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149 | 2021-02-06 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan followed right behind her. Looking at the bunny thief up and down.* \n\n\"You look familiar - Didn't I see you the first time I was here?\""
},
{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*Well, to say the least, she was fucked.*\n\n*She had been able to escape the Blooming Lotus several times before. Each time, that silver haired okamimi foolishly tried to chase her. As if she ever could catch up. However, it seems that today was a unlucky one. Three adventurers, one of which she recognized, and one other she's sworn she's seen before. There was no escaping now; the woman grabbing her was far too strong for her to escape, and her center of gravity was being held as well.*\n\n*What scared her most though, was the absolutely furious Tian Hua. Her gold and azure eyes, normally which shined like gemstones, now blazed in bright fire. Auburn's voice is squeaky and timid, her eyes wide in fear.*\n\n\"Hi Almann...\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"There you are you little bitch. Not so smug now huh?\"\n\n*Hu Lang lets the metal structure of the staff fall into her palm again and again. It's obvious that the restaurant owner was planning something that was not so nice.*\n\n\"Hana! Get me some rope.\"\n\n*One of the servants tosses her some silk rope.*\n\n\"You and I are going to have a little talk.\"\n\n*The oriate soon turns to the three, the fire in her eyes dying down. It's soon replaced by a gleeful smile, and a bow.*\n\n\"Thank you so much Sirdan-san, Katherine-san, Almann-san! Today is free for this thanks.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Huh? Almann, you know this thief?\"\n\n*Katherine's just holding up the rabbit, named Auburn, in the air. For some reason she wasn't struggling. Good. She sets her down, letting Hu Lang tie her hands behind her back.*\n\n\"Good shot on that Force Blast, Sirdan!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Ah. No problem. I was really worried. If I missed I would've caused a few hundred silver of property damage...\" \n\n*He turned toward Tian Hua.* \n\n\"Just how much has this bunny stolen from you?\"\n\n*He grinned back at Katherine,*\"We should get back to our food and chat after this, should we?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann laughed._\n\n\"Yeah, she tried to steal from my store once, booked it down the street and ended up tripping and almost breaking her neck. No doubt she's been doing this ever since. Last time I made a deal with the guards and she only did some charity work for the day. That was back in Siui, I don't have those types of connections here.\"\n\n_Salvania was a much bigger animal than Siui. The politics are bigger, the officials more clever, and many of the guards more honour-bound than back at home. There was so many people to meet and sway and so little time to do it all. Hopefully this wont be as difficult now that Almann had an officer position in New Sunlight._\n\n\"I pity her, really. Hu Lang, though very hospitable, seems to be the more merciless type when it comes to thieves. Not that that's a particularly bad thing. Her speed would be much better suited to New Sunlight than petty thievery, hopefully she can be talked into a better occupation.\"\n\n_Almann then began to think about his own future._\n\n_The next rank he'd apply for is 3rd Grade Officer, he had a particular interest in becoming a purser of the guild. Of course, Almann would have to continue his work as a non-logistics officer first. Finding allies was important as well. He was acquainted with a few of the better known members of the guild already, but wanted to focus on two leaders in particular:_\n\n_Algar Dy'uum and Marco Redfoot. Algar would help him improve his craft to new heights, give him connections to other craftsmen, and allow people dependent on his skills as a blacksmith here in Salvainia. Marco was perhaps even more important, and much like Almann himself he was very shrewd with how he conducted business. The intelligence officer was extremely important for all things quest related, and no doubt Marco would know every single one of the goings on of the guild and surrounded city, or so the rumours would lead Almann to believe._"
}
] | 102 | 894 |
126.666667 | 2021-02-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah, it would be a shame to go to waste. And then you can have your time with Tian here.\"\n\n*The macen walks back towards her spot, resuming her meal.*\n\n\"So what is it about her, Sirdan?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Quite a bit. Several times, I've run out of fresh pastries to serve because of this rascal.\"\n\n*By the time she's done, Auburn's being held in a quite uncomfortable way. Her hands are tied behind her back along with her forearms, and a rope is around her mouth, preventing her from talking. Her legs are completely bound together, not letting any movement occur, and her ankles are tied to her hands, creating a sort of rope handle. Hu Lang picks up said handle, the rabbit now suspended in the air.*\n\n\"You know, wolves and tigers eat rabbits. Prepare for the worst.\"\n\n*Hu Lang walks back upstairs, bringing Auburn to who knows what.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmph. So it appears this bunny thief is a famous international criminal.\" *He rested his head on his chin, deep in thought,*\"To think a bunny will be stealing in Ainakil and then move all the way to Salvainia to steal... Bread. Were you living in Ainakil?\" \n\n*To him, the coincidence is just too much to bear. At least it will make more sense if both of them were in the Capital.* \n\n\"I suppose some people are born with the ability to change the world, and others decide to steal bread. As for her punishment. She is lucky, at least she's keeping her own hand, is she not?\" \n\n*Sirdan's ears twitched a bit at Hu Lang's lines.* \n\n\"...The hell Hu Lang's doing. But anyway, did I mention someone else, her? I also recall you talking about something interesting... But I don't recall it properly.\""
}
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71.75 | 2021-02-08 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...Right, you said you are not retiring till you find your beloved. And I recall that Roderick bastard saying something along the line?\" \n\n*Sirdan wondered if he was prying too much.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The vampire rolls her eyes under her visor, not that Sirdan can see them.*\n\n\"It's obvious you're chasing after the wolf, Sirdan.\"\n\n*Katherine's mouth opens agape once she hears the mention of her beloved. That was her plan, at least. But now she wasn't even sure...*\n\n\"I-I don't know...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...I could never tell if she was a wolf or a kitsune.\" \n\n*He giggled.* \n\n\"Just don't tell her about that. But... May I know more? I might be someone you can confess in. Though I don't look the part.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann nods._\n\n\"I still am to an extent. That's where most of my business is and where those who I would call my family live...\"\n\n_As the conversation goes on about Katherine's beloved, Almann struggles to keep himself from prying further, eager to know who exactly this person is, and perhaps he can help. Favors are always useful._\n\n\"...And as for your beloved Katherine, if you describe him and the situation perhaps I can keep an ear out. As it turns out I've got pretty good hearing, and can pick up on any rumours if you'd like.\""
}
