. Her hands jumped to the sandwich and she began to chow down on it, crouching again.** \"Mm, hmm, yush.\" **She looked up at Elias, gulping down before speaking.** \"Cheese is awesome!\" **But it was really expensive, from what she remembered. The knight lady seemed to be getting more and more interesting.** \"Uhm, why're ya out here, if I may ask..?\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias wore a contented smile while M'ra dropped and wolfed down the roll, the knight dropping to the floor with a light CLANK!, regloving her right hand and resting it on her raised knee. Propping up her right thigh with her left foot and leaning back, she gave out a melodic sigh, eyes closing a moment as she felt the sudden breeze whip through the gaps in her cuirass - sitting up and tilting her head at the young lady as she asked.*\n\"Oh, just out for a walk... I prefer the snow-topped forests of the Northern regions, but the wind at this time is pleasant as well... I'm more curious about you, young lady, what brings you out here? You clearly aren't prepared for a wander...\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "**Through the relaxed munching, M'ra looked to the side nervously, a guilty smile on her face as she scratched her ear again.** \"Well... I don't really see much need to prepare food like that when I can just eat stuff that I find. Besides, I'm tryin' ta find a bear or sum'in else to bring to a village later to sell. I thought I'd 'ave been able to eat once I found one, but...\" **Her saddened expression demonstrated that she hadn't had much luck. While her clothes were a bit fancy and she had no apparent preparation, the two axes at her waist and one, much larger axe at her back that awkwardly angled itself due to her sitting made it clear that she wasn't just messing about. Just to carry that type of weapon one would have to know what they're doing.** \"Though, I've gotta say, I really need to find a job soon. Just find somewhere ta set up base an' have a more permanent kinda location. I don't know if you'd believe it, but I'm a little lost right now, hehe...\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*After giving her a proper examination, she soon realised M'ra was more than just an odd girl. Her skin was somehow paler than Elias', who'd seen all of about three years' worth of strong sunlight in her life. Despite her small frame, she carried three axes; one of which comically large for her to wield. On top of this talk of- hunting a bear? There hadn't been many moments in Elias' life where she'd had to suspend her disbelief this high, but it was very necessary right now. The knight rose to her feet, dusting off the skirt of her aketon and scanning around their surrounding a moment, replying with a lean forward, resting her hands on her knees.*\n\"Well, then, that's quite the predicament... I'm not much of a hunter, but I know my way around these woods at this point. You're serious about the bear hunting thing? It's not just a game?\""
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight watched and listened with careful interest, nodding gently and humming in acknowledgement each time M'ra turned towards her. She giggled along, returning the warm smile, sensing a melancholy turn in the story - a vampire's history seems to never be rosy... Elias gave a sigh at M'ra's smile, shaking her head and giggling softly, reaching over and giving her a pat.*\n\"Of course that's what you picked up... You've had a long journey, dear.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Shutting her eyes in elation as her head was rubbed, M'ra smiled up at the knight and giggled.* \"Maah, usually peeps don't go around pattin' vampires, miss Elias. You're a fun one ain't ya?\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*A moment of confusion washed over her, then quickly realising what she meant; another chuckle as she pinched M'ra's cheek gently.*\n\"Well, vampires aren't usually so adorable, hm?~ Now, are we going after that bear or no?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Ah, yeah, the bear. Well, with your help, I'm sure it'll be a breeze!\" *Placing a hand on her knee, she lifted herself up and stood, looking into the forest with a bright smile.* \"Let's have some fun!\""
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight sat upon a flat rock near the chief's hut, her cheeks still rosy from their battle with the previous owner of the grand brown pelt - the one M'ralind was flourishing at the chief through the window. Her stature was composed, almost meditative as she gave another sigh, drawing her longsword across a spare piece of dark cloth, the flecks of muddied blood glinting in the moonlight and soaking away. She adjusted her seating, her armour clunking far more quietly than earlier as the metal heaved from the wear.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind's negotiating skills were in full bloom within the chief's hut, her arms waving at the air in a playful display of the terrible creature's size, as if the mere size of the skins and meat she was handing them wasn't enough to make such a fact evident. The chieftan was left far more confused than anything, his eyes wide as he shook his head with his mouth slightly agape, looking at his surroundings as if looking for someone to explain to him what to do with the current situation.*\n\n*A few minutes later, the Lora came skipping out of the hut with a bright smile and a small pouch of coins jiggling about, a cut of meat hung from her shoulder over her back and covered in cloth to keep it from simply decomposing - not like that would affect M'ra at all, thanks to her strain.* \"Heeeeyyyyy, Eli, I got da thing sold and they let me keep sum meat so I have dinner!\" *She waved her hand cheerfully and came closer to the knight she'd arrived here with.* \"It smells like a treat, I don't even think I wanna cook it!\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Her peaceful trance broken by the return of her Lora companion, Elias turned to her and beamed, eyes softening at the pouch of gold and congratulating her in a low, maternal voice.*\n\"You sold it to him well, hm? I was watching, it seemed like quite the theatre.\"\n*She gave a small giggle, reaching to to cover her mouth with a curled gauntleted finger. Her eyes wandered to the flank of meat, the almost purplish colour causing her to narrow her eyes at it, but this suspicion quickly faded. As the moon rose high, and the wind began to howl louder, Elias felt a peace long-lost to her Northern home.*\n\"Unfortunately, anything I eat will have to be cooked. I don't have your... Steely temperament.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The girl breathed out through her nose, a soft sigh to herself as she looked at the cut of meat for a bit before speaking out.* \"Yeah, I guess yous right. I'll cook up somethin' fine for ya, fit fer a noble. Speakin' of food, should we be spendin' the night at an inn or are ya plannin' on journeyin' through the cold?\" *It felt a little strange speaking about sleeping at night for M'ralind, but nevertheless she'd have plenty to do during the time when Elias was asleep. The bear has taken quite some edge away from her axes, so she wanted to tend to them.* \"If ya don't wanna sleep I still think we should at least get someplace warm fer ya.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias returned a bashful smirk, mildly embarrassed by her decidedly aristocratic demanour at the moment, shaking her head and loosening her posture as much as she could manage.*\n\"I think I'll stay in the inn, tonight. As much as I like the chill of these forests, I prefer a warm hearth... But is it alright for you to sleep, M'ra? I was under the impression vampires were nocturnal...\"\n*She lowered her voice in the second part as to not spook the villagers, leaning forward and drawing close to M'ra's face.*"
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Well~, I can see why you'd worry. The reality is though, I can work at any time o' da day. Just that at night I don't have no sun shinin' down on ma forehead an' makin' me feel tired and down. And besides, the naps I take are usually at night since I need ta be ready for the day so I don't almost kill myself accidentally again, hehe.\" With a rosy smile in response to Elias' question, M'ra playfully leaned her face even closer before lifting a finger up to boop her nose.\n\n\"It's a matter o' preference. I can do just fine puttin' in a lil' effort ta stay up when you are. Handlin' children takes far more of a toll than such a simple task so I'm sure I can handle it fer ya!\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight blushed lightly as M'ra drew close, screwing her eyes shut and giggling nervously once she poked her nose, relaxing in the moment and nodding with a sigh.*\n\"Well, that's a relief... Last thing I'd want to do is cause any stress for you, but if it's not too much...\"\n*She dropped from the rock to her feet with a quiet clank, standing straight and sheathing her weapon, scanning around briefly as her brow furrowed. She heard no wolves, nor beasts of any sort. Perhaps they had been scared away at the sight of the bear pelt...*\n\"Shall we head down? I'm sure the whole village is talking about you~\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Nah~, 's just one bear. Heck, it might've been sum kid's guardian deity, and then I'm in deep trouble.\" *With a nervous yet still playful giggle, she crossed her arms behind her back, holding her wrist and walking beside her taller companion. If the winter was even colder than this, M'ra didn't want to experience it very much, but the thought of reclining back in a comfortable fur covered chair in front of a fireplace as snow piled up on the windowsills did tickle the Lora's fancy. \n\"Hey Eli, what kinda house would ya wanna buy if ya saved up enough fer one?\""
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "Trees from the nearby forestry begin to thin out as they travel closer to the village. Visible signs of human progress, AKA tree stumps can be seen leading into wide open fields where grain grows and cattle graze. Several peasants can be seen out tending to their fields, and eventually as they progress down the road they come upon what looks to be a decent collection of buildings. On a hill, near to the village itself an imposing stone castle can be seen. The village itself is bustling, and several two story buildings with signs hanging out over the street advertise things such as the local \"Apothecary\", the \"Tavern\", the travelers \"Inn\" And of course the storefront of the blacksmith. The clanging of metal can be heard all the way from out here, further in - around the well, several stalls selling local produce like bread can be seen. One seems to sell tools too."
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Hm, maybe. That would be a tragedy...\"\n*She giggled softly, stifling another smirk at the thought of a wrathful child coming to hunt them down. At the mention of a home, Elias felt her heart drain a moment, her smile dropping as her eyes grew empty. Her first proposed response was 'by the time I have that sort of money, I'd have raised a company to retake my rightful heirship and given my damned family a kicking', but shook that away as her senses returned to her. Elias managed a weak smile, replying airily*\n\"Nothing too big, I think... A small cottage somewhere in the snowy hills... Do you have somewhere to call home, M'ra?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The little vampire's eyes wandered to the sky as she went absentminded, waving from one side to another as she walked as she focused less on her balance. A home. She certainly had a house that in terms of legality she could reside within, but not a home anymore.* \"I guess I might... When I left home, a bard woulda said I departed for a wonderful journey of adventure, which was most definitely what I was thinkin' of when I did so. But in reality... I up an' left me parents after I decided I wanted to go out. It was... Very haphazard. I'm sure they don't hate me or nothin', but things sure ain't sweet between us. I took my pa's axes with me, but I forgot my kit for maintainin' them, I took a buncha stuff that could really easily break, I abandoned a lotta responsibility. They sent me a lotta angry letters whenever they found out where I was stayin' until I wandered so much that they gave up.\" *The girl sighed, scratching her pale cheek with somewhat of a frown. She really wasn't the greatest daughter, despite having so many strange yet wonderful talents. Sometime, she wanted to repay her parents for what they'd done to help her throughout life, but she felt ashamed to even come to them. Her youthful adventurous spirit had left them in more than just a little predicament.* \"I wan' a house just like the one we used ta have. Big wooden cottage, the sort you'd see a nice hunter's family livin' in. Where you can come in late in the afternoon, set down your tools and rest in front o' the fireplace, cuddlin' with ya dog or ya partner. It'd be a dream...\" *M'ralind smiled wryly, her boots no longer joyfully skipping over the snow and now dragging through it, the soft crunching of it giving a little melancholy solace to her mind.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight watched M'ra with sympathetic eyes, softening as the girl turned forlorn and told her story for a second time. Her gait slowed, her clinking of her armour quietening as she drifted closer to her.*\n\"You made a choice, dear... Even if you don't think it was the right one, someone out there thought it was the one you should take. What matters now is where you end up.\"\n*She cooed thoughtfully, quietly slipping her hand from her gauntlet and tousling her hair affectionately, the warmth returning to her smile.*"
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Mmn, I know I made a choice, and I'm proud of it. Got ta take care o' the kids thanks to it. If I hadn't they woulda either died or been out in the streets by now. Maybe the previous orphanage manager wouldn't 'ave died and suffered a bit more to keep the kids alive.\" *As her speech became increasingly morbid, M'ralind shrugged her shoulders and simply smiled, leaning her head into Elias' hand. \n\"To da inn we go then. My gear's all good right now, an' I got my meat already. You can go buy sum groceries if you need 'em, I'll rent a room for us.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias nodded again, finding the story of M'ra's work in the orphanage more tragic than morbid - the tinge of humanity in it all warming her heart.*\n\"I'll see what I can find in terms of seasoning. The cook will probably sear the meat for us, if we ask...\"\n*She replied with a thoughtful tap of her cheek, eyes turning skyward as she tried to work out what a village would have beyond salt and pepper.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The inn is relatively close to the entrance of the village itself. So it would not be difficult to find themselves in front of it, and as Elias thinks about what spices a village may have she comes to the realization that spices may be a tad bit out of their price range - besides, bear meat is... Well, compared to other meats it's certainly \"Exotic.\" Since this is summer bear meat, and was likely taken from an adult, it'll have an extremely strong venison like flavor that's slightly sweeter. It's likely that the people who own this establishment would have a large range of herbs and vegetables at their disposal, and could likely make a pottage from the bear meat they have. Alternatively, they could make a stew - and if they're really willing to fork over some silver they could have some spices that the cook might have for richer guests. Plenty of ways to go about preparing it, they could offset the coast by \"Selling\" The inn keeper the meat and requesting a meal as payment."
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Mulling over what to do with the meal she had at hand, M'ra had come to already push the door to the inn open and make her way inside. Her eyes lolled from side to side as she considered the different options in her head, absentmindedly seating herself down. A few moments later, her eyes shone with recognition as she came to her choice.* \n\"Ah, we should probably give some o' the others 'ere a chance ta have a taste o' the food. A whole chunk o' meat like this ain't gonna last if I just drag it about with me an' I don't wanna waste such a good meal. I can pay fer the spice since I got sum good coin from the hunt, Eli.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She followed behind, giving a gentle wave as they entered the inn, giving a disarming smile to the patrons and sitting beside M'ra. Elias was used to receiving suspicious looks from the villages she wandered between, her armour and demanour reminding most of haughty nobility or spoilt children of merchants.*\n\"Perhaps it would be a good idea, yes... Very much endear these folks to you immediately, I'd say~\""
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "Upon entering the establishment the sound of a string instrument immediately fills the air, that and the smell of stewing meats and the faint smell of alcohol. Percussion instruments and then the whistling of a flute fills the air as patrons loudly speak with one another. It would almost seem like a celebration, especially as the singing begins - spoken in a foreign and unknown language. Luckily for them M'ralinda would find an empty booth near to the performers - men and women dressed in outrageous clothing, colorful and frilly. Using tools like lutes, drums, and a lute. \n\nPresumably they would call over a waiter/waitress so they could get into contact with the owner of the establishment. The owner, a short stocky man wearing a flat cap and a red jacket walks over haughtily before humbling himself immediately upon spotting the garb and status of one of the armored women. Seeming to swallow his pride he walks up and politely asks \"Hello madame, I heard you wanted something special cooked up?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "Taking a moment to appreciate the light atmosphere and a musical ensemble to add to the warmth that the place radiated, M'ralind found herself surprised at how once again her absentmindedness had caused her to completely miss this when she entered the inn. Briefly shaking her head, which caused her to have to brush a few fallen hairs out of her face, she turned her head up to look at the man, eyebrows raising as she turned to pull the package of meat over her shoulder and laid it down gently upon the table, waiting for Elias to give a response seeing how the man seemed to have addressed his question to her. She wiped a few bits of dirt from her back, grimacing slightly at the thought of having to wash her dress *Again* Just because some filth had gotten caught up there due to having had to carry something. Black fabric was hard to wash without getting the colour to become a bit washed out."
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Bohemian, hm...? More folksy than the usual, but I quite like it...\"\n*The knight would muse as she slowly removed her gauntlets, setting them on the table and wringing her hands daintily, relaxing into the atmosphere with a deep sigh. Being used to the deep drones of Northern fiddles and gravel-voiced bards, this lighter tune was a welcome change. \nElias turned her attention to the dancers a moment, regarding them briefly before settling her bright eyes on the owner.*\n\"Hm? Oh, yes sir. My companion has recently acquired some choice meats, and suggested sharing it with the rest of the patrons - the payment being a pleasant meal, and perhaps some drinks~\"\n*She spoke with an exaggerated refinement, mimicking the manner in which her cousins would gesture - trying her best not to become cynical and create a satire of it. She dropped the act a moment to glance to M'ra, beaming gently and taking her handkerchief to a few specks of dirt on her face and dress.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "As he listens to Blue Dove his smile would only falter for a moment before he asks \"What kind of meat if you don't mind me asking? As i'm sure you know, *Choice cuts* Can cover a very... Wide variety of meats.\" He clears his throat, and leans over to the waitress on his right hand side whispering something into her ear. He turns back to face Elias but his eyes remain upon the large cut of meat placed upon the table, eyeing it warily as if it may spring up from the table and strangle him to death - or rather, whether or not he can trust these two strangers to be true to their word that this is indeed \"Choice\" Meats. \n\nThere weren't dancers before but there certainly are now! Though the dancers certainly aren't from the troupe, but rather the drunk patrons seemingly understanding the language being sung and dancing as if this was some kind of festival. Clearly this music means something to the locals, even if it means nothing to the two of the people present within this booth."
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The dwarf squirmed slightly as she had some dirt wiped off of her by Elias before she began to speak up in response to the man once again. She wasn't exactly sure whether bear meat would be considered a choice cut, but even if it wasn't she'd still like to sell it.* \n\"Tis bear meat, sir. Freshly hunted. I ain't exactly the biggest expert on foods so I thought it'd be a waste ta cook it myself and not let anyone else enjoy it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Yes, there was a considerable amount of effort to acquire this... If you truly do not trust us, we shall cover the costs and have a taste of the dish first. Whether you serve it to the other patrons is to your discretion.\"\n*Elias continued to speak gently, allowing a slight irritation to enter her tone as she met eyes with the inn owner - sharpening her stare. She cared little if the owner would accept their request, but to waste the effort that had gone into hunting that bear felt like a betrayal of his new acquaintance.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "He frowns, briefly before regaining his pose and replying to Elias \"If you so desire, I will take it off your hands. If people like it, I will return to your booth and pay you fifty silver each. You will still have to pay for your meals however. I'm assuming you want whatever we will cook up using this... Bear meat?\" He turns to face the waitress once more, speaking in a hushed tone - impossible to tell what exactly is being said over the music, however she quickly scampers off and heads into a room on the far wall. Not soon after the cook of the establishment walks through the door and enters into the room, following the waitress to the table. He grabs the meat off the table and inspects it carefully, sniffing it, pinching it between his fingers - he even rips off a small piece and puts it into his mouth. When all's said and done he turns to the tavern owner and says in a gruff voice \"Yep, dis here is some bear meat. Not the best fer cookin ya know but i'll be able to make a mean stew outa it.\" He then turns and leaves, the tavern owner informing the waitress to take their order - and to make sure they pay for it. They'll be \"Reimbursed\" If the meat sells, or they won't if it fails to."
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Ah, that guy knows what he's sayin'. I'd love ta have just a taste o' that stew. Fufu, I feel lucky ta be able ta have a full meal of it!\" Stretching back in her seat and cracking some of her bones, the Lora looked to the performers, appreciating the slapping music with a jaunty beat, her head bouncing back and forth jauntily. She was a little erred by the strangely negative behaviour between her knight friend and the establishment owner, so in an attempt to better the atmosphere, she spoke up again. \n\"The music's mighty fine, sir! Are theys hired or are they part o' the village havin' fun?\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"I'm sure they'll handle it fine...\"\n*Elias sighed, relaxing as she dropped the noble act while the owner and the cook disappeared from their eyeline, smiling weakly at M'ra with an eye closed.*\n\"Sorry about the act, I usually don't get away with acting normally while dressed like this - I've been accused of being a thief far too much...\"\n*She grumbled softly, musing briefly on how frightening these small villages could be towards strangers. The knight softened quickly as she watched her companion, however, patting her head again as she bobbed to the music.*\n\"I was wondering the same thing, actually..\"\n*She mumbled, blushing lightly as she realised that the 'dancers' from earlier were simply drunken patrons. Isolation in a backwater duchy hadn't left her very cultured...*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "As they talk the cook would get to work preparing the bear meat. The first thing he would do is bring out a cutting board and begin to cut the meat into thick cutlets, grabbing a large clay pot from nearby he orders one of his secondary chiefs to begin chopping up some vegetables - celery, carrots, green onions, normal white onions, some herbs like thyme, rosemary, and some oregano all bunched up into a single clump with a pinch of nutmeg. Then, he fills the stew up with an equal mix of rum and beef stock obtained from boiling the bones of a cow recently slaughtered. Afterwards, he would also throw in the bear cutlets and put the lid on the pot and slide it onto the metal rack over the heat of the hearth within the kitchen. The smell of the stew would soon filter out into the rest of the establishment, filling the air with a gamy and aromatic smell. Since the owner and the cook have left only the waitress remained - having gone around to take orders from everyone else, she now finds herself once more at their table asking the question: \"What can I get for you two? Anything other then the stew being prepped?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Ah, fer me it'll be some water.\" She'd thought about asking for artificial blood, but she'd already fed earlier and didn't have much stomach for taking in any more blood. \nTurning to Elias, she raised an eyebrow, looking to see what kind of food the woman would say she wanted. She scratched her cheek, nostrils flaring slightly as the scent of the stew wandered in."
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Whatever alcohol you have, I suppose. Surprise me...\"\n*Elias returned to the waitress, not bothering to return to her charade as she gave a slight smirk. The knight leaned back into her seat, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glancing to M'ra.*\n\"Just water? You don't want a snack or something, dear?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"I already had a snack, though it was batted away from my very mouth as I ate it...\" \nGiving a mischievous chuckle and a coy smile, M'ra snickered to herself while straightening her back and seating herself more comfortably. Despite her dress being made for excursions and to be convenient, it was still a dress, and it was bound to be slightly hard to work with when trying to sit down comfortably."
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "She shrugs, and states \"That'll be five silver then, and I'll make sure it'll be the finest alcohol we have.\" She holds her hand out, expecting the five silver. If she gets the silver she'll walk off towards the kitchen, enter it, make her way down the stairs and into the wine cellar. The owner of the establishment will follow her down and ask something along the lines of what they ordered, and she'll reply the strongest alcohol in the entire establishment. He will then present her with a glass container containing a dark amber liquid. The waitress will return, and by the time she does the stew from earlier will have finished. Which means she'll return with two bowls of stew and a spoon for each alongside with the glass bottle. A masterful balancing act ensues as she approaches the table placing them down. Upon finishing this she will leave to serve other tables. They will see that many people are ordering the stew, due to the fact that it's an extremely \"Exotic\" Meal and everyone wants to get a bite of it to add to their bucket list."
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias gave M'ra a gentle flick to the forehead, sighing and giggling quietly as she placed the silvers in the waitress' hand - dropping in two more for her to keep.*\n\"Thank you, madam...\"\n*She hummed, scanning around the room and listening carefully to the scraps of conversation she could hear through the din - picking up mentions of their hunted meat and smiling excitedly to M'ra.*\n\"Seems like its popular!~\""
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "The dwarf seemed to find it heavily amusing that the elves had grown such a distaste for her. Come on, she stole their show for one night and they're this riled up already~? Throwing aside her provocative thoughts, she focused her mind on the job that was being presented. Old ruins certainly sounded her style, and clearing things out was most definitely her sort of a job. From her standpoint, it seemed like a perfect job. However... \n\n\"Eli, are ya okay with this kinda job? I've gone on these types a' 'scursions before but I don't know if you'd like them much.\" Her tone showed her concern. She knew that Elias had combat capability, yes, but doing a dungeon crawl would likely be a bit more heavy on the mind than some weapon slinging."
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias' eyes were wandering across the room in that moment, grimacing slightly at the untoward stares they had garnered. Noticing a few look away sharply, her attention returned to the table, the unfurled map raising her interest a few measures. She'd tap the table with her index finger meditatively, the silk making no sound against the wood.*\n\"A monster hunt isn't beyond my ability, as long as we can prepare beforehand, but what would we be facing? Only a fool takes a job without such information...\""
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "He shrugs when being asked and says \"Not know. Dangerous? Possibly. Urgent, speed of essence.\" He once more emphasizes the gold in the coin sack and repeats \"Good pay.\" One of the elves peels off from the rest of the troupe and slinks into the crowd. She weaves between the members of the crowd stopping only a yard or two away from the booth that the three individuals are in. No one steals their show especially not some short stack dwarf that's for sure! She'll be getting what's coming for her... But only when the time is right!"
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Not one to lower her guard while negotiating, Elias quickly noticed the elf as she slipped into view - among the Macen crowd, it was easy to pick them out - and raised her brow at her, recognising her from the floor not too long ago. Her harsh expression concerned her, but there was little she could do.*\n\"I'm fine with accepting this, but it's your call, M'ra.\"\n*She'd glance to her companion, a weak smile flashing on her lips as she awaited her response. The vampire struck Elias as the type to always be up for a good adventure, as long as she was fed and rested, but she'd only met her this evening - they were still strangers, and couldn't hope to predict each other's decisions just yet.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The dwarf wasn't so keenly aware of her surroundings, so the elf from before had slipped completely from her notice. Instead, her focus was on the job presented before them.* \"Well, doin' these sorta jobs are the kinda thing im actually supposed t' do. S' a good thing this one found us. I'm happy with acceptin' the contract.\" *Looking up the the strange man, she gave a short nod, her facial expression tensed up into a calm demeanour. Looking down at the map, she took note in her mind of the location.* \"Hm... It's a reasonable distance away. Though I'm not particularly knowledgable on these parts. Still, better than most the information I get given.\" *A curt smile appeared on her face as she turned to Elias and raised her hand to the man. The girl was either a master manipulator who was trying to get Elias into a terrible spot, or a complete dunderhead who just took jobs on a whim because she \"Thought she could do it\".*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "He nods slowly in response and states \"Will go with. Make sure place clear.\" With that he rises from the booth, grabbing the coin sack and tucking it into his belt and latching it in place with a metal clip. He moves for the exit of the establishment - and like a mountain placed in a river the crowd parts with little more then the force of his presence. He makes no sign of waiting for the two ladies to catch up, however the Elven girl slinks back into the crowd hiding herself - waiting for the two to exit the establishment before slinking out after them."
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "Little pitter patters echoed on the wooden floor as M'ralind cheerfully followed behind the man, her hands on her hips as she bolstered a wide smile and marched onwards. Still she had not noticed the eleven girl, not expecting anything dangerous to come of a simple bit of fun such as the one she'd just had. If push came to shove, though, her playful attitude wouldn't last long.\n\n\"What's yer name, sir? I just noticed I never asked.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*While the knight couldn't shake her suspicion, she followed along without any more questions; preferring to deal with each problem as they came. Elias quickly re-armoured, flexing her gauntlets as they left the tavern, recalling the deal they had made with the owner; but deciding to leave it for now - they would return at some point.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The man grunts in respond to M'ralinds question. He doesn't seem like he's one for conversation, and upon leaving the establishment he makes a beeline for the exit of the town heading westwards. Meanwhile, the elf from earlier skillfully weaves her way through the crowd and exits the establishment. She notices the hulking man from earlier and decides to keep her distance - one of the guys hands could probably crush her skull like it was an egg shell! Regardless, it would seem he is aiming to walk to the location on foot - if no other individuals put in any input or interaction it would probably take about an hour or two of a walk to reach the location."
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "Walking was the way that M'ralind usually traveled, so it wasn't much of a bother to her to continue like this. She already had all her equipment on her, and her summoned weapons could be, well, summoned at any time. Despite her small size, she seemed to almost fly with each step, keeping up easily with the hunk of a man. She began to have suspicions that he might be a Mogash or an Oni, but it wasn't something she cared much for. \"Well, I ain't gonna bother ya much if ya don't like chitter chatter. I do remember that one time that I talked to a fox for so long that it started attackin' me on sight despite bein' such a small lil' thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Her armour clinking quietly as they trundled along, the icy chill rejuvenating her spirit despite the gloom, Elias listened with a muted amusement at M'ra's story, raising an eyebrow at the mention of a fox.*\n\"Probably thought you were stalking it for dinner, dear... Especially after what I caught you doing only hours ago...\"\n*She commented with a sigh, shaking her head slowly.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The man makes no comment, seemingly being all-work and no play. So they walk, with the only social interaction being between the knight and the dwarf. Eventually they turn off the main road and begin to head deep into the plains. Eventually some kind of ruined structure comes into view. Little more then a pile of bricks built into the side of a hill. Standing walls seem to keep the dirt from the hill from burying the structure as a whole, and it seems to be the size of a medium sized house. Though that is only from the outside. The man stops within twenty four yards of the structure and sits cross legged on the ground and nods to the structure stating \"You go.\""
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Grimacing slightly as her intuition rang like a bell, she slowly drew her longsword and rested the edge on her shoulder, pointing inside the room with her free gauntlet.*\n\"Seen these sorts before - morgues use slabs like this... Not liking this already...\"\n*She commented lowly, recalling her helmet and cursing under her breath that she had left it with her horse, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes.*\n\"What'd you make of this? We'll have to get closer to be certain...\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"I'm more worried that it'll fall over our 'eads, y'know?\" *Shaking her head callously, the dwarf peeked her head inside the structure. As a dwarf and a vampire, seeing in the dark was sort of a given, so she wanted to see what she could gather about the insides before wandering in unprotected.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The Light from outside only allows for so much vision. Peaking inside without entering too far into the threshold of the building she notices said room is basically devoid of anything besides rubble and other refuse. On the right there is a doorway and same for the left - straight ahead there's an archway that would indicate a doorway but the doorway itself is blocked off by a slab of stone. No doors hang in either of the doorways to the left and right - and it reeks of animal shit and urine. From this position she can't see into either of the two rooms on the right or left."
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The rancid stench that invaded M'ralind's nose left her scrunching up her nose. Even a scavenger like her couldn't help but want to gag at the smell.* \"Elias, it smells real bad in 'ere. Literally. Somethin's been livin' here at least.\" *Nevertheless, there wasn't much she could do about it.* \"D'you have the gear to make a torch? I can see in there but I don't wan' you gettin' jumped, miss.\""
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{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The journey was grueling. A long march from the meeting location along muddy pathways, avoiding main roads, throughout a thick forest to the city. Then it was a travel through shit stained sewers to avoid the guards, and through a secret entrance into the local black-market beneath the city. But that wasn't the end, they then had to maneuver through the black market - avoiding the never-do-wellers, and making it eventually to the surface. This places them some distance from the barracks - at least a one hour walk through the backstreets and alleyways, which they currently find themselves in. This alleyway in particular has three routes - one which goes forwards - which they were told to follow - and seems to lead to another junction. The others are left and right - the right one seems to lead to a bustling street and the other to a closed door."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Guess i will, give me a sec"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The oni looked at the three junctions. The left junction was obviously the wrong way. The right had a closed door; part of him wondered what was behind that door, and another to just continue the job.*\n\n*The best course of action was to continue forward. Oshikuru does so, not waiting for the kitsune.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*It certainly had been a while since Artoria worked with the Oni, yet that did not diminish the impressions she had of Oshikuru: A simpleminded meathead, who's strength lies only in his body, and nowhere else.\n\nThe first part of the journey was arguably the easiest; what came after was, to describe it simply, awful. Her nose had gotten too accustomed to the the refreshing scents of the wilds, causing the first whiff of the sewer to entreat a muted, but still audible, retch. And that was all to make it to the first stop on the mission: the black market. It was a herculean effort to not act out of turn there; the combination of the stench of shit and the odious smells of the \"Customers\" In the market caused her to have second thoughts about getting hired for a \"Job\" There. The job in question was a classic \"Blood-for-gold\" Exchange - she probably could have done the entire thing alone, though burning the entire place to the ground wasn't exactly subtle. But maybe extra coin would be rewarded for the effort? She put the thought to rest, traveling through the market to reach the surface.\n\nThey - The oni and herself - were told to keep going forwards, but she couldn't help feeling curious about what lied beyond the door to her left. Nevertheless, she followed Oshikuru as he made his way forwards, keeping quiet the entire way.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "They trudge down the pathway they were informed to take. Taking a right turn when they reach the end of this alleyway, then a left here, then doubling back when they accidentally take a right turn when they were supposed to take a left. It's time consuming to say the very least, and by the time they end up where they're supposed to be the sun already seems to be setting in the distance. This however, may be to their advantage - since the barracks is across the street from their position - and though they are placed at the back of the barracks, there are still guards loitering around or patrolling nearby. There's two routes that seem to lead to the front of the barracks from either the right or left - and the back seems to have been made into a training area, with a single wooden door leading inside. The majority of the structure seems a mix of stone (the foundation is stone) and wood (the rest of the structure is wood)."
