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98.25 | 2024-06-08 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Horace had given her... Maybe 2 months to work off his debt? She left about halfway through because she got bored, and ended up fighting in the Mentian wars for several months. Now, she was back! She double checked that she had her coin pouch this time, she wandered in the door to Horace's establishment, looking around.*\n\n\"I'm baaaack!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Cuo's sudden entrance sparked a brief silence in the bar as everyone turned and looked at her. A few strange looks, but just about everyone returned to their drinking in the meantime. Several months was certainly enough time to forget some stupid girl who forgot her wallet once.*\n\n*Horace himself didn't pay Cuo much mind, having a conversation with a woman on the other side of the bar. They seemed to be flirting, at least that's the impression Horace's thirsty looks towards her kept giving.*"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Cuo 'snuck' over to where Horace was. She debated about putting his hands to cover his eyes, but he seemed busy. Shame. Instead, she went over to the bar, quite close.*\n\n\"5 servings of potato sticks and orange juice, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Yeah one second kid-\" \n*Horace waved off Cuo, apparently being distracted from his score. He seemed to be convincing the woman to stop by later at his personal quarters. Given a small giggle and a nod, the kitsune smirks at her.*\n\"I'll be right back love~\" \n\n*He then turns his attention to Cuo, pulling a small notebook from his pocket. He then looked up to her, ready to take her order.*\n\n\"What'll it be-\" \n*Wait... That face. He couldn't put a name to it, but it looked familiar. Hadn't she worked in the tavern...? No, she's too young to get a proper job here...*\n\n\"Do I know you? I can't quite place it but-\""
}
] | 90 | 393 |
103.333333 | 2024-06-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Oh, Horace, it's you! How is it?\"\n\n*She said that as if she had coincidentally met up with him. In fact, she had planned to see him from the very beginning.*\n\n\"You had me work here for a bit, remember? Now, the potato sticks and orange juice, please! And I can pay this time.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The kitsune stared for a bit longer. Blinking at the statement of being able to pay 'this time'. Right, he definitely knew this girl. In fact, he'd made her a bit of a work slave after she was unable to pay up. Though she ran away, even after he promised to do something to her if she did. What did he promise... Taking off her finger? A bit too much. Taking everything she owns? No, too little.*\n\n*The kitsune scribbles something down on the notebook, tearing the page and passing it to the kitchen. He leans against the bar, eyes intently locked on her.*\n\n\"Yeah, I remember. Cua? Cue? No, it was Cuo. So uh... What are you doing back here?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Cuo's eyes seemed completely devoid of any intelligence, looking at Horace as if she were an innocent dog.*\n\n\"Eh, close enough. I'm back from the war, obviously! I don't have my sword with me now, but I should show it some time! It's really cool!\"\n\n*She looked to the note passed to the kitchen, and assumed it was for her order.*"
}
] | 80 | 310 |
148 | 2024-06-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The neko put a hand to his face, shaking it gently. She really was an idiot. Fortunately, the bird had arrived with some semblance of a brain.*\n\n\"Since she's too dumb to realize... You, bird. Do you remember the last time we met? When you two stole from me, and I so graciously gave you the chance to pay me back without any blood? Yeah, I gave you food and a room, on the condition to pay me back. And what did you do?\" \n\n*Horace leans forward to impose his size on the girl, placing both hands on the table. He watches as she levitates some potatoes to her mouth, waiting until one got close to her mouth. Then, his hand shoots up before she gets a taste, sending her face into the wooden counter top.*\n\n\"I'll *Remind* You anyway. You ran off halfway through, spat on my generosity, and have the *GALL* To show your face here again. And it just breaks my little heart to do this, but I made a promise if you did run away. Tell me bird, do you remember what I said I'd do?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "G-\"I do. And that was an accident.\"\n\n*Cuo just looks away like a dog that had done something wrong, leaning over to try and take a bite of a fry. Instead, she tastes the countertop, her nose being the first to come into contact and breaking. Her head bounced off the wood and back up, her eyes now glassy and dazed. The mage's broken nose began to drip blood onto her dark tunic, staining it a black red.*\n\nG-\"If I remember correctly, you said you'd break her arm.\"\n\n*The bird didn't seem to care much about Cuo getting her face smashed in.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Look! You got blood on my counter, that I work all day and night to keep perfectly clean!\" \n\n*Not that the counter itself was particularly clean. Horace was just making a show out of the beating. After all, word got around that his little dishwasher ran off on him, so he had to save face at the expense of Cuo's.*\n\n\"Yeah, that does sound about right. Now that I think about it though, if I break your arm you can't wash my dishes anymore...\"\n\n*Horace pauses in thought about her punishment, as if he were deciding on dinner.*\n\"Say, bird, you're pretty smart. What should I do that won't inconvenience me later?\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Ah-I-I'm sorry-\"\n\n*Cuo tried to use her arm to stifle the bleeding while she used her sleeve to try and clean it up. Her mind was still fuzzy from the shock of being slammed into the table, but she knew that she had to apologize.*\n\n\"Y-you're actually going to-\"\n\nG-\"It won't inconvenience her. She learned a new trick that can help it. If you don't want that though, some body punches should do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Sorry? You're*Sorry*? No, that simply won't be enough now.\"\n*Horace smirked, and briefly glanced passed Cuo at the crowd. Lovers of violence, perverts, and scoundrels, among them his underlings. They must think he was serious too, enough to believe it without seeing it. Perfect.*\n\n\"Beat you to a bloody pulp? Yeah, that sounds about right.\"\n*Horace watched as Cuo desperately tried to stop and clean the blood at the same time. He glances idly at the bird, tilting his head.*\n\n\"New trick? Not sure what that means...\"\n\n\"In any case, I'm not one for dirtying my own floors.\" \n*Horace suddenly reached forward again, grabbing Cuo by the collar. He drags her off her seat and over the counter, yanking her along towards the backroom.*\n\"We'll have an easier clean in there.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"W-wait, stop-!\"\n\n*Cuo doesn't resist as she's dragged and pulled into the backroom, just trying to make sure her blood didn't fall onto the floor. Not because she was polite, but because she didn't want her punishment to be worse than it was already going to be.*\n\n\"P-please make it fast, mister-\"\n\n*It seems that she wasn't resisting either.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Fast? As if! You need to learn the excruciating pain of your betrayal!\" \n*The Neko seems to shout for good measure, tossing Cuo into the room and closing the door behind him.*\n\n*From there, he seems to completely forget Cuo, walking passed her to a collection of towels. He tosses one at her, and then moved to a collection of flour bags.*\n\n\"Alright girl. If you want to save your shitty arm, I need you to scream as if I stuck a knife in you and kept twisting. Do it unless you want some practical experience..!\" \n*He commands Cuo in a hushed voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Cuo curled up in a ball, shut her eyes, and tried to cover her face, only to find a towel landing on her. She tenatively opened her eyes, and saw Horace standing near a bunch of flour. Her voice was quiet enough so that it wouldn't get out of the room.*\n\n\"H-huh? Wait, you're not going to beat me up?\"\n\n*Garuda would proceed to whisper in her head.*\n\nG-*\"He just wants you to act as if your arm is being broken. Just scream out loud.\"*\n\n*All of a sudden, a massive pain flared up in Cuo's stomach, like she was being shot. She screamed out loud, beginning to writhe around in agony. To Horace, it would look like an incredibly convincing performance.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The Neko raised an eyebrow at Cuo's sudden eagerness to preform. He expected some kind of confusion... But he shouldn't complain, moving to add his vocals to the chorus of torture.*\n\n\"Scream louder little thief! Take this!\" \n*He says, punching the bag of flour to simulate a body blow. This going on for the next 15 or so minutes.*\n\n\"Haha! There, you look much better covered in your own blood. But I think that's just barely enough.\" \n\n*He dusts his hands off from the flour, glancing at the door and stepping over to Cuo. He squats down to her height, whispering to her.*\n\"Good scream... Sorry about the uh, nose and all that-\""
}
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144.5 | 2024-06-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "*Cuo's face was pale and dotted with sweat as the pain finally ended. For a moment, she thought that she was going to die of a heart attack. She seemed to be physically fine though. She sat up, her legs at her chest, shivering.*\n\n\"I'm never trusting Garuda with anything again.\"\n\n*The crow hopped over onto her shoulder.*\n\nG-\"Come on now, it wasn't that bad. It was just simulated pain.\"\n\n*She then looked up to Horace and and felt her nose. Still broken.*\n\n\"Oh, it's ok. I probably deserved it anyway.\"\n\n*With a quick jerk Cuo snaps her nose back in place, and with a small glow it's healed once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to what had just occurred. He stands up, offering Cuo a hand as well.*\n\n\"I wouldn't say it was deserved... I'm surprised you aren't even a bit mad.\" \n\n*Then again maybe she was just hiding it. Horace grimaced as Cuo snapped her nose back into place, watching it heal. He supposed that was a neat trick.*\n\"In any case, you might want to get out of here and lay low... It won't do either of us any good if anyone finds out we're just pretending.\"\n\n*Horace gestures to a door that more likely than not, led outside of the club.*\n\"If you, for whatever odd reason, decide to come back here, maybe don't do it so publicly. I don't enjoy beating kids, it just comes with the job.\""
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"I mean, I did leave. And you didn't even break my arm like you said you would. I'm not mad... I was just surprised when you slammed me into the counter.\"\n\n*Cuo took Horace's hand, slowly standing up. She then gave a shrug as Horace suggested that she leave.*\n\n\"I can just heal it anyway. And I'm not a kid! I'm-\"\n\n*Cuo began counting on her fingers.*\n\n\"19! I want my food! I'm going to pay for it with money I rightfully earned!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Nineteen is still a kid im afraid. Come back when you get your first boyfriend and have a feel of him.\"\n\n*The neko chuckles, pausing at Cuo's defiance. He stroked his chin, wondering what exactly this girl was made of. If he remembered, the crow called her stunted which he had to agree with. She also seemed to have a degree of ability with that healing, not to mention the war. It was a little scary how she shrugged off pain like that.*\n\n\"Well, I can't argue against being paid... Don't tell me you plan on staying the night here though?\"\n\n*She had come a long way for nothing but pain at this point... But he couldn't let her just stay in any guest room where a customer might see her.*"
},
{
"author": "Cuo Xiao Lu",
"message": "\"Hey! I've had sex before! That means I'm not a kid! And I do have a boyfriend! I think. Are we like that?\"\n\n*It seems that she had absolutely no sense of tact as well, and blurted out whatever she thought.*\n\n\"....Yes. I have money!\"\n\n*Cuo rummaged through her coin pouch and brought out several gold coins.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The neko raised an eyebrow again, waving the girl off.*\n\"Okay okay, don't shout so loud. You're supposed to be unconscious, remember?\"\n\n*The blond sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, watching Cuo fiddle with something. His amber eyes gleamed as he spots the coin, stopping himself from snatching it out of her hand in an instant.*\n\n\"I see that. I guess you meet all the requirements then... You can stay with me in my room. Should be safer than stowing you in a normal room and more comfy than keeping you here.\"\n\n*Horace eventually gave in, stepping over to a nearby shelf. He looks through the items, finding a particular bottle of ancient wine. He pulls it like a lever as a small click is heard, and the entire shelf seems to open like a door.*\n\"Oh, and don't tell anyone about this. It's secret for a reason. Should take us directly to the top floor.\""
}
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117.235294 | 2019-05-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*After quite a few days of traveling and doing what he did best, Alexi reached the city of Salvainia. He hadn't really planned upon coming here but due to him following and documenting a path he hand't seen before he eventually found himself in the city. He wasn't exactly sure of where everything or even anything was so he began wandering around a bit, making sure to still jot down and important landmarks or just things that help with navigation through the city down.*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*As he walks across a fairly busy bridge, in the middle of it there would be a figure sitting against the wall of the bridge in the cold weather, a blanket pulled around its shoulders, wearing fairly ragged and dirty clothes. A closer inspection reveals it's appears to be a 25 year old women. Though it's a Kitsune so only god knows it's real age. Thin and bony from a lack of food. A rabbit sitting in her lap, a small container sitting next to her with a few measly coins in it. Her white and red hair spilling over her shoulders and back. Filthy and long. Same deal with her white and red tails. She's just sitting there staring at the ground, shivering with cold. She doesn't appear to be a drug addict or anything. Just someone on some very hard times.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi almost instantly noticed this figure, he was but only just stepping up onto the bridge before he saw the malnourished woman a ways ahead of him. Now, Alexi wasn't one to pass someone in need of help by, he had a decent moral compass and knew when someone needed help and when someone didn't... Sadly it was obvious that this person did. This meant that he wasted no time in approaching the woman, a look of friendliness yet also concern upon his face as he did so.*\n\n\"Hello there, may I ask who you are?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Her ears would prick towards him and shed look up at him, looking into his face with her ruby red eyes speckled with lighter colours and black. Their interesting. And pretty. Much like her face. While thin she is not unattractive. Appearing Unblemished apart from the fact she's just dirty. She's brush her hair out of her face with one hand say.* \"Just a beggar really...\" *Shes obviously not very trusting of him. As she has no reason to be really. Just reason not to be.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I can see that Ma'am... Do you have a name though?\"\n\n*Alexi was approaching this situation slowly and calmly like one should, he had no reason to be hostile and frankly he didn't want to be either. He actually just wanted to help someone like her out the best he could, especially when he had gotten a good look at her. He couldn't say that her pretty looks were the main encouragement for him approaching, but it definitely did add on a bit. Nevertheless, he crouched down a foot or two away from her just so they could speak eye to eye without encroaching upon any personal space*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Her right ear would flick a little at the sound of something heavy being dropped a bit away as she watches him just natural reactions. She would continue to just pet her rabbit, watching him, shivering with cold. She would shrug and say.* \"Yukiko..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I'm Alexi, it's nice to meet you Yukiko.\"\n\n*Alexi lightly frowned at the state she was in, it was sad to see someone in such a place in life that they had to beg just to get by... Yet it seemed he was the only one who actively wanted to do something about it. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad thing but he just did what he felt was right. Away from that though, he listened to Yukiko speak her name, it was a lovely one for a lovely girl... He could focus on flirting later though, now wasn't the right time for that*\n\n\"I'd love to keep talking but it seems to be getting cold... How about we get to a nearby tavern and warm up a bit? Maybe get a meal as well if that's fine by you\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed continue to search his face with her eyes. The oddest part about her though is while she is filthy, she's not overly unkempt. Like she tries. Her fingernails are, while roughly cut, not overly long and look as if they were cut with a knife. And their soft and delicate but strong. Like An artists hands. Since she is one. Shed tilt her head a bit and say.* \"That's very kind of you..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well what are we waiting for? It's not like it's going to get warmer anytime soon\"\n\n*With a smile, Alexi stood up and held out a hand to help Yukiko up from where she sat. He saw that she had only a few things with her, that being an underfilled coin tin and a rabbit. These things of course mattered not to him, he planned on paying for the night, hell maybe even a few more if the girl allowed him to essentially become a crutch of sorts till she could get on her feet. He could bring that up later when they both have bellies full of warm food*\n\n\"If I remember correctly, there should be a Tavern a little bit aways, shouldn't be too far a walk\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed take the few coins out of the tin and pocket them into her already near empty coin purse, slowly and gently taking his hand with one of hers and standing up, the other holding onto her white and brown rabbit. The brown is natural colour. Not dirt. It obviously means a lot to her. It's not malnourished. It's fed fairly well on what she can feed it.* \"Alright..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*And with that he lead her to the Tavern that he was speaking of, the one that surprisingly wasn't really busy despite it being later in the day. He couldn't say that he knew what was being served today, but he knew that he had enough to get the both of them something fulfilling... He did have to wonder how much Yukiko would need to eat though, he didn't care for the cost as it was just curiosity.*\n*Soon enough they were in front of the tavern, the light and heat spilling out from under the door as he stood there and took a mental note on where it is, it could prove useful in the future after all*\n\n\"Whelp, here we are. When we get in there, don't be afraid of ordering whatever you need, okay?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed walk with him through the streets, carrying her rabbit against her. Which is just happy to exist and be a rabbit. Once they reach the tavern she looks around, the streets and the tavern and such. And would nod.* \"Ok.. Thank you..\" *She can't eat much. She's so thin her stomach has shrunk. So no matter how hungry she is she can't eat much.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"It's no problem, now lets head in and get a table\"\n\n*Alexi was the first to head to the door, opening it and holding it open for her to enter before him out of common decency. Frankly, this was all going better than expected seeing that Yukiko agreed to getting food and all that instead of refusing it. He was surprised that the kitsune was so quick to follow him though, they were complete strangers to each other after all... Not like that meant he couldn't be trusted though, that was inherently false in his eyes.*\n\n\"Oh, pardon me for asking this, but what lead you to becoming a beggar?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*A main reason shes deciding to trust him is she's extremely hungry right now. He could hear her stomach rumbling if he listens and needs food. Though she hasn't been able to find any or get ahold of anything. Shed walk through the door, turning on the inside and waiting for him. Once he asks this she would shift and say.* \"That's personal.\" *A little bluntly but it's something she prefers to not talk about. It's scarring so.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Okay, lets leave it at that then\"\n\n*Alexi followed in after her and made his way over to a table, it was of decent circumference which allowed it to have a total of four chairs around it. They only needed two which was fine enough. Alexi took a seat at said table and waited for Yukiko to do the same, he did have a few things to ask her as well as he wanted to get to know her a little better as well... He wanted to know if she was worth helping and saving essentially*\n\n\"May I ask where you come from then?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed sit across from him. Her rabbit just sitting happily in her lap. Shed still be shivering a bit. But less so now that she's in a warmer climate. Still cold and unhealthy though. She can take care of herself yes, but she is actually in a bad place with nothing going for her. Shed slowly say.* \"I come from a tribe of Kitsunes from a distant land.. I left when I was... 68 I think.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Ah, I assume that you left upon your own volition?\"\n\n*Alexi had to keep it cool when Yukiko mentioned that she left when she was 68, was being the word that threw him off because it meant that she was older than such a number... It meant for sure that she was more than three times his age now and it sort of shocked him, only on the inside though. Alexi was of course only 27, practically a baby compared to her... It was odd to say the least*\n\n\"Oh, and what was this tribe like if you don't mind me asking?\""
}
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107.575758 | 2019-05-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"Mostly yes. I did leave of my own accord..\" *Well she is a Kitsune. She'll love to be up to 1000 years old. And she wouldn't be here if she was his age. She's currently 112. So around 4 times his age yes. Though she appears 25. Maybe a bit older from her current state. And to Kitsunes age literally is just a number. As long as it's you know not creepy. Like they have to be fully grown for it to not be creepy.* \"Uhh.. We were a fairly art-centered and kind of cut off tribe. Tended to keep mostly to ourselves and traditions.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hmm... Okay, I'm guessing you know some art skills then?\"\n\n*If Yukiko said yes to this, that meant that the inkling of an idea that Alexi had forming would be able to be thought harder upon to farm a plan of sorts for her to get on her feet. He wasn't going to take control though, just little nudges here and there given that he is allowed to help in such a way. Now as for Alexi's origin, he was from a small farming village that he had but only recently left which was of course his own decision... Especially when farming wasn't really something he enjoyed or wanted to be stuck doing*\n\n\"I come from a small farming village, decided to leave it last year a little after my 26th birthday... Prolly one of my better decisions\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"I love art yes. Especially sculpting. That's my forte. Though all I've really been able to do is carving of wood since I don't have the proper tools really..\" *Shed say softly, looking up at him and into his face, wincing a tiny bit as her stomach growls painfully. She just ignores it though and says.* \"If you don't enjoy farming then yes.. Leave. Go pursue your dreams.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Don't worry, I am. As for you though, I think it's best we get some food now\"\n\n*Alexi spoke this has he hailed over a waiter that wasn't really tending to any of the already tended to tables. He gave his order which was a simple bowl of stew, something that should cost a few silver at best. He switched his mind back to Yukiko's love for art just as the waiter switched his indifferent gaze over to her frail frame and waited for her to make an order. Alexi was happy to hear that she liked art and could sculpt wood, it meant a potential career for her once she gets the tools that she needs... He didn't know what these tools were of course but he was interested for sure.*\n\n\"As for your love of arts... Have you tried making money off of it?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed simply just order the same thing. Not really sure what to do totally with herself right now. She's not that good at this stuff. Haven't spent years on the streets. This is a very rare occurrence. Once the waiter leaves and he asks his question she would gently brush her hair out of her face again, her ears flicking as a crash comes from the kitchen. Just normal stuff. She would say.* \"I used too... Not anymore though. Since I was thrown onto the streets it's been hard. Since I can't afford anything to carve with or to carve.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well, would you like some help in that? I may be able to assist you in getting back into that if you want\"\n\n*Alexi had a decent amount of savings to spend, enough to get him through potential tough times of course. He also has a stable income which was something that he relied on greatly. Speaking of such, he would have to go to a nearby bank and pick up his earned money seeing as finding a cartographer like him in the middle nowhere would be a bit tough of course. That's besides the point, he was set on giving assistance in whatever way he can and he was now making it known.*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed shrug a bit. She's not going to ask that of him. She's not going to ask anything of anyone really. She doesn't want to be a nuisance she's just trying to survive really without getting in anyone's way. Her only income is her begging. Which is barely any. Though a main source of food for her is hunting animals and such and water is one of the few problems she doesn't have as she can just drink from the river. Though she's had no energy or luck recently to hunt.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well, you think on that. For now, the best I can do is give you enough money for a few nights at an Inn... Maybe six nights could work for you?\"\n\n*Alexi definitely didn't see her as a nuisance, instead he saw her as someone down on their luck that needs a bit of help to get up and running again. Seeing as he also has quite a bit of time on his hands, he saw it fit that offering assistance wouldn't hurt. He also had a few ideas to at least increase the literally poor woman's quality of life, but he could suggest them after eating. Speaking of which, the waiter came and dropped off their food in front of them before heading off again*\n\n\"I mean I may be a little bit pushy on this and all... But I'd rather not see someone like you live like this... It's truly disheartening\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"No you don't have too. I live fine on the streets. I think I'd actually prefer that over staying in an inn..\" *Shed say softly, looking at him. Examining his face. Once the food arrives she quickly starts eating. Eating as slowly as she can force herself to to avoid becoming sick on it. She's starving.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Oh... Are you sure?\"\n\n*Alexi was definitely confused by this statement, how could someone enjoy the cold hard streets more than the comfortable beds that were in the Inns... It just didn't process well with the Okamimi. He did start eating though, something he had to limit himself on when going on trips due to having a very limited supply of food. That wasn't the case now though, he was in a nice Tavern and that was what counted*\n\n\"I mean if you want to live on the streets then I guess that's okay...\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"I mean yes I want off the streets but I don't really trust myself to take care of myself in an environment like that without help. Also I don't want to take your money like that. You need your own money.\" *Shes just not at all wanting to impose or seem helpless. But yes she hates it on the streets but she just doesn't want to stay In an inn like that..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi let out a small sigh as he knew what his next suggestion would be, it would be a little off considering that they were strangers but if Yukiko felt that she needed help in such an environment then he would be the one to at least offer. He of course wasn't going to spend all his funds in her, just an amount that would be fit in getting someone off the streets... Which may be a bit of money* \n\n\"Okay, I know this may be a bit of an odd offer but it's one that might help you. How about you stick around with me, I can help you with all that you need in such an environment as well as assisting in getting you back on your feet. Like I said, it's just an offer and nothing you to agree to\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She was half expecting this offer but was still left unsure of what to say, still eating slowly, already feeling better from the food. She would tilt her head a bit and look down at the table and say.* \"I.. Don't know really..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"That's perfectly okay, please just think on it a little...\"\n\n*Alexi definitely felt like he was overstepping his bounds a little bit but he just had this drive to help her, like it felt right to do so... Maybe something was wrong with him? He didn't know and he had no way to really find out, bottom line was that he was more than willing to help which has been going through his mind so much. He did divert his attention to his food to take a few bites to refuel himself, it was then when he truly noticed the rabbit. It was a cute little thing that looked a little better fed than it's owner, it was a little expected though* \n\n\"Anyways, your Rabbit. Mind telling me a bit about him?...Or her? I can't tell which it is from here\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed just be sitting there petting the rabbit, trying to think of what she should do. She doesn't know.. Should she allow him to help or not? Her initial response is instantly no. Though... Should it be..? He seems at least semi trustworthy and like he genuinely wants to help. But should she accept it..?* \"Him. His name is Akito. He's been my soul companion for most of the time I've been on the streets..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well he looks fairly healthy for being on the streets, which is good of course\"\n\n*It was odd that Akito was in a better state than his owner, Seeing that Yukiko was essentially starving and such. It did show that she was responsible enough to care for something else despite dire circumstances, this was good in Alexi's book of course. He did have to wonder what the other's definitive decision on his offer would be though, he wasn't going to bring it up further though seeing as pushing would be a little rude of him* \n\n\"Akito looks like a nice companion to have in such a situation as yours... You are lucky to have him in my eyes\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod slowly and would say.* \"Yeah.. I take better care of him than myself. Granted that's easy since he can eat grass and such but yeah..\" *Anyway he's more important to her than herself really by now. And supplying him with good is much easier than it is to supply herself.* \"I am.. I mean he keeps me company and he's warm and soft so.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well, be sure to care for yourself as well because if you end up perishing due to focusing on him a bit too much... Who would end up taking care of him?\"\n\n*This of course was a rhetorical question to Yukiko to hopefully elicit a thought on self preservation, not for herself but just so she could take care of something that she cares about... It was a dirty tactic, but he could tell that she put herself last in things that mattered which just wouldn't do in Alexi's book* \n\n\"But yeah, animal companions are good things... They are always reliable in my opinion\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed sigh and shrug softly. Yes it was a dirty tactic and yes she doesn't care much for himself. Evil, but caring thing to do yes.* \"I guess.. But I mean he'll be fine. He can take care of himself.. And yes they are. Their not going to betray you or manipulate you or anything..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah... I can tell you that I've never had an animal try and rob me... Can't say the same about others though\"\n\n*Alexi was attempting to brink a little bit of light hearted humor into their conversation as he waited for an answer on his offer from earlier. He truthfully felt no need to do any wrongs on Yukiko, he wasn't the kind of person to do such a thing without a sound motive, something he didn't have and prolly won't have* \n\n\"But that happened days ago, not much I can do about it if I'm to be honest\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"Someone robbed you? What happened?\" *Shed ask, looking at him, mainly just curious. She's literally incapable of trusting him right now but she does feel a slight pant of worry. Though she doesn't really know why.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I was almost robbed, not actually. What happened was I was surveying an area so I could draw up a map of it, it's something I profit on after all, but while I was looking around this human came out of nowhere and held a knife to my neck and demanded everything I had. I of course tried to fight back but ended up having a magic spear thing shot at me, I was on the ground after that due to a botched dodging attempt. The only reason I still have my stuff is that I lied about having anything at all... Can't say I'm proud of it but at least I'm still alive\"\n\n*Alexi spoke with complete and utter honesty as he recounted the events, he had no reason to lie about such an odd and scary event after all. He was still insanely lucky have have spoke his way out of such a situation, it was a last ditch attempt then just so he didn't lose his stuff or even his life and it did work which let him live to this day* \n\n\"I'm still surprised that he didn't kill me then and there when I was on the ground though... It was the perfect time to do such a thing after all\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed tilt her head and nod a bit, her ears tilting forwards. Listening intently. She would nod slowly and say.* \"Well... Thankfully he bought the lie. I'm surprised he did to be honest. But good that he did I guess..\" *The only real thing she has of worth on her is her dagger. Which is hidden from view somewhere on her person.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah... Have you had anything of the sorts happen to you?\"\n\n*Alexi asked this out of curiosity of course. He didn't want to really pry too much but he also wanted to learn a bit more about Yukiko as well, he had to make a balance of sorts. Alexi also briefly thought back on how he needed to figure out how to improve his physical condition and combat prowess just so he could properly defend himself, he may have had two daggers that he knew how to use but he couldn't just rely on them all the time... He could focus on those things when he wasn't talking with someone else though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"A handful of times I've had my coin containers stolen from me and there's not that much I can do.\" *She just needs to improve her physical condition in general. She's very thin. Malnourished. And weak. Though alive at least. And capable of moving. Others can't say the same.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I can see that happening... It's a sad thing that people do such things to others, can't really be helped by one person though\"\n\n*A perfect world for Alexi would be where everyone helps each other out with no questions asked, not where others take advantage of the less powerful. It wasn't like he could make a change in this though, he truthfully wasn't all to strong himself due to his own reasons... All he could hope for was a better world* \n\n\"Maybe if people are brought together under a single cause then maybe it could be helped... But I can't see that happening\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"I can't either. That's not really going to happen sadly. I wish though...\" *Shes say slowly, looking Down at the wooden grain of the table and sighing quietly. Thinking.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"That's prolly the best we can do at this point...\"\n*Alexi spoke before falling silent, he too was letting his mind drift off and let his thoughts run a little more wild... Thinking as they call it. What he was thinking about was getting a drink or two for the both of them, he wasn't planning on alcohol though as that would be unnecessary. He did have to wonder what the did serve here in terms of drinks though* \n\"Would you like a drink or something? Like water or something else of the sorts?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed just sit back a little, watching him and watching him think and tilting her head a bit and thinking a bit herself and then saying.* \"No. I'm fine thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Okay, if you wat some later just say so though\"\n\n*Alexi shrugged the declination off like it was nothing because that was exactly what it was. He really couldn't think of anything else to really bring up or ask of Yukiko because she seemed to be pretty closed off, something that he couldn't really denounce due to her current situation and all that. Alexi had also looked out a nearby window and noticed that it was getting fairly dark, a good sign that it was near time for him to find an Inn to rest in... He did worry about what Yukiko would do though, would she accept his offer?*\n\n\"Well, I think it's about time that I call it a night and head to an inn, don't want to stay here too long. You are welcome to tag along for the night if you want someplace warm to sleep if you want as well\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod a bit but she's fine. And yes she's closed off and with reason. Stuck in an abusive relationship for years before being thrown out with nothing. She's not the most trusting of person and has no reason to trust him. Or anyone else really. So many people have hurt her. Why does she have reason to trust? So thus she made a decision based purely on lack of trust and not need at all and said.*\n\"I'm fine thank you though...\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah... No need to mention it\"\n\n*Alexi was a little disappointed to say the least when Yukiko denied his offer, he couldn't exactly blame her though because he knew nothing of her past which was something that he respected as being part of her privacy. He didn't waste no time hanging around though, he said he was heading out so that's what he intended to do as he stood up, pushed in his chair, and made his way to the door*\n\n\"If you need anything, try and find me... I'll be at a nearby inn for a little bit after all\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed stand up and walk with him. Not wanting to be in here alone. She would nod. She felt a bit tempted to go with him. As in she hasn't had human company in forever and wants to trust and spend time with people but sees no way for herself too and struggles to do so. So shes just left unsure what to do..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*At this state Alexi looked nothing human, he hadn't really bothered with concealing his wolf-like ears and tail which had probably made it known to everyone around him that he was an Okamimi. This wasn't what was odd to him though, what was odd was that Yukiko followed after him... Did this mean something or was she also ready to leave as well? He couldn't be too sure so he decided to just keep cool and try and figure it out*\n\"Is there any place you'd like me to take you to before I depart?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She has no issue with this. She makes absolutely no effort to hide her white and red ears and her three white and red tails. She has no care to conceal them. She likes them if anything. And Is happy with them. And she's just trying to leave really.. Shed tilt her head a bit and say.* \n\"No.. It's fine thank you..\"\n*She seems a little bit unsure of her decision to leave but says nothing about it and gives little sign of it.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Okay, I'll be off then\"\n*And with that Alexi started walking away, not too fast that mad it seem like he wanted to get away from her though, just a leisurely walk towards the closest inn. He frankly wished that she had agreed to his offer, but that was only him and there wasn't much that he could do to possibly sway her mind... He wasn't one to try and change one's decision after all. This is why he walked on without looking back*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed sigh quietly and would walk off into the streets, looking up at the dark and gray sky. It's probably going to be a rough night. Though she's had worse. So hopefully she'll live. With a stomach full of hot food especially.. And she debates her own decision. Though soon drops it. She has no reason to debate it. It's over and done.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Soon enough Alexi reached the inn and entered, wasting no time in heading to the counter to rent out a room for the night. He was in an urban area so when the innkeeper told that the price was 18 copper for the night he expected it and paid the due amount before taking the keys when they were handed to him and made his way to the room*\n\n*Once he was in his room, he locked the door and slide off his coat before immediately getting to bed, he had just only got to the city just today after a long journey here so he had to recoup his energy for the next day ahead and whatever it held for him. Sleep had come easy for him that night*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*It was much harder for her through the night. As expected. The gray clouds released their promise and started to pour during the night. Dropping temperature even more and leaving her looking for shelter. She hardly finds any and is soaked and absolutely freezing in the morning after a near sleepless night. Apart from the few times she might have lost consciousness. It's rough and dangerous. But she and her rabbit somehow do manage to survive.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The morning had come and it wasn't all to great, Alexi woke to the bleak light that came through the inn room's windows. He could also feel that the temperature had dropped a little due to his room being a little colder then it was the night before, this of course made him get up a little quicker than usual because he had a few things that he wanted to check on. This of course meant that he had left the room, returned the key, and left the inn in a relatively quick manner. The first thing he noticed upon stepping outside was that the air was slightly more humid than it was the day before, this telling him that it rained during the night... This worried Alexi more than usual because his mind was still on the wellbeing of Yukiko, he didn't know where she was so he just started walking around to hopefully come across her and make sure that she was okay.*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*It would still be gray and depressing and drizzling just a bit as he walks outside. And cold. Very cold. And after a bit of walking he would come across her, lying curled up under an awning that she found and wasn't kicked out of. Yet. Still near soaked and shivering uncontrollably from the cold and wetness of her clothes. Half asleep or unconscious just lying there. People ignoring her as they walk by.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi was momentarily relieved to have found Yukiko when he passed by a small awning by the side of the main cobblestone road of the city. This relief was soon washed away by the terrible wet shivering sight that was the kitsune, it wasn't something that he could just let happen and try and talk to her about it. No, it was too cold for such a thing so he walked over to Yukiko and knelt down beside her, just close enough to hear what he was about to say*\n\n\"I'm sorry for this but I can't just let you lie here\"\n\n*And with that he began to scoop her and her rabbit up into his arms, he really did hope that he didn't protest because that would make getting her to an inn harder than he would like*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed barely notice him kneel down beside her at all. Too near unconscious and just out of this world. Just curled up in the ground. Shivering uncontrollably. Once he picks her up her eyes would flutter open and shed struggle a bit for a moment before her head lolls a bit and she sinks back into unconsciousness. Just lying in his arms shivering uncontrollably and allowing it. Since she doesn't haven't much of a choice really.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi persevered through the struggling that Yukiko put up until she descended back into unconsciousness, though it being easier moving her in this state it was oddly suspicious. Alexi chose not to mind this though as he made haste on making his way back to the inn, the sound of his feet pittering and pattering in the small puddles upon the ground as he jogged back to the inn*\n\n*Once he was in the building, he immediately requested a room with some sort of fireplace and somehow managed to pull out two silver to pay for it, he let the innkeeper keep the extra two copper this time around. He also took the key whilst handling Yukiko and rushed to the room so he could lay her down in a bed and get her all tucked in so she could warm up. Once he reached the room, he opened the door and went, immediately setting Yukiko down on the bed before turning back to shut the door, he didn't bother to lock it.*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Once he gets her into the bed and warmth, she just continues to lie there shivering. She's absolutely freezing even to the touch. Not having warm clothes and being stuck in the near-freezing rain all last light. She's cold and sickly. Her rabbit is mostly fine though. It soon warms up and just sits next to her as she lies there in unconsciousness, still freezing and not really warming up.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi let her lay there for the moment as he went to build and light a fire in the fireplace that was thankfully in the room, things may go better with a source of heat that he could set her by so she can warm up easier. It only took a few moments to get a decent flame built up but every second was one that Yukiko spent freezing and he frankly was intent on not having that happen so he moved her close to the fire once it was best he do so*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would allow herself to be moved closer to the flames. Granted yet again not having much of a choice. The rabbit follows her. Wanting to stay close to her. She would instinctively curl up near the flames, pulling her legs up against her in an effort to try to conserve the little body heat she has. She's still frozen to the core.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*There wasn't much Alexi could do at this point but let Yukiko lay and warm up by the fire, he did sit near her to keep an eye on her condition though, it would be downright irresponsible of him if he didn't. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of genuine worry for the kitsune, sure he cared for most strangers and wanted all people to live comfortably... But this was a bit different, like she mattered a bit more than all the others that he had tried to help. He shook this from his mind though as he gazed down to the still shivering Yukiko, a small worried frown still upon his face*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed just lie there still half unconscious, muttering softly and incoherently every once in a while shivering badly still. Shes frozen to the core and is pale and has deep circles under her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Yukiko was a sorry sight for sure, the more Alexi looked over her form to judge her condition, the more he just felt sad and sorry for her. He didn't move closer or even think of laying a finger on her though because he didn't want to violate her privacy more than he had already did when he carried her to the room, even with that he didn't care if she got mad, at least she would be alive by then*\n\n\"Hey Yukiko... Hang in there okay?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed murmur softly in response and incoherently, her shivering having died down maybe a tiny bit. Shes still sickly and ill but it looks as if she will hopefully live. Unless something comes up. Chances are it wont though. It would take a while and possibly be bad for her health if it takes too long.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*There was almost nothing that Alexi could do to speed up the process of her warming up, he had no heat magic and he sure as well wasn't going to get closer. All he could to is watch and hope that the fire is enough to help and warm her up through and through, this was probably the only time that he's put so much faith in a fire if he was to be honest, he truly wanted Yukiko to recover from this literal cold she had*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Well theres not much she could do if he wanted to try to help more. Shes half unconscious and frozen to the core. And she would understand. Probably. She knew how close to death she was before she fell into unconsciousness. Though she also may not understand. Its up to him really... See what happens. Either risk her heath or her anger upon him. Either or.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"\"I'm sorry for this but I just want to make sure that you'll be okay...\"\n\n*Alexi let out a sign as he saw that this simply wasn't going to work, he really didn't want to move Yukiko more than he needed to, but if she were to live to see another day he'd have to swallow his pride and give another source of heat that she could use. To do this, Alexi scooted closer to the fire before scooping up the freezing kitsune in his arms and just holding her close. She was absolutely freezing to the touch but he cared not for that, he was determined to get the chill to go away after all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*He could feel her physically shivering as he does this. She's frozen to the touch but she seems to shift slightly into the warmth of him simply by reaction to it. Shes so cold.. But she starts to warm up a bit more from the closeness. A little quicker. Quick enough for it to be safer for her and allow her to hopefully live.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi could feel Yukiko warm up just a bit whilst she was in his arms, she was still absolutely freezing which was growing more and more uncomfortable for him but he didn't let go... He just held on and let her take the heat from his body just so she could return to normalcy. Frankly this is a complete first for Alexi, not being this close to someone but instead going this far to help them, especially when they are a near stranger, he just could really watch her suffer like this so he had to take action, and that is what he did*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed shiver consistently still but is slowly warming up, after 10 min or so she stops shivering enough to be safe. Still close to him and unconscious though. Muttering softly and her head lolling into him gently. Luckily she doesnt know whats going on right now. She wouldn't really know how to react..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*With the shivering stopping came a huge sigh of relief from Alexi, it meant that she was slowly but surely getting better. What Alexi dreaded though was her reaction to this, from his experience, women really didn't like being held out of nowhere by strangers... And that is exactly what was happening, at least she was alive though, that's what matters*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*And with that thought, she would shift softly, her eyelids twitching and her red eyes opening, looking up into his face, glassy and unfocused and wondering where the hell is she. Whats going on.. And she looks around, her eyes focusing as she realizes shes in an inn. And looking up she then sees Alexi and a red hue takes to her face.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi looked down to Yukiko to see her eyes open and her face red, it wasn't exactly the reaction he was expecting but it was better then being slapped. He was super relieved that she was awake and responsive now though, it meant that she was okay and will be okay... It was a recovery in his eyes for sure*\n\n\"Welcome back Yukiko... How do you feel?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Even if she wanted to slap him she was too weak to do so. She would attempt to sit up and fail. She's too sore. To weak. And still very cold. Though not dangerously so anymore. She's just scared. Untrusting. And needs an explanation of why she's here and what happened.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey please be careful, you just about froze to death you know\"\n\n*Alexi spoke with a tone so serious that it would be impossible to mistake it as lying, he wouldn't lie to her in such a dire situation after all. He also assisted the kitsune in sitting up before going to explain what had happened... He felt that she had the right to know such a thing*\n\n\"You were freezing out there in the rain, drenched in water and ice cold to the touch... Had I not found you, you probably would have died...\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Well. She can't really sit up. She's exhausted and weak and sore still. So all she can do is just sit in his arms even if she's not unhappy with it. And apart from feeling cold and ill she feels fine. Like he hasn't done anything to her. So. Whatever. She just has to trust him as she stays against him, shivering slightly still. She nods slowly and says softly.* \"Yes.. I know.. Thank you. I guess..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah it's okay... Just please take care of yourself better okay?\"\n\n*Alexi had loosened his grip on Yukiko just enough to help make her comfortable whilst she recovered, it was probably best that she was moved to the bed seeing as she prolly didn't like being so close to him. Instead of just picking her up without any thought, Alexi decided to ask if she wanted to be moved first*\n\n\"Hey, do you want to be moved to the bed? It's probably more comfortable than there on the floor\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"It's just hard..\" *Shed say softly in response. She's honestly fine lying on the floor. She's very on much worse surfaces. And she's iffy about being close to him.. Like as stated before she does want company and someone to talk to and spend time with but she just has such a hard time talking to people so she would just shrug in response. She doesn't know what to do.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The response that Yukiko gave kind of confused Alexi a little because it didn't exactly answer either of his questions, he let it go though and just sat without really changing positions. He wasn't sure what he was to do about her, she obviously couldn't exactly take care of herself because she just about died... Yet she was also reluctant to accept help as well... Was she like suicidal or something? Alexi wasn't too sure but he did know that she wasn't going back out till she was fully recovered*"
}
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{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed sigh quietly and would look up at the ceiling. In reality. Yes. She kind of is. She's lost a lot of her will to live overall and has no self worth or confidence. All ruined by her past. Shes in as bad of a place mentally as physically. Maybe even worse. It's not good.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey... Are you still cold or are you fine to be let go now?\"\n\n*Alexi spoke softly as possible as he felt it unnecessary to speak any louder considering how they were only a few inches apart, something that felt so new to him despite it being a common occurrence... It was just odd. He still did worry about her though, about her well being both mentally and physically and he wasn't too sure why but he didn't let that stop him*\n\n\"Also are you okay in your head or do you need a little more rest?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*The fact that she's still shivering is a bit of a give away. Yes she's still cold. She's usually cold yes but she's shivering cold right now. She'd still be red in the face from the closeness and she's unsure what to do. She just shrugs. No she's not ok in her head but she's not going to talk about it.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Whelp...\"\n\n*It was only one word that he had said before he lifted Yukiko up and took her over to the bed, gently setting her down upon the soft mattress and sheets of the bed. He did this because not only had he not eaten any food yet, she probably hadn't either so getting a warm something may be best to warm up. Alexi could head out a little later though, he wanted to make sure the shivering stops before he does* \n\n\"There we go\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed wince and shiver more as he does this but would curl up on the bed, watching him with her tired, bright red eyes. Shed smile a little as the softness of the bed hits her. She hasn't had a bed in so long..* \"T-thank you..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Mhm...\"\n\n*Alexi then stood back and looked around to judge the current situation, the room had a lit fireplace heating up the air which was good and Yukiko was in bed so that should help her warm a little. What was left was to get food for the both of them, it was obvious though that Yukiko would need to more considering how she may have spent a lot of energy on warming up*\n\n\"Hey I'm going to go get some food, is there anything you need before I do so?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*The rabbit would jump up onto the bed and hop up the bed to her. As usual wanting to be near her. She continues to shiver with cold, but much less than earlier. Food is important to her yes. She could really use some. She would shake her head and say.* \"No.. Thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I'll be back then\"\n\n*And with a nod to signify accepting her thanks, Alexi was off to go to the main dining area of this inn to purchase something warm for Yukiko. He did quickly made it to the dining area so he wasted no time in placing two orders for whatever meat they had available this morning as well as a side of an equally warm and nutritious side for it. He was then told to wait a few for the food to be made so he did, he just was a little impatient seeing as there was a shivering woman back there that was probably very hungry. Soon enough Alexi was handed two bowls of steaming stew with all the necessary ingredients for a good breakfast, he didn't complain about it because it always probably the fastest thing they could make so he left wordlessly to head back to the room*\n\n*After an expedition of around thirty minutes Alexi returned to the inn room where Yukiko was, this time with bowls of stew in his hands as he entered*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*As he leaves she just pulls the rabbit close to her. Petting him slowly and watching the fire and waiting for him to get back. As she's waiting she slowly falls into sleep. And by the time he gets back she's sleeping with Akito pulled to her, shivering slightly and breathing evenly as she sleeps.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi noticed that Yukiko had fallen asleep, this of course would be perfectly fine if he hadn't two bowls of quickly cooling food with him. This of course meant that he would have to wake her from her sleep, something that he would rather not do. He couldn't wake her currently though so he went to a nearby table, one that can be found in nearly all the rooms, and set the bowls of stew down on it before heading over to the bed to wake her. He started with two small shakes to maybe arouse her from her sleep*\n\n\"Hey Yukiko, wake up its time to eat\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed shift slightly, letting out a soft noise and opening her eyes, looking up at him and smelling the food and hearing him say this. She smiles slightly and nods, looking up into his face. Not saying anything apart from.* \"Ok.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Do you think that you can get up to eat it yourself or...?\"\n\n*Alexi wanted to make sure of a few things first, he didn't want to just leave Yukiko there unable to get up or anything like that. He also didn't want to help her with such a thing wen she really didn't need it, so he asked if she was good enough to do her own thing*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod a bit. She thinks she can. And probably can. She would struggle and slowly sit up, propping herself up against the pillow, her rabbit sitting against her. She manages to sit up yes but it's not easy to do so.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi still stood by to help Yukiko if it was needed, he didn't interfere with her for now though. He was still genuinely worried for the Kitsune though, it was a bit new for him to have such a genuine thing but he didn't doubt it at all... He just wanted to see her happier and healthier if it was possible*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed manage to stay sitting up against the pillow, still shivering a small amount. She's always cold though really. Shed smile a little at him. She's slowly starting to, while not trusting him, not distrust him either. Which is a bit of an improvement really.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Seeing as she was sitting up now, Alexi went over and retrieved the bowl for her, making things just a bit easier for the girl. He was going to eat his own meal, but he wanted to make sure that Yukiko was all good first. He ended that thought by handing her the bowl of stew*\n\n\"Here you go, eat up\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed take the bowl slowly with slightly shaking hands and would start to eat. She's hungry. As usual. But what do you expect? Shed smile slightly at him and swallow and say.* \"Thank you..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"It's no problem... You hade me a bit scared there ya know, being so cold and all\"\n\n*Alexi spoke before getting his own bowl and taking a seat at the foot of the bed so he could eat. He had spoke his mind and really didn't care if Yukiko got mad, he was speaking his mind after all. One thing that still bugged him though was that she would probably need a new set of clothes Seeing how hers were probably all soaked and dirty*\n\n\"Oh, and how are your clothes holding up?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "\"I'm sorry.. I didn't want to scare you. I didn't even think you'd find me.\" *Shed say. She needs a full on bath. She's dirty. Doesn't smell that good (understandably) and just isn't that clean overall. Doesn't have much of a way to be really.* \"Not all that well really...\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Honestly it was pure luck I guess\"\n\n*It was indeed luck that Alexi had come across her on his small search, had he not come across her then and there well... The worst may have happened. He was happy that she had recovered since that near frozen state from before but another worry had arose, her clothes as well as herself were filthy, it wasn't exactly the best way to live* \n\n\"As for you and your clothes... How about you get washed up then we can head out to get some new clothes for you? It probably isn't all too comfortable being caked in mud\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod, just eating her stew. It's nice having hot food. It's rare for her to have hot food usually. So it's good when she does. Shed brush some of her white hair out of her face slowly. She is kind of gross and hates that she is. Shed nod in agreement.* \"It's not at all.. It's uncomfortable and gross feeling.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well whenever you feel you are ready to go get washed up just say, I can lead you to the washroom\"\n\n*Alexi said this between spoonful's of stew, his energy rising with each and every bite. He did find it great that wanted to wash up, it was probably one of the first few times that she had given him a definitive answer... It was progress in getting somewhere with Yukiko and that was what she was happy with*\n\n\"Then we can go shopping for a bit then... Sound good?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would nod in response, her mouth full of food. She would swallow and say* \"Ok.. Thank you.\" *She can feel herself getting warmer and better with the stew. Still shivering slightly though. And she tends to be an indecisive person. Understandably all things considered. Once he says this she nods a bit.* \"Alright...\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Seeing as a plan was laid out ad set, Alexi finished up his meal and set his bowl and cutlery aside on the nearby table. As it stood currently, He really didn't have much to do seeing as Yukiko was nearly at a point where she could take care of herself to a degree... The matter of her making the right decisions though was still up to debate in Alexi's mind though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would place her bowl with his once he finishes. As she is done too. If she cant reach she hands it to him. Shes still shivering and tired and sore and cant really move much. Shed smile a little at him, saying* \"Thank you\" *Softly*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"There isn't a need to mention it, just please focus on getting better\"\n\n*For what Alexi knew, he didn't need thanks for doing this nor did he want it at all. He just wanted to see Yukiko recover to the point she was at the night before so progress could then be made, a regression wasn't exactly the best thing to see*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod. Shes grateful so shes still going to say thank you. In her eyes she doesn't deserve this at all really. And he shouldn't stick himself with her. Thats really her thoughts on it. Granted he probably disagrees but its just how she sees it and how its sadly going to stay unless somehow proven otherwise.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*In Alexi's eyes, she did deserve this for it was obvious that it wasn't her fault that she was on the streets... Well to his presumptions at least. He did realize though that it would take a bit of work to work with her but he wouldn't dare think about giving up, no matter how indecisive she was*"
}
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{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed sigh quietly, leaning back a bit and looking at the wall across from her, her rabbit pushing into the crook of her elbow. She shifts her arm to allow him to sit between her hip and elbow, just thinking.. Unsure what to say.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*An air of silence had fallen between the two, it wasn't one that Alexi had found awkward or anything as it allowed them to thing of what to say next, he needed this because there frankly wasn't much that he could bring up or ask her that may not be shot down. This of course was something that he didn't find too tasteful, but he would deal with it*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed pull her rabbit a little closer to her, petting it, starting to randomly shiver again and just ignoring it. Though yes she notices the wave of cold that hits her. But she just leaves it be. Not saying anything.*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey... Are you still cold?\"\n\n*Alexi asked in a soft and worrisome tone once he noticed Yukiko shivering once again, he wasn't sure if this was just normal of her or if it was lasting effects of nearly freezing to death so he decided to ask and make sure of what was causing it. To be frank, the room itself was starting to warm up ever since the fire in the fireplace had been lit so Alexi found if a bit odd that the shivers had continued, he didn't exactly see it as wrong though... Just odd*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed slowly pull the blanket a little further up around herself, still shivering and would nod.* \"Y-yeah..\" *Its both normal and a combination of her early freezing god death. It's why she's shivering as badly as she is. Even though the room is heating up she's still shivering uncontrollably. Just randomly cold.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Is there anything I can do to help you or will you be okay for now?\"\n\n*Alexi truly didn't like seeing Yukiko in such a state, it didn't pain him or anything but it definitely didn't make him feel great either. If he were to be honest, he just wanted to wrap her up in a hug and just hold her because that could possibly help her... He doubted she would accept such an action if he even did try though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed just. Shrug a bit. She's finding she has no reason to distrust him. So she no longer does. In fact she's closer to having some trust for him. She doesn't yet but she's closer to it. Shed look over at him. Unsure what to do. She doesn't know how she'd react to that. No one really does.. He could just ask if he really wanted.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi's question was answered with a shrug, he had half expected it of course seeing as Yukiko never seemed to really know what she wanted. He couldn't really get mad though considering how disadvantaged in life the girl was, this of course meant that he was going to be patient and just care for her* \n\n\"Well... If anything does pop up, please do tell me\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed wrap her arms around herself, still shivering and cold. And just not sure what to do about it. She's obviously hating it and feeling horrible but just doesn't really know what to do. And she never really knows what she wants since she was taught, by both being beaten and more, that her opinions don't matter. So she's lost the ability to really have them. She's submissive.* \"O-Ok..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I sorta have an idea but it's up to you if you want to act on it though\"\n\n*Alexi was of course thinking of sharing body heat as it was obvious that Yukiko wasn't producing enough on her own to make a difference, the only grievance he had about this plan though was that they would have to be really close to do it and well... Yukiko hadn't seemed to wash up yet*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed shrug. She knows his idea. She's not saying no though. She just doesn't really know what to do. She looks up at him. Letting him decide. She's not saying no. She wants closeness in reality but just is unsure.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi was met by another shrug, one that just put him off greatly. He wasn't going to act on his own without Yukiko voicing what she wanted, he just didn't play that way and it was definitely starting to become obvious... He had to wonder how long this would continue on for though, hopefully it wouldn't be for a long time*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would just be able to tell about his annoyance and such with her and she just slowly hangs her head. Sighing quietly and saying.* \"I'm sorry for being the way I am..\" *She really doesn't mean it. It's just drilled into her and has sadly become part of who she is and she hates it even more than he does..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Right then and there Alexi decided to pull Yukiko into a hug, he wasn't annoyed with her or anything of the sorts, he just didn't know her background so he had to stay on his feet more often then he wanted to be. Nevertheless though, he had made an attempt to hug Yukiko and was now waiting on her reaction to such a action*\n\n\"It's okay Yukiko... You have no need to be sorry okay?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would flinch as he does so and pull away slightly for a moment before taking a breath and allowing it. Still shivering and having had a little bit of a panic there. She's fine now though and finds herself.. Happy if anything with the hug. She allows it. Nodding slowly and saying* \"O-ok..\" *She still is sorry and will be.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi planned on holding the hug just as long as she shivered, once the shivering stopped he would let go ad go back to respecting her personal space. He did enjoy the hug of sorts, it was comforting and all but he really knew that he shouldn't be enjoying it... Yukiko was probably uncomfortable after all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She takes a slow breath and leans into him a little, still shivering pretty badly. Shes very cold to the touch again and is feeling miserable from it. So she if anything welcomes the hug a bit.. Finding herself to be content with another person and also finds herself trusting him even if just a little... Which is quite a lot since she hasn't trusted anyone in a long long time after all.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Her leaning into him was a big surprise if he was to be honest, he was under the impression that she didn't want to hug but that was false and he immediately realized that. Upon this realization Alexi pulled Yukiko into a tighter ad warmer hug, something that he hadn't experienced in quite a while... He wasn't exactly the most approachable after all. He was happy as is though so he didn't change one thing though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would slowly close her eyes, still shivering and pulling herself a little closer to him just off reaction. Not fully meaning to do it. Mainly just her cold body wanting to be closer to the source of warmth, curling up a little, close to him. She's not exactly approachable either but is happy to be with someone for once and close to someone.. Someone she could be closer too.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi did't really change how he was positioned, he let Yukiko decided that now that she had seemed to have gotten comfortable around him. He of course wouldn't ever dare hurt her, that was evident by him helping her warm up by going this far, so it was right that she had slowly began to trust him... The question of what will she do with her life still remained though. Alexi didn't push this question as it was very unnecessary though, so he but only held the hug between the two of them*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would slowly rest her head against his chest, slowly and timidly, her ears flicking as to not hit him and be kind of uncomfortable doing so, her tails slowly wrapping around onto him, just by reaction.. Shes quite close to him and she doesn't really mean to be she just happens to be. She's blushing softly as she kind of realizes how close she is but just accepts it. Happy..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi was still quite young for his species so he hasn't really experienced a lot i his life, most of it pertaining to the other sex of course. This meant that Yukiko resting her head ad wrapping her tails around him made his heart flutter, she could probably feel it through his chest in all honesty. This happiness may not have been forwardly noticeable but behind Alexi was his tail... And it was swaying from side to side in joy almost like a dog's would... He was an Okimimi after all. He didn't and wouldn't doubt the contentness he felt now though, and he would probably never doubt it in the future either*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed slowly relax a bit of tension she didnt really even know she had, still just curled up against him shivering. This went.. Differently than expected. For both of them. She would go a little more red as she feels his heart flutter gently, her own doing the same. Luckily he can't feel it.. Though her tails betray it a bit by twitching a little. Meaning something.. Maybe he wouldn't know what? She has no idea. Shes just a little nervous now as well as enjoying it.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi just... He wasn't sure what he was feeling at this moment, it was like joy and happiness and just so many other things balled up into one and decided to smack him when Yukiko decided to snuggle closer to him. He was still beyond happy of course as he held her in his arms, but he didn't know what else he was to do because he just didn't want to ruin the moment*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed feeling a similar way and has no idea what to do. Shed just slowly pull herself a little closer into him and curling herself up a little more. She would then proceed to flush quite deeper red as she starts to do something she hasn't done in a very.. Very long time. A soft cat-like purr sound coming from her chest. She shifts slightly and a little uncomfortable but slowly relaxes, stooping only for a moment before it starts again. Shed slowly look embarrassedly and timidly up into his face, seeing his reaction.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi was definitely caught by surprise when Yukiko started purring like a cat... But a little differently. He didn't show any negative reaction when she had looked up to him, instead he had a hlushed face with a warm smile upon it as he took i her obviously embarrassed reaction to her own purring, It was... Cute, that was one of the many words that he could describe such an action that showed her contentness, was he going to voice this? Probably not, but it was what he knew as true*\n\n\"Yukiko... You are just too cute\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed drop her gaze quickly, her red eyes a little wide and just gazing down at the bed, blushing deeper as he says this, not meeting his eyes. She's red in the face with embarrassment, just gazing down at the bed in her embarrassment, her tails twitching a bit as he calls her cute. You know what that stands for. Her heart jumping in her chest as he says that..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi could definitely tell that his comment embarrassed Yukiko, this of course bringing a small chuckle out of him as he continued to hug... No, cuddle the Kitsune gal. Sure, there were some things that needed to be improved on her end but he was going to be there for her as a person that she could trust and rely on... He wouldn't want any less*\n\n\"You... Just... Truly are\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would slowly press her face into his chest as he says this, blushing even more and trying to hide it against him, her face red and still purring, unable to stop. She's very embarrassed yes and doesn't understand why he's laughing at her..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi wasn't laughing, sure it was a light chuckle that came and went, but it wasn't because of anything she did that was comedical or anything of the sorts. Instead, Alexi found her to be just lovable despite her life circumstances. He wasn't in love with her but he definitely felt like there was a chance of that occurring in the future though... For now he had to make sure that she lived to see the future because she frankly was a danger to herself in his eyes. That was no problem now that she was putting in his arms though, frankly he'd rather not let go... Sooner or later he would though and he'd hate that time when it came*"
}
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{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed close her eyes, still deep red and close to him, her face buried into his chest gently in her embarrassment. Yes. She is a danger to herself. Quite so. She's finding herself happy in his arms.. And not wanting him to let go either as she shivers in his arms. She finds herself feeling about the same way about him. Trusting him more now and in the back of her mind knowing something* Could *Happen between them.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi may not have been tired but just being there in that situation had greatly calmed him and slowly but surely he could feel himself drift from consciousness and to a realm of sleep. He of course wasn't asleep at that moment, but within a few moments he would be out for sure*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*A bit before he does, she slowly slumps a little more against him as her exhaustion from her poor physical health takes over and her eyes grow heavy as she falls asleep against him, blanking out from the world as she sleeps, breathing evenly and slowly, still curled up against him.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi could feel Yukiko fall asleep against him, this of course bringing a smile to his face as he too started to drift off. Because of this driving off to sleep, Alexi had ended up falling back onto the bed just so he could lay in his sleepy state. Soon enough though he was asleep*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Once he wakes up, she would still be asleep, basically lying half on top of him in his arms, curled up close to him, eyes closed and breathing evenly and slowly. Shed be lying on his chest really with her legs next to his, cuddling close to him. Not knowing that she's doing so.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi had woken to Yukiko cuddling against him, something that he'd usually Abe hesitant about but with her it just made him happy and comfortable. This of course was why he just laid there with the kitsune against him, happy as ever as he woke up from nap of sorts*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed shift a little in her sleep, her ears tickling the bottom of his chin gently. He can feel that their probably very soft even from the slight touch. Shed pull herself a little closer to him as she shifts, letting out a soft noise as she does so. She's very content here.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi felt her soft ears brush against the underside of his chin, it tickled of course but he didn't move from where he lay. Instead, he pulled a hand up and gently stroked the top of the kitsune's head as she slept, hopefully making it a bit more comfortable as he did so. The feeling that Alexi felt for Yukiko was a new and near unknown one but it was welcome in his heart, he didn't want this feeling or moment to end at all if he was to be honest*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*As he starts to stroke her head, her eyelids flutter for a moment. She's a light sleeper. She sinks back into sleep and starts purring softly in her sleep. That's something she's always enjoyed but never really got and she's happy that he's doing it and is content with it, not moving from lying over him, purring softly as he strokes her hair. Which is very soft. As is her ears. Maybe a little dirty though.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi didn't mind the dirt at that moment, it was something that could be taken care of later. Right now what mattered to him was just making sure that Yukiko was warm and happy, that was what mattered to him most right now after all. Now Alexi himself was of course happy as well, he was with a fairly good looking girl right now... Well, she was a bit malnourished but that could be fixed given time and a regular eating schedule. Anyways, he kept lighting stroking Yukiko's hair as he lay there on the bed with her snuggling up against him, he planned on doing no more than what he was after all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed continue to purr softly as he strokes her hair, nuzzling a little into his chest as she pulls herself a little closer to him in her sleep, extremely happy even as she sleeps and glad to be warm and safe for once. And with someone she could or does like. And yes. She is flat out attractive even in her malnourished State. Yes she's quite thin but she still has an attractive face and body even though she's so thin. She'll probably look even better when she puts on some weight yes.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi couldn't help but just keep his eyes on her, admiring every inch of her figure and features as he lost himself in thought. Most of his thinking pertained to bringing Yukiko to a more healthy condition of course, but he also thought on what his future would be like, he hadn't really thought of what he wanted in the long term but he did eventually want to meet someone to be with. Well, maybe he had in the past or the present... He wasn't sure so he set the thought aside as let out a long drawn out sigh, one of slight frustration. This frustration soon faded away when he focused back on the Kitsune upon his chest though, she essentially took his mind to a better place and that was something very new yet very welcome to him if he was to be honest... What was this feeling he had though? He just didn't know*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would stay just curled up on his chest, purring softly in her sleep, breathing evenly and slowly. Oblivious to the outside world in her exhaustion. This is the best she's slept in a long time. And it's thanks solely to him. Shed never forget this. No matter what.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*As much as Alexi wanted to wake Yukiko to see what her reaction was to all this, he didn't as he knew that she needed all the rest that she could get... Especially when she just about froze to death earlier that day. He couldn't help but just worry for her, he wanted to care for her as long as it was allowed but he didn't know if the other would want it... Especially when she didn't seem too sure of herself. The best he could do is play things by the minute and see how everything turns out though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*And sleep she would. For maybe 10-20 min she'd remain curled up on his chest, very close to him and purring softly as she sleeps, content and for once in her life. Dreamless. But soon her eyes would flicker and shed shift softly, letting out a soft groan as she moves, not opening her eyes yet.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well good afternoon Yukiko\"\n\n*Alexi could tell that the Kitsune was waking up which did cause his heart to race a little as he anticipated her reaction, he of course was fine with hw she napped against him but if she was was lost to him though so he just had to wait and play it cool for now... He did hope that things turned out right though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would slowly open her eyes and look up at him confusedly before she figures out where shes lying. She goes red in the face and quickly looks away, shifting off him slowly. Shes very embarrassed and wouldn't look at him, just murmuring* \"Sorry..\" *Slowly.. She feels bad and doesn't think he was ok with it. Why would he be? Why would he like her in the first place? In her eyes. This is how it is.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey... No need to be sorry Yukiko, I'm not mad or upset that you fell asleep on me\"\n\n*Alexi spoke with a deep and reassuring voice, one that almost definitely made what he said seem like the truth that it was. He frankly didn't mind having Yukiko sleep against him as he actually liked it and enjoyed it quite a bit... He doubted that the other would accept this though, she seemed set in her ways of being reserved after all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed glance at him in surprise. Not expecting this answer at all.. Looking away quickly and pulling her knees to her chest.* \"A-are you sure..?\" *Shed say softly, looking down at the sheets.. She doesn't trust his opinion. She found herself enjoying the closeness but she doesnt believe he did. Not at all.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Mhm, you may not believe me but its nice having you near and I say this with every ounce of truth I have\"\n\n*Alexi had no intention of lying to Yukiko, he'd gain nothing from it and it was immoral as well, he'd rather be honest with her just like he had been for however long he had known her. He had also enjoyed her company despite her being a bit higher on the maintenance side of things... He did believe that any effort he put into her would be worth it though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would nod slowly, hugging her knees to her chest slowly, still bright red in the face. She's extremely embarrassed and unsure of herself. She doesnt know what do to right now at all and is kind of worried and scared. She doesn't know how she feels why she feels this way or what to do and its a little upsetting. Understandably. She is high maintenance yes but then again.. 1, shes a abandonment issue female. And 2, shes a former beggar. Shes got a lot of issues and such on her plate to deal with.*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi knew for a fact that Yukiko didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, especially when it was but only the two of them in the room. Nevertheless, he didn't bring this up though because his mind jumped to the thought of getting a few things done, the biggest being getting Yukiko washed up and in new clothes of course.* \n\n\"How about this, in a few minutes we should head out so you can go wash as well as get you some new clothes as well\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would nod slowly and say* \"A-alright..\" *Still looking down at the bed and holding her knees to herself, red in the face still. She doesn't really know what to do with herself still. And she's obviously pretty upset about it. She feels bad if anything as well..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey... Are you okay?\"\n\n*Alexi scooted a bit closer as he noticed that she still seemed to feel bad about something, he didn't believe that there was anything for her to worry about though so he was a little confused. He also was a bit concerned about her so he did want to get to the bottom of it all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed tilt her head a bit and would just say.* \"I-I'm Just.. Sorry.. You shouldn't be stuck with me and I shouldn't have fallen asleep on you..\" *Shed say quietly. She's very insecure and has little to no self worth. She doesn't see herself having use so she fails to see that he wants to be with her and sees it as if he feels he has to or something.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yukiko, it's fine that you are here and that you fell asleep on me. I don't mind such a thing so please don't beat yourself up about it\"\n\n*Alexi was more stern and assertive this time around, he wanted to make it known to Yukiko that he didn't really mind that she had slept against him. This all did reveal a little about the Kitsune though, it was near evident that something in her past made her doubtful of most things even when people tell her different... Alexi just needed to figure out what it was*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed nod slowly.. Doubting him In full honesty. Is he telling the truth? Yes. Does she believe it? Not really. And she can't help it. She's had trouble with people for years. He's no exception to this sadly. No one is. Shed probably be like this with her own family. She just can't help it.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi had said what he needed to and for now let Yukiko decide on how she would take the words, he did hope that she did believe them though because it would make showing affection a whole lot easier for him. There wasn't much else that he could do to sway her opinion or thoughts though so he just sat there on the bed next to her, waiting for the right time to mention that they should head out to get the things they needed to do done*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would sigh quietly and would rest her chin on her knees, still red in the face. She has no idea what to do anymore or even how she feels so she just. Sits there. Sad. Feeling alone. And scared. Having no idea what to do or say at all. And it's honestly upsetting her.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi couldn't help but just gently rub her back a little with his hand, he felt so sad for her and wanted to give some sort of comfort... Even if he probably couldn't. Maybe he waded a little too deep into trying to help Yukiko, it was definitely going to be a challenge and all but he wasn't going to give up on her despite that... He simply wouldn't turn his back on her that easily*\n\n\"Please... Just remember that I'll always be here for you no matter what okay?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*The second he touches her she flinches away before she sinks back a little, allowing it, pulling her knees a little closer to himself, obviously feeling bad about flinching. And everything else still. Shed nod. Closing her eyes slowly.. Unsure what to do and still feeling alone.*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Hey Yukiko, how about we get going? We have a few things to do after all\"\n\n*Alexi spoke softly as it seemed that Yukiko wasn't exactly in the best of moods at that moment, this was no problem right now because they still had a few things that needed to get done that may improve her mood a bit. These things included bathing and getting new clothes, things they agreed on earlier of course* \n\n\"Though we can wait if that sounds better\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would nod slowly, her face still tinted red. No she's not in a good mood. She's kinda depressed. Feeling alone and really just doesn't know what to do at all. And it's upsetting her yes.* \"Alright.. Lets go then..\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Okay\"\n\n*And with that Alexi got up from the bed and held out his hand to help Yukiko get up as well, he didn't want to be insensitive to the girl after all... Especially when she wasn't in such a great mood. He did have to wonder if she would be able to bathe on her own though... This of course worried him greatly due to obvious reasons* \n\n\"...Do you think you'll be able to bathe on your own?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed take his hand slowly, hers still being ice cold, and would try to stand up, struggling and failing in the process. She's still very weak. Though better and capable of moving, not really walking yet. Shed look away, a little embarrassed and feeling weak and judged. Even though she's not being judged.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I see... Well, is it okay if I carry you then? You seem a bit too weak right now\"\n\n*Alexi was of course sincere in this question, not even daring to think about ridiculing the poor Yukiko. He honestly found it terrible that she had to live in such conditions for so long, this made him want to give her a better life of course so he didn't exactly plan on just giving up on her*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*She would nod slowly, allowing it. Still not looking at him. Shed shift a little. She still doesn't really know how she feels about him. She thinks she might be attracted to him? But she's embarrassed and has less than an idea on what to do about it so she just. Keeps to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*With the confirmation on him being allowed to pick her up, Alexi leaned over and gently scooped Yukiko into his arms before lifting her off the bed. It it wasn't obvious now that he cared greatly for her, then it wouldn't be any more obvious because he never did this for people that he had little regard for... Yukiko was a special case for him, she was someone he was both attracted to as well as someone he really wanted to care for and he liked this despite it being new* \n\n\"Do tell if you get uncomfortable, I can put you down then okay?\""
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed blush a little as he picks her up. Who knows why. Well she does. But she's not going to say anything. She, giving the pretext of making him Carry her easier, which doesn't make sense as she's very light, wraps her arms around his neck, her ears brushing gently against his chin. Not flicking back. As they normally do. The only time this has happening before was when she was sleeping on him. It gives the idea that her ears allowing themselves to be touched or whatever is a sign of comfort and trust. And her tails would, with no given reasoning, wrap around his legs a little. Both of the last two actions are without her meaning too. They just kind of happen.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi had felt her ears brush against his chin just like they had earlier, this of course wasn't exactly like the usual because usually she had them back when they had interacted. He of course took this as her warming up to him, no more and no less... Then he felt her tail wrap around his leg, this was definitely more than warming up but Alexi doubted that. As much as he wanted to say something to try and confirm it, he just stayed silent and let things be... He enjoyed it after all*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed close her eyes slowly, still red in the face, saying and doing nothing. She's a little embarrassed yes and realized quickly what her tails and ears were doing. She doesn't change it though. Thinking if she does he might get more suspicious. If she leaves it it might just seem like a reaction. Though it doesn't really.. But she just doesn't pick up on that.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The fact that she hadn't changed this at all nearly confirmed that it was near intentional for Alexi, he of course still refused to bring it up though in fear of her changing it... He had learned that if he brought attention to her actions, it could lead to her stopping them so he just didn't want to bring it up just yet. He did hold on yet her closely though as they walked down the hall and top the washroom, a place that he was secretly dreading due to the fact that he might have to help her seeing as she was weaker... He just had to see how it went though*"
},
{
"author": "snek1677",
"message": "*Shed allow herself to be carried, holding herself close to him as well. Her eyes still closed. Her tails around his leg gently. No one is watching. Thankfully for her. Her ears brushing gently under his chin still. She's thought of this too but says nothing about it. Just sitting in his arms and waiting until they get there.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Soon enough they reach the wash room, it was a public one of course but the Inn itself was fairly empty so he doubted that anyone would be in there at all. He did hesitate on entering though as he knew that once he passed the doors, things would get a bit awkward. He did eventually enter though*"
}
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The Town Hall seems to be rather busy the past few days, with many adventurers walking in and out. It seems foreign contacts are now flooding the city in search of mercenaries for a war up north.\n\nTwo guards stood at the entrance of the town hall, waiting to guide anyone looking for work or to meet with an important official. A bounty board was situated next to the door way, with several people surrounding and reading it. It seems it was full of small time quests dealing with ordinary security problem - And a Mr.Zerkim hiring mercenaries for a campaign up north.\n\nPerhaps a curious adventurer could go in and find this Mr.Zerkim for employment?"