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70.857143 | 2021-02-09 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"I think... I would like to talk to Sirdan first.\"\n\n*That wasn't the only reason why she didn't want to describe him. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she could barely remember his face. Every time she tried to recall it, it looked just a little different, the only thing staying the same being his bright blue eyes and golden hair, along with the little marks he had copied from her. Katherine simply couldn't bring herself to come to the realization.*\n\n\"Where should we talk? Do you think Hu Lang will give us a space?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann simply nods and shrugs_\n\n\"I'm sure you have your reasons.\"\n\n_He turns his attention more to what's happening to Auburn behind the scenes, trying to listen into the other rooms and pinpoint their conversation. Maybe he'd get a good laugh out of that. It would at the very least be entertaining._"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan nodded.* \n\n\"I'll talk a bit with Katherine in private, you investigate the bunny thief and tell us what you find, alright?\" *He chuckled, pointing at the place he thought Auburn was taken to,*\"Hu Lang is busy right now, let's talk in that private suite.\" \n\n*The elf stood up and beckoned Katherine away.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*As Almann focuses on his hearing, he soon hears what seems like a muffled scream, soon followed with what sounds like a whipcrack, and yet another scream.*\n\n*\"Yeah, that will teach you, won't it?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The vampire nods, following the elf.*\n\n\"Alright.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann looks for a table closer to the sound so he can hone in a bit better. It did sound like Hu Lang was being merciless. Perhaps pain would teach Auburn not to steal? Nonetheless he didn't feel like intervening if the punishment was a few lashes. She's lucky she didn't lose a hand._\n\n_When he finds the table he simply takes out a pipe and begins to smoke with his eyes closed. Hopefully now he could hear them better._"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan brought Katherine to a comfy suite in the side, but not before he finished the last bit of food.* \n\n\"Sorry, just not a thing to waste food in my home country.\" \n\n*He sat down on a comfortable coach, and then turned to her, smiling. The scream startled Sirdan a bit.* \n\n\"...She must be really angry about her pastries.\"\n\n\"Do you mind telling me more about it?\""
}
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132.25 | 2021-02-10 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*All Almann would hear would be some more whipping and screaming. It doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon... In fact, they only get louder.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah, of course.\"\n\n*Katherine sits down with the steppe elf, turning slightly once she hears the muffled screams.*\n\n\"I do hope that she's ok, even if she *Is* A criminal.\"\n\n\"Aleksander had left saying that he was going to search for a stable income. We were on the run for a bit, so he wanted me to go to New Sunlight, where it would be safe.\"\n\n*The vampire brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, looking at Sirdan with a solemn expression.*\n\n\"But it's been... Over 6 months now. And I've heard nothing from him. It's been so long, I'm starting to wonder if he's ever going to come back.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann continues to smoke his pipe and tap his fingers. It's a hard lesson to learn for sure, and considering this isn't the first time she's done it the punishment seems fit. He might actually have to take Auburn to a clinic after if Hu Lang continues at this rate._\n\n_Ultimately this is Hu Lang's business, she can dispose of criminals how she sees fit. It isn't his place to interrupt, though Almann's method might've been a little less drawn out. In all honesty a multiple time thief would had their hand or fingers removed by Almann before he beat the criminality out of them. Swift and concise punishment is more his forte._\n\n_Almann was right on being weary of Hu Lang, the woman is brutal when it counts. Oriates tend to have that deceptive innocent and hospital look to them and then become more fierce than an ursine in a split second. They are harder to read, are more affluent in magic, and exceptionally intelligent. There weren't too many races out there that scared Almann, but Oriates were one of them. Hu Lang just solidifies this view more._"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Eh... Frontier justice aye.\" *Sirdan said, looking at the source of the noises.* \n\n\"But this is middle of Salvainia. Ah well, I don't think anyone's going to court over a bunny being whipped for thievery. They tend to chop hands off for that.\" \n\n*He held his hands together, looking back at Katherine.* \n\n\"Did he say much about what he was really looking for? Leave any contact? It feels... Strange. For someone to leave this way and never come back. He is your fiancee, is he not?\""
}
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141.166667 | 2021-02-11 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"It was... I don't remember. It was a job, or work, I can't remember what. I haven't heard from him ever since, and today's encounter is the only time I've received any kind of news from him.\"\n\n\"He is my fiancé. We had planned on getting married in the fall, but... Yeah.\"\n\n*Katherine wipes her eyes under her visor, her fingertips coming out wet.*\n\n\"I've wanted to save removing my vampirism with him. Celebrate it together. But it seems like I'll have to do it alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"It is interesting what the Roderick person knows.\" *Sirdan held his hands together, in thought about what he says.*\n\n\"I think he know something. But he is dead, and seems quite intent on just teasing you.\" \n\n*Sirdan shook his head.*\n\n\"Remove your vampirism now, Katherine. It makes no sense to wait - if you hate it so much, so it now.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah. I can't wait anymore.\"\n\n\"What I really want to know is... What do I do? I just feel so alone without him.\"\n\n*Katherine removes her ring, placing it in her palm and looking at it. The gold was engraved with almost glowing runes, but it looks like it's been faded.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*All three of the New Sunlight members keep hearing screaming and whipping. It seems like Hu Lang's been going at this for a while now. Almost too long.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan leaned forward, looking at the glowing runes.* \n\n\"You've... Answered that question, have you not?\" *He paused a bit, looking at Katherine.* \n\n\"It is too much for you to bear already - he's gone, and you don't see any hope in it. If you do not mind a bit of truism..\" *Sirdan paused again, staring at Katherine's eyes, as if to tell her he will say something big next.*\n\n\"He's either dead or alive, right?\" *And thus spoke the wise elf.* \n\n\"Say it is the first, I am sure someone who truly love you would not mind if you seeked other company. You have a long life ahead. I don't know how old you are, but you look like you are in your twenties. If you are lucky, you will have at least two more centuries. Will it really be bearable for him- No, for yourself, to commit yourself to a century of loneliness and endless regret?\" \n\n\"And if he is alive. Surely you would've known if something disastrous happened to him, but nothing happened, and he chose to not come back. Whatever path he chose, it was not as important as giving you an answer or his whereabouts.\" \n\n*And of course, the third option. That he was captured and somehow unable to contact Katherine. Sirdan looked deeply into Katherine's eyes, struggling on whether to be honest. If he does not tell her about the third - then surely Katherine can move on, but what if she thought of it later on and regretted it?* \n\n\"...But there's a third option. He could've been captured somewhere, unable to contact you or break out, in which case he may still earnestly want to reciprocate his obligations.\" \n\n*He waited for her thoughts, not wanting to overwhelm her.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_It was starting to grate on Almann's nerves at this point. His finger tapping is becoming more rapid at this point, a sign of his annoyance. He didn't come here to hear the screams of a thief, he came here to relax, even if he moved away he could still hear it. It's starting to become an inconvenience. Almann puts out his pipe, and taps it back into his pocket._\n\n_He rolls his eyes and decides to stand up, making his way casually towards the door and knocks._\n\n_Almann will just mention that the screams are louder than Hu Lang may realise and the sound is starting to inconvenience some of the customers in the restaurant. A pretty good excuse to be sure, just making it seem like Almann was concerned for the reputation of her business rather than trying to be self-righteous about Auburn's punishment._"