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*Oshikuru was becoming increasingly annoyed at the twists and turns of the alleyways. He wanted to get stuff done now. He did take note of his companion's adamantine sword and starsteel armor; an odd choice, considering that they were a fire mage. He wondered if they could possibly be worth anything.*\n\n*However, once they reached the barracks, his focus was back to the task at hand. A cart that could be used as cover, though not for him. The closest guard was his target.*\n\n\"I'm going in. Get behind the cart for cover. Or not. I don't care.\"\n\n```The demon rushes forward at the nearest guard, aiming to crush him using his orichalum tetsubo.\nInitiating combat!\nDefense: 19\nAtk 1: 25 | 12\nAtk 2: 31 | CRIT\nKill nearest guard.\nTemp HP: 15\nRage: 4\nFocus: 4```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The constant twists and turns down the alley began to annoy Artoria. It was a miracle that they managed to follow the directions to reach the barracks without getting lost; the entire system was like a maze. Some king needed to fire their city planners with how poorly the area was laid out. It took so long that the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, yet that was exactly when they arrived at their destination. Despite the evening setting in, there were some guards - three, to be exact - patrolling the outskirts of the barracks. Fortunately, they all seemed to be on the same plane as herself and Oshikuru; there was even a cart nearby to use as cover. While the guards were preoccupied with the raging meathead charging towards them, Artoria ducked behind the cover of the cart.*\n\n*Once behind, she clasped her hands together, attempting to cast Splintered Sun. However, when her hands came apart, fire wasn't what appeared between her palms; a violent electric current bounced between them, arcing back and forth with thunderous energy. This concerned her for a fraction of a second, as she did not remember having any lightning based spells, but that wasn't the time; she still could tell it was a powerful attack. As she poked out from the cart, she launched the beam of lightning towards a guard on the farther end of the field, dipping back behind the cart when she was finished.*\n\n\"That,\" *She uttered to herself,* \"Wasn't fire.\"\n``` Artoria casts Chain Lightning at the nearest guard, dipping behind the cart when finished.\n Combat Initiated.\n Defense: 20\n Chain Lightning: 16 Damage, 20 to hit\n ```"
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{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "Oshi rushes forwards quickly closing the gap between the closest guard and himself. Once in range, he sweeps the guards legs out from underneath him using a powerful sweeping attack with his tetsubo. Before the guard can even respond, he grabs the handle with both hands before quickly raising the tetsubo above his head and bringing it down upon the fallen guards head, denting it with a sickening crunch. The guard, is dead on the spot.\n\nMeanwhile Artoria releases a ball of lightning at the nearest still living guard - flying through the air, it collides with the guard three tiles diagonally from oshi - distracted by the brutal execution of his fellow, he is unable to respond as his muscles violently contract - causing him to shake in place as he screams. However, the other guard - perhaps more perceptive then the others, leaps out of the way, avoiding the lightning bolt. \n\n```Guard 1 - Dead!\nGuard 2 - HP 9/25\nGuard 3 - HP 25```\n\nGuard 2 drops his short spear, muttering some words under his breath before shove his palm out in from of him - an ethereal blue orb shoots out, heading directly for Oshi. The other guard does much the same. Once the spell is completed they reach down, picking up their short spears and closing the distance between themselves and oshi.\n\n```Guard 2 - Racial Ability (1/3) \"Arcane Bolt\" (4 unavoidable damage).\nGuard 3 - Racial Ability (1/3) \"Arcane Bolt\" (4 unavoidable damage).```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*Magic? Not even powerful magic. Magic that was sure to hit. Against someone that was very likely to hit. Very intelligent.*\n\n*The demon swings his Tetsubo twice aiming to hit both targets.*\n```Defense: 7\nAtk 1: 25 | 9 Sweep: 9\nAtk 2: 12 | 15 Sweep: 9```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The other guard, while convulsing, was vulnerable. Recognizing this, Artoria focused and attempted to summon a disc; one of the components of her spell Profaned Smite. It worked; between her index and middle finger was a radiant orange disc of fire, which attracted wisps of flame that seemed to amass into the disc itself. She attempted to summon the bolt with her other hand, yet found that she could not. Panicking slightly, she attempted to do it again; it never conjured. All the while, however, the disc in her right hand continued to absorb the wisps of flame that the disc seemed to be a magnet to. The disc grew ever larger, no longer fitting between her fingers; it took place in her palm for now, yet still kept growing. Artoria no longer tried to summon the bolt anymore, seeing that time was critical now - she saw two blue orbs shoot out of each guards' hands, though one relatively fazed. She knew that the guard might return to his feet soon, so she had to act.\n\nAct she did.\n\nThe fiery orb in her palm grew larger, larger than her head. She had no doubt that it would soon envelop her entirely, and she would drown in her own blaze; with a monumental force of will, she manipulated the fireball to compress, to shrink. It shrunk back down to fit the palm of her hand, yet the fire still amassed to it. Again it grew, but again she shrunk it down. With each sequence, the fire seemed to grow hotter and hotter, and changed from a shade of bright orange to a deep scarlet. With each sequence it miniaturized further, eventually reaching the size of an acorn when the wisps of fire eventually disappeared. Though it's size spoke otherwise, she could tell the fire was deadly; perhaps more potent than anything else she'd cast before.\n\nAs the dazed guard struggled to pick up their spear, Artoria launched the fireball at it. With a high-pitched scream, it darted quickly towards the guard as it left fire in its wake.*\n``` Artoria casts Fireball at the momentarily distracted guard. \nDefense = 26 \nFireball: 16 Damage, 14 to hit\n```"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "As the second guard grabs his spear and approaches he is both preemptively struck by a fireball, which sets his wooden oval shield and his clothing aflame, causing him to scream out in pain, which is promptly silenced when his head is knocked aside by Oshi's sweeping attack. It seems the luck of the third guard has finally run out, as the explosion from the fireball engulfs his entire body in flames, causing him to scream out in terror as his skin turns to ash and his clothing bursts into flame. A sickening smell of burnt flesh and hair fills the air...\n\n```Guard 2 - Dead!\nGuard 3 - Dead!```"
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As soon as the fireball impacted the guard, it exploded completely in a powerful, ear-splitting boom. The resulting blast was larger than anything she'd ever cast before; not even when she considered herself at her prime. She winced when she heard the guard cry out in a seared agony, though that was drowned out entirely by the sound of the fireball itself. It seemed to swirl and intensify the longer the fire remained, eventually becoming large enough to completely engulf Oshikuru and the other guard all at once. For a moment, the fire seemed to cease its enlargement as it reached the apex of its fury, then suddenly sputtered out soon after. Her nose caught wind of the scent of scorched flesh; a scent that she'd gotten used to throughout the past two years, yet recently began to silently dislike. It reminded her of the person she used to be: the cold, ruthless kitsune that killed - no, massacred - those who stood in her path, indiscriminate of whether or not they were allies or opponents. Yet killing was something she had to do to survive; this is what she realized long ago. Rather than savor the kill, she became desensitized to it, like how one became insensitive to the action of breathing or blinking. \n\nShe looked at the blackened bodies which stood where the guards once did. Their features, once recognizable, were now completely burned to a char. Yet their final moments of pain were recorded on their faces; their mouths lay agape in a silent scream, black holes replacing where their eyes and mouth once were. She turned away, back behind the cart. Stifling the pang of guilt she received upon witnessing her own handiwork, she instead focused her mind on what exactly had happened to her magic. The spells she'd learned seemed to be unavailable to her, replaced with an arsenal of new ones. How could this have happened? She didn't know. But one thing was certain: She'd gotten more powerful somehow. Once the mission was over, she'd have to experiment around with herself; maybe, just maybe, she could start to puzzle together what happened to her magic. \n\nEmerging from behind the cart, she took steps forward towards the barracks. More guards were bound to meet them. Or not, perhaps, as it was the beginning of the evening, and dinner time was around the corner. Soldiers would probably be gathering in the mess hall; at the very least, if they heard the explosion they would be thrown into a state of confusion, if not panic. Reasoning that they had some time - though not much - she took tentative steps past the bodies, ignoring Oshikuru's wounds as she walked towards the front entrance of the barracks. \n\n\"He'll be fine. He's still standing, anyway.\" She thought to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*As expected, even a somewhat botched swing was strong enough to take out the other guard. Then, there was fire. However, instead of shielding his face and trying to back away like a __coward__ would do, he stood there, letting the flames envelop him. And when the fireball dissipated, Oshikuru stood there, completely unscathed. Not even his armor was singed, and his weapon remained a shiny gold. His blood-red skin looked as if nothing had ever happened.*\n\n*The demon turns towards the fox, and Artoria can see him eyeing her armor and sword before addressing her directly.*\n\n\"Try not to hit your teammates. Next time, they'll end up a charred corpse just like them.\"\n\n*Oshikuru points towards the two corpses with his weapon then marches with Artoria towards the barrack entrance, making sure to crush the charred skull of one of them under his foot.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Artoria noticed Oshikuru eyeing her sword and armor. What was that in his eye? Jealousy? Greed? She couldn't tell. As far as she was concerned, there were nothing behind that gaze but rage.*\n\n\"Noted. Though I can't promise anything. Sometimes,\" *She began, with an icy undertone in her voice,* \"Teammates end up being part of the collateral damage. Mostly for the worse. Though occasionally, just occasionally, for the better.\"\n\n*She turned away, continuing towards the front of the barracks as she heard the crunch of a skull underfoot. A bit extra, though she didn't really care too much of it.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "They walk past the back of the barracks, into the narrow pathway between the barracks and another building. This pathway is relatively long, and by the time they have reached the end of the alleyway to the main road - they can already hear the voices of several Silnari and Macens yelling. In front of them is a collection of roughly six or so guards, dressed in much the same fashion as before. Four of the guards are Macens, and two others are Silnari. Of the Silnari one of the guards seems to be in better gear and carrying an arming sword and a heater shield rather then a spear and oval shield. He wears better armor as well. \n\nBehind them, they can also hear yelling. One guard appears at the end of the pathway, turning his head to look back before yelling something about \"They're over here!\", More voices can be heard in turn and it would seem as if there are enemies approaching from the rear as well. Since they managed to take the guards up front by surprise, they have yet to formulate a response.\n\n\n\nSergeant - (Lathian Silnari) HP; (35) Def; (22) distance; (2 tiles)```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The oni charges in with his tetsubo, swinging at the less armored elf. His weapon transforms into a wicked guandao as he's sure he's going to hit, sweeping it and hitting a macen guard as well.*\n\n```Defense: 18\nAtk 1: 21 | CRIT 26 Sweep 18\nAtk 2: 18 | CRIT 26 Sweep 18\n```\n\n*The demon lops off the top of the Lathian guard's head, with the blade gouging into another's face. Another swing cuts a macen guard in two, also killing the macen from before. 3 down.*\n\n*Guards slain: 5, 4, and 3*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Taking this path was a mistake. There was practically no leeway to move in the path they had taken, which meant that the Oni charging to meet the guards at the end of the path completely obstructed her view. Judging her options, Artoria realized that there wasn't any point in trying to support Oshikuru from where she was; she had to find a better viewpoint around her. Scanning the walls, she noticed that a good majority of it was structured - or at the very least, reinforced - with wood. There was a chance she could climb it, but that would have to wait; she heard a small militia of guards stampede their way towards them, spearheaded by a single one - one who had caught sight of the pair. \n\nAs the guard yelled, \"They're over here!\" To his comrades, Artoria readied another fireball. The oni was inadvertantly acting as cover for the macen, however. There was a little space where she could launch the spell, however; a space that required masterful aim to breach. Yet she took the chance anyway. She trusted her aim, and conjured another fireball towards the end of the pathway.*\n\nDefense: 12\nFireball: 15 damage, 11 to hit ```"
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{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "Before the fearsome red Oni can bring down his weapon upon the two remaining guards they lunge forwards, stabbing their spears into Oshi's midsection. The spear-heads bury deep, and remain even as the guards are swept away by his club - sending their corpses flying to the right. Blood seeps from their battered bodies into the gaps between the stone brick paving. The corpses of the guards just dispatched lay in front of him - but even with his blood pumping and ears pounding he can still hear the boots of the guards impacting the alleyway's stone bricks.\n\nHaving closed the gap between them and the guards, the two guards in front of the group of eight or so guards raise their shields in defense and begin to approach. Meanwhile in the far distance the roar of horns can be heard. Artoria and Oshi estimate that in about five turns if they do not complete their mission and get out of here **The whole city will be here.**\n\n```Front Guards = Dead! Damage (to oshi); 10\nGuards 1 - 8 = HP (28/28)```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The spears didn't even faze him, the demon easily slaying both guards. Turning around, he sees the 8 guards with shields raised. The logical thing to do would be rush straight at them, taking two ferocious swings, the first one a sweeping blow.*\n\n```HP: 55/61\n\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 2/4\n\n\nOshikuru uses 1 rage to dash as a free action!\nOshikuru uses 1 focus for the Sweep play on his first attack!\nOshikuru attacks twice!\nAttack 1: 19 | 17 | SWEEP 8\nAttack 2: 22 | 20 \nOshikuru attacks the closest guard, staying 1 tile away and using reach!\n```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "You respond to tho\n\nI accidentally pressed enter\n\n*The fox heard the sound of horns reverberating throughout the city. They were so sonorous that the source seemed to be within Artoria's own mind; if they didn't wrap up their encounter within a good while, they would be completely surrounded. And at that point, Artoria would be completely depleted of both mana and energy; the last thing she wanted was to engage so many guards in close combat as a mage. Yet she didn't know of any solution that could work quickly enough to wipe out the entire platoon of guards that had appeared before her; with how long it took to eliminate the first troop, these ones would easily sap up enough blows in order for reinforcements to arrive. Despite it, she had to act; staying idle was an invitation for her capture.*\n\n*In that next instant, however, something happened. There was a noise growing in the back of her mind, a noise resounding infinitely in her head. She could not tell what it was; every time she focused in on it, the sound morphed to something else. It was the wind rushing through the air, it was waves pounding against the rock; it was the earth rumbling beneath her feet, and it was sound of thunder roaring amidst a silent night. With each shift it grew louder. And as it grew louder, it brought about an oppressive, looming pain. Closing her eyes in desperation, she saw more; the magical symbols of a circle flashing amidst the darkness; a sapling growing at an incredible pace into a massive oak with roots that sprawled far past the horizon. She heard the singing of a heavenly choir about her ears, which was overtaken by the guttural screaming of monstrous entities. The sceneries changed, the audios transformed, but they all added to the sum of pounding pain that numbed her mind. She was grateful that she stood away from the frontlines, otherwise she'd have surely been slain. It grew louder - surely her head was about to burst with the sonority of the sounds! And louder - she heard her own groan amongst the mystical audio. It seemed as if this wouldn't stop until she died, and for a moment, she wished for death; death to quell the agony.*\n\n*And then it all stopped.*\n\n*All the noises subsided, all the visions dispersing into black again. There was no trace of any sounds that would overwhelm her once more, but there was a single one she could hear. Unlike the others, she could discern what it was instantly.*\n\n*It was fire. It was the roaring blaze of life, the burning element of energy. And as she acknowledge its presence in the back of her mind, she felt herself be filled with mana - with energy. It was a sensation similar to what she had felt in the Hydra's cave as she basked in the mana crystals light, yet much more powerful, in the sense that it felt like her own. But what could she do with it? The answer she knew not, but she could tell that in this moment, she had full control over her magic.*\n\n*Again she summoned a fireball in her right hand, but gave it a twin; in her left, another fireball formed with equal infernal intensity. She raised both arms, seeming to leave sparks in her movement's wake. As she fired them both towards the platoon, she felt a tinge of pity towards them. Their destruction was imminent.*\n``` Artoria uses Final Evocation to cast fireball twice, focusing her magic for the sake of destruction. \nHP: 27/36\nDefense: 7\nMovement: Stays put\nFireball 1: 20 to Hit, 16 damage \nFireball 2: 28 to Hit, 13 damage ```"
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{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"We're just passing by, though we might stay here a little while. Ignore us. Seems like you've got some secrets of your own though.\"\n\n*The demon rests the butt of his weapon on the floor. It would probably be best to hide for now.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"You know, you're not putting up a convincing act. There's an entrance to the black market somewhere in this building. Mind showing us the way?\"\n\n*The shopkeep's surprise was obviously feigned. The door was locked, the windows were barred, and there was no one inside the building aside from the three - it wasn't a stretch to say that he knew exactly who they were.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "He lets out an exacerbated sigh, placing the palm of his right hand upon his forehead and rubbing it lightly before running the hand down the righthand side of his face and asking in a slightly annoyed tone \"I know. I'm just annoyed someone decided to enter my store, even towards the end of the day. I'm only supposed to let people in long after everyone has retired to their beds, and the shop has \"Closed.\" If you can show some proof that you're... Eligible to enter, I'll let you through. Otherwise get the hell out of my shop.\" With that said, he crosses his arms and regards both Oshi and Artoria. His gaze rests upon Artoria for the longest, looking her up and down and raising an eyebrow before continuing \"And before you say anything, no - I was not told to expect either of you. So don't say it, I've heard that excuse a million times.\"\n\nBoth of the arsonists were given a coin that signals their temporary membership in the criminal organization they obtained this job from. It's unknown whether or not that's what he is asking for, but it's worth a try if anything."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Remembering the coin she was given initially, she reached into a pocket inside her cloak and pulled it out. It was really the only thing she could've shown as proof.*\n\n\"Here. This should be fine, yes?\""
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"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace stands idle, focusing on the the trail and oncoming caravan. Wondering himself about how a showdown with the troops could go down. It wouldn't be easy per say, but with the Don it was doable. Speaking of the Don, Horace looks down and to his side, seeing the silver haired Oriate next to him. Now that he thought of it, he'd never seen her in a fight before. As the Don of an underground syndicate however, it was probably better it stayed that way. Who knows what she could, has, or will do after this... All he knew was, whatever it was, he'd probably be a big part of it.*\n\n\"Well... It would be quicker to take them all... But with your being here and all, we might as well take the peaceful way. I'd rather avoid a fight with risks other than ones to myself...\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "\"I can agree with that. No need to take unnecessary risks. One could even say it's times like these where the coin is mightier than the blade.\" *Sutekina would say while flipping a gold coin from her right hand and into Horace's. As she does so she would cast divine guidance on the both of them*\n\n\"Unfortunately, these folks are a bit more firm in their beliefs. A deep pocket won't reach them so easily, so we'll need to sway them with words as well. Everyone loves being whispered sweet nothings, so let's be sure to have sweeter tongues.\"\n\n*She would then hand Horace a sugar cube as well as eat one herself as she casts Trust on the two of them. As the Don it was her responsibility to look out for her underlings, to the the research to best gurantee the success of the job, as well as to prepare for the worst case scenario*\n\n\"On the off chance we fail, I am willing to use force. As my righthand man, I trust that you will protect me with your life, but don't heedlessly throw yours away either. I only have one righthand after all.\"\n\n*She awkwardly reach out for her Capo's hand. This was just to cast the spells of course, but as a lady she couldn't help but acknowledge Horace's firm rough hands. Reliable hands. Hands that will bring prosperity to the gang.*\n\n*Once she made contact Horace would feel his reflexes improve as she cast Enhance Body on the both of them. She was using a lot of mana to do this, but her arsenal was mostly support anyway. It was better to come into battle prepared than to carry out haphazard plans.*\n\n\"Now, I think we're ready. But just to be safe, there isn't reason for the guards to know our face, no? It will make getting away easier as well if things turn south. So to make that easier for the two of us, let me brush you up a bit\"\n\n*She would have to tiptoe to reach Horace's face, most likely requiring him to lean forward so that she could caress his face to slowly mold in into the face of a bland looking elf with the Facial Disguse. However, that didn't sit well with Sutekina who was always fond of sweet and pretty things, so she would go the extra mile to cast O'Handsome to bring some life to his face. She would then hand him some bubble gum while casting Spiderclimb and Fleet of Movement on the two of them. With all the preparations complete, she would clap her hand and smile as a pretty blond haired 'macen'*\n\n\"Think we're all set. Anything else you think we might need Capo?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace would silently go along with Sutekina's preparation, unwilling to ruin whatever she was planning. Accepting her gifts of spell, taking a moment to adjust as he traces his new features with his hand. The new vigor within his body strange and empowering... Something he hadn't felt for awhile now. Eventually glancing down, almost arching an eyebrow at the new face by his side. The disguises provided really seeming to work, as he wouldn't guess the Don even if he tried. Quite the skills Sutekina had, one's seeming absent in Horace's own skill set. Always the brute when it came to adversary, the Don's more elegant ways an unknown. Pausing in mild confusion about her words on protection.*\n\"Of course. I doubt those men could put harm to you anyhow... But i'll be on guard anyways...\"\n\n*Well, enough remarking over her abilities. Horace nods in response, looking back as he eyes the incoming convoy.*\n\"Im mainly concerned about the horses... If all falls through, those will bring our end when someone runs off for reinforcements... But im ready when you are... Lets go make some new friends.\"\n\n*The elf says with a small chuckle, offering his hand to Sutekina as he leads her out of the bushes, swatting branches and bugs that dared come close.*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Horace's first jab misses, with the other hitting. It looks like it hurts, but he's not out yet. He turns to face Horace with his halberd, but not fast enough to strike back.*\n\n\"We got company! One's a Spellcaster!\"\n\n*Meanwhile, Sutekina's Descendance of Radiance completely annihilates the guards caught in the blast. All 3 of them go down, along with the horse.*\n\n*The other soldiers are trying to ready themselves to fight the interceptors.*\n\n\n```3 guards and 1 horse dead```"
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*Sutekina would wince ever so slightly upon seeing the pile of dead bodies at the front. Turns out they couldn't handle the holy energy after all. Perhaps they just had too much corruption in their heart, yes, that's it. Nothing to feel bad over.*\n\n*She would cumulate mana in her hands and look over the scattered masses up from here tree. Assuming her Capo dealt with the one guarding the wagon they were after, they would be at half strength. Their captain was also at the front, and with him gone they now lacked leadership. They were also down a horse. These seemed like good conditions to negotiate in their favor, but she was a cautious woman. It was moments like these where everything seemed to be going fine did things take a turn for the worse. So she would not let up and yell down to Horace*\n\n\"Capo, take that one hostage. It seems these fools are still eager to fight.\"\n\n*She would turn her attention to rest of the guards and put on her best smile to radiate confidence and perhaps a bit of smugness* \n\n\"Did you all not just see what I did to your comrades and your captain? If I were, I would choose to compromise. You are also down a horse. Are these really conditions worth fighting over? Put down your weapons, unless you wish to join your comrades in the afterlife\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "```\nHP: 29/29 \nMana: 8/54\nDefense: 9\nMovement: N/A\nSutekina readies her action to retaliate if the guards refuse to compromise\n```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Thats a little upsetting Horace would internally remark to himself having missed a blow. His displeasure written on his face as the guard suddenly turns around. Said guard's hesitancy would be the end of him however, as hearing the Don's words, Horace sends an uppercut across the Guards jaw. His hands not letting up as he grabs the soldier's shoulders, delivering a knee to his stomach.*\n\n*With the guard presumably dispatched, Horace recovers the body, pulling him through the dirt back to the DOn.*\n\nHP: 39/39 \nTempo: 1/5 \nFocus: 6/6\n\nMovement: 4 West 1 North\nAttack 1: |23|7| \nAttack 2: |23|9|"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The soldier Horace is attacking desperately puts up his halberd to try and defend himself, and he is successful, at least partially. The blow to his stomach still dents his armor and impacts him, but it's not as deadly as before. He retaliates afterward, trying to slash Horace using his polearm, but misses.*\n\n*Sutekina wouldn't be as safe as she thought. The soldiers all pull out crossbows, and the lone soldier moves up, taking aim at Sutekina and firing, though misses. Another takes a potshot as he moves into the trees, missing again.*\n\n*However, the last soldier climbs onto the cart, taking aim. Even though it's hard to hit her, it seems that the soldier is able to reach her, as Sutekina is struck by a bolt.*\n\n\"Get them!\"\n\n```Soldier fighting Horace uses Protect x2\n3 soldiers fire crossbows, 1 hits, dealing 9 Pierce damage on Sutekina!\nSoldier 2 has Half cover```"
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*Sutekina would wince in pain as the crossbow pierced her shoulder. She wanted to cry out in pain, but that would be too unprofessional. She had to maintain appearances infront of her Capo. The fact that her blood would to soak into her fine dress was also not pleasant, so she would do her best to hider her pain with a scowl*\n\n\"Fools! If it's violence you want, then violence you shall receive!\"\n\n*As she yelled that out she would start chanting to release another wave of radiant energy over two of the guards along with their horse. Honestly, did they give up on the job entirely? Wouldn't it have made more sense to flee in that case, to save themselves? What would they get for attacking them here? They wouldn't have enough horses to continue the journey nor the manpower. Were all New Sunlight members this stupid?*\n\n*As she finished those thoughts the chanting would be finished and the wave would wash over them. Unlike before, she did not care about killing them or not. They had made their decision to fight, all she was doing now was fulfilling their wish*\n\n```\nHP: 20/29 \nMana: 0/54\nDefense: 9\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: Guard 1,2,Horse|32|19(29)| Descendance of Radiance\n```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Unfortunately, Horace seems ignorant of Sutekina's injury, the elf busy with his own prey. Dodging the thrust of the spear, Horace's leg quickly flies up like a whip, cracking the guard across the face once more and potentially snapping his neck with the force.*\n\nHP: 39/39 \nTempo: 2/5 \nFocus: 6/6\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: |32|13| Stun! \nAttack 2:"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Horace succeeds in killing the guard, his neck performing a complete 180 and giving him a deadly case of whiplash.*\n\n*The living horses are riled, neighing and trying to rise up, but they have nowhere to run. The second horse kicks the bottom of the cart it's attached to.*"
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*Sutekina would still be breathing heavily from the shoulder wound, but would continue to focus on the last remaining guard*\n\n\"I don't think it really matters at this point... You are no going to be able to escort these prisoners with only 2 horses and yourself. Things could've turned out better for both of us if you were willing to compromise\" \n\n*As she said that she would weakly raise her arms and launch two bolts of radiant energy at the remaining guard, though honestly she didn't have much confidence in them. She was running on fumes, with all her mana drained out she could only cast the lowers tier of magic. But she suppose it was better than nothing. In the end, they had succeeded their task, even if it was far more bloodier than she had hoped*\n\n\"Capo, grab the key from the head guard in the front. Let's finish this job once and for all. Don't worry about me or the remaining guard, I'll keep her distracted.\"\n\n*As she gave out her order, she would do her best to drag her body around the other side of the tree with the help of spider climb on the off-chance that the guard wound want to keep on shooting at her*\n\n```\nHP: 20/29 \nMana: 0/54\nDefense: 28\nMovement: Using spider climb to move behind the tree for full cover from the remaining guard if possible. \n\nAttack 1: Guard 3 |15 |8(15)| Radiant Bolt\nAttack 2: Guard 3 |11 |12(15)| Radiant Bolt\n```"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace would since lightly at the sight before him. A man with his head on backwards, not something you'd typically see. With the man dispatched, the elf soon looks around. Finding the rest of the guards completely destroyed thanks to the Don's magic. It was almost chilling, the amount of life gone within an instant.*\n\n*The Don was not perfect however, and ended up taking a hit herself. To this Horace frowns... But what could be do? It would probably be best if he went to kill the last guard himself and then tended to the Don. But Horace trusted the Don's judgment, standing and taking off towards the Captain's body. A side glance towards Sutekina's way as he notices the wound. A gentle click of the mouth is heard, that arrow should of been at him.*\n\nHP: 39/39 \nTempo: 0/5 \nFocus: 6/6\n\nMovement: 4 east 1 south\nAttack 1: \nAttack 2:"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The guard can only watch as his other two comrades are completely blasted by the radiant energy. He looks past them, expecting reinforcements from the front, but none come. It seems that he hadn't realized that all the others were down.*\n\n\"Wait... You killed them all? You low-lying, scummy bastards-\"\n\n*He drops his crossbow and runs as quickly as he can, but not before he's struck by a radiant bolt from Sutekina.*\n```Guard 3 runs away!```"
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*Sutekina would let out a sigh of irritation. It was unfortunate that it took this long for the guard to come to their senses, but at least it meant the rest of the job would be easier to complete*\n\n*With that in mind, she would still need to keep on distracting the guard till Horace retrieved the rabbit. Wouldn't want to risk the guard getting seconds thoughts and turn around and snipe them, so she would peek around the corner and release two more blasts of radiant energy toward the fleeing guard*\n\n*She would then yell down to the Capo*\n\n\"Be careful when releasing her. There are 8 other prisoners inside. Afterwards check out what is inside the last cart. There seems to be something important inside\"\n\n```\nHP: 29/29 \nMana: 0/54\nDefense: N/A\nMovement: N/A\n\n\n```"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace begins to quickly pat the corpse down. Of course grabbing the keys and pocketing them, though taking a moment to rummage through the pockets. With this, he finds an odd Bronze Pin, deciding to pocket it as well. If nothing else it'd make for a good souvenir... Horace also takes the dagger on the bodies corpse, another one couldn't hurt.*\n\n*With the captain done and Horace willing to wait to take the other corpses, Horace makes his way over to the second cart. Making a short stop as he grabs the guard he'd just killed, bringing him over to the cart.*\n\n\"LISTEN UP ASSHOLES! I'll only say it once! Get to the back of the cart or I'll do to you the same!\"\n\n*He then tosses the corpse at to view, it's head spun clear on backwards. He then looks over the cart, checking the faces of a few men before looking for bunny ears. The elf himself realizes he looks different, so this might not be the best way... But it's the way he knows how.*\n\n\"You! With the bunny ears. Come to the gate.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Assuming Horace actually opens the cart, he would see a vast assortment of prisoners, along with a wooden makeshift shiv now on the floor. Seems like Horace's intimidation had worked.*\n\n*A small figure gets up, and Auburn walks out of the cart.*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "When you threaten to snaps someone's neck with a physical example"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace pauses for a moment. As much as he'd like to drop the charade and all, he was slightly concerned about those in the back. The elf tilts his head, as if confused.*\n\n\"Auburn... Sorry, but now ain't the time for a reunion. Go help the Don, she's injured. I'm going to check the carts.\"\n*The elf says, pointing to the Don as he relocks the door of the cart.*\n\n*The elf wasting no time as he goes to check whatever that other one was, a mysterious and intriguing look about it.*"
},
{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "\"At least unlock my bindings first!\"\n\n*The rabbit holds out her manacled hands and feet. She seems to look even thinner than usual.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace feels Abit flustered as he forgot. Quickly unlocking her bindings and helping to remove them. A noticable stare at the marks left behind... He wondered if they'd heal. It might need some magic, especially with the state she was in.*\n\n\"So this is what New Sunlight calls helping... See if the Don can walk, if you can, get her on the supply wagon at the front. We're taking it all.\"\n\n*With a brief pause to take a response, Horace then finally makes his way to the mystery cart.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Auburn can be seen looking around before finding the Don, and begins walking towards her.*"
}
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{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*Dead eyes nod as Auburn finally speaks, her voice soft and timid.*\n\n\"Do you have any food? They don't treat prisoners too well...\"\n\n*Horace would be able to find a good amount of silver in the cart, along with a bag filled to the brim with knives and a couple pieces of stale bread mixed in.*\n\n*The rabbit turns to Horace, yelling out.*\n\n\"She seems fine!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"Woah... Well this was just made worth my time. Now then.\"\n\n*Horace says, collecting the items before heading off to the head cart. A brief look at the prisoners within, slight pity in his eyes. Poor bastards... But hey, they got caught one way or another and didn't have a back up for saving. He nods back as Auburn yells to him, still unsure if the Don was really okay or not. It was a nasty looking hit, and she could just be putting up a front.*\n\n*Horace tosses the gained items in the head cart, glancing momentarily at the dead horse at the front. What a pain this'll be...*\n\"Better get to work with repairs... Shit this'll be heavy... Don, are you sure you want to take this cart? It might be easier to just move the supplies rather than this horse. Not to mention, if we go along this trail instead of backing up, we'll be going straight into the camp...\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*How pitiful. Was she perhaps too rough with the poor girl? She would look at the supply cart and anger would swell up in her once more seeing the crate filled with the rations for the guards own sustenance. Well, that's just how the system works, but she still found it cruel to not even treat prisoners as living beings. She also had sweets in her pocket, and would pull a jawbreaker out and hold it infront of her toward Auburn*\n\n\"You can have this for now. Once we get the supply cart ready you may eat as many rations as you want. You will be my legs from now on, so it's natural that I will tend to your needs.\" \n\n*Assuming Auburn takes the candy, she would look over the two wagons that still had horses left, the prisoner wagons. They needed those two horses to move the supply and the cart in the back, so they would need to move the prison carts to the front. She would turn to Auburn.*\n\n\"Think you can lead the remaining horses around the cart at the front? Unrein them afterwards and we will hook them up with the two carts we are taking. I'll do my best to clear the path\"\n\n*As she explained her plan, she would charge weak arcane energy in her hands and start to destroy the shrubbery on the side of the road to make it easier for the prison carts to travel through. It would also serve as the space for the supply wagon and the wagon in the back to make a U-turn.*\n\n*She would also address' Horace' concerns*\n\n\"We don't need to move the dead far, just enough space to hook up the two remaining horses to, and then we can have them make a U-turn. That seems easier and quicker than lugging all the supplies onto one cart. What do you think Capo?\""
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Ellena would be going through the city while site seeing. She left her armour back home to get a little bit of a breather from it. She wasn't use to wearing armour for so long and It exhausted her quite heavily. She had gotten lost a few times now, but was getting a hang of finding her way back to the inn she was staying at. She wore thick clothing as she really wasn't a fan of the cold winter*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would be taking a look at some of the vendors to see what her competition would be for her business. She would be dressed in pieces that she had made herself and would be enjoying the beautiful snow with Azura, who had grown quite a bit even though she was still a pup, by her side*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Ellena would too start looking for clothing as she felt she needed some after loosing her clothes she had packed somewhere along the line. She wasn't exactly forgetful. But she wasn't use to needing to remember where she put stuff because she usually stayed at home and kept everything where they should be, otherwise her father would kill her. She would just so happen to be in the same place as Adeliza.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would wind up at the same vendor as Ellena and decided to start some casual conversation* \"These are some interesting designs\" *She'd say as she was looking for some inspiration for her own designs*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Huh, What? Were you you talking to me?\" *Ellena would say suddenly surprised but the sudden attempt to have a conversation. She was more deep in though, hence why she was so surprised. So much in though that she didn't even hear what the random woman said to her to begin with* \"Could you repeat that?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would giggle slightly at the girl's behaviour* \"The fabrics, they have some interesting designs\" *She'd say as she turned to the girl with a bit of a smile*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I... I guess so. I can't really say. I'm not exactly into clothing. I just want some warm clothes to get me though the winter\" *Even though she said that, at least her clothes she had on matched. She could at least tell what looked good on her, but that was about it*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Ah okay. I design clothes so if you'd like I could always make something for you\" *She'd say as she gestured to the clothes she had on*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh. You made those then... I wouldn't mind. But I don't exactly have the money to spend on custom clothing. I would be better of just buying something warm for cheap even if it's expensive\" *Ellena didn't mean to hurt her feeling, but she was thinking more of the cost and she didn't much like fancy clothing. Besides, it would offer little to no protection for her*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well I could make it as a sample for you but suit yourself. I'm Adeliza by the way but you can call me Addy\" *She'd say as she held her hand out for a handshake* \"And this here is Azura\" *She'd say as she tilted her head to her pup*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Wow, this is quite a formal way of greeting a random person, don't you think?\" *Ellena said as she awkwardly shook her hand* \"Guess you can call me Ellena?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"It's nice to meet you\" *She'd say as she looked back at the fabrics* \"Well we can always go get lunch or something together if you'd like a less formal way\" *She'd say with a bit of an awkward laugh*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Now see, if you wanted my friendship, you could just ask. Business and friends are two different thing.\" *She said before nodding at her own statement* \"I wouldn't mind lunch. Just don't take me too far from here... I seem to get lost quite easily in new places\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She'd giggle* \"Don't worry, I know a nice cafe with a nice fireplace\" *She'd say as she pointed to a place that seemed to have many happy customers. It was one of Addy's favourite places to eat*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well If it has a fireplace, then I'm sold. Lead the Way Adeliza\" *She'd say, using her full name still.* \"Come one hurry up\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Alright let's go\" *Azura would trot ahead of them and would lead them inside to a table that was near a fireplace. Once they sat down, a waiter would come to them and take their orders*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Ellena would take off her outer coat and would have a thin, black and long sleeved shirt. Seemed she wore this allot* \"Finally some heat. I'd much rather burning to death the freezing to it\" *She said with a huge smile and with a sigh or relieve* \"Thank you Adeliza\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would giggle a bit at her comment* \"You're welcome! Now, what would you like to order?\" *She'd say as she looked at the menu that the waiter gave them*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You pick something for me. Something warm\" *She said as she laid back in the chair as she relaxed a bit* \"I don't want to spend hours on choosing between things I've never eaten before. So surprise me\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She'd then flip through the menu to see what they had* \"Alright we'll take two meat stews with some roasted meat skewers\" *She'd say as she handed the menus back to the waiter. The waiter would nod before going to prepare their food*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"That sounds good enough. Stew this time would be perfect\" *She would then get chills* \"After this it's back to the cold, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well we can stay here for a little while if you'd like\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I'm not going to be a bother to these fine people. It would be rude of me\" *Even though that's what she said, her face said different*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"No it's quite alright besides I don't really want to go back out either\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I can understand that. So. You said you work with clothes?\" *Ellen's asked as she started to look around*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yes, I sell clothes in the market outside and the clothes are made by me. I even take custom orders too\" *She'd say as she saw the waiter come back with their food*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I guess we kind of have the same work. A little related I guess\" *She said before sitting back up straight in anticipation for the food*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Is that so? What do you do?\" *She'd say before thanking the waiter and eating her food*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I make armour. Steel is my profession. Though I guess I can do leather too\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Oh that's quite interesting! Where do you get your materials from?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well. Usually my family would arrange for the parts from our sources. But now I'm going at it alone. Want to built up my own shop and everything\" *He said as she began eating*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"My those are quite the aspirations\" *She'd say as she gave a bit of meat to Azura*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well my older brother is taking on our family forge and I don't want to be an extra, so I'm expanding out branches a bit I guess\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I see well the markets here are always bustling so I'm sure you'll get good business\" *She'd say as she continued eating*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"And not to brag or anything, But I am a pretty good smith if I say so myself. I can even mend or craft weaponry. Though not as good as my armour\" *She said with pride in her eyes*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"My those are quite the accomplishments. I don't think I personally know anyone who does that so if I need any of those things, I'll definitely be coming to you\" *She'd say with a smile*"