},
{
"author": "veneran",
"message": "*Kin'Shah, whose guise was that of a High Elves, strode up to the town hall's entrance and pushed the doors open. Being naturally drawn to crowds, Kin'Shah strode up to the massive gathering of people. He pushed his way to the center of the horde, expecting something exciting, something new, something awesome! Alas, he saw naught of interest, just a board with papers upon it.\nKin'Shah decided that he had nothing better to do, and read the board. He thrusted his hands into his pockets and began to read. He mumbled the words aloud to himself, and, upon finishing his perusal, had found a particular quest that struck his interest. He grinned and excitedly walked out of the town hall, knowing where his next destination was. He mounted his steed, and began to ride..."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*As Kin'Shah pushed to the centre of the horde, the horde pushed back. Clearly not all of the people in the crowd were well-mannered, gentle man who'd take being pushed away easily. The quest paper would say that Mr.Zerkim was in fact, inside the town hall. Having realized that, Kin'Shah would probably have headed inside the town hall instead of riding up north. \n\nMr.Zerkim was a four-armed Qua (like all Qua), with big, brown antenna, in a rather nice suit - by Qua standard, sitting at a table near the front entrance. He seems to be talkign with two well-armed adventurers.*"
},
{
"author": "veneran",
"message": "Alright, should I finish the post I'm working on right now?\n\n\"Hello!\" Kin'Shah said exuberantly as he strode towards Zerkim and those he was talking to. \"I observed your parchment placed upon the quest board\" Kin'Shah said, making sure to use large words so he seemed more formal, \"And I'd like to participate!\" Kin'Shah beamed at the trio, then bowed."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The Qua seems a bit confused, scratching his head and antenna,\"My... Patchment? Yes? What?\" Perhaps the word was too big for a non-native speaker of the common language,\"You seeking work up north to fight slave raiders. Yes? Very lucrative reward, twenty and thirty silver a day, and loot, too, but we take small comission, maybe one-tenth or two-tenth.\"\n\nHe held his hands together. If Kin'Shah accepted the offer, he'd be offered a ticket on a ship to the north, and taken there after a week of smooth sailing. And from there, they could find plenty of fights to be had."
},
{
"author": "veneran",
"message": "\"Yes, of course. I've heard of the Slave stuff going on up North, I'm simply amazed that there's still sapient people being considered property.\" He said exuberantly. \"When do we leave? Will I be given my own weapons and armor?\" Kin'Shah seemed rather excited considering he was talking about war and slavery."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"...\" The Qua scratched his antenna even more,\"Ah... Yes. You must be a steppe elf then, I hear your people are very against slavery.\" Kin'shah may or may not know, that High Elves were the founder of *The* Most pro-slavery Empire in this part of Ramul Ta. Perhaps that title is contested by Salvainia now, however...\n\n\"But this is also slaver land, though slaves treated better, maybe a bit better. But you not saying against slavery too much here. Not good idea, bad ears hear, yes yes?\"\n\n*The Qua explained.*\n\n\"As for weapons and armor, we poor tribe in north. But we buy many mass-produced equipments, and when you of arriving, we can lending you of gears, then you kill dirty enemies, or take them captive and ransom, and then you pay back for the gears and buy them, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "veneran",
"message": "*Kin'Shah's brow furrowed and he balled his hands. \"Yeah, alright.\" He said stiffly. Kin'Shah was absolutely bursting with opinions on slavery, but heeded the Qua's warning and kept them to himself. \"Do you have any more men? This is a very dangerous mission, and I wouldn't feel safe if it was only us.\" He gestured towards Qua and the two men he was talking to."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Qua pointed at other adventurers gathered outside,*\"Yes, we've hired many many people to do the fighting. After all, high elves have many money made from this trade, and they have many mercenaries to fight us... So we hire many to of fighting. You also have many brave, strong soldiers from our tribe.\n\nMany of them, we Qua are numerous, we are very strong.\" And indeed, his race were known for their number and strength... Probably why they're targeted for slavery in the first place."
},
{
"author": "veneran",
"message": "\"Alright, when will we be going then?\" Kin'Shah said, the stiffness fading from his tone. \"And how long will the commute be?\" At the conclusion of his speech, Kin'Shah hastily reached into his pocket, grabbed a fuzzy, blonde mess, and feigned a yawn while stuffing the hair into his mouth."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"You will go this afternoon, in three hours, a ship take off. And then maybe after one week, or two weeks if wind is bad, you will arrive at the port of Gumrak, in the south. It is free city, neutral between Itchsu and Elves. You see bad soldiers there, you see good soldiers there. We ready and buy Macen weapons and armour and make expedition there..\"\n\n\"Men there will prepare you and tell you about the situations there.\"\n\n*If wanted, Kin'Shah could have a very quick and smooth trip, and timeskip immediately to their arrival.*"
}
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{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "*The sun blazed through a calm breeze, rustling leaves and branches. A single, orange coloured leaflet broke off from a tree, slowly drifting down and resting on the head of a short boy, clad in dark, maroon coloured robes that were inscribed with strange, white-colored designs.*\n\n*He was hugging his knees, whilst sitting on a rock that was three times his size. A wooden staff leaned against the rock, remaining between his arm and his body as he contemplated the small village that sat before him.*\n\n*One could tell by his rather bulky bag, the worn boots, a sword belt clad with pouches and a robe filled with pockets, that this boy was a traveller. A young nomad, perhaps even a mage with that staff and mysterious, hooded robes that covered most of his body, and threw a shadow across his face.*"
},
{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "Behind him was a tall girl, running around and playing in the grass. She looked much older and she too was a traveller. Her skin was greyish but had hints of dark purple, her doe-like eyes glimmering at the majestic trees that were before her. \n\nShe thought they were beautiful, and that her mother was one of them. For so long she had wanted to find it and talk to her, but in the end she gave up. It didn't matter now. She had Rainer, he mattered.\n\nThe Dark Elf looked up at the young mage, walking over to him and sitting besides him. \"Rainer! Done with your break, bud?\" She asked with a smile. \"C'mon! Get your butt up you silly goose and let's get moving!\""
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "*The boy turned his head, and part of his young face was exposed to the light in that moment, revealing a slightly suprised look.*\n\n\"Wh~....Oh, r-right... Yeah, I'm done... We c-can get going if you'd like...\"\n\n*His voice seemed to overflow with nervousness and anxiety. Even with a childhood friend like Alzura, Rainer found himself stuttering and blubbering his words.*\n\n*Nevertheless, he waited for her to move first... Having someone sit beside him felt nice and friendly, and he didn't want to break it first.*"
},
{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "She took off his hoodie and ruffled his hair. \"Why are you so nervous all the time? You know you can trust me..\" Alzura inquired. \n\n\"Anyway.. Where are we going again? Or.. Are we going back to the cottage?\" Alzura tilted her head and her ears perked up, her lips still in the shape of a big smile.\n\n\"I hope we can get to meet some cool friends! Maybe even find a job since I'm basically all out of cash..\"She whined. She was so fixated on paying almost all of her expenses that she had nothing left for herself."
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "*As her fingers tossled the top of his head, his face blushed slightly, as he closed his eyes in embarassment.*\n\n\"Y-yeah... I think w-we'll travel some place... M-maybe a b-big city? I n-need to deposit some money in the bank...\"\n\n*Rainer turned his red face towards her, giving a sidelong glance.*\n\n\"Also... Y-you can borrow money from m-me... I've got enough for the b-both of us...\""
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{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "She let out a giggle. \"Yeah! Let's travel more. I love seeing new places!\" \n\n\"Bank? Wait, how much do you even have, Rainer? You should save some money for yourself.\n\nAlzura gave him her deathly \"Big sister\" Glare. \"No way, shortie. It's your money. Not mine.\" She hated when Rainer offered to give her money. She wanted to show him that she could be independent too."
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "\"I h-have enough for b-both of us though... One thousand, nine hundred silver is p-plenty for t-two people...\"\n\n*He was a little frightened by her stare, but he wanted to help her economically. Alzura was his closest, and practically his only friend from his childhood. Even though he'd normally follow her orders and instructions without a word, he was willing to stand firm this time and hold his ground.*"
},
{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "\"Save it for yourself, Rainy.\" She got up and pulled up her hood, hiding her face. \"We're going to a cold place, yeah?\"\n\nAlzura always tried to change the subject of finances. As the big sister she had to take on the role of the adult, meaning to get an actual job and manage her money. She wanted to do it all, but she knew that she'd have to let Rainer help her sooner or later, before he actually got angry with her. That's the last thing she wants."
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "\"W-well, I figured we could go to a c-city first... I don't w-want to carry around s-so much silver around with me anyways...\"\n\n*Holding his staff firmly in one hand, he slid along the surface of the rock before planting his trusty boots on the ground, slowly walking forward to a nearby road. The staff was used as a walking stick as he trotted along, and he looked back briefly to see if his dark elf friend would follow.*"
},
{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "She nodded, beginning to follow him. Her steps were quite light but slow, taking in the surroundings.\n\nAlzura gave him a smile before beginning to speak. \"Sure! A city's fine. Maybe when the time is right we can go to the river and swim there, like we were little!\" Her lilac colored eyes glistened as she rejoiced those memories, her smile becoming brighter before.. \"Crap! My spear!\""
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "\"Oh... Y-you should probably take that, we m-might encounter something later on...\"\n\n*The short mage jogged lightly back towards Alzura, gripping his staff tightly. It would be a mighty shame, to get into a battle and not have a weapon... They had magic, but that wasn't a very useful substitute in a heated battle.*"
},
{
"author": "divineeden",
"message": "Alzura quickly ran to get her spear, grabbing it and holding it tightly with a smile on her face. \"Alright! Let's go!\"\n\nThe spear looked like it went through a lot over the years, maybe because it was her father's. Alzura had taken the time to make it look a bit pretty, but didn't want it to lose her father's spirit. It was basically the only memoir she had of him. \"So, big city, eh?\""
},
{
"author": "alpharius0499",
"message": "\"Yeah... Any one of them w-will do, as long as they h-have a trustworthy b-bank...\"\n\n*Rainer eyed her weapon quickly. Simple, yet effective, and decorated to her liking. It amazed him, how a rather crude and cheap weapon could defeat much more expensive and intricate ones, most of the time.*\n\n*Since they were in a forest, he seemed to be at peace, and walked with a small modicum of confidence, unlike his usual nervous and timid self. He had grown up among the woods, living near them and adventuring through them on a daily basis, so this was very familiar and comforting.*"
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{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*A small wagon was dragged into the town by a pure black horse. The mane of it was waving in the short breeze and the thing was heavily breathing. A man was sitting behind it with the reins in his hand. The trusty companion, a weird lookin banjo with a face on it, was standing at his side. The man was wearing a bigger hat and cigars were tied around it. Though one was already in his mouth and started to glow in a bright orange and red, when he took a deep drag on it.* \"People of New Salvainia! It is time for me to offer my services for you! Get potions for every situation, well almost every situation!\" *The smoke formed a thick cloud while he spoke.*\n\n*The horse came to a stop and he stood up from his seat. The man deeply laughed a bit, after taking a deep breath in through his nose. It was almost like getting the scent of the city and possible customers. Though he went into the wagon for a minute, to open up a window and to hang up a piece of paper.* ``Who dares to take on a quest for some coins? Just ask me Yoshua, if you think you got the strength and wits for it!``\n\n*The man took his Banjo and sat down in the wagon, watching people coming by and giving him weird looks. There was a rumor that this man is a mad man, and that some people should stay away from him. But nonetheless this made him only smile as he started to play the banjo.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru wondered back into the city, with a black coat and his tails and ears hidden* \"Odd, is that potions perhaps\" *He took a few sniffs and wondered closer* \"They do smell of a high enough quality\" \n\n*He then turned his gaze to the man* \"Excuse me sir, do you sell potions?\""
},
{
"author": "mama",
"message": "Strolling down the streets of city a quite tall and imposing woman walked the streets clad in a full set of high quality proofed steel armor from head to toe.\nWielding a mighty looking steel Warhammer meant for two hands.\nShe choked it with her left right beneath the chuck of steel that was the head of the hammer.\nA firm grip around it as the woman looked about.\nThe visor pulled up already showing the placid face of a pale Oni, her horn coming through a hole large enough to accommodate this.\n\nShe walked around quietly even with the heavy armor and seemed to be looking for something.\nThat something just being a means to eat without having to embarrassingly return home.\n\nSoon hearing the yelling of a man trying to sell something.\nShe turned her head to see what it was and what she saw was her meal ticket as he hung a piece of paper outside of his window of the caravan.\nWalking up to it as someone else did the woman waited her turn behind the man she towered over."
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*Another big and thick cloud of smoke formed in front of the mans face, when his poison green eyes started to look at the person in front of him. The Banjo was placed aside, though it kept playing the catchy melody. The cigar was placed on the counter and put out.* \"Well, I don't if I sell potions? Let me see my friend...\" *His head turned to the side and he was reading his own shield. It said ``Yoshua's magical elixirs`` *Yoshua himself chuckled a little with his deep and heavy bass voice, before looking back at Kibaru.* \"It seems so. Is there something special you want? I can make you everything. From potions making you stronger to potions that I'm not allowed to sell. They said it is to dangerous to hand out something capable of poisoning a whole sea with a single drop.\" \n\n*His hand was sliding in his pocket, taking out a small orange vial.* \"Well, for now I'm limited to give out just normal potions. Some making you stronger, faster or regenerating more mana or energy.\" *His eyes went up a little to the person in the armor and he tilted his head. The smile got bigger as more potential customers came by.* \"So just say something. Though I may have an offer for you. What do you think about a free elixir and even some silver coins?\" *Yoshua leaned back from the counter and pointed on the request paper on his wagon.* \"That is right, everyone who thinks they can handle simple Kovac dogs can join the quest. I will reward everyone with an free elixir and coins. Also some extra coins for the whole body of a special one of them!\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"No no, I have no interest in fighting, I'm a merchant after all, though I might know someone that is quite capable of handeling any beast with ease, a capable hunter... I just came because I smelled profit, that's all\" *He had already noticed the oni behind him from smell and sound alone* \n\n\"But this one sounds like she may be looking for that quest as well... You can speak to her first\" *He gestured for her to come forth with a light bow as he moved aside... She was taller than him, now anyway*"
},
{
"author": "mama",
"message": "Vamii'ra quietly stood behind Kibaru giving a respectful space between the two showing she at least understood personal space.\nUpon hearing what the man said about what she had to hunt she nodded to herself in confirmation of being able to do this and listening on more to the conversation that followed she cracked a small smile that faded slowly.\n\nWhen Kibaru gestured for her to come forward and gave a small bow she returned a deeper one in thanks as she looked at the odd man.\n\"Kovac dogs? How many?\"\nShe asked showing she was eager for this.\nHer black sclera making her Amber pupils stand out red iris stand out more.\nShowing her mix."
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"Well, the profit is directly in front of you and the things aren't hard to kill. Just some stupid dogs, but since I have the old chap with me...\" *He points to the horse who lets out a long sigh like sound, before returning to the person.* \"I'm not able on to do it on my own. Also the person behind you seems capable of holding back some of them, maybe you want to give it a try?\" *He placed his arms back on the counter and leans closer. Almost directly starring into Kibaru's eyes with his own ones. Though it was clear now, with a good nose at least, that this *Man* Wasn't ordinary. Everything from sweet, to sour, to a rotten smell was on him. His eyes weren't just green but also glowing, but seemed to be dead.* \"I will give you time to think about it. I can promise you my friend that this will be worth it.\" *He was whispering to him with a long deep chuckle, before giving the attention towards the Oni.*\n\n\"To answer your question though. I think there are four Kovac Dogs running around. I need them for some... Well... Experiments. But I like your attitude and I'm sure they aren't a problem for you right?\" *Yoshua suddenly took out some potions and placed them on the counter of the wagon. Blue ones, red ones and green ones, some are purple too.* \"So just as a little extra, I can give you some potions to test while going for the quest. The pay will be good too, especially for whole bodies... Warm bodies to be precise. Anyway, you have also time until tomorrow, to give me your final answer.\" *The Banjo stopped playing and Yoshua turned around to take a seat again. He started to play a happy song on it, and the face on the Banjo actually started to smile and the eyes turned to the people at the window.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Sounds interesting, but my friend is better suited for this kind of work, if you want them fresh or still alive, his the best hunters around with a nose better than even mine that can easily find lost silver\" *Kibaru certainly didn't look like much, not much muscle, and it looked like he barely knew how to use a weapon or even his fists for that matter* \"Besides, I have other errands to run\"\n\n*He looked around the stores judging each stall with a keen eye* \"Allot of errands... But don't worry, I actually saw him just a moment ago... But he's shy when it comes to guards and such... If you know what I mean\" *He said it just audible to the group*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*The man laughed in the rhythm of his song, his voice went serious right now. Yes he definitely knew what he meant, though without even looking back he started to talk again.* \"Trust me when I say, that the guards are staying far away from me. At least if they didn't forgot what happened last time when one of them tried to steal from me. So if you think he is better suited just send him to tomorrow and I will meet him there.\" \n\n*Yoshua cleared his throat slightly and chugged down a potion. It had a pure white color, and he sighed satisfied. The wooden floor though wasn't really enjoying it. A small hole burned into it, when the remaining drops landed on it. Yoshua himself wasn't really bothered, but someone able to feel a bit of magic could tell, that this man's was skyrocketing now.* \"Well, the same goes for you, you are probably accepting it no matter what right? After all they are just... Dogs...\" *He grabbed a cigar from his hat and placed the tip of his index finger on it. The cigar directly started to smoke and was lit.* \"Meet me there, anyone of you wanting to join. It will be worth it I promise!\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Sounds reasonable\" *The magic level Skyrocketing was immediately noted by him* \"I'll tell my friend all the necessary information... Including about your odd potion... He is both a magic user and a fighter, so it might come in handy\"\n\n*Even though the hole would be a clear sign to anyone else... Kibaru new about not judging a book from his countless of both battles and exploring* \"I'll be off now... Before he leaves and I end up a merchant with a bad name after I've spend years building it up\" *He bowed towards them both and walked of, starting trades with nearby stalls, selling meat and buying other household looking thing from outhers*\n\n*Kibaru leaves towards after he finishes his business*"
}
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{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*Once again the big wagon made out of wood and with the big sign Elixirs nailed at it made its way into the city. This time though the people were gathering around Yoshua and his straight black draft horse. The typically sound of his Banjo started to creep through the air once again, and the familiar smoke of his cigar and the distinct smell of it came out of the wagon. A loud BANG came from the wooden door, when he opened the window on the side.* \"I see this time without pitchforks and torches? Ha you are really enjoyable.\" *His rusty and deep voice stopped for a second, when he was looking through the crowd.* \"Alright you all should get the potions you want, as long as their are on my list. Say thank you to the guards. They finally allowed me some potions to sell legally!\" \n\n*Yoshua laughed and the horse just let out a long deep sigh and shook his head a little. The people were louder than his Banjo after this announcement, and clearly the instrument was audible laughing like a maniac. Yoshua himself started to give out potions here and there, filling his small pouch with the silver and gold coins. Though in between, he hung up a small poster with the quest on it.*"
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "*A Qua woman squeezes through the crowd, a potionmaker herself. Always eager to learn a bit more from a fellow alchemist and their work, she stares at the potions he's handing out with her mantis eyes, her small pupils darting between them. Gosh, she certainly knows not to judge a book by its cover, but this man certainly seems to be quite successful, and his potions quite powerful. Maybe it would be a good idea to grab one of them for her own research... But she is running on a bit of a budget right now.\n\nHer gaze wanders over the quest poster... And then darts to it. A free sample of her choice as a reward? Gosh! What a perfect opportunity. She begins squeezing through the crowd at an even steadier pace, approaching Yoshua through it.*\n\"Uh, sir! Siiir!\" *She waves one of her spindly arms in the air, trying to catch his attention. Might be even too easy, for a Qua in Macen territory.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru wondered through as he caught a familiar sent* \"No, it can't be\" *He then followed the sent to the man with people surrounding him. His mask was on and had some bloodstains on it with his coat, that combined with his length and tails waving the air full, people slowly moved out of his way*\n\n*He noticed the Qua woman, so he decide to stay quite as he got near* \"Sure is much livelier than last time\""
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"Who tries to get my attention?\" *The man laughed and it sounded like it should be sounding. Smoky scratchy, and deep. He was tipping his hat with a big smile on his face, after turning the attention towards the Qua woman. It was amusing to see how she was desperate to get his attention, and he leaned a bit over the counter. The cigar found a spot in the ashtray next to him.* \"What can I do for you? I have technically everything your heart desires, but I'm not allowed to sell everything. Still I can make you stronger, faster, or maybe you want something to heal some wounds?\" *The banjo stopped playing and the eyes from it moved over to Kibaru. A wide grin formed on it and it started to laugh a little.* \n\n*Though the words from Kibaru reached Yoshua and he looked at him for a second and pointed to the poster.* \"Well, it is yes. But are you again interested to do me a little favor? It isn't a creature this time, and overall not as dangerous as the last time. I just need someone to find a friend of mine.\" *This was all from him for now and he looked back towards the Qua woman.* \"So what can I do for you?\" *His poison green eyes were focused on her, waiting for her order.*"
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "\"I want to take part in the quest!\" *States Kilitcha with enthusiasm, her mandibles clicking lightly.* \"I can help find your person probably! If you have a thing of theirs. Or you tell me where they are more or less. Or show me someone who knows that.\" *She nods, clicking her mandibles once more. Doesn't seem to have noticed the odd, masked, bloodstained person at all.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*He quietly stood behind her, giving of an aggressive aura to the rest of the public he was surrounded by. He was getting a bit uncomfortable being surrounded and sis it mainly so they could back off. He had already looked at the board, but he was now busy wondering why he kept smelling blood*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"Good, perfect! Just go to You will find Yasmin there probably. At least hearing her shouldn't be a problem.\" *The man pointed towards the exit of the city, which would lead to the area he meant.* \"So go there, find Yasmin and bring her to me. I have some important things to discuss with her and she takes too long for my taste.\" *He laughed a bit and went to a small back in the corner of his wagon.* \"By the way, take this as your insurance. It is helping you maybe, when you need it the most.\" *The bag was dumped on the counter, but not really heavy. It was definitely not elixirs this time.*\n\n\"OI can you stop with that aura? You are not in trouble here.\" *His eyes went over to Kibaru, and ignored the bloodstains on him. It was even amusing him a little, and so he continued.* \"If you want more potions, do the quest. You also have a companion this time, and take good care of this woman okay?\""
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "\"Ooooh!\" *Kilitcha would immediately pick up the bag, first with her upper arms, then with her lower ones, then look inside and rummage through it with her upper two arms.\nShe is still completely oblivious to Kibaru.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I don't care for the trouble, I just prefer not being in enclosed spaces. It makes my hair stand on end\" *He peeked over to try and see what was inside of the bag aswell*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*The bag contained a small stuffed teddy, with a knob as an eye and several stitches over the body. It was clearly an old one. There was nothing else in it.* \n\n\"Well, then off with you two to the wilds. There is enough space for you to not feel like this. Also it is again a potion of your choice as a reward.\" *Though he watched how Kilitcha was handling the bag with her four arms. Gosh the urge to make a new potion causing the growth for an extra pair of arms went through his mind. But it will be hard to explain it to the guards of this town. Anyway, he took the banjo back in his hands and sat down on the wooden stool, while whispering to it for some seconds.* \"So, bring her back and your quest is a success. Please make sure to not attack her, or trying to use force.\" *The Banjo grinned and started to play the calming music again, while being placed on the counter.* \"Have a good day friends. Please wait with your question, there will be enough time after your returned to me.\""
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "*Kilitcha nods, and quickly turns in place. She straps the teddy bear baggie to her belt, and immediately goes to march off through the gap in the crowd the ominous man has conveniently made for her.* \"Onwards young man, we have work to do! We will take my cart!\"\n*...She's apparently talking to Kibaru. When she noticed him, is a mystery.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I may still be yet a cub, but you're younger than me\" *Kibaru had noticed the old man's eyes look at her arms, from the quick look of his face, he though the old man might have some idea. But he the followed the girl*\n\n\"You seem eager about this, might I perhaps inquire as to why?\" *He asked her as he followed her*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"You are still a puppy compared to me!\" *Yoshua couldn't resist to yell this to the two after they are making their way and clearly they could hear him laugh loudly.*"
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "\"Potions, young man, potions! It's an excellent learning opportunity, to be able to get a free potion of any type I wish! Perhaps I might be able to replicate its effects to a lesser extent, or maybe I can just study the methods he uses for potioncrafting, or maybe something else! Plus, I get to help a fellow alchemist in need, and that's always a nice thing to do isn't it?\"\n*They'd soon find themselves next to a carriage much like the one they just left behind, left by the edge of the forest. A lazy horse is attached to it, slowly grazing on the grass.*\n\"Alrighty Liklik, time to head on out! We have a job to do!\" *Kilitcha immediately hops onto the small carriage's perch, ready to take off. She swiftly grabs a few weapons from the carriage's inside, reaching through a window in the front, and call out to the ominous fellow.* \"Hop in hop in, just make sure not to touch anything!\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*KIbaru knew full well he was still a pup, but he knew his grandmother was way old, maybe just as much as him, but she still looked in her late 30s to anyone else*\n\n*He hopped on in the carriage with ease, after he would look around.* \"Why do I keep smellin-\" *He took of his mask and realized that he had blood on his mask* \"And there goes my reputation deeper in the whole, sigh\" *His face told of a man 18-20 year of age, but his body was buff, stretching his coat. It looked more like steel than muscles though*"
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "\"Did you only just now realize that you are covered in blood? Gosh, I thought it was an adventurer thing. Ah well!\"\n*And so, with the fellow on her cart, she gives Liklik's reins a slight shake. And, after a few seconds of lazing about, the horse takes off, pulling the cart into\n\n*The cart returns into town. Kilitcha makes sure Liklik's alright, feeds him some treats, and heads towards the shady merchant's cart.*\n\"I did iiiiit!\" *She announces as she comes close.*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"You did what? WHAT THE HELL...\" *Well, the first thing would be a fight between Yoshua and Yasmin. Both with an impressive magical power emitting from them. The people went away from his own cart.* \"You know this guy is just simple and fragile? Hell, you could have killed him!\" *Yoshua yelled slamming his fist on the wooden counter.* \"Come on! He attacked me and you stole Mr.Pebbles! You know how angry I get when he just disappears from my house! And... And then this! This woman with him! She even hugged him! No one is allowed to touch him! Be happy that I just knocked him out!\" *Yasmin barked back, before clearing her throat and wiping away a small tear on her face. Yes this woman was actually crying, though the attention turned towards Kilitcha* \"S-sorry... He is just an old fart and knows how dangerous it can get, when I'm angry...\" *Her face turned back to Yoshua and she took a deep breath.* \"Now give them their reward. It was a potion of their choice and one gold coin!\" \n\n*With that she stepped out of the cart and went to Kibaru, taking him out of Kilitcha's own wagon.* \"Some people really need to learn much more. They are so full of themselves.\" *She brought him in and placed him on a blanket, before grabbing a pure black potion. This potion would wake Kibaru up and turn down the pain to normal stomach pain. A feeling like having eaten too much. Also any internal injuries are healed. Yoshua meanwhile placed the listed potions on the counter and the gold coins.* \"Okay, just a little hint. If you drink more than two directly after each other, you will replace the first potion with the last potion you took and so on. You need to drink it directly, else the effect would disappear. A safety thing I needed to add because of the guards and the agreement.\""
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "*...Kilitcha just stares at this all. Yep, that's why she's not an adventurer alright. She watches Yasmine walk out... Then listens to Yoshua.*\n\"Yes, yes, I know that... I'm an alchemist myself. Do you mind if I study whatever potion I choose by the way... Or just giving me the recipe instead? Promise I won't sell it when you're around. Pleeeease.\"\n*Kilitcha joins all 4 of her hands, her tiny pupils fixated on Yoshua. Puppy dog eyes is not an accurate term.*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"You won't be able to study them. The ingredients aren't from here and you need to pay an extreme amount of money, to get them important and through the check in.\" *Though he stopped for a second, and scratched his chin for a moment.* \"Well, I'm looking for rare plants around here. I will maybe make a new quest, to find special ones. I'm here at least once a week, and mostly at the same time and the same spot. So with them I could maybe make some potions from regional stuff and help you to make them.\" *He leans over the counter and directly stared into Kilitcha's eyes* \"There is just one thing. I won't give my recipes just out for nothing, the way I make them is an old way. The alchemist from today are just producing worthless stuff. They forgot the true meaning of their profession!\" *He sighed and went back to stand in his cart and laughed.* \n\n\"Anyway, I will make a list soon with the things I need.\" *He winked and looked at all the potions.* \"It made doesn't hurt to have someone wanting to learn. It would be the first time again after a couple of hundred years actually. But now take your reward, just remember what I said about opening it, without drinking it directly.\" *He then pointed at Kibaru and smiled.* \"I will take care of him from here on.\""
},
{
"author": "pardos",
"message": "*...Kilitcha nods, and... Ponders what to choose for a while. That's a pretty standard healing potion, she can tell, but...* \"Then I take...\" *She snatches the potion of constitution. A potion that makes one healthier and able to take more punishment seems quite useful in a dire situation.*\n\"...Alrighty, so... Wow, alchemy techniques over a few centuries old... Looking forward to seeing them in action!\" *With that, she also snatches her share of gold, using one of her lower arms.*\n\"Well sir, I'm looking forwards to working with you!\" *And with that, the Qua heads out.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi wanders the streets of New Salvania, eyeing up everything around him. His attire and equipment of choice would immediately reveal him as a fish out of water; the Naginata and katana hanging off his body, the strange gloves, the straw hat... All adding up to a queer man indeed.\n\nHitoshi tries to read all the signs as he looks for somewhere to work for a bit, or somewhere to get money, although what with his tenuous at best grasp of Archanidese, he's having more trouble than most would.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur Dax steps out of an inn in New Salvania. He had just gotten up and was ready to practice his magic a bit more, and he felt significantly more energized compared to the day before. He had forgot to restock on bread, however, and was on the way to a produce store where he could buy some. He was doing fine in the money department, but afterwords he needed to find a bank to store most of his silver on hand. After all, carrying 958 pieces of silver does weigh you down a lot.* \n\n*Arthur arrived at the general store, but noticed an odd sight. There was a man dressed in strange attire; a Naginata, which Arthur recognized from the guards at his home, but the man also wore a straw hat and some strange gloves. An odd sight indeed. The man looked very confused on his whereabouts, and seemed to have trouble. A part of Arthur wanted to figure out what was troubling the man, but another part of him wanted to stay clear of his path.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi notices another kitsune, looking at him, and decides to ask him for locations. He seems almost relieved to see another of his kind, and is quite excited, judging by his tail's slight swaying. He speaks in somewhat broken Archanidese, often stuttering and pausing as he is still unfamiliar with the language. He's only had 3 months to practice.*\n\n\"Hi. Do you know where I can find work? I am... Searching... For places to work.\" \n\n*The delivery is awkward. Hitoshi often winces and looks off to the side as if to mull over what he's said and if it makes any sense.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur looked at the man. He had to collect himself before giving an answer, for he never really talked to anybody. He doesn't notice that the man was, indeed, a kitsune just like him. Awkwardly shuffling his feet, he looked up at him and answered.*\n\n\"I-I believe you can find work in the general store right here..\" Arthur said meekly.\n\n*The words came out as awkward, and Arthur hated himself afterwords for wording it in such a way. Embarrassed, he looked away.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi probably wouldn't notice the stilted speech from Arthur, what with his pretty poor Archinadese. He looks to it and sighs, feeling pretty stupid for not noticing. He looks at the store sign for a moment.*\n\n\"Ahh... Thanks.\" *Hitoshi stares at it for a moment. Then he looks at Arthur for a moment. He raises his hand, as if to offer a handshake.*\n\n\"Hitoshi. Your name?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Im-\" *Taken aback by the question, Arthur paused. He was taught to always be wary of people you do not know, but the people from yesterday seemed friendly enough to trust; maybe he could trust this man.* \"My name is Arthur Dax. I'm a kitsune, as you can see-\" *He slightly shakes his ears, and then his tails.* \"I'm just here to... Restock on bread.\"\n\n*After finishing, he glanced away at the store. He wanted to go in, but felt like it'd be rude to just leave mid-conversation with someone. Plus, it'd be awkward.*\n\n\"Why do you ask for work? Do you live around here?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...I move around.\"\n\n*Normally? Hitoshi would've just left Arthur to his own devices, but... Let's be honest, being alone in a country you barely recognise would get lonely, and anyone who gave your \"Can barely speak the native language\" Ass the time of day would be worthy company at this point. He follows Arthur for a bit, really hanging on to the poor bastard's presence.*\n\n\"Can I come?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"-!\"\n\n*Arthur was surprised. Under different circumstances, he would never have accepted this proposition. However, the man seemed pretty friendly himself, and Arthur felt like he wasn't a threat; after all, Arthur was alone in this world. Having an accomplice never really hurt anyone, had it?*\n\n\"Yeah, that's fine.\""
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "OOC: sorry, it was like... 2am where I'm at. Time zones must be really far apart.\n\n*Hitoshi pumps his arm, grinning like an idiot, and saying something that sounds pretty pleased in his own language. He readjusts his hat, his ears twitching as he does so. Finally, someone who he could actually become proper acquaintances with. It's been so long.*\n\n\"Thanks, you won't re... Re-regret it!\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur reaches into his bag and grabs a couple of silver pieces. He needed to buy a couple loaves of bread to regain the amount he had lost from eating. He put the silver pieces in his pocket, and motioned Hitoshi to come into the store.*\n\n\"Hey, while you go talk with the store manager about work, I'll go look for some bread I can buy. Is that OK with you?\" Arthur asked, in a more relaxed tone than before."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods, and follows Arthur into the store, in his legendary quest to stop being penniless. He pulls his Naginata further down his shoulders as he enters, looking at everything in the store and seeming pretty miffed that he couldn't actually buy any of it right now.\n\nAs he enters, Hitoshi stays somewhat silent, opting to wait for Arthur to do the talking and see if the man would actually be the kind of person nice enough to tolerate someone as foreign as what he assumed is a native Salvanian. If he was discriminated against, no doubt the treatment of a kitsune from Oriental lands would be even worse.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur walks into the store, and looks at the aisles. The bread aisles were all the way in the back, looking relatively untouched as far as the naked eye could tell. He was about to walk to get the bread, but noticed Hitoshi looking as meek as him. It was odd, to Arthur, that the tall man who exuded a confident demeanor, looking shy as he. Arthur noticed he hadn't said a word since coming into the store, and took the hint that the he needed to do the talking.*\n\n*Arthur walked slowly to the shopkeeper.*\n\n\"E-Excuse me, do you think you have any spots for work available for my-\" *Arthur paused. How would he refer to Hitoshi? A friend? An acquaintance? They had only just met, after all. What do you call someone like that? Stranger would be incredibly rude, and perhaps even insulting; perhaps they were accomplices; but that also sounded a bit demeaning. Arthur started to stutter a bit. \"M-my-er-my uh-\" In a sort of panic, he suddenly yelled out in a flustered manner. \"MY ACCOMPLICE!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi flinches a bit at the random outburst. He then smiles, just a tad. Hey, \"Accomplice\" Isn't that bad! And it'd sure be nice to have an accomplice. He continues to stand at the back, opting to listen rather than talk, for obvious reasons, adjusting his bladed gauntlet/hand wraps.*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*The old man was looking at them, but it didn't seemed that he was blinking at all. Actually his breath was low and both of his hands wrapped around his big walking staff. He was just wearing an older looking tank top, revealing the tattoos on his body. It shouldn't take too long for them to realize that this man was asleep and didn't heard Arthur. Suddenly he was smacking a little and the long white beard was swinging like thanks to it. The store itself was packed with various stuff, like drinks, food and herbs. A mixed scent of everything was in the air. A lovely and calming place for sure, only disturbed by the sudden loudly snorring of the old man.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur hadn't realized that the old man was asleep. He felt slightly embarrassed that he had an outburst at a SLEEPING old man, but forgot about his embarrassment soon after looking at Hitoshi. He was adjusting and fiddling with his gauntlet and hand wraps, looking like he wasn't paying attention to the conversation. Arthur looked back at the old man, wondering how he could wake him up.*\n\n*Arthur leaned into the old man.* \"Hello? Would you.. Mind waking up please?\" *Simultaneously, Arthur tapped the old man's shoulder with a tiny bit of force- not so much that he would get hurt, but just enough so that it might be enough to wake him up.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi walks just a tad closer to the shopkeeper, now a bit more confident about the situation. Now, he really doesn't want to be super rude, mostly because he needs a way of getting money, but he also... Needs the man to actually be awake. He begins to talk to the shopkeeper.*\n\n\"Hi? Can you wake up?\""
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "*The man was not really showing any signs for now. Though the tapping and second time asking him to wake up did the job. But was it in a good way? The tattoos on the mans body started to glow, and the air was filling with magical energy extremely fast. Dangerously fast so to say as Pierre bolted out of his sleeping state and actually blinked now.* \"Go forth you filthy scu...\" *The rush of magical energy disappeared as soon as he realized that he was in his shop and actually had customers.* \"Oh welcome Sirs, what can I, Pierre the mighty do for you? Maybe you want some bread? It is freshly made this day.\" *He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and started to laugh, while the tattoos started to go back to their original coloration.* \"I'm sorry, but I thought you were some people trying to rob my store.\" *His voice was as imagined, sounded rough and his laugh was scratchy.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur paused for a second. He had felt the massive increase of magical energy surge forth in the air just seconds ago; yet all that was gone. He was taken aback by the sudden glowing of the man's tattoos. They were blazing with light, and it blinded Arthur for a good second. However, the light had all faded, and was replaced with an ordinary shop atmosphere. He heard the man ask what he could do for them, and he also head the mentioning of bread, which was one of the things Arthur had arrived to the shop for.* \n\n\"Yes, you mentioned bread? How much is the cost for 5 pounds of good, high quality bread?\" Arthur asked, tentatively.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As the room lit up, Hitoshi was almost about to grab his katana in a rush to defend himself, but as the man calms down and introduces himself as Pierre, he decides to take his hand off the katana's handle. He blinks for a couple seconds, also quite blinded.\n\nHe scans across the shop wares, looking at everything in it. He waits for Arthur to buy his bread before asking about work, as that's pretty damn rude, wiping his eyes all the while and groaning.*"
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"Bread? You ask me if I would have bread?!\" *His eyes got bigger and bigger with each breath taken by him. A wide smile formed on his face, before he went over to a shelf.* \"High quality bread? Hum... Is anyone of you allergic to nuts? Or something else? We have all kinds of bread. From normal white bread, to walnut bread, carrot bread and so on.\" *He took out all 10 loafs from the shelf and placed them on the counter.* \"Every bread is made with the best flour you can get and the best ingredients. This bread would cost around 5 copper for a pound of it. The whole loaf 10 coppers. I can give you a little discount for mass buying them. Like 10 from one and you would only pay 80 coppers.\" *He still smirked after turning around to face them again and took a step to the side.*\n\n\"Did I mentioned you would support the local farmers with that money? Because I buy from the them and actually donate half of the money I get here. So that they are able to survive hard times! The life of a farmer isn't always easy.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Ah, that'd be wonderful! Let's see.. I think I'll take some normal white bread and walnut bread. 10 of each, if you may. Let me get my silver out so I can pay you.\" *Arthur reaches into his backpack, and counts 16 silver coins. He puts them on the counter for the old man to receive.* \"Here, this should be enough.\" *Arthur smiled; the man radiated such a positive energy that it was like he was being infected with some euphoria inducing disease. This man seemed like a genuinely good person to hang around, and Arthur was glad knowing that he wasn't one of the shopkeepers who wanted to die every single time they had to go to work.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi just watches the transaction, soaking in the atmosphere of the place.\n\nThe place really is homely, and comfortable. Hitoshi feels more relaxed just being here, looking at all the nice things that the strange old man has to sell, and despite the two natives talking too quickly for him to catch everything he still likes the warmth emanating from it. The man seemed a little odd, but Hitoshi is pretty aware that calling him odd is a little hypocritical considering his status here.\n\nAfter the transaction is complete, Hitoshi decides to ask his question. Unlike Arthur, his Archanidese is basic, stilted and slow. Besides his appearance, his voice makes it clear that he is a foreigner.*\n\n\"Hello! Do you have any work?\""
},
{
"author": "wololo1138",
"message": "\"Work? Like working here in this shop?\" *The man didn't cared about the accent and actually remembered the time when he came her long ago. Probably some hundred years by now. So it is totally fine for him, to actually have a foreigner here. But first things first and Pierre walked up to Hitoshi. His eyes were almost piercing through his and to his soul, before he went around him, muttering things like 'Hmm and good.'* \"So I would give you a job yes, but I need to see what you are capable off. A shop is not only a shop. It will be your second home, your second life and serving customers your most loved thing.\" \n\n*Pierre chuckled and went behind the counter to get more bread for the silvers on it, before sitting down on a small chair.* \"A second person here could actually make this place a little more lively. Anyway, go to the mountains. Some rare plants are growing there and I need them for a special stew. I don't know what you will encounter but I'm sure you can do it right? I mean after all, I'm just an old man and it would be too dangerous for me.\" *Oh this man is actually capable of a lot of things, but let it be a test.* \"So get the plants, bring them to me and I will give you a job. Though it would be just 5 silver a day in the beginning.\" *He tapped the bottom of his staff on the ground and a map slowly build up on the table out of nothing.* \"Here is the spot. So go take some bread with you for the journey and return with all limbs attached please.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi tilts his head, a little confused by the strange man and his... Oddly unnerving stare. He shakes himself out of it, though, and coughs again, smiling. As a pretty extroverted individual most of the time, he'd be happy to help out in the shop... At least, assuming he wouldn't need to give any detailed descriptions of stuff. That would be embarrassing.\n\n5 silver sounded pretty decent. Nothing amazing, but hey, money's money, and it's better than the squatting Hitoshi's been doing for the past three months. He cracks his shoulders, takes the bread, looks at the map for a while and nods.*\n\n\"I can do that. Sounds easy.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur sensed a little bit of untold suspicion in the man, now known as Pierre's, voice. An old man as powerful as him not being strong enough to retrieve some plants? Seemed very suspicious. Arthur was thinking about the words, 'a test.' What kind of test? Were there any dangerous creatures living in the mountains that Pierre was not telling the two? Arthur felt like he needed to accompany Hitoshi, for there was no telling what kind of dangers awaited in the mountains. He decided to go along with Hitoshi, although he wasn't planning on getting a job at the store, and he didn't necessarily need the extra silver.*\n\n\"Hey, I'll come along too. The more the merrier, as they say... Right?\""
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi pauses for a second, and then nods, smiling. Would be nice for his newfound... Friend? Accomplice? Newfound person he likes. It would be nice for this newfound kitsune he likes to accompany him. Although, he did want to know...*\n\n\"What can you do?\" *Hitoshi asks, referring to Arthur's combat skills.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur hesitates before saying anything, partly because he had no real combat experience, but also partly becausw he didn't know how to word his skills in a way that truly reflected his ability.*\n\n\"Well, I am a combat mage. That's about all I can say, but I'm willing to spar with you if you want to witness it firsthand.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Huh. That's pretty useful, actually, Hitoshi considers the duel for a moment, and then nods his head. This was going to be fun.*\n\n\"Where to?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, there was a clearing I found on the outskirts of the city with an open field there. We could duel there, but let's not kill eachother, all right?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Okay.\"\n\n*Hitoshi unstraps his naginata, holding it over his shoulder.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur walks off, leaving his bag at the store and beckoning for Hitoshi to follow. He brought nothing with him besides his armor, sword, and amulet. The day looked like it was about to reach noon, and as Arthur walked out the city gates, he motioned for Hitoshi to follow. Arthur arrived at a large open clearing, and stood at the side opposite in which he came from.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi just follows, until the duo reach the clearing. Once this is done, Hitoshi unsheathes and re-sheathes his katana, loosening it a bit, and takes a deep breath, adjusting the grip on his naginata. He cracks his neck, sorts his straw hat, and readies himself for whatever Arthur's first move is.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur stands there, gazing at Hitoshi. Hitoshi seemed like he was preparing himself for a strike by Arthur, and Arthur deducted that he was a light and nimble foe, relying on speed and strength to get close to his opponent and end it with hard strikes.*\n\n*'Well then, all I need to do is be faster and watch myself.' Arthur thought. Arthur began casting Earth shot to test his opponent's speed, while simultaneously casting Burn Up! On himself. He launched the chunk of earth at Hitoshi, and waited for the man to do something.* \n\n``` Arthur casts Earth Shot and Burn Up! Remaining mana: 101.25/125 ```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi's instincts immediately kick in as he jumps to the side and rolls elegantly. After he gets up, he motions to his face, and his immediate location becomes harder to pinpoint. You can hear him muttering something as he slows down for a moment, cracking his shoulders again.*\n\n\"Watashi ni kyōsei suru...\"\n\n*Unlike his Archanidese, Hitoshi sounds well versed in his Oriental language, likely the language he's used to. The shadows from around Hitoshi begin to assemble around his arm, and he throws them in the shape of... A tendril, at Arthur's right leg.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses Get Over Here. Remaining mana is 115/125. Hitoshi also utilises his Blurry perk.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur watched as the shadow tendrils were thrown from Hitoshi's arm. It looked like it was moving very, very slow, partly due to Arthur's enhanced senses at the time. Preceding the move, he also saw Hitoshi mutter something very quickly under his breath before the shadows assembled and were thrown at him. Evading the move with ease, he spotted the other kitsune in a different place than before, although Hitoshi's figure was blurrier than normal.*\n\n*Arthur decided to go straight up to Hitoshi, and drew his sword. Running at 40 mph, he simultaneously began casting daggers of flame in an effort to throw his opponent off guard. He had each dagger target a different limb; one for his right arm, another for his left. One for his left leg, and the last for his right. He put a great amount of force behind his next sword strike aiming at Hitoshi's torso, which would have seemed like a flash to one with average senses. Arthur also prepared for a block, in which he was prepared to sidestep and strike again.*\n\n``` Daggers of flame used, 5 mana passively regained. Remaining mana: 106.25/125 ```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi sidesteps to the side, missing one half of the flaming daggers, but is still cut heavily by the blade and hit by one half of the daggers. He recoils back heavily, although he doesn't completely topple over, wincing in obvious agony from the burns. He utters something else under his breath as he gets up, not quite downed yet, although the fire still* **Hurts.**\n\n\"Momoko no kunai...\"\n\n*Some shadowy knife appears in his hand.*\n\n`Hitoshi uses Shadow Blind. Mana is regained by 5, making his effective mana loss 15 rather than 20. 100/125 Mana.`"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur sees this as a chance and decides to capitalize off of Hitoshi's state. He sees him whisper another thing under his breath, and decides to go in straight to disarm Hitoshi with the butt of his sword. Swinging as fast as before, he strikes with the end of his sword's hilt, aiming for Hitoshi's hand, now holding a shadowy knife. Right after the strike, he backflips back about 8 feet, and felt his heightened senses wear off. He prepares to dodge any incoming attack that Hitoshi may go for.*\n\n``` No spells cast this turn. Remaining mana: 106.25/125 ```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*You successfully disarm Hitoshi's shadowy knife, and he grunts again, as it hurts pretty damn bad, probably cracking something. But adrenaline stops it from immediately having any effect, as Hitoshi grabs another kunai as he gets up and motions to his Naginata.*\n\n\"Kurayami no kyoka...\"\n\n*Now, his Naginata is enveloped with some oozy, black liquid. He jumps towards Arthur, first throwing the kunai at his left arm, and then swinging the Naginata to the right, the blade now being enhanced greatly with his Jutsu.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses Shadow Strike again. 75/125 mana.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur saw Hitoshi jump at him with a shadowy naginata, another kunai in hand. He reacted quickly, but not as quickly as before, and rolled forward the direction Hitoshi jumped from so that his naginata strike would not directly hit him; however, he did feel a kunai strike his armor. It hit the back part of his left calf, but bounced off causing a pretty noticable dent within. After Arthur gets up from rolling, he charges Piercing Sunstrike and fires it directly at Hitosh, the bolt moving at 130 fps and aimed to Hitoshi's back. After firing, Arthur backs away even further, preparing for a second round of Burn Up!*\n\n``` Arthur casts Piercing Sunstrike. 5 Mana passively regaines. Remaining Mana: 76.25/125 ```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi is smart enough to not allow his back to ever show to his enemy, and immediately leaps into the air, a little lower than expected but still pretty damn high at about 10 feet, landing to Arthur's right. He creates another shadowy knife, muttering the same ritual, and lobbing it at Arthur's shoulder/upper torso area.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses Shadow Blind. 15 mana is expended due to his 5 mana regeneration. 60/125 mana.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Arthur let the Piercing Sunstrike run its course, he casts Burn Up! Again on himself, boosting all of his stats. He glances at his opponent, and sees him preparing to lob a shadowy knife his direction. As Hitoshi throws said knife, Arthur draws his sword and sidesteps to the left, then to the right, in a zig zagging pattern. He casts Daggers of Flame yet again, and this time aims his daggers at his shoulder, his left leg, the arm holding his naginata, and his chest. Arthur opts this time to go for a series of stabs aimed at his previous slash wound, a flurry of strikes fast like lightning. He knew Hitoshi couldn't block all of these moves, so he kept on a full assault to pressure Hitoshi further and further.*\n\n``` Daggers of flame cast, Burn Up! Cast. Remaining mana: 36.25/125 ```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi weaves through the daggers, backs off, and just braces for impact, Naginata handle covering his wound as he notices what's going on, head down, taking the damage. Some of it does get through his defences, but by this point Hitoshi has too much adrenaline pumping through his system to really take notice at the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur's strikes hit around the Naginata handle as Hitoshi keeps blocking his centralized wound. Arthur decided not to damage his current wound, but instead to create new ones. He continues to stab and strike, and creates countless deep, blood leaking holes around Hitoshi's central abdomen. Arthur does not let up his assault though, and continues to strike at Hitoshi, with seemingly no mercy within his attacks. A constant flurry of sword strikes, with Hitoshi seeming to not let down his guard. This time, Arthur aims for his legs and strikes there, in a hope to disable Hitoshi's movement. He pressures on with his assault, creating new injuries on Hitoshi's legs, all of them looking pretty deep as far as sword strikes go.*\n\n*Arthur finally backs off, and pauses. He finally elects to say something to Hitoshi.*\n\n\"Do you want to call this spar off? You're looking pretty beat up at the moment. If we keep going, the consequences after this session will really take a toll on you, y'know.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi drops down, pretty damn embarrassed by how poorly he did in that fight. He nods his head weakly, frowning a bit. Not really being a sore loser, just not awfully happy with himself. Maybe he let his guard down, maybe he just wasn't as good as he thought. Either way, the fight was thoroughly humiliating for him.*\n\n\"Okay... You-you did good...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur nods back at him, and helps him up. That fight was an intense one, and he felt the need to take a break. He felt pretty exhausted, and needed to regain his mana. The effects of Burn Up! Were still in place, so he felt super jittery about everything. He needed to take a breather, and perhaps a walk.*\n\n\"Hey, don't beat yourself too badly, ok? I train a lot with my magic. It really is something to behold, I'd say. Do you need some water?\" Arthur asks."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi shakes his head.*\n\n\"How long did... *Cough* Did you train?\" *He wipes some blood from his mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, ever since I was born, I've always been proficient in the magical arts,\" Arthur begins. \"I've always been reading and reading, and applying what i've read to magic. It really is a complex art, and I've been pretty good at all magics. However, I've felt a strong affinity towards fire and earth magic, and that's why I've centered most of my spells around them. I only train those two now, but I'm learning other magics just in case the situation requires them.You know, ever si-\" He paused. He wondered if he needed to tell Hitoshi about what happened to home, his family, and his history, but opted not to delve too deep into it. \"*Ahem,* Ever since I left home to be an adventurer, I trained myself in swordsmanship too. It took me a little while to get good at it, but eventually I got as good as I am today, as you can see.\" *He raised both of his arms.* \"I'm... Just trying to get by. Honestly, I don't know what the future holds, but whatever it is, I'm preparing myself for anything.\"\n\n\"Well, we should get back to the city. We need to get you fixed up, those injuries look plenty serious. I'll pay for everything, don't worry.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*You vastly overestimate Hitoshi's knowledge of Archanidese, the poor bastard's only been speaking it 3 months! He stares blankly for most of the discussion, looking away sometimes but ultimately just seeming to have no idea what Arthur's on about.*\n\n\"...A long time?\"\n\n*He props himself up with the Naginata, nearly tripping.*\n\n\"No, it is fine. I can get it myself. I still have ten silver.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"It's fine, hospital bills are god awfully expensive. Trust me, I'd know.\"\n\n*Arthur motions Hitoshi to follow him back to the city.*\n\n\"Let's go; we can't keep the old man waiting for long. Follow me.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi does just that... Although something really seems to bother him right now. Something deep within, scratching at the very essence of his being. Something that must **Literally** Be answered right this second, or else he will go mad...*\n\n\"What does 'aff... Affin.. Affinity' mean?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"I guess it means that... You're naturally drawn to something. You're naturally talented at something. However, for me, it simply means how naturally good you are at something. It seems like an extremely blunt answer, I know, but it's all that I can imagine affinity being. I don't know if you've found yours yet, but everyone has one in their own field, be it a certain kind of magic, a certain kind of swordsmanship, a certain kind of fighting style, whatever it is. There's always something someone's bound to be good at naturally. I just happened to find mine early. That's about all I can think of.\"\n\n*Arthur turns to Hitoshi.*\n\n\"You're already very good at your skills, I can tell. I can tell you have a strong affinity towards the style of naginata-fighting and shadow magic. The reason you lost that fight wasn't the fact that you were bad at what you do; you're already an outstanding warrior yourself. It just so happens that I... I was just better. Keep training, and you can definitely reach my level, perhaps even higher.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi catches a few words. \"Talented.\" \"Good.\" Again, Hitoshi only really knows basic Archanidese at best, but he can roughly gather what Arthur said. \n\nHe felt a little better about sucking absolute dick in that fight, knowing that the man had practiced his entire life, something Hitoshi never would've had the chance to. That makes him feel a little less humiliated. Again, Hitoshi mostly just caught \"Once I was born\", and didn't really understand the rest.*\n\n\"Thanks. I practiced for 7 years.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur nods and turns back to the city. He walks to the front gates, and turns back to Hitoshi.*\n\n\"I'm going to go grab my bag from the store, and then get something to eat. You want to come along? And for future reference, do you speak any other languages besides Archanidese?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I speak Runran better. I've only been to Salvain Empire 3 months.\"\n\n*Hitoshi straps his Naginata back on and follows Arthur.*"
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi... Tries to find a medic, back in New Salvania. He... Points at a random building, noticing the sign of a potion, and looks inside.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur looks around, and re notices the store that the two had departed from earlier. He grabs his bag and goes back to Hitoshi, who he saw walked into a building that sold potions.*\n\n\"I don't think a simple healing potion can heal... Those wounds.\" Arthur told Hitoshi, once he caught up to the injured kitsune. \"We probably need something of way higher quality, and perhaps bandages. Some of those wounds will definitely leave a scar. I can pay for it, so don't worry. It's my fault you have those wounds in the first place.\"\n\nRight now it's 10:35 AM"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi shakes his head firmly. He didn't have much money on him, only 10 silver, but if the worst came to worst he'd just steal something. He wasn't a freeloader. Accepting help from people he didn't know well was an instinct practically beaten into him, and he hasn't changed much from that.*\n\n\"I'll be fine.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur looks at Hitoshi for a second, then reaches into his bag and gave him an extra 20 silver.* \n\n\"Here, don't think of this as a hand out. Think of it as... Thank you. A thank you for letting me experience combat for the very first time. And don't say no, I insist.\"\n*Arthur looks at Hitoshi with a determined look in his eyes, holding out the silver in his palm. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and Arthur hoped he could convey that message in a tacit way to Hitoshi.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi sighs through his nose, and reluctantly takes the money, hating every second of having to mooch. An incredibly self-sufficient person, this was truly humiliating to him.*\n\n\"Thanks.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Like I said, don't worry about it. You're beaten up, and it's my responsibility to take care of the consequences. Now, I'm probably just going to hang out at the store until we're ready to go questing. Is that alright with you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods his head, and heads into the medic for a bit.*\n\n**Timeskip, yeet**\n\n*Hitoshi slips back into the store, covered in bandages. He's got an odd smile on his face, and is incredibly pleased with himself for some reason, as he constantly peers out the door.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur is waiting at the store a significant amount of time later. He feels much more free to move now that he had dropped a majority of his silver at a bank that was nearby. However, he did keep 100 silver pieces in his backpack just in case the need arose the use them. He also kept the bread he bought from earlier in there too, and had a loaf to eat for lunch. Arthur sees Hitoshi approach the store, and is glad to see his fellow doing OK.*\n\n\"You look like you're doing well!\" Arthur said in a joking tone."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi gives Arthur a half hearted wave as he snaps back to reality.*\n\n\"Thanks. What now?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, we wait until we're ready to go retrieve those plants. Are you ready to go?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods.*\n\n\"Of course.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*In a state of boredom, Arthur decides to take his lute from his bag. He dubbed it, \"The Axe\", for no reason at all, and started playing a tune. It had a dark undertone, and was pretty intense both in the style of playing and the song itself. It gave Arthur an adrenaline rush he only felt when he took part in a fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi looks awkward for a moment, and then stares out the door for a moment again. His dumb little grin falters when... Someone is gone. He closes the door, and sighs. He begins twiddling his thumbs and leaning against a wall, listening to the music, nodding his head a little.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur continues to dick around, playing his Lute. He does it on the outside of the store, and plays rather loudly. He didn't stop playing for the longest while, only stopping to drink some water and eat some bread. The two weren't ready to leave for the mountains yet, so Arthur kept dicking around. He played his lute repeatedly without stopping until night came, then he elected to pause for a while and eat some bread.*"
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"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "The wagon rolled through the cobblestone path, crowds breaking to let the vessel through. Multitude of common men and women simply going on about their life, merchants shouting out their prices, and men of the law doing their work. Occasionally, you would see a band of adventurers making way towards the local guild. \n\nThis was the young girl's second visit to New Salvain, the capital of the Macen and of the empire in Pachiusa. The city which holds a large number of adventurers, looking to make a name for themselves all the while raking in gold for their efforts. A multiracial haven. \n\nShe glanced up at the paladin still sitting on the stagecoach's seat, her hand caressing Puritan's mane, avoiding collision with the many locals. The structure of the city really did impressed her, having been born to a village far from the Sepdu. Yet the packed atmosphere gave her no comfort. \n\n\"What's next?\"\n\nShe questioned, her yellow eyes still set into the path ahead. They would have to get a free space for the wagon, along with making sure the two horses can't run off or stolen. Though with their discussion way back, she assumed it'd be her to watch over the vessel."
},
{
"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "\"We need accommodation.\" \n\nHe was back to his original state of being, when he originally woke up the cleric, straight to the point and concise. The man made sure to pay attention to each individual who neared the wagon, he had the luck of being hidden behind his helmet as to not be caught for staring inappropriately at someone for too long, however he still had his helmet move from side to side often, so it wasn't that hard to see or workout what he was really doing.\n\n\"Horses, Wagon and finally ourselves.\"\n\nWe added to the previous statement to make it a tiny bit clearer, he had a habit of not making things clear enough or maybe he just thought that way and it was already clear and that people would've known what he was thinking with just simple answers and statements, that was something he pondered now and again, but this was not the time for such thought. The man hopped off the wagon, walking up to Baptiste and gripping onto his reigns near the front of the animal and started manually pulling the horse to the location they required them to be next."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "Micaiah simply nodded in response. Having no knowledge of the city's lay-out (her first visit was *Very* Short), she believed that the old pessimist had been to the capital long enough to know some of its key-places. Like the Inn and the stables. She patted Puritan before departing herself from their side, now gripping the arm handles of the wagon to haul herself up. \n\nUttering an excuse me to the paladin, the young cleric climbed into the back of the wagon, gathering her personal effects. A satchel, which held her water-skin and other notable items, along with a 45-inch holding staff once nestled at the corner of the wagon. Having gathered her necessities, she joined Adrian up-front, awaiting for their arrival to whatever. The chatter of the crowds surrounded the two, along with sweet melodies from a lyre on the street. A breath-taking city.\n\n\"I assume you know where the stables are?\""
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"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "\"Indeed.\"\n\nThe man simply said, one single word, no details nor description, it could really mean anything if he wasn't too accurate or if the question wasn't too simple to answer. The man turned over to the cleric near the front of the vehicle and wagon, noticing that she had gathered her stuff, he had an idea on what she could do to make things go slightly faster and make this party work more effectively.\n\n\"I suggest you look for something to do. Stable income, a job, perhaps a quest or perhaps socialize. Do what you will, you need to find something productive to achieve.\"\n\nHe said, in his typical monotone-ish fashion of speaking, he could make a new trend if he kept things like this up for a few years. The man made sure to minimize on as much unnecessary terms or words within his speeches to make them as clear and understandable as possible to less cause confusion but if he made things too simple he might end up causing more harm than good not that he was thinking this of course."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "She arched a brow at his statement, suggesting her to go and tour the city for a job. The cleric suspects that this is a subtle way for the paladin to leave her without quarrel, but having been with him for a week, she knew most of his character enough to know this isn't his plan. Letting out a sigh, she hopped off the front of the wagon once more, patting down her navy-blue robes as she looked up at the cynic.\n\n\"We'll meet up after you find sufficient fillers, right?\"\n\nWith him accepting her as a companion, she thinks that their stay in the capital is supported by recruiting reliable members for the party. Seeing that he was quite cautious the first time they met, it'll take a *Wholly amount of time* Before they'll depart off for a major quest. For now, it's a good opportunity to get her bearings and get used to the surrounding area. \n\n\"We can go register at the local guild together, if you'd like.\""
},
{
"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "The TRASH MAN simply watched as she did her actions or hoping off the wagon and mostly accepting what he had said, this was indeed the first step of his plans to get situated within this city, well he doesn't plan on staying in the big cities for long, they tend to harbor some unwanted individuals and quite a number of events or social situations that the Knight did not really want to plan on dealing with.\n\n\"Indeed. I'm confident I could be able to find you, but meet up in the start of the city, where we came from if you feel lost.\"\n\nThe man would then start contemplating about her suggestion she issued, about joining a local guild, that would be indeed a beneficial idea to contemplate with many positives and fewer negatives to be surrounding such, maybe the cleric was indeed correct in his judgement to perhaps register at the local guild. \n\n\"That sounds alright. Well, see you soon, Micaiah.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "She gave him a wave as he rode away in the wagon, crossing her arms afterwards. With that, Micaiah was on her own within the large, packed city. Where he dropped her is close to the first gate of the capital, therefore, the Inn would be quite close to where she is. \n\nGiving the wagon a nod, she walked of into the crowds."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "The crowd in the city would gasp and scatter to the edges of the street as the great white Naga passes through. His tail takes up a lot of space as he moves, and god help whoever was foolish enough to get themselves run over by this scaly train. Nara wouldn't want to run over anyone, but he still might overlook someone and accidentally crush them. His scales aren't the most sensitive given that he has to regularly slither along his belly through various terrain. The red cloak with a serpentine figure is displayed proudly on his back as he slowly crawls through the city. Now if only he could find someone who didn't run away from the big Naga with a pointy blade-stick at first sight."