}
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197.333333 | 2021-02-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"I-I just don't want to accept it. That he would betray me like this, or dead...\"\n\n*Katherine places her head in her hands, hiding her face. Sobs can be heard from behind it, though it is to be expected. The harsh truth had shattered her fragile denial, stabbing deep into her heart. It hurt, and the emotions she had been bottling up were finally let loose.*\n\n\"I don't know! I don't know what to do. If he's gone, and there's no hope of getting him back, then why am I searching? If he's being held somewhere, I can't just leave him!\"\n\n\"....But if I have no news of him, how would I even know where he's being held? I want to hope, but it doesn't seem like he's coming back.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm?\"\n\n*Hu Lang opens the door, a visible cut on her cheek. She's dressed in her traditional silver robes with golden cuffs. However, in her hand seems to be a small whip; not enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to sting.*\n\n*And further in the room is a tied up Auburn. A complicated rope system seems to be binding her to the ceiling, which obviously seems uncomfortable. The odd part is that it looks like she's been stripped and searched; Almann can see a massive amount of knives in the corner, along with some clothing. The rabbit's not quite nude, though she's not wearing much; only some underclothing. Her entire backside is red, including the backs of her legs. She looks towards Almann, her eyes wide in fear as she attempts to struggle out. A gag prevents her from speaking.*\n\n\"MMMHHH! MHHMM HMHH MHMHMH!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan nodded, thinking of the very similar situation he was in. He too, spent his time with one singular woman for an entire year, and thought they would marry. But then, she disappeared.*\n\n\"I understand, Katherine.\" *Sirdan placed his hand in front of his face, as if in thought, wiping a bit of tear in his eyes with his index finger. Katherine breaking down in front of him had an affect - and he can't help but feel an urge to sob.* \n\n\"Think for yourself. Can you heart take this loneliness anymore? This uncertainty in life? Can you linger on knowing they may never come back, knowing their fate is uncertain? I...\"\n\n\"...Hah.\" *He exhaled,*\"You should move on and search for a new love, or loves. You must have closure in one way or the other. But he won't give you one. You must give yourself a closure.\" \n\n*Sirdan placed his hand in front of his mouth again, closing his eyes and leaning backward. He waited for Katherine to calm down a bit, before continuing with his next line*\n\n\"I had a story like this too.\""
}
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224.6 | 2021-02-13 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"I don't think I can. As much as I want to be independent, now that I've tasted love for the first time, I can't go back. I guess... I'll try and move on.\"\n\n*Katherine looks up at Sirdan after wiping away her tears, and the elf can finally see her white, dead eyes through her visor. She slips the ring back onto her finger, curling her hand to look at it.*\n\n\"I'll keep it for now. I couldn't just throw it away, no matter how much pain it brings. I will always remember Aleksander as my first love, even if I find another. Should I find one, I'll pocket it. Keep it with me, but no longer show it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"That would be the best for you.\" *Sirdan smiled, nodding in affirmation. Just a moment before, it seemed he wanted to talk about something.* \n\n\"As time goes by, you'll remember this as a sweet memory of the good time. But don't linger on too much. I am sure you'll find a new love soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The woman would smile at Sirdan's words. It seems that he had successfully gotten to her.*\n\n\"Thank you, Sirdan. Really.\"\n\n\"Can you tell me more about your own? I want to know how it was for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan beamed widely*\n\n\"Oh. You don't know how much I want to talk about this.\" *He let out a long sigh*,\"Males seems to not take to my story pretty well.\"\n\n\"It started in a land far away. A long time ago. I was new in Salvainia. But already a horseman and great at fighting. So I made a career hunting down giant chickens. I uh, gained a bit of reputation because I liked to charge and lance my prey from behind.\"\n\n\"I went hunting in the same forest quite often since I got a license. One day I picked up a homeless, illiterate girl with wings. She can't fly, and looked like an owl. I taught her how to read and write but she wasn't very... Conductive to education.\"\n\n\"One day a pretty boy with wing came from the mountain and took her away. I am bitter she hasn't learned the alphabet yet.\"\n\n*He shook his head*\n\n\"But she's not the one. In fact, it was kinda hard to feel anything but sorry for her.\"\n\n*He continued*\n\n\"So a few months later, I was in my routine hunt, and set up a trap with meat. A creature with two arms, no, four arms and two legs, humanoid in shape fell for the bet. After a series of growl and animal posing, the creature turn out to be a Felinid. One that is heavier and bulkier than me, and could punch me dead back then. I think she was two and half time my weight...\"\n\n\"She's probably sneezing somewhere if she is alive.\" *He chuckled*\n\n\"So, I took her in, and I taught her how to hunt, how to fight. Taught her to wear gambeson. She had four arms and two tentacles. She always seems to seek my approval and is more than eager to seek my affection. She was overjoyed to learn that unlike everyone else, she could cuddle me from above without risk of death - mine, that is.\"\n\n\"We grew really close, rubbed our cheeks and cuddled each other in bed every night. Nothing happened between us, not even a kiss. Because it turned out she used to have a siren girlfriend who suddenly disappeared on a months long trip... But it was not just that. I felt that as her Guardian, the one who taught her everything about the world, it would be very very wrong for me to make any move. But deep down, I loved her more than anyone else\"\n\n\"Funny how the world work. But you see, the girl called Kyo was my true love. She could show affection like no one else, and I felt like... The stiffness in my heart melted down. I'd slept with many in that time, but every night it was her I cuddled and rubbed the ears of\"\n\n\"For all purpose, we were acting like wife and husband. So one day, we kissed each other. Our life continued. I went to fight in Silnaria hoping to earn the money I need. The money I need for an elixir of immortality. Then she can live as long as I do. Then we would have children and be happy forever.\"\n\n\"But as things will have it, after that mission in Silnaria, we stayed together for a while more, and we almost did something together. But then she disappeared.\"\n\n\"It's been over a year. And I committed myself to never love a singular woman again. I can't bear such a loss.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann clears his throat tones his voice down to a whisper._\n\n\"Miss, I think the screams are a bit louder than you might realise. They can be heard across the restaurant. Such things might _disturb_ the customers here and make them draw incorrect conclusions. Don't want the reputation of this fine establishment to be tarnished even just a little bit, now do we? If possible, I would ask you to cease for now whilst there still customers in the store, or...\"\n\n_He grins and shows his calloused hands palm side up._\n\n\"...You could give her to me, and I'll make sure she'll never walk into this establishment again.\""