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I'm sure you will and then you'll be leaps and bounds ahead of them\" *She'd then call the waiter over* \"Could we please get some more of the meat skewers and some more stew with bread?\" *She thought that adding the bread would help to fill her up more. The waiter would nod before going to get their food*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I wouldn't go that far. But yes, I'll be expanding our branches a bit over here. And I get to do what I love doing, as well as making money I guess\" *She said before smiling at Adeliza ordering her some more food*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well that's the most important part, not loosing sight of what you love\" *She'd say as she gave some more meat to Azura*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I do agree. And what's better than making money while doing the things you like doing\" *She said as she waited for the food to arrive. Once it did, she would immediately start eating*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Doing all that with the people you love\" *She'd say with a soft smile as she patted Azura would look up happily at them*"
}
] | 41 | 228 |
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You have. Must be great having someone to support you in your dreams\" *She said as she finished her food with a satisfied sigh*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yes and we intend on having our own business together\" *She'd say as she settled back into her chair, getting a bit more comfortable*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"And what will he be doing in this business?\" *She asked as she followed Adeliza's example and relaxed in the chair*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well he's also a travelling merchant so he'll be selling things like meats and furs and such\""
}
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29 | 2022-02-10 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Furs. So I guess he can help you with some materials, huh?\" *She asked while thinking* \"Maybe even help you out with prices, because he's buying and selling. He probably know what the average price for what is, huh.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yes he helps me a lot\" *She'd say with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well he sound quite helpful *She said as she looked at the fireplace*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"He definitely is\" *She'd say as she looked at Azura and began to pet her* \"So what do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?\""
}
] | 25 | 116 |
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Who's a cute girl?\" *Ellena would say as she attacked Asura with pets and pats, a little firm, but not hurting her*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Azura would wag her tail as she played with Elena. She was truly a happy pup right now but she was also very well trained* \"She really likes you\" *Addy would say with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I really like her too. Isn't that right girl?\" *She asked with a smile before she finally stopped petting him with a final boop on the nose* \"Good girl\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Azura would sit in front of Elena and look up at her with her tongue sticking out and her tail wagging against the floor almost as if she was waiting for something - most likely a treat of some kind*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*She would take of a piece and give it it her* \"There you go girl.\" *She said as she gave her another pat*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would smile as she watched the two bond* \"You know, when we go back out later, you can play fetch with her\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Thank you, but I'd rather not.\" *She said with a smile before leaning back in her chair*"
}
] | 29 | 82 |
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"She the only one under your care?\" *She asked as he looked at Adeliza stature* \"Or is she all you're willing to tolerate for now?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"She's the only one I have at the moment. I may consider getting another one in the future so that she has some company\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I have a feeling you might be getting more. Whether it's people or animals, I think you'll have your hands full\" *She said with a slight laugh. She was just joking around*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would giggle a bit* \"I don't think you'll be wrong about that\" *She'd say as she ruffled the top of Azura's head*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well If I'm right. I do wish you luck\" *She said as he giggled with her*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Honestly, I wish myself luck too\" *Since she knew very well that her boyfriend wasn't going to help her too much*"
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"For you or for me?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"For you of course. Wolves and ravens do tend to get along a hole lot. Well that's what I hear anyway\" *She said with a giggle*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I think I might go with a bit of a gentler bird\" *She'd say a bit hesitantly*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Like what? I didn't think Ravens were ungentle\" *She said tilting her head a bit*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well I have nothing against them but I'd like to go take a look at some birds\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"An owl? Maybe a parrot\" *She said with a had on her chin* \"I honestly can't imagine having a bird. Forge is to hot and noisy\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"An owl might not be a bad idea\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"They sleep during day though. So that might be a problem\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yea that's true. I kind of forgot about that\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Why not a parrot?\" *He asked before looking at Azura*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well a parrot would be a good companion... Especially at times when my boyfriend isn't there\" *She would mutter the last part as she was a bit upset about that*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I don't know what the relationship between you guys are, but that's really non of my business anyway\" *She said as she shrugged it of* \"But parrots can sometimes be annoying you know. Especially if their not given attention\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yea plus they do talk quite a lot so I'm not entirely sure how I'd feel about that\" *She'd say as she stroked Azura's fur*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"More than just talk, They bark, how even open door after hearing it a few times\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well I think I'll decide on that later but for now, let's talk about something else\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Like what. Have anything in mind\" *Ellena asked before she began to massage her upper legs a bit*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well how about we order something warm to drink and some pastries?\" *She'd say with a smile*"
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would giggle* \"I guess you could say I have a thing for the arts or anything that involves a bit of creativity\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I don't know if blacksmithing involves any of that. Except when making more... Decorative creation\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well it certainly involves quite a bit of strength\" *She would say at the thought of having to hammer so much iron and other metals*"
}
] | 28 | 80 |
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Ellena would flex her arm showing her biceps. Quite muscular all around* \"Yup, That and discipline\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would giggle* \"I think you and my boyfriend should see who has more muscle\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well, What does he do?\" *She asked as she blushed a little bit*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well his job isn't necessarily muscle forward but he is obsessed with working out and keeping up with his training\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well training is really important. As well as working out. I will admit, my profession does give me a work out, but I like to work out separately. Just feels better being able to do stuff much easily. Like being able to pick up heavy thing and what not. But needing to constantly ask someone else to help with heavy lifting is quite annoying. How about you? You like working out too?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Ah yea that's a fair point. Sometimes but I do enjoy swimming, yoga, and meditation and if it's nice out, I like dancing in open fields since I feel like I can just set myself free, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Mmm... I never felt like I wasn't free. But I mean, do you do heavy work outs. If you wanted to spend some time with your bf, I do believe he'd appreciate you working out with him. I mean... I do miss working out with my brother\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well him and I do some exercises and workout sessions together which are nice but oftentimes he tends to do them before I wake up\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well that sounds nice. Maybe me and him should do some work out together as well. He might have some tips and tricks\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yea! I think he'd very much like that\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"But other than that. What else do the too of you do together?\" *She asked before finishing her hot choco and ordering more*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh, No. Nothing. Just thinking out loud to myself. Don't worry about it. It's nothing\" *Ellena would say slightly blushing to her slip of the tongue*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Are you sure?\" *Addy would say as she ate some of the pastries*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yeah I'm sure. No anyway. How's the food?\""
}
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21.666667 | 2022-03-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"It's really delicious! Would you like to try some?\" *She'd say as she gestured to the plate of pastries*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Don't mind if I so *She said as she took and ate one.* \"Really is delicious\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would continue eating, not entirely sure about what to talk about next*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I do hope we can see each other again sometime... Maybe we'll see each other again sometime in the future\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I do hope so as well. I really enjoyed getting to know you\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Same. Well I must be on my way\" *Ellena said before giving Azura a pat on the head* \"You too cutety\" *Ellena would stand up and stretch. After she would place her amount due on the table* \"Have fun\""
}
] | 24 | 94 |
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The dwarf assumed that Okami was the aforementioned vampire from Terrel's story earlier on, unable to differentiate it as a male or female name. It wasn't exactly her fault, considering how she'd grown up with a vastly different naming scheme. Then again, she'd spent more years outside her home than she had in it, so there really wasn't much of an excuse for her being so unaware.* \"I hope they're alright being subjected to my *Inhuuuuuuuman* Experiments and *Scaaaaary* Drugs!\" *The short lady chuckled to herself as she joked about the artificial blood she was to offer to Manon.*\n\n*As she entered the tavern, her head immediately tilted to a level where she'd be looking right at anyone's face as she scanned the surroundings. Looking for a face that had responded to their arrival, looking for a particularly big group sharing time with each other to burst into, realising that she was here with Terrel and shouldn't be running off to some other stranger just because it was fun. Her crimson eyes glinted with satisfaction as she looked back to Terrel and waited.* \"Take us to the friendlies! I got stories to collect.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She finished hanging her sheets in her room to dry. Finally finished washing her bedding from the incident last night. While washing she happened to find multiple chunks of skin and charred dirt, frankly it was disgusting. She regretted cleaning the bedding first as her tub of water wasn't exactly suitable for her casual clothing. So she picked up an arm full of her clothing at walked across the hall towards Terrel's room. Once inside she dropped her clothing inside his tub.*\n\n*She nearly ran out things to wear except for the purple dress she wore a day or two ago. The dress was the reason why she decided to do more maintenance than go down near others. Even for the middle of the day, business downstairs was booming with cheers. Her back pressed against the bathroom wall as she waited for her clothes to soak, her eyeslids closing as she relaxed.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would enter in the Tavern after M'ra, glancing around briefly in half expecting the Vampiress to be around only to not see her in the main part of the Tavern. It left only a couple other options. Either she went out to do something in the town or she was still upstairs in the room.*\"Just try not to kill her in your experiments.\"*He'd say, playing around with her jokes.*\"Would be a shame to go that way.\"*The thought made Terrel think back to one of his previous doctor friends, one who was more keen on experimenting with things. \n\nThe Elf had willingly been a subject to it at the time and, fortunately for him, he was still fine from it. It was a wonder if he'd ever feel different from it though.*\"She may be upstairs if you want to get a booth for us.\"*He'd say, deciding not to immediately lead the Dwarf to their living quarters with the others haven't not met her yet. Better to meet in a more common area anyways.*\"I'll go head up and see if she's still here.\""
}
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ra put her hands behind her back, curling her fingers together as she walked through the tavern. It didn't seem appropriate to go upstairs, no, so she agreed with Terrel's suggestion.* \"I'll go reserve a booth and sit down at it, then. Just don't take too long, or I might start taking notes on everyone's conversations again.\" *Chuckling softly, she went off to the bar and requested a booth.*\n\n*As she went and plopped herself down on one of the seats, she found herself inconvenienced by her height once more. The table was too high, the chair wasn't high enough, her head barely poked over the edge of the table, yada yada. She found herself sitting down on her legs to make up for the lacking height, plopping her bag down on the table and taking out from it a hefty looking notebook. It was mostly empty right now, but it was clear that it was made for a long amount of writing to be deposited.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would give a nod to her, soon turning away from the Dwarf as he'd begin making his way up the stairs to the hallway that ran between the different rooms. He'd pass by the other doors until he had made his way to where their rooms were.*\"Manon.\"*The Elf would call in his usual low tone. He would stand outside her room, waiting just by her door for her to come out without the knowledge of her going back and forth between the rooms. Terrel gave only a brief knock to it, one quickly growing louder with the time that passed before he'd soon move his hand away to let it resonate for a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She opened her eyes at the sound of her name coming from down the hall. At first she thought she was imagining it but then came the knocks. Placing a palm down against the floor as she pushed herself into a standing position. From there she made her way to the door leading into the hall before poking her head through. She took a step into the hall so Terrel could see that she wasn't in her room, but his.* \n\n\"I'm in your room, I wanted to use your water since mine is pretty... Disgusting.\" \n\n*She wasn't aware of the visitor waiting in the tavern below so she turned and went back into his room and into the bathroom. She kneeled down in front of the tub and began scraping away at the mud or dirt that accumulated from their travels and day to day activities. She didn't dislike the purple dress she wore, she just disliked being looked, being discovered. It isn't usually long after someone pays attention to the druid that they realize she's a vampire and thus a liability to those around her.*\n\n\"The faster I clean my clothes, the easier I can blend in.\" \n\n*She said loudly, assuming that Terrel was in talking distance. If not she would just be talking to herself, It's how she felt most of the time when around Okami or Terrel. One is probably thinking all types of wild thoughts and the other doesn't give an inkling if he heard or cared for that matter.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*A group of three sat at a round table, beers clinking and a round of cheers as they set to their drink. One, a young Macen, had hooked his arm around the shoulders of another, a much taller Silnarian. The two had beaming smiles on their faces, though their contrasting appearance seemed to make the third, another Silnarian, scoff and insult the young Macen's uncouth appearance. Talks of celebration and joy rung out from the group, a marriage. \n\nTo the other side of the tavern sat a lone woman. Sharp eared, she looked orderly, her head bearing a few lines of grey in otherwise brilliant bronze coloured hair. She had no hood on, for she had no stories of hiding to tell. No, what she had was a warm soup in front of her and a smile as she spoke quiet words of the past. \"It smells just like mama's...\" She said, digging into the meal, her clothes wrinkling about as she moved and forming two long, straight folds crossed with each other at her waist. \n\nAt yet another table there was a group of loud youths. They all looked to be barely old enough to drink, but it still felt strange to see what was by all means a gang of little ruffians in an adult's establishment. \"She kissed me yesterday, I swear it!\" Said one, his palms slamming down against the table. His friends did not respond kindly, throwing out a few snickers and sipping on their still almost full beer. \"Say mums, or ya DIDN'T!\" The boy flashed red, dunking the rest of his drink in one go, a loud burp leaving his mouth. \"M-\" That was all he managed to get out before another burp erupted and he put a hand to his stomach. \"I shouldn't have drank all that at once...\" Laughs echoed in the tavern.\n\nThe once empty pages of M'ra's notebook were slowly filling up as her eyes casually glanced from person to person. They never stayed long enough to be noticed, but they didn't need to, as her ears did most of the work. It would be prudent if Terrel to return with his companion soon, else she might start up a conversation with any one of the poor fools and take up the rest of their day."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would shift his gaze over to Manon as she'd suddenly come out of his room.*\"Why are you-\"*The Elf would begin, only for her to answer his question in explaining that she needed to use his water to clean her clothes since hers was too dirty. At first he considered questioning what could possibly have caused her water to be that dirty, but after some thought, he figured he didn't need much of an answer.\n\nHe'd give a light shake of his head.*\"Nevermind.\"*Terrel would say.*\"Come on, there's someone here to see you.\"*Giving a tilt to his head towards the hall where he had come down, he'd gesture for her in suggestion of them heading downstairs.*\"Won't take long. You can get back to cleaning up right after.\"*He'd continue, deciding not to explain the potential of the Dwarf staying and traveling with them for whenever they eventually set off from Salvania. Perhaps it was better for her to get to know M'ra first.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She scrunched her eyebrows together about this mysterious visitor he brought. In fact she didn't move at all towards the hallway as he suggested. She knew full well that nobody knows she was here because nobody cared. Which meant Okami and Terrel felt the need to bring someone to her. Manon's hands clenched into fists as she stood up from the tub. She could certainly say that surprises were something she had enough of these past 6 years. This surprise just kicked in her fight or flight responses. She stood up from the tub with water dripping down from her knuckles as she walked past Terrel and into the hallway.*\n\n\"I can't say I was expecting a visitor. I don't remember you saying anything else about meeting someone.\" \n\n*She didn't have a place to wipe her hands which ended up leaving small drops of water that lead from where she came from all the way down the stairs of the tavern. Once there she stopped at the bottom step, waiting for Terrel to regain the lead since she didn't know who she was even looking for. A part of her hoped it was another adorable wolf, but it wouldn't make sense to leave the others behind just to obtain a newer one.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Consider this an unexpected visitor then.\"*The Elf would suggest casually.*\"Turned up earlier today and they seemed pretty inclined to meet you.\"*Whether or not that was fully true, the Elf didn't know nor did he care enough. M'ra seemed to be one to enjoy meeting other people and in her knowledge of vamps, perhaps she could take an interest in assisting Manon. At least, that was the hope anyways for at this point, they were running low on options. Hardly anywhere to find the information on vamps and any viable option in helping her, seeming to only make things worse. \n\nNeedless to say, it was far from their expertise, and the constant blunders only seemed to support it. He'd follow Manon down the hall back to the bottom of the steps where she was waiting for him. Before he could get so much as another word out, the words of the Dwarf would travel over to him, causing him to shift his gaze away from Manon over to M'ra in her louder than needed voice.\n\nWell that was one way to make an introduction. He supposed it was good that she seemed the least big excited to meet the young vamp, perhaps allowing her to spark conversation with Manon.*\"Manon, this is M'ra.\"*He'd say, gesturing towards the Dwarf as if she needed any extra pointing out with her boisterousness.*"
}
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon turned her attention to the dwarf, Although she wasn't too excited to this sudden encounter she still brought a smile. This was the first time in a long time that she had met a dwarf before. She remember reading about them in her school books as a young girl, usually the most gifted at creating items if she recalled correctly. There was something off about the dwarf though. She couldn't exactly place her finger until she saw the teeth.* \n\n\"Good afternoon.\"\n\n*She said slowly, her gaze turning to find where Terrel had gone. Truth be told, she half contemplated yelling at him on the spot for bringing her to meet another vampire. It was obvious that the smile was becoming less genuine as she thought about what this vampire probably has done to others. Attacked, killed?? For some reason Terrel decided to bring her here for an introduction. Surprises never seemed to be good.*\n\n\"I guess I am to meet you. I wasn't exactly prepared to meet another person, let alone another vampire\" \n\n*She lowered her tone when speaking about their unique disposition. She wouldn't want them to get chased out if word had gotten out.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Oblivious to Manon's less than favourable thoughts and speculations about all the horrible things M'ra must have done as a vampire, the dwarf's smile just kept it's radiant and cheerful tone as she sat herself more comfortably and less... On her knees. Her hair was pulled over one ear, tugged behind, and to her side was a large bag, clearly one made for travelling.*\n\n\"Nice t' meetcha too! Ain't often I meet another one. Though it's a shame I ain't found someone like me yet.\"\n\nHer head bobbed ever so slightly from side to side as she turned to Terrel and whisper-shouted.* \"Hey, Terrel, would you mind getting me a drink? Whatever's fine, I'll pay for it.\" *Contrary to some misconceptions, a vampire still had their moooooortal pleasures to enjoy, and as is the nature with a dwarf born of a man who, by all accounts, was the ideal Kejomujian acolyte, M'ra had an appetite for drinks and celebration.*\n\n*She tapped her fingers on the table. How many stories did Manon have to tell her? How many could M'ra share with her? The hook of a vampire who was bad at being a vampire appealed to her as a very clumsy description. The look of tension on Manon's person conveyed the discomfort she seemed to have perfectly clearly, one which M'ra found nothing but intriguing.* \n\n\"Introductions are due, mm? My name's M'ralind Varangr, daughter of Tubrock and Majil! Met Terrel a while back in Ulnoor, used to have a shop there. I write stories!\" *Cheerfully, she picked up the notebook and gave its leather cover a few hearty smacks as she set it back down. There was really no indication of any malevolent behaviour. To Manon, however, that might just be indicative of the cunning of these creatures.* \"I'd like t' know you better!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Get her a drink? Part of Terrel suspected that she was just trying to get rid of him for the two to talk. That or he had suddenly just become an errand boy. He supposed they can have their talk about whatever vampiric things they wanted to, though he doubted Manon would have liked it too much knowing her hatred of that side. His gaze would shift over to her as she looked to him. Nothing more than the usual blank stare of his mask would indicate much. She was a vampire, eventually Manon would have to learn that there were others, some of which aren't always monsters and she tended perceive vampires as or maybe herself more so. She was hard to read at times.\n\nWith M'ra pulling out a notebook, seemingly about to write stuff down of what he could assume to be their future conversation, Terrel would say:*\"Alright. I'll be back...\"*The Elf didn't have much reason to return any sooner than needed. Sure, Manon would probably hate him for it for some reason, but he found himself looking for ways to make better use of his time.\n\nHe was sure word of whatever they talked about would come back to him someday, whether that was from yelling it or casually saying it. The former seemed more likely. Heading away from the pair, Terrel would make his way to the bar, deciding to just get water for the group. More so for himself, but after the recent events with Manon, it was probably better that she just had water too, a third just being another addition to it. He'd silently watch the pair from where he stood out of earshot. Well, out of earshot for anyone speaking at a normal tempo.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"My name is Manon. Not to be rude but is there a reason behind this meeting? The last person Terrel went to visit I wasn't really allowed to join. So being allowed to meet you makes me think of a ulterior motive.\" \n\n*Manon placed her hands on her lap as she watched M'ra. Her gaze shifting from Terrel leaving for the bar and then to the notebook that the dwarf tapped. She assumed the leather book was filled with stories she had written, none of which Manon felt the urge to listen to. With her unchecked fire magic and most of her clothing being too dirty to even wear currently, Manon had more pressing concerns on her mind.* \n\n\"You what to.. What?\"\n\n*This started to feel like a play-date that was created by Terrel. Again she looked over her shoulder towards Terrel, her brows scrunched together as she had more questions than answers it seemed. She never placed much thought about how she felt about other vampires, giving she has never met one before. She was slowly realizing she didn't much care for other vampires, especially since they're the sole reason why her life has been complicated so far.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*An ulterior motive, huh? M'ra's mind flashed with ideas of playfully assuming the role of an evil, secretive mastermind, out with a mysterious plan to rule the province! However, the woman in front of her could take it too literally. She didn't look like she was in the mood to joke about either, despite how much M'ra would have liked to do so. Regardless, she wasn't here to joke about... Well, not for the most part.*\n\n\"I met Terrel in Ulnoor. I ran a shop there, and it was a nice coincidence t' meet him here as well!\" *M'ra had turned her body to the side while continuing to face the vampiress in front of her with a more gentle expression than before. Her hands scurried through her bag as she began to take out from it a few flasks, and some crude looking equipment. She saw the look of scrutiny that Manon held, her breath pausing for a moment before she spoke.* \"...He told me you drunk synthetic blood and it 'didn't stay down'. I-I sold flasks in my shop, so he thought he'd ask me for some help, and since I've been working out the method to produce my own, I agreed.\"\n\n*Her words had a lot less flourish than before as she indicated the tools in front of her. They were rather simple, lightweight even, they had to be carried in her bag along with a lot of other things after all. M'ralind still smiled, her cheeks much softer now as she looked up to the elf in front of her with a soft meekness to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would take a seat at the bar, the waters being brought out soon after. He'd consider bringing them back at first, though looking back at the two talking to one another, he'd decide to take his time for now. Grabbing his own glass, he'd take a nice sip from it before soon relaxing in his seat.\n\nWith him staying at the bar, a waiter would come by and ask if he'd want anything else, to which he decided to get a small cup of fruit, mostly for his Furrow that so often sat hidden in his hair. Few know of him, though in him having time now, the Elf would wait for the waiter to leave once more before reaching into his hair and tugging the small bird out of it. Tzu would let out an angry chitter in being removed from his resting place to which, Terrel would simply place him on his shoulder for the time being while he waited for the food to come back before he could return to the others.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon looked between M'ra and Terrel a couple of times, alternating from the another before slowly coming to her own thoughts about the situation. First she wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that Terrel is telling strangers about her. For all the times she spends trying not to stand out and draw attention for him to just tell people anyways was unsettling. She'd have to have a conversation with him about it later.*\n\n\"What else has he said about me to you?\"\n\n*She removed her hands from her lap and placed them on top of the table. Hunching forward to hear what she had been told so far. The smile she wore was gone unfortunately, mainly due to the fact she didn't have any time to mentally prepare herself to face a vampire. As she waited for the dwarf to speak, she flipped her left hand over so her palm faced upwards.*\n\n\"May I see one of these flasks, also am I some test subject now?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind wasn't quite sure whether to give the last fact that Terrel had told her about Manon or not. On the one hand, how harmful could it be? It was the last thing as well, and it was better to at least come clean and not have her distrust her right off the get-go. But on the other, should she really dump more dirt on Terrel? \n\nAh, whatever. She looked to Terrel as he sat at the bar, not bringing their waters back like she had already expected him to do. If he wasn't here, he couldn't complain about what she said.* \"He didn't say that much, actually. He's a good friend, as much as ya might like t' disagree with that sharp look o' yers.\" *Her tone went a little softer as she took one of the vials, passing it over to Manon promptly and starting to pack up the tools. Really, they were just to show that she was serious about what she was saying, so they had proved their purpose already to M'ra.* \"Ah, I warn ya though, I only started practicing a few months ago. I can make somethin' edible, it'll work as synthetic, but it ain't gonna taste very nice.\" \n\n*The flask was made of well enough made glass - it seemed like the dwarf in front of Manon, despite being a vampire, still held true to their lineage with her skills in craftsmanship. The covering had the mark of her shop, after all, proving that it was indeed her own make. Inside was a deep red liquid, though it's colour looked quite different from actual blood. A little shinier, a little less thick.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As the cup of fruit would soon brought out, Terrel would take one of the berries from it and pop it into his mouth, soon giving one to his Furrow for the small bird to snack on. Leading up to now, he hadn't really been paying attention to the two, figuring they wanted to converse to themselves for a while. He'd turn to look back over to them, watching M'ra hand off what could have been one of the blood vials she had. His Furrow would soon chirp at him, breaking his attention away as he'd give him another berry.*\"Alright, alright.\"\n\n*Grabbing the two remaining cups of water, the Elf would get up from his seat and begin heading back over to them. It took much longer with having to make sure they didn't spill over, but soon enough, he'd make his way back and place the two cups on the table for them.*\"Furrow was hungry, decided to get him a treat while I was over there.\"*The Elf would say as if to defend his absence before he'd take a seat nearby. Now being able to relax back a bit, he'd take the time to hand feed Tzu so the two could continue their conversation, seemingly not very invested in what they were talking about as much as watching his bird eat at the berries in his hand.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Am I supposed to drink it now or when I'm actually hungry?\"\n\n*She didn't mention that out of all the vials, she'd probably drink this one last. She handed the vial over to Terrel, not that he was her baggage holder but she would probably lose it or worse, drop it if she held onto it. She already managed to leave the umbrella Okami gave her at the library, It was only a matter of time before this vial ended up missing due to carelessness. She turned her attention to Terrel, a look of disapproval written across her face before she opened her mouth.* \n\n\"I don't appreciate you telling people about what I am. You know how hard I go to not stand out. Even if they are a friend of yours.\" \n\n*This wasn't all she wanted to say but as long as this dwarf was in their company, she would store it for later. She turned her head back to M'ra before bowing within her seat. A form of gratitude since she didn't possess any coin of her own. Most of the stuff she does was out of charity of her heart, as much as Terrel probably despised having to purchase things on her behalf all of the time.* \n\n\"Thank you for this, The last batch was tainted with rotten blood, I presume.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The little woman wasn't aware of Manon's many concerns, her mind already wandering to topics of conversation and stories to ask for. It was only her comments to Terrel that made her snap back to reality for a moment.*\n\n\"Oh, uhm, Miss Manon, I don't think ya should worry 'bout that. I was the one who asked. And besides, it's all worked out well, ain't it? I don't think he would 'ave said it if I wasn't a vampire as well!\" *Her cheerful tone really undermined the heavy thinking that Manon put in, but she hadn't noticed that. Her hands deftly organiser her bag again as she flipped the pages of her notebook open and looked up to the two.*\n\n\"Drink it whenever y' like. It shouldn't make ya puke, if I'm able to drink it.\" *The dwarf had to seat herself on her legs to match the other two's height, but it gave her the image of a youth trying to appear taller than they were.* \n\n*M'ra hear a soft munching to the side of Terrel's head, her eyes scanning to find the little bird feasting on some fruit like the adorable little thing it was. Her eyes lit up as she lifted herself up and leaned over the table, looking closer at the bird.* \"What's his name? He looks adorable!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd take the vial ever so casually as she handed it to him, most of his attention on feeding Tzu as he'd simply pocket it for the time being. With Manon saying how she didn't appreciate him telling M'ra about her while having preference to not stand out, the Elf would eventually respond.*\"You've already walked out in the middle of town in a bright purple dress and travel with two men wearing overtly colorful animal masks. I think trying to not stand out went out the window ever since you you decided to leave the forest with us.\"*He didn't care much for her supposed efforts in hiding herself. If she were so concerned by it, she'd at least pretend not to associate with the two most over and under dressed people in the city.*\n\n\"Besides, it's kind of hard to get vials of blood without someone asking questions. There's only ever one reason to get them and that's either from being a vampire or associating with one as far as I know. M'ra at least had some we could use so that you didn't have vomit your stomach back up every other time you tried it.\"*Not once had he looked back at her. He had grown used to her comments at him to which at some point wondered if his efforts were worth it. At the very least M'ra could save him the money because after the events that took place not even a few days before, it already seemed like a waste. He couldn't help the Vampiress anymore than he already had, her problems with her own self making it impossible for him to assist her in anything more than just giving her the basic necessities and having to hear a complaint of it afterwards.\n\nEventually his focus would transfer to M'ra in her asking about his bird.*\"Tzu.\"*He'd say to answer her question, giving the bird a light pat on the head before he'd wrap his long tail around the Elf's shoulder so that he could rest atop it.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Well thank you again for the vial.\"\n\n*She looked at Terrel for confirmation that this meeting was finished. She didn't have anything particularly interesting to share let alone with a total stranger. It wouldn't make sense for her to get anymore attached that she already was, not when she felt like she had been more a nuisance than a welcomed guest. As she laid awake in bed during the long nights, she thought about her little forest. How comfortable it was to be there. The smells of the morning dew and the overall silence of the forest depths.*\n\n*Manon gave a bow of her head before standing up. She gave a glance between Terrel and M'ra before taking a step away from the table.*\n\n\"I'm sure you both have plenty to talk about.\"\n\n*With that she turned on her heels and went back to Terrel's room where her clothes were now probably fully soaked.*"
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ra opened her mouth to speak again to Manon, her hand reaching up into the air to wave at her. It was a tad too late though, as she was already about to leave the room when her words got out of her mouth.* \n\n\"I wanna hear about your forest later!\" *It was a simple request. M'ra knew how much home meant to most people, herself included. After having spent so long in the comfort of her children, it had torn her apart to have left her orphanage. Sometimes the only thing that really helped settle the discomfort of being far from home was talking to someone else.* \n\n*With Manon gone, the dwarf turned to Terrel, smiling at the bird.* \"Hey, mister Terrel. I can take care of Tzu for a little while.\" *Her crimson eyes flickered to his face and her eyebrows raised.* \"I think ye need t' talk to her. And apologise.\" *Her hands went to her cup of water, sipping from it and tilting her head up to gulp down the whole drink. She turned to the way that Manon had gone, placing her cup back down and extending a finger for Tzu to perch himself on.* \"I've got a book on birds as well, though that one only has two copies. One is with my mother, the other...\" \n\n*Her words trailed off as she reminisced. Shaking her head, she looked back up to the Elf and smiled.* \"Go on and help her.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Yeah, that's not happening.\"*The Elf would say in response to M'ra's suggestion of him going up and talking with her.*\" I've already apologized enough for decisions she's made herself knowing full well what she was getting herself into.\"*He'd hand his Furrow one last berry, causing the bird to snack down on it before curling up on his shoulder, idly watching the Dwarf as she held her finger out to him.\n\nTerrel would relax back in his seat, not into the idea of going back up to the rooms in knowing that she'd probably have a thing or two to say to him about stringing the Dwarf along to help with her Vampirism issue. If she didn't want it though, that was no longer his business. After all, she had Okami to go to for that whenever he returned back.*\"She'll be upset with me no matter what I do. At this point, I can't even consider myself surprised.\"\n\n*He'd refocus on M'ra as she explained having a book on birds, part of him wondering if she had a book on everything at this rate.*\"Got a book on wolf care while you're at it?\"*He'd question in a more thoughtful tone. Perhaps it would be useful in the coming months, definitely in the future.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Wolf care..? Well, I did meet a lady with a jackal a few days back, but I've never really had much contact with canines. During my first journeys I ain't come across many people with any sorta animal, and I always taught the children to avoid howls.\" *Taking her hand back to herself, M'ralind sighed softly. What a dysfunctional friendship this seemed to be. There was evidently trust there, but it was withered and reluctant. It pained the dwarf to see such a stiff interaction.*\n\n*She clutched her dress, starting to shimmy to the side to get off of her chair, walking around the table and to Terrel. The clink of coins resounded as she gave him a few coins.* \"Get yerself something while you wait. I wanna go talk to her. Ain't fair fer me t' be enjoying myself with you while she's by herself.\" \n\n*The dwarf didn't know what sort of a reception she'd be in for when she got to the room. Would Manon be angry? Simply tired and disappointed? She went off to the stairs, making her way up to Terrel's room after hearing the splashing of water from the clothes being taken care of, knocking on the door.*"