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "An insignificant boy wandered within a swathing stream of citizens' surrounded by everything which seemed new toward the ancient creature, everything he once knew seemed to have faded away for long ago during forgotten days' thee architecture he had witnessed within his cozy capital they had claimed themselves as the sole power of this realm. Yet despite what the rather dim child believed within there wasn't a single trace of his clans legacy within the ever rampant stampede of bustling commoners, Fithoras' dim iris's peaked from beneath his bangs which hid away abnormal luminescent iris's clinging upon a ragged sheet which had been draped over his sickly frame. Its' quality was rugged a worn piece of rubbish garbed upon what some may assume a war orphana, his wrists covered within a fat layer of gauze obscuring what lay beneath. Whilst he wandered through the towering crowd he felt a sensation as though he were isolated even if he was surrounded by peoples gaggling whispers their chittering laughter, his frame would drag his bare filth encrusted toes through the brown muck which clung against the cobbled stone desperate for a fragment of hope. Befuddled by his bodies stiff nature seeming to grow heavier the further he traveled through the merciless winters' toil, ironically he felt as stiff as a man berried six feet under his body no longer produced warmth. \n\nDespite their ushered panicked trembled throughout the cobbled streets Fithoras' naivety or was it his frozen bones which kept him in place, his cloaked head peering toward where people\n\nSeemed to be stabbing their accusing fingers. Gradually the curtain drew revealing a towering abomination presented before Fithoras' eyes what appeared as though one of the slithering folk combined with the upper half a humanoid male, a curious creature which reminded the ancient boy of certain mythos created by their people. A faded tragedy which depicted a man accused of slithering behind their emperors back only for their first born to bear the likeness of the slithering tricksters', the small boy only 4' 7\" Tall froze within his tracks his head sluggishly peering toward the reptilian male whom continued to plow across the walkway the closer he reached the hooded urchin he could see a faint dull grey light emitting from beneath his white fluffy bangs his mouth broken ajar as though he had something to say but was simply enamored by the curious creature set before him. There was a staggering odor emitting from the cowled stranger the overpowering stench of a pine trees' sap."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Onwards and onwards he slid, atop the cobbled streets of New Salvainia. His slit pupils swept the crowd, looking for a pair that did not turn away the moment their gaze met his. He looked and they scatter, until one small figure stood alone, unmoving, in his path. This figure drew the Naga's interest, having the same colored eyes and hair as he. He towered over the small boy, yet he did not want to alarm the boy with his size. Maybe if I lowered myself, he won't be scared of me, he thought. So softly, he dug the blunt end of his naginata to the ground. Using it as an improvised staff to help balance, he slowly lowered his body, almost slithering backwards, until he came face to face with the boy. He came to an awkward position where he is leaning forward with the weight of his torso resting on his naginata. But the mild discomfort would be worth it if he could prevent the boy from running in sheer terror.\n\nAnd that was when he noticed it. Though the boy's eyes were similar to his, in actuality it was a dim grey color that contrasted his brilliant white ones. 'Cold' was the word that first came to the snake-man's mind. Cold unlike the winter's ice and snow, but cold from lacking the warmth of life. Cold, like a creature slain and left to the elements. It felt like staring into the eyes of a corpse, but this corpse appears to be moving and breathing. He was taken aback. His words left him, rendering him speechless for a moment, as he tries to come to terms with what he's witnessing.\n\n\"You are ill?\" Those were the first words that he could find. The only question he could ask despite the millions of them running circles around his brain. The concern he held for the boy seemed to take precedence to his curiosity, even his goals that he held onto so fervently mere moments ago."
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"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "As though a repellent the anxiety ridden youth instantly began to flinch taking certain steps aback from the ominous reptilian fiend. His intent path toward the boy rung a bell toward his first venture within a hamlet brimming with a sea of faceless villagers', their screams echoed within his noggin the way their pupils tore open gazing upon his wounds upon full display even a child displayed sheer horror upon witnessing what the boy hid beneath his poncho. Their voices screeching with a flurry of insults claiming this boy was no longer human a foul wretch which crawled from his grave, no longer meant to roam the streets of the living. Though Fithora awoke with his battered vessel he was never strong unable to ward off the debris which was hurled upon him by mobs' of their kin branding him lesser than living, he often wondered why he was here was he even still living? Locked within fear Fithoras' body was unable to move barely emitting an \"Urk... F-faex...\" From his lips mouthing off an ancient curse he had heard his father used oh how he yearned they were here.\n\nFeeling his gaze barrel into the undeads Fithoras' head immediately began to lower his arms pulling upon its' hood except he didn't really breathe, it was a dead give away no fog crept from his mouth from the biting chill of winter. He expected the worse only to receive a curious question, carefully he lifted his cloaks hood peaking from below uttering out. \"E-eh... T'what t-tis all truly...\" His whole body seemed t\n\nEnse shifting his eyes' away the way he spoke appeared a bit archaic. \"I-Ill tis a ever so curious question thee spawn of farce deceiver d-doth pose, t-tis far better t-than hurling stones...\" Fithora was not brilliant he likely shouldn't have uttered that, but he would oblidge eager for company he forced his jaw to work attempting to form an answer. \"From thee sprawling lands I doth once traversed till I came hitherto s-seeking a boon from t-thee bitter touch of winters dreadful blight.\" A sluggish voice crawled out struggling to work his frozen jaw barely slurring out the words toward the curious creature, his body attempted to bolster energy only to barely budge as though molasses oozing from a jar. His body attempted to lean forward displaying his curiosity upon such a rather horrific denizen a creature which would likely be branded a 'wretched monstrosity' a label he had recently been granted by the denizens of several other populous. Despite being wrapped within cloth his fore arms seemed to arc with electricity dancing along their surface he was uncertain, even a little frightened due toward a slew of reasons and yet... He yearned to not treat other 'monsters' with the same courtesy they had shown him which he was in truth struggling with allowing his mouth to bumble out the rather undelightful tittle."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "The words of folk in this foreign nation, the Naga would oft be able to decipher even with his limited understanding. Yet the boy's words seemed different as he spoke with an ancient tongue. Nara's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, not of ill will but of confusion. He struggled to understand the words; Only recognizing some through which he pieces together the boy's spoken thoughts. In some ways, the thoughts unspoken can be louder than ones spoken. It all depends on how honest their bodies are. He knows not how truthful the boy's mouth was, but the rest of him spoke loud enough for Nara. He was afraid. Not enough to bolt away, not enough to prevent him from trying to converse, but still afraid.\n\nThe slight stutter in his speech could both affirm the presence of fear, or indicate that he feels chilled. Nara already knew of the fear, but thought to check for the latter. \"You are cold?\" He once again asked a rather simple question. Perhaps through the lack of verbal expression, the fact that the snake-man lacked conversational capabilities would become clear. But speech is never the only method of expressing oneself and one's intentions. Nara tugged at his cloak, his pride, and pulls it off his own back. The winter air was cold, but it was a mere inconvenience to a Naga like him. The red cloak was now held out in front of him, offered to the boy in naught but rags and gauzes.\n\nHe hoped his show of kindness and compassion would reach the boy before him. The boy whose name he does not even know. \"You are cold then you wear this. I am not cold.\" It was his only possession besides his trusted blade. A symbol of the tribe he once belonged to- nay, the tribe he still belongs to. His faith for finding his tribesman shall not waver. But, his conscience would ache if he even dared consider leaving this small child to fend for himself, knowing he could've done something for what he sees to be a fellow wanderer in the chilly outdoors."
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{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "The relentless breath of winter remained perseverant upon its' goal to whisk away warmth from the miniscule urchin it came to mind his body lacked even the slightest feeling of warmth, as though his body were seeking to return toward his final resting place. Confronted by a creature wrapped within ancient fables Fithora felt threatened by its' sudden approach, although as his grey pupils darted upon his still frame Naras' body seemed to shrink lowering down toward the boys' own height his face seemed to be stewing over what had emitted from Fithoras' sluggish jaw. It wrought slight disappointment to flicker upon the boys' face the way he stared at him was a grueling reminder of how displaced he felt within a familiar place that no longer seemed to be the way it used to be.\n\nThough his body language remained hesitant Fithoras' childish heart sought out to sate his ever eager curiosity, those grey eyes flickered about the nagas' form yet his body it appeared sluggish as though he struggled to move. Every motion appeared burdened by a tremendous weight even if he hadn't simply scampered off into the distance could this lifeless husk even sprint, winter seemed to sap his bones of any form of motion hearing the strangers offer kindled Fithoras interest. A kind offer a look that sung out his eager little hands could snag upon the mans' offer, it warmed the once sociable boys heart to hear such kindness. His lips cracked into a weary smile attempting to move with the same vigor he once new only his arm ever so gradually reached toward the\n\nPlush cloak which offered him sanctuary a chance to still grasp upon life. Many children could tend to be a little more selfish seeking out a chance to grow into adulthood, here and now Fithora was desperate he did not care how much his heart told him to be weary he wished to cling upon another's kindness once more. Once he grasped the cloak the boy shrouded his body within it trembling vigorously taking a few steps aback attempting to ward the chill from his body he uttered out. \"A-a boon t-truly tis a most merry surprise, I doth doubted warmth to come from thee...\" \n\nHis body shuddered crushing the cloak around his frigid body, struggling to nuzzle it against himself attempting to grasp some warmth from the sheets. He continued to futilely rub the sheets against himself his eyebrows furrowed with bewilderment no matter how hard he tried it seemed warmth refused to melt away his frozen blood he mumbled something in response. \"There tis little warmth within thee pallid sea which doth b-b-brings thee splendid seeds of growth to f-falter, O-O' naught thee slightest warmth... T-tis t-thee dreaded tide the Earthen mother doth fear..\" Mentioning an ancient deity his people once worshiped their culture tended to revolve around seasons and nature itself cherishing plants as though they were royalty, unfortunately Fithora was a little too wrapped up within his own plight to consider this strangers true intentions his body enacting a continuous motion hugging himself and rubbing his palms together. Breathing out nothing into his palms for he no longer breathed one without lungs no longer had the breath of life within their body it was mere natural habit for him to act in such a manner."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "It was a wonder why this young boy decided to brave the biting cold, despite not having the means to warm himself. It was evident to Nara how cold the boy felt. If he was indeed ill, where was his caretaker? Did he run away from them or perhaps did he not have one to begin with? If that were the case, it would make a lot of sense. The Naga stared at the boy. \"Your home is where? You should go home and become warm.\" He had nothing left to offer but his services. He could accompany the boy, find him food, but it would only be temporary. He would eventually need to move on and continue on his own quest. He definitely would not desire to displace a poor young boy from his home only to bring him crossing the dangers of the wilderness. Even if it was true he had no family to care for him, leaving him with an institute to care for him would be the more sound option, no?\n-\nBut perhaps he could do something else for the boy. He thought about bringing the boy he thought was ill to a healer, like his mother once was. He cursed himself for not paying more attention to the bits of medical trivia his mother would tell him while he helped her with her duties as a child. He took more after his father, a hunter and gatherer. If he had any knowledge of illnesses at all, he would know how to better help the ailing boy. These thoughts were born out of ignorance to the boy's true ailment, however, despite the good intentions he had. After all, what healer would have to even consider how to reverse death? Most of them likely would not, death was irreversible and had no cure. That is, besides the twisted dark magic known as necromancy. Even then, the reversal is incomplete, imperfect. A life lost would not be returned to how it was before.\n-\n\nFor a while, it seemed as if the crowd had blurred into the background around the two. Inconsequential compared to their wonderment of one another. They were in a bubble where no other seemed more important than the one in front of them, but that bubble was burst by a tap on the shoulder. A city guard had found his way to the large Naga. \"Sir, yer gunna have ta move a little. Yer blockin' the road,\" He chided. A gesture from him brought Nara's attention to the traffic he had inadvertently caused. His overly long tail had blocked a good chunk of the road, taking up space needed for horses and carts to pass through. Feeling guilt, Nara would awkwardly shuffle himself to the side of the road. He presses himself against the cold stone wall of a nearby building and coiling his tail under him. He tried ushering the young boy to move with him so they could continue their conversation. The guard would nod approvingly at the Naga moving out of the way and the crowd continues their travel around them."
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{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "The child with iris's devoid of warmth his body long since had been torn away from the boon that was life, yet despite his perplexing condition he defiled nature itself still lingering even if he no longer ushered a single breath. Corpses usually did not simply crawl from their graves desperately reaching to know the splendors of the living realm once more, surely there was someone out within Drase whom had coursed life's pulse once more through the scruffy boy dressed in rags'. Fithoras' mind raced with uncertainty whilst he still continued his pointless pursuit to kindle warmth a body which began to slow further it was as though he could no longer move, the sheer sensation of it had urged the ancient boy to seek warmth hoping to keep the promises he had made only a while ago. At least toward him it felt as though it were only a week since he had departed from their country seeking out to embark upon the ritualistic expedition seeking out fortune and a means to prove himself toward those whom doubted him. \"A-asks thee slithers' which hath crawled from the crooks of tired fables... F-fore thee fangs may still snap once he hath kindled your favor. T-tis naught fore thee to know...\" Reciting what lessons he had learned during his earlier years Fithora voiced his doubts, uncertain how honest a creature written to deceive was he barely knew this man. Little did the ungrateful rascal understand Nara had gracefully offered a cloth he held within high\n\nStandards. \n\nFithoras mind wondered a slight bit about the nagas' nature curious toward such a creatures origin, were the fables entirely meant to be adhered toward? Or was there something entirely else behind their tired pages? It kindled a certain curiosity from a boy desperate for company lavishing in what little he could from a man whom had gifted him kindness where others' had fallen short, many people considered the child a cryptid wrought from the written pages. It was why he had dared to stand before this slinking slitherer allowing to gift him a pedal of doubt upon the merit of his tales. Rustling his body he began to rock his body back and forth his eyebrows crooking with utter worry his body refused to warm instead it was getting colder he uttered. \"T-tis a-as though I am a floundering fish wrought from the wet depths... No matter how I struggle it tis fore naught o' how I wish you t'were here you ever knew what to do w-where hath you parted toward?\" Making it sound as though he were traveling with another for perhaps a time the boys' voice was beginning to fade away becoming lighter in nature the further time dragged ever forward. Even once a fellow knight came to urge the naga from blocking the flow of frustrated commoners from continuing their daily business the child barely budged barely even a flinch as he began to slow ever further, his taught appendages began to slide off of Naras' crimson cloak if Nara bothered to reach out for the boys' frame he wouldn't feel the slightest flicker of warmth it was as though plunging his hand into a bucket filled to the brim with ice."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Awkwardly smothered against a building, a tavern it seems based on the cheerful clanging of tankards, the great white Naga would shift his weight. He is not accustomed to having so little room to himself. He felt almost claustrophobic in the strangest way. There weren't physical walls constricting him from moving about besides this one he is leaning on. No, the walls were in his mind. Self-imposed walls of consideration for the folk around him, scuttling about their businesses. It may be a weakness that he would extend his consideration so far. He gave up his only treasure to a child who, for all he knows, could've easily ran away without a second thought. He supposes the fact that the boy hasn't done so thus far is a blessing to be counted.\n-\nSeeing the cloak slip from the boy's sickly figure as they moved, he reached out to help adjust it. He would brush against the boy's skin in the process. The cold skin of the boy was a searing contrast to the warmth of the Naga's own body. It would cause him to jolt back in surprise, but he quickly recovers and continues gently pushing the boy out of the way. The cold and the seemingly soulless eyes signals to Nara that the boy would normally be immobile, lifeless. And yet here he is walking about the streets of the city. The boy may have been closer to death than the Naga realized at first. He definitely should not be out here. He should be resting, or even better yet stay at a healer's to be looked after.\n-\n\nSpeaking of the boy, Nara tilts his head at the strange words uttered. It was strange words he hadn't heard anyone else use, but his experience is limited in the first place. He gathered the boy mentioned fangs, but he hadn't bared his fangs or hissed at the boy even once. His tongue subconsciously run across his canines. They were sharp, as to be expected from one whose main diet is meat. He wouldn't turn them on a weakened innocent. But, the boy must see him as a potential predator, just as the Naga himself had been wary of a hunter. Anyone would be scared of a potential predator. It was life's instinct.\n-\n\"I harm you not.\" He tried to assure the boy. But even words can seem empty despite not being intended that way. What followed next was the boy expressing longing for someone else. A companion perhaps. A good sign knowing he wasn't alone in the world. And yet, they were separated somehow. It must have worried the boy enough to brave the cold despite his illness. Did something unpleasant befall the boy's companion? Nara thought to inquire further, \"Your friend is where? You are sick, should not be out in cold. Ah-\" The Naga curses softly in Itchsunian. The boy might take it the wrong way. He doesn't want to spook the poor thing anymore. \"Don't mind. Just go home and get warm, okay? Do you go to healer?\""
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"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "He couldn't budge nor move a single bone for winter had whisked away every bit of warmth Fithora once held, his body had long since been torn away. Being forced to clasp upon life once more did not go without its consequences for despite his efforts to warm and cuddle up with the sheets, it was futile an action which wouldn't even prolong the inevitable his body was cold blooded now. An ironic feet to behold before a reptilian creature he was helpless frozen to the bone before the coming stampede set before the scamp as though a nightmare he couldn't move nor budge to avoid their bodies ramming into his own. He was a passive stone planted before them incapable of what someone did toward his frozen body his eyes' began to dim still grasping upon a thread of a doubt that he would feel his reassuring grasp tug upon his body, there to guide him with his endearing grin, the partner he had gone upon a futile quest with setting out together to seek out their fortune together.\n\nFithora felt someones' hand urge his solid body to scrape along the cobbled surface toward where they stood, pushing upon the amber child it felt as though he were as heavy as a boulder barely did his form move let alone react toward the\n\nNagas' touch. Yet through sheer perseverance Fithoras' petrified body was reeled away from being swallowed whole by the oncoming pedestrians no longer would his body shudder it had become eerily still, though Nara could still feel the boys' iris's peering upon the snakes body the luminescent glow had since dimmed. This mere action surprised the lone wandering boy he had come to expect less of those whom knew the truth of what lay beneath his disguise, the wounds which spanned across his entire chest a stark beacon which warned other living beings Fithora was some twisted creature. Despite how frozen he felt the boy simply allowed himself to dragged forward he even threw his frigid body against Nara seeking out his warmth his voice wrought with fear he barely formed out\"T-t'was as though a-a wretched terror... M-mine body t'would naught move I-I could do little to sway thee crowd. Though he shant come... At least you t'were here..\" Despite fearing him moments ago being faced with the coming crowd of people incapable of movement had shaken the boy he had believed it was fated to end there and then, without Naras' intervention he would once more know the sting of death it terrified Fithora beyond all else. Even if he felt a little embarrassed holding upon a stranger there was warmth here warmth his body lacked it was mere survival to hold upon Nara, seeking out his warmth the naga would soon see his fingers begin to wiggle once more the boys body nearly suffocated any warmth the snake had. Being so close toward a boy he didn't know the stench of pine sap bashed against the snakes senses it wafted from the curious little creature whom begun to steal away his warmth, something he sorely\n\nNeeded to survive it would seem the cloak would do nothing for someone cold blooded.\n\nFithora hadn't felt a body so close to his own it was a comforting sensation he was reluctant to allow to simply slip from his grasp, besides the longer he held on it felt as though his body was loosening up warming his frozen blood. The mans initial question wouldn't trigger any distrust it was once the naga mentioned a healer would his fingers begin to dig into the reptiles flesh shaking his head rapidly \"Nay nay... You simply can't send me toward t-thee whom can mend wounds fore there tis a lack for them to mend, I-I mustn't be seen through their eyes' once more I beg t-thee no matter what may fall naught there.\" The foolish boy announced something he shouldn't have toward a stranger claiming there was something they shouldn't see with their own eyes', for he knew from the healers that often visited his families dumpy shack they would often remove his shirt checking his pulse. As well how thin he had become during his final days within their home Fithora then had easily bought what his mother told him it was merely to ensure he hadn't fallen ill for there was a disease spreading throughout their hamlet. He wasn't always so paranoid about others' intentions easily believing those he loved without a single doubt."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "The iciness of the boy's body would send shivers down Nara's spine. He didn't know how it was possible, but it felt as if the boy was even colder than the winter snow. The poor boy must be suffering. And yet, the boy adamantly refused to be brought to a healer. The Naga grumbles in a foreign language. It must have been because whoever the healer was refused to give the boy treatment because he did not have any of those 'shiny rocks'. Nara had first hand experience after all, being chased away from various establishments because he did not have those 'coins'. But he was not ill at the time, he was merely seeking temporary shelter from a storm. How could they be so heartless as to turn away a poor, sickly boy? They must have threatened the poor thing too, given how terrified he sounded. Oh, if only he could have some very stern words with the healers in this colony. He won't, of course, because then a dozen or more guards would come to remove him.\n-\nIf Fithoras would allow it, Nara would attempt to rub the boy's back through the cloak hoping friction would help warm him up some. *He needs to get out of the wind, be near fire*, he thought. He peered inside the building they found themselves pressed up against. Just being near the window seems to emanate some heat in the midst of biting cold winds. It was a tavern, surely they had a hearth. Nara nods towards the building, \"For now, go inside? They must have fire. Cold not good for you.\"\n-\n\nNara didn't care that the owners are likely to chase him out again for taking up space without coin, essentially free loading. To him, all that mattered is the boy should get out of the cold as soon as possible. He doesn't know where the boy lived, it might be on the other side of town for all he knows, and it might take too long for the boy to reach his home on his home. Carrying the boy home himself is out of the question too, for he would not reveal his residence to a stranger like Nara. Through elimination, the best thing to do would be to take shelter in a nearby building. Nara would even offer his services to the owners if he has to in exchange for them taking the presumed to be ailing boy in. If they needed some creatures hunted to replenish stock, need a message delivered, anything for a night of warmth."
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"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Clung upon Nara for dear life the child caught in-between still breathing and embracing his faint body any hint of life which still resided within him had been robbed by winters bitter touch. Clenching his eyelids taught his fingers begun to rupture oozing out trickles of his amber blood staining the bandages an off orange color, his body flinched feeling moisture slip from his iris he was desperate for warmth. So desperate he forwent whatever bit of skepticism was left within his heart over this peculiar beast, a venomous creature known toward his people to kindle fear and mistrust within their ranks. An deceitful creature which the boy was acting stupid for literally wrapping himself within the warmth of another seeking out reassurance to know his numb body wouldn't succumb toward the elements.\n\nToward even his own clan the ideal of an undead was frowned upon seen as a literal affront toward the deity they worshipped, through his experiences attempting to reconnect with the living realm he was met\n\nWith spite. Cast aside with scorn treating him lesser than human a mere abomination that dared to tread across the realm Fithora often wondered in his heart if even those whom he had cared for his partner the one he traversed with would still accept him for what he had become. Such thoughts compelled him to refuse allowing anyone to see what he truly looked like beneath the layers of cloth he hid himself within out of fear for how others would treat him, being here riddled the child with uncertain anxiety coming here simply out of the want to embrace this accursed blessing hoping to achieve what he had set out to find in the first place. Fithoras' body shuddered as Nara rubbed his awfully firm back it didn't quite feel like flesh \"T-thee winter tis... Blightful ever so a-awful I t'would rather b-be amongst they whom still usher breath t-than feel this burn. Though it begs me o' it begs me to wonder, of a-all thee kind souls... Prithee allow me to know why doth you show t-this twisted creature such warmth?\" The childs orange blood dribbled upon the snow seeping through his bandages his skin though nearly stone like was fracturing from the cold cracking as though skin, it was unbearable holding upon the Naga helped him through. \"Surely such a-a creature t'would rather slither away... T-t'would naught be thee first whom rather depart..\" The boy would allow himself to follow or be dragged by Nara, no matter what his answer was for he needed warmth his body no longer held."
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would walk in the inn in full armor, with a left pauldron missing. The owner looked in shock, and even more so when the helmet disappeared, revealing Kaisa's face, tired and weary. She placed 1 silver on the counter*"
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"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"5 days. Keep the change\""
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The inn owner, took the coin and gave her a key.* \"Room 28. On the left\"\n\n*Kaisa took the key without a word. Once inside, she unsummoned her armor. She had been in that for probably over a day. Her shirt was cut short from giving Arthur bandages, exposing her midriff. She flopped onto the bed, tired. She would clean and repair herself tomorrow. She needed rest.*\n\n*However, rest would not come. As she fell asleep, dreams fell upon her. The first scene showed her in a lush grass field with her parents. She remembered this moment, as a young girl. She would play in the green grass chasing the birds and butterflies, under a bright, happy sun. Her parents smiled. She was happy*\n\n*The next dream would not be so pleasant. She remembered the Kitsune she had betrayed, bringing them in chains to the robed figure. This time, she was the one bound, the 6 Kitsune dragging her to a robed figure, who took out a sacrificial knife. She opened her mouth to scream, but no noise came out. The robed figure stabbed down*\n\n*The scene would shift yet again, and this time it was another memory. Her parents combating the vampires, being overpowered by their physical might before blasting them with flame. The final vampire looked at her with greedy eyes, and lunges, fangs bared*\n\n*Her vision would turn back, and she was back to her normal self again, it a child. There, she saw her parents. She teared up in joy, as her parents rushed to hug her*\n\n*They would embrace her tightly, and say some words.* \"It's ok, my little girl\", her father said. \"You're going to be okay\" \"We'll always be with you\", said her mother. \"Always remember that. We love you...\" *And with that, they began to fade away, as Kaisa looked in fright*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Wait! Mom! Dad! Don't go! Please don't go, please! I don't want to be alone again, please...\""
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Her face would drip with tears and she burst into a sob. She woke up, crying still, the pillow wet with tears. She continued to cry, and once again, she was alone*"
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"author": ".rybus",
"message": "*Walking out of his shop, he's determined to visit both the new sunlight guild and buy some supplies for one of his new projects. It was the middle of the day, and he had plenty of time to be aloof.*\n\n*He walks out from the market district, instinctively tuning his ears into the best deals as he leaves the district. What things would he experience today? Hopefully they were beneficial to his ascension of the capital market. The bigger his reputation the better.*\n\n*He makes his way into the middle district, full of artisans, landlords, successful pursers, and loads of military trainees and officers. The middle district of the city always peaked the interest of Almann. He could listen into the goings on around the world while going about his business looking for low quality armor and weapons he could improve. They often employed people from far off lands to give advice to the artisans. Not to mention the jewelry sold near the upper half of the district. The soldiers/officers themselves always needed someone to maintain their weaponry, or ask an artisan how to do so themselves. It was good money.*"
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"author": "flute4396",
"message": "Only minutes ago she had been near livid at a man's feeble attempt at bartering. A first she found the offer so ridiculous she had laughed, but apparently that wasn't funny. \n\nSo she sat at her stall, chin upon hand, lips in a firm line, and just watched the people paraded by. Naasira counted money in her mind. This was the capital city so work was going well, but she still had plenty to sell. With a disgruntled sigh she sat up and collected her beading. Back to sewing a new shawl. Every now and then her eyes flicked up as her shiny display caught eyes. She would greet them- occasionally make a sale. It was an endless pattern."
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{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "*Almann's picked up on the conversations from the strange woman. He hadn't heard an accent like hers in a long time. Her type wasn't the one to visit this market all too often, as those of southern Ramul Ta are considered savages by many of the population. Nonetheless, he would make his way to her stall.*\n\n*The first thing he noticed as he came closer was the duality of voices. Did this woman have two legendary works? You see, Almann's hearing was so acute he could hear the voices of the spirits of legendary equipment Each had their own personality, mannerisms, and tone. It sounds strange to anyone not of the same ability. It's almost like the souls of legend are imbued into such weaponry. To put it simply, the voices coming from her swords were proud. Intensely so. It as if they had been the magnum opus revered by many, and their whispers made it known.*\n\n*Almann wished his own blade sounded as such. His sounded more like a jealous woman than a blade with history...*"
},
{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "\"What you want?\" She hadn't looked up, but it wasn't difficult to discern when someone was staring at you. Naasira looked up at Almann, \"You come to buy or gawk?\" Her accent was thick- and it seemed her knowledge of the language was limited but spoken simply. She was young, but perhaps weatherworn and tired. \n\nNaasira was used to wide starry eyes staring at the selection, but rarely at her like she was some prime turkey! Although, she did tend to wear a ton of it- that was customary in her clan."
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Strange. If I buy something can I see your blades?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann had plenty of gold to purchase an item, he did need some materials after all. Nonetheless he gives her a curious grin._"
},
{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "\"What blades- There are many blades.\" Naasira deadpanned completely clueless to his implication. She gestured at a few ornate daggers to her right."
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Blades not of this plane, but ones whose prescience must be summoned.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shifts over too the ornate daggers on the right, taking a close look at the merchandise. None of this whispered to him. They were excellent pieces nonetheless. Perhaps her husband made these? No. He didn't hear someone nearby with a similar demeanor. She was alone. She had made these blades. Now his curiosity peaked even more._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Do you have any helmets?\""
}
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{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "It was difficult to hide her widening eyes, but Naasira quickly composed herself. She became uncharacteristically quiet. \"No. None.\" She rose from her seat and carefully watched him as he surveyed the space. Her eyes began to narrow. He wasn't going to see them. \"Things I will show are here,\" Naasira spoke."
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann could hear her surprise. The keen hearing he had developed over the years makes conversation so much more interesting, though creepy to many. He knew he'd hit a chord. He wants to see those swords. They must be amazing pieces of work..._\n\n_He looks at the selections of ornate daggers. He wonders about what he sees._\n\n*Almann gestures with three of his fingers to the more ornate daggers of the collection*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"These three. A gold piece each?\""
},
{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "Naasira shifted looking at those he had selected. That was a rather generous offer. If she wasn't greedy she would have refused. She was still uncertain as to his intentions. \"Fine. But no promise,\" The woman replied. She held out her hand."
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He sifts the gold coins between his knuckles, palming them and then placing them in her hand._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"My appreciation of the work done, from one smith to another.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann grabs a stool nearby and takes a seat. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was good enough to start a conversation._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"How's the business for you out here? Not too many from the southern continent come by. It always brings me joy to see new faces and hear new voices in the market.\""
},
{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "He was a smith? Really? Well he certainly appreciated good work like he knew how to spot it. She gingerly took the coins and dropped them into her pocket. Naasira fished beneath her table for a few sheets of linen. The woman past him and began delicately wrapping each. Until she hear the scrap of the stool and his voice. She looked back over shoulder at Almann and gave him and odd look.
\n\n\"Yes people like new things. They like Dezabian work. Travel is far.\" She returned her focus to the daggers and spoke, \"Why do you buy, you craft?\" He could just make it himself."
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Ideas. Improvements. Though...\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He gingerly flexes the blade and let's go, putting his ear near the oscillating piece of metal_"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"This one doesn't need any.\"\n\n\"These pieces are the types I put up in my shop as samples, giving them a date of crafting, the author of the craft, and so on. Many people come in to the shop asking for the more exotic replicas of blades. Perhaps one of the best things I learned from the steppe elves were their ingenuity. They were able to take the most basic things and turn them into prized equipment, often mimicking the designs of the high and dark elves they were subservient to.\"\n\n\"I try my best to replicate the crafts, but I doubt I get it exactly, or close. The clients I have don't much care if the blades are ceremonial, they simply need to look nice. These blades however, seem to serve a dual purpose. I always found a blade without an edge or a decent spine isn't really useful for anything but a mantel piece.\"\n\n\"As one builds knowledge of exotic crafts, they include the methods themselves, improving their products and introducing new ideas to the markets. Clients like that...\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann's hand glows over the blade while he uses 'Magical Appraisal'. He did pay twice as much, as he expected. Though he feels as if it's coin well spent. It isn't too often a smith from the southern continent comes back. The blade itself was crafted not too long long ago by this woman. He's confirmed his suspicions, and now he knows her name. Magical Appraisal comes in handy more often than one thinks it seems..._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"As I thought, very well crafted and recently crafted at that.\""
},
{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "She had turned with the other two daggers wrapped and in her hands and for the longest time she just stared as he spoke. Just had to ask.\n\n\"You talk a lot.\" Naasira really wasn't following much of it. Some of the words he used flew right over her head, but It didn't seem malicious. Though his last proclamation was easier to follow. Her eyes drifted from the dagger and then back to him. \"You tell that just by seeing?\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Seeing, hearing and feeling. Manuals and books don't do the actual crafts justice, which is why I buy them myself. You do this long enough around the right people and you pick up a few things.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann adjusted his hearing once more. She was beginning to calm down it seemed. He simply wanted to see the two blades he could hear. To do so, he needed to gain her trust further._"
}
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{
"author": "flute4396",
"message": "Naasira handed him the other two and then took a seat as well. \"In my clan we make, and when we pass we melt.\" She pointed at the dagger. The woman smirked. \"My father would still melt if did no like work. You will no see bad work.\" Her family had too much pride, anything less then perfection was unacceptable."
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"And so I haven't. All perfect, as you've said. Did you make the swords that posses the same perfection as these other swords as well?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann waits for her response. He could still hear the swords, their voices fluctuating and sounding off even louder when their owner swelled with pride. He could hear it. This was a good thing, these swords were happy with their owner, and well maintained. Weaponry and equipment that mourn are hard to listen to. But Almann had to resist the urge to bow to these pieces of work and their pompadour.\n\nHe starts to walk away._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Thanks for the products nonetheless, it was good meeting you Naasira Shadya...\""
}
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*The scene is a dark city! It's practically midnight again. No one on the streets, save the poor and homeless people who still lurk. Ále has put his horse and pike in a rented spot for horses to stay safe. He also placed most of his other stuff there, hidden from view in his kilt. That includes his bow, quiver full of arrows, weapons, except for his Dirk, and pipes. He wasn't going to need that.\n\nIt's quite calming honestly. No one walking the streets, the whole city being quiet. Only sounds to break the silence would be the clack of Ále's shoes on the cobblestone ground... And well, Kaisa, who had joined him on the journey. What were they going to do today?*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*A full moon shining, just like last night. Kaisa's armor isn't on her again, cause why would you wear it if not necessary? Her small shield is slung on her back, a silver knife on her belt, and what seems like an arm guard that's slightly thicker and ornate than normal.*\n\n*Kaisa enjoyed the silence. Just like the woods. Ále's shoes could be heard, but it was just like the insects in the trees. Kaisa's steps were much softer, due to both her weight and her training. She liked this, no other people giving her the occasional weird look*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"So... Empty city. We're the only ones walking the street. What do you reckon we could do? Or talk about?\"\n\n*He asked, wearing his new fancy Trúdhs and his ordinary ghillie shirts. (Baggy shirts that have a string-tightened collar) He looked much more casual in this wear honestly.\n\nHis dirk was hanging on his belt of course. Where else is he going to carry a dirk? It was quite pretty! Elk handle... Zinc and Copper Damascus hand guard... Steel damascus blade. An effective weapon and a work of art!*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Hmm. Don't really know what to do. I don't think anyone will be up at this time, so I think we just walk around and talk. Maybe about our gear?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*That dagger was quite nice. Hers was as well, with a leather wrapped handle. Don't want contact with wood. The silver alloy blade shone brightly under the moon's light. Her \"Arm guard\" Was pretty basic, though the special feature wasn't. The shield, just a shield. Steel, pointed for combat*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmm that doesn't sound half bad. Well, this thing here,\"\n\n*He said, drawing the dagger. It was quite a long specimen. The blade had a fuller and was clear of any chips or rolls. It's as if this was his prized possession*\n\n\"Was a gift from my late sweetheart back at home. Her father was a blacksmith. She gifted me this oath dagger because she said that once she got her own, we'd promise our lives together. That'd symbolised in the intertwining pattern of thr Damascus.\"\n\n*He looked at the moon for a moment, as if he was looking up at someone*\n\n\"She died after a fire destroyed our village in the mountains. So did her family and any chance of me getting a romantic partner\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"A big shame there. Must have been pretty. Pretty dagger. Must be important to you.\""
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would take out her own. A silver dagger, the blade glimmering in the moonlight and reflecting it beautifully. The handle was wrapped with black leather, no guard. The blade itself was curved towards the tip, a weapon made both for slashing and stabbing.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"This I got for my 10th birthday. A silver dagger. Not as effective against human opponents, seeing that silver is weaker, but excellent against undead. This saved my life.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see. So both our daggers have a similar bond to us,\"\n\n*He said looking back at her with a smile. He was very happy about his friend. Friends are great! They tend to have skills that you don't have!*\n\n\"It's another thing we have similar to us. My dagger protected me more times than my sword did. Have it be the first person I've killed... Or the first animal I hunted for my next meal\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Person you've killed? Wouldn't be the first. What about your sword? Anything special?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Conversation! Friends! Kaisa's life was finally becoming good again*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well you see, before my life went to the more passive side, I was much like you. Though, I was hunting outlaws and people with bounties with the law. The first person I killed was someone who attacked my client.\n\nMy sword on the other hand, is not exactly special. It's just an ordinary sword for stabbing and poking things\"\n\n*He said, sheathing his dagger once again. He moved closer towards Kaisa as they walked as... Well, the distance they were walking at wasn't the best for ease of communication.*\n\n\"Say, do you have someone you find yourself attracted to? Love is a refreshing thing. It clears your body of all your stresses when you're with your loved one...\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Uhhh... N-no, not really.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*That was sudden. Kaisa's face turned a bright shade of red, the embarrassment obvious. She really hadn't thought about that ever since... Ever. She was pretty sure that Ale wasn't talking about family love either*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I-I've never thought about it. Ever. My job's too dangerous for me to bring others along. What if I die? What happens to them?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, no need to be nervous first off. If you love someone, you don't need to have them know. Think of it like a closer friendships\"\n\n*He said, also having his own fair share of... Kaisa's fear. His line of work sometimes gets him in the eyes of bandits and would be dig thieves. It'd be a no-brainer to kidnap his loved ones if he decided to act up*\n\n\"Plus, just asking. I'm just curious because I'm not exactly that... Knowledgeable about outside cultures. Loved ones for us include our friends, family, and romantic interests!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Thank god he was just asking. Kaisa wasn't ready for romance yet. She had no idea what to do with it. Closer friendships... At this rate she'll be 50 when she has a loved one. Time to switch up the conversation. That weird arm guard now sprouts a fiery red blade, the heat can be felt by the two*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"This is a handy weapon. Chosen by me at 12, or 13. I forgot which one. It's been enchanted with fire magic. Fitting, as my family used to use it to fight monsters. Ironic, since I'm a vampire.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Woaahhh cool. Honestly, if I saw that thing in some random ruins, I wouldn't think it'd be out of place! It looks so cool to exist in such a mundane world.\"\n\n*He said, pointing at the device. He didn't seem to grasp the concept of enchantments yet. Maybe he would one day, but that one day probably isn't today* \n\n\"I don't think I was strong enough to even hold my sword when I was 12... The dagger was already plenty heavy. But of course, I had grown much stronger than I was at 12!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"You couldn't hold a sword at 12? Well, I guess this weapon is shorter, and grants much more control. You must have had a late growth spurt\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Wow. Seemed like he started training late. Kaisa has trained all her life for as long as she could remember. Nonetheless, he seemed pretty capable in combat*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"What about your other weapons? I saw you with a bow the other day\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yeah I've had a pretty late growth spurt. I haven't been able to grow any facial hair until a few years ago.\"\n\n*Yikes, explains why he is so cleanly shaven. Wonder what he uses to shave. Most likely his knife. Saw it in some commercial that someone was using a tiny knife to shave!*\n\n\"Well, the bow was a recent purchase to make it easier to hunt for food. I live off of the land!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"The sea as well, it seems. It's good to be independent\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would unsling her shield. It was shiny, not quite like the dagger, but more like a steel grey. Square on one end and pointed on the other, it was relatively small, bound with leather straps*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"This thing I also chose in tandem with my weapon. Nothing special on it yet. Want to see my final tool?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yeah! I didn't know people had final tools! I tend to use what's around me for tools... Like flat rocks for shovels!\"\n\n*He leaaaaaned in for the details! Finals are cool. Seems like Ale was changing his entire sleep schedule to match his friend's if they decide to travel with each other for a prolonged period of time*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Sort of a tool, sort of a weapon. Watch\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*A fiery bolt fired from Kaisa's hand. It split a cobblestone, the fire burning. Whoops. No one would notice.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I can fire up to 10 of those at once. It costs me a lot of energy though\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see! Very powerful. I have something similar, but it creates a lot of sound. It's kinda like lightning... But used as an offensive weapon\"\n\n*He said, his hand crackling with electrical energy. Blue! Pretty. He put his hand down after... Finishing his demonstration!*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Lightning magic? That's pretty powerful. Are you accomplished in it. Oh! What if we found an item that could channel the power?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa was now jumping up and down thinking about all the adventures they could have, acting like she was 13 again. He definitely seemed combat ready.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Acting all giddy was fine and dandy, but her sudden movement shocked Ale. He wasn't expecting her to hop like a rabbit and... Act like a child honestly. He didn't know why but he felt the urge to hug her. Aha! I know why! It reminds him of his love interest! Óurín was it?*\n\n\"I don't need a channel. I'm very skilled in it. I can hit an apple off of a tree! But I'm better with my bow. I was able to hit a small target over 500 yards away\" \n\n*He said, obviously accomplished a lot in his life! But little does she know, Ale has the ability to see something tiny over a mile away! He has really good eyes... The same could be said with his hearing* \n\n\"But then again, I tend to not like fighting all together. Of course I'd fight to protect my loved ones safe... But if fighting didn't do anyone else any good, I wouldn't do it\"\n\n*He said, still watching the vampire jump up and down... And up and down. Remember, loved ones includes friends. But remember again, since his use of loved ones is so broad... It's hard to tell what a person is to him*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*She would stop jumping up and down.* \"Well, it's not always against other people. I do it against monsters to protect others. And you can hit that small of a target from that far? How do you do that?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*That was insane. He must have amazing eyesight or something. Having a powerful lightning spell would only increase his power. He was much more combat capable than she realized*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well you see... I've just been... Training a lot. Y'know. Being in tight spaces, you need to be able to... Squeeze off a shot accurately if you cannot move. Kinda a no brainer for someone like me.\"\n\n*He said, not exactly realising... That his eyesight was something abnormal. He really didn't know what other people saw*\n\n\"Other than that, it's just hours a day of practice. Every day of the year. When it's raining, snowing, or hot out. Just a lot of practice and training goes into my fighting\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"You're a well rounded fighter then. Always good to have skills in several areas\"\n\n\"Anyway, we should honestly find an Inn. You should be tired by now. Let's go!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'm very much fine! Plus, I doubt any inn would be open right now. I'd much rather live in the nature. It's much better for me. Soft ground is better than any bed... At least I think? I've only been sleeping on cloth covered hay\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Well... Find somewhere in the forest? Ground tends to be soft, trees make good shelter. I do need a blanket or something to cover me though..\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'm pretty sure my plaid cloth'd do the trick... Shall we make our way to the horse spot? I left all my things there when we decided to take our walk around\"\n\n*He thought her expression was cute. Was it because of her strange mannerisms? Maybe. But of course, the jumping would look like she was trying to get onto his height. He is quite a bit taller than her. 4 whole inches! She's perfect patting height*\n\n\"Plus, the horse has plenty of room for two.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Sure! My legs are tired anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The two would begin the walk to the horse stable*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*At this point, there wasn't much to say, except Kaisa and Ale found a nice dark spot to sleep for the night. He slept near the fire while Kaisa slept comfortably under Ale's massive belted plaid. It spanned 9 yards squared. It was big enough to cover the two if they decide that they were going in together. \n\nAdding to the cover, they were sleeping near a natural wall of rock and dirt. It was good barrier against the wind. \n\nWith the warmth of the fire and the warmth of a woolen kilt, the two went to sleep.\n\nThat is, after Ale made his silent proclamation to the gods. What did he say? We may never know as he... Walked off into the woods to say it. \n\nLet's just say, Ale slept on a pillow of rock. Comfort went to his friend while he settled with the next best thing*\n\n*The man woke up wee in the morning, feeding his horse some... Well, oats and shits. What else can he feed his horse at this point? Anyways, picking up his bow, he would make his way around the general area to... Go hunt for some food. Some rabbits and stuff would be caught... Their pelts would make some nice parchment and glues...\n\nBut of course, he did pour out the blood into a small... Stone bowl. For his friend! Totally his friend. Fresh tasty blood!\n\nAnyways, he went off to skin the rabbit, letting them dry on a nearby tree. In a small ditch the rabbit fur and fats go... Squish squish... Heat... Squish!\n\nHe would whistle to himself as he went through his... Everyday things. Some of these include shaving with his really sharp knife, washing himself off in some nearby field... And well, drying his wet clothes. \n\nSome of the louder things would include practicing his lightning magic on some... Well... Birds! Zap ZAAAAAP. More food? And more quills! Hope these were the right birds...\n\nHe didn't know why his friend was so well... Loveable. Like she jumps up and down when she talks. It's like she is TRYING to be a child and get pats. But he must hold back! He can't pat unless she gives consent!!!*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would wake up with a high pitched yawn. She would blink and look around, and see the bowl of blood laid out for her. How nice!*\n\n*The trees blocked the sunlight out, fortunately. Alek's kilt was cozy, though she's awake now. She hears the crackle of lightning nearby. Must be Alek practicing his magic. She wondered what he was up to.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Morning Alek! What are you doing?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Another bird could be heard... Flopping down near the girl. It of course was pretty charred and such. Around her, there'd be drying rabbit pelts... And well, Ale's other clothes that require drying. \n\nHe returned with a hand full of... Dead birds! They died a quick death. He could hear her from a mile away as he had turned on his magical super cool hearing abilities*\n\n\"Practicing! Just... Practicing! Need to practice to wake myself up\"\n\n*He said, looking much better than before. He looked less tired, he no longer had a small stubble, and his hair was... Pretty clipped and nice! Freshly cut hair. He was pretty good at it... Mostly cause he memorized what he wanted*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Oh. That's a lot of dead stuff then.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She hadn't really expected that. She picked up the blood bowl and took a sip. Rabbit. She realized that she only knew he was somewhere around here, not his actual location*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Uhhh... Well, I'm currently walking back. I've practically exhausted myself!\"\n\n*He said, doing as he said... After a few moments, there'd be some rustling and... Well, footstep noises. Ale'd return with of course, a fist full of birds. Around 4 or 5. \n\nAs stated before, he looked better than before. A wash and shave ought to do that before.* \n\n\"How was your sleep? It wasn't too hot for you, under the plaid and near the fire yes?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Sleep was fine. The fire wasn't too hot, I'm a Fire Macen after all. The plaid was comfy. You look good! Better than when I first saw you.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Alek honestly did look very nice. Blond hair flowing, sparkling blue eyes, clean shaven face. She realized that she was probably messy herself, her hair all messed up from sleep. She would attempt to straighten it out*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I should probably clean myself up as well.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I believe there's a lake nearby. Dunno if that's what you meant... But it'- oh wait... No running water.\"\n\n*He sighed, dropping the birds onto a stone, gathering up all the arrows he used, placing them into his quiver. He had a lot of arrows! Pretty cool. \n\nHe was also wearing new clothes and the such. Super clean and super sparkly!* \n\n\"I can look away while you clean yourself... If you so desire to do so. I'm pretty occupied here, making quills and... Parchment!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Alright. Lake should be ok, it doesn't have current. I'll take water out of it just to be safe though\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She starts to run towards the lake. After washing herself up, she dresses again, her hair still wet, then jogs back*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see I see. Glad you feel that way about taking a wash. If you need to dry up... Feel free to use the plaid. I need to pack that up soon anyways. Plaids aren't good for horse back. Too exposed\"\n\n*He said, with a grin. She looked pretty. To him at least. She looked really nice to him. But of course, he'd just want to give her a pat. \n\nOn a stone, the birds would have been separated from their bones... Their feathers in a pile... And the meat being cooked into a sort of stir fry. The rock'd add some flavours!\n\nWhen it came to his one friend. He couldn't help it but wonder how she didn't already try to bite him. But anyways, he has a weird thing for strange people and... Another weird thing about wanting to pat short people*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would give him a quick hug, then proceed to dry her hair. Alek was really nice, doing all these things for her! He also looked really nice...*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"You are welcome friend. Say, have we... Well, ever talked about what kind of quests we are to take? I'm quite new to questing as I've only taken one.\"\n\n*He said, sitting himself down onto the forest floor, cooking his bird bits and... Rock. He is trying to make sure that it is fully cooked... And well, tasty!*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Hmmm. Maybe we should. Help some people, get some coin. It's right up my alley, and it'll help you as well\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*They really should take a quest. It'll be exciting to spend more time with him. And help people along the way!*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see. Then shall we be off to find a quest? At least... After morning meal. I'm quite hungry after training\"\n\n*He said, taking the rock off of the fire. You may ask, what is he using to eat? The rock is really hot. The food is extremely hot... So touching it with your hands isn't a good idea. \n\nWant to know? He straight up just STABBED it with his Skinning knife and ate it it straight off of that without cutting himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"We should, after you eat. I'll try to look around after we get moving\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would finish drying her hair, then put on a cloak. They were finally going to do something! She was excited and almost started jumping up and down, but hugged him again instead. She would start to run around him and the horse, before finally jumping on it*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*He sighed to himself, finishing his meal. He burried all the remains of what he did to the land and packed all of his loot from the hunt. He'll be using these! \n\nAnyways, he put on his armour, got onto the horse, carrying his lance and... Started off to the village.* \n\n\"An energetic one you are. It's as if you're no older than 20, girl. I wish I was able to jump and run around like you\"\n\n*He said, the horse randomly neighing and the such. Off to find a quest they will? \n\nIt was some bad terrain honestly. Very bumpy. There's very few places someone can hold onto on a horse*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I've only been like this since I've been with you. Before this I was serious all the time, never relaxed, always on the edge. I think meeting you helped me a lot. For that I thank you\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oh wait. He was right. Very few places to hold onto. Uhhhhhh... Did that mean she would hold onto him?*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see. Flattered to hear that I had such a profound effect on your mood! Hope I can keep it that way. I much prefer to be with someone that's happy. It's so much easier to complete quests when the morale is high!\"\n\n*He said, continuing the steady trot. The lance is pointed upwards so he doesn't accidentally poke any passer-byers. He doesn't need to accidentally kill anyone*\n\n\"But of course, I'm not forcing you to be anything at all. Just be who you want to be and what you want to be. Your friends'll should be there to support you all the way!"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Don't worry about that. Being with you has lifted my spirits by a lot. It helped me get some of my childhood back. Spending time in nature someone that I lo-enjoy spending time with\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Whoops. Kaisa nearly said something she had no idea about. That was close. Hopefully he didn't pick up on it too much. As for friends... He would be her only true friend.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yeah I suppose I tend to do that a lot. I've been told I should be a bard! Or... A playwrite! Maybe I should once I get too old to be a travelling Archeologist!\" \n\n*He did pick up on it. He didn't know what she said. He just assumed that she stuttered or something. As for friends, he felt safe around her. He could protect her and she could protect him. The perfect battle buddies!*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Thinking about when you're old already? There's so much more to explore!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He seemed to be similar to her a lot, also acting somewhat childish right now. She enjoyed that, and would smile. She felt safe, secure with him around.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well it's better to plan for when you can't work no more. Almost all the money I earn from jobs go into a bank so I have money in the future. Smart thing to do!\"\n\n*He said, clearing the forest. It was clear roads and well... Less bumpy stuff to walk through. They were still a ways away from the city but they could see it in the horizon. At least Ale could* \n\n\"Plus, I get injured easily. A crossbow bolt to the shoulder will do a number on me\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Hmm. Crossbow bolts would do a number on most people. I tend to keep money on me. I travel far too much for banks to be effective.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would follow him, sometimes running ahead and behind, the dense treetops protecting her from the sunlight. She would seem to be playing, jumping around on the rocks and tree roots.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*He opened the horse bags, taking out his kilt. It was pretty thick, which stopped a lot of light from passing through. \n\nHe then called out to his friend, holding out the cloth* \n\n\"Kaisa, take this, it should give you more protection in the sun. It's pretty thick so it gets hot\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would take the quilt and put it over her. She would jump back on the horse, then start to slip off. She hasn't ridden a horse before*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*He quickly tried to grab at her. Getting knocked in the head isn't good for anyone's health. Hopefully he caught her before she fell off of the horse. He had pretty good control of the horse. No jumping around today!*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa's arms would be flailing about, no chance there. However, Alek is able to grab her by the waist and pull her back on, bringing them very, very close to each other.*\n\n*She would adjust herself on the horse, her face blushing slightly. They were really, really close for a moment there*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Any tips for how to stay mounted?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"It's easier when you're the only one on the horse. I'll teach you when I'm not riding. Now then, make sure you're covered up\"\n\n*He said, adjusting the cloth around her so... Well, it wouldn't fall off when he picked up speed.\n\nHe then motioned around his waist, which was covered by his cuirass. As if telling her to wrap her arms around him*\n\n\"Hold onto me if you feel like you're going to fall off. I'll do my best to keep you on.\"\n\n*He himself didn't blush. It didn't occur to him that maybe they were too close. He didn't have that kind of sense when it came to proximity to a girl.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would wrap her arms around him, her head barely peeking over his shoulder. He smelled nice, the smoke from fire, blood from rabbits, like nature. She felt good being near him.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"He is unsure how smoke and blood would smell. But he reckons that it doesn't... Really appeal to him. But that is completely fine. He continued to lead the horse to their destination, holding his lance in his free hand* \n\n\"So... Do you feel more comfortable now? No more falling off the horse?\"\n\n*He asked, trying to keep the horse steady as they went on* \n\n\"And if you ever feel... Well, tired, feel free to tell me to stop so you can drink some of the blood\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"It does feel better. It doesn't feel like I'll fall anymore. And don't worry about blood, we only need to drink every 3 days after all\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*So caring. Kaisa didn't know it, but she needed someone like this in her life. All of her sadness seemed to disappear with him.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, is it that you can SURVIVE with drinking once every three days, or is it that you can stay comfortable with drinking every three days. Because being comfortable with life has it's benifits.\"\n\n*He said, looking back at his companion. He did have a point. Eating so you can preserve your food is only good when you have a limited amount of food left. \n\nShe had Ale now. He practically already deals with her food problem*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Well, I did just have a meal today. And well, I'm not sure. I don't really feel too \"Hungry\" Until day four, and it only gets stronger after that\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He did have a point. She really wasn't sure, but with Ale, she probably would never feel the urge to feed off of someone again. More benefits of friends!*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well just be sure to eat when you feel hungry I suppose. I don't know how well my feelings of hunger translate to your feelings of hunger\"\n\n*He said, with a shrug. Bad move, the horse reeled back for a moment causing Ale to almost fall off... If Kaisa was holding on enough, they wouldn't fall. Simple as that. \n\nPressure on his waist usually means she is still there. No pressure means he has to dismount and try to cushion the fall*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Thankfully, Kaisa has been holding onto Ale the entire time. Her hands and arms would feel pressure as Ale lurched forward, and she pulled him back on the horse.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*It seemed that he didn't need to pull her back onto the horse a second time. The horse'd settle down after... Ale did his magic. He forced himself forward so his companion had enough room to not... Just hang on the horse.\n\nSomething about sun hurting?*\n\n\"Sorry about that, Ama is slightly temperamental when I shrug. Hope I didn't give you TOO much of a fright\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"That's fine. Surprised for a bit, but we should be good now. Speaking of which, where are we going?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*That was close. They could have fallen off. Not too much of a problem, an inconvenience, but it could have compounded further. Where were they going? They needed to do something, not just wander around*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, first, we're heading to the city. I doubt we'll find any quests laying in the mud at all!\"\n\n*He said, continuing on. By this time, they'd have arrived on the main road and... Well, are just walking on flat and comfortable ground* \n\n\"Why? Did you have somewhere else you wanted to go?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"No, not really. I just don't want to be wandering around aimlessly. Quests won't find themselves\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Time for a quest! Doing stuff! She wondered what they would do once they got to the city*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, I doubt we would find a quest easily. We might have to stay in an inn while we wait. Or maybe we have to.. Well, just walk around. It seems like I forgot to pick up a Helmet. But no worries, a hat will suffice for now!\"\n\n*He said, switching his pike hand. He held Kaisa's hand, as if to say something to her. Very warm hand he has.*\n\n\"Make sure you don't die on the quest or I'll have to be alone again. I'll make sure to not die as well!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I would never. Being alone again would suck. I just met you after all!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would grip his hand, as if she didn't want to let go, which she didn't. His warm hand was a contrast to her cool skin. It felt nice*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I agree! Yikes, I'm sorry if I made you feel embarrassed. I phrased that as if I was proposing. Sorry about that!\"\n\n*He said, releasing her hand... If she would let go of his hand. If she didn't, he'd be confused, but he'd accept it. She of course, seemed like she was in pretty dark times*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Nono, it's alright. I like this...\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Her grip tightened, and it was obvious she didn't want to let go. Not for a while anyway. Holding his hand helped her feel better, forget about the dark times she had*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*He didn't sigh, just allowing the girl to hold his hand. Of course he understood. He himself had dark times. Might not come close to her's, but he had some. It was bad enough for him so he couldn't even come close to understand what it was like for her.\n\nJust to give her some reassurance, he just gripped her hand, continuing his trot to the city. Warm hand. This could go places honestly. But then again, Ale was still Ale. \n\nIf she peeped from his side, she could see the slight red tinge of Ale's face. He was blushing! Not because he was embarrassed, but because he remembered his old lover in this person. Interesting Development!*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*It's morning. Daytime. Or whatever you want to call it. Zed was wandering the streets, looking for maybe something. He's not sure what to do right now. Maybe he should become a mercenary. The recent fight with Ayane had cut him up quite a bit, and exhausted vast amounts of his magic. He'll have to regain some back. He sees a figure stand out on the streets walk out of a tavern, with clothes far too big, looking like they should fit someone at least half a foot taller. Interesting. Their also wearing familiar clothing and a hat. He recognizes them, though isn't sure where. Zed himself is dressed in farmer's clothing, a large straw hat covering his head. A large pack with a long object is on his back. Probably a farming tool. He decides to follow this interesting person, and why they seem familiar.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Even despite Hitoshi's vastly enhanced hearing, she chooses to ignore everything going on around her, in exchange for finding out how much it'll cost to turn back to normal. Hitoshi is back to being not exactly rich. Which is fine... Or at least it **Would have been,** If not for today.\n\nHitoshi scampers in and out of alchemists asking about the price of a sex change potion. Most people don't even make sex change potions.\n\nEventually, the simmering pot of anger that is the young Kitsune begins to boil. She has to take 10 solid seconds just to breath in and out, holding her fingers against her temples all the while as she leans against a random wall. In Runran, the woman speaks.*\n\n\"Peaceful thoughts. Peaceful thoughts.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*After following the figure for some time, he overhears them. The voice is feminine, asking for a 'sex change potion'. Zed didn't even know if those existed. After quite some time, he hears some Runran. He doesn't understand it, but she's obviously mad. About something. Why the sex change potion though? That would make her male. Unless they were male in the first place. That reminds him of someone, who had a 'pretty' face, the clothing seemingly familiar. He walks up behind the figure and taps her on the shoulder.* \n\n\"Excuse me, but do you know anything about 'The Salamander?'\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*...Who the fuck is- hang on a minute.\n\nHave they finally sent someone to finish Hitoshi off? She doesn't doubt that they'd be willing to do that.*\n\n\"No idea who you're on about.\"\n\n*She turns around and... Yep. It's him. Her blood runs cold, but she doesn't show it. Hitoshi can be a very convincing liar.*\n\n\"Sorry.\" *Shrug.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"You look familiar, though...\"\n\n*If he's right, the face looks like if Hitoshi has become female. She's wearing what seems to be his clothes as well. One detail will help, though. For all he knew, he could be mistaken, though it seemed very likely that this was Hitoshi. She was asking for a sex change potion, after all, and it would make sense that he would want to turn back.*\n\n\"Ah, never mind. Just one thing. Could I see your right hand?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Sorry, but why do you ask?\"\n\n*Hitoshi dodges the question for as long as she humanly can. If Zed thinks she's some sort of pickpocket or thief? Fine, sure. But Hitoshi doesn't fancy meeting with another Salamander...*\n\n\"Are you looking for anyone?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Not really. I just want to make sure I didn't mistake you for anyone else. Someone I haven't seen in a while.\"\n\n*To anyone else, his face would actually be quite friendly though. But Hitoshi would know this face. The deciever, a trick Zed uses to lower the guard of the person he's talking to. He remembers that Hitoshi has a missing right middle finger. If he saw that, then he knows that this person, a woman, is Hitoshi.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi folds her arms, careful to tuck her right hand in and clench a loose fist, and smiles. She stares at Zed for what seems like hours. Then the facade drops. There isn't any hiding from this, is there? She hisses through a gritted smile.*\n\n\"Why are you here? Did *She* Send you?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"It's better if we do this somewhere else. After all, you don't know who's listening.\"\n\n*He knew it. It was him. Or, rather, her. On the outside, his face remains the same. On the inside, he's laughing. This is HILARIOUS!! Hitoshi was turned into a girl? Even shorter, too! He's now an entire foot taller than she is. He'll have to get used to that.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Sure.\"\n\n*Hitoshi really doesn't like the sound of this. But fine. If it gets Zed to leave her alone.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*After a bit of walking, they arrive in a dark alley. No one around. After wandering deep into it, Zed quickly looks around, them, to Hitoshi's surprise, bursts out in laughter.*\n\n\"It's really you? Hitoshi? The Great Salamander, known for his violent temper, has been turned into a woman? You're even shorter than I remember! At least your groin isn't a weak spot.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*For a moment, Hitoshi is willing to throw a fucking spear in Zed's throat. But then... She finally sees a bit of humour in the scenario and chuckles a bit herself.*\n\n\"Yeah... Yeah, there's that, heh. Life's funny, huh? Just wish getting the you-know-what didn't cost so fuckin' much, you wouldn't believe the price getting your dick back is. **50 gold,** One of them charged.\"\n\n*Hitoshi might have normally been on pretty neutral terms with Zed, but honestly she's partly relieved nothing would come of this altercation. It seems, anyway. And weirdly enough, it's nice to see someone from his old life.*\n\n\"How's the witch?\"\n\n*Now that Hitoshi can speak in Runran to someone, a little more of his more informal, street-wise side can show.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"That's an expensive amount. Better get to work. And the witch? Ah, her. Ayane. She's dead\"\n\n*He gives her a good pat on the back. It's a bit awkward, as the angle is much lower. It seems Hitoshi's done a lot lately, as well as gotten himself into quite a predicament.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Good.\"\n\n*Silence. What else is there to say? It's not like Zed and Hitoshi ever talked much. She just folds her arms, lying one leg on the wall behind her.*\n\n\"Wait... What made you come here, then? It's not like anyone would miss her...\" *Suspicion is back.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Hm? I'm just looking around. There's not much to do since the group is gone. I plan to just study, get stronger. My fight with Ayane sapped my magic pretty hard.\"\n\n*Zed saw Hitoshi become suspicious. At least he didn't lose his skills as well as his dick. He wonders if he has any acquaintances. Hitoshi meeting them would be quite funny.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Huh...\"\n\n*It's funny, really. Hitoshi should've been absolutely pissed at Zed right now. She had every reason to be. But... She couldn't bring herself to be that angry at him. Maybe it's just because meeting him was almost like a bizarre silver lining to what seems to be a horrible start to the day? Or maybe it's knowing that he's free from his old life? At least, a little?\n\nGods only know. All Hitoshi knows is that she hasn't eaten yet. And it might be nice to just chat about shit with someone who can actually understand Hitoshi's mother tongue for once. Even if it's Zed.*\n\n\"You wanna get something to eat? I can pay.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Sure. But I'll pay, you need to save up for that potion after all. It would also be odd seeing a woman pay.\"\n\n*This would be interesting. Zed hasn't seen Hitoshi for a while. He honestly did not expect to meet him as a woman.*\n\n\"How... Did you even become a woman anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Isn't the mystery part of the fun?\"\n\n*She smirks a little bit.*\n\n\"Also it's not as interesting as you think, so if I shut up about it maybe you'll think it's more interesting than it really is. Where we going? You're the man here now, not me.\"\n\n*She cracks her shoulders back, grinning all the while. Hey, being a woman does have its (somewhat underhanded) perks...*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Let's go then. Might also want to get some new clothing. Those are a bit too big for you right now.\"\n\n*Zed starts to walk out, and to a nearby restaurant. He's not that hungry, but he's interested in Hitoshi's story.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"*A bit.* **A bit.**\"\n\n*Hitoshi laughs some more. Damn. Imagine actually being happy to meet a Salamander again...\n\nShe ties her hair into a rough ponytail before following Zed to get something to eat. May as well try to look halfway presentable, all things considered. Hitoshi can't help but wonder what she'll actually get though. Not really sure what kind of food tickles her fancy. And as for the clothes... Yeah, considering Hitoshi was literally forced to use half of her old outfit to preserve her modesty, she'll need new clothes as soon as possible.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The two arrive at a nearby restaurant, quite small, but it seems good. They sit down at a table for two, and a waiter arrives.*\n\n\"Welcome! Would you like something to drink?\"\n\n\"Just water for me, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yeah, same, thanks.\"\n\n*Hitoshi really doesn't fancy drinking this early in the morning. She has **Standards.**\n\nA long, *Long* Sigh is emanated from Hitoshi's mouth as she thinks about what to say, and how it should be said. If she just says the story as it actually was, it would likely be the most underwhelming tale of all time. But hey, she did say it really isn't as exciting as Zed thinks, you know? So... Eh, if he's underwhelmed it's his own fucking fault.*\n\n\"Yeah. Uhh...\"\n\nA quiet crack is heard from Hitoshi's back as she loses herself in her brain for a moment.*\n\n\"Uhh... Where do I start?\" *Pat, pat, pat the knees, as she realises how awkward this is.*\n\n\"So you want to know what happened, right? I'll give you two clues. Angry old woman. Clumsiness.\"\n\n*A dumb smile shows up on Hitoshi's face as she awaits the conclusions Zed comes to.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Hmmm... Wait.\"\n\n*Did the angry old woman turn him into one? Perhaps because of clumsiness? That is one of the dumbest things Zed has ever heard. Hitoshi got turned into a girl because of clumsiness. He laughs, covering his mouth to stifle the sound.*\n\n\"Did an old lady really turn you into a girl because you were clumsy?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well, she was probably a bit... *Not right up there*, if you know what I mean... I think she was all \"*Oh, you-you misogynistic whatever*, and she wouldn't take an apology, probably thought I was some sort of guy who smashes and dashes or something, I dunno. Like I said, she looked nuts. Probably some crazy old crone.\"\n\n*Hey, he asked. She points at him and smiles.*\n\n\"Respect your elders, don't end up like me.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"That is so dumb and hilarious at the same time.\"\n\n*If he had been in that position, he probably would have stabbed the woman. Then ran away under the cover of darkness. Better to not get in that position in the first place though. Oh, looks like the waiter's back.*\n\n\"Here are your waters. Would you like anything to eat?\"\n\n\"A roast beef sandwich. Cold, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi resists the urge to ask for a crossbow bolt to the neck. It's very challenging.*\n\n*So what does she want? Damn, she isn't really sure. At all. What does she fancy- Of course she'll just piggyback off Zed.*\n\n\"Same as him, please.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The waiter bows, then walks off.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"How original. Thought you would have wanted something different. What have you done ever since you left?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Well, Zed certainly won't find New Sunlight interesting. So that's getting omitted. What else has Hitoshi done? He took on a Wight that one time. He's fought against the beasts of Charam Ta. And he's been doing... Stuff. Planning on taking an assassin mission. Not to assassinate anyone, but to prevent an assassination.*\n\n\"Uhh.. Just trying to get by. You know, since I left. Hasn't been easy. You?\"\n\n*Honestly, it's weird seeing Zed out here. Hitoshi never saw Zed as the cosmopolitan type. It's... Yeah, it's weird. He hasn't changed one bit since Hitoshi left. It's the same old Zed. It's funny, really. She looks at him for a moment, internally mulling over how different she's become to what she once was. Lost in her own train of thought, she just kinda... Has her brain switch off for a moment. Although now she thinks about it...\n\nThis isn't permanent, is it?* **Oh God.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur had already exited the Oriate Cheese cafe a little while ago, taking all of his stuff with him. His coin pouch was 3 silver smaller, but it wasn't that big of a deal; he had about 1000 more lying in wait, practically begging to be spent on something. There were coins there from the beginnings of his adventure, coins that he had recently earned through jobs, and coins that he had found haphazardly laying down on the streets, the sheen and luster of their silver staying vibrant and constant, even after all this time had passed. He had eaten a miniature feast just now, with food items that were both familiar and unfamiliar, the tastes that graced his mouths being both old and new. It was simply a wonderful meal, but due to his vampiric nature, his stomach would still be the same hollow void it always had been since his turning. The void only seemed to disappear momentarily when he drank blood, but that action in itself was unpleasant. He wouldn't really like killing innocent people just for the sake of quenching his resurfacing urge for blood. 'Oh well,' he thought to himself. In his newfound power, he had lost one of the largest pleasures life had to offer: eating. It sucked, but it was included in the package of being a vampire.*\n\n*As he stepped out into the busy streets of New Salvainia, his stomach grumbled. It tossed and turn in his body, and he could instantly feel huge amounts of... Material... Move through his rectum as quick as lightning. It was scary on how fast it had traveled through his stomach, through his small intestine and large intestine alike, in that short amount of time where he had finished his food and stepped out of the door of the cafe. The soft grumbling of his stomach grew into a monstrous, disgusting roar as the discomfort he felt escalated entirely into a massive, uncontrollable urge to shit his pants; he thought once about turning back into the cafe to use the bathroom, if there was one, but remembered that he hadn't seen such a door leading into one from when he had first walked in. Now sweating large beads by the second, his eyes darted past the crowd that was making their daily commute up and down the streets of New Salvainia. He saw the bank where he had kept his money, the general store in which he had first met Hitoshi, and some guards that stood about the city's exit. Looks like escaping wasn't an option just yet.*\n\n*Speaking of Hitoshi, what was he doing now? He pondered this momentarily as his brain attempted to conjure up would the fellow oriate would be doing as of now. Most likely, he was off taking more quests for New Sunlight to advance from the squire rank. Arthur himself had forgotten what came next after that rank, but he didn't really care; in fact, he harbored a great amount of malice towards the guild in itself, seeing that they were most likely actively hunting him down at this very moment, along with the authorities and the guards. Damn them... And damn this stomach! His pains were growing ever so rampant as he waited idly, continuing his search for somewhere he could go to... Do business... And finally, his eyes landed on a store that was nearby. It looked to be another restaurant, which would probably have a restroom, but wasn't it poor taste to just hop from one cafe to another? Nevertheless, he sprinted towards that building, his bag shaking as he ran with all of the speed he could muster towards the restaurant.*\n\n*He barged in through the doors, searching frantically throughout the building for a door that seemingly seemed to lead to a room that most certainly wasn't the kitchen. In his field of view, he would see a lightly skinned water macen with tinged, blue hair conversing with a brown haired oriate that bore an uncanny resemblance to his friend, Hitoshi. Though, this oriate was a female, but their facial features were honestly strikingly similar; though, it was too striking. It was kind of odd how she looked like a female version of his friend, even including the trademark gear he usually wore, but he hadn't had time to think of that just yet. Sprinting towards a door that would look to lead to a restroom, which it did, he would lock it as he swiftly pulled down his pants and took the biggest, longest, most painful shit of his entire life. It smelled like... Well, shit, obviously. Though this shit was about one thousand times worse than any other kind he had smelt before; it was disgusting to the most extreme level, odious to the farthest reach possible, and it was as painful as the worst kind of torture imaginable. Yet, Arthur plowed through this challenge with determination, and eventually, it ended. He couldnt even feel his ass anymore. He didn't care where the shit had ended up, but would quickly wipe his numb asshole with some parchment that was laid nearby, tossing it down into where he had done the thing. Sighing to himself, he would walk back out of the room, and would go to the bartender.*\n\n\"Water. Now.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi...\n\n...Noticed the Kitsune take a comically long time doing his **Stuff.** Had it not been Arthur of all people, he would've just ignored it. You know, \"Not my shit, haha\" Kinda mentality.\n\nBut the fact that it had to be Arthur making this situation so awkward, and the fact that Arthur would possibly want to meet the two, is just too hilarious to the ninja, although she doesn't let it out for sheer embarrassment. She just angles the hat in such a way that one couldn't get a proper look at her face and drinks the water.*\n\n*What a day,* **What a lovely day.**"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*As the doors burst open, Zed, and probably everyone in the restaurant, noticed a pale, dark-haired Kitsune frantically run towards the bathroom. The waiter arrived, after also giving the Kitsune a strange look, then delivering their roast beef sandwiches.*\n\n\"Enjoy your meal.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n*Zed carelessly bit into the sandwich. It was flavorful, the umami of the cold roast beef combining beautifully with the lettuce, cheese and tomato. He notices Hitoshi tilt her hat. Wait. Did Hitoshi know this person? He studied the room, waiting to see what would happen when the Kitsune came out.*"