}
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138.833333 | 2021-02-14 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"That's... Beautiful. It's really a shame that she left. Life just likes to hurt us, doesn't it. But why multiple?\n\n*As Katherine listened to the elf's story, she couldn't help but wonder. How was life like this? Granting people who they thought would be their most cherished loved one, then suddenly taking them away?*\n\n\"Did it hurt? When she left? How do you even cope with such a thing?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Well... I figured out I would never deal with the loss of someone as heavily as before, if I engaged in polyarmory\" \n\n*He let out a sigh.* \n\n\"I had a hard time convincing my current fiancee to let me do it. In the end, we agreed we both could love others, but love eachother the most. In theory anyway. I am not sure how happy she is about it. Our first day together was... Quite dramatic\" \n\n\"It hurt, quite a lot. I still feel a void in my heart. But she never claimed exclusivity over me. Still... I would gladly want her return right now.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm. Alright. You can have her. I doubt she'll be coming back here again.\"\n\n*Hu Lang spanks the rabbit one more time, then procures glowing gold and silver claws from her fingers. She cuts the rope holding up Auburn, and she falls to the floor with a loud thud. Picking her up by the rope, she hands he bound bunny towards Almann, also handing him a large sack.*\n\n\"These are her clothes, and her weapons.\"\n\n*Tian grabs Auburn's chin, turning the kemonomimi to face the wolf. Her expression is fierce, and Auburn is forced to stare in fear.*\n\n\"You better not fuck with me again, hear me?\"\n\n*She lets go, bowing towards the macen.*\n\n\"Thank you for coming, Almann-san!\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Polyamory. So no special bond? No special someone? How can you do that, just, having multiple partners at once? Are people really ok with that?\"\n\n\"What happens if jealousy starts to form? Part of me is scared that I'll be called out for it. Would it not stain your repuation?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He nods and smiles._\n\n\"It was my pleasure.\"\n\n_Almann simply hoists the bunny over his shoulder the rope and chuckles as makes his way towards the restroom, in the view of some of the other tables. This brought memories back, almost like he was taking war brides again for the horde. Just the thought filled him with nostalgia for his old way of life._\n\n_He stops at the door of the restroom, sets the bunny down, cuts the gag from her mouth, and speaks up._\n\n\"Auburn, you have two choices:\n\nYou can follow me, and I'll get you a real occupation at the guild instead of stealing and you can get redressed before you go, or you can refuse to come to the guild with me and I parade you throughout town half naked as I take you there anyways. If you run I will chop your feet off. Deal?\"\n\n_He scratches his chin._\n\n\"Oh, and just in case, I'll be checking for any windows in that restroom. If there is, you can be sure I'll be in there to make sure you don't slip away.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm... No special bond, no special someone. Who know whether they are fine with that.\" *He let out a sigh,*\"I only convinced my fiancee to go along with it, but honestly, she seems to want it the other way. But she agreed that maybe it would be better if, for the few centuries of our life we could love others too, but live together with eachother.\" \n\n*He blinked a bit.*\n\n\"A very strange arrangement. I can only hope everyone agree to not be jealous of eachother. And my reputation...\" *He shrugged his shoulders,*\"Plenty of rich men or women in polygamy or polyandry relationship. Polyamory... Is just the same thing but less exclusive for me.\" \n\n\"Nothing wrong with that.\""
}
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128.75 | 2021-02-15 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*This was so humiliating.*\n\n*Auburn was red with shame. She had almost escaped that fool of an okamimi yet again, but it seemed that she happened to serve 3 adventurers as well, one of which was a caster and another who was Almann. Someone who hadn't caught her through speed, but through her tripping and almost killing herself by accident.*\n\n*After being caught by that woman with a metal arm, she had been bound by her arms and legs, stripped, tied up even further, tied to the ceiling, and then spanked with a whip. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.*\n\n*And now Almann has just carried her to the bathroom door, allowing everyone to see her.*\n\n\"But- I don't have any skills! All I know is how to run and steal. That's all I've done my life!\"\n\n*This wasn't good. If she was forcefully recruited into the guild before she could meet the Don... Plus, she didn't want to run the risk of being paraded while barely clothed, or having her feet chopped off.*\n\n\"I can't do anything!\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"It seems that you and Kyo trusted each other a lot. I guess it depends on who I see, or rather who I need. I don't think I would enjoy seeing someone I slept with go with someone else. I guess I'll have to see for myself.\"\n\n*Katherine reaches over and embraces the Steppe elf, hugging him tightly.*\n\n\"Thank you for this. I really needed it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I would mind too. But my activities is done outside of my house at the very least.\"\n\n*He raised his eyebrows for a brief moment, then his expressions softened, and he embraced her back, resting his head on her shoulders*\n\n\"You are welcome. When you get your vampirism cured, come over and celebrate with me. I will make something delicious. Can't promise I would be as good as Hu Lang though.\"\n\n*Sirdan kept holding her until she indicated she want to be let go. He quite enjoyed the hug.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann raises an eyebrow._\n\n\"You just said you can run and steal. Now can't do anything? You would be surprised how useful running and stealing is for a guild. If you complete the jobs you are guaranteed money, whilst stealing like you currently are puts you in situations that you're in now.\"\n\n_He shrugs._\n\n\"It's fine if you don't want to comply, I'll just carry you to the guild myself...\"\n\n_Almann goes to pick her up again._"
}
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{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The embrace was warm. Soft. Something Katherine hadn't felt ever since Ale had left. Sirdan gave her comfort, a shoulder to rest on.*\n\n\"I doubt anyone can make better food than Hu Lang. I have no doubt yours is still good though.\"\n\n*Katherine retracts from the hug after about 15 seconds, quite a long time.*\n\n\"Should we go check on the rabbit? I heard screams earlier.\""
},
{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "\"I-you know what I mean! How can running and stealing be an actual occupation?\"\n\n\"W-Wait, I'll go, I'll go! Just let me put on my clothes first.\"\n\n*Auburn struggles in her bindings, unable to do anything at the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan brushed his hand briefly against Katherine's hair, tightening his cuddle.* \n\n\"No doubt, but there's value in homely, casual food, is it? I'll take that as a yes then.\" \n\n*He let go of Katherine, a smile on his face.* \n\n\"That was very comfortable, I'd love to do it more. Let's check on the rabbit.\" \n\n*The elf rested his hand on the table, supporting himself to stand up, then walked toward the direction of the rabbit.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann raises an eyebrow._\n\n\"You owe me for more than just this incident Auburn, it would be smart of you to listen to what I have to say...\"\n\n_Almann puts her next to the door of the background opens the door to check if there's any windows she can escape from. He didn't feel like chasing her through a window today._"