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*It hadn't crossed M'ralind's mind that the tub would have been tall enough to make washing the clothes in it a nuisance. Her head and arms could go over the border, but only barely, so she looked like she was hanging off from the edge of the tub when she tried to reach the clothes. Sighing, she stood herself up and began to wash the clothes that way instead. It surprised her that they were in such a state - they almost looked worse than those of someone living on the streets, despite the beautiful colouring they had.*\n\n\"You weren't lying, these are... Really fragile.\" *M'ra furrowed her brows as she looked down at it. Maybe, she could try and fix it up.* \"Do you know how to sew? I could teach you so you can try and patch it up, unless you're planning on getting new clothes.\"\n\n*The dwarf's hands dextrously handled the thin cloth, scrubbing it with vigour while remaining cautions of the areas that were coming apart at the seams. It made M'ra a little melancholy to see them in such a sorry state.*\n\n*Her head angled itself to the side as she spoke up again.* \"I'm sorry ya had t' bear that attitude from Mister Terrel, Miss. He shoulda been a little gentler.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I have no idea how to sew, I wouldn't be opposed to learning at some point. I don't think now is the best time, or in the near future. I can't imagine I'll be stay here much longer.\" \n\n*She didn't specify if she meant Salvainia or with the group. The vampire felt that it wasn't necessary information for the dwarf. She pulled up a shirt which had seen much better days and sighed softly. She'd keep the shirt for now but probably wouldn't wear it anymore, the holes in the sleeves were just too large now. Regardless she finished cleaning the shirt and placed them into a nearby basket that she had been using to collect her newly cleaned wet clothing.* \n\n\"You don't need to apologize for him, I should be used to it by now. I thought I would be used to it by now. What did you want to talk to me about though?\"\n\n*Her feelings were not a conversation she felt willing to touch upon. She agreed to listening, maybe an comment here. The emotional stuff were off limits, reserved for people she thought she got along with. She couldn't tell if Terrel made that list anymore, sometimes it felt like they got along though.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*She was aware of her position in regards to the vampire. Her hand pulled back from the tub and waved about to splash the water from her fingertips. Wiping the remaining water on her travelling dress, she sighed softly, placing her hands over her lap as she twiddled her thumbs.* \n\n\"I'm travelling right now. I had a shop in Ulnoor, and I decided to close it up to return to wandering in search of stories and to help people with whatever problems prop up. When I was walking with Terrel earlier today, I asked to join him - and by extension you - in your travels.\" *Her voice lowered as she pursed her lips together, looking down at the floor and breathing out a heavy sigh.* \"I want to get to know you better. I won't travel with yer group unless everyone agrees.\"\n\n*The matter of her being able to supply artificial blood was about the only advantage that M'ra could actually think of that could persuade Manon to be interested in her joining them. Terrel enjoyed her cheerful atmosphere, but with the tension between him and the vampire that she was talking to right now she wasn't sure she could brighten things up much. At least not while she was still just a stranger to her.*\n\n\"It was wrong of Terrel to tell me about you without your permission. So... I'd like to get to find out from you instead.\" *She etched a small smile onto her pink lips, looking up to Manon.* \"D'you enjoy the chirping of the birds in the mornin'? The scent of dew and the sound of the stream flowin'?\""
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"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Useful..?\" *The dwarf blinked in confusion a few times, sighing and breathing a little harder than before. The heat was certainly noticeable now, and the smell as well... This seemed like a fire. Was something wrong with the building?* \n\n\"I don't need 'useful' information. I'm not some information merchant, and I ain't trying to pry some well hidden secret outta-\" *Her words were interrupted as she coughed just once at the intense growing smell.* \"It smells like a fire, what is going on..?\" *At her own words, she was prompted to begin looking around the room. Finding nothing, as she didn't even think to look at Manon's own hands, especially with her being a vampire, she started to get worried that there might be a fire elsewhere in the building.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She too started to notice the smell before looking down at her own hands, having an inkling as to what was going on and where the smell was coming from. In her best attempt to not draw too much urgency, she placed the basket she held onto the bed beside the dwarf. The hands were charred, faint embers glowed beneath the surface. She assume it wouldn't catch on fire as she walked back to the now empty tub of water, sliding her hands beneath the surface as bubbles started rise to the surface. Manon wasn't sure if she needed to control her frustration or force it out into the water. For all she knew she would erupt and create more harm, something that seemed common with the Vampire these days. She didn't have a chance to spend some of her mana to prevent something like this from happening.* \n\n\"Unfortunately, I have fire magic coursing through my veins and I'm not the best at controlling it. It doesn't help when your 'companion'\" *She said with emphasis* \"Is telling people things without a care in the world\" \n\n*Manon lifted her hands from the water to look at her palms, two matching burns were lining her palm and between her index and thumbs. Something that she noted was that these wounds didn't heal themselves naturally thanks to her bloodcurse. So she resorted to her faith magic to return her flesh back to normal*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Seeing the scorch marks on Manon's hands, M'ralind's eyes widened for a moment in fear, though she quickly calmed herself down and made herself lean against the wall. At this point, she'd already clarified that Terrel had really only told her that Manon was a vampire and that she was bad at being one, so she was confused about why she was still insisting on that point. Nervously, she scratched her ear.*\n\n\"I didn't know we even could learn fire magic...\" *The burns looked far less than comfortable when M'ra peered down at her hands, but she averted her gaze equally as quick as she had set it down.* \"Your companion only told me you were a vampire. He was concerned for you.\"\n\n*The Lora didn't want to push Manon much further, but at the same time it felt like she wouldn't be able to get the message across unless she did. That she wasn't here to pry information out of her, that Terrel wasn't just haphazardly giving away information to random people.* \"Terrel knows me already. He knew I'm a vampire, and he knew I sold artificial blood. He asked for help.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I'm not to pleased to learn that we can learn fire magic.\" \n\n*She lifted her hands out of the water to examine where the burns used to be before she healed them using her faith magic. Even though her hands brand new, a faint red line could still be seen. Even the phantom pain of the burns lingered across her tender hands.* \n\n\"I understand that you and Terrel have met before. Forgive me for placing my self-preservation ahead of my companions friends. Just because I have my own struggles, doesn't mean I want other to know about them.\" \n\n*At this point the tub of water was steaming hot from the heat radiating from her body, more specifically her hands. The Druid closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and then slowly breathed out as she tried to calm herself down. If only she knew some type of basic fire spell that would allow her to expel this burning flame from within her. If she was in the forest, she could use her nature magic to reduce how much Mana she had.* \n\n\"Thank you for helping me with my clothes, I can join you downstairs after I solve this new problem\" *In reference to the rising temperature in the room.*"
},
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"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ra's brows furrowed sadly as she invited downstairs again. Wanting to help as always, it felt stifling to know that she actually couldn't do anything about the temperature here, especially not with her starting to feel sweat on her forehead.* \n\n\"Anytime. I'll at least make myself useful with chores.\" *The dwarf began stepping towards the exit, feeling awkward with how her dress had begun to cling to her skin, not that it was visible with the way that the thing was designed.* \"Call me up if you need anything, alright?\"\n\n*Her boots clacked against the floorboards, and soon Terrel could once again make out the figure that stuck out like a sore thumb. Her head was hung a little low, but her smile erupted again when she saw his face and dashed over towards their table, hopping onto her seat with a 'hyup!'* \"She said she'd be back soon. How's yer bird getting along?\" *Her head craned up, scanning to find the furrow with those wide open crimson eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would be still sitting at the table where they had left him, his chin resting atop while his Furrow would run along it. He held a berry in his hand, keeping it just above the Furrow so that he would follow after it with enough encouragement. He appeared to be focused on his task, unaware of the Dwarf as she would making her way over.\n\nOnly when she climbed up in the seat next to him, would he eventually lift his head away from the table and shift his gaze over to her. Seeing opportunity in the Elf's brief distraction, Tzu would quickly nip the berry out of his hand, enjoying his cunningly earned reward. Terrel didn't seem to mind, bound to give the bird his treat eventually, but it seemed he had regained company.*\n\n\"He's getting along as well as he can be... Probably doing much better with the wolves gone.\"*He'd say.*\"Usually he doesn't like to be out in the open for long, at least not since we got the pups. He'd just hide in my hair for the most part, but seems like he's enjoying himself now.\"*The Elf would say, holding out a hand to Tzu and allowing the bird to run along his arm and reclaim his original resting place around the Elf's neck. It was where he typically stayed, but after Ansel and Blur the bird usually kept to his hair out of view.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Nothing conquers a romantic's heart like an adorable little animal, and Tzu was crossing all of the right boxes for her. M'ra had hidden away her discomfort from before like it had never existed, plopping her arms on the table and resting her chin against them as she looked up to the little bird next to Terrel's head.* \"He's just the cutest thing, ain't he? It's a shame he didn't take my offer for a little pat though. I swear I ain't too rough!\"\n\n*Despite her dwarven strength, she wasn't exactly lying about not being rough. She looked feeble in comparison to both her parents, especially her father, built like a barrel as he was.* \"How old are the pups now? Are they growin' up fast and healthy?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just need a little convincing.\"*He'd say, lightly picking the bird up from his shoulders and holding him out to her.*\"He won't really go to you without something to catch his interest. Usually berries or something, but I think he cares more for that than the parting.\"*He'd say, holding back a chuckle at M'ra finding the need to point out that she isn't too rough. It wasn't like the bird would understand any different anyways.*\n\n\"The pups? Yeah, they're doing just fine. The eldest is just about a year old now, the others about half a year behind him. Left them with someone Okami knew so whenever he gets back from them, you can meet him before we'd have to set off again. Been in Salvania for quite a while now and we have a lot more traveling to do after. At least according to Okami, but you'll have to ask him for the details. This whole journey was his idea after all.\"*The Elf would explain.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Okami... Can you tell me what he's like?\" *Her head tilted curiously. One of her hands went to pull her hair over her ear, only to remember that she had tied it up in a bun, and instead went to scratch behind her ear.* \"Ah, only tell me stuff you think he'd be fine with you sharing though.\" *The experience with Manon had... Given her a little something to be cautious about.*\n\n*As if by instinct, her hand was starting to reach out to Terrel's shoulder, but luckily the table was too big for her to reach it from this angle, leaving her hand just hanging in the air while she vacantly stared at Tzu, enthralled.* \"I'd like t' know the reason for yer journey, actually. Feel like that's a pretty important detail, no? Haha!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"In one word, rambunctious.\"*He'd answer in her question about Okami.*\"But he's alright as far as some people go even with the crazy ideas he comes up with at times.\"*He'd idly pet Tzu atop the bird's head, continuing on.*\n\n\"Oh you don't have to worry about him. He's less reserved about things as far as what I know about him. He has the most details on where we're going. Some island place he wanted to visit, so I decided to tag along.\"*In noticing her staring at Tzu, Terrel would hold the bird out to her, saying:*\"You can pet him if you really want to, you know.\""
},
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"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The girl's eyes shone and her smile came out with brilliance as Terrel held out the bird, getting up on her knees to reach closer and pressing her small hand against Tzu's back. She pet him softly, her arm not holding much weight to it and being gentle so as to not make the bird uncomfortable.* \"Last thing I want is to get pecked, huh?\" \n\n*On the topic of Okami, M'ra had already forgotten everything that Terrel had mentioned about him while they were walking to the tavern, so she spoke up and asked again.* \"What's Okami then? Yer group's got two elves, boutta have a dwarf. Is he an elf also? Am I makin' a big ruckus bein' the weird one~?\" *Her voice got more playful and drawn out as she went on, clearly more concentrated on patting the bird than on the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Furrow would seemingly curl into a ball under her touch, almost like what a pill bug would do under the pressure of someone touching it.*\"Well he is known to be a fighter.\"*Terrel would jest in response to her question.*\"It's main reason why I decided to keep him with me.\" \n\n*He'd rub at the bird's side again, waiting for M'ra to finish petting him before he'd return the bird to his shoulder so that Tzu could relax. In being questioned about Okami, he'd eventually say:*\"He's a Kemonomimi. Manon and are really the only Elves in our strange bunch. And trust me, everyone's a little weird. Some more than others, but it's what makes journeying more interesting. Never know who or what you'll get to see. You'll probably get what I mean if you decide to stay along for a while. That's hoping the group can get along in the meantime or it's bound to be a long trip.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Satisfied with the amount of adorableness her hand had acquired, M'ra put her chin back down on her two hands once Tzu had been brought back to Terre's shoulder, looking up at him with her cheeks slightly puffed up.* \"Not knowing who or what I'll see just makes it sound like the perfect journey to go on, don't it?\" *Her round face had a mischievous little smile on it.*\n\n\"I think I'll stay with ya. Need t' meet with this mysterious Okami! He sounds like a right bundle o' stories!\" *Shrugging on the spot, M'ra began to stretch her arms out, looking towards the counter of the bar.* \"And to start that, I should get a room for tonight, hm?\" *She flashed a brief wink at Terrel, rotating on her seat and hopping off with a twin clack of her boots.* \"I'll see ya in the mornin', since I know which room's yours. Give Tzu a few more berries with the money I gave ya!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Fortunately for you, he likes to tell stories.\"*The Elf would say with a chuckle, part of him imagining the trip with Okami going on about whatever stories he had while M'ra listened in fascination. Terrel didn't care much for the stories, but it at least filled the silence of their constant traveling.\n\nWith M'ra heading off to go get a room for herself upon confirming staying with them for a while, the Elf would come to relax in his seat once more for the time being. Eventually he'd have to head back upstairs, though for today, he had some free time on his hands, causing him to not have to rush as much for things. They had a new companion for now. One could only hope that would be a good thing in the future with their trip across the continent. He'd take the coins M'ra had given him out of his pocket, deciding he might as well get some more berries for now with what it was worth.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon finally calmed down enough where a burnout wasn't likely anymore. The only way she knew of this was the water no longer boiled despite her hands touching the bottom of the tub. Even then she spent a few minutes just looking at her hands, wondering what would become of her if she continued to let her emotions get the better of her. Death seemed the most likely answer, probably hurting people around her as well.*\n\n*She stood up from the tub and dried her hands off against a towel that was hanging nearby. Giving the room a final look around, double checking that she had most of her clothing drying on strings that extended from one wall to another. Feeling like she had enough clothes drying, she left the room and made her way downstairs. The Druid made nearly no noise as she made her way back to the table down below, sliding into the seat across from Terrel though her attention was mainly focused out the window than on the elf himself. She wasn't entirely sure what to say now that they were alone, bringing up the topic would probably just provoke her in some sense but she did say she'd come back down.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Manon taking the time to make sure everything was fixed up, Terrel would have went ahead and ordered the berries as M'ra had suggested. He'd take one of the berries from the cup of fruit they brought out, offering a berry to Tzu before the bird would take it and soon disappear into his strands of hair. He'd look over as Manon would make her way to the table and sit down only to stare out the window. \n\nFor a while he'd allow the silence to ensue between them. He wasn't sure how the talk with M'ra went, but in Manon's silence, part of him suspected that she was still upset from earlier. He'd shift his gaze to the cup in front of him, eventually grabbing one of the fruits from it before pushing the rest towards her.*\"Berry?\"*He'd ask her in offering of the rest of the fruit in the cup. His bird had already eaten his fill anyways. At any rate, Terrel would just save his appetite for later.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She pulled her arm back from the table as the cup of fruit slid towards her. Leaning back in her seat slightly as she peeled her eyes from the scenery beyond the window and onto the cup instead. She reached forward and picked up a few raspberries and placed them into her mouth. Silently she passed the cup back to Terrel as had taken what she wanted. Moments later Manon resumed people watching, Watching people go about their daily lives doing ordinary things. This could've been her, she thought to herself. She could've just been an ordinary person who gathered supplies and treated wounds from battle or common everyday mistakes. At least she would've known what she needed to do daily, as of now she felt like everyday was uncoordinated. The looming threat of hunger always pressing in the back of her mind as days passed. Going to new locations just made her feel anxious that someone might try attacking her once more.*\n\n*Manon sighed a little louder than she probably had wanted to, it was the only indication that she was lost in thought more than just taking an interest in those around her. At some point she even propped her head up with her hand while her elbow pressed into the wooden table. Naturally her mind drifted to her family, and the feeling of homesick started to fill her heart.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would let the fruit cup sit between them, finding himself following Manon's gaze as she would look out the window at the people walking by. He could tell she was probably thinking about something. What that was remained unbeknownst to him. Only when she had let out the audible sighed, would he finally look back at her, his gaze as blank as the usual expression the pig mask portrayed.*\n\n\"Not enjoying yourself here, are you?\"*He'd ask her in a low tone. The here could have indicated anything really, between the city, the tavern, or the group in general, but the Elf figured that if she gave a response, he'd be able to guess what it would be. His face reading ability may have been limited at times, but it never failed to point out the obvious, much like him in this case. Of course there was still the chance of her being upset with what he did, but at any rate, she won't have to worry about it anymore. That problem was long since figured out at this point, only a matter whether she decided to take what was given.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I'm alive.\" *Was all she said as if it was a sufficient answer to his question. It was more than everyone she grew up with, they didn't survive whatever attack happened while she was unconscious all those years ago. To complain now just made her feel ungrateful or selfish for the chance at life. If he was asking about with the group, she didn't have the answer. She couldn't tell if leaving to join with strangers was a positive learning experience or not.* \n\n\"Why do you ask? *She pulled herself from the window as she turned her head to look at the Elf, her hand finding the cup once more as she picked up a blueberry and brought it to her mouth. She more pushed the berry between her lips rather than open her mouth, subtle stuff that would lower the chances of her fangs being visible from onlookers. She was curious as to why he was asking her about her feelings. It wasn't something he typically did.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Yes, that would typically be a good thing.\"*He'd say in response with Manon not really answering his question. Being alive was hardly a determinant of whether or not one was enjoying themself, but the Elf figured he shouldn't have expected any other answer with the dreariness he was picking up from her.\n\nWith her asking why he asked, he'd respond with:*\"Because I can see you aren't.\"*The Elf would continue to look out the window, idly counting the people that passed by with his split attention.*\"You aren't the best at hiding your emotion and when you try, well... You know what happens, but I guess by now I should have assumed something was up with the *Eventfulness* Since we've gotten to the Capitol.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She didn't say anything at the truthfulness of his words. Manon slouched forward in her seat, with a drawn out exhale. The past few days have been pretty rough and excruciating painful as well. Since she was at a loss for words, she redirected her attention to the strangers outside once more. Her mind now focusing on how to control her unwanted fire-magic without literally turning everything to ashes. The task itself seemed rather difficult unless she closed her mind and heart to her surroundings and kept her feelings in check. Feelings that Terrel so kindly pointed out, that were not easy to hide at all.* \n\n\"I think it might be better if I split apart from the group. I've already caused more harm than good as you both have pointed out. I can't see that changing now that I have magic I can't control. It'd probably be safer for everyone as well.\" \n\n*She didn't have any intentions by saying this out loud. Maybe it would keep Kibaru from hunting her down and dragging her back like he said once. Leaving the group wouldn't really solve anything for her either. With her luck, she'd probably just burn down a forest along with all the animals that inhabited it as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*At her words, Terrel would finally look over at her. There seemed to be an extended amount of silence washing over him while he studied the Vampiress, thinking back to when he had once asked if she wanted to return home early from their travels. She had waved off the idea then, stating that she would like to stay a little longer. He could recall a time before that when he had asked her why she stayed, only for her to seemingly be worried of what would become of them. Now looking back at the events that followed, the Elf could see that this was bound to happen. Perhaps the mix of her new discovery of magic and struggle of vampirism was the last she could bring herself to throw upon the group.\n\nPart of him wondered what Okami would say, the two seemingly getting along the last he had saw them together before he had to leave him with the pups. Perhaps explaining it wouldn't be so hard. The Kemonomimi already had his own plans in mind even if she didn't stay, surely. All the while he was thinking this, the Elf hadn't shifted his gaze away from her, though as the time passed, he would simply give a dip of his head. Acceptance.*\n\n*Turning to face the window once more, he would say:*\"It will be a long trip to go back to Ombu.\"*He'd mention, his voice devoid of its normal sarcasm for something more of its usual low tone. The Elf seemed to be pointing out the obvious, but with Manon's decision debatably made, there wasn't much he could bring himself to say against it. He had tried to convincing her of making her own decisions and now she was starting to.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I'm sure we'll come across a nice patch of forest once we leave. It doesn't have to be Ombu, though I did enjoy how vast it was. It was just a place that limited interactions with others. I think it's safe to say that I'm not entirely meant to be with others, you can take your pick on examples to support this.\" \n\n*The elf could probably pick any day and find a reason why the druid was a horrible travel companion. The more she thought about it, the more self-critical she became. She didn't have anything to offer, truly. She couldn't even pay for her own blood vials, her own room. She bit down on her bottom lip, one of her fangs actually puncturing her own flesh as she began to loath herself for being a thorn in everyone's side. She was tempted to change to subject to the Dwarf, specifically where she had gone to. But pretending to be interested seemed too much for the Druid to manage right now, if she had a way to hide from herself, she would've done so by now. Instead she decided to opt into silence and allow her thoughts to consume her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would glance over at her, watching her bite her lip as she drew into silence upon finishing her conclusion of being a burden to other people. Slowly reaching his arm across the table, the Elf would bring his hand in front of her face and snap his fingers once as if snapping her out of whatever thoughts was flooding through her head. It was something similar he had once done to Dark Elf he had traveled with, one who typically had episodes where thoughts and images ran through his mind as well and left him needing to be shaken out of it.\n\nDrawing his hand back to hit cloak, he'd tilt his head back, eyeing her from where he leaned back in his seat.*\"So that's what you prefer, isn't it? Secluding yourself from others and living out in the forest for the rest of your life?\"*He'd suddenly question her. His voice carried no malice, though even then he poked at her reasoning. The way she kept wording things made it come off as if she were trying to do a favor for others rather than herself. Even in deciding to leave it was if she were doing it for everyone else's sake rather than her own.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*The Vampire straightened her back as she leaned back into her seat, more so to create distance to the finger that was now snapping at her face. Manon had to use her tongue to hold her bottom lip down as her tooth pulled from within her lip. Blood escaped the wound for a few seconds before it stopped rather quickly, mostly due to her vampirism as no purple glow surfaced around the wound.* \n\n\"I would prefer not killing someone. Which apparently I've already almost done within the short time I've spent with you and Okami. I don't think I have the luxury of this.\" \n\n*Her hand lifted from her lap until a pale index finger pointed towards the window, towards the many people casually enjoying their day among others. She allowed her finger to hover for a few seconds before returning it back to her lap. She didn't really understand why he thought what she wanted matter in this situation. Sure, she could make an attempt. Harming those around her always felt like a matter of 'when' instead of an 'if'. She just didn't know how often something would happen? Once every month? Once a year? Eventually something would happen where she couldn't feed off of a substitute source. Maybe it'll happen in a city much like this one, filled with people.*\n\n*She picked up a napkin, it could've been used by another person for all she cared as she wiped her tainted blood from her bottom lip. Her gaze fixating on Terrel as she spoke next.*\n\n\"What would you do if you had to kill every so often. It's unavoidable, as well. Every week you must pick between an animal or a person, of course there is no guarantee that an animal will be found. And just to put things in perspective, you have an idea of which day, but you're never truly sure. Maybe it'll happen in the evening, or the next morning. Would you feel comfortable surrounding yourself with people or animals?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would look back at her.*\"Manon, killing people is half of what I do a living.\"*He'd say bluntly.*\"I don't care for the blood I get on my hands and frankly that alone would spare me from worrying about being around other people.\"*The Elf would come to stand up from his seat, walking over to her side of the table as he'd look down at her. Drawing his hand out from his cloak, he would hold the vial of blood out to her that she had given him after M'ra had handed her it.*\"But that's not you.\"\n\n*He'd let out a deep exhale of air, looking back towards the window.*\"You'll never have that luxury if you don't try to get it yourself and you can't do that by dodging around the idea of hurting someone at every turn. I don't know what I'd do in that situation.\"*He'd admit.*\"But I wouldn't let a setback like that stop me from doing the things I want to do.\"\n\n*He'd look back down to her.*\"Do you know how long you can typically go without having to kill? Do you know what allows you to last longer than most? Do you know of stationary sources to get what you need and do you have a backup in the event that there is not. That's what I would have asked myself. Learn how it works and learn to work with it. Learn to work with the sources, not always trying to fight them. You're going to get yourself killed one day trying to go about protecting everyone else and the worst part is, I don't think that matters to you, does it?\""
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"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "\"You can bet your arse ten times over that I could cut that apple from the air!\"\n\n*Ling spun her butterfly knife in one hand, sitting relaxed on the bar stool. She had her skills challenged by a few of the rum rats in front of her; nobodies with no skills and overall an annoyance.*\n\n\"Or perhaps you would like me to demonstrate with your fingers instead?\"\n\n*Ling ends the spin with the blade revealed, a tanto blade replacing the typical point, with the bottom third of the blade unsharpened.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "*A small chuckle could be heard from the other side of the bar as Hanna stood up and made her way over to the small crowd as she looked at all of them, then back to Ling with a large smile.* \"Well you know what? I bet I can cut three apples in the air, all in one go without them even touching the ground, now how's that for impressive ey people? Why be impressed with just one, when the sky is the limit!\" \n\n*She'd take a step back and bow* \"Hanna Whitiker at your services, and here to provide proof to my claim... If a poor sorry soul who doubts me would pay~\"\n\n*She chuckled a bit* \"Sorry I'm on a bit of a rhyme tangent you see, like that funky blade is fancy and all, but compared to a good ol Dagger... All others will fall! Heh I'm on a roll, anyways who's willing to provide apples and money?\""
},
{
"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "*The double swinging doors of the bar opened as they talked. Nobody paid attention to the newcomers though. The created commotion by the sparks between the bold ladies gathered almost the whole bar's eyes towards them. But, the tall staff and her expensive attire– telltale features of an educated mage, do turn some of the nearby people's heads. They are wondering what could a girl like that be doing in a place like this. The girl, Akasha, ignored the two or three stares directed to her and entered the premises. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the crowds of people, hearing some mentions about apples and dagger. Because the average height of the people there towered over her, she needs to do her best standing on her tiptoes to catch the glimpse of what is happening.*\n \n*\"What is that, a betting match of some sort?\"*\n \n*She began to think, before shaking her head away. Scurrying along to the other side of the bar to order a cup of butterbeer, she wanted to steer clear of any trouble that might arise. At least, if the trouble itself is something like petty bickering, without anyone trying to hurt anybody, she doesn't want to get involved. Her mannerism when walking and sometimes looking around would tell those who are perceptive that she is not wholly used to a 'crude' bar like this. Although, she is trying to look tough to her best capabilities. Arriving near the bartender table, she asked for her order meekly, before sitting on one of the tall stools. She puts her staff next to her, leaning to the table, and took off her beret before also putting it on top of the table.*\n \n\"Huff...\" *She sighed, taking out a notebook from her backpack and began to flip through the pages. Occasionally, the crowds draw her curious attention back.*"
},
{
"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "\"Three? How about six?\"\n\n*Ling draws a Wakizashi and a larger butterfly sword, also with a Wakizashi blade. Said butterfly sword is wielded by spinning it around her hand.*\n\n\"I could take three apples per arm at the same time, bitch.\"\n\n*The macen points her wakizashi at the redhead in a challenging manner, not threatening. Her expression is cold, with her chin up and her head high.*\n\n*As Akasha walked in through the double doors, she would find herself the target of two daggers for eyes of Ling Kazami. The blade doesn't move, but the glare she gets is life-threatening enough.*\n\n\"How about you? You seem rich enough to supply money for some apples.\""
},
{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd chuckle* \"Ten with only one weapon, don't need any of your multiple funky spinning blades, only need this one Dagger.\" *She'd take her finger and gently press down the blade Ling pointed at her* \"Don't get too excited where we start pointing things around okay?\"\n\n*She'd look at the new Patron entering the bar as she looked back at Ling* \"Well hey hey now, do you go treating all new patrons like that? Especially if you want them to see you loose horrifically? Here's how you actually do it\"\n\n*She'd walk Infront of lines blade* \"Excuse me miss... Don't mind my peculiar friend with a tendency to aim weapons at people... I was wondering, would you be potentially interested in making some money by simply just buying apples? It's completely your choice and I won hold it againt you if you decline... So what do you say?\""
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{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd blink a few times* \"Oh, well then... Guess you acted cocky like one awh well, deal still stands regardless.\" *She'd raise her eyebrow* \"I can do it in a single swing in the air and can cut all of them\" *She'd nod a couple of times* \"Oh don't worry, it's surprisingly easier to do with humans then apples... Bigger targets hehe, and armor isnt a issue either, my blade will slip in between the plates and inject my homemade poison then boom! Liquefied human in a can... Perfect for drinking\" *She'd look around* \"Cmon guys that was a good joke! Laugh a bit why don't ya?\"\n\n*She'd turn back to the lady* \"A game of some sorts is what you could call this... I'm just here to say I'm better then this arrogant lady and that you don't need to overcompensate to do more!\""
},
{
"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "\"That's.. Impressive?\"\n \n*She tilted her head as they bragged, not really understanding what's going on. Regardless, it seems that there would be much less trouble if she just paid for the apples. Rather, than leaving those two bickering with each others. When she heard about the poison effects, she just stared in silence like the others patron. \"Uhuh.. I think I should **Really** Buy apples for them to test on.\" She thought. Looking at the bartender, who seemed like he understood what's going on, she nodded. He would quickly fetch around twenty apples from a barrel nearby, and then carry it towards one of the tables of the bar.*\n \n\"I suppose a duel would be much too dangerous to hold. The apples are a placeholder to test skills on.\"\n \n\"A game of some sorts is what you could call this... I'm just here to say I'm better than this arrogant lady and that you don't need to overcompensate to do more!\"\n \n\"I see. I think I know the general situation now.\" *She muttered, putting her hand on her chin in the gesture of thinking.*\n\n*Her eyes darted once again between both of the ladies for a few seconds. After that, she lightly sighed and stood up from her stool. Letting both of them settle the dispute by testing their skills on the apples seems fine, but that could be dangerous if one party doesn't agree on the result of the competition. More than arguments, they could even clash against each other blades. While the bar is wide enough for your usual tavern fight, it would injure someone if they used weapons. Moreover, the mentions of the poison from the red-haired lady also worries her.*\n\n_ _\n\"I understand, then, would you both let me act as the referee?\"\n \n*Her eyes and expression seems more confident and sharper than before. This is because, now, she fully understands the circumstances entailing the crowds. On top of that, the existence of someone to judge the result impartially is needed. If they don't rely on anyone's opinion, it can be hard to find a middle ground which they could agree on. Most people at this bar would also probably be more interested in spectating at a fight and heating things up further. That could end up very badly.*\n \n\"My name is Akasha Isolet, a priestess. You both can trust me that I'll see that it will go fairly.\" *She said, putting her hand on her chest, introducing herself.*\n \n\"But first, I need you both to explain the terms of this bet clearly. I think it would be throwing around a dozen apples simultaneously into the air. Then, we look at who can cut more apples than the other, before they touch the floor?\""
},
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"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "\"Poison? What's wrong? Your blades not enough? I've hamstringed the armored bastards more than once; the gaps of the armpits, elbows, and neck.\"\n\n*Ling never liked poison users. They only relied on getting a hit, not necessarily dealing a deep cut. The truest form of swordsmanship was hit and not getting hit, and performing a cut that would debilitate. Poison was a cheat; a coward's way of fighting.*\n\n\"You? Better than me? You poison using, cocky little brat! You think you can best one of the best dual wielders in the world?\"\n\n*Her eyes moved towards the now priestess once again; her gaze softened to merely stone cold, with no more malicious intent.*\n\n\"Fine. I'll use one blade to make it fair.\"\n\n*Ling spins and sheathes her butterfly sword, slipping it into her sash, and brandishes her wakizashi.*\n\n\"Bring it on!\""
},
{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd chuckle loudly slapping the table* \"Hahaha ahh... Its like music to my ears... Somebody upset that I can do what they can do but two times as easy and with half the weapons and with three times the speed, i dont particularly care if your the best... If a mediocre assassin can kill you with one blade\" *She'd smile with a cheeky shit eating grin* \n\n\"No no, go ahead and use both... You'll need them to seem atleast a little special in this competition ey?\" *She'd turn back to Akasha* \"Yes you can referee this and make sure it's done correctly I highly doubt you have a issue with it... Would you loud jealous spinny blade woman?\" *She'd nod* \"That seems fair to me!\""
},
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"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "\"Ahaha.. Sigh.\"\n \n*A nervous, muttered laugh escaped from her mouth as she listened to them. The bickering and insults are unceasing, and it doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon. \"Would this really be okay, I wonder?\" She muttered inside of her mind, as she sighed and proceeded to walk towards the table. The eyes of the crowds followed them. Some looked excited, the others looked nervous, a few already scurried about to get as far as possible from the table. But the same thing that is shared amongst them is; they don't want to miss the showing that will be displayed by these women.*\n\n\"?\"\n \n*She noticed that the gaze of the black haired woman became less hostile towards her, for now. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stopped in front of the table. Two dozen red apples are gathered there, ready to be butchered following the event. She wondered whether she should also limit the numbers of the weapons allowed for this, when one of them mentioned, but decided against it. They wanted to show who is more skilled from the others. And if they either overestimate or underestimate their opponent by using more/less numbers of weapons, it's not of her concern. She lifted left hand forwards and executed a few hand gestures in the air.*\n \n**\"Vocare, ignis fatuus.\"**\n \n*A magic circle appears in the air in front of her, glowing in lavender hue. Following it, a pair of minuscule light emerges from the circle. It almost immediately grows into a couple of fireballs which emanate warm light. Strangely enough, it doesn't radiate any heat at all. After all, they are creatures which are referred to as wisps. She walked ahead and tidied the apple into a group of twelve each, on the left and right side of the table. Her eyes trailed, looking at both of the ladies as she did so, pondering for a moment.*\n \n\"Hmm.. Will both of you state your names and shake your hand...? Before walking to each end of this table? After that you can prepare yourself, and we'll begin on my mark.\" *She said with a less-than-certain tone, unsure whether they would comply with the proposal of a handshake.*"
},
{
"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "*Ling suddenly becomes tense as a magic circle appears and the fireballs begin to glow. This was __not__ part of the plan, and Ling __hated__ magic. No, feared was a more accurate word. Ever since those high class, stuck up mages had used her as a test... She couldn't help but feel nervous everytime it was brought up.*\n\n*\"Just breathe in deep through the nose and out through the mouth. You're not being attacked.\"*\n\n*Ling does so, eyeing the alignment of the apples to get the most amount in a single swing.*\n\n\"I am Ling Kazami.\"\n\n*Ling refuses to extend her hand. For one, she didn't want to shake hands with someone who had just insulted her prowess. Second, her hand was slightly covered in nervous sweat; she didn't want her opponent to know that. She confidently walks to the end of the table, poising the blade over her shoulder.*\n\n\"Let's get this over with already.\""
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"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "*Shit.*\n\n*Ling could feel herself tense up as the wisps rose and eventually exploded, sending the apples into the air. Blasted magic. Why couldn't there be an easier way to send the apples into the air? She couldn't be tense; it would ruin her flow.*\n\n*As if by instinct, Ling fires her blade out, feeling herself slow slightly. But there was no possible way that this lowly rogue would be able to match her speed. The wakizashi slices clean through the air, passing through the apples like a sharp blade through, well, apples.*\n\n*Good. Follow through. She would cut through them before her opponent would even have a chance. However, her movement was cut short by the impact of metal.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "*None to phased by the pitiful amount of magic, Hanna would throw her dagger into the air cutting the apples with the double sided blade as it flew by them, and right as it passed through the bunch of apples almost hitting the ceiling, Hanna would grip something unseen tightly while quickly dashing to the left, the Dagger halting in air Being yankedback by a unseen force to Hannas hand at a curve cutting and nicking apples on the way back. She'd then quickly throw it again hitting Lings blade to potentially mess her up, while pulling the blade back to her hand, catching it... Then rewrapping the Intangible string around her wrist grabbing the Dagger in her hand with a smile on her face looking to the crowd of people for there reactions*"
},
{