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur had felt eyes on him the moment he stepped out of the door, into the main room of the restaurant. When he walked over to his seat, he could hear whispers and jeers made towards his direction, his ears moving slightly as people dropped their forks and spoons as to directly point him out into the open. To be quite honest, he wasn't really used to all of this; the only time he ever faced something similar was when he did some quests for New Sunlight, in which he came back with blood spattered across his armor and clothes, but now people were jeering him simply for just... Walking into a bathroom? In his opinion, it was quite stupid, and made him quite a but uncomfortable.*\n\n*As he got his glass of water, he glanced back towards where that water macen from earlier had sat with that brown haired kitsune girl prior to his massive dump in the toilet. He couldn't see her eyes, nor her face, but that hat looked strikingly familiar. It was uncanny how similar it looked to Hitoshi's... Wait. Wait, wait wait wait wait. His eyes widened slightly as he turned a full 180 degrees to look at Hitoshi and Zed's table. Putting his glass back down onto the table, he strode on over to where they were sitting, and stared Hitoshi down with a menacing look in his eye.*\n\n\"That hat. That belonged to my friend. Mind telling me where you got that from? I'm **VERY** Interested.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, you see, my friend...\"\n\n*He grabs the top of Hitoshi's hat, and tilts it up, quickly. He wants to see what interactions occur between the two, if they know each other or not.*\n\n\"I feel like you two may know each other.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur caught a glimpse of a young woman's face beneath Hitoshi's hat. If he were to put it simply, she was actually quite beautiful; it reminded him a lot of other people he had seen throughout his travels. Though, there was something about those eyes, something about her face, and something about her... Overall demeanor that just seemed all too familiar. When he was in her presence, he felt that he sort of belonged there, like they were pals or buddies that had just finished a round of drinks; you don't just separate and walk home, you laugh and talk and converse on the way to the infinite expanse of the night. That was the sort of feeling and vibe he got from this woman; the feeling that she was someone he could hang out with comfortably, someone that he could fight alongside. It reminded him a lot of Mevis when he was still a part of New Sunlight, or even Hitoshi, to an extent. Hell, her features reminded him a lot of his friend! Odd, but hey - he read somewhere that every person in the world had a double, or a doppelganger, that looked extremely similar to each other. Perhaps this was just one of them. In any case, he had to take Hitoshi's hat back, and return it to the man when he saw him next!*\n\n*Glancing towards Zed, and back to Hitoshi, his eyes would lose their menacing glare and be replaced with various hints of skepticism. Why was the water macen acting so friendly? Who was this woman who he felt all too familiar with? Why hadn't he paid the tab for his water? All questions that needed various answers... But now was not the time. He needed to find out who these people were. Ideas racking through his brain, trying to figure out the best way to go about this ordeal, Arthur finally relaxed a tiny bit, though still kept his body on pins and needles. Opening his mouth, he looked down at Hitoshi, whose hat had returned to it's state whence it had covered her face before.*\n\n\"I don't believe we've met before. Though, I do know one thing. That hat isn't yours. It belongs to a dear friend of mine, and I'd appreciate it if you were to hand it back.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*You have to be fucking joking.\n\nThere isn't really any way Hitoshi can weasel her way out of this humiliation, is there? **Great...**\n\nArthur's taking his goddamn sweet time figuring out what's happened, and even Zed's obvious hints aren't doing it... Maybe it's time to just say it.\n\nHitoshi completely forgets about her piggybacked meal for a bit and buries her face in her hands, like an ostrich buries its head in the sand when it meets something frightening, and groans for about 5 solid seconds, dreading this moment... **So much.**\n\nWhen Hitoshi says her next line of dialogue, it's less \"Speaking\" And more \"Squeaking\", like a child admitting to have been doing something wrong to their parents.*\n\n\"...*Iamthatfriendyoutalkabout.*\"\n\n*Face still buried in the hands, practically clawing her eyes out.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah! So you do know each other. Would you mind giving me your name, sir, and how you met? I'm quite curious of how you two came to know each other.\"\n\n*He's curious now, as to how these two met each other. He lifts his hand off of Hitoshi's hat, and studies the two. The pale Kitsune hasn't quite figured it out yet, and poor Hitoshi has to break the news to her friend. Wait. The Kitsune's extremely pale. Is he a vampire? Maybe that's why he ran so fast to the restroom. He wonders what kind of magic he has, Kitsune being magical and all. Looking back to Hitoshi, it's obvious that she's embarrassed, rightfully so. He continues to eat his sandwich. It's pretty good.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur watched while the brown haired kitsune girl put her face to her hands, groaning in a sort of humiliated sense for some odd, unknown reason. He had no idea why she was doing something like this, but for a second, he heard her whisper something along the lines of... Something about a friend. He really couldn't hear all of it, due to the incessant chattering and clanking of the restaurant's interior, but he sort of got the gist of what happened. Apparently, this girl was an acquaintance to Hitoshi; maybe even his sister, judging by her looks. He relaxed a good bit, knowing that she wasn't just some thief that had jumped his friend somewhere, stealing his hat. Though, it was rather odd; why would Hitoshi give up not only his hat, but his entire set of armor, to this one girl? Pieces of a large, unusual puzzle began filling up Arthur's mind, the numerous parts becoming jumbled and scattered within his thoughts. Eventually, he couldn't really think too hard anymore without his brain hurting from over-exertion, so he looked down towards the two as the water macen spoke about them knowing eachother.\n\nHis name? Why would he tell this guy his name? If he were a bounty hunter, then giving the man his name would spell doom for the restaurant, and the people within. A fight would obviously break out in the building, which would lead to a lot of collateral damage. He really didn't want to be put through that kind of uneeded stress, but nonetheless, a sliver of his mind took control of his conscious thought; the part that was too trusting and naïve. Leaning down into the table, so that no one around could hear him, he told the two who he was.*\n\n\"Name's Arthur. Arthur Dax. And you people are...?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed would also whisper, making sure to reduce his volume*\n\n\"Ah! I think I've seen you before, on a poster. Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter. I'm only a mere farmer! This here, if you haven't figured it out already, is Hitoshi. We're old acquaintances. Come! Sit with us!\"\n\n*He patted Hitoshi on the back as he revealed her, and scooted over so that Arthur would have a seat. Another criminal? Interesting. Zed didn't plan to hunt him down though. He seemed strong, and Zed's magic wasn't the best right now.*\n\n\"My name is Zed. Zed Usan.\""
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*A pained groan escapes the woman's mouth. Took Arthur long enough... And Zed had to basically beat Arthur over the head with it.\n\nLovely. She continues to act mortified, and says nothing about Zed's \"Farmer\" Business. After all, Zed is still a member of Hitoshi's old brotherhood, and nothing breaks that mentality. Obviously, Hitoshi whispers too.*\n\n\"*Sigh.* Yep. I am Hitoshi. Nice to see you again, Arthur.\"\n\n*Mevis would probably be pissed if he knew Hitoshi completely ignored Arthur's bounty. But it's still Hitoshi's friend. Hitoshi couldn't do that to his friend. Even if Hitoshi **Was** Much more powerful than Arthur, he couldn't do it.\n\nSure, a Macen might stay in jail for a relatively short amount of time. But a Kitsune? Who's to say Arthur wouldn't be locked up for centuries? Who's to say they won't execute him?\n\nNo. This stays quiet for now. So long as Arthur doesn't hurt anyone close to Hitoshi, Hitoshi stays quiet.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Watching the man, who had introduced himself as Zed, pat the female kitsune on the back, he raised one of his eyebrows in skepticism as he analyzed \"Hitoshi's\" New look. Well, that was if it really was Hitoshi. You can't really believe someone's words if you've only just met that person nearly a second ago, so obviously there was room for questionability. A farmer, though? What would Hitoshi be doing hanging out with a farmer? How would he even know a farmer in the first place?\n\nHe heard a tortured, agonizing groan leave the woman's mouth. She seemed to look mortified, and acted along the part as well. He heard her introduce herself as Hitoshi, which added even more doubt to the situation. He sincerely didn't think that Hitoshi would somehow fuck up hard enough to completely change into a girl, unless he actually did... If so, that would betray Arthur's expectations completely, since he always thought that Hitoshi had better judgement than he looked. Perhaps a test was in order.*\n\n\"You're Hitoshi? I kind of doubt it. If you're really the Hitoshi I know, and not some failed copycat, then you'd know what rank I was in New Sunlight before I... Er, left.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Aggravated Groan 2: Electric Boogaloo.*\n\n\"You were a Squire. You decided to meet up with me and Mevis before you left. Mevis promised something about paying your bounty. We had a final goodbye. You left.\"\n\n*That was what happened, right? Really close to it, anyway. Whatever. It's not like she's lying.*\n\n\"Oh yeah. And you said something about the place we had that sparring at.\"\n\n*Yeah, just to cap it off. **Now** Would Arthur believe any of this shit? Honestly, Hitoshi really wouldn't blame Arthur if he doesn't...*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Aha. This wasn't the Hitoshi he knew; when he left new Sunlight, he was a Page, not a Squire! Though, how was this person familiar with Mevis? It could be that they were thrust together on a sort of mission, but only the real Hitoshi and Mevis knew about how he had said his final farewells on that night that he had left them both. His doubts were becoming alleviated, but there were still hints of skepticism in his mind. Further testing was needed if he were to uncover the truth about this situation.*\n\n\"Wrong. I was a Page when I got kicked out. Honestly, I still don't believe you completely. But hey, that was only one question, right? Anyway, question two:\n\nWhere did we meet?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*God fucking damn it. Hitoshi, you fucking idiot.*\n\n\"We met about a month or so ago. I was looking for work. You pointed me to a nearby shop, and we met some old guy with magic powers. He wanted me to gather... Plants, I think? And then we sparred. You kicked my ass. Then you set off for New Sunlight. I tagged along, and ditched the old man, *Wonder how he's doing now...* Hey, that spell you used for your reflexes... That was much stronger before. Stronger than it is now. Uhh... Oh, I remember we were given a mission to fight some thugs before. You, me, Mevis. We had to use our fists. We won. Obviously... That enough?\"\n\n*Massive, aggravated sigh. That bank of random memories finally came in handy. Hooray.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Wow, you actually got that right. Er... Yeah, that was actually right on the mark.\"\n\n*Arthur's demeanor looked as calm as he could on the outside, but on the inside, his body was on fire - not because he was nervous as to the fact that this really was Hitoshi, but more so because... He somehow managed to turn himself into a girl. Inside, he was screaming with confusion, pounding his fist against a blank wall to vent his over saturated confusion and thoughts. Why, no, what - no, how? There were so many questions that he needed answers to. His eyes on the outside kept their collected and unfazed look, but his inner self had his eyes widened open to unimagineable distances as he tried to rack up a logical conclusion on how this had turned out.* \n\n*Glancing to and from Hitoshi to Zed, he finally noticed the open space that Zed had opened as he scooted over. Sitting down next to Zed, with a look of great confusion plastered all over his face, he weakly looked up to Hitoshi, who still had his, no her, face concealed by her hat.*\n\n\"So... Er, mind telling me what you've been up to?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Before you ask... This was an accident. Okay? This... Was an *Accident...* I pissed off some old bitch. That's all I will say.\"\n\n*Thats enough info, innit? No need to divulge any more.*\n\n\"Also, I have changed my combat style. I noticed my night vision and hearing improve a lot. I hear a lot more. Even when I would rather not hear anything. Uhh... Not much else, really. Oh, Arthur. Watch yourself, okay? Me and Mevis got some assassin missions. As in, there has been loads of assassinations going on. Just be careful.\"\n\n*Seriously, there's been a lot of recent assassinations. Two assassin missions in tandem? Yeesh. Spooky. Not something Hitoshi was exactly beaming over.\n\nShe taps her fingernails on the table. This is awkward. At least the tea was spilt, Hitoshi supposes. Although it's still really awkward...* **Really awkward.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Shit. Assassin hunting missions, isn't it? Arthur suspected that there was probably one or two out there that targeted him, seeing that he had practically killed the headmaster of a prestigious school once before, and continued to take out an entire guild with another party of his. Hell, it wasn't even too long ago where he had to take out a couple merchants and their mercenaries as well; news of his various murders - no, exterminations - would probably have reached the ears of those who were out for his head. A scary thought. It made him shudder slightly, knowing that there were people out there that were actively trying to hunt him down. He laughed awkwardly, taking in Hitoshi's words.*\n\n*Also, on the topic of changing combat styles, or just combat in general, he still hadn't really told anyone he was a vampire. He would have told Hitoshi now, but since this water macen, Zed, was here, he decided to keep it a secret for now, until he got a chance to speak alone with Hitoshi.*\n\n\"An accident? Care to elaborate?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed looks between the two, finishing up the last of his sandwich. New Sunlight, huh? Hitoshi, shadow magic practitioner, had joined New Sunlight, the heroic guild that protected others. Now that he thinks about it, it made sense. Arthur had apparently been there as well, and was seemingly very powerful if he could beat the Salamander in a spar. Now, who was Mevis? Must be someone else. Seems like the two have done a lot of work. Seeing Hitoshi's unfinished lunch, he breaks off the bitten part and starts to eat Hitoshi's share. Hey, he's paying anyway.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Sigh of the century. No, Hitoshi **Didn't** Want to go over this again. It was really stupid and really unavoidable and pathetic, but whatever.*\n\n\"I accidentally bumped into some old crazy witch who probably thought this was some kind of *\"Karma*\". And now I can - *Zed, you could've asked, but whatever.*\"\n\n*Hitoshi isn't in the mood to divulge any more information regarding the **A c c i d e n t** And really would rather it just be treated as something stupid that happened. Although there is one random question on Hitoshi's mind...*\n\n\"Does my new face at least look good? Be honest.\" *Dumb grin on her face. If she looks good, she can save so much money by flirting with men, getting them to pay for stuff and ditching them at the right time- **Goddamn, being a woman is great!***"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed stops eating in surprise, then resumes. He didn't expect Hitoshi to try to get used to being a woman. Though it would probably be in his best interest to. For her sake, hopefully it doesn't attract too much attention.*\n\n\"Didn't know that you wanted to be like this, Hitoshi. Just be careful to not use it *Too* Much.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Again, Hitoshi speaks in Runran to Zed.*\n\n\"Yeah, makes sense. There's some... **Strange** Types out there, you know?\"\n\n\"Not like I wanted it, but... May as well try to make the most of it...\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*He replies back in Runran.*\n\n\"Better get used to it. Or start working. Otherwise it might stick.\"\n\n*He tosses 2 silver coins to the waiter.*\n\n\"So, Arthur, what about you? What do you do nowadays?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Hitoshi... Pissed off an old woman, which caused him one way or another to turn into one herself? Well, minus the 'old' part, of course, but still - there was no reasonable explanation to how this all came about. Wheels were turning in Arthur's head, attempting to figure out what had truly happened to his friend. A magical anomaly? A curse from the gods? Or was it really something stupid, like karma?*\n\n*He watched as Zed took a bite right off of Hitoshi's sandwich, slowly finishing her share. It was a pretty big sandwich, and it looked really tasty as well. Even though Arthur couldn't really feel the sensation of hunger anymore, however, he didn't really find enough of an appetite to become interested on how the sandwich tasted. That was quite rude. Biting off of someone else's meal was not only disrespectful, but at the same time, it conveyed a good amount of insolence. Arthur's face involuntarily scrunched up a bit, his mouth turning into a slight scowl, before Hitoshi spoke again.\n\nShe asked Arthur how her face looked, finally revealing herself from under the hat. A giant dumb grin on her face was plastered throughout it, but it more or less looked the same as the male Hitoshi. Smooth skin and a pretty face, she was actually quite beautiful; if it were anyone else, they would have become flustered with what she had asked. However, Arthur at this point still saw Hitoshi as a man, so he could answer her pretty honestly.*\n\n\"Yeah. It actually looks pretty good on you, which is kind of unexpected. But by the gods, Hitoshi - I won't delve in further with this matter, but there are **SO** Many questions I have right now, most of which concerns the details of this situation.\"\n\n*He also turned back towards Zed, who had asked him a question himself.*\n\n\"Nowadays? I sort of just... Wander. I gain money by doing any job I can find, most of which involve exterminating one thing or another. I've been doing it for a good while now - I'd say about a couple of months at this point. Even had to break a maximum security prisoner out of her cell one time; stressful, but I still managed to pull it off.\" *He stopped for a moment, wondering if he should mention the Boss in his sort of little monologue. He decided against it, however; he really didn't want to end up like Vinran.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Hmm. Interesting. Maybe you could lead me to this job? I've been looking for one myself, since the harvests don't look to good.\"\n\n*Hmm. Maximum security prison? That must be quite a prisoner, and quite a good fighter. Probably wasn't alone though. He seems like a fighter, but not quite an assassin. Seems like he needs to get his magic back up.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"No, can't really help you out with that, seeing that the job's already done. But I can understand not being able to harvest literally anything, with the Emperor's storm going on in this state. Honestly, it doesn't really seem that it's going to lift up anytime soon. It's a real shame, but oh well.\"\n\n*Thoughts began to race in his mind. For example, why would a simple farmer want to know about a prison break job? Was this man also wanted as well? If so, it would definitely explain why he hadn't found himself in a fight yet. Perhaps he was in good company after all, but he really shouldn't be casual - anything could happen at the moment, so his guard should not be let down at any costs.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Yeah. How about who gave you the job? There's no way you did that on your own. Someone must have offered it to you. The wheat's going to freeze over anyway. I need some way to make some coin.\"\n\n*He's quite interested now. Hopefully he can gain more power through this. He picks up his glass, and takes a long drink of the cool water, feeling it run down his throat.*"
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi quietly sighs upon hearing of Arthur's exploits, knowing they haven't stopped at all.\n\nWhy? Why is Arthur continuing to live the low life of a criminal? Hitoshi can't understand. She tried it once. A long time ago. It's still the biggest regret of her life. The guilt of her actions still weigh her down, like a cape of shame dragging her down, constantly pulling her down. Even mere weeks after Hitoshi left, she still remembers crying, sobbing, for the people who died, who would never see their family members again, or who were doomed to a poor and miserable life, thanks to her.\n\nHitoshi knows she deserved some kind of karma. Hell, what happened to her is probably getting off scot free, pretty much.\n\n\n\nAnd here Arthur sits, not even worried about the path that may take him on. Hitoshi doesn't want to do anything violent to Arthur. Not least because with her skillset it's nigh impossible to take someone like Arthur on in a fair fight. But talking about it is good. Always is.\n\nBut that can wait. Hitoshi may not dislike Zed, he was always alright to him for the most part, but if Hitoshi talks about anything with Arthur it's in private.\n\nHitoshi does notice Zed continuing to enjoy **Her** Food, though. Fucking hell, some people. Hitoshi just sips at her drink, trying her best to \"Enjoy\" This weird-ass day for what it is. Surrounded by two proud criminals. As an ex criminal who ditched the job.\n\nHooray...*\n\n*Hitoshi slips the hat back on and adjusts her Ill fitting pants.*\n\n\"You mind if I get some clothes? These are horrible on me. I'll come back.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Go ahead. Make sure your current ones don't fall off. Thanks for the sandwich. Harvest isn't too good.\"\n\n*In reality, he just wants the sandwich. Hey, she's not eating it. Hopefully Hitoshi keeps her clothes up. That wouldn't be good. He really hopes he's able to get more info on Arthur's employer. Perhaps gain more info about Arthur, or one of Hitoshi's acquaintances.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Uh huh.\"\n\n*Harvest. Okay. Hitoshi goes along with it because snitches get stitches, though.\n\nIt takes a little while for her to return. Once/if Arthur and Zed talk a little longer, Hitoshi will return with some decent clothes. And a lighter wallet.*\n\n*Everyone's **Favourite** Ninja returns, with a lighter wallet and some halfway decent clothing. Honestly, Hitoshi really thinks that a change of clothing was long overdue even if she wasn't, uhh... You know. The clothes were comfortable and warmer than Hitoshi's old rags. Compared to her original kit, it's like walking around in a blanket. Although maybe Hitoshi's standards are very low.\n\nShe sits back down, and is almost about to drink the water... Before deciding not to. It **Is** Zed, who's to say he hasn't... Done something to it?*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah! You're back! It looks good on you!\"\n\n*When she comes back, Zed's fiddling with a silver coin in his fingers. Seems odd for a farmer. Hitoshi knows, though. He sees Hitoshi think for a bit, then stop. Seems like she was about to reach for something. Hitoshi probably didn't trust him, and rightfully so.*"
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Really?\"\n\n*Nice. Hitoshi was lucky to find someone who specialises in clothes like the kind she happens to prefer. Can't break an old Irunian's clothing choices easily. Irunian clothing is just more comfortable to Hitoshi.\n\nHitoshi discreetly shakes her head, glares and looks at the coin for a moment. Although Zed is incredibly good at blending into places, Hitoshi would still rather he didn't take chances like showing off riches. Then again, Zed was always the strange one.*\n\n\"Hey, uhh...\" *The ninja has a lot of questions picking at the back of her mind. But she'd rather not ask them in front of Zed. It's obvious she's the only person here trying to live a decent person's life. Arthur was on some sort of rampage against New Sunlight, which Hitoshi couldn't for the life of her ever understand... And Zed was... Zed. The guy who asked for the event that finally persuaded Hitoshi to leave Irunia in search of better things.*\n\n*Hitoshj continues to rub her knees, rocking back and forth slightly. What's there to talk about? In a public place, anyway.*\n\n*Back to Runran.*\n\n\"Hey, Zed, good choice coming to Salvania. Irunia is a shithole anyway. Great for the Oni... Not so great for us. That's how I see it, anyway.\"\n\n*Irunian culture is nice. Place itself is a shithole. At least, to Hitoshi it's a shithole.*"
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Yeah, really. Eh. Nothing for me in Irunia anyway. Too many elven slavers. Can't stand them. They're the inferior race. In my opinion, the Kitsune are far more connected to magic.\"\n\n*He flips the coin into the air, catches it, then places it back in his coin pouch. He takes notice of the slight head shake. To be truthful, Zed was never normal. He's killed someone at a very, very young age. That changed him, a lot.*\n\n\"Say, what would happen if Mevis saw you like this?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi snorts, holding back laughter.*\n\n\"No idea... No idea at all. Don't think it'll be anything good, though.\"\n\n*Mevis would certainly have less reason not to believe him, compared to the big time criminal, Arthur Dax. But Hitoshi still doubts it'll be anything but sheer embarrassment.*\n\n\"Just wonder how much mess this will cause when I go to see that man about the mission.\"\n\n*Hitoshi could already see it. And now the Kitsune couldn't help but go back to wondering how much it'll fuck up her daily life. Being a man in a woman's body is weird. It isn't going to kill her, but odds are, this will likely last at least a month or two, and really get in the way of life in general.*\n\n\"...He'll have to get used to it though, now won't he? Mevis. This won't disappear any time soon.\""
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, well. It could be worse. You don't know how big the demand for female Kitsune slaves is. You should be ok, though.\"\n\n*Now, who was this Mevis? He seemed like a close friend between the two, Arthur and Hitoshi. He was also taking some kind of mission. The assassin one. They probably had to take one down, because he doubted that the New Sunlight guild would do that.*\n\n\"Indeed. That's not going away anytime soon. I've heard that less than 0.01 percent of mages decide to even look into that. Say, what about the New Sunlight guild? You're going for squire there?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Mmhmm. Yeah.\"\n\n*That's all Zed needs to know, right? It's not like he'd care about literally any other details regarding New Sunlight.\n\nIt doesn't come as a surprise to Hitoshi that \"Changing gender\" Magic isn't going to be easy to find at all. When she tried looking for... Stuff to help with it, literally everyone either laughed or have her a look that would be more fitting if she grew a second head. To be honest, part of it probably owed to the absurdity of the requests... And the fact that nobody takes Kitsune all that seriously.\n\nAs for the slavers? Hitoshi isn't worried. She can handle a bunch of slaver psychos. Hell, even if Zed is normally not the nicest sort, Hitoshi bets that they have common ground there: despising elven slaves. They just happen to focus on different parts of that statement. Zed would hopefully be at least quarter way willing to back her up, right? And vice versa.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, I think we're done here. Hey, how about we do some old fashioned reaping together? Just like old times.\"\n\n*He's testing Hitoshi now. Seeing how she'll react, and what her response is. He knows that she doesn't like killing, so asking is really just taunting now. She does need the gold, though, so he wonders how far Hitoshi will go to change back.*\n\n\"How about you, Arthur? I plan to exchange some 'harvest' for coin. How do you feel about that?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"No. I don't... I don't want to.\"\n\n*Hitoshi cringes as she hears the phrase \"Like old times\".\n\nHitoshi's standards aren't that low. She'd rather be.. This way for the rest of her life than ever, **Ever** Resort to murder. That was long in the past. A past that she still regrets to this day.*"
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"But you'll have to kill for the assassin mission, don't you? I'm quite sure Arthur had to kill before.\"\n\n*A grin plasters his face, and to anyone that understands the context of the situation, it's evil. He'a just trying to play with Hitoshi now, the twisted thing that he is. He's not sure how Arthur feels about this, though.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"That's different. That... Was... Different.\"\n\n*Hitoshi's eyes begin to stare off into the distance, a look of immense... Sadness over something. \n\nHe's right, Hitoshi thinks. She's nothing but a violent murderer.\nLike her father. Wasn't he just a killer? Except at least he was a good person. He fought for his country. Senichi Hisikawa was an asset to Irunia. Although he wasn't exactly **Legendary,** He still managed to gain himself a small following. The man was good with a sword, and a decent person who wouldn't take too kindly to Hitoshi's new life.\n\nEven when she tries, she really can't escape the shadows after all. This is who she is.\n\nShe can almost feel the piercing gaze of her mother and her father, Hikari and Senichi, from the heavens above. How angry they must be. No doubt Senichi would've killed Hitoshi with his own blade if... He were still alive. Would he even have felt bad? God only knows. But Hitoshi can take a rough guess: no. He wouldn't.*\n\n\"That's different.\"\n\n*Hitoshi repeats it again. Is she really just that stubborn? Or is she trying to convince herself as much as she is Zed?*"
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"How, is it it different, Hitoshi? Because you had to survive? A life taken is a life taken. There's nothing much to it. Or is it eliminating the good, the innocent that lurks in your shadows?\"\n\n\"Remember what I said that day. No matter how far you run, your shadows always follow. You have to learn how to embrace them, use them as a weapon instead of an encumbrance.\"\n\n*Zed has no problem embracing his shadows. He's killed at a very, very young age, and he's not normal either. As Hitoshi would say, strange, but also brutal. Hitoshi's hotheaded, using his, or her, anger to fuel his violence, but not quite channeled. Right now, she's denying his shadows, and lying to himself when she says \"That's different.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"What does that even mean?\"\n\n*Hitoshi remembers it. And she always assumed it was more of a \"You have betrayed your clan, remember that\". But... Obviously that wasn't the case.\n\nNow Hitoshi is even more confused. One of Zed's go to phrases, and Hitoshi didn't understand it. Unsurprising, really.*"
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Welp. Guess Hitoshi severely misunderstood.*\n\n\"You're too soft. Too emotional. You look back, wonder what you could have done better. You need to *Embrace* What you've done, and take it in as a part of you. You'll also have to deal with missing parts and new ones with this new transformation of yours.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I... See.\"\n\n*Hitoshi listened to the part about embracing her actions. About, rather than trying to aimlessly feel sorry for herself, accepting what she's done and moving forward.\n\nZed said things Hitoshi liked sometimes. Emphasis on... Sometimes. Zed will never be forgiven for what he wanted to happen to that one village. Ever.*\n\n\"I see.\"\n\n*Hitoshi knows about Zed's state of having long been broken. A miserable person his whole life. Maybe he saw everything he did as... A way of getting back at the world around him. Or maybe it was a similar position to hers. Hitoshi can't remember. It's been so long.*\n\n*Hitoshi can't help but think that there must have been something better for Zed than... This.*\n\n\"I think I'll leave.\"\n\n*Hiroshi solemnly gets up off her seat and turns to Zed one last time.*\n\n\"Was nice to see you.\"\n\n*She meant it. Goddamn it, she should be so pissed. But she can't bring herself to be. Is she any better? Not really.*"
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, I guess I shall as well. Ta ta.\"\n\n*He gets up, and stands in the middle of the restaurant. His eyes turn dark, as he waves to Hitoshi, and a black mist surrounds him, encasing the area in darkness. When it settles, he's gone.*"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would watch solemnly as both Hitoshi and Zed had gotten up. He had listened in silently to their entire conversation, the topic even drifting back to himself somehow. He had noticed Hitoshi's look of incredible, unadulterated sadness over something when Zed had mentioned 'killing for the assassin mission.' To be quite honest, it surprised him that Hitoshi had reacted such a way to the mention and speculation of one person killing another. He - no, she - always seemed to be the type that could easily take someone out if the need arose. Arthur himself knew that there was a meaning behind her skills with a ninja-to and Naginata, though the latter was, for some reason, gone. Obviously, Hitoshi didn't find meaning to work as a guard; that much was already apparent. It wouldn't be too surprising if Hitoshi worked as a cutthroat at a certain point in time, if the kitsune were to be honest.*\n\n*They talked and talked, mostly about things that Arthur really couldn't understand. For instance, something about 'No matter how far you run, your shadows always follow.' He took that in a literal sense, but also knew the metaphorical meaning behind it as well. Though, what kind of significance did that phrase even have? Coupled with Zed's relentless monologue about how she was apparently 'Too soft, too emotional,' Blah blah blah. It annoyed him on how wise Zed was trying to sound, which caused Arthur to grow a slight distaste for the man himself. Acting so high and mighty, causing his friend to sulk within the background didn't really help his case either.*\n\n*Zed and Hitoshi said their goodbyes to each other, with Zed looking as arrogant as ever as he strode into the middle of the restaurant. He was enveloped in a black mist which turned the surrounding area dark, but due to Arthur's own vision being naturally enhanced, he could see Zed as plainly as day. However, once he blinked, Zed was just... Gone. Probably exiting VIA the door. Hitoshi, however, sulked as she got up from her own seat, looking... Really depressed, actually. It almost made Arthur reciprocate the sadness that she exuded. Obviously, his friend was troubled, and it was his duty as Hitoshi's friend to try and listen and hear her out - possibly easing the burden on her mind.*\n\n\"Hey, Hitoshi, you really ok? That Zed guy seemed like a huge dickhead, if I'm going to be honest. You, though, look pretty sad yourself. What's wrong?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As Hitoshi leaves the building, she takes a turn into a nearby alleyway and beckons Arthur. She isn't afraid of the local cutpurses or hooligans, even despite her now vulnerable state. She can take care of herself. And she can hear things from a mile away these days. Her Night Vision was on par with a Water Macen's, as well. So she isn't afraid of being jumped.\n\nShe continues to adopt that soulful, broken look. The look of realisation. Of guilt. Not that Hitoshi isn't aware of her guilt, but it hit her again like a boulder as she talked to Zed.\n\nThat was someone she associated with. And she regarded everything Zed said as correct, even if it was a little pretentious.\n\nAnd then the back of Hitoshi's mind started telling her things. It told her things all the time. But it got louder when Zed brought everything up. \n\nHitoshi sighs.*\n\n\"Arthur, I am a bad person. I have done horrible, **Horrible** Things I never told you I did.\n\nI won't explain too much. But... I can see you going down that path. I know I should really be trying to arrest you. But if that is the case, I should be arrested too. And life was kind enough to give me a second chance. So I want to give you that chance.\n\nPlease don't become like me.\""
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Following Hitoshi into the dark alleyway, his own senses would be able to see a pretty good deal inside. He confirmed that there were no ambushers and the whatnot hiding their filthy selves inside the alley, so he relaxed a good bit as he walked in. Most people would be feeling anxious, maybe even a bit terrified, at the prospect of wandering into a dark alley alone, but Arthur was relieved seeing that this space was scarce of any people besides him and Hitoshi.\n\nHe saw that she still kept that scorned, pitiful look on her face. From what he's seen from her before her transformation into a woman, he really wasn't the type to just become depressed like that all of a sudden. Most likely, it was something that the bastard water Macen had said that caused her to feel so down; Arthur silently swore to himself that the next time he saw him, he'd definitely give that prick a piece of his own mind. Arthur himself looked relatively at ease, even going so far as to reveal his fox tails and ears as they delved further into the alley. The soft glow of his tails would illuminate the narrow space, revealing both of their faces in the light. He went silent for a brief moment, seeing that this was quite the awkward situation, but then Hitoshi began talking about how she didn't want Arthur to go down the wrong path, and how she also did horrible things.*\n\n*A combination and scramble of puzzled thoughts mixed with concerned emotion and unbridled curiosity was whipped up within Arthur's mind. On the one hand, he wanted to comfort Hitoshi, though he really wasn't sure on how he was to do that. He truly felt bad for his friend, even when she did say that she should be arresting him right now, but really couldn't bring himself to dislike her. If it were anyone else, he would've beat them where they stood, in order to be safe and not have them spread the word that they met 'Criminal at Large, Arthur Dax,' but he really couldn't bring himself to think anything of the sorts to Hitoshi. The kindness she exuded as she spoke told more than her words ever would; she genuinely didn't want Arthur to follow a criminal path, and really wanted to give him a second chance to become... Innocent.*\n\n*He however, didn't reciprocate that thought.*\n\n\"Hitoshi,\" He spoke in a kind tone. \"Look, We've both done and committed extremely horrific things. There were some that Ive done that I find especially vile, even upon looking back at them now. I really appreciate your concern for me, but I... Kind of don't feel like taking that 'second chance' you speak of. Frankly, I enjoy my life as of now. It's not that bad; In this style of life, I'm truly free.\n\nAnd I'm never going to give that up. Not willingly.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi pauses. For a while. A good long while. A **Very** Long time.*\n\n*She steps back slowly, a look of... Sheer betrayal. But she doesn't get emotional. Hitoshi's never been one to show emotions. Inside, she's burning with rage, and drowning in her own internal tears. She isn't really sure what to do now.\n\nWhat can she do? Hitoshi tried to point out the regret she had over choosing that life. But Arthur doesn't seem to get it. Maybe he'll change his mind some other time. God only knows.\n\nAll Hitoshi knows, is that despite an outburst of rage had long ago, she really doesn't want to hurt Arthur. But if she has to...*\n\n\"Just don't do anything else horrible. Please? I lived this life. I **Lived** It. And **I** Am telling **You** That it's not worth it. But if you don't listen to me... At least try to hold onto some morals, unlike what I did.\"\n\n\"Be better than me.\"\n\n*The best Silnarian Hitoshi has spoken... Ever. Hitoshi wishes she could celebrate that. But she really can't, considering the circumstances.*\n\n*What a day. What a lovely day.*"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would look puzzled a bit at Hitoshi's initial expression, which was a drawn out look of betrayal plastered on her face. As to who had betrayed who, Arthur himself was not too sure - was it something he had said? Yeah... That was probably the most likely cause for why Hitoshi was acting this way.\n\nHe kept staring her down, noticing the aura of tension within the air. Whereas he was relaxed and somewhat carefree like before, his brain instincitvely sent signals to his body that he was somehow in danger. He tensed up like he would when preparing for combat, though he couldn't really see anyone to do combat with in the first place. After all, the only people in the alleyway as of now were Hitoshi and himself, and Arthur really didn't want to fight his friend, but if he were forced to defend himself, it wouldn't matter who the attacker was; he would fight back with his full force.*\n\n\"I really can't say that I won't due anything *Horrible*, per se. Whatever I find the most enjoyment doing is what I'll do, no matter what it may be. There's really not anything holding me back now, is there? The Government's out for my head, so why not go all out and make them actually work for my bounty? \n\nIt may not be worth it for you, but for me, I guess I'm just living how I want to live. I've got morals as well... I think. To me, it seems like what happened in the past is something you want to keep to yourself. I'll respect that, and I won't touch on it any further. I just hope you stop feeling down, my friend.\""
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"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki explores the markets of the merchant and artisan district of new salvainia, not wanting to purchase something but to get ideas. After her meeting with Almann she put her effort into expanding her mold earth to metals. She's gotten the hang of it but hasn't felt like any of her pieces were to her level of quality. This was why Ralki was here, totally not to look around and see all the cool stuff, only serious stuff. She finds a stall of a locksmith showing off his decorated and gilded locks and keys, they look absolutely stunning.*"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "Meanwhile, a new face has found herself back in her homeland. She has travelled far and wide, seeing just about the border of the next nation. In modern terms, that isn't that far, not wide, but in Drase terms, that was pretty damn good! She was quite a stunning person. Her red hair flowing behind her as she looks for a new book for her travels. She carried an old, worn out book. It was labelled Laebhar, as in Book in a strange dying langauge from somewhere in the Mentian lands. \n\nShe seemed to be dressed strangely. She wore black and red clothing, with some hints of white and grey, namely her shirt and ascot. It looked like it costs a lot honestly. But what was more eye catching was the intricate blade she carried. It looked like something a noble would carry around! Not some random bucket kicker, but some damn noble! Definitely didn't look like it was supposed to be used for battle, and it didn't even look used at all. \n\nBut if course, it wasn't smart to test any stranger. Especially when they have a sword and are probably a full foot taller than you. But as fate wills it, she ended up right smack next to Ralki, staring at the locks. She definitely needed a lock for her book. Not for functionality, rather for aesthetics... But she was in a bit of a financial struggle. She lost a lot of money from being attacked by a rivalling Investigator. \n\nShe sighed to herself, almost coming out as a scoff. Almost. It still sounded like a sigh, just... More tired and more weary sounding. Been a long journey\n\n\"Ah yes... Locks. I've just been searching for a locksmith\"\n\nShe whispered to herself as she surveyed everything the owner had to offer. Simple iron ones to the more... Intricate, shiny, engraved, jewel crusted, whatever locks. Pretty! Probably expensive too. Not in her budget. She needed to work a lot if she wanted this..."
},
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"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Pretty, aren't they? I don't really need locks myself, but it's nice to see them. Or even buy them for their beauty. You know how Lora are good at detecting quality in metals? I think? Well you wouldn't even have to have a Lora check these out to know it's perfect.\" *She says vacant minded without realizing she was talking to someone. She looks at a specific lock, a dark blue and red one with its matching key next to it. The key has an opal imbedded in the base. The crafter certainly knew their stuff*\n\n\"I wish I could make stuff as beautiful as this.\""
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"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"I'm pretty sure you can make one with practice and the right books. If I can learn two langauges by myself by travelling and living with speakers, you can most definitely learn how to make these\"\n\nShe remembered a year ago when she lived in with a bunch of Einerfins, learning their language... Studying their trades, their culture, their lifestyle. She even tried to do Einerfin work! But of course, she was unable to. She was simply too weak for any truly physical labour. But of course, she was able to get one thing from them. Her sword. The sword that she carries right now. The same sword that costed her the same amount of money that Kohm would spend on prosthetics. The same amount of money Ferret would spend on her coffee. Yeah that's enough comparisond.\n\nBut still, the truth is the truth. With enough practice and the right environment, you will be able to build something like this. Heck, Elowen would probably excell at making locks and jewelry. She is known for her steady hand and excessively strong balance.\n\n\"I wish I was able to find something like this in my travels...\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki shoots up for a split second surprised someone is talking back to her, but then immediately recovers from that shock. What to tell her, oh yes, of course!*\n\n\"If you seriously want to see something amazing you should definitely check out my pottery. It is well known in the settlements I sold it in!\"\n\n*That might seem egotistical or fake but it is indeed the truth. She is certainly a prodigy of pottery and many would consider her to be a master potter... Though she does lack a skill that would help her go above and beyond, to truly wow everyone.*\n\n\"Though if I really want to be as good at this artisan, I have to learn how to work with metals... Which is why I'm here, I can already mold soft metals extremely well, but I just cannot find a style. What do you think?\""
},
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"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"I certainly think that would be nice, yes. But I won't know about these settlements if I'm not told about them yeah?\"\n\nShe mentioned, still affixed on the locks. Her right hand (woah wait is this Ferret's only right handed character?) was rested on her sword. She naturally leant on her left foot, her hip cocked slightly to compensate for the slantedness. Now that Ralki had a closer look on Elowen, she would see that the sword was finely engraved, not having a scabbard, rather being held by a Frog Scabbard. If she wanted to show off something, this is what she would show off. The blade shined in what little light was offered by the torches, even giving Ralki a reflection!\n\nBut honestly, she was quite impressed with Ralki. Someone who was good with their hands... Could actually make something and do something good with materials. She strived to be just like her, but she couldn't. She was told she wasn't meant for hard work by her parents and her late brother. She was raised to be a housewife and only a house wife. Of course she defied them, going as far as to enlisting in a militia. But of course, that wasn't for her. She left shortly after, travelling to the far lands! \n\n\"These locks are quite attractive yes, but it is quite expensive. Cheaper than another smith from up north, but still expensive.\""
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"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Mhmm, I mean I could totally purchase it but honestly it'd take me days to make that back... So you've been to the north? I particularly like Prasia works, despite their functionality over looks. I mean you'll never get a bad weapon or tool from them, I can guarantee that. There are some that I know that make some beautiful stuff\"\n\n*Man, reminiscing about her trips to Prasia makes her very nostalgic. She had been there many times to purchase tools and if her mother wanted something particularly extravagant she'd purchase something absolutely gorgeous from there. Ralki hadn't been there by herself since going on her own, huh?*\n\n\"It's so interesting huh? The locks, but I shouldn't dwell on one concept too much! That'll dampen my great mind if I lock my noggin into one idea! Do you want to check out other stalls with me? Since we're already talking I'd find it unnatural to stop here.\""
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"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"Yeah it'd be quite awkward if two people were to just suddenly stop talking while they were just getting started. The name is Elowen. I'm an Investigator and Language Enthusiast. What's yours?\"\n\nShe asked, reaching her hand out. It wasn't gloved like... Another woman she met. Very friendly gesture indeed! Her hand was soft and subtle. Just who was this lady? She definitely took care of her physical appearance. That's for sure. And she definitely- yeah no, for sure, she has a desk job. \n\nMaybe she came across a miracle skin preserver! Or... Maybe she is one of those people that don't age quickly. What were they called... Mages? She didn't look like a mage. What kind of mage doesn't wear a massive hat and carry a staff around? Definitely not one Elowen has met before. \n\nBut yes, she has been North. But in reality, she actually hasn't been North. She started to go North, ending up in the Eísauen Highlands in Mentia. Pretty place. Always green with grass or a pristine white from snow. She then somehow ended up in Einerfin territory... Which could be north? She thinks it's North but OOCly, I don't know.\n\n\"Yeah no, most definitely I would like to check out some stalls. It was refreshing to see home once again. I wonder how it changed in all these years\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*A figurative spark lights up in Ralki's eyes so bright it could be mistaken for actually light, an investigator! Investigators are adventurers too! She must have some stories. Wait, act cool about this, you cannot scare her off by being crazy.*\n\n\"So what languages do you know? Knowing multiple languages must open up the opportunity to knowing so many other cultures, right?\"\n\n*It kills Ralki to ask something like this despite it being boring to her. But sure, it's still a nice question to ask. Ralki begins to walk through the plaza with Elowen in tow. She looks with interest at all the stalls with the various jewelry, armor, and weaponry.*"
},
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"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"Well, I tend to focus on old, dying languages. I know this strange language spoken by around a hundred or so people. They call it Eísauen, but there is a massive variation between each person. You can't step on foot without hearing a slightly different dialect. There's another language spoken by Einerfins. I think they call it Güþmänn månngëispprachtung. Very strange... Word combinations are strange. Do you speak any other languages? It opens up new horizons, especially when you want to sell your wares to people who don't speak your language\"\n\nShe said, following after the person. What caught her eye was a gold ring... Shiny... Pretty... Gold... She shook herself out of her trance, catching up to Ralki. She really really liked gold... And she also really really liked shiny things. Like you could probably force her to submit to someone if she was promised a shiny thing. She is kinda like a cat! \n\nHer sword clinked on her trousers, not having a sharp blade itself. Just the tip. If that tip touches something... They will probably start to bleed... Just a bit. It was razor sharp and ultra hard. If she didn't have the enchantments she had, she wouldn't have such an excessively sharp tip!"
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"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Yeah, that einerfin language as well. I had to learn it to learn one of my spells. It was a similar technique to rune magic, but with certain characteristics of the language, you know? I don't particularly practice the language anymore though but those tall guys are nice.\"\n\n*Yep, Ralki is around the height of an einerfin, funny ain't it? Elowen would certainly know that all Flit's have an innate connection to a string of magical runes in their language. But something catches her attention!* \n\n\"O! Is that... Yes! It's high quality baskets! I needed one to... I don't remember why I needed it...\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "She just simply followed along. She didn't have anything to do. She didn't have anything to investigate... She should be fine around Ralki right? It's not like she'd get kidnapped or anything... Right? \n\nShe did certainly know. She was of course, completely fluent in the language. Though, she did have her own variations, but it was still understandable to just about every Einerfin in existence. \n\n\"Baskets? Those seem nice. I remember having to wear a basket as a hat... Was it a hat? I forget. I also remember having to wear a net... Mostly for hiding purposes.\"\n\nShe said, having her own unique experiences as an investigator. But something else caught her eye... A hat... A cool hat. A hat that looks like... A tricorn! She loves hats. But... She needed to save her money. She only had a steady flow of income from investors paying their due and clients paying off their ever so increasing depts."
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Hats! Of course hats! I had forgotten that they had existed... No I am not dumb, *Despite everyone calling me that.* It's just that I hadn't wore one or saw any much because it was kind of not the trend in my village.\"\n\n*Ralki looks around at the hats and finds a cool one. A hat with an image of an abomination embroidered onto it, she was clearly not on the same fancy hat stall Elowen was on.*\n\n\"Ooo ooo! Look at this! This would like perfect on you!\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "She looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. If someone could make a face of confusion, Elowen could. She just looked plain confused honestly. But she ignored her in the end. She didn't buy any hat, it wasn't really required for her. But what she did end up buying was... A... Bunch of netting? And... Leather straps? What was she using thay for? \n\nShe bought enough that the amount could easily conceal a small tent, her, and a dog. But of course, there was no dog... And of course, there was no tent. She was going to use these for something else. They wouldn't know. But these were essential for her! That and a bag... The total? Would come to around 90 silver. A lot of silver yes, but the investment was worth it.\n\n\"Ah yes... Nets. My own nets... And a bag! Perfect. I now don't have to worry about hiding no more!\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"I'm just going to ignore you said that last part! So as an investigator what have you done? I'd think it'd be an interesting job, but frankly not for me. It feels like a waiting sort of job rather than the action I crave\"\n\n*Ralki has now completely forgotten about looking around at stalls. She didn't seem to notice Elowen's confusion one bit.*\n\n\"If you ask me, I'd say adventurer and bounty hunting is where it's at! Perfect amount of action! Though not many are skilled enough to be able to do so and that makes me special\" \n\n*This time her ego may be a little... Misplaced, y'know? It isn't like she isn't skilled, but calling her special for having those skills is rather egotistical. She certainly has the experience of an adventurer.*"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"Well, I investigate and hunt troublesome monsters. If anything, I'm just a glorified adventurer who just happens to hunt monsters you know?\" \n\nShe said, being literally what Ralki wanted to be. But as an investigator, she also gets to do... Less than fun things. Like find and take a person with a bounty. She might as well just be a bounty hunter, but she doesn't want to see herself like that. It simply wasn't in her to call herself a bounty hunter. \n\nBut there might by a tiny discrepancy. What kind of monster hunter walks around with what seems to be just a lighter and more pointy rapier? She must either be an idiot or an extremely skilled fighter. Or both... Both could also work"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"So cool-\" *Ralki blurts our before slapping her own mouth to stop her from speaking, accidentally hurting herself in the process.* \"Yeah, I hunt monsters too. That abomination hat I suggested was because currently that's my most taken down beast, 2 or 3 times. They're frankly quite easy the beat, get them down once and they'll never recover.\"\n\n*That adventure was certainly a fun one, the one with Mevis not the necromancy... The necromancers fireball really hurt and I didn't realize it until a second later...*"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"I see I see. You seem to have it better than me. I'm better off hunting vampires. Well, only the vampires that go sour of course. Not all vampires are good. I've... Killed two in my whole life. I'm also... Well, interested in this Vampire, but I won't name any names.\"\n\nShe said, hinting towards... Well, a specific wanted vampire who is currently attacking a village. He has made quite a name for himself yeah? That... And a massive bounty! That bounty could be nice to give out to the poor. But of course, she wasn't able to sustain a lifestyle like that.\n\nShe hasn't been to many quests. She has always done things in her own... And let's just say her win:lose ratio isn't really that good... But it still makes her money and she hasn't starved to death yet! \n\n\"I haven't seen any abominations, I always tend to get routed before I even have a chance to say hi and invite it over for some tea\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"When you say the vampire bounty do you mean the kitsune one? I heard she recently burnt down a section of a forest...\" *Ralki wasn't sure Elowen is actually talking about her, but a hunch told Ralki it was the case. But even if not, Ralki wouldn't care in the least as she didn't care about hunting vampires as she only takes the quests on a whim.*\n\n\"So off that subject, what else do you do? I'm interested.\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner",
"message": "\"Well other than that... I kinda just exist. I don't do much other than go on investigations, learn a new a language... And maybe just the occasional drink at the pub. Though, being alone tends to be the fickle. But I prefer working alone. Tends to not be in their best interests to delve as deep as I go. If anything, I probably have a price on my head in the underworld\"\n\nShe said, nodding. She was getting ahead of herself, but there wasn't something she couldn't beat right? Wrong. Just about any magic use could absolutely stomp on her. \n\nBut yes, Ralki was right. Elowen was hunting Arthur. She definitely was. If she sees him, the sword is coming out and he will be Kohmed... With what is effectively a dangerous toothpick... Well, a long, metal toothpick.\n\n\"But... I should be getting in now. It is dark and I am being hunted myself. Good meeting you... Still didn't catch your name. Hope we meet in the future with equal and mutually good terms\"\n\nAnd like that... She sprinted off. She was off to go do her own things. Her sword was pretty. Wonder if an Einerfin made it for her"
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "Ah yes, the gang's all here. The gang of three people, Elowen, Celaena and Leon. They travel through the city for Elowen since she has to grab the clothes that's on standby for her. Leon's eyes search the different salesmen. He wants a new woolen upper garment. The cost varies because people are trying to make as much money as possible. But he can spot a bad deal in a mere moment. He steps to a market place due to him noticing a dark sweater-like garment. \"You two can go ahead of me, I'll catch up.\" He says to the woman that are travelling with him. He likes the design, even though it doesn't serve much use in a fight. He didn't mind it though, he's pretty confident in his defensive abilities. He touches the arm of the garment and asks the owner: \"How much for this piece?\" The man looks at Leon with a toothy smile and says \"70 silver.\" Leon reaches into his pocket. It seems that he grabbed about 120 silver after running out of his room. He counts for a moment before handing the man his cash. \"Nice place you got here. However, it's a bit too open.\" He critiques. The man raises an eyebrow. \"Hm?\" Leon wraps the garment neatly in his arm. \"Someone with quick hands can snatch something quite easily. I've had it done to me quite a few times. Maybe invest in a spell or guard of some sort.\" He explains. The man, who seems middle aged, laughs at the statement. \"I'll be just fine, boy.\" He retaliates."
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She gave him a thumbs up, approaching her old friend. Ah yes, Mr Eljorson. A Northern Salvainia man who specialises in just about everything Elowen needs. If he wasn't able to do that, he would pass it on to his buddies. \n\nThey spoke in a strange language. Definitely not the language she speaks to Leon. Sounds very gruff and strong. Most definitely not the kind of speak you would have with a royalty. You would get your head lobbed off! \n\nHe opened a wooden crate, taking out... A lot of things. Gloves, clothing, boots, and a longsword. It was slightly longer than a normal one, but shorter than a war sword. Pretty! Nice Ox Hide wrapped handle, beautiful ornate hilt, and of course... The blade. A beautiful blade designed for the best of stabbing and cutting. \n\nHe then pointed to a small booth, where she promptly skitted to, disappearing for a few moments. After 10 or so minuted, she would appear yet again, looking like a new woman! She wore a new white linen shirt, which included a new frilly ascot tie. On top of it, she would be wearing a brown tunic, which had 4 pockets that sat flat on her tunic. It was tightened to her with both her sword belt, and her new longsword, which sat sheathed on her back. She also had new breeches... And of course, leather boots. Her hands wete covered in... Leather gloves, a Slouch hat in hand, and of course, a gambeson in her bag. She can't be too careful of course. \n\nShe passed her old clothing to the man, giving him a nice big bag of coins. The man was probably going to copy the designs of these... They were pretty, but they were old. \n\n\"Ahhhh feels good to be wearing new clothing\"\n\nShe said, approaching Celæna, who was probably doing something else!"
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena — rather than doing something else — remained close to Elowen, like a child to their parent. She watched as Elowen spoke in a strange language and purchased clothes, and waited for her to return from the booth. When Elowen returned, Celaena silently nodded, but then decided to say something.* \"I... Um... I'm sorry if I acted kind of... Weird... Last night... I'm not very experienced with the effects of alcohol, and well... It's kind of a hazy memory... And I just wanted to apologize in case I did anything rude...\" *It seemed to take a great bit of effort to say that, but she seemed slightly more relieved after getting it out. She waits in apprehension for Elowen's reply.*"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "\"It's completely fine. I've met plenty more people that would act worse when drunk\"\n\nShe said, approaching the girl with a... Shoulder pat. Anyways, she left the shop, looking for her companions to... Show off her. New kit. A nice... Brown uniform! \n\nShe turned back to Celæna with a smile\n\n\"Lets go find our friend?\""
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*A wave of relief passes over her, visibly changing her stance and expression. She nods, a gentle smile now on her face.* \n\n\"Yes, let's.\""
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "After talking with the man that he considers delusional, Leon walks around the city looking for his friends. He travels in the direction that they were going, hoping it would lead to them. He calls out their names as well. He doesn't want to resort to calling their names out because that might be embarrassing."
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She heard him calling their names as she well, took steps back to where they started. It took a while, but she found him. Found him in an interesting way at least. Compared to him, she was tiny! She kinda walked in the crowd, eventually bumping into him. Literally bumping into him. Kinda like the bumping into him that you would expect a distracted walker to do to a light pole! \n\nThump! He would probably see a person in all khaki browns bash face first into him. Oh well. Hello there! She was back! She also seemed to have new stuff! That was good at least\n\n\"Uwah! Oh hi! Hello! You're here\"\n\nShe said, walking back, waving at him. She wasn't embarrassed that she just bashed into her friend. It was a good thing! She found her friend."
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "He calls out once more before stopping. Maybe they heard, maybe they didn't. His excellent eyesight that he gets from being a water macen doesn't really help since there are so many people around. He squeezes through the crowd, continuing in the direction that they went. He wonders if she's even done at this point. Someone bumps directly into him. He looks down, hoping the person doesn't fall backwards. They're shorter than him. In fact the person in this brown clothing looks a lot like... Oh! It's Elowen! And there's Celaena behind her! This is quite fortunate. He quickly grabs her shoulder to help her stabilize just in case she falls backwards. \"Hey. Sorry about that.\" He chuckles. \"Nice clothing you got here. I only wanted something light like this.\" He gestures to his dark woolen sweater. He looks at Celaena. \"Celaena, you didn't find anything for yourself?\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She was easily grabbed, his hands was easily able to wrap around her shoulders too. She sort of... Squeezed up like a plastic bag as he held her. She sort of jiggled since she had so much momentum being reversed. Quite an interesting ordeal. Since you have already seen her new clothes, no need to describe it. But now... She has a new cool sword to play with. Cost a lot, but it was worth it! \n\nShe nodded to his complement, giving him a grin. She loves Khaki in general. She loves this specific style of clothes because... It gives her that feeling of control for some reason. That and she really just likes wearing formal clothing\n\n\"Thanks thanks. What'd you get? I'm not very good at... Noticing\"\n\nShe said, looking around him as she was most likely still being held. Head wiggle to find those changes. She hopes she can find it. She probably can't..."
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "He releases her quickly, hoping he didn't break something. Leon also notices her new sword, which is bigger than the one before. It looks like it's designed better and it fits her new khaki style too! He takes his sweater from it's wrapped form around his arm and opens it up for her to see. It's isn't anything special or fancy, but simplistic. It speaks to his outward and expressed personality. \"This, silly. I think it'll fit my style.\" He states, looking at it. \"Where are we off to now? We could do some random exploring if you two would like.\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She nods, giving him a thumbs up. Seems interesting enough. She honestly doesn't know what to say because... She might say the wrong thing. She turned around, looking towards the mountains... Then to the forest...\n\nShe doesn't know where to go, but she really wants to go somewhere. Her hands here on her waist, her shortsword sitting in it's frog sheath, while her long sword sat on her back. It didn't look like it was made to be unsheathed from the back, rather, it looks like it was supposed to be removed when they were travelling in hazardous areas! \n\nWe have to follow realism! The sheath was mounted on a thick leather strap, which went from her right shoulder, down to her left hip. Kinda squeezed her body a bit, but that was fine. Seemed pretty easy to take- oop look! She was taking it off! The sheath came off super easily, Elowen carrying it in her left hand now \n\n\"Well, there are mountains... Then there are forests. We could always try to find a desert for something new. Or maybe! Travel to another country. That sounds like massive fun eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena seemed to just follow along. She didn't appear to have bought anything, but whether that's due to a lack of money or an excess of supplies is unknown. She didn't have all that much she could contribute to the conversation, other than small comments that she decided to just keep to herself. She didn't even give her own opinion on where they should go, just remaining quiet.*"
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "Leon notices how quiet Celaena has been. This day has honestly been about him and Elowen. He also gives a lot of thought to the suggestions made by Elowen. A different country huh? It does sound exciting. He'd be able to find such interesting and unique items on that journey. He'd have go back home and close up shop, but first he decides to give Celaena some attention. \"Celaena what would you like to do?\" He asks. \"And if you want some clothes, I can pitch in with the cost if you'd like.\""
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*She furrows her brow, thinking for a moment, contemplating his offer.* \"Well... The only thing I can really think of at the moment... Would be to get a cloak to keep the rain off. B-but I'm sure I can afford it on my own, you shouldn't have to give me anything else atop what you've already done for me...\" *She pulls out a coin pouch, filled with about a hundred coins of various types, though whether it's copper, silver, or gold is unknown from just looking at it.*"
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "He nods to Celaena with a short smile. He doesn't mind helping out as he's shown. He wants everyone to feel secure, as much as he can. He sees the small coin pouch, wondering if it'll be enough to purchase a cloak. He shrugs, knowing that she said she could afford it. \"Then let's go find you a cloak. Then I think we should head back to the shop for a good night's sleep before travelling anywhere really, especially to a different country.\" He pauses for a moment before continuing. \"It does sound like massive fun though. I haven't travelled much, particularly this year.\" He turns to look at the various markets that're around the three of them. More and more are open due to the morning ending soon. The crowd gets bigger and claustrophobic, which means they'd have to move rather quickly before they get lost again."