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{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*The bathroom has no windows. It's absolutely closed.*\n\n\"Ok... Now, can you untie me? It's a bit cold.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"A yes it is.\"\n\n*Katherine nods, then heads back down to look for the rabbit. She can hear the slight voices coming from the bathroom. Giving it a small knock, she leans next to the door.*\n\n\"Almann? You have the thief?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan followed after Katherine, and then looked at where Hu Lang was heading to earlier.*\n\n\"Hmph, where'd Hu Lang go.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann begins to talk as he unties her._\n\n\"...Or you might end up stealing from the wrong people. It doesn't even matter what you steal. It's the message they like to send. These are people you can't run away from. Those people will find you, capture you, and do far worse than whip you halfheartedly. I would know, I used to work for them.\"\n\n_He hears a knock after he unties her. It's Katherine. Almann decides to walk out of the bathroom for Auburn to get dressed. Before he leaves the door though he tells her one more thing._\n\n\"Think long and hard what risks you're willing to take doing what you're doing.\"\n\n_As Almann walks out the door and closes he explains what happened._\n\n\"Yeah, the thief is getting dressed so I can take her to the guild. I'm hoping if she finds honest employment she wont steal anymore. I don't think she'll run, Auburn owes me for more than just getting her out of trouble this time.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmmm... Her, honest employment.\" *Sirdan glared at the bunny in the eyes, and then looked her up and down.*\n\n\"Are you a thief of desperation or of opportunity?\" *He questioned her,*\"Nevertheless, stealing in Salvainia... Especially with such a distinct look, is going to get you into troubles.\"\n\n\"Stealing is not a great career choice anyway.\" *He closes his hands,*\"Consider legally sanctioned property relief.\""
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{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*The embarrassed rabbit tries to get dressed as quickly as possible, strapping on her weapons as well. However, the binds on her legs stung, the effects of the whipping taking place.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Ah, alright-wait, getting dressed? What happened?\"\n\n*Katherine opens the door to the bathroom, looking inside only to see the rabbit pulling up her pants. Her legs are red, with whip marks visible all over them. The vampire closes the door, letting the rabbit dress.*\n\n\"I didn't know Hu Lang was that harsh.\"\n\n\"Let her be for a bit. Whipping must be traumatic.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan didn't look inside the bathroom, and then turned toward Katherine.* \n\n\"What'd Hu Lang do?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"She... I'm not sure to what extent, but stripped her, then whipped her. All over her legs. I don't think she's going to be running for a while.\""
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He held his hands together.* \n\n\"...Not sure if that's merciful or terrifying, Katherine. Anyway, she got off lucky being carried off to the guild.\" \n\n*He walked over to Hu Lang, taking out some silver from his pocket.* \n\n\"Here, I'll pay for the meal.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah, I'm not sure either. At least she didn't cut off her hands.\"\n\n*Katherine turns away from the bathroom door, letting Almann take care of the rabbit.* \n\n\"Well, I'll see you around then. Have a good night with Tian!\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The oriate graciously accepts the coin, placing it in a small purse.*\n\n\"The rabbit got what she deserved. She just needed a good spanking.\"\n\n*Tuan's delicate hand moves towards Sirdan's, grasping it warmly.*\n\n\"Shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He waved back at Katherine.*\n\n\"You too, have a good night.\" \n\n*Then he turned back toward Tian, surprised by her grasping his hand.* \n\n\"Hmmmph, where should we go...\""
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Flop.*\n\n*The kemonomimi let herself fall flat face down onto her couch after a long day of work. This restaurant was originally her place of peace, but her recent expansions had caused even more stress than before.*\n\n\"Sirdan, what am I going to do about this? My blood pressure's so high, I'm surprised that it hasn't caused a vein to burst out from my arm.\"\n\n*Not to mention her recent hit on the White Rose. Terrel hadn't attacked it quite yet, and she was starting to have worries. What would happen if it went wrong? What if she was exposed? Overall, her time as a restaurant owner was suddenly becoming a lot less peaceful.*\n\n\"I could hire more workers, but I don't want to lose more profit. We're technically operating fine as is.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf sat down next to the Kemonomimi, having already went to the room above. Then he looked at her arm, and grabbed her shoulders, massaging it gently as with his hands.* \n\n\"Mmm... If the restaurant's running fine, could it be you are stressed out too much? Perhaps you could take a break.\" \n\n*He thought about the matter - he too, felt like he was losing purpose.* \n\n\"You know, I've been stuck in Salvainia for too long. I felt like I've never had any real adventure or anything like that. I've been thinking of buying a ship or a wagon, go travelling around the world, become a questing knight of some sort. Maybe we'll find someone to go along with... Say, Hu Lang, do you know any combat magic?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Mmmm... Maybe. Maybe I do.\"\n\n*Hu Lang brought her legs under her and sat up, letting out a relaxed sigh as Sirdan massaged her shoulders, thinking as Sirdan mentioned questing.*\n\n\"I know a bit, from my studies on alchemy. Ironically, the majority of the time they were used to make flavorful food.\"\n\n*Hu Lang creates a few gestures with her hands, and an orange sigil appears in one hand, and a blue one in the other.*\n\n\"I also studied on how to increase a body's capabilities in almost any aspect. Strength, mobility, even their focus.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmph. I am not sure about risking my fiancee's life in combat. But combat make good friends... Maybe we should go around hunting monsters - no killing people. That tends to leave a scar on the soul, you know.\"\n\n*The elf looked at the sigil and the gestures.* \n\n\"That'll be quite useful! So, are we going to go around, offering food, cooking for everyone, and offering to handle local problems for everyone, hmph?\""
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Heh. I suppose so. You're not trying anything with her, *Riiiiighht?*\"\n\n*Hu Lang would smile teasingly, knowing how Sirdan went around.*\n\n\"I think she'll be great. I'm not a fan of random people. You'd be surprised to see how many of them might be criminals.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*A face of guilt IMMEDIATELY appeared on top of Sirdan's face*\n\n\"Uh. No, totally didn't at any point in time.\"\n\n\"I think we really ought to bring a male companion somehow. To balance it out. I don't think anything like that to happen\"\n\n*He started tapping his finger*\n\n\"You have a brother right? And... We should probably bring along a couple or something. The unevenness of relation in a group can be detrimental. I will bring Yukine along \"\n\n\"And I think we should go by ship to Runra, even though I don't know Runran well.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The half okamimi let out a laugh at Sirdan's guilty face, cuddling closer to him.*\n\n\"It's fine. You two *Are* Close friends, after all.\"\n\n*Hu Lang's expression drops as Sirdan mentions her brother.*\n\n\"Yeah, uh... I haven't seen him since I left home. I don't know what he's like anymore. He's... In Runra. Going by ship isn't pleasant for me. I get seasick.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan thought about the idea of romancing Kath for a second, before it melted away with Hu Lang cuddling cloes to him.*\n\n*He wondered how horrible of a person he really is (Very).*\n\n\"....Are you implying anything?\" \n\n*He let out a sigh and ruffled Hu Lang's ears again, flattening one of them with his right hand* \n\n\"Mmm... Well, we cannot travel to Runra without going on ship. Perhaps I can look for a ship with a healer who could help you out with that.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"No, of course not! You're mine.\"\n\n*A small pouty face appears on Hu Lang, which shifts to relaxed as her ears are scratched again.*\n\n\"I suppose that's fine... Just so long as we don't run into my brother. We're not the closest of twins.\"\n\n*Hu Lang was slightly worried about the trip. Meeting her family with a foreigner who had interests with other women... She wasn't looking forward to that meeting. But she did miss the scenery and the environment she grew up in.*"