"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "*The crowds cheered, mostly out of awe from seeing the flashy movements by both of the ladies. Akasha on the other hand, tried her best to keep up with the flow of their blades to see the numbers of the apples which they both have cut. Still, she also is at an awe on how fluid and skilled the way Ling handled her wakizashi. Her attention is caught, however, by a certain motion that Hanna made. When she threw the dagger straight towards the ceiling, Akasha thought that she would have pulled another dagger to substitute for it. Instead, the dagger returned afterwards following Hana's hand, almost like it was being roped from the air.*\n \n*\"I see.. So the dagger was enhanced using runes.\" She thought.*\n \n\"Hahahaha!! Good going over there lasses!!\" *A drunken Lora said, cheering at them with a mug in his hand after the spectacle was finished.*\n \n\"Wait, hoi! The red-head is cheatin'!! She usin' those fancy magic weapon an' gotten her blade on the other chick!\" *Another deep voice followed suit from the crowds. The source of it seems to be a rather bulky mercenary.*\n\n_ _\n\"Naah, my good friend. I'm pretty sure that it wasn't written in the rules. Sides', nothing wrong by having a superior arsenal. It's all fair and game in my book, as far as I am concerned.\" *A ranger, wearing a green hood draped over his shoulder replied with a smooth tone.* \n \n*The clapping and cheers began to turn into arguments between those who supported Hana and those who preferred Ling. Not strange, as the cause of it can be traced to a board in the back of the crowds. Both of their names can be seen written on it. Some lines are also added beneath the names. Not unexpected from people from a bar like this, they already made a bet out of the result competition, it seems. Meanwhile, Akasha had finally finished counting the number of the apples both of them managed to slice. She furrowed her eyebrows, then looked at both Hanna and Ling.*\n \n\"Well.. It looks like the number of the apples you both have cut is equal.\"\n \n*As she said that, the sound of debates from the crowds died down a bit. Some people sighed and cursed because their bet was invalidated. The other, slow-witted ones look like they need some more context to digest the information. A few people also began to protest and boo at Akasha, noting that her judgement may be wrong. Noticing it, she felt annoyed and cleared her throat.*\n \n\"Ahem. It's a tie. I counted it and I'm sure.\""
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{
"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "\"Well i suppose ill be the only one to thank you, while fancy pants throws a tantrum\"\n \n\"Oh, that's.. Fine.\"\n \n*She said. It's not as if she was expecting a gratitude out of doing this anyway. Akasha only hoped that both of them wouldn't argue too much. Her hand reached for the inside of her pocket. Then, she puts a single silver coin on top of the table, to pay for the apples and also her drink. She turned to Hanna as she asked for her name. Amidst the sounds of the people inside the bar, who are still chattering to each other, she remembered something. Hanna seems like she knows her way around the place, so it wouldn't hurt to ask her the question.*\n \n\"It's Akasha.\" *She said, accepting the handhsake.*\n \n\"You can just call me that. Being called ma'am sounds a little strange, I'm not even twenty yet.\" *She smiled at her, then released her hand.*\n \n\"Coincidentally.. May I ask a question, Miss Hanna? Have you heard any strange rumours lately?\" *Her face changed, expressing... Seriousness, as she said that.*"
},
{
"author": "Ling Kazami",
"message": "\"Actual impressive? What you saw here wasn't even close to what I can achieve. If my weaker form caused us to be equal, that means I'm that much better!\"\n\n*Ling picks up an apple slice with her hand and bites a piece off, scoffing at Hana's treatment of her blade. Absolutely no respect for it, using it to eat mere apples.*\n\n\"And don't you dare say I spin. That's a stupid idea.\"\n\n*Ling seems to be extremely triggered at the mention of a mage, and bursts into a rant.*\n\n\"Don't you bring mages up you piece of ignorant shit! Most of them stand back and cast spells from a distance like a coward, and will never fare well in close combat! At best, they might be lucky to surrender with their lives if they ever get into melee!\"\n\n*Ling's face is enraged by the thought, though she looks at Akasha and lightens her reaction.*\n\n\"Most of them, anyway.\"\n\n*The swordswoman would return to her drink, but her interest peaked once again at the mention of rumors.*"
},
{
"author": "Hanna T. Whitiker",
"message": "\"Tsk tsk tsk, that's what I saw though, so I'll judge you based on that! I don't care if your secretary the queen of Salvaninia... I only see you as a mediocre duel blade user\" *She'd smirk clearly enjoying messing with the hot head*\n\n*She'd nod her head as she went on and on ranting about mages as she put her hand to her chin* \"Hmm... I think I see your just a B. I. T. C. H. Like jeez, get over yourself woman, earth doesn't revolve around you and I'll bring up whatever I like! Ooh spooky scary Magic water! Ooooooh ima gonna cast a gust of wind at cha! Ooh ooh maybe I'll burn you a bit with fire! How does that make you feel? Like cmon... Look at yourself? You claim your all high and mighty yet you shiver your timbers at the thought of fighting mages? If that's your weakness I'm clearly better then you and I don't even need apples to prove it\"\n\n*She'd turn away from her looking at the mage* \"Rumors? Hmm... Not really that I know of honestly, most I can tell you is the need for assassins is getting higher and higher for some reason... And there's talk of somebody saving up 8000 gold for a water fortress... Thats all I know sorry, also my apologies... I'm just used to referring to people who's company I actually enjoy as Ma'am\""
},
{
"author": "Akasha Isolet",
"message": "*She pondered about Ling's confidence as she bragged about her abilities. It is true that her personality is rather.. Fiery, and she seems to be very proud of her arms. However, even a person with minimum training in handling weapons like Akasha knows that her words aren't a simple buff. After seeing the display of her skill, it would come to no surprise if she would still come out on top after she goes all out. Even with Hanna using magically enhanced equipment.*\n \n*As a character, Ling is also not necessarily a bad person either. Akasha noticed that she tried to lighten her wordings about mage after looking in her direction. As a priestess, she always thought that it is her duty to help others without expecting any return or praise. A concern against mockery of her crafts is usually not given, in that similar vein. But she really appreciates her going out of her way to try and not hurt her feelings. She smiled warmly at her direction as she said that, then turned back her attention to Hanna.*\n \n\"Alright, okay, let's not take things too far. I thought the competition would serve to settle the grudges.\" *She said, putting both of her hands on the side of her hips. Her eyebrows are furrowed.*\n \nRumors? Hmm... Not really that I know of honestly,\n \n\"Is that so? Well, I also heard about the one who tries and saves up 8000 gold. And it's fine, actually, just call me on what you feel comfortable with.\" *She said.*\n \n*It looks like there is no luck here either. She would need to look for any clues elsewhere, after this. Akasha, walked back towards her stool and picked up both her staff and her beret. As she does so, her hand bumped on the mug of the beer, which makes it fall out from the table. She feels a bad premonition..*\n\n\"Sorry, sorry!\" \n\n*Akasha hurriedly picked up the mug from the floor. The butterbeer created a puddle on the wooden board, much to the bar person annoyment. He just shrugged it off and walked to take a mop, presumably because the priestess is quite a generous patron. She bowed apologetically to him, and took her steps towards the direction of Hanna and Ling again. She had asked Hanna about it, but maybe the other lady would be more informed on more obscure rumour than her? Though she looked like she doesn't really like Akasha, she wondered whether Ling would try and even bother.*\n\n\"Um, can I ask you as well? Have you heard any rumours recently..\" *She said, looking at left and right as if being wary of something, then motioned at Hanna to step closer to both of them.*\n\n\"Regarding undead, and things related?\"\n\n*The nature of necromancy itself is not really a taboo topic, given that there are some countries and cultures that don't quite see it as a corrupted act. However, the nature of her question is not something that she rather other people hear about. Akasha prided herself as a judge of a character. After her short interaction with both Hanna and Ling, they don't seem to be people who commit atrocities simply for the sake of it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "*The two, Selly and Terrel, rolled into the city, figuratively and literally. The wheelbarrow made loud noises on the pavement/road. The chicken made some squawking noises as they entered the city.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*In the time it took them to make it to the main road, his furrow would have already returned back to the Elf's hair. He'd gaze around the Capitol as they'd enter through the gates, the light mist forcing most of the people to head inside. It left the streets fairly empty which made it all the more easier for Terrel in not having to push past crowds.*\"Want to head to the tavern? Might be better to find somewhere dry for a while.\"*He'd ask, looking down towards her.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Where is it? I haven't taken a look around the Capitol in a while. I've only gone to the business I work at. And the markets.\" \n*She pushed the wheelbarrow, the chicken still inside, looking as happy as ever.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Shouldn't be much further down this road. I typically visit it whenever I'm here to either get some rest or stop for a quick eat.\"*He'd explain.*\"If you want to stop by the marketplace first though, I can find a seat for us inside for whenever you get back.\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll be back. Just tell me where you'll be at and I'll find it.\" \n*She nodded and walked off onto a street leading to a market area.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You'll pass by the Tavern on the way there. It'll be just to your left.\"*He'd say to her before she'd head off down the streets. Continuing on his lonesome for a short while, Terrel would make his way to the tavern and would head inside, finally happy to rid himself of the annoying drizzle. Unfortunately, the place seemed rather crowded with most people having similar ideas, but at least he could find a booth out in the corner for them to sit at.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "*After about an hour, Selly would end up walking into the Tavern. She looked pretty confused, holding her chicken. She smiled at Terrel, seeing him in the booth and walking over.*\n\"Markets went well. They took my wheelbarrow, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Probably for the best. You'd have to haul it around everywhere you go, but now you can focus on getting jobs done while you're here. Had any thoughts of how to make profit out of cooking while we were on the way here?\"*He'd ask, gesturing to the seat across from him in offer of her to take a seat.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Well, I could probably look for one of those small market stands, I'd have enough if I bought the smallest house available. Maybe I could cook up some exotic treats?\" \n*She held her chicken in her arms, the chicken making no noise.*"
}
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44.4 | 2022-05-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It works if that's the career you want to stick with.\"*He'd say.*\"Can just buy a stand to have a place to sell treats in the marketplace for however long you plan to unless you're hoping to return to weaving at some point.\"*He'd tug at his hair, trying to carefully wring it out with the knowledge of the bird that lived in it.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"I really want to continue weaving. I've been learning it for 10 years. But, it's just not profitable anymore. It takes too much work, especially where I live.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well you just need to find yourself a rich patron that's willing to pay highly for your weaving. It's one thing trying to sell in the market, another if you could have a suitable working place that allows you to create fabrics with a steady income.\"*He'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"And where exactly would I find one of those? You're saying I should just knock on some rich guys mansion and ask for money?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well there's that or there's getting your name out there first.\"*He'd say.*\"Not like a nobleman would pay just anyone if they don't see your clothing having any worth, but hey if you're lucky enough maybe you'll get that far. Get to work in a mansion doing something you're passionate about.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "*She took a second to think. Maybe she could take up cooking classes.*\n\n\"I guess that makes sense. So uh, what exactly is this place again?\"\n*She tried to change the subject.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Tavern.\"*He'd say simply.*\"I typically come here whenever I'm visiting the city or need a break. Never been to one before?\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"No. I've never been to one of these. Do you mind of I get a bite to eat?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's a free world.\"*He'd say before glancing over to grab the attention of one of the waiters. Eventually they'd make their way over to which Terrel would nod to Shelly so that she could go ahead and order what she wanted.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "*Selly would order a small plate of pancakes, as she wasn't too hungry. She had skipped breakfast, however.*"
}
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101.333333 | 2022-05-31 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*While Selly was ordering a late breakfast, Terrel would simply ask for a plate of vegetables and rice with some extra bread to go with it. After taking the order, the waiter would soon walk off once more, leaving the two for the time being.*\"I'll admit, as much as I'd prefer staying away from crowded taverns, can't get the same food as when I'm on the road.\"*He'd say, leaning back in the booth as he grew more lax.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"You really can't. I've gotten used to the taste of beef, though.\" \n*She patiently waited for the food to arrive, as she fiddled with her thumbs.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You on the road often? Besides... Well coming back and forth between your... Place and Salvania.\"*He'd say, slowing his words on whether to call the place of debris a proper home or not. The Elf would shake the thought off, refocusing back on Selly for the time being. It wasn't often he got to see Uzhis, though he could say the ones he had met didn't seem so bad in his eyes. He couldn't tell if the fiddling was out of either nervousness or impatience, but either way it seemed like it'll be some time before the food came.*\"I can say I've eaten enough potatoes on my trips to be considered one.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*\"Not that any would really appreciate foods without meat in them.\""
}
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{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Sounds pretty interesting. She's here in Salvania?\" \n\n*Selly would continue to eat her pancakes, seeming either uninterested or completely into the conversation. She couldn't even tell, the pancakes were just too good.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Yeah, I'm sure she wouldn't mind a meet up if I could figure out how to get a letter sent to her before I leave again.\"*He'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Sounds great. We still have a lot of time, right? Or do you need to leave soon?\"\n\n*She took a few more bites of her pancakes.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"There's never a rush, I just prefer moving between countries so that there are more options for jobs to take on rather than staying in one place the whole time.\"*The Elf would answer more casually, pushing his plate away as he'd finish his meal, soon leaning back in his seat.*"
}
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{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Ah. Well, as you could see from my living arrangements back there, I don't really like moving. I try my best to find a good place but uh, storms got the house. It looked pretty nice before you got here.\"\n\n*She'd sigh, taking a few more bites of her pancakes.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd let out a snort of suppressed amusement, holding back a cheeky retort.*\"Guess you can stay here for a while, maybe Addy can help get your business going in the time you need to find much better living arrangements.\"*He'd glance around the room.*\"Or at any rate you can work as a chef here.\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Yeah. Although I don't think I'd be able to keep up with the uh...\"\n\n*She'd too look around the room at the crowds of people coming in.*\n\n\"With the uh, people.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well there's always working for a nobleman idea.\"*He'd tease, offering a faint smirk before saying.*\"If public business doesn't work, I'm sure there's someone in this entire Capitol that wouldn't mind paying someone to convenience themselves.\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"I don't quite understand what you're suggesting.\" \n\n*She'd take more and more bites of pancake, before too sliding her plate away.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd raise an eyebrow in an almost perplexed expression.*\"It's simple. Become someone's private chef or tailor and they can pay you for it until you can find a more proper way to afford a place around here.\"*The Elf would explain more bluntly.*"
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Oh- oh! I'm sorry, I was thinking of something else.\" \n\n*She'd try to laugh it off.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would ponder over her words for a moment, opening his mouth before closing it once more.*\"Not going to ask.\"*He'd eventually say, stretching out a bit to get more comfortable once more.*\"If you want to stay here for the night I can see if I can get Addy on board with it. Whatever you choose to do in between is up to you though.\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "*She'd reposition herself on the seat and yawn.*\n\n\"That would be great! Do you happen to know where she lives? I'd love to meet her.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Quite a bit of walking from the main city. I can probably bring her over here rather than having inviting strangers onto her property.\""
},
{
"author": "Selly Ozan",
"message": "\"Yeah- that would probably be the best option.\"\n\n*Selly would look around, before back down at the plate in front of her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd glance over to her, watching her stare down at her plate.*\"At a loss for what to do?\"*The Elf would ask her with a chuckle.*"
}
] | 38 | 542 |
70.857143 | 2022-06-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*The sun would gradually set over the horizon before Melody would finally make it back in town after her training session. Only recently had she proved herself to the new guild she worked at and now that she showed off her strength, it was no better time for her to maintain it whenever it would prove to be needed again. She'd trot along the cobbled pathway, coming to notice the streets growing quiet with people heading home for the night. This time was always the most peaceful for her, but she doubt it would last in her search for a restaurant to visit before she returned home. It would take some searching for her, but she was sure she'd find one soon enough.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*During her search she'd come across an imposing sight in one of the back-streets. Leaning against a wall stood a giant Brayer lady, clad in armor, a sword hanging from her shoulder and a massive shield set up next to her on the floor. She was flicking a coin up into the air and catching it, clearly bored.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*At first she wouldn't take notice of the woman, the Brayer just barely filling Melody's peripheral as the Centaur would suddenly turn her head.*\"Oh, hello there-\"*She'd say, more taken by surprise in realizing that someone else was out here.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She fumbled and dropped the coin as she was spoken to, her gaze now locked onto the centaur as she spoke.* \"Mpf- Good evening. Need something?\" *She asked as she shuffled the coin back over to her with a hoof.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Sorry- didn't mean to surprise you.\"*She'd say, watching the woman drop her coin.*\"Nothing in particular, couldn't help but notice you hanging about. Heading home for the night?\"*The enforcer side of her told her to ask for any need of her suspicion at this time of day, the typical side of her simply saw enjoyment in getting to meet the civilians.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"I'll head back to the inn later. I'm still looking for work.\" *She responded as she crossed her arms. The large brayer's eyes flicked over the centaur.* \"What's your name?\" *She asked as she pushed herself up from the wall.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Melody Vander.\"*She'd say formally, holding a hand out for the woman to shake.*\"Off-duty Bounty Hunter, on duty New Sunlight Guildmember around here. What's your name miss?\""
}
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73.625 | 2022-06-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She reached her hand forward to grab and shake her hand. She wasn't used to giving handshakes so was a little too firm and forceful with it. Her hand was huge by comparison, at least it had fur.* \"Mmh. Just call me Sivne. I'm a sellsword, bodyguard, mercenary or whatever i'm paid to be.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you Sivne.\"*She'd say in a lighter tone, eventually moving her hand away to rejoin the other. It seemed this woman had underlying capabilities in the jobs she took on which lead Melody to believe her not afraid of dangers of the night. Still though, she didn't mind the company.*\"I was just planning on heading to a restaurant tonight.*\"Care to join me?\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*A small grin crossed her face as she nodded. She grabbed her pavise and kicked the spikes to fold them in as she picked it up and slung it over her back.* \"I could use a bite to eat. Lead the way.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*With a nod, Melody would turn to head off along the road, following the route she took before originally stopping to speak with the woman. After some time, they would find themselves to the more city-like portion of the Capitol, allowing more businesses to rise up. Some were closed, others remaining open for the night.*\"Got a particular taste for something?\"*She'd ask her to narrow down some choices.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"I'll eat anything.\" *She said as she trotted loudly through the streets.* \"Macen food is strange.\" *She idly commented. She glanced around, clearly she hasn't been in the city for too long.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"They do have some quite the variety dishes to try though.\"*She'd say, coming to a stop in front of one building.*\"Maybe this place will do-.\"*The Centaur would open the door, trotting inside while holding the door open just long enough for the Brayer to follow.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She looked down at her weapons, hoping no one was going to kick up a fuss before trotting inside. She set her equipment down near a table. She thumbed her nose and looked around.* \"Mmh.. Do we erhm.. What now?\" *She hadn't ever been to a resteraunt before.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"This way.\"*She'd say, gesturing for the Brayer to follow. The Centaur would find an empty table for them to sit at, coming to wait for the Brayer to join her at the table first before remembering that she was still in her Centaur form. In a single glow of golden light, the woman's deer-like half would vanish from sight, soon to be replaced by Macen legs as she'd take a seat at the table more normally.*\"We can trying seeing what they have here once a waiter comes to serve us.\"*She'd say casually.*"
}
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76.85 | 2022-06-26 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*Sivne looked ever so slightly taken aback by the sudden change in form, her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked over the now macen looking individual. She slowly lowered herself down onto a chair, though as she felt it start to buckle from her weight she jumped back up again.* \"I need a better chair.\" *She said with a grunt as she looked over the room. As she did so she asked.* \"What food do they sell here then?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would tilt her head a bit to the side in thought.*\"Yeah... Lots of places around here doesn't accommodate from the larger races too well.\"*She'd say, a golden light soon appearing at her fingertips.*\"Need me to shrink you down a bit?\"*It seemed like such a strange question to ask, but in time of doing this, it had become the norm for Melody, especially in coming to Salvania. Sometimes it made it hard to remember that others didn't always use this kind of magic. Hearing the question from her, Melody would say:*\"I think they have most meat dishes, maybe some rice, bread, and various vegetables. It's my first time coming here as well, but we can probably ask them.\"*She'd say, before soon waving a hand to get one of the waiter's attention.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*The suggestion of being shrunk definately didn't sit right with her, her face scrunching up as she shook her head.* \"Mmmmh no. Don't do that.\" *She looked around before stealing an unoccupied chair, placed them together and sat down on the two of them.* \"I'll eat anything, just wondering.\" *She said as she itched the base of one of her horns.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*The light would leave her fingertips with Melody instead deciding to occupy her hands with one of her utensils. She'd give an understanding nod, soon turning to face the waiter as he'd make his way over to take their order.*\"What do you say then Sivne? Shall we start off with some soup and see what there is to work with from there?\"*She'd ask, figuring they can at least start with appetizer while they took the time to look through the menu.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She nodded.* \"Soup. Soup is fine. I'll have a beer with it too.\" *She made herself comfortable and sorted out her gear, putting her elbows on the table and looking between her and the waiter.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would look over to the waiter, saying:*\"Some vegetable soup for now would be nice and a glass of water for me.\"*With a nod, the waiter would write down their order, leaving a couple menus for them to look over as he would walk off.*\"This your first time in Salvania?\"*She would ask Sivne.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She looked at the menu and blinked, picking it up and looking over it, though something seemed off.* \"Mm? Mm. It's my first time. First time leaving the federation even.\" *She answered with a nod, shifting over her seat as she feigned reading the menu. Alas, she was illiterate.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Federation?\"*She'd ask more curiously.*\"Where are you from then?\"*While the two spoke, Melody would take the time to brief over the menu, deciding to settle on some pork and vegetables with bread rolls to go with it.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Anushken, in the west. I had to get away from home for a few reasons.\" *Sivne decided she was just going to ask for a steak, assuming it'd be on the menu, setting it down. She let out a quiet grunt as she stretched an arm behind her back.* \"What's this guild you said?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh Anushken.\"She'd say, remembering that place with it not being too far from Mentia.*\"How come you had to leave?\"*Being asked what the guild was, she seemed to perk up slightly.*\"The New Sunlight Guild of course. I'm actually one of the new rookies there since I've just started a few days ago. Been having a lot of fun so far.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"I had a falling out with the elders of the tribe, i disagreed with things. Mmkpf. They were just stupid, don't worry about it. What is this guild then? What do you do?\" *She asked, shifting in her seat as she awaited her appetiser and drink.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.\"*She would say, soon falling silent again as the soup would arrive for them to eat.*\"Thank you-!\"*She'd say to the waiter before he'd walk off once more. Grabbing her spoon she would begin to sip from it slightly.*\"Well I work in patrolling the area and enforcing the law when need be. The guild itself typically works on venturing out, however, I haven't gotten that far yet. So far I've just completed my initiation test.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*Sivne snagged her beer the moment it arrived, taking a big swig of it before starting to devour her soup in an uncivilised manner. She spoke while eating and clearly hadn't ever heard of 'table manners' or other such nonsense.* \"So you're the local guard?\" *She asked, a little unsure what the distinction really was.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Something like that.\"*She'd say with a smile.*\"I am hoping to become Captain of a Guard one day after all.\"*Melody would pause in her eating, watch Sivne eat more sloppily across from her.*\"Do you... Need a napkin with that...?\"*She'd ask more casually.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She shook her head and didn't think anything of it.* \"Mmh. No.\" *She chugged some beer before continuing the conversation.* \"Do anything other than being a guard?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well I've also worked as a bounty hunter for a while.\"*She'd say.*\"But outside of that just been mainly exploring around Salvania. It's a big city considering I've moved here a few weeks ago.\"*The waiter would eventually return, a paper and writing utensil in hand as he'd wait for them to take their order.*\"Know what you want?\"*Melody would ask her.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Mm? Just a steak, and more beer.\" *She hoped that a steak had actually been on the menu, she quickly wolfed down the rest of her soup and washed it down with her beer.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would pause for a bit, debating between whether or not to question the meal choice before soon deciding not to.*\"I'll get some pork with rice and vegetables and some rolls for the table please.\"*She'd say. The man would jot their orders down, soon walking back off to go deliver them.*\"So what do you around here typically?\"*She'd ask her after he left.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Typically? Mmkf.\" *She grunted out and scratched the base of her horns.* \"I only just got here. I took the first ship i could. I'm just looking for work. Might see if they need mercenaries in some war somewhere.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well I know the guilds typically hire people to help with missions. It's practically what I've been doing all this time with bounty hunting before officially joining one. I think it's a nice place if you ever plan to settle somewhere, but for traveling mercenaries, there are plenty of other guilds out there to go by to see if there's been any job offerings.\""
}
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{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She finished off her beer her stomach letting out quite the rumble as she leaned back in her seat, the chairs creaking just a bit.* \"I'm not the settle down type.\" *She snorted, tapping a finger against the table.* \"Any wars going on?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would look at her a bit quizzically, finding the question somewhat odd of her to ask.*\"Well there has been a war going on in Mentia for years now... My home country actually. From what I'm hearing it only seems to be getting worse.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She let out a hum in thought, tapping her fingers on the table.* \"I've never been. Mmh. Which side are you from?\" *She shifted a bit in her seat, a small grin forming.* \"Do they pay well?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I'm not too sure actually. I haven't been involved in it.\"*She'd say. Melody was sure there were a lot more complications than simply being paid for it. War was costly enough as it was.*\"I'm assuming you plan to head towards Mentia to help out with the war efforts?\"*She'd ask.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Mmh. Fighting is just what i do. I wouldn't make a great carpenter.\" *She thumbed at the side of her nose.* \"You know who's in charge of where in Mentia?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well it's been quite some time since I've been there. Things may have changed a bit with the war seeming to get worse by the minute.\"*She'd say scratching at her head. As they'd speak, the food would eventually be thought out, warm dishes with meat covered in a variety of sauces to help guide their tender flavors. A bowl of bread rolls would be sat center to them. With a thank you to the waiter, the man would leave once more while Melody would grab one of her utensils.*\"Did you have a side in mind of who you may help out... Or... Is it mostly the pay you're looking for?\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She hefted her shoulders in a shrug as she began to chow down on her meal.* \"I don't care. As long as they're not completely bad and they pay well.\" *She drank some more beer and hummed.* \"Mmmm. I'll see who's actually hiring first.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd eat her meal much slower than the Brayer, pondering over it a bit.*\"Well if you think you're able to. Do you think you can try seeing how Northern Mentia is doing? It's a pretty small country and I don't think their chances are the best, but I'd like to hope that there's others out there to help them out.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Are you from there?\" *She asked after she swallowing a big chunk of steak, chugging some more beer.* \"Mm. I'm not too picky, as long as i get paid.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I am.\"*She'd say, continuing to eat her meal.*\"It's where my hometown is actually. Sometimes I worry for the place with the war going on, but if you do find reason to help out, I would be grateful if you gave assistance to Northern Mentia.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She let out a hum, nodding a few times as she continued to eat her steak, wolfing it down quickly and wiping her mouth with her arm.* \"Mm. I'll look into it. Have family there?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would eat away at her food, soon finish her pork and rice while leaving the bread in case the woman wanted any.*\"Yes, quite a large one actually. I come from this big family of merchants, but... Well I decided to travel here to continue my work. I do hope they're keeping safe out there. None of them are much of fighters.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"Merchants, I know the type.\" *She finished off the last of her beer.* \"I spent a lot of time in the federation's trading city, saw plenty of them. I'm more used to robbing them than dealing with them.\" *She gave a devilish smirk, followed by quiet rumbling laugh.* \"I'm sure your folks are good people.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Miss I wouldn't think it wise to be saying things like that in a public space.\"*She'd say to her.*\"It's not very lawful and could possibly warrant arrest.\"*Melody decided to give her the benefit of the doubt that she was simply joking, otherwise forcing her to have to go on duty again.*\"They are...\"*She'd say with a quiet sigh to agree with her, eventually pushing away her empty plate and the bread rolls as well. The Centaur would simply drink from the water instead.*\"At any rate, however you choose to help in the war, I wish you luck.\""
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*Her taking it seriously just made her more ammused, laughing a little louder and waving it off.* \"I'm just messing with you. Baha. I was raised by a bunch of jokers, don't mind me.\" *She smirked and shook her head.* \"Thank you anyway, been a good talk and a good meal.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would laugh along with her confirming it a joke, albeit carrying less humor and seeming more awkward.*\"You're welcome.\"*She'd say, placing down some money on the table before gradually getting up from her seat.*\"It was nice getting to talk to you.\""
}
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{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "\"It was a pleasure.\" *She grinned and stood up, reaching over to give her shoulder a pat.* \"Don't be a stranger now. Mmh. I'll be seeing you soon mm?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"If you decide to stay around the city for a while I'm sure we'll meet again.\"*She'd say with a dip of her head before waving.*\"Cya.\"*She'd say with a light wave before soon heading off.*"
},
{
"author": "pluto4608",
"message": "*She nodded her head.* \"Take care, be seeing you.\" *She picked up her things, letting Melody leave before her. She grabbed everything before leaving, humming as she trotted off.*"
}
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{
"author": "goobersurf",
"message": "\"Its more of a world wide book, plenty of recipes from all over, I might have a local book somewhere in my bag if that's what you are after mainly, give me a moment to quickly check.\" \n\n*Dana would take her bag off her back and plant it onto the floor in front of Melody and start to scrounge about inside of it, trying to find something more \"Local\" As the Centaur wanted. Dana would search around her bag for a little while before coming to the conclusion that she didnt have anything to the Centaurs taste.*\n\n\"Im afraid this is all i have Miss but i assure you it has quality recipes inside, i have used a few on my travels, and i am happy i did because, they were delicious.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would smile down at her sympathetically.*\"Well, if it does have at least some local recipes, I guess that'll be just as fine.\"*She'd say to her. At least either way, it can show her the different dishes she could attempt to make. The Centaur was sure the people would appreciate the different foods even if it was foreign to them. Maybe she could even try making some homemade dishes from Mentia.*\n\n\"What's your name, Miss?\"*She'd ask her curiously as she waited for her to get the book of recipes Dana had originally offered. The Uzhi didn't seem much like the normal street vendors that took up most of the marketplace which made Melody wonder if she was a traveling Merchant of sorts or perhaps someone simply trying to sell things as a side gig.*\"I'm Melody Vander, but you can just call me Melody of course-.\""
},
{
"author": "goobersurf",
"message": "\"I'm Dana, Dana Blair, a pleasure to both meet and do business with you Melody. So, what were you thinking price wise for buying this thing, Id rather hear what you want to pay before handing out a price so we can negotiate a little.\" \n\n*Dana proceeded to back up her bag up, organising the books a little bit so the next time she searched her bag, it wasn't so difficult to find exactly what she was looking for. After organising the bag, The Uzhi would get up to eye level with Melody, her bag back where it belonged. Dana wasn't exactly sure what kind of price this sorta book would go for but she imagined it wouldn't exactly be cheap nor costly as it did contain quite a few recipes from all over the world.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Pleasure to meet you as well Dana.\"*She'd say back. Being asked what she was thinking price wise, Melody would reach for the bag strapped to her side. After fiddling through it a bit, she'd eventually grab a small pouch and would look inside it.*\"Would 75 Silver suffice?\"*She'd ask the woman curiously, looking back over towards her. Melody had never bought a cookbook before and for this one to uniquely have all kinds of recipes, she wasn't quite sure how pricey it would be or if it was even pricey at all to begin with.*"
}
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would suddenly go quiet as the noises of something moving about met her ears.*\"Who's there-?\"*She'd ask, readying her weapon as if she half expected to be attacked out here. While she hadn't had the worst encounters in traveling, the wildlife wasn't typically in favor of her as forewarned by her parents some time ago. They had always worried so much of some wild animal or hunter mistaking her for a deer with her centaur-half that at this point she was starting to partially believe it. At least if they could properly respond, it would be evident enough to confirm that it was just another person. Melody wasn't hoping to fight nature today anymore than she'd have to. \n\nAfter a short while, she'd decide to relax her grip on her weapon slightly. Perhaps to make sure she wasn't coming off as too threatening if this was just another passerby.*\"You can come out.\"*She'd then say, replacing what was once harsh words with a much calmer tone.*\"I don't want to hurt you or anything-.\"*She didn't mean that enough to completely lower her weapon, but she at least hoped letting her guard down would be enough for whoever it was. Being this close to the border, it was always hard to tell with new encounters, though Melody supposed she had been too fortunate so far for her luck to suddenly run out now.*"
},
{
"author": "Bella Gladstone",
"message": "*At first, Bella was very clearly stressed out by the situation. She had already been ambushed by a pack of goblins and narrowly escaped thanks to the aid of a friend. Now she was alone again, but this time there was nobody close to save her. But she knew all too well at this point that relying on others to fight was not what she wanted to do. It wasn't why she set out in the first place. But it was at that moment that she heard the voice of the centaur call out, a little reassuring to think that perhaps the person wasn't as hostile as she had initially expected.*\n\n*She let out a groan as she lifted herself off from the grassy terrain, brushing off twigs and grass from her skirt before she followed her ears towards the source of the voice to find the noble beast itself, weapons still in her hands.*\n\n\"Oh, uhm, hello.\" *Miss Gladstone said softly as she two came face to face. Of course, due to inexperience - Bella was clearly not used to meeting up with another in the middle of the forest - especially when they were armed. The last thing she wanted, however, was a fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh-.\"*Melody would say as Bella would finally come into view, her shoulders growing more lax.*\"Just another Macen-.\"*There would be a slight sound of relief in her tone and in figuring there wasn't much to worry of now, she'd soon put the dual scythes away.*\"Apologies miss, I figured you for a bandit or another wild animal out here. It seems nature must have done a number on you out here.\"*The Centaur would mention, noticing the bits of grass and twigs falling from the woman as she'd get back up. \n\nShe'd offer a hand out towards Bella for her to shake, deciding to introduce herself as she'd repeat what she was telling herself earlier in her head.*\"Melody Vander. Not so local Guildmember nowadays. What may I call you miss?\"*There seemed to have been a slight shift in posture as the Centaur would stand up straighter in comparison to how she looked before when she was ready for a fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Bella Gladstone",
"message": "*As she had locked eyes with the noble Centaur who stood before her, Bella couldn't help but to feel a little out-of-place. Melody was right - nature without a doubt had already devastated the poor merchant a bit, and this wasn't even the first time that it had occured. Bella's home was in the comfort of a nice fireplace with something to read, not out in the wild yonder soaking up what nature had to offer.*\n\n\"It wouldn't be the first time I felt rather afraid about what was going to happen... It's not often that I set out, and especially not for ingredient hunting... But I would like to maintain my own stock somehow.\"\n\n*She took a deep breath, relaxing herself before she gladly extended her hand out towards Melody, shaking it in response.* \"Bella Gladstone, merchant, chemist and proprietor of the Gladstone Apothecary, my family business back home in Kadho.\" *She said formally, before she made a cute curtsey with her skirt.* \"A pleasure to meet you, it's not often that I meet someone of your dignified race!\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Pleasure to meet you as well Bella.\"*She'd say, moving her hand away afterwards.*\"Seems a lot of people find it rare to find a centaur. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was the only one around here, but surely that can't be true.\"*Even until this day, she found it odd how other people have so rarely seen centaurs before to the point where other places couldn't accommodate their size. It was fine though, Melody didn't mind changing that. At least this woman had some respect towards her race which was more than what could be said about a few people she had met since coming to Salvainia. It seemed like Bella was out hunting for ingredients which Melody could only assume was to help with her chemist practice. Looked like she had quite a few skills under her belt, but it was a wonder of why she'd come this far from any civilization.*\n\n\"Pretty far out for restocking.\"*She'd point out.*\"The border can be pretty dangerous nowadays. You must have heard of the Mentian War going on, right? Seems like it's only getting worse by the minute. I wouldn't recommend straying this close to it with everything going on.\"*Melody knew she didn't have much authority out here to tell someone what was best for them when they were doing their own thing, though she couldn't help but advise against going into a country of war as much as it made her a hypocrite. Bella didn't look like much of a fighter in Melody's eyes. It would be a shame for someone like her to get caught in the middle of a warzone without ability to protect herself if it ever came down to it.*"