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She nods to the two, just following along. She didn't really have anything else to do. She hasn't gotten a request yet... And nothing bad is really happening. All she needs is to just... Relax... And make friends! That should be easy right? Friends are great! They help you do things... They make you happy, oh oh and they are pretty cool sometimes. \n\nBut anyways, she did move quickly, not wanting to get attacked in the crowd. Not that she couldn't defend herself or anything... It's just there are a lot of people and that tends to make it hard to fight! Hmmm, she still needed to duel Celæna... That would be fun innit? Elowen's swordsmanship needed some dusting off. She hasn't been fighting a lot... That's to be expected. \n\nShe was feeling... Slightly nervous. Too many people in the crowd. It made her head spin... Just slightly. She could still walk, but she squeezed in with her group. Scary. Too many people. Not her comfort zone"
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*The trio made their way towards a clothing shop, stepping in. It had lots of clothes of different types, from tunics, to veils, to hoods, to cloaks. She walked over towards a few cloaks, picking out a brilliant cerulean blue cloak, taking it towards the shopkeeper.*\n\n\"How much for this cloak?\" *She asked.*\n\n\"Ah, excellent choice! That one is worth five silver.\"\n\n*She pulled out her coin pouch, pulling out five silver pieces, and handing them to the shopkeeper. She put the cloak on, fastening the clasp at the collar, and putting the hood on.* \"...Um... How does it look?\" *She asked, as she returned to her new friends.*"
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "As they made their way to the shop, Leon takes another glance at Elowen's new sword. It's nice but looks heavier. Obviously though, she knows what she's doing. He, on the other hand, hasn't had much experience with a sword. Hell, he's probably had more experience with his crossbow than any sharp object. So why not ask the professional monster hunter at your disposal? \"Hey Elowen, how do you choose your swords? Isn't that one more difficult to use? I mean, it looks heavier than your last. Is it a personal preference or something else?\"\n\nOnce they get to the shop, he looks around. Not a bad place, definitely more secure than the guy he encountered beforehand. He steps to the shopkeeper along with Celaena and watches him as they converse. He then watches her as she slides on the cloak. \"Aw, it looks so cute on you!\" He exclaims. He didn't mean any offence or mockery, he's just being honest. He smiles at her and continues \"I think it fits your clothing nicely.\"\n\nAt this point, it's around 2:00 PM, near the day's busiest time, which isn't good for almost paranoid people like Elowen and Leon. He sighs as he looks at the crowd, thinking. *\"This is why I don't come outside often. I hope that wherever we end up going, we won't have to deal with crowds like these.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She stood there, thinking. How does she choose her swords. She thinks it's jusy her Intuition. What function does it serve... Is it any better than her own sword? How would. She use it? Hmmm. Lots of thoughts are going through her mind right now.\n\n\"Hmmm, well, I mainly think of what I need in a sword, and what function it can serve. I have a long sword because my short sword doesn't have the reach\"\n\nShe said, patting her own sword. She looked a Celæna, nodding to the girl. Pretty cape. Elowen decided that she is buying one. Plus, she has one more stop to make. Don't worry, it's in the outskirts\n\n\"Hrmmmm I guess I'll be needing a cloak myself. Mine broke down a long time ago\"\n\nAnd like always, she picked out the most Khaki looking one. This cloak was slightly darker than the rest of her clothes, but it gave it some texture. It was quite nice, but it was slightly more expensive than Celæna's cloak. 6 silver? Well, it's worth it since... She wants to explore the deserts! \n\nShe put it on, turning to the two for... Well, their honest opinions! Does it look good on her? It was quite a long cloak, going down to her ankles. It didn't have a hood, but it was held on by a pretty chain. It matched her kit very well. \n\n\"How is it?\""
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "He listens to her answer, maybe a bit too closely since the answer itself was a bit laid back. He doesn't want anything too heavy, not that he couldn't learn to use it, but that he'd have to carry it everywhere. Besides, he has a long reach. He'd much rather a short sword or even a knife to protect himself. Like an assassin. \"Interesting.\" \n\nHe watches as she goes to buy her own cloak. Of course, she buys the one with a similar design to her clothing. What do you expect? He thinks about buying a cloak for himself, but he already has a heavy, protective garment for himself. Also, he though of cloaks as more of a female thing. \"That one also looks cute on you. Definitely matches your style.\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She nods to him. A common symbol for thanks! She likes being complemented. It makes her feel happy. \n\n\"Thanks...\"\n\nShe said, turning towards the door now. What now? Are they going to do something? Or are they just going to chill here... Or at home"
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "He looks at the two of them. When you think about the equipment, they're rather similar. In fact, it's as if they're twins! Except, one likes brown and the other likes blue. They both own swords, which again makes him think about buying his own. Something that matches his style of fighting though. He couldn't imagine buying a glaive or warhammer. Leon also turns to the door. A small amount of bright sunshine and energy emit from the window. It's constantly covered by the people passing by. He opens the exit and steps out in front of the marketplace. He also holds the door for his two companions for whenever they're ready. He searches for a shop that could offer him something decent. He doesn't want a sword or dagger that's expensive because it'll mostly be used for practice. It would also have to be rather easy to use. One market catches his eye, about 200 feat away. The man standing at the front seems to sell melee weapons. Jackpot! But... Instead of eagerly running over like a child, he reasonably waits for Elowen and Celaena. Once they exit, he says \"One last stop for me; that melee weapons shop over there.\" He gestures to it. \"I'll be right back, unless you want to follow along. I suggest staying here since I don't want us to get lost again in this terribly huge crowd.\" He states.\n\n{"
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She shook her head when he talked. Seemed like she was zoning out a wee bit eh? She just seemed to stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what had just occured and what had not. He opened the door... He looked outside to search for something, then he said there was one last stop. She nodded to him, readjusting her cloak so the cloak covers her left side. Kinda like a overly fancy uniform! There is a reason for this. Her sword is sheathed on the left side. This allows her to both hide and protect her sword. Plus, if someone does try to fight them with a bladed weapon, she can use the cloak like a hand gambeson, wrapping it on their sword as she pushes the killing blow. She gave him a thumbs up. She is definitely following. \n\nShe sort of sauntered towards him with some slightly exaggerated hip movement, though that's really just her. It's a tactic with the boys. They (hopefully) tend to focus on the smexxy parts of a girl before they realise they are being hunted. She's simply using Leon as practice. But they were still friends! She gave him a shoulder pat, as if she was trying stop him right there. She promptly released him after as to not... Completely fry him. \n\n\"I'll be joining you in this journey then\"\n\nShe said, walking out the door, facing back to the two. She leaned on one leg, which just happened to be her right leg, her hand resting on her hip. She was eagerly waiting now. Plus, just at that same shop, she spotted something interesting... A hunting horn? She definitely needed that on her... And maybe a water flask if they're going to a hot desert... And maybe some flint and steel if they are going to a cold desert! She is a survivalist, but she can't survive on her own. If the three are going somewhere dangerous, she is relying on the one person with range experience to get their food... Mostly because Elowen isn't stealthy."
},
{
"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena stayed close to Elowen, despite the fact that they only met the night before. She contemplated saying something, but ultimately decided against it. There wasn't much she could contribute to the conversation anyway, so she just stayed close, trying not to get lost in the crowd.*"
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "Leon doesn't give too much thought to Elowen's saunter. He just watches until she's finished. I mean, I guess her tactic worked, but mostly because he was confused rather than... Entertained. The biggest reason she or even Celaena could successfully attack him at pretty much any given moment is because he's let his guard down while with them. That sounds insane for people he just met, but along with being kind, they didn't steal anything from his shop, which is good for trust building in his case. He nods at the both of them, honestly glad that they're willing to join him. He reaches downward to take the both of their hands so they don't get lost in the crowd. He starts walking through the crowd, making a sort of line through it with his body while also trying not to bump into anyone. It takes a moment, but they reach the shop. He releases their hands and grab the handle of the door, opening it for them and taking a peak inside with the limited view that he has. \n\nIt's a well designed small shop. The owner's swords hang from the yellow and purple painted walls. Greatswords, longswords, daggers, knives, shields, etc. Unfortunately, the prices on these items were quite expensive. Leon has visited the area beforehand. He's also visited shops similar to this one. But he's never been as interested in purchasing something like a melee weapon as much as he is now. Due to peer pressure. Even so, he knows the general price of the weapons, so to see that it increased since he's been there means he should probably start understanding this side of the selling business soon before he's left behind. The man that was standing outside is now standing at a table. A few boxes are in the corner. They seem to be for money and extra equipment. Leon walks to him an asks him about the various different weapons that he sees. His questions are similar to the ones he gave Elowen. He want's a different perspective. Doesn't mean that Elowen's answers didn't matter though."
},
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She walked forward, taking in the surroundings as they travelled through the large crowd. There were many people from different walks of life, such as the ordinary farmer, who were dressed in muddied clothes from an early morning of work, to the middle class, who were dressed in clothes made without the thought of using it for work. Truly a diverse crowd! You could even see at least one of every race walking around. Elves, Beastkin, etc. Though, there was one thing missing. Oriates. She thinks she has never seen an oriate before, though, she most likely has. They are quite good at hiding. Their abilities to change their appearance works well. She thinks the only reliable way to find them is to simply just ask around. She honestly doesn't want to do this because... First, it's quite embarrassing and awkward to just yell out 'IS ANYONE AN ORIATE?' because... That's dumb! She just really wants to meet an oriate. She loves reading stories from the Eísauen about the deities who have the ears and tail of a fox.\n\nMoments after her... Freedom, she was taken by the hand by Leon, pulling her back from her thoughts into real life. She slowed/sped up her pace to match them, her cloak somewhat just... Flapping about on her side. Her longsword was mounted on her back, not really doing much of anything. She wasn't expecting any combat. She wasn't even expecting to be able to use her long sword in such a packed space. You see, long swords are long, and when you are in a very tight space, you have a better chance with weapons like Elowen's Claybeg. Or short sword if you don't understand. But of course, with everything I do, I must describe her clothing. It was very well made for work clothes. It fit her really well, the tunic fitting her curves. Of course there was slack so she can move and grow, but it was quite a nice fit. It was held together by her sword belt and other sword belt that carried her sword. As with before, her long sword's strap sort of squeezed her assets, which of course... Made sure everyone knew she was a girl. It was easy to forget. She was strong, independent. Completely different from a lot of girls who have to serve the men in their family.\n\nOnce they entered the shop, she took a look around, taking in the sights. She has never been here before. She stared at the swords... Deciding against buying any more. She has one thing she needs. She eyed the strange... Circular object with a sort of opening on both sides. She silently walks towards the assistant, asking them about that specific item. It was... Made of brass. A horn? What is she using a horn for? Well, she gets bored, and she needs a way to project her information out... Soooo, she wants to buy a hunting horn. Those tend to be very good for beginning and ending a hunt, but they were also really good for sending information out. You have the attack call, awakening, and sunset. Truly a multi-use tool. Of course, she took out her worn out, faded, leather bag, taking out the appropriate amount of money to pay for it. And now, she has her horn and cord. The cord went from her left shoulder, down to her right hip, so she can easily grab the horn with her right hand.\n\nShe waited for Leon to finish his business, before turning to her group with her hips cocked, bending over. Her hands were on her hips as she stared at the two. She wanted to know how she looked. She was very self conscious about how she looked honestly. But that is to be expected. She was still young and she was still growing. Heck, she might as well still be a teenager with how self conscious she is. \n\n\"How do I look? My stuff is complete... And I don't think I need anything else!\""
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"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "The man that stands at the table looks like he could be in his late 60s. His face is unshaven, his eyes a bit dull and his hands are soft and somewhat shaky. His clothing isn't as clean as it could be, especially his shoes. He doesn't looks like the type of man to be running a shop by himself, while at the same time fitting a description of an owner. Despite his appearance, he has a pleasantness to himself. His voice is soft and calming as he explains to Leon everything he wants to know. It's interesting because Leon gives off a similar friendly vibe, but the man's seems more... Genuine. There's no indication that he has something to hide or that he had a difficult background. Leon isn't as perfect. His tone is less mature (Go figure) and more firm. He's someone Leon should inspire to be like. Should. \"May I see your steel short sword?\" The macian asks the older man. \"Of course you may, young man.\" The owner responds as turns to his wall of swords. He carefully reaches to grab the requested weapon. He pulls it down and hands it to Leon with his palms out, a standard and fundamental way of give a sword to someone. \"This isn't bad..\" Leon observes it closely. His fingers just slightly run on the edges as he observes the steel. His macian abilities guard his fingers from being cut. Either way, he isn't pressing on it so tightly. He turns it a few times, testing how light it is. \"This isn't bad at all.\" He sets it on the tablet. \"40 silver right?\" Leon raises an eyebrow as he asks. The man smiles. \"You're correct.\" Leon digs into his pocket to grab the rest of his coins. He has about 53 silver left. He counts them in his hand then gives the man his money. \"Here you go.\" He states. \"Pleasure doing business with you.\" He states as grabs his sword. He slides it into his quiver. It doesn't belong there but... He doesn't really mind.\n\nLeon turns to his group with a nice smile. Unlike Elowen is about to, he doesn't ask their opinion on his new weapon. One reason is because he's already asked them about it. He's also seen their weapons in comparison with their bodies. He believes that he made the right choice. (And either way, he was running out of the money that he was carrying.) His plan is to practice with the short sword in order to get used to managing a melee weapon in general. His training at Kadho wasn't the best, mostly because he didn't give much attention to it, which leads to the other reason. It's a slightly darker reason, one that has to deal with his mentality. But anyways! He notices that Elowen has decides to buy yet another item. A horn huh? Maybe it'll be useful for her hunting. Or for calling out to her companions if she might get lost. A soft chuckle escapes his breath, not at her, but in general. They went out and spent more than they expected to, something a bunch of old friends would do. She asks her validation question, which is similar to the question she asked beforehand. He can sense her slight lack of confidence in her looks. Someone who also senses it is the older man, who decides to speak up about it immediately. \"Gorgeous! Your whole clothing design is put together quite well! I love it!\" He pauses for a moment to hold himself up on the table with his hands. \"Don't ever doubt yourself, young woman. Seriously!\" He looks at Leon and Celaena and continues \"You too! You're all too young to have doubts about yourself.\" Leon smiles at him then to Elowen. He pats the girl's shoulder and says \"What he said.\" He then walks to the door. \"Thanks sir. We'll be going now.\""
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "\"Wah really!? Thanks a lot sir!\"\n\nShe was immediately cut off by Leon, who planted his hands jam smack down onto her shoulders. She might as well would have grown shorter because of this. She was already tiny! Five foot five isn't anything impressive. If anything, she was as tall as any generic 15 year old. But oh well, too late to do anything. She chuckled at the agreement to the old man, following Leon out the door. She turned to the old man, giving him a grin and well... Bowing. She left the building, staying close to her comrade. What did they intend on doing now? She eyed his sword. It looks good! Can't wait to see what he is able to do with it. As she followed along, she had returned to her normal style of walking, which was just... Walking. Not excessively smexy hip sway or hand on hips.\n\nJust normal walking, her right hand going out with her left leg. \n\nThere was the clack of her boots hitting the ground. Hmmm? What's this? A metal toe plate and... Small tacks? Well, this was obviously intentional by design. It is dangerous to have slippery feet in environments she ends up in. So, of course, she would buy ones with metal tacks inlaid to allow her just that much more traction. Going up her body with the details, her cape would sway in the wind, her sword being completely covered. It did its job very well, being used to hide her sword and protect her. Though, she hasn't pulled it to cover her whole body, rather, it was pulled to only cover her left side. Fancy. Her bugle was hanging on a darker brown cord, flopping around as she walked. Seemed easy to use for her. All she needed to do was grab it by the leather wrapping and play!\n\nNothing special like a viol de gamba or lute. \n\n\"So Leon, what are you intending on doing with that sword?\"\n\nShe asked, moving closer and closer as the crowds seemed to take up a hive form, pushing the trio closer and closer to each other. It was getting rather uncomfortable for her you see? She doesn't like large crowds if she is moving so slowly. It was simply not the best thing when it came to her work and knowing her, work is everything. All the things she does for her job bleeds into her life. Large crowds brought to be thieves and people to unsuspecting, defenseless people. This caused her to look around a lot, staring at the most shady of people. Hooded men... Armed people... And of course, alley men. She called people who took to the alleys for their shady deals, \"Alley Men.\" She slid out the long sword sat on her back, holding it (still in it's sheath) in her left hand.\n\nSeemed like she was nervous.\n\n\"And uhhh... Can we please not be here any longer. I'm getting quite anxious and I'm pretty sure Ms Celaena is too\"\n\nShe looked back behind her. I assumed she followed along. Elowen nodded to her, before turning back to the front. She didn't want to smack into someone accidentally and start a whole fiasco. She would most DEFINITELY not want to start something. It was her free day today! She doesn't want to have to explain every minute detail about encounter to the Kingdom Guards. That would most definitely not be the best thing for her at this point. In fact, she has a reputation of being goody good girl with everyone. She didn't need to tarnish that. It gets her money and a job!"
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"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena nods to Elowen, agreeing with her.* \"Y... Yes... Let's be on our way... \" *She then stops to think for a moment.* \"Had we decided on *Where* We're going yet...?\""
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "The man gives her a nod and a wave. What a kind person! Someone who isn't afraid of expressing his feelings. Maybe it comes with age and maturity. Once they're outside again, they see that the crowd is a bigger than it was beforehand. It refuses to stop increasing in size. Leon takes their hands again as they bunch together. Elowen asks about his sword which he responds with: \"Let me get back to you.\" He could simply say 'I'm going to kill things with it eventually.' but that might be a bit too dark. He leads them through the crowd, feeling less uncomfortable than he did earlier. He nods to his companions and answers their questions \"We'll go back to my shop and rest up. Then we'll start travelling.\" After about 10 minutes, they escape the cramped and likely dangerous market place area. They're now walking past taverns, houses, and small shops, which has a lot less people. He's released their hands at this point. He looks at Celaena and Elowen saying \"Regarding my sword, it'll be used for defensive purposes mostly. I'd really appreciate it if you two could teach me some fundamental techniques and tricks. I'll practice them tonight.\""
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She nodded to his answer, her hand being taken as he practically pulled her through the city. At this point they were at the shops, yes. A bunch of shops stood there, a large building in the distance named... The Oriate... Couldn't make out the rest of the words. Elowen was interested, but ignored it for the sake of her companions. As he released her hand, she slowed her pace, ending up behind the two. She still kept up, but she felt safer that there was someone protecting the rear. Y'know, like the rear guard! \n\nShe still gripped her sword. Even in the mot peaceful of areas, there is still danger. She isn't really ever at ease is she? Makes sense... She probably has a bounty on her from the underworld for being such a pain in their arsch. She nodded, to his later speech about his sword and that stuff\n\n\"I'll be up to teach you some of my skills. I don't sleep much.\" \n\nShe said, deciding that she just wanted to walk up a bit closer. No point sticking behind them. At this point, it was just a deformed line, as they walked through the village to the cottage! Yay!"
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"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena follows along, mostly remaining quiet.*"
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{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "The sky dims to an orangey color with burning clouds. Only a few people are outdoors, talking or making trades in front of their homes/shops. Time moves quickly when you're travelling and shopping. Leon notices this quickly since he's usually up for ours standing at his shop. He's practically had an internal clock up to this point. He feels the two of them close by. This group gained trust and respect in each other rather quickly. That makes him happy though! It's nice to make quick friends because the relationship can only grow. They finally make it to his shop. He takes his key out his pocket, the same strangely designed one, and unlocks the door for them. He holds it for them until they enter. His fingers slide his quiver off and he takes his sword out of it. \"Be sure to get comfortable. It might be a cold night tonight.\" He stays, placing the weapon in his counter. He hangs his quiver on it's original hook. He looks at Elowen with a smile \"And don't fall asleep before showing me at least one technique.\" Leon steps to the door. \"I'll go buy a few more fruits from across the street.\""
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "The girl watched the sun set. They sky going from a majestic light blue to a softer orange, the clouds even looking pink at times. They sky looked as if it was burning, which gave Elowen that drive to smile. She could never get sick of the sunset. It's been 20 years, Elowen seeing the sunset in her tiny shack in the forest of Mentia, where she lived with her Late family and their farm. She has also seen the sunset in other places too! She saw the sunsets from the bustling villages and cities of the Einerfin territory, and from the high mountain and cliff sides of the small Eísauen Traditional Lands. She has been everywhere and seen the same sight hundreds, if not thousands of times before. Elowen simply just loves sunsets. It's something she couldn't choose to leave for anything else. Plus, why would she leave something that has always been with her for her whole life? Not one person decided that they wanted to be with her for their life. This fact made her sad. The fact that her new friends would eventually leave her. She decided that she will make the most of what she has now. It was stupid to decide that she will be alone for the rest of her life because they wont stay with her. Plus, that would be a sad life! What kind of mad person would live their life in solitude and despair as everyone else lived their lives, finding love, raising a family, and overall being productive. She didn't want to become one of those people. She wanted to find her person and she wanted them to be the right person for her. But alas, she felt as if she shouldn't find this person. She would end up accidentally getting them killed you see? Her job is dangerous, being an investigator and monster hunter. If anything, she was also being hunted, not only by monsters, but by the people that walk around. The underground is everywhere. They have a hold on almost every aspect of life. Honestly, she doesn't care if she gets put out of business. She just wants evil to go away.\n\nAnyways, as they entered the shop, she slid off her excess stuff, which includes her swords, bugle, and cloak. She honestly didn't need those as life was safe in his shop. Since she heard him talk about getting fruit, she practically hopped on spot. She loves fruit and Leon should know that. She approached him with the intent on getting some tasty fruit. Her pace seemed like a good balance between eagerness and pure unadulterated excitement. It was like Ms Mature Elowen was going back to being a kid by the amount of times she eats fruit. She seemed like she wanted to join him in his journeys to receive fruit. Plus, who would hate such a sweet, plump, crunchy thing? It's the best thing in the world... In her opinion. Her opinion matters to her okay? It's her... She matters to herself. Anyways, she clapped her hands together, practically staring straight into his eyes with her jewel like purple eyes. \n\n\"Can I join you? I still have energy in my body and would like to burn that off. I wouldn't be able to sleep with this furnace in me\"\n\nShe said, practically implying that she will not sleep if she doesn't get to go to buy fruit. Fruit was a necessity for her, and she was adamant with getting her way. Plus, what harm could it bring? Greater protection always comes in numbers. That and Elowen and Leon could talk more about well... Sword usage! It was something she was extremely proficient in, except for languages. Languages were something she was really good at too. Maybe she should teach the two how to speak some of the languages she knows. It would be a good idea innit? Having another language to speak just in case speaking in English could get you in big big trouble! Should be simple enough right? Eísauen only took her 2 months to learn, being so close grammatically and pronunciation wise to English. In fact, it is generally believed the two coexisted side by side! Definitely Explains their counting and their common word for Cart... Being Caírr."
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"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "Leon is aware of her love for fruit. He remembered her reaction when he offered her earlier that day. However, he didn't know that she'd be so eager to join him in purchasing some. He thought that he'd bring them some back and give her the bowl first so she can pick for herself. He doesn't mind though. More people does indeed mean more protection, especially at this time of night, even if the shop is a mere 70 feet away. He gives her a nod and says \"Of course you can, love.\" His smile grows brighter as she gives her illustration about the burning furnace. \"Didn't know you loved fruit *This* Much. I'll keep it in mind.\" He states. \"Give me a moment though. Let me grab some more cash. Don't worry about paying for yours or Celaena's.\" He walks up the short staircase in the shop, stepping left into his room. He closes it behind him and undresses, changing into clean pants and into his new woolen sweater. The pants than he decides to wear are dark, which matches his sweater appropriately. He slides a small gold and black chest out from under his bed. It's brimming with various different items. For instance, almost 200 silver, extra pieces of his older garments, business endeavors and some annotations with Mentian on it. His first language of course. He's fluent in Sebduian and can understand Silnarian. He takes about 40 silver and one of the notes, sliding it into his lower garment's pocket. He then exits his room, rather quietly and walks downstairs. He meets the group again, if they didn't follow him, and says \"One rule. Don't get mugged.\" He chuckles as he opens the door.\n\nOnce they're on their way, he scans the area carefully. He might be joking but the last thing he'd want to see is for his new redhead friend to get hurt. Undoubtedly, the girl can handle herself, but he hasn't seen her in action yet. \"Regarding our travelling, I don't want us to go somewhere rather... Dangerous. But I also don't want to put you out of business. Granted, I'm unaware of exactly how your occupation works, but journeying to an area with possible assorted creatures might be useful to you. I was thinking the Fexaw Desert. We could travel to Betopla and through Hombaxia to get there.\" He states. \"I'd like to visit Dezabia, but I don't know Dezabian.\" He chuckles. \"I wouldn't be surprised if you did though. What do you think?\" Certainly, he'll run this by Celaena as well. The gang enters the small fruit shop. Two people are already inside. They look like shady people. In fact, their design implies secrecy and devious arrangements. Leon glances at the men before stepping to the counter. He asks for fruits he wants then allows Elowen to choose the next few. (Then Celaena if she followed). The owner hands them the fresh produce and Leon pays for it. (Whatever they bought, write it in parentheses for me too add up please.) The figures now stand by the door, almost blocking it off. Was this organized or something? He almost wishes he went alone so he could deal with this alone. He steps to the door, to which they respond by moving closer to it as well."
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "The girl stood there, waiting for his answer. She honestly didn't know if she was being too creepy about the fruit. Yes, she loves fruit, but did she really need to go to this extent to go for some fruit hunting? Popular answer for this fruit loving redhead is yes. She definitely needed to go on this journey for the fruit. It was absolutely necessary for her character to go out with a friend for fruits! She smiled at him, her smile glowing like the goddamn sun. Her lips were pretty pink... They looked soft and smooth. She almost felt like... She was a family member to the two. Was it because of her friendly personality? Was she just so relatable that she felt like you grew up with her? Or was it the perk that just makes her feel like a family member to anyone in a 30ft radius. It was the latter. But shush! She still could feel like family without that perk. You see, she sometimes can feel like your sister. She has that way of getting into someone and becoming close close friends with them. It was something she did, mostly because she was a lonely person, but also because she felt that friends were a necessity. Of course, by default, she was cursed with the bad luck of having to work with the job she has to, but, it was for the greater good. She would even die if it meant that it would help another person live their life to the fullest. She is quite... Negative when it comes to herself, but is there really a reason to do so? She was by all means, quite an attractive woman. Everything about her was refined and pure. That could easily be because of her genetics. You see, she has this strange mutation that discourages skin flaws from forming. This includes the ever so horrid scars. She develops them less, though, she does have a faint scar on her body.\n\nI won't delve too much as to where it is as it's quite a big thing for her story. No spoilers for you. She was also a very capable woman, being able to survive on her own — with proper supplies of course — in almost every climate. That being said, she was completely not self sufficient, needing a steady flow of supplies to come in. Hell, she couldn't even hunt if she tried. \n\n\"You seem to underestimate my burning desire for sweet things. I thought it would be basic knowledge! Women plus sweet equals best friends... For me at least. I'm a woman! I really am!\"\n\nShe said, trying to express the fact that she is a woman. Ah yes, it's as if it is difficult to forget that this adult, redheaded, fiery girl was a woman. Totally not because she acts like an overly hyper child or the fact that she is just generally a strange person. She didn't even sound angry or anything. Not that there was a reason for her to sound angry anyways.\n\nAnyways, as he went up to his room, she strapped on her sword belt to her waist, putting her prized possession back in! It was a gift from her old master... Actually, both of her old masters. They somehow knew each other and decided that they were going to make something for good good old Elowen, who entertained them very well. In fact, it was completely free of charge to her! (except it costed me 65 gold). Anyways, enough jibbler jabblers, she put the sword into the frog sheath, awaiting her companion for the travels. Of course, in the nick of time, Leon came out. New trousers and his new tunic. She gave him a thumbs up. Elowen's seal of approval.\n\n\"Attractive, I like it. Fits you well.\"\n\nShe said, following him out of the shop. You see, she was capable. She even has her sword! Can you imagine that? A sword for fruit adventures? Well... She did go to sleep with it so it is expected that she would bring it legitimately everywhere she went. It makes sense. Plus, it was the dead of night... She was getting even more paranoid. What creepy monsters could come out? Oh no... Vampires tend to come out at night right? What if she ends up finding that Fox Vampire... Apparently her name was... She forgot. She wasn't hunting Arthur... Yet. She will one day! She nodded to him with the general sign of... Will do!\n\n\"Ah yes, the travels! I think Fexaw is a good choice, but knowing me, I'm the kind of girl who enjoys the thrill of danger (no she didn't. She really doesn't. It was obvious she hated danger). But if you feel that Fexaw would be the best for our small group, sure we can do that. The Ferry shouldn't cost too much and we can walk the rest. Though, if we went to a desert, we would need some provisions. We can get those tomorrow, right? As for Dezabian... I haven't met anyone willing to teach me yet\"\n\nShe said, as they approached the small fruit shop. She honestly felt uneasy with the two people inside. Who were they? What did they intend on doing with the group. They should be able to handle it right? They were armed! Right...? Elowen was definitely armed. Elowen requested for only apples. She loves apples. She honestly didn't care about how many apples she got, she just wants at least one apple. \n\nAnyways, the interaction passed, the people acting... Oddly strange. She grasped her sword, staring down the person at the door. If anything, they were the most trouble. She didn't draw the sword yet, not really wanting to cause issues, but if it came down to it, she will do it. Her overall stance meant business. Leon can do the talking. I have already typed wayy too much in this post"
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"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "The shop keeper pays close attention to the situation that stands before him. It's as if he's in on the whole plot or ambush as well. Leon simply raises his hands in a defensive position. The man would like to avoid a fight at this time, despite his thirst for a sparring match. Also, these men have light garments and might use their hidden clothing to reveal a weapon. Elowen, however, has something to go offensive with. \"What do you want? Silver?\" He asks. They refuse to respond. One of them raise their hand and slides it into their upper garment. It seems that he's preparing for an attack. Leon almost grins but manages to hold himself back. He steps even close before the seller behind them gives the men a nod. They nod back and move from the door. Leon is slightly perplexed. He strides to the door and opens it. He lets Elowen exit first before leaving himself. At least they got what they were craving, especially the khaki clothed girl that walks by Leon's side. \"That was strange. I wonder why they let us go so easily. Maybe their plan didn't go as expected? Or maybe they're going to follow us instead?\" He looks back. The three of them only watch as Elowen and Leon exit. Their focus is 75% on the redhead. Do they recognize her?"
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She was quite tense due to the whole situation. What did they get themselves into? Well, apparently, so guys really wanted her in this shop. How funny. She lowered her stance, her sword slightly coming out of its sheath. She moved it so it reflected what light was produced... Shiny. Can't stress this enough. She was prepared to knock out the two men and... Take the shop keeper for some \"Questioning.\" In reality, if it really came to it, she would drag this man to the nearest Kingdom Guard and report him as a conspirator with the underworld. But... Leon walked back towards the shopkeeper, doing something for him to give a sign. A sign in the form of a nod. The men moved to the side, Elowen looking back at Leon again, perplexed. What was the meaning of this? As he took steps to open the door, Elowen followed him, eventually stepping out. She was still tense. She had her hand on her sword. Just in case they decided to follow. Who would even try to follow them? They may be in the dead of the night, but there were still the guards roaming about. That and Elowen was also there... Not many people knew her capabilities as a fighter as she never really had a reason to use her sword. People that warranted her to use her sword ended up never being found again. She was still the good guy right? \n\nAs they walked out, Elowen slowed down to match up with Leon's speed. It was indeed strange, but she just rolled with it. She didn't see reason to be suspicious of what was happening... Because quite frankly, she honestly didn't care if they were going to fight then and there. At least they were free. She made a soft exhaling sound. She was relieved. She didn't care if she was fighting there, but she didn't know if Leon was comfortable with fighting. As with before, she really cared about her friends. Temporary or not. It was something she found really important to her. Have it be because she was a very lonely person, or she just really liked them.\n\nShe really cared about them.\n\n\"What was that? Who were those men?\""
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"author": "Celaena",
"message": "*Celaena looks to the two, as if she had some burning question on her mind. She contemplates for a good couple moments, before speaking, but instead of asking her question, she just says:* \"I... I'm sorry but... I think it's better if I just travel... On my own... Thank you for all you two have done for me... But it'd be better if I go alone...\" *And with that, she gives one last wave, before wandering away, going wherever the wind takes her.*"
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"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "Leon and Eowen safely make it back to the shop... Alive. What was that about? Why were they so adamant about attacking the two before immediately backing off? Leon thinks it has to do with the suspicious men noticing that if Elowen is a great swordswoman with her long weapon, they could be in a lot of trouble. The French Revolution violence kind of trouble. That's part of the plot, but the other part is that they're planning another attack. Who will it be on? \"I'm not sure. At least we got back safely. I'll be on the watch for tonight. You... *Should* Rest. No need to coach me in my training right now.\" He states, looking at her with a light smile. His face is positive, pure, and uplifting. He doesn't want her to worry all night. Plus, she'll need all the rest she can get before they travel quite a few miles. His statement beforehand, however, when he paused at 'should' was his expression in knowledge of the woman's personality. She'll probably want to stay up with him to keep on the watch, which is why he hesitated. It's still rather kind to ask though. They enter and he hands her the basket so she can enjoy her apples. He isn't hungry at the moment. He'll possibly take one after 5 hours of training and practicing. \n\nCelaena decides to leave, which is sad. He enjoyed her company. Leon walks over and softly pats her head before giving her the fruits he bought her. \"Please be safe. But keep your pure heart.\" He states as she leaves. He waves back then walks back into the shop. He grabs his new weapon and looks at Elowen saying: \"Get comfortable because this is our last night of comfort. Next we'll encounter strange people, weird circumstances, and hopefully some fun experiences.\" He turns towards the wall and gets into offensive position. He does a jab at it, but his form is incorrect. It seems that he has the desire, but not the skill."
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"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "Her whole body was tense for the whole journey. Have it be because of their encounter, or she was simply just a very stressed person. It didn't matter. Her hand remained on her sword for the whole journey, of course, it coming off once they were indoors. She indeed was a very skilled swordsman. Her skill was up there with the knights and duel masters of the realm. Though, she only specialised in one on one encounters. She wasn't the best if she was surrounded. Doubt anyone was honestly. At least with no magic... And only a sword. She looked at Leon with a smile. They were out of there eh? That was good she supposes. Though, she would love some action just about now... But she was extremely tired and such. He offered her the chance of sleeping, Elowen shaking her head. She didn't feel like she wanted to sleep, though, she was extremely tired. She wanted to fight and help her friend protect his shop. \n\n\"No no. I don't intend on sleeping for too long. I'll stay up for a bit. Plus... Didn't you say you wanted some training just a few moments ago? Sure, we were approached by shady men, but that doesn't change anything. Plus, I myself would really like to train up my 'personal bodyguard'\"\n\nHer hands raised up to do the quote on quote gesture. She was joking. She did value his willingness to protect her, though, she felt as if she was the one to protect him for a bit. She didn't think that he would get the hang of using a sword over night. In fact, she expected that he would at least take a few months to strike her down once. They are most definitely going to need to work together for a while.\n\nBut was that really a bad thing? \n\n\"That and, I want to be up just in case those shady men ever do come back. I would like to personally give them the taste of steel. That, or run them off so they never come back to this country\"\n\nShe said, smiling at him. She took the basket he handed to her, her appetite wasn't... Really there. She did experience a big spook with those people suddenly approaching them. But she did turn to Celaena. She frowned at her sad departure. Seems like she wasn't staying with her for long. She placed an apple in Celaena's basket, giving her a goodbye gift. \n\n\"Adieu, my friend. Hope we do meet in later days. Stay good and keep safe\"\n\nShe said, waving the girl off. Well... Seems like it was a night of work for the two. First business, remove the tunic and the hat. She was dressed in a white linen top, which was quite baggy, but didn't make her look fat. It had a collar, the top being open to accommodate her ascot tie. She may not be the most wealthy, but it was obvious her appearance was really important to her. As he went into his offensive position, she leaned on her left leg, watching the man do his jab. She shook her head, approaching him. She then grabbed his two wrists, adjusting them so his posture for an attack like that was correct. She also slightly nudged his feet to have a wider and more... Proper posture. She was quite close to him at this point, Leon most likely being able to feel her.\n\n\"You want it to be like this. Feet apart so you can pivot and have good balance. Wrists uncocked as well..., a jab against a person would break them. You'd need those for your crossbow right? And of course, stay low so less surface area to hit\"\n\nShe said, releasing him once she fixed his posture. Back to her original position, judging him as he continued. It seemed as if it would be a long night. Or a short night, depending on what he likes. She definitely likes this so it'd go by quick..."
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "As she removed her tunic and hat, he continues to focus on his swordsmanship. He doesn't intend to perfect it on this night, but grasping onto something small and fundamental will be useful. He could then expand on that with new and more advanced moves. He wants to be able to protect himself, her and whomever he'd like to with a weapon. Hands are good, especially when a hypothetical attacker doesn't have a sword. His previous training mostly consisted of hand-to-hand combat and defense. But now, he sees the necessity in learning how to fight like a guard. As he does his moves, he feels her touch on his wrist and legs. His body tenses up a bit. He didn't expect her to assist him physically! But he's accordant. He follows along with the positions she shows him. \"Yes, makes sense.\" When she releases him, he repeats the motion a few times in order to practice it properly. \n\nHis movements are quick and almost strict. There's little looseness in his jabs and attacks. It's like an assassin or a brawler, someone who'd rather finish the fight quickly than come up with an elongated plan to break the defense of the opponent. His stance and posture improve slowly as he does the move. He continues to try out a few more moves that he's seen guards and soldiers do, allowing Elowen to guide him. After a while, he finishes up for a small break. He goes upstairs to run his hands under some water in the bathroom and calls her to do the same before going back down. He grabs an apple and bites into it, offering Elowen the basket so she can take one. He sits down and wipes his lips. \"How long have you been a monster hunter? And how long have you been practicing your swordplay?\""
},
{
"author": "Elowen Faulkner",
"message": "She felt his tenseness, giving him a slight knock on the elbow to tell him to calm down. She was able to feel this things as... She was literally holding him through this whole affair. After he shows him her moves, she continues to physically show him the proper styles of fighting. She didn't show him the styles she was taught. She didn't see the reason why he needed to show him techniques used on her specific weapon and not his. Her fighting was more prolonged, being extremely defensive, allowing her to tire out her opponent. This is rarely the point as she usually uses it to stall for support to arrive later on. After a while of more guidance, he seemed to be able to get the jist of fighting, though, he will have to start practice fights with friends. Y'know, a spar! Sadly, there was no Celaena to help, so he only really had Elowen. Practice fights tend to be really good when it comes to training as you get proper hands on training with something. \n\nOf course, people need a break, Elowen was no exception to that. She heard Leon's calls to wash up, Elowen coming as... She was feeling a bit mucky today. She left her ascot on the table, her neck being fully visible at this point. No more nasty ascot to break their view! She visits the upstairs room where people wash their hands, doing what they do in that room... Wash her hands. She honestly didn't want to get her top too wet, knowing how white tends to turn clear when wet. She simply just... Rolled up her sleeves to prevent this. After she washed her hand, she took an apple from the basket, leaning on a wall as they ate and communicated. \n\n\"Well, I've been at it for near... What. 5 years? I started when I was just a wee 15 year old girl when I killed my first target. I trained under a man I met when I travelled to the Alps of the Eísauen Territory. Didn't know his name... Never told me\""
},
{
"author": "Leon. L",
"message": "\"You're unaware of his name? You still don't know?\" He asks, a bit confused. This girl is either crazy or she has balls of steel. She really went and trained with someone she probably didn't know. \"That's interesting. I wish I got training for free.\" He says with a wink, playing at the fact that she's training him. He continues to bite into and eat his apple. He looks at her white shirt then her khaki-like pants, wondering what inspired her design. Was it original personal preference, peer pressure or that mysterious man? He doesn't know. It does fit her though, very well. Whoever created it made it specifically for her obviously. His eyes turn away, hoping she doesn't think he's staring. He stands up after a minute, unless she says something or asks a question, and grabs his sword again. He continues to practice his moves, using the posture and techniques she taught him. It's clear he was serious when he said he'll be practicing. The man plans on going for the entire night! The restless perk is quite useful."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "```Channel change```"
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "It was a sunny day, people toiling in the farms, some children playing outsides with those weird sticks and circular stuff. Damn kids and their toys, they don't understand the hardships the adults face! Said... Some medieval boomer. \n\nIt would feel like an ordinary day, the only thing strange about this specific farm being the loud chirps and squeaks in one specific plot of land. It was bordering a derelict looking farm house, which housed a mean looking lady on her squeaky, ancient rocking chair at the porch. She had a reputation in the town for being excessively old fashioned and hates anything cute. Sucks to work for someone like this. At least you get to get pet borbs?"
},
{
"author": "unholytacos",
"message": "*Beneath the beating of the sun, coming from the closest trail leading to the plot of land rode young Ortelius Rose. A typical looking Mercenary with no extraordinary qualities that'd make him 'stand out', he wasn't much for appearance. Brown strands of hair bounced with each trot, joined with the jingling of metal coming from the various pieces of armor which hugged his body securely. By the time he came to a halt it was obvious; The chirping noises coming directly from the fields which this lady owned as hers. Damned.. He'd be annoyed too if he had to hear this all day. Not to mention the loss of harvest would make for an even* ***Grumpier*** *Macen than he already was from time to time. Nonetheless, he pulled himself up to the front of her farmhouse and tied his horse to the nearest post he could find, reassuring him he'd be back soon enough before setting off to meet this lady.*\n\n\"Excuse me Ma'am, I'm here to help you with your.. Pests.\" *A couple strides to close the distance and with a hand ushered forward in hopes of shaking hers, he attempted to remain near polite, regardless of how scary she seemed with that lying bitchface and old rocking chair.* \"Pleasure to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The woman shot the man a glare. Her glare was... Something akin to something you'd find from your sleep paralysis demon... But she even had a more pronounced and powerful aura. She wasn't a weak person. No doubt about it! \n\nWhen she spoke, it sounded like literal chalkboards crying... Or babies crying... Or something crying that caused a very uneasy feeling inside your tummy. She definitely didn't like talkative people. She didn't even return his wave. \n\n\"Just go capture them. I don't care. Bah, better yet, kill them. They annoy me\"\n\nShe said, pushing a paper towards the man with... A very aggressive movement. It had a drawing of the cute critters and... Well, a bounty for 10. Each capture costs 2g. Seems easy enough? You could practically hear them from here too!"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Having read the bounty and realized she was more than just some lady with a lying bitchface, he departed for the sounds of chirping in the fields of grain. One at a time was the best way he could think of tackling things.. Overthinking things would only overcomplicate them after all. Furrows.. Generally small from what he could recall. Nothing much of a threat so long as he kept* ***Somewhat*** *Of a head about him. Slowly he followed the closest noises, in hopes of finding at least his first Furrow*\n\n*Naturally his sword came loose from his belt, one hand gripping onto it's leather wrapped handle. He didn't like the thought of cutting something down so quickly, but he'd also not be a dumbass and let himself waltz in without any sort of preparation either.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The field was your generic field. It was covered in a sea of grains, and a sea of... Of course, g r o u n d. If they were knowledgeable about the animals, they would know where to look. Of course, there already were some above ground, scampering about and eating the insects and animals that get near, but those were a rare occurrence.\n\nThere were many places they can hide. There are some tiny holes that burrowing animals make, there are tiny pebbles, and there are the tres. They are in the t r e e s! They should be able to track them by the chirps... But are those the only things they are going to encounter? Furrows were known to have companions outside of their race. Maybe he can make some friends today?"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "\"Hm... I wonder.\" *Ortelius gripped a small handful of the grain growing and let his sword snip it off at the stem, leaving him with some possible bait. Off towards the treeline he departed, caring not to stay silent or hide his presence as they again seemed either oblivious of him being there, or were just plain docile and even more so than he anticipated. In a field of.. Grains.. He doubted they'd take such bait, but it was worth a shot. Should he find one alone, he'd attempt to draw it close and from there he'd decide how he wanted to go about this.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Of course, his suspicions were right. They didn't take the bait, instead, a strange animal swooped in. It wasn't a Furrow... A crow? Have their pests been crows all along? Not quite. The crow probably just saw the chance for a meal and went in \n\nMeanwhile, the Furrows have all hid in their own holes. Holes... He found his chance! All he had to do is somehow lure them out. He only needed to get 10. Or 5... But 10 could also work"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "\"Aye!\" *The young man almost instinctively attempted to shoo the crow away, having realized that his suspicions were correct, that didn't mean something else could swoop in and take their place.* \"Blasted thing..\" *Though... He did indeed notice now the holes where these little guys hid. He searched about along the closeby stretch of field for something that'd catch their eye, rather than attempting any idiotic chasing of them into their own holes. Though he was somewhat flexible, it didn't mean he wished to shove his head in the dirt like an ostrich any time soon. How comedic, he thought as he shuffled through the dirt.. Was he one of the only ones taking up this..? How sad; They are furrows after all.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Well, according to his knowledge of Furrows, which should be common knowledge anyways, he would probably spot a tree off in the distance. It had some sweet sap sticking to it. How would he know it was there? Well, the sun was beating down on it. Maybe he can use that to attract the Furrows out? \n\nBut yes, Furrows may like sweet sap. Explains why they are always so cute. They only eat sweet food! \n\nOther than that, he'd only notice some seeds and the such maybe those could be hand fed to the Furrow?"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "\"Mmm..\" *Off in the distance, a tree was well.. More than visible. In fact, had he not seen it he may have to get seriously checked, but the tree was not what made him stand up from his squatting position and begin his gathering; It was the sap which stuck to said tree. He ground his teeth in frustration as he worked to acquire what he could, thoughts speaking out loud as he murmured curses to himself like* \"Damn you, Otty. Why couldn't you be a mage and blast these things from their holes..? Or be fast enough to catch one or two before they got away..\" *After getting his hands on what he deemed a generous amount, he headed back to where he knew there were burrows, and attempted once more to lure them up above ground.* \"Now here you are fishing for birds.. I hate fishing!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Yes, he was fishing for birds. But his hard work would pay off! He attracted one... Wait two birds! Wait no... That's just a shadow. He only attracted one bird. That bird peeped its head out of the hole, staring at his tree sap. \n\nThere was a few moments of delay, the creature bursting out and... Promptly sucking up all the sap it could get! After the fact, it made a satisfied chirp and... Rubbed up to the man's leg. Who could hate something like this?! It's so cute! \n\nWell, now he had 4 more Furrows to go. He had a way to lure them out, but will that work on all of them? They are known to be somewhat picky eaters"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*For a brief moment, his anger faded. Huh.. They weren't so bad after all. He reached down and tried to pat the one that nuzzled up against his leg almost like a cat with a gently tap-tap of his palm before trying for another. It worked once at least; And even if it didn't work, he at least knew he tried. Meanwhile, he let his curiosity get to him, playing around with the one that had seemed to now enjoy him by finding out what it liked in terms of patting and rubbing* \"You're a real trusting fellow, aren't ya?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "1 - Not get gold, but get a bunch of Furrow pets, or;\n\n2 - Get gold and the 2 Furrow pets\n\nOf course, he could do the same thing he did with another one on the hole, but would he? They were cute pets, but they were known to have issues if there was an even number among them. Something about mating season and competition? Hmmm.\n\nAnyways, he'd find another source of sap and... A peculiar sight. The crow that swooped on to get his first bait has returned, grabbing dropping food into a hole. Hmmm... They have friends?"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Though he was aware that the crow was helping these cute little things, it still struck him as odd. Additionally, it seemed he was finding it more difficult to get another as compared to the first, for he was not quite aware of everything he may have needed to know in this situation. But assuming the crow was indeed a friendly, it meant that these things were indeed capable of forging companionship. Perhaps he could also try to do the same and bond with them. Curious, he shifted his attention and asked the one he had with him* \"Do you understand anything I say?\"\n\n*What if he tried to have it take food in and lure them out that way? Handing his tamed Furrow the small stick of sap he was trying to use himself, he pointed at one of the burrows to see if it would in fact catch onto what he was trying to do, to which it would whether or not the fluffy boi knew what it was doing. These things may trust their own kind before a Macen after all, and should he get another looking for more than that small bit, Ortelius would ensure that before doing this he'd have gathered more sap from trees in the area and seeds he could find on his way back. Though this was still a long and rather tiring process, he had to make money somehow, and this was* ***Much*** *Safer than going out slaying or killing other beasts or even people.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Surely, a Furrow... A lonely Furrow would find themselves attracted to the friendly Macen. Surely... Right? Well, there was one left. At least in his view. There was only a single hole remaining. One peeped it's head out, staring that the man's bait. \n\nOf course, it went back into its hole, bringing... A shiny rock! Wait that's not a rock... That's a Silver coin! Where did this boio get this? Well, it approaches the man with the coin, looking for a snacc. It probably saw Macens trading food with these things, trying to mimic them. Intelligent animals. \n\nAfter the Furrow ate the lure, it did something similar to the other Furrow, but just... Switched out the chirps with a playful nibble. \n\n3 more Furrows to go. If he were to search the field more, he'd find some... Larger holes. Large enough to fit a whole human foot!"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*He blinked a time or time and let the Furrow have it's snack, ruffling it's feather with a playful pet as it ate away.* \"Smart little things, you guys are. Let's go look for more friends..\" *A faint smile escaped creased lips as a smirk formed along his normally grumpy face. These things didn't talk back.. So it was calming to say in a sense. Longer he searched, and not too terribly long after he started his search, he found more holes... Larger holes at that. Well.. What now? He could always try the same trick but with both his new companions. What a funny thought, as it passed his head he couldn't help but chuckle.* \"I'm in a party with Furrows. What has my life come to.\" *Rinse and repeat; he'd approach the new burrows himself first* ***Just*** *In case it wasn't a Furrow, and should the coast seem clear, he'd try the same tactic again in using them to lure out more with food.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "It was in fact, a Furrow... This one wasn't the same as the others. It was plump and large... Meaning it was well fed. The ones he had were small, meaning they weren't as fed as this one. Does this mean... It has a friend? Its beak was red with what looks to be blood. \n\nThe bird hissed at him, making a loud loud loud squeaking sound. From behind him, he'd hear a loud growling sound. It sounded like... A dog. Did it make friends with a dog? Well, it probably did, assuming it just popped out when it made a squeak. Seems like he'll need to fight the dog! It even had foam in it's mouth... It means bite = bad"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Aw, crap. His head turned quickly behind him to face toward the new threat and his eyes tried to examine what he could of it before any moves were made. As he tried to scan, one hand rushed to unsheathe his longsword, which upon leaving his belt vibrated ever so slightly in his grasp, as well as reach over shoulder and pull his kite shield in front of him.* \"Bad dog.. I'm not tryna hurt Momma.\" *God damn, to think he couldn't get a single day of peace in this world. Maybe he should have stayed at home and became a smithy.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The dog was not like the Furrow. It crouched down, pouncing on the man with a vicious bite! Well.. Attempted to bite the man. Its mouth was foaming real bad too! Im sorry for any dog lovers out there, but this one is too far gone to be fixed. \n\nIt looked like it was experienced in... Biting things. It had powerful looking jaws, its fur was practically painted with blood, and of course... It had the cuts and wounds an animal known to fight has. \n\nIn the real world, this animal would have been put down long long ago. It was a threat to the community"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Using his Kite Shield as a barrier, he shifted forward and bent his legs, leveraging his shield at such an angle as to attempt throwing it over his head with a push upward and the straightening of his one low knees as he turned the other way to face it before it could recover too quickly. This dog was too far gone indeed, and he could tell from the uncontrollable foaming as well as the battle scars. Though he didn't want to kill it he wouldn't have a choice this time around. Sword angled diagonally and shield in front of his chest he bent his knees once more and waited to see what the dog wanted to do next.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The dog reeled back, as if thinking. But sike! It didn't think! It growled again, pouncing at the man. It was extremely aggressive, trying to bite or rip off whatever it could! Its companion, the Furrow, would find itself getting attacked by the man's companion... Maybe. \n\nIt was a suggestion, but maybe his Furrows will attack the lone Furrow. Of course, they'd want to protect their friend, would they not?"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*As the dog pounced, Ortelius attempted to bash it's head to the side with his shield and lunge his sword forward, aiming at it's torso as it was the largest target and housed it's vitals. With one swift and powerful motion he attempted this maneuver in hopes of ending the poor thing's misery quickly instead of making it suffer any more. More importantly however.. Ortelius tried to continue his examination in hopes that he wasn't fighting an abomination.. For he had general knowledge of endemic life and what wandered close to the Salvainian cities, as he was raised in these parts after all. Regardless, it would just so happen that his fluffy bois would be inclined to help defend their new friend.. After all, if he stayed alive they were guaranteed food and that was likely what motivated them to stay at his side in the first place.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The dog would have been struck down with an ear piercing shriek. It died a few seconds before striking the floor. It was just a normal dog! Meanwhile, his pets would have been successful at incapacitating anf eventually killing the other Furrow. It looked like it was beated to death. Poor thing, was too fragile for it's own good. \n\nNow, the man only have as many Furrows as he wants to take. It would me logical to think that there will be some more enemies... But he should take the Furrow's corpse as a kind of proof... Strangely enough, there was another dead Furrow sitting on the field too! A free one? With no work? Amazing"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Having won this small skirmish, Ortelius let out a sigh of relief. Quickly he double checked by stabbing into the now motionless corpse at the neck, and twisting before letting his guard lighten even the slightest. His eyes homed on the dead Furrow sitting on the field, and though his first thoughts said \"Score\", his instincts following sent a gut feeling that penetrated anything else and forced him to think.* \"Is this boy alone..?\" *He looked down at the deceased canine beside him. It was well a possibility it strayed from a pack.. He'd have to keep his guard up the remainder of his time here, and that alone made him rather frustrated. Quickly, he cut through muscle and bone, retrieving the head of the dog he just killed and began shepherding whatever Furrows he could take from the hole, choosing to leave that dead Furrow alone in the middle of the field.* \"I don't like this.. Not one bit..\" *He muttered to himself*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Assuming he took the ones his Furrows killed, he'd already have 2g. Now off to find another one. But this one would be hard. What kind of animals would Furrows befriend? Well, Definitely ones that can protect them. There were many ways he can do this, either he looks for more holes, or actively send out his Furrows to attack... But was that really a good idea? Depends on what they encounter. \n\nHe has 4 options. \n\n1 - Just turn in the one (or two) Furrow corpses he found;\n\n2 - Search for more holes in the ground;\n\n3 - Send his Furrows for a hunt; or\n\n4 - Try to somehow find more dead corpses of Furrows"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*He'd have to accelerate his findings if he wanted to make this worth his time. Was he comfortable putting himself in risky situations though? He was alone; Not just that but in the event he was injured the only person who knew he was here was the owner of this land; resting bitchface lady. She'd likely just scoff at his failure if he came back messed up. Le sigh.. With a moment of hesitation, he turned back his attention to the dead Furrow out in the field and decided to chuck the decapitated head of the dog he fought in it's direction in hopes of scaring off anything hiding closeby.* \"Welp, you miss every shot you don't take.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "There was a soft thud... Immediately after, he'd hear sounds of scampering as... Practically anything nearby would be able to detect that sound and say \"Danger!\" Seems like he scared off his prey. They were extremely quick to get out of the farm... And... Go into the forest. Will they be back? Unsure. \n\nHe definitely did... Well... Lose a chance of getting any more gold. Unless of course, he did also turn in his Furrows. But he wouldn't do that right? They were amazing pets!"
},
{
"author": "Ortelius Rose",
"message": "*Noticing that he had scared away everything, pay or foe, he slowly made his way over to the dead Furrow and gathered it's lifeless body.* \"Better scare everything away than let some unwanted guests blend with the crowd..\" *Soon he departed from the general area and walked closer to the farmhouse, considering his options. How many furrows was he able to gather from the larger hole earlier..? He wondered and started to count the fluffy bois he had found back there. They were cute and all, but with the kid of lifestyle Ortelius lived, they may not be suited for his life in general. Maybe he could take them back to town and sell them there to a more welcoming owner? Who knew.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "He would find himself 4g worth in dead Furrows, assuming he took the one laying on the field. He would also find himself accompanied by two live Furrows, who were determined to stay with him \n\nHe definitely won't be getting rid of these easily. Anyways, with his actions, the quest would end once he reaches the lady. I won't need to RP this, the quest ending after a few hours of work! \n\n```\nQuest Ended!\n0.5pp \n4g\n2x Pet Furrows```"
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{
"author": "Something",
"message": "*A bustling market with several dozens of shops and stalls is filled with the sounds and smells of many sources. Jingling coin resonates almost constantly, more audible from the richer people than the more common middle-class folk. A perfect place for would-be thieves to hang out looking for a quick and easy mark.\nBut thieves weren't the only scum here. Scammers and con artists tricking people out of their money, yet they were few and far between among this wide area, compared to the sheer amount of truthful merchants. Everything was here - fresh produce, weapons, alchemy, cosmetics, and several other types of stores and stalls.\nOne particular stall was very well-kept and constructed. A tall Goluth woman oversees her section of the 'bazaar', preferring this form of herself - the taller imposing one rather than the short maiden - to allow her a better high view of her produce, would-be stealers, and deter criminals from trying to rob.\nBut she was one of a few supposedly notable people - the most notable thing about her in fact was the ~~big iron on her hip~~ large war hamarr hanging up on the wall. Definitely not for sale considering this was a produce merchant, but it could be a topic of conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif, more often known as 'Kalisha' finishes up a couple quick transactions with some people. She's grown quite a reputation among grocery shoppers as her family's crops are very well-kept and high-quality, at least compared to everyone else's. While most other produce merchants sell older seconds that they can't sell, Kalisha tends to personally sell the best of her family's produce. Much more profit as other people tend to spread the word about the 'great produce' and in turn attract others to come and buy. She tends to sell more, faster than the other \"Mid-tier\" Merchants as well.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander, A bounty hunter and Trauma Healer would be walking to the market after a nice rest in a inn he has been staying at. He would be seen wearing his Plague Doctor outfit, but what is unmatched is his katana which he used for combat but he mainly brought it with him right now for self defence. As he walk along through the bustling shops, he adjust his Plague Doctor mask as he finished adjusting his mask, he noticed the well kept stall and decide to see the products. Alexander would start to approach the stall, looking at the products that this person might be selling.**"
},
{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif looks over to the approaching man dressed as a plague doctor and showed that she noticed him with an open-hand gesture. She then appears to get a selection of herbs ready - both alchemy-compatible herbs and incense/scented herbs. Plague doctors used to have incense in the big bird nose to mask the stench of corpses and plague in the older days (to my knowledge) so that's what Kalisha assumes he may be looking for. The alchemy-compatible herbs, for the brewery of curatives or other necessary potions he may need.\nShe stands over her stall, her 7'6.5\" Stature allowing her to tower over her benches a bit and see from directly above what's in her baskets. She sorts out the empty ones and moves them away, then replaces them with full ones of more produce.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**As Alexander look around at the store, seeing some of the products that looks interesting, but not. After taking a look, he noticed someone giving a open hand gesture, he assumed that she is the one working here as she readies a selection of herbs. As he approached he would approach where the herbs at and found his personal favourite herb. Rosemary. After looking at the herb, he would pick a piece of the Rosemary and would start to speak, you can't tell his expression behind his mask but judging how he use his tone, he sounded interested in the herb.**\n\n\"How much is for this Rosemary?\"\n\n**He would show the Rosemary that he was holding with hid thumb and finger, he hoped that he brought enough silver because he completed forgot the cost of the Rosemary.**"
},
{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif shifts the Rosemary a bit and picks up a scales from under the bench.* \"Would you like to measure out an amount in weight, or pick an already-weighted bunch?\"\n*Both are applicable, but consumer choice is key.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would start to think of how much he wanted to bring with him, does he really need that many? Well, he does like the smell of the Rosemary and he hasn't had any with him so why not by what he needs. Besides, he goes place to place so he probably need a supply of Rosemary without breaking his wallet. He would finally decide how much he needed and replied.**\n\n\"Ah, um. I would like 5kg of Rosemary, please.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif measures out five kilograms worth of Rosemary and tells Alex the price, of 30 Silver. Not only is it a rough estimate, but Sif decided to drop the price a little bit as she believes Alexander is a medical worker of some kind and he needs his respite from the stench of death and decay.\nSif begins to wrap up the bundle of Rosemary in fine paper, for carry and storage, while waiting for Alexander to get his coin ready.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**As Alexander heard the total price of the Rosemary, he wasn't expecting that much. But, he is buying 5kg worth of Rosemary, good thing Alex is not that cheap. He would reach for his pocket and pull out a pouch of silvers, he had 63 silver in that pouch and would grab a handful of coins and calmly placed it on the table, once done he quickly count the coins and counted 30 Silver. He would then close his pouch and put it on his pocket. The 30 silver would be on the counter for the payment for the rosemary.**"
},
{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif smiles and hands over the bundle of Rosemary. It's wrapped up like you'd get deli meat from the grocery store in real life. At first you'd probably think there was no reason for this paper wrapping, but Sif had two reasons for it - one, to hold the smell in, and two, the paper can be reused as a tinder if he needs to burn things... Like corpses.*\n\"Thanks for your business, sir,\" *Kalisha says, taking the thirty silvers up as she passes over the rosemary.* \"Is there anything else you need?\"\n*Just to clarify; Sif and Kalisha are the same people. She goes by two names.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would nod he reach out for the Rosemary and grabbed his with his left hand, as he looked at it and noticed the paper, he honestly thought it was meant for the smell as herbs like Rosemary tend to lose there smell. As he heard what Kalisha said, he then looked at her, he would then replied.**\n\n\"No, not really but I might come back here again next time if I need anything. Goodbye.\"\n\n**He would then turn, he would start to walk as he would leave. He is considering to come back here tomorrow and next time to bring a few more Silver, maybe even a gold coin.**"
},
{
"author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir",
"message": "*Sif nods.* \"Alright. See you later.\" She does have enough produce to stick around for another couple of days too, so that all works out.\nWe can assume this happens off-screen if our characters become unavailable later on.*"
}
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{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander, a bounty hunter and trauma dealer would finally come back from Ulnoor after travelling there to heal the injured and hunt down a few criminals with interesting bounties. As he arrived, as usual he would be wearing his plague doctor outfit and mask. His mask would have Rosemary inside the mask that he bought from a store. As walked along, he would be seen carrying a , crossbow, quiver, and a few throwing knives. He would look around and adjust his mask, just walking down the sidewalk minding his own business.**"
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "*The slim man wore a white, button-up shirt along with a bluish leather vest that was tied together by a purple string. The same purple string was used as a belt to hold his pouches of goodies and the like. Lucil wandered around aimlessly while he adjusted his vest and shirt collar, until he smelt the unique fragrance of Rosemary, quickly turning to find where the herbs scent was coming from.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would continue on walking along the sidewalk, adjusting his mask along the way. You can smell the herbs coming from the plague doctor's mask.**"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Quest: Emancipation**, Starts\n\n```Chaos in a localised area of New Salvainia. A whole bunch of law are at the ready and primed towards a building that they have completely surrounded. They have angles from all around, but no progress is being made.\nSeveral officers are calling out from each road surrounding the building, declaring that the perpetrators within release their hostages and come quietly. There's a familiar-faced wood elf woman here as well... Not familiar to either of the questers though. Another Lee cameo.\nSurely this occasion would attract passersby to take a look. Maybe there's reward up for grabs if help shows up.```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo had been walking back down the streets of New Salvaina fully armored and equipped. He had alongside him a spear, heater shield, and short sword. He set himself up for a potential quest, although it had been promptly canceled before his arrival. Disappointed but not discouraged, Momo was about to return back to his inn until ahead of him, a large crowd of people have gathered around. Momo didn't know of any special occasion today, perhaps this was an impromptu performance? \n\nOnce Momo approached the edge of the crowd, his guess would've have been farther off. The expressions on the people in the crowd were a mix of worry, confusion, and curiosity towards the building. Officers would also be surrounding and shouting towards the building about a hostage situation. \n\nThis was serious. Not wanting to disturb the officers, he turns to someone nearby. \n\n\"Excuse me, do you know what exactly happened?\""
},
{
"author": "Alexander Arawn",
"message": "**Alexander, both a trauma healer and a bounty hunter would also be walking down the road of Salvainia. After his lovely rest at an inn, he gelt energised and even ready for a quest, he would be wearing his plague doctor outfit, he would also be armed to the teeth, carrying his katana, crossbow, his quiver of bolts, and about 6 throwing daggers.**\n\n**As he walked down the road, he also realised the large crowd of people gathering up. He wonders what it is all about and decide to went toward the crowd, as he passed by a few people he looked up and realised it is a hostage situation. He decided that he can help in this situation and would turn to the person beside him that might know more what is going on. He decide to speak to the person in a polite tone**\n\n\"Hello, may I ask, do you know what is going on here?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Lee, the wood elf, turns to the pair who approach and wipes her brow. Some of the stress is getting to her, but she's keeping composed and confident. Endless thanks to Kohm who told her how to lead better.\n\"There's a hostage situation in this place. We're trying to defuse it but they aren't negotiating...\" She looks over to an officer who approaches for orders, which she grants, and then turns back to the other two. \"Stretched kind of thin; don't have enough men to act... Could you help us out? We'll reward you for your service of course.\"\nAs if on cue to remind everybody of the intensity of the situation, there's a bunch of shouts and a window explodes with a plume of fire blasting out of it, launching off an officer who attempted to climb and sending him falling to the ground and totally winded with some burns. He's immediately aided by another two lawmen, one holding up a ward to protect and another dragging him off the grounds while applying healing magic.\n\"Yeah... Not negotiatiable.\" Lee mutters.```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Coincidentally, another man would ask the wood elf the same question. He appeared to be in an odd *Costume*? Or perhaps it was his armour. \nNonetheless, Momo is surprised that the officers would ask for help from random passerby's. Then a man comes bursting out a window of flames, landing on the floor! *Looked like it hurt.*\n\n*Why would they ask for help from two random people they didn't know? I suppose Momo did look like a mercenary in his attire, and the costumed man next to him was equipped with weapons.* \n\n\"...If the authorities are having difficulties, I can try my hand at it.\" \n\n*Momo suspected the elf and officers had ulterior motives if they wanted others to get involved. Maybe they didn't want any more of their allies casualties? Or did they view mercenaries as disposable? Although he ignored that suspicion for now. There was potentially someone in danger, and if the elf asked for assistance it most likely means the situation is pretty sticky. \nMomo had not mentioned the costumed individual near him, he wasn't exactly sure of the man's intentions or capabilities."
},
{
"author": "Alexander Arawn",
"message": "**Alexander would turn his head, noticing Momo as they both ask the same question. Oddly, the smell of Rosemary is coming from his mask as he placed herbs in his mask before. He would look at the building and the situation, maybe he could sneak in and rescue the hostage. He decide to speak as he want to verify something.**\n\n\"Is violence an option at the moment? Seems negotiating is not working. I could try to sneak in and take them all out and rescue the hostage. Speaking of hostages, how many are there?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Lee appears relieved that the pair are offering their help. She doesn't see them as disposable, and hardly even knows if they're mercenary, but these guys are desperate for help.\n\"Violence isn't an option for us because we don't have enough men... Barely managing to cover every exit. I highly recommend not taking the place head-on though, unless you're good enough to take on a suspected five enemies,\" She explains. \"We know about alternate ways in... Are you indifferent towards sewer travel by any chance?\"```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo would be turned off by the man's phrasing. *Violence.* It rubbed him the wrong way, although for this hostage situation it seem terminating the threat is the best option. Perhaps negotiation could offer a distraction. \n\nThen the wood elf describes the current situation. *Five perpetrators? And it seems one of the them uses fire magic.* Then the wood elf asks the pair about sewer travel... Honestly Momo would prefer not to. The stench, having to clean his armour and clothes, bathing... But the reward, the potential glory, and especially since someone was in need...\n\nMomo takes in a breath for a moment, \"If that is one of the safest options to secure the hostage, I'm all for it!\""
},
{
"author": "Alexander Arawn",
"message": "**When he heard about the sewage to be the safest route. He would deeply exhaled. Alex is a germophobic, he would hate having his plague suit covered in stench, but with his mask filled with Rosemary, he can block off the stench.\n\n\"5 perpetrators.. Alright. I guess the I could try the sewage route aswell.\n**He would said, adjusting his plague mask**"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "\"5 perpetrators.. Alright. I guess I could try the sewage route aswell.\"\n**He would said, adjusting his plague mask.***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```She smiles and calls out for somebody else; \"Manfred, over here!\" And he shows up promptly. A tall man with medium armour, a broadsword on his hip and a large kite shield strapped to his arm, jogs over.\n\"What's up, sir?\" He asks ever so casually. Almost gets shot down with a glare from Lee, but she keeps her game face on.\n\"Need you to take these two to the sewer entrance quick,\" She says. \"Make sure they know where to go and debrief them with the specifics.\"\n\"You got it,\" Manfred answers. Lee heads off to another area to lead elsewhere, and Manfred turns to the group. \"Over this way,\" He says, leading the duo over to an area not too far from here. Bit of a walk, but they need to be out of sight so the perps don't realise what's going on.\nGives some time to ask questions if they have any.```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "While following Manfred, Momo would turn to his supposed partner in this mission. \"...Hello. Momo here.\" His greeting was rather blunt and straightforward. Maybe Momo was being too rude but the strange mask didn't make Alexander very trustworthy yet.\n\nMomo directs the next few questions toward the armored man in front, \"What's the current situation like? Do we know who they are and their intentions?\""
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would follow them and he would notice that Momo is speaking to him. You can't tell his expression because of his mask but he sounded calm as he replied**\n\n\"Hi, my name is Alexander.\"\n\n**He had a question aswell, but he would patiently wait for the man to answer Momo's question.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Manfred acknowledges the two. \"Hello, Momo, Alexander.\" He answers the situation question; \"Not very good at the moment. We've been able to lock the place down for some hours, but haven't got enough men to make a push... And there's hostages involved too. We're concerned that the perps might kill them if we attack, which is why Lee wants you two to sneak in and do what you can.\"\nThey continue on for a while until they come to a dead-end alleyway. Manfred leads them in there, to a manhole in the middle of it. \"Any questions before we go in?\"```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo would be slightly uncomfortable with the idea of sneaking in, he didn't exactly have the best stealth. Although, perhaps they'd want more vantage points? He didn't know how comfortable Alexander was with stealth too.\n\n\"Do you know of the five's abilities?\" \n\nMomo would also be curious of why a hostage was being held in the first place, but the important tasks of the mission comes first."