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Yeah! I'm looking forward to seeing her again. Think she'll be in her house? Does she even have a house?\"\n\n*Hu Lang stands up and follows Sirdan, tightening her sash and putting on her sandals.*\n\n\"I'll do some cooking while I'm there, though I do want to try some of the other specialties. Kepan, a mystical forest... It sounds like there could be great reward there. Heh, wonder what materials can be found there. Could use something for decoration.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm. I am not sure. If she has a house, I don't know it. So our best chance is to find her at the guild.\"\n\n*He put on his boots and headed for the guild, arriving after a short walk at New Sunlight. He walked up to the receptionist immediately*\n\n\"I am sure we will find all sort of wild games and exotic plants. Though we might need to bring some antidote.\"\n\n\"Hey. Do you know if Katherine Vayne's here?\" *Just in case, he peeked at one of the visible training yard to see if Kath is there.*\n\n["
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The receptionist nodded, gesturing to Katherine in the training yard.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The captain was surrounded by slimy summons, several Vocators around her. The summons would move forward, only to be vanquished by a blazing blade or the fiery streak across the air. Katherine's greatsword was spinning rapidly around her, the armored woman clearly straining to keep the momentum going, along with the vocators draining their contract.*\n\n*Soon, the training would end, with Katherine out of mana and exhausted, and the vocators no longer able to summon any more.*\n\n\"Thanks guys. Keep up the good work! You can head off now.\"\n\n*The trainees drag themselves to their dorms, and Katherine turns to Sirdan and Hu Lang.*\n\n\"Oh, hey! What brings you here at this hour?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan stood by the side, watching Katherine practice with the summons. Though the summons can usually be summoned once per day, live training was a very valuable luxury.*\n\n*He observed her move carefully - it was skillful, like his, though her defense seems to be slightly less solid. But she has magical weapons he don't*\n\n\"Hello Kath! This hour?\" *He looked up at the sky*,\"Nothing wrong with that.\"\n\n\"Anyway! Hu Lang, Yukine and I are going on a trip to Runra. Travelling around. Meeting new people, eating new food and maybe solving local problems. It might be four months six months, a year or so. A journey to experience new things and find new purposes.\"\n\n\"We are looking for a fighter or two to join us. Someone who can fight on the front. Are you interested?\""
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Ah, right. Yukine.*\n\n\"Hu Lang had never met the kitsune, but she knew that she was affiliated with Sirdan in the same way she was. Who did he love more, did he wonder? Did he have any other love interests?*\n\n*She was joking about Katherine, but did he seriously consider her to be one? Looking at her, she was fit, strong, and beautiful, with sleek black hair and graceful form. Was this why he had responded in the way he had? Deep down inside, Hu Lang wished that Katherine would say no.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Well, I don't get many visitors, and it's certainly not late at night.\"\n\n*The woman would balance the greatsword by its tip on the ground, leaning on its large guard. Her face had a smile, but she kept note of Sirdan's mention of Hu Lang and Yukine, as well as the time period.*\n\n\"Six months to a year? That sounds like an awful long time to be out and about. Sorry, but I don't think I can go for that long; I can't afford to lose the workout I have here, physical and mental. \"\n\n*In addition to not wanting to become weaker due to vacation, Katherine didn't want to be seen as a woman along with two others and a male. The image just wasn't right, and it made her uncomfortable, to say the least.*\n\n*Even if that wasn't Sirdan's attention, the way Hu Lang and the elf stood next to each other reminded her of her own lost marriage. The promised engagement that was never fulfilled. It just hurt to see; and Katherine couldn't bear with it during something like a vacation.*\n\n\"I'll have to pass. There's plenty of other fighters here; one that won't burn down the ship with their training as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*It seems Hu Lang's wish was granted, one way or the other. Sirdan felt a bit uncomfortable asking, but he didn't know it was a joke. After all, bringing in a single woman along a trip with two other woman associated with him always felt wrong.* \n\n\"...Mmm.\" *Sirdan looked up at the sky, seeing the sky darken already,*\"...Well, I'd say it is strange for you to be here at the guild, too.\" \n\n*Sirdan simply nodded in understanding - asking someone to be out with him for a year was a big ask.* \n\n\"I trust you to not burn down the ship, but I understand if you don't want to come with us. I hope to see you stronger and happier when I come back.\" \n\n\"How about a farewell feast at my house before we go? We can extend the invitations to a few other people from the guild too. Maybe Alexandar, he's a nice man.\" \n\n*The Alexander Sirdan referred to was the guild master Sirdan duelled to gain his entry into the guild. A good friend, a battle buddy of some sort.*"
}
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Alexandrii! One of the leader of Alpha Base. Surely you have met him before.\" Sirdan said, keenly unaware he said his name wrong last time. Next time he will probably call him Alex, or Alexandria. Names are flexible and misoellable back then.\n\nA dastardly thought crossed his mind at the moment, wondering whether to invite Kath for a private outing. Then he looked at Kath's melancholic disposition. He was never good at reading woman. But he felt something tugged at her. Perhaps her lost fiancee.\n\n..Perhaps he shouldn't harbor such idea after all.\n\nAfter staring idly for a minute. He looked at Hu Lang.\n\n\"I will do some Tiai and Siui style cooking and roast, prepared by yours truly. And you can supplement it with delicious Runran food... How about fried dumplings? Do they fit with roast? Hmm. Might make a good appetizer anyhow.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"I... Haven't interacted with people much, honestly. I guess I keep to myself too much; the ones I do meet, I end up forgetting their name.\"\n\n*Katherine vaguely remembers Alexandrii. She wouldn't be able to make it through the night if he was invited. Their names were too similar.*\n\n\"I'll be good to join. I guess we'll have this as a goodbye party!\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hmm. I think anything can work, really. And I'll make a lot more than just fried dumplings? I can make an entire dim sum course if we need one. Don't worry Katherine, I'll make sure to get a fork for you.\"\n\n*It was difficult to hate Katherine. Maybe if Sirdan wasn't polygamous, she would have been saddened that the Captain wasn't going.*\n\n*However, Hu Lang was perceptive, and saw the sadness in Katherine's eyes. Something told her she had other problems.*"
}