},
{
"author": "Bella Gladstone",
"message": "*The mentioning of the Mentian war only made Bella's heart sink. If anything, it only made her take a step backwards as she uneasily placed a hand on her wrist, rubbing it gently.* \"If anything... It's because of the war is why I'm here. I can understand if you believe that it's foolhardy for just a common woman to venture out towards the conflict rather than away, especially when she has a store to take care of, however I have my reasons...\"\n\n*She took a deep breath, before she made the attempt to relax herself once more.* \"There are people out there who would be grateful for my help. Not everybody has access to the common alchemical goods and potions that some may rely on, and I wish to venture out and make more of myself. Rushing headfirst into the battle is the absolute last thing I wish to do, but somebody has to go out there and provide aid to those who may require it.\"\n\n*Bella then placed her hands back onto her lap calmly, as her motives continued to shine through.* \"It's why I am here gathering ingredients. I don't quite know why you're here but... I mean you absolutely no harm or disdain.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh- No I didn't mean it like that-.\"*She'd quickly say in hearing Bella's explanation for why she was here. Part of her felt bad for assuming her to just be wandering around the area without fully knowing the danger, but it looked like she was trying to help out as well. Melody would tilt her head to the side a bit. This was probably the first she's heard someone mention helping out in the war without directly fighting in it.*\"I've never met someone looking to help in the war this way before. Most just... Talk about picking a side to fight on depending on which stood the most chance.\"*Her facial expression would seem a bit irritable, but she'd try to quickly shake it off and not think too deeply about the words of what someone had once told her about her dying country.*\"It's always a wonder to me. But most only care about taking advantage of the monetary gains from helping a side get the upper hand...\"\n\n*She couldn't even act surprised of it. What more would non-mentians do than assist the armies in a war as if it were a game of monetary gain. It was simply in nature of most. She'd refocus her gaze back on Bella after a short moment of being lost in thoughts, her emerald green eyes meeting Bella's more magenta colored ones. Centaurs weren't known for the ability of reading faces like Silnaris were, but she had picked up a thing or two from being one herself at some point.*\"Believe it or not I'm actually out here because of the war as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Bella Gladstone",
"message": "\"When it comes to money, I'm perfectly fine. I run a business back home in Kadho and it has moderate success... But I've always felt that it's important to provide something, even at times like this. I am just a mere merchant however... There isn't too much I **Can** Do.\"\n\n*Bella gave a sigh as she understood her past failures. It was just how reality was in her eyes. No matter how much she tried to break out of it, in the end she understood that she was just a run-of-the-mill Mentian woman, one with delusions of something greater. Her sister did great things. But she wasn't her sister. She wasn't the talented chemist and mercenary that her older sibling was. She was about to fall to that swarm of goblins if she didn't get aid.*\n\n\"But enough about myself. You said that you are here because of the war... I don't wish to pry, but why is that?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would let out a quiet sigh at her question, mainly since she knew the response that followed wouldn't put her in the best of moods.*\"I'm trying to get to my family before the war does.\"*She'd answer.*\"They're not really well equipped with fighting, especially not my younger siblings. Just a group of merchants I guess you can say.\"*Melody would offer a smile to her, seeing some relation in the career path most of her family followed with Bella doing the same.*\"I wanted a different life than them and decided to come here some time ago, but since then I've only been hearing that the war in Mentia has been getting worse by the moment.\"\n\n*It was tiring to imagine how far she'd come this way to start her new life only to have to quickly return to her old one to help her family travel to a much safer place. She wouldn't want to leave her family in such a harsh state, but even she had hoped things would have gotten at least a little bit better.*\"I've been told North Mentia won't stand much of a chance, so I've been hoping to get there and avoid most conflict to help my family out before it's too late.\""
},
{
"author": "Bella Gladstone",
"message": "\"They're merchants too...\" *Bella repeated, the common link between occupation and family that the Mentian and the Centaur shared obviously being more than enough to convince her within a positive fashion.* \"I... I'm sorry. It seems like family is a big motivation for the two of us. My sister, you see... Prior to the war, she was a merchant and chemist much like myself. Unlike me, however, she used her alchemical abilities to land herself a well-respected job as a mercenary, all while I remained at the Apothecary, making nothing of myself.\"\n\n\"It's... It's also why I'm out here to help others. I want to make something of myself like she did...\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would give a look of puzzlement as Bella seemingly tried to compare herself to her sister in hopes to accomplishing as much.*\"Well if anything, I think you're on the right track to become a well versed healer.\"*She'd say in a tone of encouragement.*\"I'm sure there's a lot of people out in the war that would appreciate the help of one. I know I would anyways if things end up not going so well.\"*She'd smile slightly.*\"Don't worry so much about living up to your sister's image. Whatever you choose to do, I'm sure you can work up to being something great.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*It was early morning and she was moving along the bustle of people. There was a farmers market out on the streets and people could be heard yelling and trying to get people to buy their produce or whatever they were selling. It ranged from vegetables to armor. She seemed to be looking around for something or maybe someone. She had a hurried demeanor. Not much could be said about her expression however as a Kitsune mask sat on her face, covering all but her lips and chin. She was going quite quickly and almost ran into multiple people along her way, not really paying attention to what was in front of her. Her kitsune mask charms swayed and clacked, making it all the more dramatic. She was beginning to get more and more upset when, she ran straight into a very tall figure. Gasping, she fell straight on her backside. Before she even fully processed what had happened she fixed her mask, in case it had moved at all. Her tails bushed out in shock and her ears flat against her head, she looked up at who or what she had ran into, not saying a word.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The very tall figure turned around as she was run into; there was a large, blue tail swinging from underneath an equally large black cloak. Looking down, the glowing orange eyes of an Oni stared back at her, and she narrowed her eyes. Curiosity struck her face, but it did seem angry.. The woman was intimidating. Her face itself was hidden, only her eyes visible beneath the dark cloak. Setting a large hand on the kitsune's shoulder, she held the lady in place. The long, blue and claw-like fingers gripping her were not rough, and in fact were quite gentle and delicate, almost as if she was trying to apologize herself.*\n\n***\"You.. You ran into me. Apologize.\"***\n\n*Her voice was silky but somewhat tough, as if she had lost her voice. It was also a bit loud, but not booming.*"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*Her tail only bushed up more as she touched her but soon she was able to take a breath and calm herself enough to stand. She slowly stood up and brushed herself off, trying to keep herself calm. Having not seen an Oni in quite some time she was in awe of her stature. She had forgotten how tall they could be. Shaking her head to try and ignore the memories of such an Oni she finally spoke,* \n\n \"My apologies... I was trying to see where I was and I guess I wasn't looking at where I was going..\" \n\n*She breathed out a shy laugh, still feeling a bit nervous and unsure. Looking around and sighing she figured to ask, feeling a tad embarrassed.*\n\n \"Do you maybe know your way around? I'm a bit lost... I'm trying to find a place that may have some books I could read... Like a library or something...\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The large Oni stood up fully, and the true size of her stature was revealed; it looked like she grew an additional 5 inches.. The 7'3 giant grinned underneath the cloak, and removed her hand from the girl's shoulder, holding it out in front of her instead. The enjoyment she felt simply seeing a nonhuman like her lit her eyes up brighter. She had not seen one from her homelands for a long time.. It was like she saw herself in the lady. Well, not really, but.. Still.*\n\n***\"I happen to know my way around, yes. Would you like me to take you?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She felt like a metaphorical weight had been lifted off her shoulder, and I suppose a real one too.* \n\n\"I would really appreciate that, yes. I'm not super great with finding my way around... I grew up in a smaller place...\" \n\n*She adjusted her backpack and sighed, her tails finally fully relaxed. Her ears now high and alert she looked around, trying to see if she could figure where she was, one last time before letting her lead. Still feeling absolutely lost she looked back to her, hopeful.* \n\n\"Lead the way? I have no idea which way it is from here... I was hoping I'd find a road sign or a map or something...\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The large Oni had a better idea than just leading the lady, and instead she grabbed her by the hips and set her on her shoulders. It was.. Relatively high, if you looked at it from a normal-sized person's perspective. And like that, she was off, marching towards the library with a kitsune on her shoulders..*\n\n***\"I must ask, how long have you been in this city?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*Her tails brushed up again and she gasped out in shock. Wiggling around a lot she wasn't sure how to process what the hell just happened, her panic telling her to fight. She grasped tightly onto the Oni, not quite digging her claws in but certainly putting pressure. \n\n**\"Hey! I did not ask to be-\"**\n\nSuddenly, she felt her scar begin to burn and she flinched and froze, ceasing her talking. Having suddenly stopped moving, she grasped even tighter onto the Oni to keep herself grounded. Trying to calm herself down she took deep breaths, her heart being able to be heard in her ears. She spoke again, trying to respond and act normal, not really succeeding at doing so.* \n\n\"I didn't know you were going to do that.\" \n\n*She had spoken between her teeth, an anger coming out into her voice. She took another breath in before responding again. Trying to stay calm.* \n\n\"Not long... A few days...\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Right, listen I think I can tell when someone's annoyed. But you're gonna live with this, 'cause I'm not gonna take your hand and lead you a mile down a pathway crowded with people. And I can tell.. The library is one of the biggest places in Salvainia. It's quite fascinating, really. Oh well! Off we're going! To the library, young fox lady!\"***\n\n*Matime was now stomping down the streets, holding onto the legs of the kitsune so she didn't fall. She also didn't mind the woman gripping onto her as tight as she was; her thick skin was somewhat resilient. Of course, it did still sort of hurt...*\n\n***\"Or are you in pain? I can't tell the difference. Not like it matters much to me, nothing I can do about it.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She clenched her teeth together, her ears pulling back. While this Oni was certainly helpful she was not super considerate. Holding back a growl of sorts she huffed, trying not to get too worked up. She began to look at where they were going so she'd hopefully remember for the next time. Being lost was not something she enjoyed. It made her quite unhappy actually. Her scar still burned strong, but she did her best to ignore it, knowing that paying attention and getting worked up over it would only get worse.* \n\n\"How far away is it?\" \n\n*She asked, trying not to sound too enraged.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"A mile. I just said it, lady. Geez, you sound annoyed. Do you really want me to put you down that badly?\"***\n\n*Matime kept walking, shoving past the crowd of people and continuing forward. There wasn't any people who could stop her anyways, and in the end there was something fun about tormenting the little lady on her shoulders.*"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She growled, feeling herself loosing control.* \n\n\"I would rather you put me down, yes. I do have legs.\" \n\n*She clenched even tighter into the women, trying to control her anger. This wasn't how she imagined getting help would look like. And this Oni's words were not helping her keep calm. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths in and out. It didn't help that she was also in pain, due to her scar. It felt like it was clawing down her face, and down onto her neck.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The Oni grabbed the lady by the shirt and cloak and lifted her back onto the ground, now just grabbing her hand and pulling her along. Since she was obviously annoyed, she was just gonna stop talking to her, as she was also getting annoyed at the kitsune. She was helping her, she might as well let her! But no, the stupid cat just HAD to get mad at her. Oh well.. It was only another minute or two until they arrived at the library.*"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*Her ears down and her tails fully fluffed she sped walked along side this women. She was certainly going way too fast for her and she felt herself being dragged by her hand quite heavily. It was hurting her arm and shoulder pretty bad. Her scar only burning stronger she had a deep frown on her face. She began to growl, as the pain grew. Trying to rip her hand out from her grasp, she thrashed about, only then beginning to yell,* \n\n**\"Let go of me!\" You don't need to drag me like some child!!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*Stopping in her tracks and turning around to face the kitsune, the large Oni stared down at her with anger in her eyes. It was like fire and ice combined, as if she was piercing her soul with her eyes. There was an angry grimace on her face, and as she turned she grabbed the other arm of the kitsune, holding her firmly in place.*\n\n***\"Calm down, girl. I'm taking you to where you want to be. If you keep trying to pull away, you're going to tug your arm out of place, and I won't do anything to help you. Do you understand, kitsune?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*This only fueled the demon inside her and she growled. The demon began to claw its way down her arms and into her eyes. Her eyes looked bloodshot but the coloring was instead, black. Looking up at the women she had a whole other demeanor, like a whole other being had taken over. Her arms veins slowly began to be colored black, matching her already blackened fingertips. Her breath becoming heavy 'she' started to thrash about again, trying to get out of this womens grasp.* \n\n**\"Let me go Demon!!\"** \n\n*She wasn't actually talking about the Oni but it sure came across that way. Ivy was trapped inside herself, desperately trying to regain control.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The Oni narrowed her eyes, definitely noticing something wrong. Quickly grabbing the woman tightly, she ran off into the alleyways, keeping a tight hold on her arms and holding her head away from her body. She may be a demon herself, but there was still the need to protect the lives of people anyways.*\n\n***\"This is certainly not good.. I need to find a cleric..\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She panicked hearing about the cleric. This wasn't something she wanted getting out. This would scare people. She'd be even more cast out then she was at home. Thrashing about more, she began to gnash her teeth and scream out, trying to bite the Oni. The demon and her were almost working together at this point, her fear driving her.* \n\n**\"Let me go!! Help!! Let me go!! I don't know you!!\"** \n\n*Her words were a mixture of her talking to the Oni and demon in one. \nHer fear growing, 'She' began to kick her legs towards the women, aiming at pressure points if 'she' could, and using all 'her' strength.* \n\n**\"I don't want to go! Let me go!\"**"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*Well, this was certainly going to be hard to deal with.. Continuing to hold her in place, she needed to find a way to get the woman to calm down, but she had no idea what was happening to her.. Using one hand to hold both of the Kitsune's, she reached back and grabbed some rope from her pouch, swiftly and tightly binding her arms and legs together. She also pushed her against a post and tied the woman to it, just to be safe.*\n\n***\"Fine, no cleric! But whatever you are, leave this woman at once!\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She continued to thrash about. The look in her eye, mad. Beginning to bite at the rope she tried to bite her way out, looking wild. The black in her veins didn't seem to be spreading any more but it wasn't going away either. 'She' stared the women in the eyes, her glare cold and empty. Gnashing away at the rope. Behind her she somehow got one of her fingers free and began to try and reach for her dagger unbeknownst to the Oni.* \n\n**\"Leave me alone!\"**"
}
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{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*Matime continued to wrap rope around the woman until she was basically out, and then she backed away once more. There was an obviously very careful nature to her, as even as a terrifying Oni, she was still, after all, mortal.*\n\n***\"I will not leave you here like this! You're clearly not yourself!\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*She screamed, thrashing about more for a few seconds. Glaring at the Oni, 'she' breathed heavily. There was a tiny bit of blood coming from her mouth. 'She' had probably cut it on the ropes. Suddenly the black all moved. Even from her eyes it seemed to go. Going all to her mouth and lips it almost looked like she had black cracks. She seemed to wince for a moment before 'she' spoke.* \n\n``` \"Don't stand so close... It's contagious.\" ```\n\n*A small forced laugh came out of her and then the black disappeared, back under her mask. Just then, she passed out. Her whole body going limp.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Hmpf.. Contagious my ass..\"***\n\n*The Oni grabbed the ropes and slowly and carefully began untying the woman, making sure not to let her move. Trying to be careful as she removed her from the post, she lifted her up and slung her over her shoulder. She refused to untie her arms and legs, since she didn't know if this would happen again, but since people would get suspicious if she didn't, she did cover them up as best as she could.*\n\n***\"I'm taking you to see a cleric. Sorry, lady, but I can't let this slide.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Ivy",
"message": "*Her body was completely limp, except for her occasional breathing. Her arms and legs as well as her religious charms on her mask swung as the Oni moved, there being no sign of waking up any time soon. Her mask was somehow still on her face. But it would very easily fall off if any bump were to happen. Ivy was meanwhile dreaming, she dreamt of her life with the Oni that rescued her as a baby.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The Oni began walking off towards the location of a temple, not too sure if there would be any clerics currently in the location. Either way, she would have to deal with it for the time being.. She was going to leave her with the clerics, and as soon as she saw it, she brought her inside, untied her, and swiftly left the area. She would let the clerics deal with her, but she didn't want to leave the lady.. Not when she was very clearly capable of hurting people. What was she afflicted by, though..? She would have to figure it out later.. If they ever met again.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*After a long journey, Kibaru has finally arrived back in his home land. Having gone to Runra with his friend Terrel and gone through many trials. Finding his long lost past and avenging his fallen ancestors. Testing his might and even establishing another business.*\n\n*In the Capital of Salvania stood his now finished eatery, not yet booming from recently opening after being burned down by his previous companion. An eatery less fancy then it's previous state before he assumed new owner ship of. It's style being completely different from the previous Restaurant here. One with no name as of yet.His eatery had allot of imports and exports for the amount of people there.*\n\n*Inside stood Kibaru, working hard to arrange everything. From customers to their deliveries. A kemonomimi with several Bright blue tails behind him with the same bright blue colour colouring his ears. His hair being slightly less colourful sporting a blue tint to it. His feet were in brown fur lined boots with a fur lined Jacket opened to reveal his bare chest. His pants were torn on the ends reaching just low enough to over the remainder of his legs.*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The tall, muscular woman entered the eatery, her stomach growling as she looked in her bag to see how much money she had. 'Mm.. Not a whole lot..' she thought to herself, stepping in anyways. She was roughly 7'3, 230 lbs and strong enough to lift a table with one arm, buut she went to sit in one of the chairs and kept her hood on. This woman had an.. Odd aura, to say the least. While kemonomimi may be from Runra, they were still more common than what she was; the long, blue tail with an arrow-shaped end may give away her species, but she didn't mind much.*\n\n***\"..Mmm, any service here?\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru took note of the woman and when she spook he looked around to note there was no one serving her* \"Come one guys... At least prioritize new customers\" *He mumbled to himself before grabbing a small notebook and moving towards the Oni woman*\n\n\"Well now... Aren't you a big one. A bit of muscle to boot, huh. Anyway. What can I get you, beautiful?\" *Kibaru asked with his tails swirling behind him. Even though he was working, he seemed to still have a Katana on his hips, but he didn't seem to be hostile, but quite welcoming*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*The Oni looked down at the kemonomimi, her pale, glowing orange eyes staring into his like daggers into his soul. She seemed a bit off, sort of like she had seen a ghost.. Well, that's besides the point. There was an obvious blue tint to her skin, and her giant size and large tail would probably give away her species quite quickly.. She'd learned quite fast that not many people appreciate Oni in their establishment.*\n\n***\"Mmm? Oh.. Er, what do you sell? And for what prices..?\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well we don't really do fancy stuff here. But generally anything. We do majority of home made kinds of dishes and such. We also sell ingredients if you prefer to make your own food and rent out our Kitchen if it's not to busy... For a fee though. Wel also do Rations... Quite profitable for adventures I'd say.\" *The Kemonomimi didn't mind her appearance of her race. Generally this hulking woman was more his type overall.*\n\n*A quick look around would reveal to the Blue oni that the wasn't of her only kind here. There were workers of many races and variants. Seemingly there were both a red and blue oni in the open kitchen*\n\n\"If you're looking for a recommendation, I would say our boar ribs are of the highest quality... Not out most expensive dish, but our finest. If you're looking for a larger quantity, We do whole bores and whole chickens.\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"I'm only looking for a quick meal, something that'll fill me up. I've got to get back out there and do some adventuring.. As for rations, say, what do you have for those?\"***\n\n*Matime had plenty of time on her hands, considering she wasn't even any quests at the moment, but she did want to get out there to find some. Of course, she was still trying to carefully conceal her appearance, and it was working relatively well; she didn't appear much like anything except just a really tall person.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Adventuring can wait for a bit, it's important to enjoy a nice hot meal every now and again... Especially with winter aproaching. As for our rations...\" *Kibaru said a he wrote down some notes seemingly deciding and order for the indecisive stranger.* \"We have plenty of dry meats, tofu and many dried fruits. Just tell me how much you want and what you prefer to eat on the trip\" *Kibaru didn't even notice the Oni in front of him was trying to disguise herself. Usually a must works best for that... Along with some magic and tucking away a tail or two*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Errr... Meats. And bread. And I could go for some soup, then, if you have any.\"***\n\n*Matime sighed, resigning to have a nice warm meal. She hadn't eaten properly in days, and she needed to get her strength back up.. Well, either way, as an adventurer she had a lot on her mind, and even moreso as she tried to pretend she was normal.*\n\n***\"I just need the prices.. Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me the prices. I only have so much silver.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Geeze calm down...\" *Kibaru said with a light chuckle as his hand moved to rest upon the hilt of his blade. His face remained the same friendly way it was, but his aura was intense, as if warning the newcomer.. The Scars over his bare chest and his face was a testament to his battle prowess* \"I'd say your requested meal is about 15 silver for the large portion. And our whole chicken is 20 and the boar is 60 silver. Worth the price to keep the old belly full. For a two kilo bag it'll be 25 silver and 50 silver for a five kilo\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Geez, okay.. Let's see how much I've got in my pockets..\"***\n\n*Matime reached into her bag, searching through it to locate her silver pouch. She pulled it out, and began to count her coins..*\n\n***\"..Mmm, which of those are rations? I don't need a whole lot, don't want things to go bad..\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"It's dried for a reason for a reason dear. It's meant to last for a few weeks. 25 for the small back and 50 for the medium bag\" *As the message got across to the woman, he resumed his previous stance with pen and book in hand.* \"You just a big bowl of ox soup and some bread with butter I presume. And a small back of rations?\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Ah.. Okay. Just a small pack of rations and a bowl of soup, thank you.\"***\n\n*She finished counting her silver and set it down, sliding it towards the man. She was definitely quite hungry.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"As you wish ma'am\" *Kibaru said with a quick bow before hastily walking towards the Kitchen, handing on of his chef's the note he tore from the small book. After he walked back sitting on opposite to the starving customer* \"Whilst that prepares, would you mind indulging my curiosity for a bit. I feel like conversations helps speed the time along while waiting for food\" *The Kemonomimi Gave a tilt as if you size the woman up a bit more now that he has the ability to do so*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Curiosity? About what?\"***\n\n*Matime looked down at the kemonomimi, not entirely sure what he wanted. Of course, she'd answer his question if she really felt li it, but if it was something she wouldn't like, well, she'd probably just ignore him entirely. Matime set her pouch of coins back in her bad, stretching for a moment and then looking back to the man.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Where'd you come from, and where are you heading?\" *Kibaru asked seeing as that would be simple question to determine a base line of how comfortable she was with him asking here stuff* \"And maybe why you left and why you're going to where you are\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Runra. I was born and raised there. And I'm not particularly going anywhere, I'm simply traveling, searching for a purpose, gaining more tricks.. Learning.\"***\n\n*She paused to ponder the rest of his question, and then she sighed. She missed home, for sure. She would have to go back sometime soon.*\n\n***\"I left simply cause I wanted to. I wanted to explore the world, experience everything it has to offer.. Become something greater than I am. Build a legacy. I wish to be a great mage one day.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"A mage huh. You'd be one hell of a mage. Wouldn't need to worry about close quarter encounters then\" *He said with a slight chuckle* \"I actually just came from Runra. Was bore and raised in Salvania, but I wanted to revisit my roots... Was sad to discover my clan was kind of wiped out, but it was fun paying the one responsible for it and holding them a little accountable\" *Kibaru didn't want her to feel like she was being interrogated, so he made sure to add something about himself where he could*\n\n\"And I get leaving to grow. Any reason for setting out to be a great mage though?\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Not particularly. Magic has always been my forte, and I was always pretty good at it...\"***\n\n*Matime shrugged, a sort of bored look on her face. She had never really thought about it before... Well, either way, she was still starving and wanted some food.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru's ears peaked and he turned around towards the kitchen with his ears moving slightly. He then looked back at her* \"Well, seems the food will soon be ready. Quite lucky had most of the prep already done.\" *He said with a smile before resuming the conversation* \"You know. Okamimi and Kitsune have a talent for magic as well, quite funny how I'd prefer melee combat over magic though... Haven't used magic in quite the while now. What kind of magic do you specialize?\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "**\"Erm.. I specialize in Aqua, arificing and alchemy. I can perform many different kinds of magic if it comes down to it, really. I'm not particularly good at some, but I'm not horrible at them either.\"***\n\n*Matime left out the rather important fact that she specialized in necromancy as well, as she didn't want him to think of her as a freak or a dark sorcerer. In her eyes, necromancy was the type of magic you used if you were particularly evil or hated the idea of following the rules; while this wasn't the case for her, at least not entirely.. Necromancy was still her primary magic.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Good thing she didn't mentioned her specializing in necromancy. Kibaru don't think of the magic as evil, but he looked down on it as it tends to break the rules of nature. He believed the dead should rest peacefully and undisturbed. Magic that tempered with the natural laws went against he's views as a hunter and a previous magic user.*\n\n\"Well if you want to be a great mage, you'll have to at least be able to use every spell proficiently enough. Though I'm guessing you have quite the time left to learn how to do just that.\" *He then turned his head again before looking back at her* \"Well guess that's my queue. I'll be right back\" *He stood up and walked to the kitchen seemingly getting her order. Soon returning with it with something else*\n\n\"Here you go ma'am. Hope you enjoy\" *He said as he laid her food out in front of her and taking his place with some dumplings in front of him* \"Where were we?\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*Beginning to carefully eat her soup, she thought for a moment. She was still relatively young for an Oni, and as far as she was aware, could complete her training early-on if she was careful enough. Fiddling with something around her neck as she ate, she then spoke out once more.*\n\n***\"I can't use EVERY spell proficiently.. But I can use a good portion of them. While I may not have much in the ways of training yet, I can create water, fog.. Transmutate, heal, and more or less anything you might be able to think of in the basic sense.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Able to heal, mmm. Prefect timing. You know. Me and a buddy of mine have been in search of someone with just that kind of ability for our small little party... Our previous companion... Ended up setting this place ablaze due to some... Problems. But it looks like you might be able to keep you cool\" *Kibaru said as he ate his dumpling with a smile on his face* \"Ooh, So good... It just explodes in my mouth\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*She chuckled a bit and slurped down some of her soup again, and stretched momentarily. Truthfully, she wondered if she could pass off some of her necromancy as demonic magic..*\n\n***\"Are you praising your own food? Heh.. Well, either way.. I'm not too much of a healer right now. I can definitely improve; but overall, I do have the ability to heal. It's just through a few certain.. Ways.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I didn't make any of this... Food always tastes better when prepared by someone else. And I must say, the cooks really have improved\" *He said with his tails wagging slowly behind him* \"Don't know if I could best them... I'll have to challenge them soon enough\" \n\n\"Oh and no worries. A battle mage that know a little healing is better than a mage only healing. We just need someone that can patch us up after and probably during combat just a little.\" *He then looked at her a bit before taking another bite* \"What do you mean?\" *He asked in regards to her saying 'certain'*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Ah, it's nothing.. Just some of the demonic magic I possess, it does allow me to heal people. But.. You have a party, I heard? When are you going adventuring again?\"***\n\n*Hoping her trick worked, she quickly finished the last of her soup, stretching and looking around. She hadn't actually gone on a quest before, and she hoped she would be able to join his.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Mmm... Demonic... Sure.\" *Kibaru didn't seem to believe the story. He himself grew up with allot of folk tales, but her knew the difference between Demons and Oni.* \"We often travel actually. I've just come to stop by the eatery for a bit. We're constantly going from place to place. Exploring, learning new things, meeting new people and all that fun stuff.\" *Kibaru then held the bored of dumpling out to her* \"Want one?\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "*She took the dumpling and pushed the whole thing into her mouth, shrugging as she chewed. Not like she really cared if he believed her or not anyways, since she didn't say anything to give away that her magic was necromancy.*\n\n***\"You own this place? How much money does it make you?\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well it's just started. Been open for a month or so... So I would say I haven't yet made profit. The repairs took a while after the fire. But I would say it should make a decent profit pretty soon. Enough to buy another eatery in Runra... That way I can make full use of my ship to transport good without the tax or extra costs\" *Kibaru said smiling at her not being shy at all to his offer*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Well, the food's pretty good, and the prices aren't bad.. I'd say you could turn a profit within the next month or two.\"***\n\n*Clearing her throat, she stretched once more before standing up, looking around a bit more before gathering her things.*\n\n***\"Well, if you ever need me, just come look for me at the inn. I'd be happy to take you up on your offer as a healer. And, you wouldn't have to worry about finding fresh water, just leave it to me.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well that would actually be useful. I'll be sure to ask my friend. Then we could pay you a little visit. Oh. And if you need to get to Runra. I'd be happy to have you board my ship, You'll just need to help with loading and unloading supplies. Sounds like a fair deal\" *Kibaru said as he finished up his dumpling leaving one on the board* \"You can have that one while I go fetch your rations.\" *Kibaru said as he took off to the Kitchen getting a decently sized bag and bringing it to her*\n\n\"There you go. If you feel like dinning, feel free to visit at any time. And if you wouldn't mind, spreading the word\""
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"To Runra? No, I can get there normally, I'm alright. I mean, I was born and raised there, I have a few connections who can take me home.\"***\n\n*Tossing the last dumpling in her mouth and swallowing the entire thing in one go, she tossed the rations into her bag and nodded, understanding what the reasoning behind the 'spreading the word' meant.*\n\n***\"As for your establishment, sure thing, I'll spread the word. I can set up a few posters if you'd like too. But, well, I better get going.. Need to pay for tonight's room, and it's a bit late.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well you just need to put a good word in where you go and I'm sure I'll be ahppy enough.\" *He said with a smile and a nod* \"Aye, best be on your way before all the rooms are rented. I'll be sure to fins you soon enough\" *Kibaru gave a bow to her* \"And may you rest well\" *He said before standing back up, taking their dishes and heading back to the Kitchen*"
},
{
"author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni",
"message": "***\"Thank you. Have a great day.\"***\n\n*And with that, Matime left the establishment.. And just then completely realized she forgot to mention her name. Oh well, he'll know who to look for. Not like she's hard to miss..*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "Claiming this channel\n\n*The business was now well underway before snowfall. Which Kibaru was quite pleased about. This was to be the best time to be ready. The Okami was busy venturing through the city, doing research and spreading the good word of his eatery. More customers would be ideal.*\n\n*Kibaru's most notable feature was his bright blue tails swirling behind him with his bright blue ears constantly moving to info. He was wearing brown boots and black pants with torn sleeves reaching them. He had a snow white coat lined with fur on the ends and no shirt, which was visible due to his habit of keeping his coats and Jackets open. He was Quite use to the cold and preferred it over the heat.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The cold was most welcome to the maiden knight, reminding her of home - however bittersweet the memory tasted. The streets were sparser than her last visit, the chilly air chasing away most who wander the city for leisure, Her armour had it's lines of fur reattached, her gait slow and ambling as a gauntlet rested on her longsword handle.*\n\"The heart of humanity... Even the cold cannot chase away everyone, it seems.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*See a new adventurer, Kibaru didn't even hesitate to engage with he* \"Good afternoon madam. I'm spreading the good word or my eatery down south. May you be interested, I'll be sure to show you the way\" *Kibaru said as he bowed to the Woman in fur lined armour*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I guess you can say that. But I do want to open shop somewhere else. Maybe I'll do so in Runra. And start selling Salvania cuisine. Along with other things\" *Kibaru said before arriving at a building that seemed pretty large for an eatery. The placed looked allot better than what it did a few months ago.* \"We also offer bedding to people. But we mostly only offer to those we can trust, highly important guests or our employees when they need it\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Now you've mentioned it, I'm curious... We've just met, so mayhaps I'll request a room after a few more visits.\"\n*She cooed softly, taking in the exterior with a quiet admiration. Most buildings down this street were of an entirely different sector, so she thought it shrewd to fill a demand in the region. She ran a gauntlet across the wooden door frame, recognising the wood and smiling to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Tsuyoi Eatery... Name's still a work in progress\" *Kibaru said as he shooke his head to himself. The wood seemed to be new with other parts seeming to have a much more expensive and older wood. From all the new wood, she would be able to tell this place really went through some renovations recently* \"Pleas make yourself at home. I'll be with you in a sec\" *Kibaru said before dashing into the Kitchen area. Talking to his staff at the back*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She nodded to him, quickly moving back as he rushed past. Giggling softly at his expedience, she wandered inside, taking a long breath inwards as the warmth of the interior hit her.*\n\"Tsuyoi... Means 'strength', I believe? We picked up parts of Runran back home, from visitors...\"\n*Elias breathed, glancing about at the décor with a muted wonder.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yeah, Strength, might. That is my family name\" *Kibaru said as he came back hearing her talk. He had a notebook in hand with a pen in the other* \"Right. Anything I can get you then?\" *Kibaru asked with a smile, Tails wagging slowly behind him*"
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"You'd be surprised, young man. No preference, whatever you deem best.\"\n*She gave a soft chuckle, a look of quiet pride in her eyes as she leant back in her seat. The mention of a party turned her thoughts back towards her last interaction, the young noble seeming to have collected himself for the most part... She wondered if there would be a group she could call her own one day, and whether her fate intertwined him at all...*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Young man? You never assume the age of an Okamimi or Kitsune. I mean, we hqve trouble guessing each other's age as is\" *Kibaru said with a grin* \"Well then. I think we have a beer that would pair perfect with out Ramen. I'll be right with you, Ma'am\" *Kibaru said teasingly before he dashed of into the kitchen and giving her order. Soon he would come back and take a seat across to her* \"Well then. Your meal with be ready in a a few\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Ah, apologies. You don't look much older than me, is all. I can't imagine what the etiquette would be, if one cannot determine another's seniority off looks alone...\"\n*Elias mused, still tapping her chin thoughtfully as he returned. Her attention snapped to him with another smile, giving him another examination as he sat down.*\n\"Most excellent... From the way you spoke of this place, I would assume you were the proprietor?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"But... I am\" *Kibaru said with a questioned look on his face* \"Oh, I see. Just becuase I'm the owner, doesn't mean I can't do my fair share of work. Especially when I bring in customers. But I mostly only do the waiter gig privately. I do often cook though, but that's just me working while I enjoy my passion\" *Kibaru said with a nod and smile*"
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight gave a knowing nod, unsurprised at such a stance. The food brought her mood up by a few measures, clapping her hands together as her expression brightened.*\n\"Ah, excellent. It looks fantastic, thank you~\"\n*She gave her compliments, twirling her utensil between her fingers deftly and pondered on which meal to tackle first...*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"YOu are very welcome. Now dig in\" *Kibaru grabbed his chop sticks and began eating his ramen with his tails wagging a little at the treat. He was quite exited to see how this menu item turned out and it was visible* \"Before it gets cold\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She slid the bowl closer, deciding that the boar would still be very warm by the time she finished the ramen. Putting down her fork, she squinted slightly at the chopsticks Kibaru used; having never seen them before.*\n\"Are those Runran in origin? I imagine the noodles are easier, but the broth...\""
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Ah, excellent. Hm, rations? An interesting choice of business for a restaurant, but I may be interested yes. I'll inquire the next time I run low.\"\n*Elias thanked her new acquaintance with a short bow, setting the money on the table and tugging at her armour as she rose from her seat. She slowly made for the door, stifling a burp as the weight of the meal hit her properly now.*\n\"Thank you again, Kibaru. It was a pleasure to meet you and the workers at this establishment. I may be a repeat customer...\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh, that's good news indeed. Please be sure to stop by allot then. We might even give discount if you become a regular. Just don't expect to have the boss waiter for you again\" *Kibaru said with a smile as he waved her off. After he would go to the kitchen and start experimenting with a few ideas*"
},
{
"author": "aviatorenthusiast",
"message": "Where the quest ended or wha?"