},
{
"author": "Alexander Arawn",
"message": "**Alexander deeply exhaled, he hope his Rosemary in his mask is strong enough to cover the stench of the sewers. As he adjust his mask on last time, he heard what Momo said, he simply replied:**\n\n\"Hawkeye, Thermal Vision, Night Vision, Coloured Night Vision, and Listener.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```\"One of them has fire magic, and we believe another has some kind of knock blast ability... Or something. You should try to take down the mages first,\" Manfred suggests.\nHe reaches down to the manhole cover and drags it open, then letting the other two get in first before he does.\n\"Stealth will make it easier, but if you can't do that so well, at least try to take some of them out so we can converge... And cut the hostage loose.\"```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo would be at first confused by what Alexander said, *What was he listing? Perhaps his own abilities? If so, stealth did suit him in this situation.*\n\n\"If I tried to stealth, I don't think I'd be all that successful. Alexander, maybe Manfred and I could offer a distraction while you stealth around?\""
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "\"Indeed, all it needs is good use.\"\n\n**He would said as he took a deep breath and soon went inside the manhole, hoping it does not stink so bad that he can't even smell his Rosemary.**"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Luckily for all three of them, this sewer route isn't actually that bad. It's surprisingly well-kept, with an elevated side area, wide walkways that pass over and cover every path, and decently flowing water running through the middle. It's not nearly as horrendous as one might have been expecting.\nManfred drops down after the other two enter. \"Try to ignore the homeless and steer clear of the gangsters,\" He says. \"Sewers have more shit than shit in them.\"\nHe grabs a hand lantern from his hip and carries it in his right hand, currently not holding his sword. Shield still strapped to the left arm, but it's too big and bulky to also carry the hand lantern. Manfred lights the lamp up and gets moving with the group.\nThe sewers are almost pitch black except for the zones with manholes, overhead openings, torches, and fires or lights made by the people down here. Those lights are few and far between though, and the braziers aren't lit, suggesting nobody has really needed that light source so much. Still the torches attached to each of them are not static, so either if the two can grab one and light it up if they want to.```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Alexander would be hard to read... Momo didn't understand him. He couldn't tell his facial expression from the strange mask, and his tone of voice would seem unchanging.\n\n*Oh god...* It was time to get down into the sewers. It'd be an awkward climb down, Momo adjusted himself and his armour in the rigid way down. Momo held his breath as he climbed down, he didn't want to be hit with another *Disgusting* Stench. It reminded him of his first quest; that goblin cave. His skin crawled. \n\nPreparing himself for the worst, he finally lets himself take a breath and look around the sewers. \n\n**\"Oh thank god.\"** Oops, he let that slip. He covered his mouth with his hand and bowed slightly to Manfred and Alexander. \n\n*Ignore the homeless? That'd be hard... And awkward. Momo never knew what to do with his eyes when passing by the homeless.* Momo's body becomes slightly stiff as they continued to head-on following Manfred as their only guide at the moment. He held onto his spear tightly, becoming slightly nervous now they were doing this.\n\n\"Oh!\" Momo reached into his cuirass, he took out his amulet in a weird rigid motion. Activating it, `Gift of Luminescence` lits up bright light 3 feet around him and 15 feet of dim light. \"There we go...\" \n\n\"Manfred, do you know exactly where we'll be entering? Like, where we'll be positioned compared to those 5 bastards?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "And that's fine. Quests are great for character growth."
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**As Alexander went in the manhole, he found it to be less of a sewage. He deeply sighed of relief that he doesn't have to meet the perpetrators and fighting them while looking like he came out of a toilet.**\n\n**As Alexander heard something about gangsters and homeless people, he is quite prepared when gangsters ever attack him but homeless people? He may look like a cold-blooded doctor, but he somewhat have a heart.**\n\n**Alexander won't be needing any form of light because he would activate his Night Vision and Coloured Night Vision to see the dark. But he appreciate it.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Manfed turned and looked over to Momo as he started generating some kind of light. \"Hey, nice. Where'd you get that from?\" He asks, inquiring about the amulet. Would be far more useful than a hand lantern.\nAfter posing the question he waits for a response, and then he goes on to answer Momo's question: \"Bottom floor. The perps apparently broke in from underground... For some reason. We're gonna be taking the same route as them and take them by surprise from below. As for exactly where we're entering... I don't know.\"\nAs they walk, they come by a fire barrel that lights the area up pretty well. Manfred lowers his arm for a bit while they pass by, using that light and Momo's glow for some respite and he massages his shoulder.\nAn old man, a Felinid mother holding a bundle in her arms, and a one-armed heavily scarred Brayer are nestled near the fire barrel. There's also a well-living Fire Macen with many burns on him.\nManfred stares that Fire Macen down, recognising him. \"You! You're wanted for conspiring treason!\"\nUnbeknownst to the two questers - but knownst to L'espoir - this Fire Macen is the first target from the first Deliverance quest I hosted. The homeless group is also composed of the same people that Maximus and Uggy met in the same quest.\nAs soon as Manfred piped up, the Brayer stands up and holds his arm forward as if to defend everybody behind him. Even with just one arm, this guy, towering over everyone and having to bend down to not hit his head on the sewer roof, could probably wipe them all out if provoked.\nThe baby starts crying.\nManfred growls. He has a strict sense of law, and oft forgoes morals in his pursuit of justice, but he isn't gonna face off against the large Brayer. He looks to his two companions, and decides to continue on with them, saying nothing else of it.```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"It's an enchantment!\" Momo stopped himself from explaining further about the enchantment. Did he want to mention he took the enchantment because he liked the idea of being *A shining light of hope? Oh god, that was cheesy. He blushed a little.*\n\nMomo would think over Manfred's response. *Wouldn't they take precautions to block where they came from? Hopefully, they were dumb enough to not do that. Unless...*\n\nThen, Manfred would suddenly accuse a Fire Macen of treason! *Oh god. Oh god Momo was saying oh god a lot today.* Luckily, they didn't get into a confrontation, they already had their hands full with the hostage situation. Although the air would have a slight thickness because of that interaction. *Did they want to go back and confront those suspects afterward? Or?* For now, Momo trusts Manfred's decision of continuing on. \n\nMomo directed another question to Manfred, \"Why are they holding a hostage? Surely it's for some sort of ransom.\""
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**As Alexander turned his head to Momo, he doesn't want to sound rude so he politely spoke* \"I am just gonna use my Night Vision.\" *He would halt as he saw a group of people by the fire barrel. Once Manfred accuse the fire macen for treason, he fixed his coat a bit incase the fire macen decide to run or anything.**\n\n**He would start to take some calm breaths with the help of the Rosemary in his mask which Manfred and Momo can possibly smelt in his mask. He would nod in approval to continue on as he had a weird feeling in his stomach of what happened to these people, he did felt atleast some pity.**\n\n**He decided its his turn to reply and would speak to Manfred** \"Do these perpetrators have some sort of reputation before? Like a bounty on them? Just wondering since I am a bounty hunter.\"'"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```Manfred pushes aside his thoughts of arresting the traitor to answer their questions.\n\"Think they did a botched robbery and took hostages to buy time. Explains why they broke in from below. We see this a lot really, people using hostages as deterrent.\" He them answers Alexander's question; \"Not that we can tell just yet. We don't know what any of them look like, but they are not common thugs. They knew where the were going when they attacked... Guess time will tell.\"\nUp ahead there's a light and the group can see what looks like a broken wall. \"We're here. Hope you're ready.\"```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"Hmm, so they're desperate?\" Momo mumbles to himself. If it's a botched robbery, they should perhaps be open to negotiation. They most likely want to escape. If they were so hostile standing there ground, there must be *Something* They don't want us touching. \n\nMomo wouldn't have much time to keep going through his thoughts before they reached a broken wall. He deactivated his `Gift of Luminescence` and tucked the amulet away. \n\n\"They're most likely fidgety and have clouded judgement. I could try negotiating, or at least, offer a distraction while Manfred and Alexander secure the hostage. Although that's my suggestion, what do you guys think?\" Honestly, even after witnessing the man fall off from the window, Momo believed he might still be able to negotiate with them. His `Gift of Goodwill` would really help in this situation. But maybe Momo was being too confident?"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "Alexander would start to think, what is there purpose of taking these hostages in the first place. There must be another purpose he though to himself. As they reached the broken wall, he deactivated his **Night Vision and Coloured Night Vision** And ready to activate his **Listener** Ability.\n\n\"I guess, I am taking the stealth option.\"\n\n**Alexander would commented, stealth won't be too hard for Alex as he is good when it comes to it. Bounty hunting is often about stealth.**"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```\"Let's hope your plan works,\" He says to Momo. \"Let's go.\"\nHe steps forward into the next room. It appears to be the basement of the building, given how dim and full of random junk it is.\n\"Ah... Step lightly,\" Manfred says quietly. He starts slowly passing through, making sure to avoid stepping on or knocking over anything. Manfred has already turned off his hand lantern, and he holds his shield-bearing arm straight against his chest so it isn't out wide, as well as to protect from the chance of a surprise attack.```\n\nSorry for being slow all of a sudden but I'm a bit depressed because I cut my finger and need to swipe type... Or did have to earlier."
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*Would the plan work? Momo was starting to second guess himself. The plan wasn't properly thought through, they still didn't have all the details for it to work. For the plan to work in the first place, Momo would have to be separated from the group. And if any of those scoundrels saw the group huddles together, Momo doubted they'd be open to negotiation. He decided to retract his original plan.* \n\nFor now, he follows alongside Manfred and Alexander in their quiet footsteps. He tried to move in a way where is armor would make the least amount of noise as possible. Normally he'd ask some more questions to Manfred and Alexander although he didn't know if there was possibly someone nearby who could hear their whispers.\n\nFor a moment, the nervousness of this impromptu stealth mission made Momo's legs feel light. Taking a tranquil breath, he let the nervousness pass and took a moment to control his silent movements. He held onto his spear with a firmer grip, ready and excited to strike at the first *Villain* That appears!"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would think about the plan Manfred had. He wondered if its a good plan, but since he is good at when it comes to stealth, he can manage but what about Momo? He doesn't know him but he thinks that Momo is bad when it comes to stealth when he once said it.**\n\n**For now he would follow Manfred as he readies his katana by adjusting his sword belt, due to his leather armour, he was considered light and brought less bolts as usual. Not making that much heavy footsteps. Alexander would start to lightly walk, making sure to make no noise as possible. He would put his right hand on the handle, ready to pull it out.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Hey guys I can't keep going. No motivation and probably not gonna have time today because 'somebody' is in a mood."
},
{
"author": "kuruminoah",
"message": "im okay with that! Sorry bout everything, hope it turns out better later on"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "`Quest Ended - Partial Rewards given`"
}
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The party of adventurers would walk into a tavern, maybe all at the same time, maybe not. But they all have gone into the tavern, likely with no knowledge the others would be here. The tavern would reek of a gingery beer and the floorboards would creek with every step, but the chairs were pretty nice. There would be 6 tables with 4 chairs each in the room, a counter would be in the side of the room which was where a gruff man who was presumably the owner of the establishment. Despite the smell and floorboards, the tavern would actually be quite nice. Looking at the menu's would show that this place specialized in hamburgers and ginger beer.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka went into a tavern with party members, and certainly there was a strong smell of alcohol from many men's. Some people were fighting behind the scenes and there was spilled alcohol on the floor. To find out about today's quest, she moved to the wall with the board*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace entered the tavern, his stomach growling deeply. He was starving at the moment. This was because he was forced to hide from guards for what seemed like hours. He approached the gruff looking man at the bar*\n\"Ill take a large burger with a side of ale... God im hungry.\" \n*He was so hungry that he didn't even look for things to steal, which was odd for him. He would reach into his pocket, and pay for his meal before sitting at an empty table. The elf, after noticing her, would watch the Oni girl who he met only this morning. Horace watched as she wandered over to the bounty board. He said nothing, rather waiting for his food.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*After a few hours spent sitting inside of a rudimentary caravan departing from Narshapi, Elnarwen finally reached the salvainian capital. The burns caused by that stupid chair were far behind her now.*\n*She stretched. The sit was uncomfortable. She usually chose classier means of travelling, but she was saving some money, since business wasn't lucrative at all since a few weeks now. She even had to leave Silnaria to finally find a decent contract! What a disgrace! But work is work.*\n*The silver-haired elf reticently and paid one Silver to the peasant who bore her 'superior character all the way.*\n`\"So... This is New Salvainia? ... It looks like a sub-Ulnoor to me.\"` *She disdainly muttered.* `\"But at least, I will find some work, here.\"`\n*She chose the first inn that came to her sight. She quickly glanced at her surroundings once inside. It was a complete, ugly mess, and the smell was terrible, but what mattered was that the board was filled with quests. She would have had to filter which one would have suited her needs, but for now, she was thirsty.*\n*Elnarwen quickly noticed a tall member of her species and came forward to him. A faint smile drew on her lips as an emotionless but smooth voice would have tickled Horace's ear.*\n`\"Hi. Is the sit taken?\"`\n*She patiently waited for an answer while quickly checking behind her, noticing a female red Oni coming closer to the board. Another one? It seemed like the cold elf was an Oni-magnet those times...*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka, who was staring at the board, felt like someone was looking at her. She looked back and there was an elf looking at her. High-rise ears, blonde hair, tall height, white skin, sure she was an elf. Kyoka didn't like Elf very much as a red Oni, but anyway she welcomed her.*\n\n\"You've been looking at me ever since. Are you one of our party members?\"\n\n*She was checking the elf's body and equipment. Kyoka was sure that she was new to this dirty tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace watched as the female elf approached him and asked for a seat. He would motion to the seat as if to say, \"Go ahead.\" A deep grumble would come from his belly as a waitress brought him a plate containing a burger and drink. The elf carefully removed his mask and began to eat his meal. He ate with haste as his hunger drove him, but he managed not to make a mess. After he'd finish he would sip on his drink as the Oni approached. He would remain silent as Kyoka spoke, leaving his mask down for the mean time.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*As the man barely allowed her to sit next to him, her smile quickly disappeared from her face. One could have tell that she wasn't really content with that cold answer. But inside of her, she probably knew that she should have been the same toward others, too.*\n`\"Thanks.\"` *She sharply replied while sitting on the stool, mechanically crossing her legs like 'any lady of her presence' would do.*\n*But someone called for her it seemed. She lightly turned her upperbody to uncover the unknown voice which came from behind. The Oni.*\n*She lightly sighted, but she was getting used to meet with those demons now. Plus, she wasn't in the Silnari Empire now, so she couldn't really act very haughty like usual.*\n`\"A party member? I don't really know what you are talking about, Oni. I'm just here to have a drink, then find some jobs to do.\"` *She coldly replied.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "\"Huh...\"\n*She picked a table in the back, sat down, ordered a bottle of alcohol and chicken, and hit the table hard*\n\"Why are people being so annoying today...\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*As the girl elf sat, he would wipe his hands on a small cloth, looking at the girl with her mechanical movements and cold atmosphere, he would extend his hand as welcome to the elf girl*\n\"Nice to meet you, my names Horace... I haven't met much more elf's so your a sight for sore eyes.\"\n*He seemed interested enough in the girl, though he would soon turn to Kyoka, who seemed to be having a bad time.*\n\"Calm down, people arent being annoying, your just overly sensitive. And dont slam the table, last thing we need is to be fined by the owner.\"\n*He would say in a lecturing tone*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*She turned the back on the red Oni when Horace engaged the conversation. Her voice became a lot friendlier than before when she realized that he's been feeling alone in this land too, although it retained Elnarwen's pragmatism.*\n`\"Yes, tell me about it. Pff... If it wasn't for the work, I would have stayed in Ulnoor, for sure.\"` *She sighed and rested her chin on the palm of her pale hand.* `\"Nice to meet you, Horace. My name is Elnarwen Helchithil.\"`\n*The tall swordswoman seemed to progressively release her tension. That guy even lectured the red demon! Finally some common sense.*\n`\"Ahem, you know her?\"` *She asked quietly after purposely clearing her voice.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "\"Now let's stop chatting and find out about today's quest\" *She glared at Elf. The alcohol and food she was eating quickly disappeared.* \"Ahhh, I'm damn full!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*He would retract his hand as he realized he wasn't gonna get a handshake.*\n\"Really? Well its a good thing your work brought you here. I do know her Miss, Elnarwen. Her name's Kyoka, we're partying up for a quest that we haven't decided on. That's why we're here, to get a job, and some food.\"\n*He would look at the Oni, nodding in agreement to her line about finding a quest. He would place his face mask back on, with a sigh.*\n\"Well, Miss Elnarwen, ill see you later... Unless you'd be willing to join us?\""
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Her thoughts were so full of Onis that she didn't even realized that Horace was willing to greet her with manners. Her pale face quickly became pink, then red, as her embarrassment rose.*\n`\"O-Oh! I'm sorry... I'm not used to formalities anymore with all of those peasants here. You may find me sincerely confused about that...\"`\n*The lady glanced away to avoid any direct contact with the thief's sight. She really wanted to express a sincere guilt about this incident.*\n*She only faced him again when he proposed her to join his group. Why not, after all? Finding her kind was already rare enough in Salvainia, and she was also here for money.*\n`\"I... Would gladly land you a hand, Horace... But...\"` *She hesitated as her morale guided her words.*\n*She shot a displeased look at Kyoka and tried to dissuade the elf to quest with the demon woman.*\n`\"Do we really *NEED* To carry her with us? I mean... Can we trust her?\"`"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka gazed at Elnarwen*\n\n\"Hey, even though Elf and Oni have a bad relationship, do we have to compete in places like this? Huh... Of course, the elves have a lot of pride in their race, unlike our Demons.\"\n\n*She put her face close to Elnarwen's* \n\n\"I'm not like any other red Oni, I'm one of the merchants who buys and sells things as normal as anyone else.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would give a slight look of confusion as her face turned red, though her explanation would remove his confusion.*\n\"Its quite alright.\"\n*Horace's confusion would soon turn up again as she tried to avoid eye contact with him. When she faced him again and spoke, he'd arch an eye brow at her 'but'.*\n\"The more the merrier, that's what i think. Besides, if she wasn't trust worthy, she wouldn't be sitting there.\"\n*As Kyoka spoke, he would do nothing to stop her from speaking her mind, instead nodding in agreement. He would stand up, stretching slightly.*\n\"Now then, lets take a look at the quest board, shall we?\"\n*The elf walks over to the board the Oni was looking at earlier, pulling a paper off of it and waving the others to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Elnarwen felt incredibly uncomfortable when Kyoka faced her really close. She didn't know what to reply as the Oni's reaction wasn't excpected. Instead, she fixed her and confronted her from eyesight, not saying a word. The crimson woman could have easily seen the natural disdain of high elves in her prideful sapphire eyes.*\n*When Kyoka finally distanced herself, the elf lady heavily sighted then graciously rose from her seat as Horace called the two girls. She was still blushing from the many feelings that were tormenting her.*\n`\"It's fine, Elna. It's for the job. This is just for money.\"` *She lowly muttered.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "'So what's the quest?' *She crossed her legs, and began to rearrange her armor.*\n\n\"Let me know when you find out exactly what the quates are.\"\n\n*Kyoka peeped into Elnarwen's face while he was grooming her armor.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*He would remain quite for a moment. Seemingly reading it.*\n\"Its a raid quest. Supposedly theres a cult near by and the church wants them gone. Dont know how the cult got there but they need to go.\" \n*He looks towards the two standoffish woman, with a sigh and nervous chuckle*\n\"Hows that sound to you two?\""
}
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{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*The tension between the two women was palpable. Elnarwen approached the tall hooded elf likely to also take a look at the quest herself when Horace summarized it. She had to raise her head to speak to him, which was quite uncommon for her to do.*\n`\"Does it pay well?\"` *She stoically asked. She then glanced at the sheet to answer her own question.*"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "Chair: *Creacks in the general direction of elnarwen*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*When looking at the details on the board, you notice the name of the cult and other bits and bops of information. The location of the central building is known but they have reason to believe that all the cultists have magic, so the town guards wouldn't be able to deal with it themselves. Apparently the cult is dedicated to a being of fire, who knows what they're trying to do currently. Whatever, the location of the objective would be known to be an abandoned church to the north of town.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka took the paper with the quest and brought it to the table.* \n\n\"Well, it looks like the Cults have magic, so the guards can't mess with them... Their location is known as an abandoned church north of town.\"\n\n*She touched her fist.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace was slightly surprised as the Oni stole the paper from him, after all, stealing was his thing. He would shrug, walking back over to the table, he'd respond to the elven girl as he got back to the table.*\n\"It didn't specify for payment, but you can assume its a decent amount because its from the church.\"\n*He'd look back to the Oni as she read the description of the cultists, nodding as she spoke. He would look to the Elnarwen for approval of the quest.*\n\"Cultist with magic, seems about right. The paper said something about a fire entity so its safe to assume they'd mainly use fire magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Elnarwen stayed on place, weighting up the pros and cons. But it didn't take long for her to accept, on her own way.*\n`\"Cultists?... Pathetic. But since it seems that they are organized and possess magic knowledge, I guess this should pay enough...\"` *She disdainly observed. After a brief pause, she pursued.* `\"... And I have a thing against fire users. My ice will extinguish their hope, their fire and their stupid faith. Count me in.\"`\n*The high elf had a good souvenir from fire magic. She looked down at her partially blackened boots as she had flashbacks of that arrogant chair.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "\"Okay, we'll let you in. Elves or whatever, the more party members, the better.\"\n\n*Kyoka smiled at her. She picked up the paper, put on her armor, and prepared to go to battle.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace nodded, he was already ready for what was to come. He would head to the door, opening it for his two comrades.*\n\"Come on then, lets get going before another party takes them out.\"\n*Horace seemed eager enough for the mission. It had been a while since he did a job and wanted to get some action again. Even if that meant getting shanked or burnt. He would motion to the others to move out of the tavern into the world.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The party would make their way towards the abandoned church, the roads paved ahead are run-down which shows that the area of town is rather... Not rich. The party is all working towards their goal of killing a cult in order for that sweet money, which is nice. Honestly not many details of these heretics were given, which was rather disappointing, the only thing that was found out was that they likely could have fire magic. Now, fire is definitely a strong tool but using it inside a building is risky and dangerous, so it'd be a trade off fighting in the church... If you do fight there, being stuck in a burning building is a risk but if you're fast enough you can probably escape and let the cultists burn themselves. Fighting outside prevents the pyromaniacs from burning themselves, but much safer for everyone involved*\n\n*They would finally make it to the outside of the building, what ever shall they do?*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*The party arrived in a few minutes right in front of the church, which really was in a bad shape, although it offered a better cover against curious eyes.*\n`\"I suggest that one of us climbs the roof silently to see if we can get informations about them from a broken stained-glass window. We can't rush inside without a plan, either. Any idea, Horace?\"` *She asked. Did she already forget about Kyoka or was it intentional? Her voice was emotionless as ever.*\n*She patiently waited for an answer from her temporary comrades while crossing her arms and putting her weight on one hip.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Something had to support her to get up the window. Of course, Kyoka was too much to bear her heavy weight because she was Oni. Kyoka looked at Elnarwen.*\n\n\"Hey Elnarwen, I'll lift your ass, so you go up the window. You're probably the lightest one here.\"\n\n*As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed Elnarwen's two thighs and went to the near windows.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Well, i am a thief so i would have the best chance of getting up there without getting caught.\"\n*Horace would scan the building in its entirety, looking for broken windows. Though his train of thought would soon be cut off by the hilarity that was the elven girl getting lifted by an Oni up to a broken window. If this wasn't a time for stealth he would of let out a loud laugh, but instead he would just lightly chuckle.*\n\"Yeah, you two look, ill keep watch out side.\" \n*Horace had a wide smile on his face, though invisible to others because of his mask. He would look around, making sure no cultists were watching or coming close*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "`\"Wh-what?! W-Wait! W-What are you doi-\"`\n*Kyoka's strength allowed her to lift Elnarwen without any problem. The latter became completely red as she got caught off-guard and couldn't have prevented the Oni's grasp.*\n`\"I... I won't forgive you for this! You brute!\"` *She loudly complained before the muscular crimson woman moved to the church.*\n*Although she was upset and two hundred percent embarassed because she was being lifted while wearing a dress, she didn't struggle and became quiet as they approached the window. Her eyes would have had the power to kill on their own at this moment thanks to her irritation.*\n*The haughty elf grabbed the border of the windows and rested her hands on it without any noise while Kyoka kept her grasp. She was now in position to see a good chunk of the church's interior.*\n```Silent V : +1000% harder to hear```"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Elnarwen would make up to the roof, but there would be no windows to look into... It never really had a good budget it would seem. The only way seems to lead them outside of the building or rush inside, maybe there could be another clever plan but getting inside or getting information from the roof would prove to be difficult. It is easily assumed that none of the cultists know of the party outside the door. Speaking of doors, there would 3 entrances into the building. 1 would be right where they are, it seems like it would open to a hallway, which would probably have a couple cultists guarding it. The second entrance would seem to lead into the previous pantry turned scorched room, it would seem this would be the least defended but would be farthest away from chapel, where the leaders of this cult would be. The third and last would lead straight to the leaders, but would likely be the most defended.*\n\n*A big issue would be Kyoka, she couldn't enter building without focusing most of her strength towards staying in the building. The building technically is still a holy residence, which understandedbly causes much more effort.*"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "\"I'm sorry I haven't told you yet... I'm actually a vampire.\"\n\n\"I can't go inside because I'm a vampire. No matter how broken the church is, it's still a sacred place...\" \n\n*She spoke with a long sword pulled out.*\n\n\"Even ...Can't go inside, ...But I can lure them away, remove their boss while I lure them.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would turn back to the two as the Oni spoke about her vampire status. He was surprised, but not enough to warrant a visible response. She was already a demon, a vampire wouldn't change much. He thought for a moment as the Oni set down Elnarwen, drew her sword, and mentioned her plan.*\n\"If i believe right, one person wont be enough to fight a vanguard of cultists. As such i suggest Elnarwen and Kyoka stay behind and draw their attention while i sneak in through that door over there and take the leaders out.\"\n*As he mentioned the door, he'd point to the door that lead into the pantry like room. He would look at the floor, seemingly thinking up the logistics of his plan*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*It seemed like there wasn't any opportunity for the party to have a look inside. Frustrated, Elnarwen gracefully touched the ground as the Oni released her. She frowned while announcing the bad news.*\n`\"Not any window to look inside. Guess we'll have to-\"` *She abruptly stopped when Kyoka revealed her true nature.*\n*She back off immediately from her and put her fingers on her the grip of her longsword, readying into her combat posture.*\n`\"So not only you are a demon, but a vampire with that?! You better not do anything regrettable, I swear.\"`\n*She was wary, and nobody could blame her for that this time, vampires weren't the best person to befriend generally speaking. But she knew what mattered most. Money.*\n*Still on her guards, she answered Horace coldly.*\n`\"I don't want to fight alongside her! I could also sneak by behind. This is my job.\"`\n*After a brief but heavy silence and death stares, she finally agreed -partially at least-.*\n`\"I will assist you, demon. But any bad move and I won't hesitate to target your red skin with my arrows. I hope you understand.\"`\n*At least, she was frank. Everyone in the party should have known their role now, and as they would have moved forward, the cold lady summoned her magical bow to be ready for the incoming battle and loosed a first icy arrow.*\n`\"I call upon you, Givrépines. We will chastise those heretics together.\"`\n\n\nMana: 65/100```"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka gave her a sad smile* \n\n*Immediately she scratched the sword on the ground and shouted at them(cults).\n\"Hey! You bastards!\"\nShe put the Longsword down on the ground and clenched her fist.*\n\n\"I prefer my fists to sword.\"\n\n```\nEnable Steel Skin -20 \nEnable Herculean Strength -15 \nEnable Fleet Foot -11.25\nMana: 46.25/140\n\n```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would ignore the Elf girl's pleads, as she seemed to accept it anyways. Moving towards the door of the pantry like space, he would give a signal to the two, as if to say, \"Go ahead.\" He would quickly and silently move into the building while the others made a distraction of themselves.*\n``Racial Trait: Hidden Stalker Used``"
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{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*A simple fireball was no problem for Elnarwen. As she heared the incantations and felt the fire magic being cast, she shot her icy arrow right into the incoming fireball. The shock between the two extreme temperatures would have created a thin mist in a mini-explosion, which would probably have quickly dissipated. Now that the cultists revelealed their position, the elfic bounty huntress readied a new enchanted arrow.*\n`\"You better surrender now, heretics! I shall spare you from a cold, painful death.\"` *She shouted at her enemies while gazing at them.*\n*Next arrow promised to be less friendly than the first one, and she slowly advanced while loosing to the cultist from the right.*\n```Elnarwen used 1 arrow.\n\nMana regained: +10 Mana\nMana Pool: 65/100```"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "*Kyoka made her body as hard as steel, and her muscles were doubled and her speed of movement was much faster than before. She soon began to attack Cult A by punched him in the face very hard.*\n\n\"While I'm dragging their feet, someone has to beat their boss.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would quickly and silently move into the Hall way. He would draw his dagger, slowly moving to the cultist closest to him. Placing one hand over the cultist's mouth to muffle any screams that eod come out of them. He would place his dagger across their neck, silently sliting their throat, and gently laying their corpse on the floor as to not attract attention."
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Cultist A's fireball would hit Kyoka, but it wouldn't affect him much at all be cause he was covered in steel. Kyoka would charge into cultist A for revenge for the fireball that had no effect, the attack would knock the cultist into the wall. Elnarwen would miss the fireball but would still hit cultist B in the arm, reducing their general speed by 0.2. Elnarwen would be hit by the fireball on the arm as well, burning resin would be stuck on her arm burning her until she clears it off of herself. Horace had favorable conditions for a counter attack, making his assassination a success! While he wasn't the stealthiest around, cultist C wasn't the most observant either. Cultist B would fire another fireball at Elnarwen.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*While Elnarwen aimed at the fireball, the arrow seemingly missed the intended target but surprisingly landed on the foe. A twist that wasn't expected, but maybe turned the situation in her favor now that her enemy was numb by the cold which spread in his arm, then his spine.*\n*As the cultist readied another fireball, the elf huntress would've immediately released her previously loosed sapphire arrow to the target this time, and she would've rolled to the side to dodge the incoming flames.*\n*Assuming the evasion would've been a success, she would've cast Crystal Skin in order to soften the burn damage thanks to the cold.*\n`\"Dammit! Why do they always possess fire magic?!\"` *She would've complained, thinking about that chair fiend again.*\n*It seemed like that guy really marked her.*\n```Elnarwen used 1 arrow (98 remaining).\n\nMana Pool: 50/100```"
},
{
"author": "bisu1074",
"message": "```Kyoka attacked Cult B with a headcracker. -15\nMana: 61.25/140 \n```\n\"That's why magic is the most annoying.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*While the others moved on cultist B, he would check in the cultist Kyoka had nocked to the wall. If the robed figure was conscious, he would move his dagger across his neck as well, perhaps spilling blood on his cloak. If the clutist was unconscious, Horace would leave him be, declaring they were no longer a threat. He would instead look back at Kyoka and Elnarwen, gazing with an amused look as they attacked the remaining cultist.*"
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Looking at the hallway in detail, it'd be noticeably fancy, nothing too much. The drapery is a ripped blue cloth, the murals are poorly done, most of everything here is passable to be in a church but on a budget. It really has that scorching smell the cult is behind no doubt, I wonder why they decided to place this as their base of operations. Perhaps a defense is necessary against vampire, who knows why they want to be protected against them. The hallways is about 20ft long and most of it is made of inflammable material except the afformentioned drapery.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*The high elf huntress nodded and discreetly approached Horace and stood behind him. She let him take a look at what was inside the building before she whispered to him*\n`\"What do you see? Do you hear anything?\"` *She silently asked.*\n*She loaded another enchanted arrow in advance, and readied her grip on Givrépines.*\n`\"I guess that they won't get out of here now. Should we enter by force? I could cover you with my icy arrows.*\n*Although she faintly spoke to not get heard, the haughty elf was surprisingly sounding a lot friendlier than when they met. Did Horace get her attention or confidence? For sure being an elf was an advantage when standing alongside Elnarwen anyway.*\n```Crystal Skin active 2/4\n\nMana Pool: 50/100```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would be silent for the moment as he stood behind the door, his ears twitching to even the smallest sound. However, even though his senses were keen, it would seem he couldn't hear anything inside. He'd let out a small sigh as the huntress moved behind him and began asking questions. Turning to her, he would shake his head.*\n\"Can't hear anything, not sure if the doors too thick or if they're just that quite. Could be that they're escaping, so its a good idea to bust in now. You go for the leader, seeing how they're' probably gonna run while we fight the guards.\"\n*Horace's tone was quite depressing, he seemed disappointed in himself for not being able to hear his opponents through the door. The elf would shake his head, again, trying to refocus himself, he would nod to Elnarwen, and silently open the door. Peeking in on the other side.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Oop sorry I hadn't noticed that last part about Horace listening in, I'll remedy that here. He had heard the cult leader yelling about invaders and that the cultists must get ready for combat, noises of armor being equipped would be heard from the room.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Elnarwen was ready. As the door slowly opened an unfriendly yell echoed in the church's walls, giving orders to other people. But judging by the steely noises, the young huntress assumed they weren't ready to defend themselves against the duo.*\n*She obeyed Horace's order and fired her crystal arrow to the yelling man as soon as the gap between the opened door became enough for her to aim decently. If any of their opponent had a protection ability, it was their time, since the boss was targetted immediately. But that would have also given a cover for Horace who would have been able to sneak on a casting minion.*\n*The arrow would have been precisely shot thanks to the bow's enchantments, but in any case, Elnarwen loosed a second arrow in case the first attempt would have failed.*\n*Assuming her elfic comrade would have done his part of the job, she didn't feel like giving him any other indication and focused in the battle plainly without a word this time.*\n```Crystal Skin active 3/4\n\nElnarwen used 1 arrow (97 remaining).\nMana regained: +10\nMana Pool: 50/100```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*As Elnarwen released her arrow, Horace would take a moment to draw a blue magic circle in the air, the circle lighting up and a grey wolf appearing. ``Spirit Wolves ( 15 mana used, 80 mana left)``. \"Alpha, eliminate cultist targets.\" Horace and his wolf would then move through the doorway. As they arrived in the Chapel, Horace would quickly glance around, looking for any cultist's who seemed to be casting a spell. If he would spot one, he'd quickly move to impale it with his long sword, though clumsily as he it had been a while since he last used a long sword. If the caster was too far away, he would ignore them, instead, moving to attack the nearest cultist there. His wolf would move to attack the second nearest cultist, separate of Horace's target.*\n``5 mana regenerated, 85 mana remaining.``"
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{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*As her shot bounced off the leader's armor, Elnarwen had to reconsider about firing the next arrow. Now there were two fireball coming at her!*\n*The archeress instead chose to focus on dodging entirely this time, a certainly wise choice. She would have run toward the first pillar that the church had to offer to protect herself from the incoming flames.*\n`\"Horace! I won't be able to shoot the boss! We have to find another way! Be careful!\"` *She informed her comrade, her voice echoing between the stone walls.*\n*She didn't know if the pillar was going to take those fireballs for her, but at least it would have offered her a temporary cover and enough time to plan her next moves. She would have then dismissed her magical bow and would've instead drawn her longsword, Sonata Luna, while taking a deep breath. Things were getting serious.*\n```Elnarwen dismissed Givrépines.\n\nMana Pool: 45/100```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*As Horace stabbed into cultist, a small grin, though hidden, would appear on his face. \"Wow, this is a good sword... Been a while since ive impaled someone through the chest with a sword.\". Horace would use his leg to pull the cultist off his sword, kicking him off while pulling back on the sword as Elnarwen spoke.*\n\"Thanks for the heads up... Let's focus on the small guys first, ok?\"\n *He would quickly approach the second closest cultist, attempting to decapitate them. Horace's wolf, after its failed attack, would run back to the door in which the three came. Getting a running head start and attempting to jump on and knock over the cultist, going for his neck this time.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The second closest cultist certainly would be more prepared for this attack, evading the sword attack. The wolf would start to run up but would take another turn to actually make the attack, giving ample reaction time to the leader and remaining cultist. The leader likely wasn't too special except for the plate armor he has, he would shoot another fireball but this time at the wolf running to lunge at the cultist. The cultist would also fireball the wolf, both Horace and Elnarwen would be safe from fire. The leader would draw his sword in order to defend himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Breathing for a few seconds really benefited to Elnarwen, and fortunately for her, the pillar seemed resistant. Now she could have started to fight seriously.*\n*She followed the new instruction and fiercely rushed toward the cultist guard, the unfortunate latter who prefered to turn his back and to target Horace's invocation instead of aiming at the hidden lady. Easy target. The huntress' slash would have been executed very quickly and precisely, as if she gracefully danced with her singing weapon. Since the minor cultists didn't have time to fully gear themselves up, the crescent cut would have been aimed at the heretic's joints located behind his kness. That way the wolf would probably have been able to finish him off while the latter would collapse on the stone floor.*\n*She would've then turned toward the leader, who should've been alone now . She would've walked one or two meters toward him, swinging her hips while acting like the high and haughty high elf she was. Her voice was irresistibly irritating.*\n`\"You know, sir, I actually don't care about your religion. And I feel completely indifferent about your followers' death... Or even... Y o u r death. It is nothing against you, of course, it is only a matter of business after all. But you still can save your life at least...\"`\n*She would've paused as she would've readied her blade for the last enemy, getting into her combat stance.*\n`\"... So please, be a wise macen and drop your sword. I'd get more money by letting you live.\"`\n\nMana regained: +10 Mana\nMana Pool: 55/100```"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would pause for a moment, \"Hmm, well that didnt work too well.\". He'd continue to slash at the cultist, aiming at his chest this time. The wolf would attempt to dodge by jumping to the side to avoid both fire balls. Though the wolf wouldn't continue his attack, instead using evasive tactics, moving with a fast pace in between cover.*\n\"You guys should listen to her, unless you all want to die here and now!\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would let out a groan as the cult leader spoke.*\n\"You religious types are all the same!\"\n*Horace did as the elf girl suggested. He would move to the other side, moving in on the leader. Horace would observe the leader as he approached, looking for weakness in his armor. Meanwhile, the wolf would end it's evasion tactics, finding itself close to the remaining cultist. The wolf would soon move in the summon the cultist had mustered up while Horace swing at the leader.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Noticeably, the leader doesn't have armor in the most important place, the head. That would probably be the best place to attack. Horace would attempt to attack the leaders neck, hopefully decapitating him, the cultist however would duck and cast fireball in retaliation at Horace's pelvis. The summon soldier would bring down his halberd onto the wolf, the wolf would certainly not survive the attack if it hit, but if he missed there would be an oppurtunity for the wolf. Elnarwen would get hit on her knee, with the fireball that was fired by the leader last turn, it'd be burning now. The leader would run behind a pillar different from the one Elnarwen hid behind.*"
},
{
"author": "Elnarwen Helchithil",
"message": "*Elnarwen momentarily lost balance due to the impact and briefly kneeled down. The coward foe profited of this instant to hide himself, but it was only a matter of time before the two elves cut his throat.*\n*She used her energy again to prevent the resin to ignite her boots and to soften an eventual future fireball touching her. She cursed at the cultist.*\n`\"You coward! You have nowhere to escape. Once you won't be able to cast your stupid fire anymore, what will you do? You brainless heretic!\"`\n*She came back to the charge and forgot about elegance. At this point she just wanted him dead, and preparing a precise crescent only cost her a fireball to the knee a few seconds ago. She rushed at him, ready to dodge a probable new spell.*\n\nMana regained: +10 Mana\nMana Pool: 45/100```"
}
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The party of adventurers would've picked up a bounty to exterminate a cult nearby. Apparently they worship a fire squirrel? Which is neat, but it also tells you all that fire magic is their specialty. They have taken residence in an inn's basement, it must be a shame having to hear all the nonsense the patrons spout our.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Albrecht gets to outside the building with his party. They do not enter the inn right away, obviously. This gives Albrecht some time to prepare.* \"So, what is the plan?\" *He would ask to his party.*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Approach with caution? Maybe we can try to lure them out, then we make our move. How does that sound?\" *He suggested, standing there with his arms crossed. Thinking on how they could approach this situation. An idea sparks up from his mind.* \"How about we get to know our skills and abilities? That way we can synchronize and defeat them easier.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Uhh yeah that sounds good!!! Umm so I can make this really big wave that pushes people alot, I can do this thing where I shoot bright balls from my hands, oh oh!!! I can also do this thing where my skin turns into like fish scales! And uhh I can punch stuff really hard with my four hands\" *Ardon said enthusiastically to Syvax as he continued on thinking about and listing what he can do sometimes taking abit too long to remember* \"Have I also told you guys I have this really big glaive!!!\" *Ardon extended his hand out to the side, slowly water began to condense and appear from the air before slowly going towards his hand becoming like seafoam then coalescing into a large four foot glaive that Ardon holds on his two right hands* \"This Glaive! Isn't it cool?!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Woah. It really is.\" *Albrecht would look at the glaive in awe but he is more fixated on the muscles, really. Anyway, he would raise his hand to show his bladed scarf which seems to be an unconventional mid range slashing weapon.* \"This scarf has blades attached to them, I use it as a mid range slashing weapon.\" *He would say. One would assume he was a mage since he was wearing a robe but that doesn't seem like the issue.* \"I really can't do anything else.\""
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Wow, thats a very nice glaive. I should introduce my skills aswell. I have strong magic damage and disables. I have this magical item, a Partizan but I call it Grimfrost.\" *He pulled Grimfrost out to show Albrecht and Ardon. He went back to thinking how there formation would be.* \"Hmm.. Ardon, since you are a huge masculine guy, you should be up front to be the strength of the group.\" *He turned to look at Albrecht.* \"So Albrecht, since you seem like a mage yourself, you can stay back and do damage aswell. If someone tries to get you, you can defend yourself with that scarf.\" *He explained their roles and it came down to his.* \"I'll be up front or with you in the back casting spells. If Ardon needs help, I'll be there with Grimfrost. How does that sound? I am also open to suggestions too.\" *He smiled, he loved when an intelligent plan comes together.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Okay then! I'll do whatever you guys say, I trust you people to make plans that would make the group great! Also that's a really cool weapon you got there... Umm what is it? *He said really excited, happy and curious. It seemed like the big titan was just brimming with positivity and joy while they travelled to umm... Excrement? Excremenite the cult thingy. Yeah that sounds right, but whatever happens I'm sure they'll do great and fun!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well, I will cover you with my weapons then since I can't really use magic.\" *He would say, getting behind Ardon and brushing his head. He seems to be enjoying the safety of being behind the gargantuan. Anyway, it was time to destroy a stupid cult which worships an even more stupid looking creature.* \"I am right behind you guys.\" *He would say.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*They open the creaky door of the tavern they would be going to, the patrons there look at you with suspicion, they're probably thinking 'will they seriously be the ones to deal with those guys downstairs?' Technically the cultist is a paying resident, so them being here is completely fine with everyone here, the church just hates outliers. That said, they aren't going to go against the church so they'll just let you do your thing.*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Alright this seems like its the right place.\" *He started looking around to find the stairs down to the basement. He pointed towards it and quickly walked towards it. \"Come, I found the stairs down to the basement, I think this is it.\" *He pulled out his Partizan, indicating that he's ready.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*As they opened the door of the tavern Ardon gave a wave to the patrons aswell as a big bright smile while he followed Syvax* \"Hello people!!! How are you?\" *He spoke happily to the patrons who were looking at them before he actually payed attention to what the Syvax was saying* \"Hm? This is it? Okay then!!!\" *Ardon said as he gripped his glaive tightly quickly following behind Syvax*"
},
{
"author": "Albrecht",
"message": "*Albrecht silently gets behind Ardon and doesn't do much, though he gets his hands close to his scarf in case they get attacked. It was admirable to him, how Ardon was able to talk casually with them without getting the least bir intimidated. Anyway, in case something happens Albrecht felt that he wouldn't be useless. He didn't know why but he felt like he could help.* \"Let's go.\" *He would say silently.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The party of adventurers would ask the innkeeper about the basement, he responds with apprehension* \"*Sigh*, you're here to deal with those people downstairs... I can't stop you, here are the keys, make sure to return them.\" *Turning the keys on the door to the basement would unlock it and they would make their way down. One last RP moment where you can decide your game plan. Syvax would hear 6 different voices in the room, and one weird critter sound.*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"There's atleast 6 people. I hear them, I also hear this unfamiliar critter sound.\" *He whispered and walked quietly.* \"Be careful and be on guard.\" *He said with caution, holding Grimfrost directly in front of him. He was ready. As they reached the basement floor, he prepared his spells and stepped closer to Albrecht.* \"Ardon, go up front. Albrecht and I will help and attack from the back.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*As said Ardon would go in front of Albrecht and Syvax as he was instructed while holding his tall glaive tightly, ready to go in there and do the job!* \"Do we have to kill them? Or when we go in there can we just make them surrender, it worked the last time!\" *Ardon said hoping he didn't have to kill any people, when he had to fight with the family the last time he didn't really like that they still had to hurt them. Poor family... A small frown appeared on his face upon remembering that moment he had never done such a serious thing that was actually about the life or death of others that weren't beasts or monsters*"
},
{
"author": "Albrecht",
"message": "\"I think talking is the best option but we would have to subdue them either way.\" *Albrecht would say, having the same opinion about killing. He takes a breath and attempts to use his Restrained Power racial to see any sign of magical tampering, traps and casting unless they are specifically hidden from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "*As Syvax opened the door, he stayed vigilant with the others. He entered and looked around the basement to see if they are there. He kept his ears open for any traps or people.* \"Be careful, they might've heard us coming.\" *He whispered, not wanting the Cult to hear. One thing he remembered from this Cult was they worshipped a Fire Squirrel. This would mean..* \"Guys they might be fire mages, since they worship a Fire Squirrel.\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Syvax would open the door to see 6 cultists in the room, one of which would immediately notice him and cast a fireball directed at him. Luckily the others were too unprepared to make an attack themselves, they just armed themselves with swords. The room would be rather large, 30x20ft with creaky boards layered on the ground, the room is dimly lit by candles, making it difficult to see if you do not have night vision.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Upon opening the room Ardon notices that it's dimly lit so before rushing in there he would summon his bright halo then he quickly rushes in the room casting Scaled Skin on himself. When he does this his skin becomes similar to silvery fish scales that protect him in battle while he just swings his large glaive at one of the cultists* \"Please surrender now so we don't have to hurt you any more than we have to!!!!\" *Ardon shouted to the cultists pleading them to just make this easier for them*"
},
{
"author": "Albrecht",
"message": "*Thanks to the enchantment on his talisman, Albrecht had nightvision which might get handy. Instrinctively, he chants a spell which was pretty quick as he could say it awkwardly fast, implying he had some experience.*\n\n**\"Thy Walls of Sanction, \nClose Off Thy Gates At The Face of Defeat!\nSheltering Light - Sanctuary!**\n\n*A glowing, prismatic orb materializes in Albrecht's hands which he quickly tosses directly at Syvax. As he was close to Syvax more than the cultists were, the orb detonates and transforms into a 7x7 feet screen of defense around him.*\n\n**MP:** 90 / 100"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "*He gasps for air, his reaction clearly shocked. He looked at the mage that casted the fireball with a mean stare.* \"Thanks for the barrier, Albrecht! Now its down to business.\" *He steps out the barrier and he would put his one hand forward and creates a water orb. A second later it would launch at the ground beneath the mage that casted the fireball. It creates a small area of Quicksand, hoping to trap their mage. After his cast, he held his Partizan with both hands, standing their analyzing their next move.*\n\n```Quicksand casted, 20 Mana used, 110 left. ```"
}
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Upon seeing that the cultists weren't interested at all in surrendering Ardon's eyes just widened and his pupils dilated as he pulled out his glaive from the skull before rushing quickly towards Cultist D. He was acting very different to how he normally was, more blood thirsty and angry the reckless mages were slinging their spells wherever not even thinking about the people above who might be hurt!* \"ARGHH JUST SURRENDER ALREADY!!!\" *He growled loudly and angrily as he just took a swing at the cultist*\n\n```\n I forgot to take off mana for casting Scaled Skin\n60/80 Mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Thank you again Albrecht. This might be harder than I expected.\" *He held his Partizan one handedly and casted a spell that will hopefully make the strike even more painful. As his hands glowed blue briefly, he ran towards one of the cultists with the pointy end forward. He aimed towards their stomach, hoping to drive them into the walls.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Syvax would run past the armored enemies in the front in order to reach an unarmored target, a bullheaded move as it leaves plenty of openings but he'd be able to stab Cultist E who'd previously thrown a fireball at him, it was surprising to say the least. The cultist's weren't the most physical of fighters, so they usually get knocked out by pain easily. Ardon would attack another cultist, but this one would attempt to stab Ardon, a futile attempt to live as Ardon had armor that'd prevent the attack. Glaive would cut through his shoulder towards the chest, causing inconceivable pain and killing him outright. Albrecht would be standing just outside the door. Cultist A and B would cast fireball directed at Albrecht, Cultist C also casts fireball but at Syvax.*\n```\nCultist A, B, and C casts fireball! 87.5/100 mana each\n```"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "*Ardon upon killing the Cultist would look towards the other cultists with an angry glare in his eyes. He quickly raised his hand towards them and aimed hoping to hit atleast two of the cultists who were hiding behind their magic. His hand began glowing a bright red color as he cast Holy Volley towards the cultists after which he'd just rush up towards them*\n\n```\n4 Mana Gained, Holy Volley Cast 49/80 Mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "Albrecht",
"message": "*Albrecht quickly dashes to Syvax with his utmost speed, which is 20 mph. He did so because he hoped to avoid the fireballs thrown at him, which was likely enough for him to consider. However, he didn't think Syvax had that option since he was out for blood so he had to secure him too. It was the best way to move and even if Ardon would be hurt, he could heal someone with such durability later. He quickly chants a Sanctuary to protect both himself and Syvax from the fireballs right after that.*\n\n**\"Circle Brought, Circle Bound!\nProtect Us From Thy Blackest Art!\nField of Resistance - Sanctuary!\"**\n\n*Immediately as he starts changing a glowing, prismatic sphere manifests which he quickly tosses it to the floor to form a 7x7 screen of magical defense. It would be enough to protect themselves from this onslaught of spells or at least that was what he hoped to be the case.*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"What a dedicated support. Thank you Albrecht! At least I've got one down.\" *He said confidently, he knew the cooldown for his Quicksand was gone so it was time to use it again, he held out his hand, casting the spell. As he regained back mana, he casted the Quicksand and the orb of water launched directly beneath the Cultist C as payback. He stayed their in Albrecht's Sphere, feeling safe and secure.* \"Hehe, I don't know how I'll repay you for saving my reckless ass.\" *He chuckled at the thought.*\n\n```6 Mana Regained, Quicksand casted, 20 Mana used, 96 Mana left.```"
}
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Would do his best to take his shield on his back with one of his hands and try to block atleast one of the fireballs that were directed towards him as he continued to just rush in towards one of the cultists and take a slash at them! Having multiple arms was useful after all he only hoped he was able to block one of the attacks or maybe perhaps be protected by his comrades as he was in the middle of the battlefield although pain wasn't something he was worried about as he has suffered pain multiple times in his life and he knew it was something to expect in this kind of work as a mercenary for hire*"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Ah thank you for the boost of speed, Albrecht. I'll be heading out, again.\" *He quickly dashes out of Albrecht's safe haven and went to run towards the one he casted his Quicksand on. When he reached closer to his target, he held his Partizan on the bottom of the handle with two hands and swung low to hit Cultist C's leg. His thought was to disable him and do some damage to his weak points. After his hit he grabbed the middle of the handle for more of a balance on his weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Syvax would finally kill cultist C with a simple slice of his Partizan. Albrecht might've sworn the hippocratic oath because he has not harmed a fly here. Finally, Ardon certainly has not sworn a hippocratic oath, he would block the fireball coming at him from the back and he rushs down cultist A and kills him. Ardon unfortunantely would get hit by cultist A's fireball, but for him, it would be little issue. The final cultist, B, throws his hands up and surrenders.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Right about this time the scales on his body would slowly begin to fall off and dissipate from his body disintegrating into the air. Ardon's eyes still had this wide crazied look to it as he stood infront of the surrendering cultist but for him he didn't see it that way, he possibly still wasn't thinking straight as he just continuously killed 3 people. His breathing was heavy as he held his glaive tightly and with another quick slash would try and finish off the last one.\n\nIt seemed like surrendering was too late, Ardon had given the group of cultists multiple chances to surrender. He even shouted for them to just do so but now that almost all of them were dead? It was really just bad luck for him*\n\n```\n 4 Mana Regained, 53/80 Mana Pool\n```"
},
{
"author": "Albrecht",
"message": "*Albrecht was checking the damage he had as the cultist surrendered. As soon as he sees Ardon raising his weapon, he rushes between the cultist with the best of his speed and tries to prevent Ardon to deal the finishing blow as he shouts.*\n\n\"Wait! You are better than this!\" *Albrecht would shout as he dashes despite his burns from the fireball thrown at him. To him, all life was precious and there was no point in wasting one. Even if his life would be taken, it would need an appropriate reason and for they weren't the ones who had the right to judge them as they did not know what crimes they were charged. His only 'crime' could be spouting nonsense, as far as he was concerned and the punishment wasn't death in his eyes.*\n\n```Natural Mana Regeneration Occurs. Remaining Mana: 80 / 100```"
},
{
"author": "Syvax Yukimo",
"message": "\"Albrecht, that cultist is evil.\" *He gave it some thought, he stood there contemplating for a minute. He sighed but he was still suspicious about leaving the cultist alive. Who's to say they wont do it again but I guess it was just a minor crime. He looked at the Cultist and at Albrecht. He groaned.* \"I shall let you live. On one condition, promise you won't do anything sinister or mischievous that will threaten the community. Or I'll finish what we have started.\" *He picked up his Partizan and tied it up to his back, readying himself to leave.*\n\n```6 Mana regained, 102 left.```"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon had his glaive raised high and upon swinging suddenly Albrecht just dashed in between them, the 8'10 feet talk titan was still crazed and alot scarier than when he was originally in the tavern being jolly and smiling. His bright golden halo that was floating behind his head had turned into a more dimmed and darker light as he stopped his slash* \"GET OUT OF MY WAY!\" *Ardon shouted out as he gave this deep bellowing growl. The man was angry and unhinged this battle let out something that seemed to want not want to be hidden. His wide angry eyes weren't having this right now, the only thing on his mind is that this cultist needed to die and that was the only goal*"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "* Was in an alleyway, being stupid. Work had just finished, and his small, seed sized brain could not fathom what to do next. He began to kiss his hands for some reason, people walking by him left and right as they stared on with looks of contempt and disgust in their eyes. At one point, he even tried to fit his entire foot in his mouth, shoe and all.*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo was walking around the alleyway searching for a black cat. *Black cats are suppose to give luck goddamn it! And Momo is going to get that luck no matter what!* What did he need to be lucky for? Hm, who knows. But it'll be nice to have.\n\n\"Here kitty kitty... Here kitty kitty...\" While walking around, Momo accidentally stumbled upon a homeless man! \n\"Oh! I'm so sorry Sir,\" He noticed the man putting his foot in his mouth. \"AH!\" Momo took a few steps back from **. Momo heard of this before... The **Foot curse**."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "* Looked up at the pretty boy standing in front of him. Instinctively, he stood up, looking down on Momo as he stood right in front of the alleyway.*\n\n\"Wanna see my fart collection\"\n\n*:He said, a serious gaze in his eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo held his heart for a moment in pain... This young man was being possessed by the **Foot curse** Demon... Momo held out his hands to caress the poor homeless mans face. \n\n\"Sir... Your fart collection... Is not yours.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "* Widened his eyes in disbelief. His fart collection... It wasn't his own? The countless hours he spent in the bathroom, holding a shattered glass jar over his nether hole, waiting for the perfect moment to release his toots and succesffully contain it within a bottle, a flask, even so far as a leather pouch he salvaged. He had well over 10 hidden around the entire city - 10 containment units used to capture his farts. This pretty boy... He was saying that they were not his? It made him mad.*\n\n\"It is and its mine and i wont accept any other answer because ITS MY FART COLLECTION AAAHHHHHHHHH\""
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo **Slaps** The crazed deluded man right across the face. \"SNAP OUT OF IT! You're being possessed! Can't you see?!\"\n\nMomo began to take the man's hand and try to lead him out of the alleyway. \"We're going to get you an exorcist and everything's going to be okay...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Siamang, as soon as he was slapped by the boy, fell to the ground and began shaking violently as he curled up into a ball. In doing this, he pulled his hand back with a strong amount of force, meaning that Momo's gesture to try and lead him out of the alleyway would fail. After rolling around in the ground for a little bit, he would lie on the ground on his back before giving a blooodcurling screech:*\n\n\"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH IM FARTING\""
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"**OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING!\" Momo began to scream outwards from the alleyway. \"SOMEONE HELP! HELP! THIS MAN'S SOUL IS BEING EATEN BY A DEMON!\" \n\nMomo cast `Orb of Light` into his hand and flung it at the man. \"GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! THE LIGHT SHINES UPON YOU.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Siamang would immediately become blinded by the light. He stopped his shaking, as for a moment, he was at peace. Instantly, he closed his eyes, lying still on the floor as his eyes seemingly became fixated on the heavens above. Down on the ground, it would seem like he was giving the sky a thousand yard stare as his mouth subconsciously morphed into a grin. In the back of his mind, he would be able to process the sounds of people beginning to clamor about in front of him, most likely attracted by the sounds he was making earlier. Wait, how did he even know all of this? He wasn't used to being able to process... Anything, really. For his entire life, he was a complete idiot - it wouldn't be so out of place. To call him a degenerate. Maybe that was why he had become a slave in the first place: no one wanted him, no one found a purpose for him, and he found no purpose for himself.*\n\n*The ability to reflect on his actions wasn't something Siamang was used to, as the macen hadn't the brain processing power to even perform such an act. At present, however, his consciousness would project him floating adrift in an ephemeral reality of buttery yellow clouds. There was nothing in sight but these clouds for an infinite horizon that seemed to stretch on... Forever. Wait... What was forever? What was infinity? Where was he? Why? Who? Where? Wha-*\n\n*He snapped back to the world, flinging his eyes open wide and true. He sat straight up, shaking not in the slightest. He looked at his hands - they were covered in dirt and saliva. As time passed on, it would become quite obvious that his mental state was deteriorating, as with his temporary boost in intelligence. Damn... His fingers looked like a good ass snack.*\n\n\"No im going for gold. You silver.\""
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo calmed down as the possessed man composed himself. Watching him get himself back up, Momo was prepared to chuck another `Orb of Light` at him. But he stood and spoke like a different man. \n\n\"...I'm silver. That's okay. And you're going for gold. That's okay. But it takes 100 silver to get 1 gold.\" \n\nMomo relaxed as one of his palms began to glow a mint-green around. He reached out this palm toward the man's calloused hands, Momo had no care for the dirt or spit. With his other hand, he tried to lift up the man's chin. The way he looked at his hands, Momo had seen the man's eyes just earlier when they were face to face, but now Momo wanted to see if those same eyes were from the same person. *Who's in there?*\n\n\"You have 99 left to go. Let me help.\""
},
{
"author": "kuruminoah",
"message": "Healing Touch cast*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Hey hey hey im taking takin a shit in here YOOOOOO\" \n*Siamang said, the insanity from earlier returning.*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo's expression dropped in irritation. \"Of course.\" He tried to grip the man's hands once more but now a small crowd was forming to watch the looney scene. Momo now tried once again to forcibly pull the man out of the alleyway.\n\n\"LET'S GOOOOOO! I'M HELPING! I'M HELPIN-\" \n\"Um excuse me ma'am.\"\n\nTwo guard would come around from the corner, it seemed they drawn enough attention. \"What's going on here?\" The guard said lazily."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\"\n*Siamang would say, following Momo. He would not mind the guards who came to apprehend them, however.*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"Oh thank goodness! This man is-\" Momo wouldn't be able to finish his sentence as Siamang finally allowed Momo to lead him. However, without warning and that sudden screech, Momo's pulling motion hastily causes him to stumble into the crowd! Momo falls back and knocks down an eldery woman from the crowd, she went down with an \"Oof!\" \n\n\"Oh my god.\" Momo looked at the eldery woman and at the now disgruntled guards. He couldn't think of the right words and they began to mumble together. \"I'm helping!\" \n\nMomo was still trying to hold onto Siamang among all of this."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Amidst all of this clamor, Siamang would stand stoic and still as Momo knocked herself over into the crowd. His mind would lazily pick up the fact that she boy had knocked over an old woman in the impromptu mob, also noticing the looks on the guards faces - disgruntled, confused, and uncomfortable.*\n\n*He decided to make them a bit MORE uncomfortable.*\n\n\"Hey did you guys know about the... The balls on the walls story? Yeah yeah lets gooo... LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\"\n\n*After finishing, he would stride on over to the old woman's side, crouching down as he broke free of Momo's grasp. He would whisper into her ear.*\n\n\"Youre a fat cow\""
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Ruh roh. This would look bad if it got to New Sunlight... Well actually, his whole past would look bad for New Sunlight. \n\nLuckily, the mundane patrol guards would have a hard time noticing Momo toggling on `Unseelie` as they were distracted by Siamang. Momo slipped into and away from the crowd. \n\n*Good luck Mr.Possessed Demon man... Oh and sorry old lady.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi wanders the nighttime streets of Salvania, trying to find that library again, with the books she wanted to study so badly.\n\nAs of right now, she's in the \"Avoid talking to people\" Mood, so she's making good use of her powerful stealth, Unbright clothing and the night to quietly slink through the streets without any sleazy assholes seeing her and trying (emphasis on **Trying**) to flirt with her, without any muggers noticing her too easily and pulling a knife on this all too feeble looking Oriate or any drunkards who might attempt to... Get close, shall we say.*\n\n*As she wanders through the Salvanian streets, she ponders over the events of the Cult Crackdown. The shadow warriors proved to be worthy enemies, weaker on a macro level than the horrors of the Aventurr Cult, but far, far more threatening on a combat level. Indeed, Hitoshi was right to get paranoid and seek the call of adventure once more in order to quell the cult, or else they would've become something far, far more powerful. Unlike the Cult of Aventurr, which seemed to be comprised of deranged lunatics with fire, the shadow cult was intelligent, skilled in the art of night ambushes and bloodletting. Had they spread as far, there's no doubt that they would've become much more of a threat than even the Salamanders could ever have hoped to achieve.*\n\n*Hitoshi's body aches all over, too. New scars dot her body, an ugly cross over her chest and a clear mark in her shins where she had been lifted by the hook sword, still very obvious but will soon mix in her with the array of scars she already received from her previous adventures, her life of crime and evil, and even a couple from her childhood, from the typical things kids do when they think they're cleverer than they really are. Hitoshi pauses for a moment, rubbing at her neck and groaning, as the faded wounds begin to throb again...*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Within the dimly lit streets of New Salvainia a large figure was wandering through that unlike Hitoshi who was hard to notice within the dark streets due to being fairly skilled in being stealthy and quiet was very very easy to spot as he took each loud step. The figure was tall 3 meters to be exact with dark skin that from the light of the moon seemed to show a crimson hue to it, the figure there was more masculine in appearance with large broad shoulders, six muscular arms who was also half naked showing a heavily scarred and large chest! Only covering his lower body since it was the decent thing to do. He had firey red hair that contained within it a small little furrow pet that was his companion\n\nFor many of the people who frequented the taverns of New Salvainia as well as just accepting the help of random strangers they'd know the man to be Ardon Surfist! The (mostly) friendly titan who loves to help whoever he can. Recently though people would learn that Ardon has been going through alot of struggles and strange changes which have made him one may say... Easily irritated aswell as angry. All of which started because of his sudden mutation that then caused a sadness with him and his very close friend Momo.\n\nNowadays he spends his time sulking and walking about sadly as the want to conform with society continued to go through hismind. He had spent a lot of brain power just thinking about himself and the changes he's been going through physically, emotionally and mentally which for him was really amazing. Ardon really wasn't much of the type to think let alone be this philosophical about society and why they dislike and treat people who are different badly. Whenever he walked through here he always just thought that he was only alittle bit different because of his extra pair of arms and he's also just alittle taller than most but each week something new just pops up! New Hands, new skin, what's next a third eye and three extra feet?!?*\n\n*A deep guttural growl would release from the man as the thought crossed his mind, his eyebrows furrowed with frustration but his eyes had fear. He was really annoyed with himself and his body, why did he have to be so different?!? It was easy for other people who did look normal to just tell him to not think about what other people thought but it really wasn't. Having other people stare at you was bad enough but now he was just a monster, a red skinned, six armed freak who couldn't control his temper! M-Maybe that oni man with the weird armor was right? Maybe he should just embrace his strength, let loose and fight for power! Just fight and beat the shit out of everyone that stared at him funny!!! Now with that thought one of his hands just clenched and a sudden urge to punch someone in the face enveloped him. Every single step he took as he thought more and more just became heavier and heavier since he was a 500+ kilogram titan*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi immediately notices the booming, fuming Titan sulking around, clenching his fist and throwing his feet into the floor, practically creating shockwaves throughout the place.*\n\n*The changes are obvious. The extra limbs, the horrific skin, and simply being a Titan immediately make this strange figure immediately recognisable, sticking out less like a sore thumb and more like a... A penguin in a desert, or an Irunian in Salvanian territory. Back in the day, Hitoshi would've felt terror looking at this beast of a man, what with all of his hideous deformations. But... Well...\n\nIt's not as if she's any better. Hell, in a bizarre sense Hitoshi's just as much of a hideous magic mutant as this strange Titan is... Although in more subtle ways. Her night sight is well beyond that of most people, stretching out to a whopping 150 meters, and her... Asset was taken from her many months ago, replaced with another, alongside two new blobs of fatty tissue and a high pitched voice.*\n\n*So rather than flee or quietly slink off, Hitoshi feels... A sense of solidarity with this guy. A feeling that yeah, they might be two completely different people in theory, a lithe Kitsune and a heavy Titan, but hey! They share one thing in common already! Being hideously deformed!*\n\n*Hitoshi would slink out of her hiding spots and saunter over to the Titan, with absolutely no look of judgment. Just pure indifference. Of course, it's partly made up. A small niggle in the back of her mind is telling her that this is an awful idea... An enraged Titan is a truly terrifying foe, especially one with several mutations, and especially when that same Titan is seemingly in an awful mood.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"You alright, big guy?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Assuming Ardon looks down at the voice with the Runran accent, he would see a tiny woman at about 5 feet tall, wearing some fairly bizarre clothing for Salvanian territory, although the hefty, worn boots are par for the course. The hood and cowl obscure the Kitsune's face even more, with only her eyes and ears really being visible. Her tail peeks forth from her pants, wagging lightly to and fro, as she leans slightly to the left, standing to Ardon's side.*\n\n*The peculiar weaponry might catch his eye too. The composite bow is probably nothing new, but the ninja-to strapped to her side and (if Ardon looks that closely) the kunai strapped to her chain mail shirt are perhaps the most bizarre weapons anyone could see in these parts.*\n\n*Two very odd, foreign figures have met. Let's see how they get along.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon's eyebrow raised alittle as he surprisingly heard the high pitched voice of this person he doesn't really recognize at all. Though by the looks of the person's clothing it would seem to be incredibly hard to even recognize who this was even if it wasn't night just because of the amount of clothing they wore. Ardon didn't even understand what the point of wearing so much clothing was, to him he'd just feel incredibly uncomfortable about it due to him being half naked for most of the time and it wasn't because he just wanted to show off his body! No No No! If he was actually able to find clothing that would fit a 3 meter tall titan that also had four extra holes to put extra arms in he'd buy it but those weren't exactly sold in your regular marketplace. He was amazed that a person was actually even willing to just go up to him and talk to him, aside from that red oni and the lanky person who gave him bad advice there really wasn't much who wanted to interact with the man but he found the question a rather dummie one. For him it seemed fairly obvious what the answer was.* \"No I'm not fine Mister or Miss Random Person I've never met before......What about you?\" *He waited a few moments to ask them the same question to. He really wanted to just end it at the simple answer but he was too used to asking people how they were and if they were okay that he couldn't possibly not return the question!*\n\n.\n\n*Although the titan asked if they were okay he still gave a sad and annoyed expression on his face as he continued on walking assuming that the person would be following him as he did. This really made him wonder what the person wanted with him? Why were they asking if he was doing alright?!? Were they just a really nice person? Or maybe they... Weren't a nice person? Although there was a large amount of peculiar weaponry on them really none would catch his eye or make him curious of them, he was too busy being annoyed and feeling bad for himself to care but still caring enough to ask how they were.*\n\n*He glanced once more at the small person really just wondering what they were doing so late at night in the streets* \"Hey Mister and or Miss Random Person I've never met before, why are you here at night wandering about the streets?\" *That was really the question he wanted answered. Not why they were wearing such strange clothes or ask about their fancy looking weapons and not even the tail! But another creature did take an interest in the wagging tail, Furry The Furrow! Who revealed himself from within Ardon's fiery red hair just chirping as he looked intently at the new figure wondering if it was a friend?!?*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi follows the \"Big guy\" With her hands held in a sort of folded position, her eyes now following the creature that just popped out of his hair. She adjusts the cowl over her face, still not really in the mood to open up that much yet. They'd only just met after all...*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Uhh, yeah, I'm good... It's Miss.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Once upon a time, it was Mister. Hitoshi's gotten so used to it being Miss though, that anything else would be bizarre to her. The adaptability of the mind is a truly amazing thing, isn't it?*\n\n*As for the nighttime question, Hitoshi just shrugs nonchalantly, the lax behaviour now becoming a lot more.. Authentic.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"I focus better on my studies at night, I guess... Uhh, hey, enough about me, what's gotten you down?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi would lean her elbows on her hands as she folds her arms and looks way up to the massive Titan beside her...\n\nEven more reason for solidarity. Hitoshi knows the feeling of being a strange creature in an unfriendly land all too well, being a foreigner to Salvania. The accent and clothing make this incredibly obvious to most people, although to be fair Ardon isn't... The brightest, by the sounds of things, so it makes sense that it wouldn't be easy to notice for him.*\n\n*But besides that, in spite of all the mutations, Hitoshi didn't really feel threatened by the big guy anymore. Nah, she's seen her fair share of horrific shit, a guy with weird skin and extra arms won't terrify this fox anytime soon. From the undead to the Pata wielding bastard who made her chest into a spot to mark a treasure chest to a deranged lunatic like that Valeria, Hitoshi has been through quite a bit. And even besides that, Hitoshi comes from the one kingdom made mostly of immigrants, Irunia. No matter your race, many of your kind have probably chose Irunia as your homeland. Why? Gods only know, for it's a shit hole, dominated by the rich Blue Oni, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Hitoshi supposes. And to some very desperate or hopeful beholders, what better place to stay than Irunia, the ostensibly accepting centre of war magic?*\n\n*Anyway. Hitoshi looks to Ardon, waiting for a response.*"