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{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Alright, see you!\"\n\n*The New Sunlight member waves to the pair.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Immediately, Hu Lang understood the situation. Her tail flicks Sirdan in the arm playfully after he pokes it.*\n\n \"I've got plenty of alcohol for the occasion. Food is covered. Don't worry too much. I have those two games set and ready, though I don't have a a billiard table. For dancing, we'll just reserve the dining room! Clear out the tables and chairs for the night, move the decorations; there's a chandelier already as well!\"\n\n*Hu Lang's ears perk up upon hearing that Sirdan wasn't too good at dancing, and the Okamimi looks up at him with warm eyes and a big smile.*\n\n\"Well, then I guess I'll have to teach you.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...Ah, well, I was thinking of getting something to do, but I guess my secretary master chef wife got it all handled.\" \n\n*He chuckled and waited for them to round a corner in the New Sunlight guild, and then quickly gave her a tight spoon, before moving away before anyone noticed.* \n\n\"In that case, let's go back home. I just realized something important... We haven't been co-inhabitating a lot, and I think Yukine and you both barely know eachother too... Would you like to move into my house? Before we go away on the trip, that is.\"\n\n*Of course, there's other advantage to having Hu Lang live with him*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Poor Sirdan knew nothing about what the Okamimi was thinking, though if he knew, he would become quite rightfully worried about his two lovers becoming jealous of eachother... With that, his dream of getting even more seems to be in danger.* \n\n\"Eh?\" \n\n*Sirdan got something in Hu Lang's tone. What was she jealous of? Brunette? Kitsune eyes? Oh. He thought he got what Hu Lang was thinkign about... Something that Hu Lang mentioned immediately right before the two engaged in some tomfoolery together, leading to the two being engaged.* \n\n\"It... Well, it isn't just that I only like mage. I do however, have something for cute girls with ears and tails, and the two I knew and happened upon both happens to be mage, you know?\" \n\n*The two would arrive at Sirdan's new house - a few streets away from the New Sunlight headquarter, with a decent view of the city, a luxurious three story house.* \n\n\"Let me give you a tour, and then we can start moving you in tommorow - Would you like to stay at my house tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Tian's tail twirls around, and her ears flatten as Sirdan calls her cute. But her pouty face continued. She wasn't at all jealous of brown hairs or red eyes; her silver hair and dichromatic ones easily outclassed those. But compared to Yukine's large chest, Hu Lang might as well be as flat as a table. Hu Lang felt that she was still superior though. She could cook, manage things, supply alcohol, and even brew up some potions.*\n\n*Or was she just insecure? She hadn't even interacted with Yukine once, only saw her. What if she __could__ do other things?*\n\n*The thoughts faded away as she saw Sirdan's house. Absolutely massive. If she stayed here, she could convert her entire place into the restaurant and move in, giving much more room for customers. Her gold and sapphire eyes shine and sparkle as Hu Lang gazes upon her lover's home.*\n\n\"That sounds great!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan nodded in excitement, and grabbed her hand, taking her into the house rapidly, passing by the small frontyard, which were well-kempt, with some bushes and flowers planted for decoration.* \n\n*He opened the large front door and showed the way in. The house was quite warm, with a large kitchen to the side. There was an open fire pit, surrounded by stone, for cooking, and what looked like a small oven that hasn't been used for much. There was a separate fireplace that can also be used for cooking or baking, connected to what seems to be a water heater. \n\nNext to the fireplace was the dining room, quite large, with a round table for eight people, and two rooms on the ground level, seemingly made for servants and other thing. Sirdan's equipments is on an armor stand to the above.* \n\n\"Here's the dining room - the kitchen, and the living rooms are above.\" \n\n*Sirdan brought her upstairs, pointing at the master's bedroom, Yukine's room, and the remaining empty rooms - totaling maybe five.* \n\n\"All of the rooms here are empty - you can pick one of them to move into!\""
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf would lean back and let the Okamimi effectively tackle him, chuckling as he rubbed her ears and nuzzled into her cheeks back.* \n\n\"Feeling awfully affectionate today, aren't you?\" *He chuckled and hugged her back.* \n\n\"Well... I'd rather not have any of us near any burnt down location. No, the idea is to recruit a confidant or two who knows how to fight - I know Yukine could make for a good one. And then maybe we'll get another who we can trust.\" \n\n\"The enemy would want to strike while we are away - pretend we're going on the vacation as scheduled, perhaps appears more drunken or stupored than usuall... Perhaps we can fight in public. Then, when they think we've left and is vulnerable, we ambush and catch them red-handed.\"\n\n\"No places burnt down - just someone humiliated in the public. That, of course, would require us to catch them red-handed. They might choose to bribe some officials for a lenient treatment. So, we need to find some way that would force the officials to act and shut them down or neuter them.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"You may be a strong warrior, but your *My* Strong warrior. One who's good at planning as well. I can make some potions that can stop us from getting drunk! Katherine's probably not a good choice for this then; she can't handle anything.\"\n\n*Letting go of Sirdan, Hu Lang stands up from the bed and spins around, letting her robes whirl.*\n\n\"You know, they can't get off easy if they're blatantly attacking us. Just get a couple of reliable witnesses should do us good. Maybe I should learn some Aqua magic in advance, or hire another mage. Hopefully the threat of a mage is enough to ward them off.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mmm... Anti Alcohol Antidote. I like the idea. So, how do we appear vulnerable? Well, we can do nothing and pretend all is well, and then you, Yukine and I all disappear and pretend to have left for another place, while in fact we're just waiting for them to come up to the restaurant and catch them red-handed.\" \n\n\"...What'd you say about Katherine, though?\" \n\n\"We might end up waiting for weeks without anything happening though. So we need to somehow time it so that they would be caught red-handed. As for witnesses, I doubt they'd do anything that lead to them not attacking at sundown...\"\n\n\"Let's see. We need to make them attack before we run out of patience and catch them red-handed. Somehow, we need to make sure they perform an attack right after we leave, or after two weeks or three weeks, instead of planning it for a month to execute it. Do we have a way to make it hasty?\"\n\n*Sirdan kicked back and opened up his arms,*\"Come back. Need my Okamimi in my arms. As for fighter... Yukine might be a candidate. She is certainly someone we can trust. But I don't know any other people. Perhaps I can convince a New Sunlight member or two to help us out by staking nearby. I think most of them can be trusted.\" \n\n*He crossed his legs, sinking into thoughts about how to bait the opponents into attacking them. The idea of attacking them so they attack is tempting - but if they are caught in the act, it's all over for their reputation.*"
}