},
{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "\"Left me alone?! If anything you sent me into that alley as some sort of fucking bait!\" *Clearly still riding the adrenaline and rage from her fight Heide would yank the unspent coin pouch from her belt and shove it against Grey's chest.*"
}
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{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "\"Oh yeah I handled myself, but now I've got a few extra fucking holes!.\" *Almost as if they hadn't existed before she brought them up Heide's wounds would all began to sting her at the same time.* \"Fuck!\" *Taking in a sharp breath the woman would swing her arms out and step back from Grey, trying to lessen the pain anyway she could, though the movement only cause more blood flow.*"
},
{
"author": "Grey the Hound",
"message": "\"Calm down fool, you're killing yourself faster.\"\n*Grey growled, before sighing. He reaches under his cloak once more, only reappearing with a bottle of red water instead of a pouch of gold.*\n\"Drink. You'll feel better.\""
},
{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "*With a growl the merc would spin on the balls of her feet and quickly snatch the potion away from the wolfman, nearly breaking the neck as she uncorked it and then chugged it down, and within a few seconds all the red was gone and the bottle tossed off into the street while Heide once again took in a breath and gently tapped her side as she waited for the stinging to stop. Once it did the girl would exhale and nearly fall over.* \"Woah... Why haven't I been drinking any of these?\""
},
{
"author": "Grey the Hound",
"message": "\"Because their expensive. That potion alone cost four nights at an Inn with full service. You're paying me back for that.\"\n\n*Grey would sigh, placing a hand on his hip as he looked around the area.*\n\"First fight and you've already left quite the mess... Let's get out of here before we're called in for questioning.\"\n\n*The wolf look down the alleyway where the corpses lie before stepping away. His footsteps heavy against the cobblestone earth as he moves to a more frequently used street.*\n\"This time, *Don't* Burn anyone alive.\""
}
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{
"author": "Grey the Hound",
"message": "\"Sure... Come on then.\"\n*Grey would quickly turn away from the woman, taking a few steps towards the exit. He glances back at her bloodied appearance, and sighs then.*\n\"Wonder how far we'll get before the blood covered woman is confronted.\" \n\n*Moving on, the two soon find themselves in the bazaar section once more. The streets busy with the general hum of day to day life, the city alive and well. Though there's an obvious separation between the couple and the rest of the crowd.*\n\"At least I know you can handle a sword now... Now what...\"\n\n*The wolf glances down at the floor in thought. He could visit the Young Lord and Serena... Return home for a momentary break. Head off into mentia for more work.*\n\"Hm...\""
},
{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "\"Tch, I don't know why the fuck there was any doubtin', what kind of idiot carries around such a big thing without knowin' how to use it?\" Heide would roll her eyes as she trailed behind the big wolf, her freshly bloodied sword rested over her shoulders with her arms craning up around it; this would cause much of the blade to stick out further to the girl's left, causing even more congestion in the road. Though as her bussiness partner thought with that big ol brain of his the girl would begin to get inpatient, and that only added to her annoyance for today, so for a little bit of measly payback the bitch would step at Grey's heels however since she wasn't wearing shoes it would probably just feel weird. \"Go ahead and make up your mind, but if you send me down another alley Imma chop off your balls, you dick!\""
},
{
"author": "Grey the Hound",
"message": "\"One who's overcompensating.\" \n*Grey said as he thought, then feeling the strange touch of Heide's feet. He'd look back with an uncomfortably confused look, before sighing and glancing back around.*\n\"Yeah... Well, we're here to get some rations for a trip. Let's get you some shoes as well...\"\n\n*The wolf would continue to look around the street venders, eventually spotting what seemed like a stall filled with clothes.*\n\"Ah bazaars, convenient till the end. Let's have a look.\""
},
{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "\"Duuuuude I don't need shoes, been livin' most of my life without em, don't need em now. Just like this stupid cape thing!\" *She'd exclaim, tugging at the length of the accessory Grey had bought her earlier which was now a little singed at the edges due to her more than firey fighting style. Though seeing as she was still comfortably wearing it over her shoulders was telling, the fur almost made all the ugly expressions she wore a little less so.* \"Let's just go get whatever rations your big ass needs and leave this fuckin' place, I'm gettin' damn tired for the city.\""
}
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{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "*The young woman would sneer at her boss for a good few seconds before finally letting out a heavy groan and plopping down in whatever seat the cobbler had for customers, then sticking out her well calloused feet like a pompous noble.* \"This is stupid. Besides I don't think anyone hiring mercenaries expects them to be a prissy little girl, but whatever, it's your money.\" *Then Heide would just cross her arms and await whatever was in store for her feet.*"
},
{
"author": "Grey the Hound",
"message": "\"It's just shoes, don't be such a pain.\"\n*Grey would glance back as Heide takes a seat. Approaching the countertop and the small dwarven man behind it.*\n\"Excuse me, could I have a look at your stock? Something durable, protective, warm.\"\n\n*The dwarf would stare up at grey, his face as still as a stonewall. Though a tint of disgust seems to seep through his demeanor as he speaks.*\n\"We don't serve your kind here, fur bag.\"\n\n*This as you'd expect would cause the dog to frown. But he'd persist anyway, glancing back at Heide.*\n\"But this is not for me. I need it in a ladies size.\"\n\n*At this, the dwarfs eyebrow would rise. Slowly leaning past Grey to discover the woman sat inside his hut he hadn't even noticed. He'd glare at the dog before putting on a smile as he addressed Heide.*\n\"Excuse me Miss, but it's impolite to make others speak to your *Slave* On your behalf. I'll forgive it though, so let's have a look at what fits and works.\""
},
{
"author": "Heide Theres Sephiran",
"message": "*Heide would raise a brow as soon as the dwarf addressed her boss, and though she found a bit of delight in seeing Grey somewhat inconvenienced, this wasn't exactly the way she thought or wanted to annoy him.* \"Hmmm... Yes, you know what slave, go fetch me a bag of manure or something of the like, we do oh so need something to fertilize my winery~.\" *The merc would command in a more than exaggerated hoity toity accent while she crossed her legs and wriggled her toes.* \"And you dwarf I do so apologize for making that beast speak to you, and I would like to *Peruse* Your merchandise but my feet are disgustingly filthy.\""
}
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{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*The black veil of night covered the skies of Ramul Ta, stormy clouds hiding the moonlight behind their lightning and drops of water aggressively pouring on what or whoever was below. The streets of Salvainia were completely empty, people running for shelter in taverns and their own homes. No one dared to challenge the forces of nature that raged that night. An ambitious soul, however, braved the rain with great determination. A man dressed entirely in black mounted on a large draft horse the same color as the storm whipped the reins of his animal hard, looking back once to see a few horses following them amidst the chaos.*\n\n*Not long before, he had just killed a nobleman and made off with one of the family's horses. There was no other option but to flee the place at the fastest speed he could, so he took Hel. The best horse of all. The strong legs of the mount worked to keep them away from their pursuers, hooves pounding aggressively against the wet stone floor. The young man pulled the reins of his horse to turn a corner in an attempt to lose them, coming to a street with some people still outside. The only light was from torches covered by some ceiling, reflecting against the horse's black fur. The two of them looked like one big black figure. As if death had come to haunt the civilians.*\n\n*And indeed, death had already come for Alaric.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The rain pounded on as the Silnari begrudgingly trudged through it at its lack of warning. The season had come where the weather seemed to be at its angriest and always, on the occasion, did the Elf find himself taking the brunt of it. His clothing had grown heavy below the pounding rain, but still he kept onward in figuring he'd make his way back home sooner or later. One of his wolves kept by his side, the one that had stuck with him the longest and one who had decided to join him in his trip to the town that ended up being cut short. The wolf seemed to be taking it much better, and Terrel couldn't help but enjoy the company despite everyone else vanishing away for the night. The two had managed to walk onto a small street where a few people still remained, though naught before his wolf ears suddenly shot up, a growl escaping his low throat at something that had caught his attention.\n\nAt first Terrel figured it being the sound of lightning crashing down, echoing across the town in a loud rumble, however, it wasn't long before his gaze suddenly fell upon the large figure, mounted atop a powerful steed. They seemed to be moving with haste, causing his wolf to grow antsy enough to bark at them and keep them away from him. A commotion began to grow, the Elf of course being oblivious to whatever the sudden chaos was, but whatever it may be, he hardly wanted part in it. Terrel narrowed his eyes at the figure, one hand lowered to the hilt of his sword as he seemed to stare the man down in daring him to make his next move wisely.*"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*The face of the Macen on the horse was completely tense, traced with incessant water droplets that traveled a thousand different paths until they fell onto the fabric of his clothes. His clear eyes flew quickly around the people around him, landing exactly on the pig mask not far from him. For a few moments that seemed like an eternity, he stared at the masked figure and his wolf before he dashed off again. The horse ran alongside the wolf and the elf with speed, making a turn right beside them to enter nothing but an alley. No way out.*\n\n*Alaric looked up at the high walls blocking his escape with distress on his face, looking back quickly to check if the guards had arrived on the scene. It seemed he had a few seconds to hide based on the faint sound of hooves pounding against stone muffled by the uncontrollable thunder in the sky. He got off his horse in one leap, guiding the animal to the darkest corner at the end of the alley. A dim light from one of the windows overlooking the dead-end street illuminated the place faintly, but not sufficiently. The man leaned against the wall beside the horse. Air was moving in and out of his lungs with difficulty, slowly calming down as he tried to regulate his breathing.*\n\n*What was left for him to do was to hope that no one would reveal his hiding place.*"
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel held the gaze for a long while, studying the tension in his own body language that didn't fall far from that of what Terrel could make out of him in the darkness. He was definitely running from something, though as he suddenly dashed off and rounded a bend, the sound of hooves that followed seemed to answer any question that could have come from it. His wolf barked and snapped at the horse that ran past, growling at those nearby from the over stimulation before Terrel whistled him back to attention. The wolf looked back at him for a brief moment and, as the sound of horses grew louder, he uttered two words to him:*\"Uri... Nügch...\"(scatter... Distract...).*The wolf took a short pause, soon turning tail and running off into the small crowd, letting out a series of barks as it went and causing people to jump in trying to get away from the wolf suddenly running about. \n\nTerrel turned away from the mild chaos, slipping his way down the alley the man had once vanished into and peering into the gloom as he stared down at the person huddled away from view of what Terrel could only assume was whatever it was that was chasing him. The Elf brought a finger up to what could be seen if his mouth, signifying silence. He listened out for the sound of barking, hearing it grow more and more distant with a rising pounding of hooves that followed. Listening, listening until it was barely heard over the rumbling of thunder. He eventually returned his focus back to the man, his body growing still yet he stood firm in the place of the person's one exit.*"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*Alaric's clear eyes flew toward the end of the alley when he heard the barking of the wolf he had seen a few moments ago, the fear of being discovered had increased even more. Was the canine pointing out the place where he had hidden? His expression tensed a little more at the thought that he would have to get ready to run away again, somehow. The elf's simple sign in his direction made him immobile for a few seconds, uncertain whether the man was a salvation or another problem in his stormy night. As the confusion behind the mysterious figure slowly ceased, the Macen stepped cautiously away from the wall and took two steps toward the light. Terrel could see a few features of the man in the dim light, such as a few spots on his face, wavy hair, and a cut on his left eyebrow with some blood already washed out by the rain. However, it was apparent that he was no ordinary thief or peasant given the clothes he was wearing.*\n\n\"Who are you?\" *He asked with a little hesitation as he maintained his defensive posture with one foot back. One hand was near his waist while the other gloved hand was in front of his body, as if asking the elf not to come close. \"Listen, I- They want to get the wrong person.\" That was certainly a lie, although no explicit sign indicated that. *"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Your lord and savior.\"*He said sarcastically in answer of the man, the irritability from both the rain and unexpected run in showing quite clear despite the mask he wore. The Elf didn't seem to care much of the man's excuse for getting chased down. Every other person these days somehow ended up on the wrong side of the law, yet only the amateurs can cause this much commotion especially for something that was supposedly not their own fault. He eyed the man, watching his body language showing warning of not drawing any closer to him. The Elf wasn't planning on it, though the man thinking he stood a better chance with the Elf than the guards that chased him made it all the more tempting. There was clearly something different about him compared to most others that ended up in these kinds of situations, but the Elf could only let out an eventual scoff from the man reminding him of a thief he knew all too well. As far as bad heists went anyways.*\n\n\"If you're looking to attack me, I can assure you that more things will come after you than just those guards which will end far worse than if I were to hit simply throw you back out there. You're not any more trustworthy than I am, but I can assume that you wouldn't want to take your chances with them again, would you?\"*He questioned, tilting his head back the way they had originally entered. It only took one word and this man was as good as trapped in the own hole he had managed to dig himself in. Terrel had his fair share of helping out criminals, though even if this man was as innocent as he claimed to be, the law probably deemed him otherwise by now after chasing him all around the city streets.*"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*Alaric's expression seemed to change subtly at his stranger's unexpected response, adjusting his posture to a firmer, taller one. An itch in his ear told him that the elf seemed more of a problem than really a help. The string of bad decisions he had made so far would be funny if he were not the protagonist of this whole mess.* \"There is no lord or savior, but good try.\" *He replied with a tone of humor in his speech before running one hand over the bruise and then up toward the wet strands of hair. His eyes blinked a few times with the drops of water still falling down his face annoyingly, in the end facing the masked elf again. His mind thought of various possibilities of how this meeting might end, most of them ending with him being sentenced to death. He pushed the voices speaking in his head to the back of his mind and turned his attention back to the man's words.*\n\n\"I don't want to attack you, I just want to get out of this place.\" *He sighed in frustration, eyes widening slightly as he watched the elf move toward the outside of the alley.* \"If you were really going to call them, you wouldn't send the dog there.\" *He said with a firm tone just before thunder took the skies again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with a mixture of irritation and frustration. The horse behind him seemed agitated by the noise of the rain and lightning that was far from ceasing that night.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Silnari let out a low chuckle at his words. At least he had some humor in him despite the situation. Terrel could get around that. The Silnari turned away from him, unflinching at the next strike of lightning that came crashing down. He took the time to briefly look around. Some of the crowd remained startled by the event while others must have retreated away from the rain and chaos. No guard in sight. The coast seemed clear for now.*\"Then we best get moving again, don't you think?\"*He asked back to the man in a lighter tone. It was a suggestion of the Elf helping him, but one thing Terrel learned on his travels was the fragility of bringing someone along with him. Some ended worst than other, but considering he was still alive, Terrel figured he didn't have to worry too much on it. Besides, the man could always make a run for it and, at that point, he'd no longer be a problem of the Silnari's. He stood by the exit of the alleyway, moving just to the side as if to give him the choice of running off again or waiting until Terrel made the next move. His gaze remained on the man for time being, a small glimmer of amusement crossing what could be seen of his face.*"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*For a second, a quick moment, the ghost of surprise set over the Macen's face. He still had his doubts about the elf, but the clear sign of assistance coming from him left Alaric somewhat surprised. He let out a small sigh as he heard the words, unrecognizable in the rain, as if he had been holding his breath all this time. One corner of his lips curved up in relief and satisfaction at the feeling that they were doing something crazy. The elf's actions at the very least made him wonder if he might have committed a crime himself or if he had ever met a criminal before he met Alaric. It didn't matter anyway, and it wasn't time to think about it. The man stared at the eyes behind the mask for a moment as he saw the space for him to leave with his mount. Without even thinking, he took the reins of the horse he had stolen and led it toward his unknown helper, not getting close enough to be seen by anyone nearby. No words were spoken, but from his expression, Terrel could be sure of his choice.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A mischievous smirk crossed the Silnari's face. He was starting to enjoy this. Turning away from the man once more, he peered out at the streets before soon slinking out from the alleyway and darting his way along the buildings. Despite his large frame and colorfully damp attire, the Silnari moved quite agilely across the wet streets. He ran with the sound of thunder, stopping only as the sound faded for too long before the storm returned a signal to keep moving again. From the looks of it, it appeared like he was heading off towards the gates of the city, not once bothering to check back to make sure the Macen was still following. It seemed like if Alaric was going to want to stick with him, he was going to have to find a way to keep up with the Silnari lest he risked behind left behind.*"
}
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{
"author": "sadcatclack",
"message": "[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[In use]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*Salvainia empire is a busy place, filled with knights, adventurers and ofcourse, traders and merchants, natasha and moog also come to here just like any merchants else to sell they product but first, they need to work on there stall, it was a small one but it was just enough for all the potions that they make. Natasha quickly run to the stall setting place in excitement and looled at moog who is carrying all the planks and tools*\n\n\"This place is so great, com'on moog, hurry, we wouldn't able to sell anything if we not set up the stall early enough\""
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*He was walking slowly carrying all the materials and trying not to fall down or hurt himself. He knew he was the muscles but sometimes he just wants to sit down with his wife and just read something until he falls asleep.*\n\n\"I'm coming but keep in mind I'm carrying all these things so I'm trying not to fall, love.\""
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*Natasha looks at moog and feels a little bad because force him to carried that much stuff all the way from maktuvia to salvaina, she walks toward moog and take the tools box from his hand, it might not be a big help but atleast she try her best, but if you think natasha is a weak sauce, nah, she's also a physical damage dealer, this girl have a strong body like any other physical damage dealer*\n\n\"Let me help you so you have a free hand\""
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "\"Alright thank you my love now let's set up our shop before all the good spots are taken.\" \n\n*He walks towards an empty area and puts down some of the wood and starts setting up the base using the hammer and nails from the toolbox.*"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*While her husband is building up the stall, natasha go to the wooden boxes and checking all the potions, it contains in glasses so she was a bit worried that they will break, after all, this's the cheap glass not the expensive one so it not very reliable*\n\n\"One... Two... Seems fine. How lucky, i though some of them break while traveling\"\n\n*She then looks at moog that still setting up the stall, she decided to give him a little refresh. She walked behind moog then place her hands on his cheeks, also use a simple ice spell to make her hands cold*\n\n\"Is it hot?\""
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*He laughs a little bit as he feels his wife's cold hands on his cheeks and he uses a simple fire spell to make his cheeks warm up to counter her cold hands*\n\n\"No it feels perfect but my heart does feel hot whenever I get to be around you my love.\""
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*Natasha got a light flustered after hearing what moog had said, she know that her husband is quite flirty but she still cannot completely get used to it. She stretches moog cheeks instead of respond to his words*"
}
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{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*He smiles when he starts to feel his cheeks being pulled by Natasha.*\n\n\"C'mon love you know you enjoy when I flirt with you~\"\n\n*He continues building the stand. He finishes the base and finishes the pillars as well he then starts working on making the roof and some shelves as well*"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"Focus on your works\"\n*Natasha sit downed on a wooden chair that she prepear earlier and wait for moog building the stall, seems like tired of waiting and have nothing to do, she eventually falls asleep*"
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*He finishes making the stand and sets up all the potions and weapons they brought over to sell to the town. He then turned around and saw Natasha sleeping so he walked over to her and picked her up bridal style.* \n\n\"Wakey wakey Natasha the stall is ready.\""
}
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{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*Natasha slowly wake up when feel been carried by moog, she slowly opens her eyes and looking around, after have knowledge about moog is carrying her, she simply just closed her eyes again and speak with a sleepy voice*\n\n\"5 more mins...\"\n\n*Natasha had go in to the lazy phase*"
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "\"C'mon babe wake up it's already time to open shop.\"\n\n*He thought of a way to wake Natasha up to he gave her a kiss on the lips to make her wake up. He knows Natsha always gets flustered whenever he gives her a kiss.*"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"!?\"\n*Natasha immediately wakes up and bonk moog multiple time because the *\n\"Don't do it in the public, damnit!\"\n*She get off from moog and go to the stall to start filling the shelf with potions while still feeling a mixed feeling of mad and flustered. Tsundere confrimed?*"
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "\"Oh c'mon baby you know you love it when I'm flirty with you~\" \n\n*Since moog was a natural charmer he was always finding ways to make Natsha blush. After setting up the potions and some weapons they were finally ready to start selling their products.*"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"Focus on the work\"\n\n*Natasha had cool down and back to be normal natasha. If moog was a natural charmer, natasha likely to be a mood breaker, as you can see, she can break the flirt of moog just by one line when she back to her normal state. They start selling their products until the sky turns evening and the streets begin to less busy*\n\n\"What a day, let's pack the other product up and let's go back home...\"\n\n*She just realize that it had evening already and if they come back now, it will be morning when they come home so she decide to stay at the city for a day and will comeback home next afternoon to refill the stock instead*\n\n\"Let's hire a room here today, it's night already anyway\""
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*Moog was laying down on a makeshift chair and just fell asleep. He was really tired with selling stuff and setting things up and it would take a miracle to wake up back up.*"
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"....\"\n*If you trying to get something out of natasha with this, try again harder next time, she's more of a realistic than romance type of people. Natasha use an ice spell to make her hand cold af then simply lay it on moog chest so he could feel the cold to the fullest*"
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*When Natsha but her hand on his chest it was super warm and he only moved a little bit. Moog then grabbed her and held her close while he was still sleeping.* \n\n\"Ahh nice...\""
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "*She got surprise with this act of moog but then quickly back to reality*\n\"Moog, wake up, this is not the time for this, you will catch a cold if you sleep like this\"\n*He slightly slap him so he could awake, if this not work, she will use more drastic solution for drastic situalation*"
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*He still didn't do anything and just kept hugging her and keeping her close. He really enjoyed holding Natsha since she felt so cold and he was always so warm it was a match made in heaven.* \n\n\"No... Don't leave\""
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"....Moog, it's really not the time to play or avoid me like this, we will catch a cold, so wake up and let's rent a room... Or not, i will... **Drag you to there my own**\""
},
{
"author": "Modguist",
"message": "*The moment he heard those words he got up and immediately hid behind something. Moog fears no man he only fears one woman and that one woman is her wife Natsha.* \n\n\"No... Scary\""
},
{
"author": "Natasha",
"message": "\"Good, let's go\"\n*She approach moog then drag him by grabbing on of his horns anyway*"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace sat at the bar of his establishment, glass of whiskey in hand. He seemed to be taking in the atmosphere of the tavern. It's excessive size permitting a swarm of various races and ages, segmented into various rooms of activities. A place for those who wished to indulge in their vices, gambling, drinking, girls and violence. Perhaps not the best use of the wealth Horace had accumulated, but a place he was happy to call home nonetheless.*\n\n*Once more the kitsune glances over the crowded room he rested in. The main hall, a sort of lounge for the drinkers to rest and gawk up at the band atop their stage. In particular the young female singer dressed in fine velvet cloth who stood center stage, commanding the room with her beautiful song.*"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Bar? Perhaps it wasn't a bad choice to go for something after studying the grimoire all day. Cuo had absolutely no real idea what alcohol was; she just knew that bars had drinks, and drinks were what she wanted.*\n\n*The mage opened the door, a raven on her shoulder. She was dressed quite oddly, like a shinobi from Runra, yet her build indicated that of someone physically weak and incompetent. To add to the strangeness, a heavy black grimoire was strapped to her belt. Looking around in awe, Cuo eventually sat herself down at the bar, facing the kitsune.*\n\n\"Do you have anything sweet?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune glanced at the newcomer, taking a final sip of his drink before sliding the glass away.*\n\"Sweet? Of course we do, pick your poison.\"\n\n*He picks up a decorated piece of paper, placing it down on the countertop. It seemed to list some special drinks the place provided, hard liquor, wines, spirits and tonics. There seemed to be some non alcoholic options in a box on the left hand corner titled; \"The Sober Side\".*\n\"You've got a unique look girl. Where are you from?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ooh...\"\n\n*Why did alcohol take up so much space? At least there were regular drinks somewhere. Ooh, was that..*\n\n\"I'm from Runra. Waaaay across the ocean. You look like you'd fit in there, a bit. There's a lot of kemonomimi there.\"\n\n*Cuo looked at the menu for a little longer before deciding on something.*\n\n\"Could I have a juice please? And maybe something light to eat as well?"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Think so. I've never been into magic, but I'll say having cool drinks on demand is helpful.\"\n*The kitsune then turns and blinks at the crow. Surely it couldn't read, right? Maybe it's just something it picked up from her owner. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, so the blond quickly jotted it down on a ticket before sending it back.*\n\n\"Quite a bird there.\"\n*He nodded and resumed his normal stance of cleaning a glass.*\n\"I respect that. Not exactly a great place, despite how tourists seem to think. So, find anything good out here?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Cuo nodded as she slowly sipped on the drink, savoring all the sweet, chilled fruity goodness. The crow looked at Horace with a strange intelligence in its eyes.*\n\n\"Oh, that's Garuda! She's helped me a lot. Say hi, Garuda!\"\n\n*Garuda the raven looked at Cuo before the bird shook its head.*\n\n\"Ah, she's not too friendly. Anyway, I'm here on my first job! I can't say too much about it, but I'll be working with 4 others. It'll be fun!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Hello to you too, Garuda.\"\n*The kitsune humored the girl and attempted to make nice with the bird. Glancing back to her as she explains her job.*\n\n\"A job huh? Judging by your attire, I take it you're some kind of ninja? Maybe an adventurer?\"\n\n*After a few moments a bell is rung and a plate of freshly made potato sticks slides out. The kitsune plucks it up, sliding it before the girl.*\n\"Careful, they're hot.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Eh, I'm not the best ninja. But I do have a little magic!\"\n\n*A potato stick floats up into the air and into Cuo's mouth, who bites into it eagerly. Unfortunately, as she was warned, the food was indeed hot.*\n\n\"Awfafawffafa-\"\n\n*The raven looks at her before rolling her eyes, simply waiting for them to cool down.*"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune watches as the supposed ninja burns her mouth. A light smirk on his face as he raises an eyebrow at her.*\n\"Magic eh? Where'd you learn? I can think of a couple magic schools in Runra. Although whether they still exist or not I couldn't say.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Hawthawthawt-\"\n\n*Cuo swallows the crispy hot potato stick quickly, before taking a sip of the cooling juice and letting out a sigh.*\n\n\"Hm, it was... Shinkuryu, I believe. It's for both martials and magic, with most of them being both. I'm no good in a physical fight though.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Shinkuryu... I've heard of it, never been there myself. What did you study?\"\n*The fox rests back on the countertop, glancing past Cuo for a moment to check on the crowd. The stage crew were preparing for another performance, probably the last of the night.*"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Eeehh... Not that much. Just some basic Arcana and Force magic, along with some offensive fire. Garuda here helped me with the rest of what I know.\"\n\n*Cuo stroked the raven's head. Said raven did not look too happy to be petted.*\n\n\"I wasn't a very good student.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The blond glanced at the bird, wondering how exactly a crown could teach her magic. Then again it didn't exactly seem like a normal crow.*\n\"Well, school isn't for everyone. I taught myself just about everything I know, and look around.\"\n\n*He gestures too and around the building, it's large hauls paid for by his own labor.*\n\"You can do a lot of things in a lot of ways. Just gotta open your mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Hm? Everything?\"\n\n*Cuo looked to the building as Horace gestures to it, and her eyes widen.*\n\n\"Did you build this entire thing?\"\n\n*The raven hops off the mage's shoulder before picking up a potato stick and eating it.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"I certainly worked my ass off for it. Never been much into architecture, but gold is the language everyone speaks.\"\n*He chuckles lightly, deciding to serve himself a drink.*\n\n\"I'll admit I never thought I'd have all this when I was a boy. Back then just having a roof over my head was a luxury.\"\n*His face went a little dead as he reminisced to himself. Ending with a blink as he snapped back, taking a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.*\n\"Be ambitious, work hard, and save up the coin. You'll be able to do anything then.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ooh... Were you a gold miner?\"\n\n*It was clear that Cuo wasn't very bright.*\n\n\"Well, hopefully that job pays well. I've been through some bad times too...\"\n\n*Her expression darkened, for a moment, then brightened as a potato stick floated up into her mouth. She soon saw the bird taxing her food though.*\n\n\"Wow, that's good! Hey, those are mine-\"\n\n*The raven would soon speak on its own though, in perfect Silnarian.*\n\n\"But I ordered them.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The blond raised an eyebrow at the girl. Where'd she get that from? She certainly seemed like an interesting girl.*\n\"Everyone's got a story to tell...\"\n\n*He took another brief sip, glancing between the crow and girl as they bickered. The bird had already squawked out a couple words, so maybe a sentence wasn't that surprising either. He decided to intervene in the conversation, scooping up the bowl of fries from them both.*\n\"And who paid for these?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"The fries-!\"\n\n*Both Garuda the crow and Cuo the macen looked at each other, the crow speaking up first.*\n\n\"What, do you want me to summon a gold coin out of thin air? I can't use magic at all in this form. I'm not going to cough it up either.\"\n\n\"Fiiiinnne. How much are the fries? Oh, and the drink.\"\n\n*Cuo began sipping on the juice as if she had already paid for it, and a handful of fries began slowly floating up and out of the basket.*"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune narrows his eyes as she sips her drink, seemingly ignorant of the load of fries escaping beside him.*\n\"Copper for the drink, silver for the food.\"\n\n*He sticks out his hand expectingly, waiting for the payment to be given.*\n\"You *Can* Pay of course, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"I do, just a bit-\"\n\n*The fries continued to slowly float past Horace, slowly as to not get his attention. Cuo rummages with her belt, trying to find her coinpouch. Her face soon turned stone cold in shock as she realized that she didn't have it with her.*\n\n*Did she leave it with her cache in the forest? Or maybe in that one hole in the cobblestones...*\n\n\"UUhhhhh just a second-\"\n\n*Cuo tips back the orange juice and begins to chug it down, and Horace can see the fries fly past him into Cuo's hand. Once she finishes, she jumps off the stool and attempts to run.*\n\n\"SorryIllcomebacklaterwithit-\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The blond sighs before a smile crept on his face, somewhat irritated. Fortunately Cuo's expressions and hurried actions tipped the man off that she was rather broke. The second she jumps off the stool and attempts to sprint off, Horace kicks off of the countertop in front of him. Doing a rather well practiced flip in the air and landing on his feet in front of the exit Cuo sought.*\n\"Oi, we got a dine and dasher here!\" \n\n*He shouts to the somewhat awake crowd, drawing eyes and the occasional pistol on the young lady.*\n\"Come easy, and i'll let you off with dish duty for a month or two. Yeah?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ah-\"\n\n*Cuo comes to a screeching halt before shoving a fistful of fries into her mouth, then quickly gets to her knees with her hands on the floor, head down.*\n\n\"I'm sorry! I'll do all the dishes you want, just don't hurt me-\"\n\n*Garuda-'You really have us doing dish duty now?'*\n\n*'Hey it's not my fault I forgot the coinpouch! Didn't you organize it last'*\n\n*Garuda-'Like hell I did. You just forgot.'*\n\n*Garuda the raven hops over to the basket of fries, eating one before looking to Horace and talking in Silnarian.*\n\n\"Please excuse her. She's an idiot.\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace raises an eyebrow as the woman stuffs her face before grovelling on the floor. Looking her up and down, he sighs and shakes his head.*\n\"Someone get that bird-\"\n\n*He says idly, stepping towards Cuo without looking at the crow. He squats down to her height, grabbing her poni tale to lift her face up.*\n\"Now, I know what it's like to have to steal to live. You got no chances in life, so you made your own the hard way. And while I certainly don't appreciate you eating and running...\""