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Well that sounds very dummie! I don't really read... At all. But I heard that reading in the dark makes your eyes turn into stone or something, its really about science!\" *Ardon would say as his top two arms crossed together while the furry little figure would continue spiraling down towards the now revealed woman, it was interesting the way he said his statement about eyes was like he was so sure and confident about them even though it was really flat out wrong. He was curious to learn what was under those rags that she was so keen on hiding.* \"Alot has gotten me down Miss Random Person.\" *The question made him let out a deep sigh that showed the woman it seemed he has alot of stuff in his mind. His eyebrows furrowed alittle as they looked intently towards the woman curious to how she'll react to his dipleomma*\n\n\"I'm down because a few weeks ago my body has been changing alot! And I don't mean things like growth spurts and stuff like I grew a new pair of arms changes. The arms were also weird in color and for a while I was really only used to four arms but now I have six! And that's not all I got so much more heavier and alittle bit taller after that. *Huh so maybe it was kinda a growth spurt* But I really thought it was gonna end there, the changes weren't much but they were fairly life changing atleast for me but then a few days ago I changed again! While I was coning back to New Salvainia after doing some quest in Irunia I got a weird dream... Oh did I mention I had a weird dream on the first one too? But yeah I had a dream on the first one and second one and now when I woke up I literally had thick red skin! RED SKIN! Who can say that happens to them!\"\n\n*Ardon after this part would slowly begin to go melancholic as he explained to the woman his story. His big expressive eyes went sad and just simply focused more on the street where he was walking at* \"Once I got to New Salvainia it was clear that everyone found me strange, there really weren't much 3 meter tall, thick, red skinned titans with 6 arms that I could talk to that would understand me. I was weird, I was strange and I was no different to the monsters that mercenaries on a daily basis. You might not get it but people treated me differently and not in the good way, everything about me was monstrous and scary but that's not the part I'm most afraid of... What if one day I just wake up and barely see myself in the mirror? What if suddenly one day no one recognizes me as Ardon? That's really the thing I'm most afraid of and even my bestest closest friend Momo was unable to cheer me up, I really am sad about it, I'm scared and I just want to fit in... I feel like that's really gonna be the thing that's just gonna fix all my problems right? If I was just a little bit shorter, had four less arms, no more red skin I'd be normal. I won't be feared or treated differently by other people too. That's why I'm down.\" \n\n*As he said his words he really wasn't bursting into tears or groveling and wailing while on the floor but he was extremely sad to tell his tale. Everything he said was really alot that he hasn't been able to vent out much to his actual friends. Really being able to tell this to a random person like her made it alot easier to talk about his struggles but nonetheless he was still indeed upset. Momo... He wished that one day they'd be able to happily have a picnic in a nice garden while just smiling and laughing. No more sad times.\nPlease*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Mm-hmm.\"\n\n*Hitoshi ignores the comment about stone eyes and reading at night... And just listens to the man's rant, about what she already suspected was true but didn't quite want to make that judgment just yet.*\n\n*A magical mutant Titan, as she suspected, who laments his changes and only wishes to blend in with the sheep of the world, the millions of average, boring, unthinking idiots filling the streets of Salvania. Such a common lamentation... And one that Hitoshi cannot for the life of her ever understand. Who wants to be one of them? Another useless, mindless crowd follower who laughs at those even slightly different to them? Hell, if anything, those six arms are a huge benefit!*\n\n*As for the angle of not being recognised... Well, there's always that, she supposes. The mutations clearly are only going to get worse and worse, as the Titan mutates more and more and eventually becomes unrecognisable. An understandable concern, really...*\n\n\"I... I... *Sigh* If you want all this to stop, then the least we can do is check you out in a local healer or a mage or... Something when we get the chance, to deal with these unwanted mutations. If the red skin is new, then yeah, it's... Not great for anyone.\n\nBut fitting in is... I mean, wanting to, I get, but if you don't? It's not a *Bad* Thing. If people judge you because of mutations you can't control, and try to avoid you because of that... Then.. You know, they probably weren't nice people anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Ahhh so you're one of those people...\" *Ardon would let out another sigh of exhaustion as it seemed he once again had to explain his reasoning of wanting to fit in. He's said this spiel many times in the past already to that tall lanky guy and to Momo. Quickly his mind flashed to a memory of him angrily explaining to Momo why wouldn't you want to fit in?!?* \"It is a bad thing though! I've spent most of my life helping people I meet on the street and just doing what I can to atleast try and make the world alittle less sad but I'm not sure if you do but alot of people don't really accept help from deformed monsters! If a regular person who doesn't encounter much monsters and dangers in the world sees you. And sees you looking like a freak they'd run away! Is running away from something that looks different like that of the monsters your parents read you right? Maybe, maybe not but it's a regular reaction isn't it?!? If they saw a strange large monster they'd want it killed in fear of being hurt! Being different is to be feared and I don't want to be feared so its why I don't want to be different.\" \n\n*Ardon ended his spiel there. He could ramble on alot more with how he can't ever enjoy the things that many people take for granted like wearing proper clothes or sleeping on a bed or even just sitting on a stool. All of those things are for him things he can't do because he's different! Because he's not normal. Because he's special. He wished to try out cool and different clothes but he can't because of the extra arms that prevent him from actually wearing any proper clothes or even armor, everything for him is too weak due to his size and weight. Those things many take for granted and don't even think twice about but for him... Oh he just wishes for once he could lay down on a bed and have a nice sleep. The cold floor was uncomfortable but its the only thing that can actually fit him and won't break due to his weight*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Okay, you haven't listened to me. Listen to me this time.\n\nI'm not saying you should just accept that these things are happening. They're obviously not normal, since they're happening all of a sudden after these weird dreams. I'll... Look, I'll put my opinion on the side for a moment, although I disagree on your fitting in point. Let's look at the issue. The obvious one.\n\nYou're mutating. It's not normal. I'm saying that the least we can do is look into what's happening, and see if we can put a stop to it somehow. Maybe fix the damage. You're obviously not enjoying all these weird changes to your body, and if you want them gone, that's cool. Maybe there's a way to get rid of them, and maybe you'll... Uhh, fit in, or something... We could go see a healer, tell them about what's happening and they can try to cure it. I have... Personal body issues myself, I don't want to talk about them too much, but... They're there. We could even help each other here.\"\n\n*Hitoshi doesn't want to get on Ardon's case about fitting in since obviously all that'll do is cause an argument. And it seems as though that spiel is something he's heard many, many times, judging by the \"One of those people\" Remark. In Hitoshi's mind, the smartest thing to do at the moment is to approach the obvious issues, the physical changes, since they seem to be causing the emotional issues. If the physical issues are gone, best case scenario? No more self esteem issues! Worst case scenario, they're at least not as bad, since the physical aberrations are more than likely linked to this worry.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"I'm... I'm fine with that. But I'm also scared, what if there isn't a way to reverse it? What if its magic beyond healing?!? I know a little bit of healing magic myself and I know that my spells can't undo THIS.\" *As he said this he just used his bottom to hands and pointed at himself. He had an annoyed frown on his face but he wasn't able to deny that the woman's idea was a fairly good one but he wasn't good with ideas!!!! Worst case was that he'd find out that he's gonna forever be like this and continue to change upon which his mind would throw into a deep state of self loathing as he eventually ends the pain with him a form of self ending. Best case is that the healer can reverse everything and it all just goes back to normal and he can live happily ever after with Momo!!! He's really hoping on the best case scenario right now. The thought of this person having \"Personal body issues\" Did make Ardon curious of what this was though but she herself said that she didn't want to talk about so I guess they won't. Would this be the reason why they wore such covering clothing? Cause they have like weird color fur or something?*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"...I'm not sure how I can help you then. I'm sorry. It's worth a look though.\"\n\n\"As for me talking about \"Fitting in\", I.. I'll stand by that point kinda, but when what's making you stand out is something you don't want, something forced upon you, you know, yeah, fix that if you can. You're right there. It's not what you want, so yeah, \"Those people\" Shouldn't just tell you *\"Oh, it's okay! You shouldn't worry about fitting in!\"* That's ignorant of them, and it was ignorant of me. So I'm sorry.\"\n\n*Of course, Hitoshi will still stand by the fitting in argument... **If the reason you aren't fitting in is something you want.** Ardon doesn't want these changes. Therefore, yes, someone should be trying to help him. And it looks like for now, that someone has to be Hitoshi...*\n\n*Hitoshi would just then walk beside Ardon silently. Besides this attempt at therapy and assistance, Hitoshi (as we already know) isn't exactly an extrovert.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Well I appreciate you for talking to me like this and really trying... Its been a while since I've had a conversation like this. Its nice\" *Ardon said as he gave a smile. He was happy that the woman even though she disagreed tried to understand him and his point of view. He almost wanted to just hug them incredibly tightly!!! But he was also sort of scared because he didn't want him to accidentally break her spine and kill her or something* \"Hey Miss what is your name? I wanna know, mine is Ardon! Ardon Surfist. Also where would be a good healer for us to even go? Should we do it now or some other time?\" \n\n*He'd think as he put one of his hands on his chin to do a thinking pose! It always helps him think. Upon the hearing of friend though Furry would immediately perk up and rush down towards the woman pulling out one of his pieces of beef jerky stuck to his feathers and just offer it to her as a sign of friendship. This was what Ardon did to Furry when taming him and now this is what he does to everyone he wants to be friends with! Who doesn't like food anyway?!?!*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Uhh... Hitoshi Hisikawa. I don't think we should look just now, it's a bit late. Don't think we'd get a very warm welcome anywhere...\"\n\n*Hitoshi looks at the beef jerky given to her by the Furrow, and although her cowl still covers her face somewhat, she looks almost disappointed as she slowly puts the jerky in her pouch.\n\nAs a ninja, eating meat of any kind is frowned upon, for it can cause the body to exude strong odours. Hitoshi has never been much of a meat eater anyway, mostly tolerating but not **Enjoying** It, rather just eating it when she felt unoriginal at a dinner table and someone else had a meal choice to bank off, but it still hurts to be reminded of the strict diet. Most of Hitoshi's diet consists of basic, boring foods like porridge or potatoes, foods that didn't cause the body to smell. Useful? Yes. Dull? Also yes.*\n\n*But yes. Healers probably wouldn't be too happy to see these two idiots pottering about outside their door, one of whom is talking on and on about red skin and extra arms, the other trying to say that they spontaneously grew boobs and lost all their testosterone... Not at this time, anyway. Let's leave that conversation for later.*\n\n*One conversation that they could have this fine night, however.. Is none. Yeah, the lack of conversation is nice, really. Just enjoying the lovely sounds of... Probably very shifty people, planning some petty crimes...*\n\n\"Hey, Ardon, watch your wallet, will you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi would pat herself down, trying to find her own wallet, before sighing with quiet relief... And then deciding that no, although she enjoys no talking, Ardon will probably see it as awkward. SO...*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"...Uhh...\"\n\n\n\n\"Uhh, you said you had, uhh... A friend called Momo. Tell me about them, they sound nice..\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon was surprised that the woman was the one asking questions and continuing the conversation now! Usually he was the one who asked the questions and asked about things* \"Well nice to finally know your name Ms. Hitoshi! About Momo huh that's a curious question? Momo's a nice friend of mine when I got here to New Salvainia I did one of my first quests with her. They're one of the members of New Sunlight too, really they're the best and really nice... We didn't really end our conversation very well the last time we met though. I was still pretty upset about alot of stuff with my body and I kinda dumped all of my frustration on them, they probably think I suck now.\" *In the beginning while he talked about him and Momo he was all happy and giddy telling Hitoshi how the two of them did a quest but slowly he just saddened as he reminded himself of the really jerk thing he did to Momo and all the things he said. He really shouldn't have told her about so many frustrations he had, it wasn't the right time nor was it very fun to hear...*"
}
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{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"...Huh. I'll look for her when I get the chance... I'm sure she'd forgive you, though.\"\n\n*Hitoshi would've brought up New Sunlight, but to be perfectly honest, who really cares about that? Yeah, she's a member of New Sunlight, but that's not hugely important...*\n\n*Instead, Hitoshi opts to simply busy herself with an aimless look around at all the places around her...*\n\n*Upon looking up to the sky, Hitoshi notices just how late it's gotten. Chances are, she won't find a chance to replace her set of armour, but hopefully that can be done tomorrow. With all that said and done, Hitoshi aimlessly follows Ardon for a little while longer... Wondering what else to say.*\n\n\"...So, uhh... The quest, what happened in it?\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"......I dunno if they would. Oh! But the quest was super fun!!! So what happened was me and Momo went to this farm and we basically met this like really old woman who made us look for Furrows and she told us that we had to make them go away from her farm so they could stop eating her crops or something?. When we went out there to her farmland we took some grains with us and I even used some of my jerky to lure them out! Its how I met Furry, my little buddy here.\" *Quickly the furrow would crawl up to Ardon's palm and just begin happily chirping about on his palm as he ate some jerky* \"Hehe not everyone was nice there though so we had to take care of the other ones alittle less gently but nonetheless we really had so much fun in that farm and it'll forever be in my memory as one of the best moments I had in the city.\" *Ardon didn't mention something that happened in the farm. Something that happened between him and Momo but really it didn't happen!!! Still just remembering that moment made him blush slightly though him blushing was really hard to see due to him BEING RED SKINNED!!!!*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "*...Huh. You know, Hitoshi was expecting to hear of something more... Violent? The Titan would be absolutely perfect in a brawl, what with his arms and what Hitoshi can only assume is a toughened carapace, of thick hide usable as an alternate suit of armour.*\n\n*She can remember some of her dad's military friends having something like that. Takeshi, that Pale Oni that spent so many days drinking with her father, would have this bizarrely... Hard skin. It felt like steel, and it was... Unnerving. Paradoxically, Takeshi himself was such a soft spoken, pleasant man, in spite of his huge size and his body which was almost... Engineered for war. Although he was an Oni, so... Of course.\n\n\"Yeah, your dad and I saw some crazy sh... Stuff back in Amongko. Red Oni are nuts. Don't trust a fu- freakin' single one, they'll beat you senseless when they get the chance...\"*\n\n*It was always adorable, how even as Hitoshi was old enough to swear like a sailor himself (when the parents weren't listening of course), Takeshi would always hold his own language back. Hitoshi never really knew all that much about the pale demon, but he was such a pleasant man, ignoring his rampant racism that to be fair, rubbed off on Hitoshi for a long time. Only recently did Hitoshi let up on her racism against the Oni after realising that yes, they have their good apples and that outside of Amongko they really aren't the top dogs at all...*\n\n*Ardon probably felt the same way too upon arriving in Salvania, the Macen haven. From being the top dog in their own country, to being judged so harshly...*\n\n*At least he had this... Momo character to rely on. She... She seems like a pleasant person who really wants to help the mutant Titan, almost like Mevis and she rely on each other so much emotionally. They both ground each other, keep each other safe and do their best to encourage the other. It's probably the exact same thing here..*\n\n*Hitoshi would look almost sad as she recalls her own family farm, as Ardon mentions the quest being at such a place... And completely fails to notice the blushing, as she begins to whistle a tune, starting off as a tune she remembers and slowly trailing off into... Random shit.*\n\n\"Best memory? I think my best memory in this city was meeting...\"\n\n*Arthur Dax. Let's not say that name.*\n\n\"... My first friend here. I'm still... A recent immigrant, and I didn't know much if anything about this place. And even though he's... Going down a weird path, I still miss him. A lot. Even though he turned out to be... Something different. Surprised at the kind of person he could be...\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Welp I guess people change... I know I have alot. Ever since I got here to New Salvainia I've changed alot. I miss my family, I miss my friends and I'm sure that they'll be atleast alittle surprised of how I changed not just in the outside but probably in the inside too. Your friend as long as he's not burning down houses or killing the lives of innocent people I suggest you support him! That's what friends do right? They support each other and sometimes change is good maybe different but different isn't always bad... Except when you grow extra arms and get hard red skin.\" *Ardon gave a big happy smile to Hitoshi as he was curious on what he was thinking about!* \n\n\"What did your friend do anyway? It must be pretty weird for you to be surprised about it I can say that. One time in my old home my best friend who was a pretty shy person managed to invite his crush on a date!!!! I was so surprised cause he really wasn't the type to do something like that cause he hated confrontation and he hated talking to people more but really the way he just stepped up to the plate like that really showed me how passionate he was with the girl, it was pretty sad though when he was rejected but it was all good because I took him to this fun inn that sold some really yummy food and...\" \n\n*Ardon would just continue of talking about how delicious this squid was just rambling on about him and his friend. Really it was a pretty boring story but he was just happy that he had Hitoshi there and he was able to talk about stuff with him, serious things and even things like him and delicious squid. It was quite late by now and while the two talked it seemed that Furry was getting pretty tired and decided to get some shut eye, it was amazing how the furrow was able to sleep right on such a loud and noisy man but he was probably used to it due to being with him for so long*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Well, he wasn't exactly... Ah..\"\n\n*Hitoshi would've tried her best to dance around Arthur's crimes, putting her skills of mental gymnastics and misdirection to the test, but it seems that today this dance won't be required today, as Ardon... Is Ardon, and blabs on and on about his friend back at home.*\n\n*To tell the truth, the Kitsune is more than grateful to not have to get involved in an uncomfortable, painful conversation, instead idly listening to the long, drawn out tale of the simple minded mutant who had a really nice friend who wanted help with a date...*\n\n*Hitoshi finally puts the cowl completely away from her face, fully revealing it, and smiling a little. This guy is nice. A bit loud, not the smartest and obsessed with \"Fitting in\", but nice, a genuinely good person. Almost like Mevis in a few ways, although Mevis is smarter.*\n\n*Hitoshi just smiles and listens, eventually zoning out unconsciously...*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*As he continued on rambling about the story he was telling after awhile he'd suddenly realize that the person he was talking to was probably bored or annoyed about his too long of a story already* \"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't notice that I was rambling on for so long... I hope I didn't bore you with my long story. Its just that nowadays I don't really have that much people to tell my stories too hehe.\" *He sort of awkward laughed it off but really it was true, he was just so happy to get the chance to tell more people about him and his stories that he completely forgot about the person he was actually talking to. As he laughed he would scratch the back of his head while wondering if he was actually bothering anyone since it was night and he was afraid that he might wake up some people with his deep slightly bellowing voice that was just even more amplified with his enthusiasm for talking*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Uh-wha? Nah, nah, it's fine...\"\n\n*Hitoshi yawns and wipes her eyes. Yeah. It was getting awfully boring, to be honest, but whatever...*\n\n\"It's fine, it's fine...\"\n\n*Hitoshi would then pause for a moment and look at the skies. Gods, it's getting late... And Hitoshi hasn't done very much at all on this fine night. Maybe Ardon's willing to follow Hitoshi to the library, although she doubts he'd get any enjoyment out of it. Personally, Hitoshi loves the library (mostly for books on magic, or enchantment) but Ardon's probably not that sort.*\n\n\"Hey, it's been really nice meeting you, Ardon, but, uhh... I wanted to get some studying done tonight, like I said... Might get my measurements too for my new armour... You could come, but I don't think you're too into that.. See you later?\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Studying and measurements... Umm no thanks. I'm not good with numbers but see you! I'll be here just wandering about, if not I'm probably on a quest\" *Ardon would say as it seemed that the whole encounter was dragging in for a bit too long, he was happy to end it here since he knew that they'd see each other in the near future. With that Ardon would look back towards where he came from and start walking to the tavern that he frequented hoping to get some shut eye after that fairly eventful walk in the street!* \"Goodbye Ms. Hitoshi! Take care and I hope you and your friend are good again! See you later! I'm sure we'll meet soon! Bye bye! So Long...\" *As he walked away he'd continue on looking backwards shouting the many synonyms and ways you can say goodbye to a person. As he left he still had that big goofy grin on his face, he started with a frown and ended with it upside down hey that rhymed!*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"...Uhh, bye...\"\n\n*Hitoshi frowns a bit under her cowl... One bye would suffice...*\n\n*After he's gone, she smiles. It feels good to help people out, and every time she does so, it reminds her that she really has changed for the better. Once, she was an overly possessive, violent, selfish, greedy person. Now, though...?\n\nWell, she's still a fairly greedy person. And fiercely protective of friends, to the point of being illogical. And she's still a shy person who sucks in social situations.*\n\n*But hey! She did something good today!*\n\n*Now... Where the fuck is that library?*\n\n*Sidenote, she'll need to find a healer to hold up her promise to the strange man. Such a shame, really, being mutated like that without your consent... The least she can do is try to find someone who could possibly help, as that... Isn't normal.*\n\n*She didn't entirely agree with the fitting in point. Never did. She's always been a fiercely independent individual, someone who hated being part of the sheep. But at the same time... She can understand the pain, of being someone who wants to be accepted, to be able to help, but to also be unable to do that owing to the terror people feel the moment they set eyes upon your forcefully mutated body.*\n\n*Yes, you shouldn't make special efforts to fit in. But there's a difference between wanting to fit in, like Hitoshi with her Oriate heritage and her... Alternate SO choices, and being mutated beyond recognition, without wanting it, and being seen as a monster. That's a horrifying fate, one that nobody should've just allowed the Titan to suffer...*\n\n*Someone needs to help. Beyond words, beyond well intentioned but misguided speeches. Someone needs to actually help. And that person seems to have to be Hitoshi.*"
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{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*The Goblin Slayer enters the quaint village and (probably) starts searching for the goblins that have been harassing this village. He finds a group of 4 goblins near the church, currently pointing spears at a woman. None of the goblins look particularly stronger than the other, but they're all certainly dangerous to someone untrained as a warrior.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The man pulls out his sword and throws it at one of the goblins head, to try and get the goblins attention off the woman, He then pulls out his hatchet and begins running at the goblins. Ready to chop one of their heads in half.*"
},
{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*Throwing the sword definitely attracts the attention of the goblins and they start running towards him with their spears up to stab him. The woman runs away and now the Goblin Slayer is left with the goblins to deal with, poor goblins :(.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Him realizing his sword did nothing for some reason, decides to use his shield to swipe across at their spears as they charge him, the sharpened edge of the shield, and the force of his swing breaks the spears. He then swim the hatchet at a goblins head using his other arm.*"
},
{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*Goblin Slayer could redirect the path of the spears out of the way, however he could only snap one of the goblins spears, which was of even poorer quality than the others apparently. Goblin Slayer uses his hachet to kill one of the goblins by swinging downwards, the weapon gets driven into the goblins head and kills it. One goblin attempt to jab him with their spear.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As they go for a jab I attempt to grab the spear and take it from him, and then stab another goblin with it. He then rips his hatchet up from the goblins heads and then slamming it down on another goblins head.*"
},
{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*Unfortunantely the goblin would be quicker than Goblin Slayer and his jab makes it through and clanks against his armor, which successfully blocks the attack. His hatchet attack against another goblin is successful however, he chops the goblins (the one with a broken spear) head and kills it. The third goblin attempts to stab Goblin Slayer, likely bearing no fruitfull gains.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As the spear hit my armor I would have grabbed it, and ripped it away from the goblin, and then stabbed the goblin with it. He then kicks away the goblin that was about to stab him, he then prepared a follow up shield bash against the one he kicked away, for when that one starts running back or if it runs away.*"
},
{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*Goblin Slayer would be able to take away the spear but it would be in the opposite way that he would want it to be, therefore he'd have to adjust the spears position beforehand. His kick would not reach the goblin who would be stabbing from a confortable distance, for this very same reasoning the shield bash would also prove to be ineffective. The goblin who had his spear stolen runs away. The spear yet again doesn't pierce his armor.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He stabbed the spear he had taken into the face of the goblin who was stabbing at him, once he had done that, he took the hatchet from the other goblins skull, and then he threw it at the goblins head who was running away.*"
},
{
"author": "pindlewand",
"message": "*Goblin who was stabbing got stabbed, hatchet is definately better suited to being thrown, it hits its target. Seems like he has dealt with every goblin he could find in this village, sweet, well he better go and collect the bounty with the local... Whoever pays.*\n\n**Quest Complete**\n3 UP to Goblin Slayer\n7 Gold to Goblin Slayer"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He walks over to a local who was hiding and watching near by, he then spoke in his usual monotone voice.* \"Where is the person who offered up the quest to kill the goblins?\"\n\n*He goes and talks to the local who offered the quest, he collects his reward and leaves the village. Heading back to the guild to report.*"
}
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{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "At the bright sunny day that shines the entire city of New Salvainia, so much people can be seen walking around the streets, as if the Kingdom of Salvainia is having their peaceful, bright day. Some people were stopping by on the wet markets on the side road to buy their kitchen supplies, and a horse carriage can also be seen using the roadway while carrying the group of 2 passengers. It can be thinkable as the 'medieval taxi'. \n\nAnd then there comes this young man, wearing glasses and a set of regular clothes. He was found walking towards the streets of New Salvainia after he passed the security. It was at the first time he went to the capital, while gazing upon his crowded surroundings. He felt a bit nervous sometimes, but it is pretty normal for this young swordsman. There was at this moment his hips has this one sword that was said to become the family heirloom, and is currently sheathed to hide its special features. This also confirms that if the sword was on his left side of his hips, the wielder is a righthanded.\n\n*Now where can I find some place to stay...? I mean this place is kinda huge...*"
},
{
"author": "glockcry",
"message": "A rumbling brawl was heard as Yzack approached a nearby tavern, one enclosed and to the corner with boarded up windows and a ransacked looking exterior. Furthermore as he closed in the foul aura of endless booze, pipes and other such 'luxuries' would engulf his senses, all the whilst the echoes of yelling and laughing grew ever so louder. The particular district that he was in was in juxtaposition to the greyed out tavern, contrasting itself from an upbeat, regular fast paced market. This however only sered to either terrify people or draw them in, as it was clear that only a very selective type of individual prowled around these parts at night.\n\nA final roaring hoorah was heard from the bar as a man in tattered robes bursted outside the doors, being flung out apparently out of fear as several figures followed him outside. Picking up after himself and tripping along the way he held his hat on his head with both arms as he suddenly ran past Yzarck, rudely bumping into him in the process. As the swinging of the rocky entrance stopped. Peering up a tall figure cladded in ravenous full plate armor was seen holding a cup of ale in one hand, and a past out individual by the head in the other. Hynes had engaged the man in her left side in a head lock, after being forced to throw him out. From his distance her figure was shadowed and her face couldn't be distinguished, but as the warrior stepped towards him her aura came into view.\n\nRight before the man layed a deep silver eyed glare which encapsulated him, all the whilst as a pale frail faced brunette came into view. The lady without warning suddenly dropped the man from her side, and specs of dusts picked up as he groaned around the corner. Her gaze, it seemed intense, as if a fire had been dancing in her eyes. Her face was as equally enclosing, as a woman of this caliber was hard to come by even on a good day. Suddenly-\n\n**Hiccup**\n\nBeer, Drunk. It was apparent with a stench of liquor, and with bright red cheeks."
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "By the time he was 'acidentally' pushed by the tall man, Yzack flinched and gets back up while he was about to complain, but he was rather seeing the guy as obnoxious due to his ale drinking habits. But still, Yzack has no reason to draw his sword here in town, otherwise that will cause more trouble since he passed the security.\n\n*Damn, what a load of drunkers...*"
},
{
"author": "glockcry",
"message": "Protracting out her hand her right gauntlet was sat on his shoulder, her head pivoting up and down as she burped lightly. Despite her demeanor and appearance she wasn't acting very lady like for sure. From the corner of her eye she had caught this man, and in her intoxicated state gave a brief overview of the situation. There were three people before, her and two others. One of them had fled before she had the chance to catch onto him, however. Having no way to properly distinguish she had mistaken him for the man that she was originally chasing. In this instant she then wrapped her arm over his neck and reeled him in like a fishing line, himself caught in a head lock as he poked around behind her. Letting out another flabbergasted yawn she scratched her roughed her with her other arm before exclaiming.\n\n'Man, why did you have to leave a woman standing there. You gave me the trouble of having to kick your ass out and you didn't even give me the courtesy of collecting your coin? You know, I'm begging to think you don't even like me, hell you may not even like women for all I know!\n\nLetting out an exaggerated laugh her head peeled down as she took another swig from her mug, which in reality had been empty for quite a while. Still, she reacted as if she had taken a mouthful, and let go of the cup following the sound of it bouncing on the pavement."
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Upon hearing the statement, Yzack seems to be a bit confused about the thing about disliking women. But hey, he was not that kind of men at all! He says, \n\n\"Wait a minute. So you're a beggar? I'm sorry, miss. I honestly don't know about that. Fortunately, I can give some to you, but... I'm thinking of somewhere that I can make a stay. Could you show me around town?\" Yzack politely asked."
},
{
"author": "glockcry",
"message": "'Wait a minute. So you're a beggar? I'm sorry, miss. I honestly don't know about that. Fortunately, I can give some to you, but... I'm thinking of somewhere that I can make a stay. Could you show me around town?\" Yzack politely asked.'\n\nIn her half conscious state Hynes could still comprehend what he was saying. However something was off, about him. As she held him locked she noticed that she felt skin and not fur. The voice was completely of a different tone as well, barring a striking difference between the man she had been acquainted to before, or at least envisioned in her mind. Loosening her grip she let him go, before standing him up straight before herself. With her head pivoting from side to side she examined him, and squinted at his face as she held her arms to her side. She then gasped and grew a delighted smile before crying,\n\n'Hold on a minute, you're not him. He was a cat fellow, I think. How could I have mistaken a young boy such as yourself as that conniving fiend! Wait, you could be working with him, perhaps you were sent to distract me. And what's that talk about beggars? Sorry we aren't running a charity organisation and nor are we a tourist destination.'"
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "\"Ah I see... So you're looking for this cat person? I've just recently arrived in this town and this is what I get? I've been bombarded with such statement of yours towards a Macen like me. I said I'm looking for a place to stay, miss. So you'd better help me out or I'll find someone else.\" Yzack says with a disappointed tone, but still remains polite.\n\nAnd with that, Yzack was about to walk away from Hynes, one step towards another. He was still seen wearing a sword onto his left hips while moving towards the other side of the market."
},
{
"author": "glockcry",
"message": "Hynes raised her eyebrow as he seemed seemingly discontent with her, of course with her state she as completely oblivious as to the root reason why, but it could also be considered foolish of him to not take into consideration her state had he responded so seriously. Hynes original thought was to let him go, as she was just as confused as he was nevertheless, but glancing over a metallic shine caught her eye. With him turned around a piece of his blade shun through the canvas of his scabbard. Holding her chin she then let out, raising her hand to call for him. In a dizzy tone she spoke out.\n\n'WAIT! Hold on a second, let me help you out then. I, um, apologies for my, transgressions *Whatever those may be*. In return, let me help you out my friend. Oh right, I'm Hynes', Hynes Blücher.'"
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Yzack stopped for the moment his movement was halted by Hynes' voice. He turned back towards the lady as he walked close to Hynes. Well, by the time he was summoned back to her location, it seems that his black sword sheathed onto his hips, were eventually caught Hynes' attention after all. So he replied with a warm smile while his left hand holding the pommel of the sheathed sword, which is located onto his left hips.\n\nHe shooked his head whilst saying, \"No worries, miss. I am a novice swordsman under my father. My name is Yzack Stotram, son of Anthony Stotram, from Saronia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Hynes.\" Yzack introduced himself with a right fist placed onto his left side of his chest, symbolic to his own way of mannership and family traditions."
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"author": "glockcry",
"message": "Hynes waddled over toward him before presenting herself, placing her right hand across her chest as she tilted herself to bow. At this point she was still very much intoxicated, and would probably forget this encounter ever took place, having practically passed out several drinks earlier. Still, with an enthusiastic tone she preached out.\n\n'A novice swordsman- Yes I could tell, I mean by the way you're presented that's all. Anything that could be held by less than the palm of your hands would look to small, but anything too showy would again look too big. Come! Let me introduce you to everyone in the town, then we can talk about other things as well.'\n\nLeaning over to grip his shoulder once more she limped back toward the tavern as he found himself being dragged across to the entrance, the stench of alcohol engulfing your lungs as you heard the rambling of laughing and drinking. Stretching her other arm out she opened the door and the woman would lead you inside."
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "\"Ah, right... Uhh, sure I guess. I can see you're a kind woman, Ms Hynes.\" Yzack replied with a warm, welcoming smile.\n\nAnd with that, Yzack and Hynes were setting on their journey across town, passing through the beautiful fountain which is usually located at the heart of New Salvania (if there is any). The buildings in New Salvania sure is eyecatching, and the atmosphere is breathtaking, but the smell of booze and ale, and the sights of laughter and drunk people is something often happened in town. Yep. Pretty normal, alright... Before he was almost seen rubbing his nose.\n\n*I can't help but this kinda scent starts to stench my nose, and it's kinda itchy. Well, I guess that's pretty normal and back then, Father did getting into tavern sometimes, and not gonna lie; he's a heavy drinker.*\n\nHe sighed in the monologue, before they eventually entered the tavern. Once inside, there is a lot of customers inside. Moreover, noises coming from the atmosphere of the tavern seems to be a busy noise in regards. And some of them are just chilling the hell out of their asses while drinking their ales or whatnot. No wonder the booze scent can be smelt from here.\n\n\"Oh man, so many people in here...\" Yzack says to himself before doing anything necessary. He was found standing at the entrance of the tavern, about 1 meter from the door."
},
{
"author": "glockcry",
"message": "Leading the way Hynes raised her leg to boot the door open, itself already loosened as it swung over with a great force of momentum. Inside this went practically unnoticed as everyone was either passed out or engaged in brawl themselves. Hynes briefly glanced over and paced around as she was seemingly eyeing out for someone, or something. Behind her as Yzack made his way inside a passing thrown knife barley grazed his side as it struck the wooden door which closed by itself behind him. From the distance could be heard the sounds of people laughing as they eyed him, noticing that he was not a regular customer, and not someone who was accustomed to this type of environment.\n\nTurning over Hynes had finally begun gaining some resemblance of sense, but this only incited within her to fall over and pass out. She could feel the weight on her eyes as she was exhausted. Raising her hand she rubbed her eyes as she spoke out to Yzarck, whom she had presumed had followed directly behind her.\n\n'Alright let's make a deal. Tomorrow I'll show you around. There are plenty of rooms here but believe me they aren't as bad as one would anticipate, though do be mindful which one you go into as some offer.. *Additional services*. Anyways, I'm hitting the sack-'\n\nAnd with that Hynes had turned around, waving her hand to him as she made her way across the tavern, past a fury of bottles and food being thrown all around her as she seemingly effortlessly avoided every single one of them step by step. Leaning up against the wall she latched onto one of the railings as to pull herself up the stairs to try to get to the second floor, where she found a warm bed ready and awaiting for her."
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "While hearing such statement, Yzack finally gives a sigh of relief as he wanders around the tavern before checking out the bedroom. But eitherway, the tavern seems to be a quite of mess, regarding of the said brawl and whatnot. \n\nDuring his walk in the hallway, Yzack witnessed the havoc. The laughter, the noise, and even the brawls going on, of all those chaos in the tavern. Even there is a knife, 'swoosh'ing onto the wall at the speed of sound, almost swoops Yzack's face. \n\n*What the heck?! This tavern's a mess! But not gonna lie though. Father did told me about it once before...*\n\nHe continues to sigh before eventually walked down to an empty room. His bag that he was carrying, is filled with neatly folded clothes as he stores them into the wardrobe. Furthermore, he hangs his sword onto the wall afterwards, before eventually takes a nap due to his tiredness of walking a long way from Saronia.\n\n```On the next day...```"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*\"...This sucks. I'm bored.\"*\n\n*...Is the only thought Morgan \"Moxie\" Von Starke could muster at this point, after an hour or two of studying, as she looks through the notes she wrote on Kohm's recent teachings. She really shouldn't be complaining... After all, she likes her teacher, she likes learning about the runic arts, and she likes incorporating it into what little she can truly craft herself... But simply writing down \"Oh yes, by the way, this does this and that does that\" Is not exactly Moxie's idea of good fun. She'd had enough of that after all the damned tutors her dad hired for her when she was younger. What the hell was she meant to learn from simply copying what they said over and over? The moment literally anything was questioned, what was it, \"Well if you were actually listening\", etc. Etc... She **Was** Listening, that's why she asked the question in the first place, but for some reason it was bad? To do much of anything besides be a mannequin that writes what they're told to write, when they're told to write it... Just typical, really, isn't it?*\n\n*Moxie finds herself idly staring at her fire, listening to the warm crackle, and feeling her eyes get heavier. She isn't exactly a healthy sleeper, recently finding herself unable to sleep well at night. Just always worried about what life has in stock for her, what she should do next... Sure, she has a lot of years ahead of her... A **Lot,** But... Doesn't that just mean you should make the most of them?*\n\n*Gods only know. And after that stupid little mishap with Phil, her house got a lot lonelier. It's almost crushing, being so used to someone being there to cheer you up or for you to talk to, even if they were mostly too stupid to actually get a word... And now he's gone, because she was an idiot.*\n\n*...Life's gonna get less dull at some point, right?*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "While Moxie was trying her best to focus, Kohm arrived near her house, much more refreshed now that he had taken his time to rest and recuperate. \n\nWhile Kohm was no detective, he knew well that Moxie's mood had plummeted ever since the whole incident with Phil. While he had done his best to console Moxie while recognising her efforts and not making it look he was taking pity on her- something that wasn't as difficult as he had thought, possibly due him having once being in her shoes, as a hardworking apprentice.\n\nIt did not, however, change the fact that for the foreseeable future Phil's summoning contract was severed.\n\nKohm understood the pains of that. The modifications of his contract with Alum's had wrought similar damage- as his tremorsense developed and expanded, he had lost the ability to summon power from Alum in exchange. Now he couldn't even summon a mound of sand if he wanted, let alone sandmen.\n\nWorse of all, communications had become choppy as well, which lead him to stop developing his tremorsense further. Even then, it would still grow over time; while Kohm never asked, and Alum never mentioned, that possibility hung in their gradually dwindling conversations.\n\nWell, if it was of any consolation, it wouldn't happen today.\n\nAnd speaking of today...\n\nHonestly, Kohm missed the ice golem himself, but it wouldn't do to let that get in the way of solving particular conundrum! While he was no master of summoning, the solution was already laid in front of his eyes; It simply took time.\n\nThus, in order to cheer his student up, he was planning on imparting a particular spell he knew she had her eyes on! \n\nToday he had brought nothing but relevant materials with him- it still amounted to his thick hardcover of a journal, but it was far less than the usual pile of books.\n\nHe rapped on the door."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Moxie's heart practically skips a beat when the door is suddenly rapped on, and she snaps out of her little daze, her shock turning into casual irritation at the person who showed up while she was busy. Trudging toward the door, she opens it, preemptively complaining to whoever the hell this is.*"
},
{
"author": "Morgan 'Moxie' von Starke, the Iron Maiden",
"message": "\"By the gods, what the hell do you *Want-*\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*...Uh oh.\n\nA scowl turns into a wide eyed, beet red face when she looks at the familiar, blindfolded face of her tutor, and realises what she said **Probably** Isn't what you should say to your own tutor... She covers her face and mouth with her prosthetic hand, hiding her blushing face, and she looks away from Kohm with humiliation as she internally prays that he forgives her uncouth mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "Morgan 'Moxie' von Starke, the Iron Maiden",
"message": "\"I am **So...** Sorry, Mr Fidres, I just - I - I'm just... Uhh, I'm sorry...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*A stream of flustered, embarrassed apologies burst forth from her vocal chords as she attempts to fix her huge transgression against her tutor... By the gods, what kind of person speaks so rudely to an elder and a superior? What kind of person speaks like that to someone taking the time out of their life to teach them something most people never even get a chance to learn the basics about?*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm blinks as he registers what happens, before inexplicably finding the urge to chuckle building.\n\n*Ah, silly girl...*\n\nUnable to help himself, he finds himself scolding Moxie in a faux mad tone, his expression betraying nothing.\n\n\"My word, young lady, such foul language! Watch it, lest you end up offending someone of importance one day! For shame, for shame!\"\n\nAs Moxie inevitably reddens, Kohm finds his face uncontrollably twisting into a smirk, but he decides to throw in one last bit of chaff before his expression turns traitor.\n\n\"Indeed, this behaviour can't be allowed to continue! As punishment, bear my ginormous stack of books! Heave-ho!\"\n\nAnd then he tossed his journal at Moxie."
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm could hardly suppress his mirth anymore at the all too amusing sight- a shrill kettle wheeze escaped his lips the moment his brain took a second inspection at the fact that of all the things she could have done, she decided to shake his journal like a grain threshing whip!\n\nWhat, did she believe he hid entire stacks of books within his poor journal?! At that thought, he slapped his knee with laughter.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but I don't believe magic is that advanced yet! I would be sitting in the courts of lords and the coves of sages if that were so!\"\n\nForcing his wheezing down, he then answered her query most cheekily.\n\"The stack was a lie.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Wha-\"\n\n*The kitsune's mind is **Blown** By the fact that he only took one book.\n\nKohm Fidres only took one book. And it wasn't even that much of a book, really, it was just some personal diary-journal looking thing.*\n\n\"...Ahh...\"\n\n*...Oh well. Moxie looks through the **One book,** Wondering why he only brought the one. Normally it was piles upon piles of work thrown into her desk, so why is this such a special moment that she only got the one?*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Yes, yes, I see your questions on your face, aching to be answered, dear student. Follow me up stairs. We're having a more practical lesson today.\" Heedless of Moxie's silliness (Really, it was beyond him why Moxie looked like a starled deer) he rolled his eyes and went up himself, smugness hanging off his face as he left Moxie to stew alone."
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"author": "Sutekina",
"message": "*'It's been so long since I've wandered these streets. I see they are as lively as ever'*\n\nThese thoughts would cross Sutekina's mind as she made her way down the every busy streets of New Salvainia. The last time she had been here was when she was out retrieving supplies for 'her'. Months have passed since then, and 'she' had still not returned. For the first few months she had loyally stayed idle at their home awaiting for her eventual return, but alas it never did.\n\n*'I wonder what would she think about me doing all this... I could only assume disappointed'* \n\nSutekina would shake her head to rid her mind of the sad image. The pain still lingers in her heart, but she wasn't going to let her freedom go to waste. She had believed herself to be a princess needing a prince to come rescue her, but she had since then learned that the only way to move forward isn't to wait for your prince but to find them yourself. And that's is what she had set herself out to do today. \n\nThat said, instead of a prince, she was in search of a reliable right hand man. She had taken actions to expand the business, but she realized with her current underlings she would quickly reach the limit of her potential. She did not fault them, as they reliably carried out their duties, but she needed someone more capable, someone who could think on their own to expand her influence. After sending her men to do some scouting, a particular name came into her ears.\n\n*'They said he usually hangs around here...'*\n\nHe was a thief clearly affiliated with the underworld of this empire, and someone who would prove to be a valuable asset. However, it would likely prove dangerous and risky to simply force him to join. That is why she had travelled all this way to meet him herself. With her impressive sense of smell, she would quickly turn toward a seemingly empty corner while motioning for her men to stay back before yelling out in a cutesy voice\n\n\"No need to hide Horace, I'm here to make a deal!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would be sitting in what seemed to be a larger back alley, alone. His items lazily spread about the dirty floor without a care in the world. A rapier and set of butterfly swords laid against a grime filled wall, cleaner than anything else there really. As well as a smaller bag that held a red cross on its front, containing medicine and such. It seemed to of been opened recently, as the items within were half used. There were few other items there, as Horace didn't need much. Strewn about the place, yet all still in reach in case of emergency. Though what emergency called for something like a lock pick set or random knickknacks? The elf did not know, nor did he care.*\n'Better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them...'\n\n*A mentality carved into him by his ever cautious father, who managed to be bold but carful at the same time... Horace sighed at the though of his old home while he rested in the alley. The thief needed a bit of a mental break from all that had happened recently. He'd been stabbed, betrayed, and ended up betraying someone else all in a matter of weeks. Though things like this are supposedly expected in the underworld... The elf would rest a hand over his stomach, clenching his bandaged wound as he stared up into the sky. He believed to be alone, outside of his pet, but that was not so. A white haired Kitsune seemed to be around, looking for 'someone'... Horace wouldn't notice them himself as he rested from his mental and physical wounds... Though he soon does, as a girl calls out to him. Immediately, his reactions seem to kick off as his eyes fly open and his body tenses. He reaches for his crossbow, loading it in a matter of seconds and pointing it at Sutekina instinctively. One hand holding the crossbow, the other reaches down and grabs a hold of a white mask. Said mask soon covers his face as he shouts out to the stranger threateningly.*\n\"Who are you and how do you now my name!?\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "Sutekina would feel the color drain from her face as she saw a male elf pull out a crossbow and point it at her. This wasn't unexpected, but she had never had a weapon pointed at her before, so she was naturally scared. \n\n*'Be clam, remember what father taught you*'\n\nShe would take a deep breath and quickly put on a mask of her own, a mental mask, her business mask. She would stare coldly at Horace and smirk\n\n\"You should be flattered, your reputation precedes you. As for who I am, you may call me Sutekina. Don Sutekina. Now put the weapon down, I came to make a deal, not to finish up someone's unfinished work\" She would say while eyeing Horace's stomach before sizing him in general. \n\nThe man looked worse for wear, but Sutekina decided to take it as a testament for his durability. And his quick reflexes with pulling out the crossbow was impressive to say the least. So far she was liking what she was seeing."
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would stare at the woman with harsh eyes and slight intent to kill. He was somewhat like an injured stray cat, defensive and willing to do whatever was necessary. The elf would look on with caution and suspicion, slowing, yet noticeably weakly rising to his feet. After, he takes a moment, looking the girl up and down, he'd pause.*\n'No weapons...? Maybe she's... Wait, no, its gotta be a trick or something...'\n\n*Horace reaffirms his defensive attitude in his head, his weapon still and aimed at her chest. Should he chose, he'd fire and run before the arrow even hits her. Though... With this injury, he wouldn't get far... Assuming someone follows, he'd be caught within the hour. He certainly wouldn't go down without a fight though... The elf would pause as Sutekina begins to speak once more. Her tone was... Less playful and cute than before now. As if she went from a child to a professional politician at the snap of a finger... Even her look changed, her cold eyes piercing Horace like she'd done this thousands of times before... Truly strange. The elf definitely needed to be on guard for this one...*\n\n\"Flattered? I wouldn't be so sure about something like that... Im a little concerned if anything... Sutekina...? Your name sounds familiar... You're that new gang boss i've been hearing about, aren't ya'? The one who only robs bakeries and sugar storages... I've been meaning to talk to you bastards ever since you started showing up y'know.\" \n*He paused as Sutekina stated her business. A deal...? He'd have to hear her out, but there wasn't much someone could promise him in this world that he couldn't already get his hands on. Though, it was probably a better idea not to hold a crossbow to a mob boss. With that in mind, the elf lowers his weapon, but refuses to sheath it for the time being.*\n\"... But, i guess business is business... Go on.\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "\"Well this certainly makes things easier\" *She would muse and take a single step closer toward Horace after he puts down the crossbow. She didn't want to invade his space to suddenly and alarm him, rather it was to asert a sense of dominance just like her father had taught her. She had to show she wasn't afraid.*\n\n\"As you said, I'm the gang boss you've heard of. However, the business has encountered some resistance lately. Made me realize the family needs to expand its branches to overcome these hard times. I need a man who knows the way of the streets, a man who isn't afraid to get his hand dirty, a man who knows how to stand his ground and pull the trigger. Sound like someone you know?\" *She would say with a sweet smile as she pulled out a lollipop from her pocket and plops it into her mouth. She would suck on it for a bit to give Horace some time to think as well as give the impression that she in control of the situation*\n\n*She also wanted to gauge his response to gain some insight to his character. Would he immediately ask for payment? When he try to pry her for more information? Or would he resort back to violence? His response would determine his compatibility with her future plans.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*The elf almost immediately tenses up again as the Don takes a step forward. His grip on the crossbow increasing significantly, though it does not rise. What was he to do now...? Taking a step forward meant challenging her, something Horace didn't want in his current state... Taking a step back meant submitting to her and he wasn't about to let this woman dominate him either... The only thing he could do was remain where he was. Though he'd do a little more than that, straitening his posture and eliminating any appearance of weakness. Acting like he was better than ever, no matter how much stress or pain that put on him. Doing so also revealed his true height, about 6'2\" Or so tall. He seemed to tower of the the smaller Oriate, his true figure blurred by his dark cloak. Though, doing this also reveals a red stain on his shirt. Whether the blood was new, old, his, or someone else was impossible to tell from the distance. Though that was better for Horace personally... He preferred to keep things up in the air and information away from the opposition... Though maybe Sutekina wasn't his opponent... Her words seemed understandable, but there had to be a catch somewhere...*\n\"Hm... I see. You need me for what i can offer, but what can you offer? I'd also like to know what the restrictions are? The only thing i hate more than authority is the rules they carry out... Freedom is my first condition here.\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*As the man displayed his full height, Sutekina would feel her body tense up. It would not be an exaggeration to say the current situation resembled a cat standing up to an awakening lion. That said she would dig her feet and stand her ground. The difference in height was to be expected. He was a male elf and she was a female oriate, and it was now clear that he had no intention in causing violence. There was nothing to be afraid of*\n\n*She would shift to lollipop from the left side to the right as she pulled another one from her pocket and hold it out infront of her*\n\n\"I think we can both benefit each other. Being part of an organization will limit your freedom a bit as the name implies. Freedom and organization can't fully co-exist, but they can tolerate each other for mutual benefits. Living a life without worry for food, much more being able to enjoy delicious sweets is one of the benefits my organization can offer.\"\n\n*She would then snap her fingers, signaling for her henchmen to walk into the alleyway. The situation seemed calm enough now for Horace not to be overly alarmed by their sudden appearance*\n\n\"I'm sure you've also heard of safety in numbers? With fellow individuals by your side, you would find yourself in your current situation much less often\" *She would say while motioning over Horace's beat up body with the lollipop*\n\n\"I would also offer coin, but I've come to realize relationships built on greed aren't stable. What I am offering is a mutual bond, one that has you become part of our family. Your success is our success. If you are in need of support, be it financial, physical, or mental, we will be there for you.\"\n\n*She would then extend her hand holding the lollipop closer toward Horace*\n\n\"Does that sound agreeable to you?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "'C-come on already... Leave or s-something...! This f-fucking hurts like hell!' \n*The elf thought, his mind beginning to cloud with pain. Though he still had enough awareness to notice Sutekina dig around for something in her pocket. The elf's grip remained firm on his weapon as he'd glance around towards his other stuff. He's call most of these things expendable, but his weapons... It'd cost him too much to get things like those again... This meant he couldn't shoot and run like his previous plan as well... All he could do was remain, only firing unless fired upon... No, not for some shit like 'moral high-ground', but to make sure he didn't do anything unnecessary and screw his life up more... With that in mind, he'd only watch and wait for whatever Sutekina would pull from her pocket.*\n'A knife...? A paper...? Some coin...? The hell could she of been looking for?' \n\n*Though a slightly silly feeling washes over Horace as she pulls out nothing more than a Lolli pop. God, that looked delicious... But he couldn't break now over a simple piece of candy... Then again, she seemed to be promising him larger amounts if he were to join! This alone would help to sway his opinion considerably! But... It wasn't enough yet. He was still suspicious of Sutekina's true intent. He only had one question left for her at that point, but he'd say later. Or rather, he'd have to say later as Sutekina snaps her fingers, as if signaling someone.*\n\n'shit...' \n*He thought, his heart sinking and his imagination running wild. Who the hell knew, this could just be a complex trap by the guards to keep him in one place and surround him... He'd shiver at the thought of it, with this injury, there's no way he was getting out without cuffs or a body bag. Though he wouldn't raise his weapon, no matter how much the situation screamed trap. No matter how much he wanted to run right there... This was a business offer, one he felt passing up to be a big mistake. He watches as a couple of henchmen, clad in light armor and weapons approach and surround Sutekina. Like wolves protecting the alpha of the group. Sutekina would continue to explain, motioning to his stomach. He'd flinch slightly at that, glancing down to his wound. The elf didn't realize she's seen it yet... But even if she saw it, he couldn't break down yet.*\n\"I-i... I don't know what you mean... I've never felt b-better...\" \n*He'd say, grimacing intensely behind his mask. Though he pauses at what else Sutekina Had to say... She wouldn't give him much in the way of coin it seemed... But that was fine by him, as he could live comfortably with what he stole alone... Then again, she was promising help, and a spot in her 'family'... He thinks for another few moments... Everything sounded okay, but there was still something else. Whenever he talked to someone who was in a gang, the same issue came up...*\n\"That is... Hm... Before i give my answer, i only have one question for you. What if i ever want to leave this 'family' of yours... If i ever find something better, or just want to leave... Am i going to be hunted and killed? Or would there be some insane cost to regain freedom...?\""
},
{
"author": "Don Sutekina",
"message": "*Sutekina would scoff at Horace's tough act but would make no remark on it. After all it seemed like she was at the tipping point on bringing him over to her side and it would be terribly immature to break down negotiations by calling out a bluff. However, the answer she had for his question would likely not please him, as it was evident that he was a free spirit. She had to be careful how she phrased it*\n\n\"Hmm, I don't think you need me to explain what a family is. No matter how far you might be, or what you may do, the same blood will flow through your veins. However -\"\n\n*She would take yet another step forward, but instead of giving off a sense of dominance, she would smile cutely and let her scent reach the man's nose. She didn't particularly enjoy using her 'pheromones' to entice someone, but as her father had taught her, when engaging a difficult opponent it would be foolish to not use all the tools at your disposal.*\n\n\"-I think you would find being part of this family to be so enjoyable that you would never want to leave. As much as I am a business women, I really do think of everyone in my gang as my 'family'. As a 'family', I want us all to be happy. So instead of running away, why not talk things out with me so I may understand what you are going through? While we may not share blood, no, precisely because we don't share blood, I want our bonds to be stronger than that of an blood-bound family.\"\n\n*She would then hold out the lollipop again toward Horace*\n\n\"So are you willing to make the sacrifice for a family that will remain with you forever?\""
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{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "The man clattered quietly with the sounds of metal armor, a long, finely crafted spear in one hand as he approached the shop keeper with a dully bloody burlap sack. He rested it against her counter, unabashed to the other customer in the building. \"Here you are Ma'am! I have the rabbits you wanted.\" He stated rather cheerily. \n\nHe was a fairly tall man, his shoulders being a bit more broad than the average for a man. His face betrayed the slim, thin features of a rather lithe frame underneath the bulky protection he wore. He bore a small slice on his cheek which appeared to be in the latter stages of healing.\n\nHis violet eyes scanned about the building briefly as he waited for the shop owner to dole him out the paltry sum he had taken this small hunting job for."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "A large man walked into the store, and set down a sack and proclaimed them as rabbits. Solden raised her eyebrows from her corner of the store. *He seems rather friendly.* She walked up to the man. \"You do know that you shouldn't declare 'I HAVE RABBITS' in the middle of a store, and especially in this time?\" She asked, and threw a glance towards the direction of a few shady men."
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "His ear curled to the side slightly as he looked to the other customer that had approached him, his friendly demeanor persisting as he looked her up and down. \"And why not? The owner asked that I go hunt some rabbits for her, I am simply following up on the job I was sent on. Is that not proper etiquette in this city?\" He questioned, seeming to be not at all bothered by the group of unsavories in the corner of the store."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden stared disbelievingly at him for a moment. \"No, It's not about that. It's because there are * Some people *\" She said, jerking her head towards the shady men \"Who might hear about the rabbits and want to steal them. You can say it, just not so loudly.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "He leaned down slightly to get more at level with her as he smiled calmly. \"That would only be a concern if I didn't believe I could deal with such vauntless hoodlums.\" He stated rather calmly, looking one of them dead in the eyes while he carefully accepted the small pouch of silver from the shop owner and tucked it nearly away into a pocket on his traveling pack. \n\nHe rested his arms across his chest as he looked down at the woman. \"And, pray. Whom might you be to be concerned about thieves in a shop? Do you know the owner?\" He pondered, trying to place the smaller woman."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Her eye twitched slightly at him bending down. \"I don't know the owner. As for why I'd be concerned, I've always benn against harming or stealing from the innocent. A righteous sense, I guess.\" She decided on her next words. \"My name is Xenn.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"Well, Xenn. I don't think there is much risk of that happening. If they'd want anything, I imagine they'd be more interested in the Silver I am carrying rather than the few rabbits I handed off.\" He stated rather confidently, beginning to make for the door and back out into the street. \"In any case, I'd rather not take up patronage if I don't intend to buy anything. I will be taking my leave.\" He offered, giving a small bow to her and the owner before stepping outside of the door.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"That is a good point.\" She followed towards the door as well. \"I keep meeting people like you. It's kind of funny and infuriating at the same time.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"People like me? Whatever do you mean?\" He asked quizzically as he continued down the bustling street. He used his finely crafted, distinct looking spear as a walking stick while he conversed with Xenn, his ears flicking and turning every which-way to tune into the various sounds around him."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "She smiled. \"People who have their moral compasses always pointed in the right direction, really nice, and a bit oblivious at first sight. I once met a guy in a tavern who offered me his bread just because I looked at him for a second. It's refreshing sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"Why would it be angering to see such well-meaning people? It should never be seen as a bad thing to be surrounded by kindness. It is a luxury that is very rarely afforded to people.\" He stated with an even smile while they walked, he was headed to one of the city gates as it seemed. \n\n\"As another point, was it whimsy that compelled you to follow me? I don't tend to stay in taverns or inns much, so if you follow me, you may find yourself fairly cold.\" He warned, glancing casually about at all the people who were buzzing about the gate."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"Sort of, yeah. I did it on a whim. And I'm warm enough for the cold. It's not that I find it angering, it's just that sometimes they don't process what I'm implying when I talk about darker stuff. It's funny how oblivious they are, and sometimes a bit hard to get my point across,\" She said, chuckling. \"I do appreciate kindness. I'm not a person who would get mad about that, and it is unreasonable to me for someone to feel that about it.\""
},
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"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"I don't think I am oblivious. I can identify unsavories just fine on my own, however I don't see a need to be fearful of them. It gives them the misguided impression that they could best me.\" He smirked softly, his ears flicking upward as he looked over to her. \"Oh, and I am very sorry! I've forgotten my manners! I am Draco of clan Blackshock. Last of my kin. It is a pleasure to meet you Madem.\" He stated, taking a brief moment to offer up his hand for her."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden was in disbelief yet again. *This guy is a piece of work. A real piece of work. Also, who calls them unsavories?* \"That's a good tactic,\" She said, taking the offered hand. \"Also, nice to meet you too, Draco.\" She smiled."
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "He pulled her hand up to place a small kiss against her knuckles, him continuing toward the gate. \"So, do you live around here? Or are you a wanderer like me?\" He continued, making simple small talk as they passed beyond the walls of New Salvainia."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"A wanderer, like you. I come from the Silnari Empire. I hope I can one day visit every country and maybe do something for the world.\" She responded. \"How about you?\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"My goals aren't so grand or ambitious. I'm simply concerned with my survival as of the moment. I do good where I can, but most of my choices have been defined by need or circumstance. I don't have much in the way of objectives truthfully enough.\" He said with a small shrug, his tail swaying out from underneath his cape slowly as they walked, it accidentally brushing against her forearm.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden noticed the tail, and her curiousity was piqued, but she didn't mention it. \"It's always good to have a goal. You have a reason to try, something to achieve, a purpose. And then you get to feel that satisfaction of 'I did it.'\""
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{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"I suppose I just haven't had the time to think about any of that I've been too concerned with my next meal. I help people as I see them need help, that's about as far as it goes.\" He explained, continuing to trudge along the well-set brick road leading farther away from the city."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "She nodded. \"I see. If you don't have to worry about your basic needs, though, what would you do? Become a part of the justice force? Maybe a guild?\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "He pondered for a long moment, scratching at his chin. \"I'd probably spend my time dismantling the slave trade... I heard my folks talking about it in the merchants caravan. Knowing it's out there and not being able to do anything about it is probably the one thing I find more infuriating than anything else.\" He stated, waving rather casually at a field worker as they passed."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"That's a good goal to have. It's infuriating for me, too, as they are basically taking people they deem as \"Inferior\" And forcing them to do whatever they like. I'd definitely help you with that.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"Well, being a Felinid puts me more at risk than you. My kind, along with other Beastkin are most under the eye of the slave trade than a Macen. I would imagine that our below-average arcane ability is to blame for that.\" He shrugged, resting his hand on his hip as they continued to slowly edge away from the farmland, him sniffing lightly at the air. \"There must be a caravan coming. I can smell leather on the wind.\" He commented as he looked down the road."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"That's a good point. Also, you can *Smell* That? That's amazing. Maybe it's a trading caravan or moving livestock...\" Solden squinted to see whether or not she could spot them approaching. *Nope, I can't.* \"Must be convenient for you to be able to smell that well.\""
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"It's a bit overwhelming when I am in the city if I'm at all honest. All of the strong smells of chemicals and spices render me effectively nose-blind if I am not focusing on a speciffic smell. Let's see... Leather... Oil... I can smell... Metal...\" His expression darkened a little as he stopped, his ears lightly flicking as they tuned down the road. \"Blood. That isn't good.\" He stated, gripping more tightly on his spear, taking up to a jog. \"Someone's hurt.\" He stated curtly, continuing down the road more hurriedly."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden started to go faster as well. \"Maybe a group of raiders.\" She brought out her bow, and took an arrow."
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "Despite his bulky protection, the man was still a fair margin faster than the girl at a jog, likely forcing her to take up a brisk run to keep pace with him. After running up a small hill, they came upon the source of the smell. It looked to be about five bandits which were surrounding an open-topped cart which had a woman, an injured man, and a young girl sitting at the front bench. The group appeared to be armed with shortswords and crossbows. The leader of this little gang also by the looks of it carried a pistol on his hip, which he as of yet hadn't used, judging by the slice on the man's arm.\n\nDraco continued jogging toward them at a fair clip, calling out against the group. \"Stop!\" Was all he demanded before he skidded to a halt, spear at the ready. \"Let those three go. Touch another hair on their heads and so help me I will drag you all back to the city in a broken heap.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden caught up, and scanned the scene. She brought her bow up and aimed it at the leader. \"Do you control any magic?\" She muttered to Draco."
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"Some. Nothing cataclysmic.\" He responded, keeping his eyes locked on the leader. After another brief moment of examination, it was evident that the bandits wore a patchwork of cloth, leather, and mail armor. The pair of them which were brandishing crossbows wore metal helmets as well. \n\nThe leader looked over to the interlopers with a disdainful expression, him adjusting his metal curass as he turned to look at them properly, seeming to be duly aware of the well-armored cat, and the bow woman at his heels. The two with crossbows turned their attention over to the new arrivals while the remaining two kept watch over the fearful family. \n\nTheir leader, a tall, burly looking Earth Macen regarded them with irritation, his low, booming voice puffing out of his slightly fattened cheeks. \"And how about this, boy? You turn around right now, and maybe you get to survive this meeting?\" He threatened, his men chortling at the heels of his words to try and reinforce his threat."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "She kept her bow on the leader, and Solden stifled a snort. *How typical.* \"You take them out and I grab the family? Or take them out all down first?\" She whispered, and sent (what she hoped) was a reassuring glance towards the family, but still kept her target in sight. *An Earth Macen. I wonder if It'll be a bother to take him down.*"
},
{
"author": "dracoblackshock",
"message": "\"Keep the two with swords away from the family. I'll keep the others occupied.\" He muttered under his breath as he flexed the fingers of his left hand, smooth waves of green energy wafting off it as he took hold of his spear in both hands, the arcane power flashing across the whole thing briefly as he strode forward. \"No dice, eh? Oh well. I gave you a chance.\" He stated in a heavier, darker tone as he closed in.\n\nThe pack leader snorted at his advance, jerking his head over at the archers. \"Shoot 'em!\" He barked, brandishing his arming sword as he stomped forward to meet him. Each bowman took a different target and shot, deciding to pull their short swords rather than spend the time to reload."
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{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra was exhausted. She'd finally finished a conscription she'd signed up for earlier in the week, hoping it would be quick and she would complete it in a day or two. The conscription in question was for a thief who'd been ransacking a small village, and it had taken Lyra four days and six hours to capture and the thief. Her muscles ached, her bones were weary, and her mind was foggy. Perfect weather for a night at the bar, where she could drink away the feeling of her tired body... Only to have it return tomorrow. Oh well. That was for tomorrow's Lyra to worry about.*\n\n *Lyra picked up her already-half-empty beer glass and drained its contents. As she did, the Macen noticed an elf walk in, sit down a few seats away from her, and order... Orange juice. The sight was so random, Lyra almost laughed. The Macen eyed the elf for a bit, taking note of his New Sunlight badge and falchion. So, this man was a mercenary... Like herself. Interesting... Lyra looked back at her empty drink. Maybe she should save the booze for another night.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf produced a few copper coins from his wallet, and set it down on the table. The bartender took it away, and brought out some freshly squeezed, cold orange juice in a mug. He brought it up to his mouth, sipping slowly from the mug, until it is half empty. He closed his eyes, and threw his head backward, letting out an exagerrated sigh, before squeezing his hands together.* \n\n\"Haaah...\" *If only he could sleep in a tavern. But it was so rowdy, it never feel like a place he could relax in. It is just awkward. But his house was too empty for him to relax too.* \n\n*He turned toward the Macen next to him. Quite attractive, and is looking at him too.* \n\n\"Hey there.\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*The Macen smiled. The elf was an odd fellow, for sure... Lyra glanced over at his direction once more, only to see the elf looking right at her. A slight red tinge plastered itself upon Lyra's cheeks. He was checking her out, wasn't he? Well... Lyra couldn't deny, the elf was pretty good-looking himself. So she smiled at him again when he spoke.* \n\n\"Hello. Sorry, I couldn't help notice, but... You ordered plain orange juice?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*A cheeky smile came over the elf's face. The red tinge bolstered his confidence. Maybe the girl was receptive.* \n\n\"Oh... Yes.\" *He turned toward his mug, to confirm he has indeed, ordered orange juice.* \n\n\"I'm a teetotaler. Swore off real alcohol a long time ago. I prefer to stay sober, you see.\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra raised her eyebrow at the elf's cheeky grin. What was he thinking?* \n\n\"Yeah, I guessed... But why orange juice? Why not just order a virgin drink? Oranges have got to be pretty expensive to grow, right?\"\n\n*The Macen felt a certain aura coming from the elf... It was intriguing, to say the least. It might be that they were both mercenaries... Or it could be something else.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The smile on Sirdan subdued.*\n\n\"Well, I like orange juice. Not much reason to it. As for virgin drinks...\" \n\n*He scratched his head*\n\n\"I'm not familiar with any virgin drinks. Perhaps you could introduce me to them?\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra watched with some small confusion as the elf's smile faded. Had she said something wrong?*\n\n\"Hm. Well, I can respect that.\"\n\n*The Macen tilted her head at the elf's query. Had he never heard of virgin drinks before?*\n\n\"No? Well, they're... Essentially the regular drink, albeit without any alcohol. So you still get the overall taste of the drink without any of the... Eh... Drunkenness. Here, I'll order one.\" *Lyra called the bartender over.* \"Two Shirley Temples, please. And- alcohol-free, as well. Thanks.\" *Lyra placed a few coins on the bar table as payment, then turned back to the elf.*\n\n\"You'll like it, I guarantee.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"It is a bit sweet, tangy, a little bit of sourness. A good balance of taste to me. Apple juice... Too tangy, and other juice - well, I'm not a big fan of them myself.\" \n\n*He took another sip from his mug, and then closed his hands together, listening to what Lyra said.* \n\n\"Shirley Temples... Interesting name. I'm excited to try this out. But first, we should introduce ourselves, right?\" \n\n*He extended his hand to her.*\n\n\"Sirdan. I'm a steppe elf from the south. You?\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra nodded, grinning as the elf gave his take on his drink.* \n\n\"Hm. That's pretty thorough for orange juice.\"\n\n*The Macen smiled kindly as the elf introduced himself. She stuck her hand out and shook Sirdan's.*\n\n\"Lyra. I'm an air macen from... East Mentia.\" *Lyra chuckled.* \"It's nice to meet you, Sirdan.\" *The Macen let go of Sirdan's hand and went to her drink, holding it up in front of her.* \"Cheers!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He smiled back.* \n\n\"I'm very observant when it comes to my food.\" \n\n*He shook her hand back. His hand was silky smooth, unusual for a warrior - unless you're an elf, of course.* \n\n\"I heard a bit of doubt in that.\" *He teased, grabbing his own drink and holding it up, and then raised his cup too,*\"Cheers! Do you cling your mug together?\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "\"Heh. Well, that's a good trait, I'd say.\"\n\n*Lyra was surprised at the smoothness of Sirdan's hand- there were no callouses at all. In comparison to the Macen's hand, which was covered in callouses and scars.*\n\n\"Well- it's not something I'm necessarily fond of- I'd rather not talk about it, either.\" *She clinked her cup against the rim of Sirdan's mug.* \"Of course!\" *Lyra took a long sip of her drink, exhaling contently afterwards.* \"So, Sirdan... You're a mercenary then?\" *The Macen motioned at Sirdan's New Sunlight badge.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I can tell you've trained a lot, Lyra.\" \n\n*He let go of her hand, and then clinked his cup back to her.* \n\n\"Oh? I'd like to know more about that. But I'll entertain you first.\" *He raised the mug and chugged down the drink, stopping right after Lyra, imitating her exhale too,*\"Yep, a veteran one to add. I've been working for New Sunlight for a while. After I go to sleep and rest today, I plan to ask for a promotion to a trainer.\" \n\n*He exhaled again.*\n\n\"It pays well.\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra smiled and gave a quick nod.* \"Yes. It's exhausting work.. But it pays well, and keeps me fit.\"\n\n*The Macen chuckled. This Sirdan fellow knew how to impress...* \"Impressive. To be honest, I've wanted to join New Sunlight for a while... But it's a bit out of my league. Good for you, though. You must really like your job.\"\n\n*Lyra laughed again.* \"I would hope so. How much, pray tell?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He sized Lyra up and down again.* \n\n\"I can see you're fit - And New Sunlight work might be in your league. If you've got good armor, good sword, a shield, and a brain... Plus a willingness to risk your life. You'll make it big.\" \n\n*He shook his head.* \n\n\"I don't like my job that much. It is the benefits that come with it. Killing and fighting get to you after a while. As for the pay...\" \n\n*Sirdan lowered his tone.* \n\n\"Around ten gold or so for some easy, low level work, and twenty gold for some harder one. Netted myself a nice flail too. But I won't volunteer for such again. Rather go off to the frontline of some silly Mentian wars.\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra smiled as she saw Sirdan looking her over.*\n\n\"Hm... You make a compelling argument. I'll think about it.\" *Joining New Sunlight... Lyra could start a new life! Of course, she was essentially a rookie in the mercenary business. Maybe New Sunlight had a training program or something. Sirdan would know.* \"Do they have... I don't know, some sort of training program? Just curious.\"\n\n*Lyra raised an eyebrow. But... What Sirdan said made sense. The Macen had met her share of traumatized war veterans, and it wasn't fun.*\n\n*Lyra's eyes went wide.* \"Ten gold?\" *The Macen whispered, shocked.* \"That's great- I mean, that's a lot of money.\" *Lyra tilted her head.* \"No? Hm. Maybe I'll follow your wisdom... You seem to know what you're doing.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I could bring you to the guild and sign you up - joining fee's one hundred silver. Payable to the guild, not me. I don't get any kickback. Oh. Training program.\" *He paused a bit,*\"There's paid for classes - relatively cheap, that you can take, and they will train you up. During initiation they'll try to see if you are fit for the Copper rank, by having you fight against two summoned soldiers. You win, you're a fit adventurer, if not, then you're rankless.\" \n\n*Sirdan gave her an affirmative nod.*\n\n\"Ten gold. Yes, I'm hoping to access more... Lucrative quests. My last quest involved me dealing with some really powerful vampire cult, paid me a measly twenty gold for that.\" *He shook his head,*\"But I could use battle buddies anyway, and I can offer to mentor you.\""
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{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*100 silver... I think I have that much at home. Lyra smiled. Finally! For once in her life, an opportunity!* \"Alright. Thank you. I mean it.\"\n\n*Lyra was... Admittedly slightly confused as to Sirdan's lack of excitement in getting a whole 10 gold for a questm and calling 20 gold \"Measly.\" Maybe she would learn that there was some bigger thing to mercenary work...*\n\n\"Wait- you'll mentor me?\" *The Macen's eyes widened.* \"Yes! Yes, of course! I would love to!\" *Lyra was giddy with excitement.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"You're welcome.\" *Sirdan extended his hand. 100 silver was just a small fee to access a profitable world.* \n\n*To Sirdan, 10 - 20 gold was a measly sum - at least for someone without a stable job. He hoped to change that in the next few days by getting a job as a trainer. Besides, Sirdan had a lot of doubts about whether two near-death experiences is worth 20 gold.* \n\n\"I will, as long as you don't mind a grumpy, boring steppe elf that's seen more than his share of near death experiences.\" \n\n*He finished his sweet drink of Not Shirley Temple, and then set it asides.* \n\n\"Quite refreshing, a little bit sweet. Should I take you to the guild?\""
},
{
"author": "Lyra Owens",
"message": "*Lyra took Sirdan's hand and shook it eagerly.* \n\n*The Macen chuckled.* \"No, I don't mind. Plus, an experienced teacher is good.\"\n\n*Lyra looked on at Sirdan as he sipped his drink.*\n\n\"Yeah, it's good! Oh- yes, of course. I just have to stop at my place first to get the entry fee... Shouldn't take long.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He shook her back quickly.* \n\n\"That's good to know - a lot of people call me bossy. I think I understand their perspective.\" \n\n*He turned around to the bartender.* \n\n\"In that case, I'll order a meal and wait for you here. Then we'll go to the guild together, sounds good?\""
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{
"author": "Reid Leivrene",
"message": "*Reid shuffles slightly closer to the elf, still focusing on his face. She truly believed the threat was gone now. Horace was a good man, she could tell that much.*\n\n*The question struck Reid as slightly odd. Parents? Well, Reid has t exactly seen her parents for... Decades now. They didn't keep in touch. Reid didn't even know if they were alive or not. So she shook her head again, her large ears once again falling in front of her face.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"No...? I see... Come here, i know a place you'll like... Its got lots of kids like you. I make my rounds there as well, so i can stop and say hi... The care takers are very nice, i know them personally.\"\n*The elf reaches out, offering to pick up the smaller girl. His movements still slow, slow so that she could react if she wishes.*\n\"What do you say, wanna come with me?\""
},
{
"author": "Reid Leivrene",
"message": "*Now Reid was really confused. Kids... Like her? The kitsune knew some of her actions were... Child-like, to say the least. But how young did Horace think she was? Oh well... She supposed it wasn't important. If it became an issue later she'd clear it up.* \"Ok...\"\n\n*Horace reaching out to her makes Reid withdraw slightly, but then embrace it. He means no harm, she's sure. Reid stands up and moves over to Horace, grabbing onto his shirt with her petite hands. She half- hugs him and nods to his question.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace smiles warmly, taking the smaller girl in his arms. Her initial hesitation was expected, after all who would willingly climb into a strangers arms. Though he was glad she accepted him in the end. Slowly walking up and hugging him as he lifts her up. His arm serving as a seat for her, carrying her like a parent with their kid. The tall elf would then stand, making any final adjustments.* \n\"Alright then, ready? Hold on tight...\"\n\n*The elf says, reaching behind him and pulling out the white mask from earlier. The black clad elf pulls over his hood as well, his hands still exposed as he didn't need his gloves now.*\n\"I'll take you somewhere safe, no need to worry.\"\n*The thief says, beginning in a fast jog out of the alley and onto the busy market streets.*"
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{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "She had traveled for seven nights and seven days. That's how long it had taken to reach this location from the capital. No matter, according to the locals the ruins should be located built into the side of a large stone. Luckily they had found a hill that overlooks the forest - and some walk away is a large stone protruding out of the top of the trees canopy. The mercenaries are excited to finally be able to rest in a proper structure rather then a bunch of tents stuck in the earth.\n\nIf one desires to do anything before continuing - such as combat preparation, some resting, or chatting now would be the time. The leader of the small mercenary group stands only a few steps behind Watanabe as he too is surveying the area. The other three are huddled together only a couple yards away and seem to be discussing something. They're all dressed in fine garbs, befit of a noble - with segments of plate over-top."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Watanabe would check over her equipment and make sure everything was properly secured. Afterwards she would approach the Mercenary Captain in order to ascertain the combat abilities of each individual mercenary. She would share info of her abilities and then try to form a strategy with the mercenarys. After this she would rest up at the camp until morning and then prepare to summon Ida Kiritsu before they entered the ruins.*"
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "Checking her travel pack reveals that all tools are secured. Her tools include: A torch, fire starter, a fifty foot coil of rope (she probably hopes that she never has to use it), alongside some simple medical items (bandages, herbal ointments for healing and cleaning). Her weapon is safely attached to her belt - she approaches the guard captain. He regards her ability with a neutral expression and explains plainly \"They're all trained in the usage of the crossbow and pole axe. They are competent - mostly. Never leave them around spirits of any kind. Including the ethereal kind.\" He strokes his beard wistfully as he regards strategy before stating \"We're being paid to secure the surface. We'll assess the condition of the structure and go from there. It's your job to secure the interior of the structure.\"\n\nThe rest of the day pasts quickly - most of the other mercenaries spend time doing menial tasks. The night is a cool one, so sleeping comes with some difficulty. When she wakes up her feet are cold - but the crackling of a fire states she woke up later then most. She likely eats breakfast with the rest of the mercenaries. Summoning Ida Kiritsu is an easy task - no one disturbs her and she summons."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Haruko would give Ida the simple task of guarding her. Allowing him to travel a maximum distance of 10m away without a specific reason.Being a cautious person, she would once more check over her equipment, carefully inspecting the condition of each piece before preparing to depart. She would make small talk with the mercenaries while they approached the structure, trying to learn more about their troupe and it's history."
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "All of her equipment is fine. Nothing seems to be damaged or out of place, and everything is easily put back onto her person. Once they finish up in the morning they begin to break down the camp and pack everything away for the journey into the forest. As they wind their way down the hill and discuss things about the mercenary group she learns that they are ex-men at arms who left the kings army after their pay was cut. Deciding to make it big they enlisted themselves as mercenaries for hire, and have since been working as mercenaries for Augustus. They have done small jobs for him - mostly in regards to securing locations from scavengers or would be adventurers. \n\nThe forest edge grows ever closer and once past its threshold the overhead canopy castes the the party in shade. Following an old game trail since grown over, they weave their ways through the thick tree trunks. Several times she herself nearly trips, and one of the mercenaries unfortunately does. No one is hurt but it seems like they're making extremely slow progress. Eventually, after what feels like several hours, they come upon what remains of some ancient stone paved road. The bricks are uneven - disturbed by growing tree roots, or settling into the soft earth below. It isn't much of a trail anymore but it tells them what direction to go in at the very least."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Haruko would ask that the group take a moment to rest. She would quickly prepare a light meal for the whole group in order to replenish their stamina. After around an hour the party would once again begin moving. They would decide to travel down the ancient stone paved road, watching their steps in order to avoid any traps that might be ahead of them."
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "The leader of the mercenary company disagrees stating in his argument for continuation that \"The men and myself very much wish to achieve the goal as soon as possible. We don't currently need rest, or a light meal even if both would be nice. We can have it once we reach the location.\" Meanwhile as they discuss the other mercenaries present begin to take a small break - neither winded nor hungry, they still seem to take the opportunity to busy themselves with non-work related activities."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Haruko listens to the Captain before calmly stating \"We don't know what awaits us on this desolate path. It would be best to replenish our energy now while we are in a secure and safe area. A simple one hour delay in order to prepare ourselves is more then acceptable. But if it isn't acceptable I wont push the issue any farther.\""
},
{
"author": "brebmel",
"message": "He shakes his head before replying \"I doubt there are any dangers in these woods besides beasts easily scared off with some shouting. Salvainia is afterall, stable and prosperous. We have a deadline too, we pass it and our pay gets cut in half.\" He nods ahead and states \"So we'd better get moving.\" And without waiting for her response he signals to his men and marches past her. Walking carefully to avoid tripping or springing an ankle. It's likely that they aren't too far away, regardless one of the mercenaries nods in her direction when he walks past. They aren't advancing too quickly so she should be easily capable of catching up."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Haruko sighs before rejoining the party. She and Ida keeping to the rear of the group. She uses her Kitsune Racial traits to scan the surroundings, making sure no people nor beasts approach them."
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Assassins, contract killers, whatever you called them. They were there to do the dirty work for you. Both Adam and Amalfriede would have been contacted through a relatively standard looking man to meet behind a nearby inn near some bushes. There, they would find a set of gardening tools, just in case some guards held their suspicions.*"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Amalfriede looked down at the note in her hand. It was time, and she was fairly certain that this was the place to go. As she got behind the inn, she took a pair of gardening tools in her hands, clumsily trying them out in the air for a bit to get used to the motions so she could then pretend. She looked around for the man.* \"Hm, I was right to bring normal clothes.\""
},
{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*Adam had seemed to arrive some time before Amal. His existence unnoticed however, until she arrives at the bushes.*\n\n*Rustling could be heard from the green patch, before a head soon pops out. A man with a black mask and white hair stared back at his new coworker. A hand poking out of the bush as well, waving before pulling out a gardening tool to show his purpose.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Almost comically, the floor (and the bush) under Adam swings down, causing the man to fall into a room onto a cushion. Said room spills out the orange light of a fireplace. The secret entrance is large enough to fit a person, but not if they were wearing metal armor. Small Amal is able to fit in.*\n\n*Assuming both of them went into the room, the same man that had contacted them would have closed the secret entrance shut. In front of them is a slightly pudgy man in a chair, sipping something from a cup.*\n\n\"Well, these are the ones?\"\n\n*The contact nods.*\n\n\"Seems inconspicuous enough, the lass here. The masked one I'm not sure. Anyway, I trust you enough to take out who I need. The person in question is a private investigator. He's a mage, and he's really damn good at finding the details. I need him dead. You two up for the task?\""
},
{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*The small Oni seems to drop from his hiding place suddenly, a small yelp being heard as he falls. Thankfully, he's cushioned by the mat below, rolling off of it before patting himself off.*\n\n*The Oni looks around confused, his eyes landing upon the orange flame illuminating the room. Then down to the chubbier man who explains the deal. Adam quietly nods in acceptance, the Oni not exactly having much choice either way.*"
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{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*It was tough to take the scene seriously when the masked Oni had fallen in such a silly way, but she made her way down the entrance and to the sofa.*\n\n\"I'm up for it.\" *She took a sideways glance at the silent man, slightly confused as to his appearance. Nevertheless, it wasn't the time to be chatting right now.* \"What's the name of the target, and is this a time critical mission?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Name's not known, but people call him Agila. Man's got an eye like an eagle. As long as you get em' at night while he's sleeping; that's the best chance you got. You would have to fight him in the daylight. He's constantly moving around, so it'll get harder after the first time.\"\n\n*The fat man hands Amal and Adam a map of the area, with a path traced out along the streets and a building circled in red.*\n\n\"That's his path, before nightfall. You can track him and the guard he's hired; a pretty big man, goes by Tony. Black hair, no beard. Wears a gambeson at all times and has an arming sword. You do *Not* Want to fight him, especially as people as little as you. Not head on at least. The guard's going to be in front of the inn door at night, when Agila's sleepin. There's a window in the inn, but be careful, it tends to creak when opened. Kill him as you please, just get the job done.\""
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Immediately Amalfriede defaulted to the mindset she had when she performed her first and so far only kill under her previous employer.* \"Sir, is this Agila susceptible to seduction, and has the method been attempted before?\" \n\n*There would be a variety of other factors in the method as well - what kind of women he liked, how quickly she should move, how wary the guard was of her. However, most important would likely be if he expected assassins, especially if he'd had other seduction attempts before.*\n\n*Any other real questions she had to make were more to do with strategy, something she would have to discuss with the Oni beside her. Her eyebrow still raised whenever she looked at him, mixed with confusion and wariness at the strange man. He certainly looked the part of a demonic creature come to reap one of their life, but his silly mannerisms so far just put an amused smile on Amal's face - he was pretty much cute.*"
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{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Amal raised her hand to wave at him shortly.* \"I'm Amalfriede. You can just call me Amal, though.\" *With a soft giggle, she leaned against the open door, talking to him from a distance. One hand brushed through her long hair, the other holding onto the door's handle.* \"I just... Felt a little interested, that's all. It's not every day I see someone I can't take my eyes off of.\" \n\n*Good, just a little more playing around and she'd be able to distract the guy long enough for Adam to make his way into the target's room.* \"Are you... Interested in the arts?\" *She played the part of a stricken woman trying to find a point of conversation, swaying her weight from one leg to the other periodically.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Well, Amal, I've always been interested in cooking, if that counts. My mama always emphasized the importance of good food.\"\n\n*Tony rubs the back of his neck nervously. It's clear that Amal's gotten his sole attention.*"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "\"Oh? What'd she cook? I've never really had much of an interest in cooking, but that's just cause my dad was a blacksmith, so he *Forged* Food rather than cooked it, haha~!\" *She took her hand off the handle of the door, moving to lean against its frame instead, one step inside her room.* \"Cooking's definitely an art though. I once ate the most beautiful fried pork with pasta at a tavern. My dad had cooked it before and it definitely didn't taste nearly as divine as that tavern's stuff.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Ah, the hard work of a blacksmith! I'm not sure how one forged food though.\"\n\n*As Amal steps inside her room, Tony seems to shift his foot.*\n\n\"Ah, was it carbonara? It's beautiful, the crispy pork with the soft sauce and tender noodles! It's always made best by the grandmother, who then passes it down to the mother, and so on.\""
}
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{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*Adam seems to have a sudden burst of energy. An impatient one, his hand gently putting his lock picks away and instead moving to his weapon. Stepping into the hallway, he silently approaches the two. Clearly nodding to Amal to signal a sneak attack. He begins whirling around his Kusarigama, throwing it quickly at the Merc. A second attack made quite easily, slashing the Merc twice.*\n\n*A great surprise attack, hopefully leaving the man reeling. Easy pickings... And yet... And yet... WHAT! THE! FUCK! Adam manges to miss his next two attacks completely. His blades flying and missing the Merc wildly. How and the actual fuck did this happen? What horrible horrible luck!*"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Having received the signal from Adam, Amalfriede moved in with almost no hesitation the moment that she saw Adam throw his blades at Tony's back. Her Shotel, stealthily hidden in the back of her dress, and her dagger, strapped to the side of her thigh, were both withdrawn as she went in for a violent plunge into Tony's upper body.*\n\n*Her hit was a success, but she found herself reeling at how Adam's blades seemed to encounter some invisible barrier given by the pasta gods, deciding to disengage and move away from Tony. Not before, of course, he could swing a fist at her, though.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "HP: 26/26\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement: 6\nAttack 1: |23|17|\nAttack 2: |0|irrelevant|\nAttack 1: |23|4|\nAttack 2: Disengage and run away."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"What the-\"\n\n*Tony quickly reacts to Adam's attack, with the second bouncing off his cuirass. However, than leaves him open to Amal's strikes, two of which cut deeply into his chest.*\n\n\"You little-\"\n\n*Tony draws his arming sword and slashes at Amal, cutting into her unarmored stomach.*\n```Amal takes 10 damage\nTony takes 21 damage```"
}
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{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*They had to settle this quick. He felt bad that Amal took the blow, but better her than him. Means he's more able to chase down Agila. He's bound to of heard the fight by now, he only hoped that when they finished off the warrior the target hadn't escaped out the window or something.*\n\n*Adam whirls his chains more, throwing a quick slash at Tony. The close corridors we're making it hard to manuever is weapon. The other end of his chain bouncing off the wall and missing.*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "HP: 23/23\nFocus: 4/4\nDefense: 13\nMovement:\nAttack 1: /21/11/ \nAttack 2: /10/8/"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*There was still work to do on the Italian bastard that stood between the pair and their target. Regardless of how hard she'd been hit with the man's sword, which had left her with a certainly painful wound in the stomach, she had ran up to Tony once again and attempted to strike him with both of her weapons. Her sword, unlucky as it was, hadn't had much blood to taste this evening, but her British awakened dagger struck true, her stab going right for the man's kidney.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "HP: 16/26\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement: 6\nAttack 1: |5|7|\nAttack 2: |15|7|"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Tony's severely injured now, and his wild flails with his sword miss, one accidentally whacking the door handle and lopping the mechanism off. His kidney is gone, and so is his other one as the kusarigama blade lodges itself inside. He falls over dead.*\n\n\"Mama mia..\"\n\n*And his body lands with a thud.*\n\n*It seems that they'll need to act quickly though. The two can hear a window being opened and the curtains being pulled down.*"
},
{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*With the Italiano defeated, Adam turns his attention to the door. Shit, he's already leaving. No time to run down the stairs, he'd likely be gone by then. They could use their own rooms to get out... Or they could just break the door down. He'll settle for the last two.*\n\n*Quickly, Adam motions to Amal, pointing at her side where the keys lay. Then back at their rooms as if to say to unlock them just in case he couldn't get the door open.*\n\n*Speaking of which, the Oni begins to ram himself into the side of the door. Breaking it down as quickly as he possibly could.*"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Friede took swift motion to open the window on her own room, which already had its door from when she was having a nice friendly chat with mister kidneyless. She was ready to chase right after the man the moment she saw a glimpse of him, unless Adam managed to get through the door by himself.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The door is no resistance as it swings right open as if it were unlocked. Which it technically was. There he was, Agila, the sharp-nosed man and currently wearing nothing but pajamas. He's poised close to the window, and he's strung the curtains to the bedpost, clear that he attempts to use it as a rope. He hasn't jumped quiet yet, but it's clear he's trying to.*"
},
{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*Gotta keep him inside. Would be big trouble if he got out and called for guards help.*\n\n*The Oni whirls his blades once more, spinning them as he aims for the man's vitals. Throwing the first, and missing, his second attack lands, cutting into his leg and holding him from the window.*\nHP: 23/23\nFocus: 2/4\nDefense: 13\nMovement:\nAttack 1: /14/~/ \nAttack 2: /23/10/"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*The moment she heard the sound of the door being blown open, there was absolutely no hesitation in Amalfriede as she sprinted to the room, her short sword and dagger drawn.\n\nThere was a ruthless slice and crunch as she stabbed the sword into his ribs and the dagger into his neck.* \"WOOH, that's a double kill!\""
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "HP: 16/26\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 1/4\n\nMovement: 6\nAttack 1: |22|8|\nAttack 2: |22|7|"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Agila is for certain, dead. There's no chance of him living this.*\n\n*However, there was something that could be considered. What if such an important figure was brought back to life?*\n\n*To figure out how to bypass this, look at the Resurrection spell in the grimoire.*"
},
{
"author": "Adam Ur'Song",
"message": "*Finally, it seemed to be over. The fighting anyways... What was left was to take care of the body. Adam knew little about magic though... About what it's abilities could manage for a man of the dead. So what to do but burn his body and eliminate all traces. It always seemed to work for him.*\n\n*Adam stands idly for a moment, recomposing himself. Walking over to the corpse as he pulls the blade from his leg, wrapping it up and hanging it off.His belt. He looks to Amal, giving her a thumbs up, and although she could not see, a warm smile would lay on his lips.*\n\n*He points to the bed in the room, then at Amal, as if telling her to rest. The Oni himself then peers out the window, watching for any witnesses or.Guard patrols. They'd likely need to bring the body somewhere disclosed to burn it without attention. Maybe the boss could help with that.*"
}
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{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"Oh, it is an honour to employ you, my lady!\"\n*The merchant would delight between belaboured slaps of his reigns, his humble donkeys protesting quietly as they hobbled down the forested path - the solemn gates of Salvainia looming above the canopy. He was a small, ruddy gentleman of Macen descent, draped in expensive robes and accessories. His cart was decidedly less adorned, only the cargo glittering in any form.*\n\"Heh, ya' don't need to be so formal, mister. You might've heard my name, but I ain't nothin' more than a merc.\"\n*His hired guard chuckled with a smirk on her pale face, her crimson eyes flicking up to the tree cover above. She reclined in the space just behind the driver's seat of the wagon, gripping her katana loosely as her wakizashi tapped against her hip. Her tatami maille hugged her curves tight, the small pauldrons covered by a black cloth scarf.*\n\"Oh, you are far too humble, dear lady! No tradesman worth his salt would pass up this opportunity. I am entirely secure today, and I have you to thank for it!\"\n*The gentleman's lavish praise, unfortunately, was not from gratitude alone - clear from the edge in his voice and the creeping speed of his cart. Though Taito was indeed a reputable bodyguard, the rumours of her origins had spread even to the Salvainian lands...*"
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Hikari had only just been out of town, returning from another little job with a few more coins in their pocket and a spring in their step. Life really was starting to look up a little, wasn't it? After leaving their precious little New Sunlight, getting a sense of actually just... Living life as they were meant to and advancing the career they'd always wanted, they'd felt like that insurmountable hill they'd created for themselves through the congealed blood of their own self flagellation was beginning to disappear at long last...*\n\n*...And it only got better after seeing a caravan with another Keguntan resident as the guards... Perhaps normally Hikari would've passed it by, but well... Samurai. Those arrogant, pesky bastards who believed themselves above the local populace because they could wield a sword real well, and for all their \"Honour\" Were the first to stab backs and plot against their kin when it was needed.*\n\n*Showing up a samurai sounded amazing.*\n\n*Appearing to continue to walk, before dipping into an alleyway to cast a quick facial disguise on themselves and remove their vulpine features, checking their clothes so that it was nothing like their usual gear... Thank the gods it was nothing remarkable, easily forgotten stuff... And concealing their Keguntan weaponry with various wraps and/or under their clothes, only leaving the Shotel they'd come to love, they decided to watch the caravan further and gauge the situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"My lady, I ask this not to be rude... But...\"\n*The merchant began with a waver in his voice, Taito's expression hardening at this change in tone - her eyes turning full crimson for a moment as she watched him a moment. Will he ask? Will he dare ask? Few have, even while dead drunk, about the rumours of vampirism. Whether it was in her first years in Ramul Ta, still wild and bloodthirsty as she preyed on whoever was weak enough to fall under her, or more recently. But she was older now, wiser... Wise enough to know when someone was stalking them. Odd stares were normal, but a few sets of eyes had been far more interested in their cargo. Not that she blamed them, the squat fool had exposed his treasures on purpose. The samurai knew not who, but expected someone to make a move.*"
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*But... What?*\n\n*Never mind. If they wanted anything out of this caravan, they'd need to act fast or else the merchant would be gone in a blink. They could hitch a ride, somehow... A few more naive sorts were all too willing to allow anyone to hitchhike and it would be a good plan... But Hikari didn't like the idea of actually hurting anyone that badly. This was merely a show of skill, perhaps an act of petty spite. Nothing of real value would be taken, just enough to flex their abilities. It wasn't a real robbery to them, and nothing that they actually fancied putting people to knife point over. Besides... What kind of trained shinobi resorts to such brutish tactics?*\n\n*Ah, damn. Here's to hoping the good old charming route works. Northerners like Hikari were known to have a natural allure to them that subtly encouraged folks to work in their favour... Hikari gave themselves their Northerner heritage back before removing the hood and adjusting their clothes to look more trustworthy, walking towards the caravan and waving.*\n\n\"Hi! Excuse me!\"\n\n*A Keguntan lilt was slathered over their tone: weathered over time thanks to Hikari's lengthy stay in Salvania, but unmistakably there.*\n\n\"Sir, I am terribly sorry, but you wouldn't happen to be travelling anywhere close to the town of Rawathi, would you? Apologies, it's just that I need to visit a friend of mine there, and renting a horse for an entire week would be a big ask, and costly...\"\n\n*Hikari made a big show of being some poor, hard-done-by girl who had been through **Unknown** Issues and was in a bit of a bad spot right now. The lie was a little farfetched (the town doesn't exist, \"Visiting friends\" Isn't the most convincing of lies, so on and so forth) but hey... The man was obviously not the most worldly what with his show of money. As long as he was convinced, ~~or perhaps was a bit of an Oriate lover,~~ who gives a damn about the guard? He called the shots.*"
}
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{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"Ah, young lady!~ I-I have no qualms with this, but...\"\n*The merchant would fall for her act hook, line and sinker; most Salvainian having both reverence for the Runran republicans and a fascination with the Oriates - though Taito figured it was not an innocent interest, in this fellow's case. As he trailed off, his blush faded as he turned to his bodyguard nervously, as if for approval. The samurai raised a brow to this, her eyes flashing crimson subtly as she rolled them, leaning forward and sizing up the young woman. A sly smirk reached her lips, as she clicked her tongue and muttered something in ancient Runran.*\n**\"Thou shalt have passage, but thine intentions may be foul. Know this, Oriate. Only a fool wouldst cross with a blade as old as mine...\"**\n\"Sure, kid. Hop in. If tha' boss is fine with it, I can't say no.\"\n*Her sharp, refined accent would drop the moment she spoke in the common tongue once more, masked with a country Salvainian contralto. Her smirk faded as she lay back in the wagon, watching for her next move. She'd been in this business too long to drop her suspicions at such a request - at the very least, seeing how the Oriate would react to her mother tongue would amuse her enough to make this worth it.*"
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Hells yes. The merchant actually fell for that!?... They wouldn't have to do any special errands, would they...?*\n\n*The shinobi paused for a moment, then retorted in their own Runran, albeit a much more modern dialect.*\n\n**\"I only need a temporary lift, miss, I promise you, I'll be gone as soon as possible.\"**\n\n*Hikari continued to milk the cutesy stereotype of Northerners for as long as they could, adding a playful little smirk to the end of it. They could now start to believe that it was this easy, what with the samurai being the real rock in their way...*\n\n*For now, they sat next to the samurai... Hikari paused for a moment and looked at the woman some more. Kid...? They looked younger than her-*\n\n*...Ah... **Ah.***\n\nAhhh...\n\n*This was going to be an interesting ride.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"You know where Rawathi is, right boss?\"\n*Taito would address her employer with a cold, almost haughty tone, the question of who was in charge here growing ever tenuous. The merchant shivered, nodding quickly and assuring her*\n\"O-of course, of course my lady! It isn't too far from the Sepduan capitol. We'll be there in no time - are you comfortable, young madam?\"\n*His attention turned to their new companion, his eyes all over her for a moment - before darting away as he felt the samurai's glare dig into his back. Taito would chuckle again, this time far warmer, raising one knee to her stomach as she stretched the other leg, her hands resting on the handles of her blades. Casting a bemused expression on Hikari, again her eyes flitting crimson, she continued*\n\"Never got your name, kid. At least, whatever name you wanna tell foreigners. I know anyone outside of Runran has trouble with native titles.\""
}
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{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Holy shit, he's going through with it. Hikari blushed a little, their body being enjoyed certainly not getting past them. It was something they'd enjoyed in both forms: their female form had its flaws but they still ultimately enjoyed the body's curves, they just wish it had less of a **Cute** Demeanour, and their male form had an athletic, toned body and a charm of boyish beauty. They'd been called a \"Pretty boy\" Many, many times.*\n\n*For now, that cuteness would have to be played up as much as possible. Said \"Kid\" (who took a little offence, they were close to being 30...) smiled and tilted their head, flicking some hair out of their face.*\n\n\"My name is Sakura.\" *A generic name for a generic face, supernaturally thrown onto their usual one.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"Taito. You from the republic? You got an accent like you do.\"\n*The samurai would continue, not missing a beat as her own eyes moved all over her - though not for such dubious reasons. Hidden blades, blinding powder, hand crossbows... She couldn't see any, but they could be concealed. Her eyes flicked out the back of the cart a moment, listening out for the stamping of horses in pursuit. Nothing, at least not yet...*\n\"Sepduania's got odd sorts, so keep your wits about you. Thieves, cutthroats, taxmen... Even the odd shady merchant.\"\n*She'd slap the back of her employer with a hearty chuckle, who'd return a nervous laugh back.*\n\"Y-Yes, very good my lady!\""
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Hikari nodded.*\n\n\"Yep! Keguntan, born and raised.\"\n\n*Hikari was being examined. Hikari saw the look over their gear, which was seemingly about as mundane as it got, their Kusarigama hidden under their backpack and wrapped, and their Estoc left at home. All they carried (seemingly) was their Shotel, and a tanto.*\n\n*Hikari gauged the relationship between their newfound riding buddies.*\n\n**\"...What's your deal with him?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "Tul!Edit**\"A lecher and a swindler. I give my respect to few, and none is reserved for this swine.\"**\n*Daggers and curved blades... Not quite suspicious, but Taito knew who would have an advantage in an enclosed space like this. She unsheathed her katana slowly, resting the blunt edge on the sheath as she inspected it a moment. Expensive was one way to describe the piece, for it had clearly been reforged many a time - the telltale pock-marks of different types of metal folded into its edge, yet all held the same malevolent sheen. The black etchings along the fuller were still legible, Taito flashing it for a moment as it turned between her fingers.*\n***\"Unto you, blood. Unto us, blood. Life eternal, Undying one.\"***\n*Written in the same ancient Runran she spoke, it was a clear provocation - depending on whether 'Sakura' would put it all together.*\n\"You know much o' your roots?\"\n*She'd continue their chat in common, knowing that their driver would get all the more antsy from listening to foreign speak the whole journey.*"
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Ahhh... These woman didn't like the merchant too much either.\n\nSomehow \"Showing up the samurai\" Felt less of that. If anything, it was probably going to give them a good laugh, at the man's utter idiocy.*\n\n\"Not too much... I'm nobody particularly special, really, no blue blood.\"\n\n*It wasn't even wrong! Hikari really was from a fairly average background, if on the richer side... At least rich enough to get a passable education.*\n\n\n\n\"That blade is something else...\"\n\n*Such intricate etching... Such fine craftsmanship... Clearly weathered and beaten, but still holding an edge as if it were the finest sword in Keguntan... If it weren't for the sword being attached to the woman, and Hikari not quite wanting to steal something so brilliant, they'd totally take it.*\n\n*For now, they'd opt simply to wait for a chance to take something from the merchant. Maybe one of those trinkets on his person...*"
}
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{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Direwolf...? Sure, that works.*\n\n\"Maybe... I don't know...\"\n\n*Playing up the fear, Hikari opted to cower in the cart and pretend to eye up the situation, internally pleased that they could capitalise off the merchant's fear so easily. \n\nAgain, Taito's words meant a lot less here, it seemed. Moreso because the merchant deemed **Himself** More important, as rich children are want to do. Hikari's hands tightened around the edges of the cart, practically begging for their group to leave and make their scrounging easier.*\n\n*Worst comes to worst, they still have some decent weapons on their person... And a fleeter foot than most.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"Hmph... Alright, boss. I'll take a look. Protect the kid.\"\n*She acquiesced with a reluctance that would make any other employer cut her payment into ribbons. Luckily, their merchant was far too preoccupied with being deathly afraid to pay much heed - not that he would have brought it up, anyway. He glanced to 'Sakura' a moment, still shivering gently at the horrid thoughts swirling in his head.*\n\"Wh-what did you see? Bandits?\"\n*The samurai would ignore the pair for now, stepping out onto the driver's seat and climbing the side panel of the wagon, katana drawn as she scanned their surroundings. Seemed like nothing... Maybe the kid had gotten nervous...*\n\"I don't see anythin!' Sure you saw somethin', missy?\""
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Hikari wanted to smirk. Hikari wanted to smirk so, so badly. They were a little amazed that this plan actually worked, more of a quickly cobbled together scheme than anything resembling an articulate idea for action. But work with it they would...*\n\n*Hikari let out a quiet..*\n\n\"...Yeah, yeah I think it was bandits... Think they went that way...\"\n\n*Pointing at the direction they originally \"Saw the beast/bandit/violent entity\" From, Hikari took any chance of distraction they could to pull themselves from their seat to try to slip into the back, grabbing a dagger as they attempted to pry some cargo open (assuming they were properly shut of course).\n\nA risky, poorly thought out line of action, but such was the issue when you hadn't had proper practice in a millennium.*"
}
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{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"No bandits or direwolves, far as I can see. Boss, get us moving agai-\"\n*Taito peeked back inside the wagon, taken aback by 'Sakura' hunched over one of the crates of valuables. The merchant hadn't pulled his eyes off her, his fear slowing turning to bewilderment as he watched silently, his mouth opening and closing as his brain attempted to process the scene.*\n\"Kid... What's you plan there...?\"\n*The samurai asked, her voice low and icy as she stalked back into the wagon, her blade glinting with a malevolence that a dragon would blush at.*"
},
{
"author": "Hikari Hisakawa '",
"message": "*Hikari stood stock still as the samurai returned, staring at the woman with a steely gaze as they measured their situation... Or more accurately, how poorly they'd managed it.*\n\n*The crate wasn't opened yet, the gleaming valuables within not within eyeshot of the Kitsune quite yet... Or perhaps ever, considering they weren't able to get enough time to sift through any of the valuables. Hikari did admittedly know... A more obvious solution, but also didn't want to use it, both for fear for their own life and for not wanting to end another's. The grip around their blade tightened, as they measured up every option they had.*\n\n*Was it worth pressing their luck? Did they really want to end their own career so soon just to show up some random samurai? Originally, it seemed like something stupid and exciting to do, but perhaps they'd tested their luck a tad too much this time...*\n\n*Here goes nothing, one supposed.*\n\n\"I-I... I... I'm sorry, I just needed some... Some people have...\"\n\n*\"Sakura\" Kept stumbling over her words, \"Too panicked\" To say a straight phrase while Hikari waited for a chance to slip out and run, cut their losses and get out.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirosaki the Undying",
"message": "\"This is what I get for trusting brats...\"\n*The samurai muttered, stalking close to Hikari as her katana hissed through the air between it's edge and her neck. She hadn't quite descended on her yet, but a wrong move from the oriate would do more than provoke her. Taito had dropped the act at this point, her fangs bared in a sneer as her red eyes pulsed like bloodied organs in her skull.*\n\"Drop everything you stole, then leave now. If you do this, I may just spare your limbs...\"\n*She paused in her threats, her sinister aura fading a moment as she winked.*\n**\"Except that piece I gave you earlier. Consider it a gift, or perhaps a bribe to steer clear of my clients.\"**"
},
{
"author": "shadow_wizard69420",
"message": "*So much for an ally.*\n\n*Hikari's inner rage told them that they should try to show the woman up, or even try to beat her in a fight. Hikari knew themselves that they were competent enough to at least put up a good one, and the grip readjusted over their blade as they internally considered a throw of quicklime and a stab to the legs, but they'd bitten off more than they could chew anyway.*\n\n*Bitten. Hikari couldn't help but falter for a moment, their steeled gaze dropping as they stared a vampire, and not just one like Artoria where the vampirism was more of a minor setback, but one who'd embraced it... It could chill the spines of the most hardened fighters.*\n\n*Hikari's tongue clicked as they slowly dropped some of the trinkets they had stolen, their grip almost requiring to be pried off the items mentally, like their own knife prying the crate. No noise was made from the kitsune as they dropped their items, and attempted to step round the vampire, not taking their eyes off for a moment as they slowly slunk off.*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "Kiro:*Their gaze would be unbroken, Taito taking a solemn moment as her years of dealing with every type of deviant under the moon and sun was displayed plain in her expression. Her brow furrowed with consternation, not surprised that she had fallen for it, just sad that it had turned out this way. At least no blood would have to be spilled. Under her breath, she would mutter in a forlorn tone, the old Runran lending itself to melancholy.*\n**\"Pray tell, if it were as I thought... Your real name? I would like to know of whom has had the skill to fool me...\"**"
},
{
"author": "shadow_wizard69420",
"message": "*Hikari simply gave a little chuckle.*\n\n\"It's... It's Chiharu... I didn't think Sakura would've worked for long.\"\n\n*Hikari was still infuriated at the failure, and at themselves for reaching their neck out so much... Their eyes still reflecting that anger, their stance still cautious after the last stupid time they trusted someone pulling back at all.*\n\n*Today, they make a fool of themselves. Another day, they wouldn't prove as amateurish.*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The cleric's jubilance faded slightly, sitting beside her with a concerned expression. She gave Jace a gentle stroke, leaning in a little closer to get a good look at Juna's face.*\n\"...When was the last time you had a decent meal...?\"\n*Cecilia breathed lowly, running a couple fingers across her face and feeling her cheekbones, her eyes focused as she looked for signs of malnutrition.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Jace would lower his head as she'd stroke him, soon heading off under the table to rest at. With the Cleric concerning over her, Juna would tug at her cloak to pull it further over her head.*\"I'm... Fine...\"*She'd murmur, part of her wanting to move away from Cecilia as she'd run her her fingers along her face. Eventually she'd do just that, cutting her head away just enough to remove itself away from her touch.*\"I just thought I'd come here for... Something other than... The animals I always find in the forest...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Mm... Ok... What've you been doing in the forest?\"\n*She asked softly, resting her hands in her lap; her eyes still on Juna. Worried was an understatement, Cecilia wasn't sure what to do right now... If she let the Canifor slink off, she may not ever see her again.*\n\"How's the little one? I know you've been taking care of her...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her ears would flick beneath her cloak at the mention of her bird, for a brief moment gazing around the tavern to make sure no one was paying attention to the two of them. Cecilia was a friend, right? Surely she wouldn't do anything? Reaching for her bag that sat behind her, she would bring it to rest between them and open the top flat only slightly. The small head of the Airstrider would poke out soon followed by its quiet chirps from freedom.*\"Juniper, she's... She's doing alright... Just... The forest has been full of people with... Not the best intent with her...\"*The Canifor would explain, lowering the flap once more but allowing Juniper to keep her head poking out for the time being.*\"I already nearly lost her once to a thief...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*From excitement, to awe, to anger. Her face flashed between all these emotions as she stared at the little Juniper, glancing to Juna. Now things made sense... At least to an extent more...*\n\"That's awful! Who would try to do this...\"\n*She huffed, pouting with a thunderous expression as she folded her arms.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Some rabbit woman trying to make a quick buck from her...\"*The Canifor would explain with a bit of spite on her tongue.*\"I didn't want to bring her to the city but... I couldn't just stay in the forest either... She's growing fast, but there are predators out there as much as other people... I just... Don't know what to do...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"I... Don't know either. Sorry, Juna...\"\n*She cooed back sadly, pressing her hands to her chest, clasped together as she prayed silently. Air Striders were, of course, extremely valuable. The notice of one was sure to spread far, and unpleasant people wouldn't think twice about claiming Juniper for themselves. It was to be even more difficult in the future, as the young one grew up...*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"It's alright...\"*She murmured.*\"I still have her now and... Hopefully that will never change...\"*Juna would finally look back at Cecilia, noting her concern.*\"I'm sure we'll be fine-\"*She'd add.*\"How have you been...?\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Oh? Yeah, fine~ Just been travelling a bit, selling my potions~ Still haven't found any centaurs...\"\n*Cecilia returned, her expression brightening dimly as she forced a smile and a giggle. Juna's plight was beginning to eat at her, the last few weeks feeling like a waste in comparison. What did she have to protect? In comparison, nothing at all. Her shoulders would drop as a flash of sadness crossed her face.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Centaurs...?\"*Juna would ask her with a confused look. The Canifor had heard of them before, though never had she really seen one in person. She supposed the same must be for Cecilia, though it left her wondering why she was searching for Centaurs.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Yeah!~ It's a long story, and you might not believe me...\"\n*She sighed with a small smile her jubilance slowly returning as the topic shifted. While Juna's worries would not leave Cecilia's mind for a while, at least they could have a chat in relative peace for now.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would let out a half hearted laugh, soon trailing away in considering that maybe the lighter topic was a much better thing to discuss.*\"Well... If I'm being honest, I missed getting to eat the treats that the city has... The woman in the woods had left a piece of bread behind and... I guess I just remembered the pastries and hoped to try some again...\"*It was at least a half truth. She did miss some of the food that the city provided, especially bakeries. However, some places weren't so welcoming to animals at times. She remembered that from Mentia.*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Mmh? Oh! Then you'll like this, I think~\"\n*The cleric chirped after a moment's contemplation, opening up her bag and fishing out a paper-wrapped item, the steam wafting off the top with a sweet aroma. She offered it to Juna, beaming as she always did.*\n\"It's a sweet roll! I was gonna eat it later, but I want you to have it~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would raise as the scent met her nose, the smell coming off stronger to her than she would have realized.*\"Are... Are you sure...?\"*She'd say, looking down at the bread somewhat distractedly. How long has it been since she's had sweet bread? Probably not since visiting Mentia and even then it was such a hassle to get some.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Of course! I can buy more later~\"\n*She insisted, placing the roll on the table and giggling, fishing out a bag of dried parsnips and nibbling one quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her gaze would follow the roll as she placed it down, soon grabbing the piece of bread and biting into it. The sweet taste of filled her mouth, causing her to slump down against the booth as she tore away at the roll.*\"Thank... You...\"*She'd murmur with a full mouth, shoving the rest of the bread in her mouth to quickly eat away at it.*"
}
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128.75 | 2022-03-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"There'll be few enough people, I promise! Maybe a half dozen, and they won't bother us~\"\n*She assured her, passing through the crowds and making her way up the hill. Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, the cleric continued to lead Juna by the hand as they entered the small park. Children playing beside the old oak a few yards off the entrance, an old couple resting on one of the benches near the peak of the hill, a young man reading on the incline... Sparse indeed, just as she had said.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would keep close to Cecilia, eyeing the other people cautiously as they'd make their way up the hill. The further they got from the majority of the crowds, the more she would relax a bit and allow her ears to raise up in listening out for the people around them. It seemed relatively peaceful out here, at least with the passage of light rain. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad resting here for now.*\"Do they... Have ice cream here...?\"*She'd eventually ask Cecilia, recalling back her original offer of them getting some as she gradually became more used to the area and the few people within it.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"There should be an ice cream stand here, the guy who runs it let me trade one for one of my potions last time~\"\n*Cecilia replied, the lilt in her voice partly from surprise as she recalled why she was in the park today, a nervous laugh following close behind. They'd continue to stroll down the path, the cleric keeping an eye out for the stand in question, checking that Juna was keeping up every now and then.*\n\"Well, feeling any better? Much calmer than the tavern, I think~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Ice cream for... A potion...?\"*She supposed potions were profitable enough to make a decent trade for just some ice cream, but still, it seemed pretty odd in her eyes. The Canifor would follow Cecilia's gaze in looking for the stand, only finding herself averting from it whenever she'd look back at her. Being asked if she felt better, Juna would slowly slide her bag back over her shoulder so that it rested on her back, deciding to at least take that much risk with Juniper still being near her.*\"Yes I... It's... Pretty nice... Out here...\"*She'd say quietly, her cloak would lower her shoulders allowing her to drink in the warm spring air. She could always enjoy spring especially after something as harsh as winter.*"
}
] | 123.5 | 515 |
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Ok~ Vanilla and a cherry one please~\"\n*She'd chirp back to the vendor, the gentleman sighing and nodding as he prepared the cones. After a moment or two, Cecilia would offer Juna one of the cones, the fluffy white cream glistening in the summer heat.*\n\"It's hot today, so try to not let it melt! But don't eat too fast... I learnt that the hard way...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would take the cone in her hand, tilting her head at it in a seeming sense of unfamiliarity while Cecilia would explain how she should not eat it too slow or too fast for that matter. She'd lick at the cream, the flourishing sugar meeting her tongue to her satisfaction.*\"What happens... If you eat it too fast...?\"*She'd ask, one thing she didn't learn in her childhood. The Canifor would continue licking the ice cream, trying to do so slowly so for whatever impending thing that may happen if she went too fast.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Have you ever drank something with ice in it too fast? All the cold feeling rushes to your head and it hurts a lot...\"\n*She cooed sadly as she did the same, recalling the first time she had an ice cream - and had taken a massive bite out of it in front of the vendor. Needless to say, she wasn't keen on doing that again, or inflicting that on her friend. The cleric motioned for Juna to follow, the pair making their way over to a bench not far from the stand.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would stare at her blankly while giving a flick of her ears at the question, suggesting she didn't know what she was trying to get at. She never really favored cold things, though this treat felt pretty nice. The mention of cold rushing to her head however, did leave a feeling of uncertainty through her as she'd find herself eating it much slower. The Canifor would follow after Cecilia in her gestures for her to join her at the bench, soon taking a seat at it and allowing her tail to curl around over her own lap.*\"I don't know if... I'll be able to finish it before it melts...\"*She'd say quietly with her progress deterred.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Oh, that's fine~ It's a snack anyway, so it's not a big deal.\"\n*Cecilia giggled back, settling beside Juna on the bench, staring out at the view over the city with a rare moment of calm.*\n\"This place reminds me how small I am, and how big the world is... Lots to explore, and all of it worth far more than little old me...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*For the time being, most of Juna's focus had been on the cone she was eating, only to look back at Cecilia at her pointing out how small she was in the world.*\"I think that...\"*She'd begin.*\"The city makes me... Feel out of place...\"*Her ears would lower on her head briefly.*\"It was never like this growing up, but now... Things just feel much more different... Well... A little different anyways... Some things never really change...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Maybe it's just peeling back the veil, y'know? Starting to understand the true nature of things, minus the stuff you thought was a kid.\"\n*She suggested, taking a small bite out of the cone as she met Juna's gaze, shrugging briefly.*\n\"I'm not a scholar, this stuff is too complicated for me...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah...\"*Juna would quietly agree, leaning back on the bench as she continued licking at the cone with little progress being made to it.*\"Are you planning on staying in Salvania...?\"*She would ask her.*\"It's... Quite a walk from here to Lymia...\""
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"For a short spell, I think... It's nice in the summer, but it gets kinda boring during the colder seasons~ You'll be heading back into those forests, huh...?\"\n*The cleric stared at Juna for a few long moments, wearing a complex mask of concern and sympathy as she kicked her legs slowly, leaning back and closer to the Canifor.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would sit in silence for a while. She knew she didn't have much else to go when she trusted few and worried of the most.*\"The forests will be plentiful this spring...\"*She'd eventually answer.*\"It's probably for the best that I do return there...\"*The Canifor didn't face Cecilia, instead shifting away to look at the rest of the park, her ice cream left forgotten in her hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"...When do you plan to stop? I-I know why, and I think it's ok, just... It'd be lonely for you...\"\n*She cooed back, her voice quietening as a nervous quiver rose below her words.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her ears would turn to the side, almost confused at her question.*\"Stop...?\"*She'd ask her, repeating back her words with more confusion. Did she think she'd just simply stop living out in the forest some day?*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Sorry, I know it's a weird question... I just- I left my home, the only thing I knew. It was scary, but I've learnt more than I would have if I'd come back and forth, like an anchor.\nI-It's not important, sorry...\"\nFumbling over her words, her face a bright cherry to match her hair, the cleric shied away from Juna in her embarrassment. 'That was very rude of me' she thought...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would give a light dip of her head, Cecilia seemingly being more concerned for her than the Canifor would have originally thought.*\"I...\"*She began not really sure what to say to answer her question while also not disappointing her.*\"I'll... Try to visit the city more around summer... Maybe...\"*She'd say, trying not to give so much hope. Even now she worried how her Airstrider was doing, but she could never simply let her roam free with the knowledge of how expensive the bird was now. She was only bound to draw more attention to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"As long as I get to see you again, Juna...~\"\n*She stifled a sniffle, forcing a happy smile and giggling sadly. She quickly turned to panic as she noticed the cone, pointing and yelping.*\n\"Juna! Your ice cream, you'll get it on your clothes!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would suddenly look down in time to see the ice cream dripping down towards her, quickly having to lick at it before it continue to drip all over her hand. It was pretty futile, but still she tried up until she eventually had to stand up to avoid it falling on her clothes.*\"I... Guess it's already melting-\"*She'd say.*"
}
] | 74.5 | 626 |
78.5 | 2022-03-26 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The cleric made a panicked noise, hurriedly producing a handkerchief and offering it to Juna, having already finished her ice cream and taking small bites out of the cone.*\n\"Sorry... Distracted you from that...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would take the handkerchief, wiping at her arm to spare her clothing of the melting ice cream.*\"It's... Okay...\"*She'd say, lowering the handkerchief onto her lap before eventually taking a bite of the cone that remained.*\"At least the cone doesn't melt... Right...?\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Of course not, silly! It's not made of ice cream~\"\n*She giggled softly, wondering for a moment if that was a joke - deciding to leave that vague before she caused any offence. Rising from her seat as well, Cecilia finished off her cone and glanced to Juna expectantly, smiling briefly.*\n\"I enjoyed this... It was nice seeing you again, Juna~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would eat at the cone, now at a slower pace in knowing it wasn't going anywhere. Shoving the last bit of the cone in her mouth, she would use her now free hand to grab her bag and pull it close to her.*\"It was... Nice seeing you too... I guess... Whenever I return in summer... Juniper might become a bit too big for the bag... So... You'll get to see her more...\"*She'd say, her tone carrying a more troubled sound than particularly excited at the thought of her bird traveling out in the open.*"
}
] | 74 | 314 |
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would make his way down the main road of the city, after having recently left the shopping district in grabbing some final supplies and weaponry to prepare for their eventual departure. With it now being a straight shot to the island they were heading off towards, there was no telling what they'd encounter from there. Fortunately enough, they had until the ship ride to truly worry about that, but the Elf liked to keep himself prepared nonetheless. \n\nPassing by the diminishing crowds of people, Terrel would finally make his way out of the worst of the daily rush, at least glad that the weather provided some relief in the heat of how many people roamed the city during this time. In his hand was a small pouch filled with berries, to which he'd promptly open up and raise it to his shoulder to attract the small bird living in his hair to come and sit on it. The Furrow would appear at his shoulder, soon grabbing the berry away from him as he'd scarf down on it while the Elf walked.*\"Enjoy it while you can now Tzu. It'll be back to traveling for us soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "*God bloody damn it.*\n\n*Another contract eluding, thanks to some idiot managing to spot her at just the wrong time. Ostensibly, Katya's job was simple. It was just a couple of femur breaks, but no... Nobody ever tells her what sort of security they have or that they have some major eyes behind their back, do they?*\n\n*The man ran unusually warm, so Katya's thermal vision was currently in use, her eyes peering through the crowds as she noticed one man in particular, feeding some weird bird thing... Whatever it was, Katya was sure she knew the name somewhere but language was never her strong suit.*\n\n*(For now, I'll give you a chance to do smth and if you dunno what to do tell me aight?) Katya simply pushed past Terrel in the group.*\n\n\"Comin' through. Watch it.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*His Furrow would let out a startled chirp as the bird found himself having to cling to the Elf's shoulder in an attempt to not fall off him from the woman suddenly brushing by. Terrel would hold his hand up to the bird to stop him from completely falling over, soon turning his gaze towards Katya.\n\nIn a single swift motion, he'd grab at her arm and would tug her back, most other options likely leading to the crowd of people getting in the way of him as he'd stare down at her.*\"Seems like it isn't the crowd who needs to pay attention to where they're going.\"*He'd say in a low tone as if to keep the simple words between the two of them. Eventually he'd move his hand away from her to pet at his bird, adding on:*\"Nearly knocked Tzu here off.\"*Though his tone carried annoyance, it was much softer than one would envision of something malicious coming from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "*Only a deathly glare was received by the pig man. Who was this guy to stop her from reaching her damn target!? This asshole.*\n\n*Katya pulled her arm away from Terrel.*\n\n\"Goddamn it... Did you stop me just to give me some morals talk?\"\n\n*Katya took a quick glance every now and then at the crowd again, hands tensing up.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well it was that or tripping you in the process of you bumping into me, but I figured having you get stepped on by the amount of people here would just be too cruel to make a point.\"*The Elf would say with a much calmer demeanor.*\"Given you definitely gave my bird his own scare.\"*He would stop patting Tzu, allowing the bird to climb back into the safety that was his hair.*\n\n\"Where are you going in such a rush anyways?\"*He'd question her, making note of her tension with each moment that passed.*\"Running away from the guards or something?\"*While it came out as a joke, Terrel knew it wasn't the most slim chance of it being true. Then again, there was also the possibility of her chasing after something, though with that much tunnel vision, it was a wonder of how she'd plan to do that.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "*What the fuck was this guy on about? A tut and a sneer, with rolled eyes ensued.*\n\n\"Bloody hell. Can you **Please**... Move?\"\n\n*Katya continued scouting the crowds until the target disappeared.*\n\n\"...Never mind, he's *Gone...* Great.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Gone, it seemed. So she was following after someone.*\"Chasing someone down, I'm assuming?\"*The Elf would question, holding back a chuckle.*\"Not going to catch up to anyone by pissing off every person you walk by, I can tell you that.\"*The Elf would say. It wasn't like forcing ones way through things made them any easier. In fact, it probably made things harder in comparison.*"
}
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{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Usually I'm not bumping into people like you. Usually...\"\n\n*Katya tutted again. The hunt would have to wait another day, it seemed, and instead of tracking down and... \"Dealing with\" Her client's loanee, she'd have to spend time talking to a maniac with a pig mask.*\n\n*What joy!*\n\n\"I was. Some addict refusing to pay back money he asked for to get more dope... Probably off stuffing his body with more of the crap as we speak.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You should try your luck in a more dangerous space and see how that works out. Might just get away without being pickpocketed.\"*The Elf would jab before allowing his arms to slide back into the folds of his cloak in the more passive way he typically kept them.*\"If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure that guy will probably kill himself with that addiction. Only a matter of finding the body and figuring out what worth you can get out of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "*Although her steely gaze only continued for the first two sentences, it loosened for the point of the corpse. The pig man was more intelligent than first assumed.*\n\n\"I suppose... Why ya saying this...?\"\n\n*Value of the body. Katya needed blood as always, and a druggie's corpse was decent nutrition even if it tasted like piss.*\n\n*Katya's stance was never lax, always a hand near one of her (well hidden) weapons, she kept her hefty things for the big fights, the real rough and tough folks, and her footwork was always ready to jump into combat if needed.\n\nTerrel wasn't to be trusted in her eyes, and she was all too willing to scrap if it meant her survival. ~~Yes, Terrel would win, Katya doesn't know that.~~*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I taken you for someone naturally haughty, but if you're really just chasing someone down for what they owe, I can see the annoyance of losing a catch.\"*The Elf would answer rather bluntly.*\"Lets just say I've lost a few in my own work as well. Mostly situational with what I had to work with, but it never really helps.\"\n\n*He'd look her over, though half of his expression being hidden by the mask, the other half was a clearly visible sense of neutralness. Maybe this was a common occurrence for him, maybe not.*\"Relax.\"*He'd say casually as if her posture alone gave off whatever discomfort was preventing her letting go of the tension.*\"I'm not planning on robbing you any more than I already have.\""
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Mmhmm.\"\n\n*Some sort of mercenary. You know what? It didn't even surprise her. The weirdos always turn out to be the most skilled mercenaries.*\n\n*Katya didn't dare to actually loosen her guard, but did attempt to loosen her arms and shoulders a little. If anything, Terrel's little quips only made her more paranoid, but she wasn't going to show it.*\n\n\"Alright. I'm relaxed. As much as I can be in this gods forsaken crowd... And don't rub it in my face...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would open his mouth as if he were doing to do just that, only for Katya to beat him to it which only caused him to shut his mouth once more. After a moments' pause to think, he'd eventually speak again.*\n\n\"Tavern sound like a better space? May not be as crowded with everyone taking to the streets at this time.\"*The Elf would suggest to her. Or was it more of an offer? Either way, it was an idea for now. Whether she chose to take it or not was on her.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Ahh, it works.\"\n\n*Katya smirked at both her ability to predict exactly what Terrel planned to do, and at the proposition of a place to get some food and drink.*\n\n*Terrel was quite the little gadfly, wasn't he? Not the most pleasant, ~~hypocrisy I know~~ but she couldn't help but be surprised. It even made her feel almost comfortable about her slowly building up \"Thirst\", which was threatening to force her to crack open the canteen...*\n\n*The blood called her...*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would tilt his head in the direction of the tavern, continuing along the main road with the assumption of her following. It seemed like her mood shifted rather quickly to idea of heading to a tavern which he'll take as a good thing for the time being.*\n\n\"You typically chase people around Salvania or have you been hunting them down across all the countries?\"*He'd ask her in making his way to the door and holding it open while he'd wait for her to enter inside.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Buddy. Pal. Chum.\"\n\n*Katya smirked and gave Terrel a sharp glance to the side: not of true malice, but more cheekily.*\n\n\"You know many druggies who waltz all over Ramul Ta? Unless they're smuggling that -\"\n\n*Katya smiled warmly for the first time... Truth be told, she was actually a little touched by the gesture of holding the door open. It was minor to most people, but a life of being a glorified slave and then a brute for hire tended to erode one's... Expectations of others. Taking the door and pushing it open herself, she seemed almost... Taken aback.*\n\n\"Aren't you a gentleman?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I make an effort in not knowing.\"*Terrel would say to answer her question, his tone carrying lower than he typically spoke as if he were saying it half to himself. There were some things he kept out of association with, but they still happened either way which only caused him to shrug off the thought as she presented it.\n\nIn being asked if he was a gentlemen, he'd respond back with:*\"I know how to be one, but that doesn't mean I am now does it?\"*The Elf would question it right back towards her in a teasing tone while holding out his hand to her. There could be some truth behind the words, just knowing how to be something doesn't automatically mean you are, right?*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Hah! Digging your grave there, aren't you?\"\n\n*Opening the door and enjoying this newfound gentlemanliness, Katya raised her arm, inviting Terrel to do the whole... Ordering thing, a grin on her face. Damn, if this man really is gonna be this kind, he can't back out now...*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd move his hand away, a smirk forming on his face in not taking the invitation.*\"Wouldn't rather anyone else to.\"*The Elf would simply gesture for her to follow him, the door left abandoned the moment she came inside. It was better to keep her on her toes. One should never grow too comfortable with someone they just met. Heading further inside, the Elf would find a booth for them to sit in, waiting for her to join him before he'd make a move to sit down. Perhaps there was some gentleman in him or maybe it was simply selective.*"
}
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