},
{
"author": "Eco Tanaka",
"message": "*A pair of hands suddenly wrap around the crow on the countertop. Originating from under said countertop, they seemed to belong to a young short kemono girl.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"I'm a generous man. Dishes, for two months. You can eat and sleep here while you work, but you *Will* Work.\"\n*The blond let's go of the girl, glancing towards the entrance of the bar. Said entrance being sufficiently fortified in the time he took to talk.*\n\n\" Call it a lesson in honest living. Oh, and if you try to run I'll uh... Cut off a finger or something. Yeah, that sounds fair.\" \n\n*T"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ack-\"\n\n*Cuo's eyes remained shut as Horace pulled her up, then slowly opened one as he began to list out his demands.*\n\n*The crow looks at Eco blankly. It didn't seem particularly concerned.*\n\n\"So you mean I can get food for working?\"\n\n*As Horace lets go, Cuo fails to break her fall, falling flat on her face.*\n\n\"Ow- a finger? That's it? I thought it'd be worse, like breaking my arm-\""
}
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{
"author": "Eco Tanaka",
"message": "*The kitsune yelps, quickly releasing the bird as she flees the scene.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Don't be smart with me girl.\"\n\n*The blond looked less than impressed with her knowledge on joint breaking. Shaking his head as he wanders back to the counter and eyes the crow.*\n\"You can spend the rest of the night moving into your room. Then it's an early morning and a late night of work for you, got it?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ok...\"\n\n*Cuo stood up, dusting herself off. The crow hopped over to where Horace was, perching on the mage's shoulder, and began talking again.*\n\n\"Once again, please excuse her idiocy. Our possessions are currently not here. So we may rely on your facilities slighty more.\"\n\n*Cuo shot the raven a look, but remained silent*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Uhuh... I'll add it to your tab then. Borrow more, owe more, work more, got it?\"\n*The kitsune resolves to make himself another drink, squinting back at the two. Taking a sip before scolding the two.*\n\"Well, get to it chop chop!\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Y-Yes sir-!\"\n\n*Cuo moves to find the room, while Garuda quickly eyes Eco to help her look for it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The general hum of Club Caranaro seemed to be far and quiet today. Up in his ivory tower, away from the sound and partying that often took place. Here, it was quiet, homely, completely unlike the usual hum of Horace presented to his customers.*\n\n*Along the walls were paintings and expensive looking art pieces. Tables dressed with items like a set of ordinary lock picks, perhaps valued by the Kitsune.*\n\n*Horace himself was sat behind a desk, seeming rather tiny under a large window that looked over the city. His focus on some papers, writing and reading at a large desk.*\n\n*The kitsune is dressed somewhat casually. His usual vest and tie discarded on a chair while his dress shirt was somewhat unbuttoned for comfort. His accessories such as his shades and jewelry piled up in a bowl on his desk. Although the familiar scent of smoke filled the room as a cigarette dangled from his mouth. The kitsune was otherwise normally dressed, nice shoes and dress pants included.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Horace's mostly quiet night would be disturbed by a knock at the door, sounding slightly more metallic than an ordinary knuckle.*\n\n\"Horace? May I come in?\"\n\n*Assuming he said yes, Diao would open the door, slightly flustered at the sight of his unbuttoned dress shirt.*\n\n\"How is everything?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune would of course allow Diao in, although he notably doesn't get up from his desk. With a stroke of his pen, he fills out a few open lines on a paper.*\n\"Everything is... Okay. Why do you ask?\" \n\n*He responds without looking.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I wanted to check up on the Black Iron. It's fine, right? I wouldn't want it to be too uh, restrictive in any way. I did do it without your consent, after all.\"\n\n*A small, mechanical hummingbird would buzz into the room, pulling the door shut and landing on Horace's desk, looking at him. Of course, Diao wasn't just here for his medical status; the engineer just found it easier to segway into it like this.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"It's not painful, nor restrictive. It's just my own flesh, only hardened, no?\" \n\n*The kitsune paused and set his pen down with a sigh. He sits back in his chair, seeming to welcome the break from work. He glances at the mechanical bird on his desk, curious as to what it's intentions and purpose were. He reaches to pet it, his hands more obviously exposed with their Iron coated state.*\n\n\"I guess I can't blame you. You were drunk, maybe more than I was.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Yeah, it is. Slightly metallic too, though it doesn't rust like regular iron. That would not be good.\"\n\n*The bird closes its eyes and accepts the pets, leaning into them. It didn't seem to care about his iron coated hands.*\n\n\"I-I was? I didn't know how much I had to drink that night, so-\"\n\n*Diao turns red as she remembered the outcome of what happened that night (she completely forgot what happened during it). Horace had been infused with the Black Iron she was experimenting with, and they had ended up in bed together-*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace's lips turn into a small smile as the bird accepts his affection. Eventually that comes to an end however as Horace finally looks at Diao. His own expression was nothing like Diao's own frantic embarrassment.*\n\n\"Well, I can't say I remember much from that night. I do know there were many empty bottles beside the bed though.\" \n*He takes a puff from his cigarette, letting the smoke pool out of his mouth and up into the ceiling.*\n\"As you can see, I'm fine. Unless you want a closer inspection?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao coughs as the cigarette smoke wafts through the air. She hadn't figured out how to strengthen her lungs yet; so for now, she was stuck with absolutely terrible cardio. Maybe she could make something to filter smoke out?*\n\n\"Uh, sure, just to give it a check up.\"\n\n*Diao moved forward, waving her hand to dissipate the smoke.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace seems to take notice of Diao's coughing, deciding to put the cigarette out in a nearby ash tray. He stands up from his desk, unbuttoning his shirt further before sliding it off. Diao gets a full view of his physique, as well as the Black Iron that crept from his finger tips up to his shoulders.*\n\n\"Take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry to go back to work.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao noticed the small act of kindness Horace before blushing as Horace took his shirt off. Truth be told, she wasn't just interested in the Black Iron; the engineer also studied the eye candy known as Horace Caranaro. She looked at one arm, looking at the Black Iron as she felt his muscular contours from his hands to his shoulders.*\n\n\"Have you been able to deactivate it at all? Has it gone past your shoulders?\"\n\n*She secretly had a silent celebration as Horace said he was in no hurry. She could take all the time she needed.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Afraid not. Though when I'm relaxed it seems to stay in my hands, and tensing makes it like so.\" \n*The kitsune doesn't seem to mind Diao's inspection. His strong arms coated in the material like a lacquer, preserving what lies underneath. He opens and closes his hand, flexing his arm as if to test it.*\n\"Sometimes it'll appear in a spot just before I'm to be struck. Like reactive armor or something... Doesn't always help though.\" \n\n*Horace seems to do some inspecting himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Oh?\"\n\n*Diao had tested it somewhat on herself; glad to see that it was on Horace as well.*\n\n\"Not always? Is it just not working at times, or does it respond to things like this?\"\n\n*Diao would place a gentle hand on Horace's chest, dragging her hand down his pec. Part of it was for science; the other was to satisfy her own desires, as Horace could see she was absolutely enjoying this.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Mainly when I'm not expecting it.\" \n*Horace glances down at Diao's hand, his smile deepening slightly. He reached down, one hand on Diao's while the other pulls her onto his lap. He makes her comfortable, looking at her with his casual smile.*\n\n\"So doc. How do I look?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"O-oh-\"\n\n*Diao retracts her hand and freezes as Horace pulls her onto his lap. Was this how they had ended up in bed?*\n\n\"You look perfectly fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.\"\n\n*'Could he use it elsewhere? Perhaps... No, don't think like that, Diao.'*\n\n\"I also wanted to ask... Horace, are we dating?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune looked rather pleased with the situation. His next attempt to progress the night faltering as Diao asks him a question. He blinks, and gives her a dumbfounded look.*\n\n\"Dating...? Why do you ask?\" \n*He says with some suspicion.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Well, you know, the night with the bed happened so quickly, and, uh, yeah. We live basically next to each other. I'm pretty sure you're the one putting me to bed when I fall asleep working late at night. So, yeah. I'd just... Like to confirm what we have. Even if it's minor.\"\n\n*Diao swings her legs a tad, her hands resting neatly on her lap. A knock on the door is heard; Diao's robot butler has arrived.*\n\n\"Mr. Horace? Have you seen Ms.-\"\n\n*Vinci, Diao's robotic butler, opens the door with some tea and snacks, only to find Diao sitting on Horace's lap, now red upon her summon seeing her like this.*\n\n\"Oh, apologies. I shall let you two resume your activities.\"\n\n*And the door is quickly closed.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*It seems before Horace could put down a word of response, he's interrupted by the door. He gives the robot a slight glare, seemingly unamused with the situation. A small sigh escaping his lips as he sits back into his chair.*\n\"So... You have feelings for me.\" \n\n*He spoke as if somewhat annoyed with Diao. A look on his face like he was explaining a misconception a child had.*\n\"Are you sure?\""
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"...Yes.\"\n\n*Diao became flushed once more as Horace questioned her, though it wasn't clear whether it was out of embarrassment or anger.*\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean huh? Can I not have feelings for a specimen like you? We don't even know what happened that night-for all we know you could have seduced me and led me into bed!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune shook his head, looking at Diao. He puts his chin in his hand, propping himself up against the armchair.*\n\n\"I'm just asking... Are you sure what you feel is love? Not just physical attraction?\" \n\n*He sighs, gently wiping his face over his hand. Clearly he wasn't enjoying this.*\n\"We're practically strangers, Diao. One night together doesn't change that. Yeah, I probably seduced you. It's in my nature too...\"\n\n*He looked away, eyes tracing some of his items, landing on a throwing knife of different make than his own.*\n\"What I mean to say is, you shouldn't be getting attached to a guy like me... Y'know?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"...I'm not very good at deciphering stuff like this. I'm not a machine I can take apart and understand. But, I do appreciate what you've done for me. It's not just the chassis I like.\"\n\n*Diao looked away, as Arktos reported her vitals.*\n\nA: \"Heart rate, body temperature, and blood pressure increasing.\"\n\n\"Shut up, Arktos. I can't control it! If there was a switch that I could just turn off, I would do it. It would make things easier. But people don't work like that, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace blinked. It sounded as if she was repeating a script from her favorite play. Now that he thought about it, he was also spouting cheesy one liners like it was a soap opera. He groans lightly and shakes his head.*\n\n\"I'll say it, just so we're clear. Whatever feelings you have are misguided, and dangerous for yours and my well-being.\" \n\n*The kitsune pushed Diao to her feet coldly, standing up himself. He reaches for his shirt, dressing himself.*\n\"I appreciate the sentiment. You're cute, smart, and good hearted. Find yourself someone like you.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I-I see.\"\n\n*Upon Horace pushing her away, Diao stood up, facing the door. She couldn't bring herself to look at the kitsune; what was she thinking? For all her intelligence, she really was dumb when it came to social interaction, huh?*\n\n*'You're cute too.'*\n\n\"This won't change anything between us, right? Everything just goes as normal?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"As normal as can be, I suppose.\" \n*He finishes buttoning his shirt back up, looking back at Diao as she faces the door.*\n\n\"Don't take it personally Diao... I'm just trying to save you from heart break later down the road.\"\n*He fumbled with something out of his pocket. A box containing more cigarettes and a handheld lighter. He pushes the bud to his lips, lighting the opposite end before he takes a drag.*\n\"Take the day off. However long you need, actually.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Yeah.\"\n\n*Diao walks to the door, opening it without looking back.*\n\n\"You know, you really should stop that bad habit of yours. It'll lead to long lasting issues one day.*\n\n*The artificer didn't specify exactly what bad habit she was referring to as she stepped out the door. Horace couldn't see her face, but he could hear a tiny little sniffle and a sob.*\n\n\"Good night.\"\n\n*A minute later, he would hear a loud, muffled scream, paired with what sounded like a hammer smashing into a plate of steel. Then silence.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Good night, Diao.\" \n*He watches her go, raising an eyebrow at the sudden freak out behind the door. He steps over to his bed, sitting down with a groan. The kitsune rubs the back of his neck tiredly, popping the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment. He plays with it in his hand, and glances at a nearby ashtray.*\n\n\"If it kills me, it kills me. If I die alone... So be it.\" \n*He says, bringing the smoke back to his mouth as he flops back into his bed.*\n\"Wonder if I'll see her tonight.\""
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The small clockwork hummingbird flew up, looking through the peephole to see the kitsune.*\n\n\"Come in.\"\n\n*Diao didn't turn her head, utterly focused on her work. The black suit of armor was rested up behind her. It towered over them both, like an imposing statue.*\n\n\"Did you need anything from me?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The Neko stepped inside, glancing around the dark and gloomy room. His gaze pausing on the oversized set of armor that loomed over them. Was that Arktos? Or something new? He never bothered to remember them now that he thought about it.*\n\n*In any case, he wasn't here for that. The cat turned his attention to Diao.*\n\"I just came to check up on you. It's rare to catch a glimpse of you, and you look like you're undead when I do.\"\n*The blond put his hands behind his back, looking around once more.*\n\"Not a drop of sunlight in here, is there.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Oh, that's Arktos. I might make some modifications in the future.\"\n\n*Diao spun around slowly in her swivel chair, her face gaunt and pale.*\n\n\"Eh? I'm fine. This is only temporary. Undead smell bad.\"\n\n*To be honest, Diao wasn't the cleanest at the moment either. She seemed to be trying to avoid the topic on hand, talking about Arktos.*\n\n\"Yeah, just some magic light here now and then. I'm thinking of allowing Arktos to operate on his own. He's basically a moving castle.\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"I'm glad you're making progress on your projects, but that's now what I asked Diao.\" \n\n*The cat put a hand on his hip, grimacing slightly at the state of the woman. The once beautiful flower seemed to wither... Suppose he was at fault for that himself. He didn't think she would take a rejection that hard.*\n\n\"You look far from *Fine*. When's the last time you've cleaned up, or went outside for something besides the toilet?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"...\"\n\n*The artificer reached for a cup of stale, room temperature coffee and taking a small sip of it before setting it back down. A quick look at Horace's grimace resulted in her letting out an exhausted sigh, sitting back in her complex, hand crafted chair.*\n\n\"Eh? I think it's been a couple days since. Vinci brings me stuff so I don't die.\"\n\n*The robotic butler would enter the room with a plate of shrimp tempera, setting it next to a stack of plates that held traces of fried breading. Said stack would be taken by the Kuilei to be washed.*\n\n\"Want one?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Er- No thank you... Look Diao, this is serious. You're hardly even trying to take care of yourself. Eating horribly, avoiding daylight, not washing.\"\n\n*The Neko scratched the back of his head. He ended up just lecturing her on her well being instead.*\n\"I'm sorry that I turned you down. It's just- For a crush, you're letting this affect you a little too much.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I'll fix myself up. Just gotta finish this first.\"\n\n*Diao pointed her thumb to the massive suit of armor. Her attempt at deflection soon proved ineffective, and the artificer just leaned forward.*\n\n\"I told you, I'm not good with emotions. It... I don't know how to deal with it. So I do what I do best, and that's work.\"\n\n*Her metallic arm bent backward to snag a tempura, and she bit into it.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Isn't that just running away? 'I can't handle this so I'll just go do that'.\" \n\n*The Neko crossed his arms and looked at the metal armor again. He reached out his gloved hand, running it over its contours and edges.*\n\"You're acting like some kinda machine these days...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"It's not, it's bypassing a weakness. Like how I'm no longer in the best shape physically, so I make up for it with something else.\"\n\n*The metallic arm was raised to prove her point.*\n\n\"Nothing wrong with that, right? They do what they're supposed to do. In a way, I'm like that too. Not only am I part machine already, but I do my best when I don't get involved in other areas, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Bypassing, or ignoring? This doesn't really seem like it'll teach you how to be better with people.\" \n\n*Horace turned back to Diao, stepping over to her. His hand comes down to her forehead, flicking her lightly.*\n\"Remember when we first met? What our deal was?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao went silent in thought before receiving a flick on her forehead, the Black Iron responding accordingly (though its response was weaker than normal)*\n\n\"Ow! Our deal? When we first met... That was a long time ago. Are you referring to me giving you weapons?\"\n\n*The artificer scratched her head, confused.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Well, that was about half of it. Our deal was, you'd make me weapons, and I'd help you get stronger.\" \n*He paused, watching the Black Iron appear and then quickly disappear. She'd infected herself with whatever this was too then.*\n\n\"In hindsight, I haven't really upheld my end of the bargain. Suppose no time like the present.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Oh, that's right. Though, how do you exactly plan on doing that? A workout routine? More robotic parts?\"\n\n*For all of Diao's intelligence, her skill and expertise was solely in the mechanical department. It was apparent that her social skills were lacking, as she had zero clue what Horace meant.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Well, if I had to make you strong... You're strong of mind. I don't think strength of body is what you need either though. That only leaves strength of heart, right?\" \n\n*The neko's ears twitched and he thought to himself. How they'd go about this training he had no clue. It'd be difficult too, considering their recent past and all... Still, he had to try. The most obvious and quick solution being a change in scenery.*\n\n\"Let's walk and talk. Some light will do you good.\" \n*The cat reached over and plucked Diao's wrist. It wasn't a question, and Horace made it obvious with how he so easily maneuvered her out of her seat and to the door.*\n\"Fresh air.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Strong of heart?\"\n\n*Diao found herself dragged out the door, desperately snagging a piece of tempura along for the ride. Before she knew it, she was at the door.*\n\n\"My hair's a mess...\"\n\n*Nevertheless, the robot butler opened the door.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace kept on pulling Diao along. He gave a slight, thankful nod to the butler beside them and continued on. Through the hallway and down the stairs, across the the many rooms of the club.*\n\"Yeah a lot of you is. But that's not the objective right now, unless you want to stop by the bathhouse.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao would let herself be dragged along, fixing her hair slightly as they went along.*\n\n\"I'll do that later.\"\n\n*The artificer seemed lighter than normal as she was dragged along like a kite out the door. Once that happened, she would almost reel back from the intensity of sunlight, squinting and turning her head away.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Of course, once the sun blindness died off Diao would find herself in the outside. The warm heat on her skin, a gentle breeze to follow. The greenery of the outside porch upon which Horace's estate sat was quite nice indeed. A beauty that only those who haven't known Mother Nature's touch for a time could see.*\n\"Much better than that cramped room. The fresh air tends to be quite invigorating. So... I guess now we're to the talking part of this.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Given some time, Diao finally opened her eyes. Once the sunlight touched her sight, they widened, allowing her to take in the full view of the scene in front of her. She had seen this dozens if not hundreds of times, but today's beauty captivated her. A deep breath gave circulation to the once stale air in her lungs.*\n\n\"Huh? Oh. Yes. That.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"So... I... Guess we start simple? How are you feeling today?\"\n\n*God he was out of his depth. Why did he think this was a good idea? Just keep asking dumb questions and you might get somewhere.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Tired. Just tired.\"\n\n*Diao leaned on the railing of the porch, looking outward at the green grass below. Part of her just wanted to lie down there and take a nap, and maybe forget about the painful memory still recent in her mind.*"
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao looked down as she followed the neko down the stairs, partially to hide the tears which were quickly swept away. Her face clearly bore signs of fatigue and exhaustion, but the artificer made sure to walk with a stride in her step, her back straight as if she were a noble walking through a hall of people.*\n\n\"Because it distracts me from everything else. When I first left Runra, I poured my heart and soul into reconstructing Arktos so I wouldn't think about the pain of leaving.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The Neko would arrive at his destination at a leisurely pace. Squatting down to the growth of flowers and examining each bud of petals carefully.*\n\"Sounds to me like you're running away from your feelings. Have you ever tried to confront them...?\"\n\n*Horace idly searches for a perfect flower among the patch, his cat tail swaying gently as he does. Eventually finding a suitable flower sooner or later, plucking it from it's base. He stands, turning to face Diao and offering the woman his specimen. A chrysanths, a yellow flower sort of like a sunflower. Although the symbolism was lost on Horace, many consider it to be a flower symbolizing moarning.*\n\"I mean, It seems you've taken 'work through the pain' a little too literally... You can't go on like this forever, bottling up your emotions like this.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I've never had to. I like working, so it's been something I can just pour my effort in to like a bottomless glass.\"\n\n*Diao looked as Horace squatted down and reached for his head, but pulled back, resisting the temptation to pet his ears. Her eyes soon widen at the gift, and she takes it, fixing her hair and placing the flower in it. As much as she liked flowers, she knew little about their symbolism; Diao too would be ignorant about its apparent meaning.*\n\n\"Why can't I? I'm in a trough now, but I'll get back up again.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The blond sighed and shook his head, admiring the flower in her hair for a moment.*\n\"Suppressing and sorting out your feelings aren't the same Diao. You're letting that bottomless pit you call work consume you.\"\n\n*The neko put a hand on his hip and glanced around the scenery again.*\n\"With enough strain and neglect, any machine will crumble. You're not invincible.\"\n\n*Horace reaches out a hand, pushing a finger around where Diao's heart would be.*\n\"All that's gonna weigh you down until you break. Breaking isn't pretty, i've seen it happen before. There won't be any recovering either, no matter how hard you try to mend the broken pieces.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I-\"\n\n*Diao opened her mouth to speak before being shut down by Horace again with the machine talk. It seemed to have the best effect, as she was familiar with it; he was right. As much as machines could work, they needed to be maintained. And she was not maintaining herself well.*\n\n*Her expression changed as Horace pushed a finger right above her heart though. Her eyes pointed down to see where he was touching, and her cheeks flushed slightly.*\n\n\"H-hey! Watch where you're keeping those hands!\"\n\"If it weighs me down, well, how to I lighten the load?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"My bad-\" \n*The Neko brings his hand back with a slight chuckle, pondering the question himself. Most people cope by burying themselves in a vice. For someone like him, it's woman and beer. For someone like Aka, it was years of violence and revenge. For Diao, it was simply burying her head in her work. All of which ignore the real issue, instead of dealing with it. But how do you deal with these things?*\n\n\"I guess that's for you to find out... Everyone has ways of relief, some better some worse... I guess the most common way is to simply cry it out and accept things as they are. Not to mistake that with just ignoring the issue. It's a difficult problem even for me. \""
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I don't like the feeling. Like I'm exposing myself. You say it can take strength to cry, but it's also strength to not show it, you know?\"\n\n*A sigh was let out as she laid back as well, letting her arms out like she was making a snow angel. She could feel the moisture of dew on the grass, the sun on her pale face.*\n\n\"The last time I cried was when I was told I would never fight again.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Sometimes it's necessary, to hold back your feelings. Crying is by far a useless thing to do when you have a chance to act. Though, sometimes it's necessary to just... Let yourself fall apart, too.\"\n\n*Now that he thought about it, the last time he cried... Well, he must have had someone with him. Someone to hold him up while he was undone. Suppose that's what she needed as well.*\n\"You must think about those times every time you feel the urge to cry. Loneliness and hopeless vulnerability...\"\n\n*The Neko went silent for a moment in thought. His hand gently sliding across the grass and grabbing Diao's hand.*\n\"I won't go back on what I said that night. But... When you feel like it, you can cry around me. Cry and scream and fall apart. And I'll do my best to hold you together. And if you don't want to, that's fine as well. I can't force you. Looking for a person who you *Can* Confide in is a step in the right direction.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Huh?\"\n\n*The burning moment played over and over again. Her question, his answer. She had mustered up the courage, leaving her heart open and vulnerable, hoping that her love was reciprocal. Instead, she recieved heartbreak. Yes, Horace did his best to cushion the blows, but that was equivalent to putting a tunic over a mace. She was shut down immediately. And it was after he seduced her too... Like she was a a toy left to the sidelines.*\n\n*As Horace grasped her hand, her eyes moistened, coalescing into tears that soon rolled down, then streamed down her face. A noise came out of Diao's mouth, and then another. A few more and it was clear that they were sobs as her strong persona collapsed in on itself, leaving only ruins. Her hand squeezed hard on the neko's as her breath grew shaky and ragged, uncontrollable as she made physical contact with him once more. How ironic was it that the one who crushed her heart was making her cry once more by comforting her.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace almost smiled to himself as Diao crumbled. A warm smile, proud of the woman for finally letting her walls down. He decides to sit up, using their joined hands to pull in Diao. Offering a small embrace while she wept, sheltering her body like he intended to do for her soul.*\n\n\"That's it... Let it all out. Let the world melt away.\" \n*Hopefully, this would be a step forward for Diao. Probably, this would blow up in his face again. He had to admit it was all just a bit absurd, rejecting her so bluntly and then pushing her so close to him. Some might even call it cruel, like he was playing with her heart. He was playing with her heart, even if he didn't feel like it. He had already warned her, he was no good for her.*\n\"With every setting sun comes the promise of a new day.\""
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "Wanna end it here? Or keep goin for a few more posts"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*As Horace pulled Diao into a warm embrace, she lost all semblance of control. Sobs turned into wails as she buried her head into his chest, her (regular) arm pounding weakly onto his shoulder as if to punish him for his actions (though it wouldn't hurt much). Her vision was cloudy and blurred by the constant tears, her lungs rapidly expanding and contracting as her cries increased in frequency. Eventually, she exerted it all, all the pain and sadness and anger that she had kept bottled up, and the world was peaceful once again. She rested herself against his chest, the storm calm.*\n\n\"So you do care...\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The Neko accepted her punishments, her anger, her grief. Simply staring off into the middle distance as he comforted the artificer. Glancing down at her once she seemed to calm, and expressing her revelation.*\n\"Of course... I'm not heartless. You and Aka- You're dear friends of mine. It's why I couldn't bare to drag you down with me by getting as close as... Well, whatever you wanted us to be.\"\n\n*He huffs quietly, seeming to repeat himself. Even now he was still stinging this woman in his arms.*\n\"In ten years, you'll see such sights I could never dream of. In ten years, I expect to be dead or close to it. \""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace blinked and glanced back down at Diao. He was a little surprised at the prominent rejection of the idea of his death. He supposed he was her crush, even if those feelings couldn't be mutual. Her determination managed to sneak a smirk on his face though.*\n\n\"No... No it's not. You gotta fight for everything. Food, money, your ambitions. How do you think I got here.\" \n*The Neko sighed, wondering how exactly he got here. Many questionable killings, the disappearance of his boss, and of course countless crimes he apparently masterminded.*\n\"You'll get there in the end. Maybe it won't look exactly how you imagined... Bits and pieces cut out for one reason or another. But you'll be there.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"That's how it's always been for me. Just keep on training and working, even if you don't know much. I guess I'll be fighting emotional battles too now, eh?\"\n\n*Diao went in for an embrace, resting her head against his chest. She was clearly exhausted from everything that was going on, physically, mentally, and emotionally.*\n\n\"I don't have any intentions with this. I just... Want to stay here, for a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Better than running entirely. You fight to get stronger, and strength means a lot of things.\" \n\n*Horace nonchalantly pet Diao's head, something most would consider in reverse. He didn't seem to mind the embrace, stating as much.*\n\"I've put you through a lot... So, this much is alright. We can be here for as long as you'd like.\""
}
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