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "After the training session where Sirdan was badly roughened up, the elf asked Melody if she would like to go for a drink. It seems Melody has accepted his offer, and so he led her to Blooming Lotus - his wife's restaurant. \n\nThe elf looked quite dejected during the journey, not talking or bantering much. Then he arrived, and he put on a somewhat forced smile.\n\n\"Welcome to the Blooming Lotus! The best Runran restaurant this side of the town.\" He grinned, and entered the bustling restaurant, picking a seat at one of the table by the sides, removing a chair to give some room for Melody to kneel down. The restaurant was quite crowded, and Melody have to take careful steps to avoid stumbling over anything. \n\nThe menu was mostly Kupeni fares. Sirdan sat down. \n\n\"Want to have a full meal - on me, or just some drinks?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would follow after Sirdan, mostly picking up his mood during their trip over here. She thought about saying something about it, though after some time of thinking, she figured he'd talk about it whenever he felt like it if at all. Arriving at the restaurant, Melody would perk up a bit, soon following him inside as he announced the restaurant aloud. Only a few steps inside it and Melody was instantly reminded of her Centaur half, trying to avoid bumping into others, and letting out a quick:*\"Sorry-!\"*Each time she had failed to avoid someone.*\n\n\"Well not as much room as I expected, but this place looks nice.\"*She'd say, coming to settle down in the space that Sirdan made for her after a brief scan of the restaurant interior.*\"Just a drink will be fine.\"*She'd say to answer him, not really wanting him to spend too much money on her with her just getting into the New Sunlight guild after her training session. Besides, he was in enough of a dreary mood for her to have to rob him dry on top of it it.*\"You don't have to pay for my drink. I can tell you haven't been in the best of moods lately, so you can just let me handle that. It's fine, really.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan seemed to be giggling a bit as Melody struggled to avoid someone - having a body significantly longer than everyone else can be a bit impairing.* \n\n\"Well, most places in Salvainia cater to the most common race - building one that could accommodate Titan and Centaur both would be a very expensive undertaking.\" *Sirdan explained, being racist again.* \n\n\"Mmm. Not hungry?\" *He let out a sigh,*\"I was hoping for a better fight, but it seems I've overestimated my ability. It's the first time I've been defeated so soundly during a training fight, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"No sir.\"*She'd say to answer him.*\"Just something to drink will be fine.\"*The Centaur would listen to him explaining how this place wasn't well made for larger races, something she could already notice walking in, though it didn't make her feel particularly better about it. Not that she figured him for trying. It was going to take a lot of work here to get things fixed up for races of her stature.\n\nAs Sirdan would announce what was bothering him, she would pause for a short while. So that's what it was? She embarrassed him? Melody would think to herself. Her head would tilt to the side a bit, more of a smug look forming on her face. Maybe a hint of it was from Sirdan laughing at her on her way in only to announce this now, the other reason being that she managed to tone down his initial confidence. She couldn't blame him though, perhaps there weren't many out there to really challenge him as captain. The smirk would fade away, replacing itself with a more genuine look before she'd glance around the rest of the restaurant.*\"I think you did well Captain.\"*She'd say to him, mostly a half truth to the display shown.*\"Managed to catch me off guard in the fight believe it or not.\"\n\n*It was a slight attempt at making him feel better, though in trying she would soon find herself switching the subject slightly.*\"Hey, you wanted to see what kind of magic I could use right?\"*She would noticeably perk up a bit in asking, mainly because she needed an excuse of relieving herself from such a crowded place.*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan pressed his hands together, sinking into thought. The words sounded like consolation - because it really was.* \n\n*He let out a sigh,*\"I'll need to get some practice on mounted combat next time.\" \n\n*He looked around the place,*\"Sure. Show me what you've got for magic.\" *The elf mustered the remaining bit of enthusiasm in him, clearly... Still upset over the previous loss.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*With him mentioning Mounted combat before, Melody would assume that it was a preference of his which was still odd to her in the sense of him asking if she wanted to teach others about it. In reality she's never really ridden on a mount before. As Sirdan decided to allow her the chance to show off her magic, a feeling of excitement would course through the Centaur in it outweighing her notice of the Fricharii's dreary mood. Finally, no more having to bump into stuff here! She'd get up from where she laid, grabbing one of the chairs Sirdan had originally moved away for her to have the extra space.*\"Alright, here we go.\"*The Centaur would say, one hand remaining on the chair. \n\nA golden light would appear along her fingertips, soon moving across the rest of her body in a sort of wave. The fur along her ears would vanish away, though maintaining a sort of pointedness to it. Her deer half would begin to vanish away, replacing her forelegs with more Macen-like ones. A deer-like fur skirt remained in place of where her waist would have met her deer half while the rest of her remained unchanged in her transforming into a Silnari, Fricharii to be more exact. She'd take a seat in the chair, offering a smile towards him.*\"Well... What do you think?\"*Melody would ask him.*\"It's... Not the only magic I can do, but the others probably wouldn't be best to use in here-.\"*She'd quickly add.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan adjusted his chair and sat back a bit, crossing his arms and relaxing his stance, wondering what the centaur has to show him. Wait, wait, they're in middle of a restaurant! A sudden look of panic came over Sirdan as Melody stood up and prepared to cast his spell, and as Melody transformed into a not-centaur, a sense of panic would overcome Sirdan's face. Oh fuck! Someone's gonna burn down his wife's restauran-* \n\n*The elf let out a relieved sigh when the light is over and the centaur turned into a two-legged girl, with a fur skirt covering herself for modesty. The light has attracted several patrons attention, and now Melody was a star in a dimly lit stage.* \n\n*Then he looked at Melody's ears,*\"You look like one of my own now. Phew.\" *He let out a belated sigh,*\"I thought you were going to cast fireball or something in here..\""
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd let out a giggle.*\"Don't be silly. That kind of magic is way too advanced for me.\"*The Centaur would say, finally relaxing back in her seat.*\"I'm not a mage or anything, but I do have some magic to help with the everyday tasks. This being one of them. The others were mainly to help in the event that criminals proved to be more problematic in catching.\"*Her gaze would glance over to notice the others looking towards her.*\"Erm, maybe I should have done this outside coming to think of it.\"*She'd say with a nervous laugh.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmmph. A centaur with fireball would be quite an interesting sight. I've been thinking about relearning some new skills... Start to wield magic, you know?\" *He looked at the sword on his belt,*\"Charging in on a horse and blocking everything with a shield is fun the first time, but I feel... Impaired. Unable to do much beyond a range. Unable to surprise my opponent. If I am outmatched in strength, I am done for.\" \n\n*He laughed and looked around her,*\"Don't worry, they're no longer looking at you. So! Do you have any plan for the rest of your day?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Is there a strong magic user within the guild perhaps?\"*She'd ask him. In the short time she was there, it had become apparent that she hadn't really met a mage yet. Maybe that's why he was still looking into it. She of course couldn't understand his preferred fighting style too much, never fighting from range nor charging into battle on a steed like others would. Well at least how others would envision it. With everyone's eyes off her now, she would return her focus back to the Silnari in him asking if she had plans.*\"Nothing in particular. I might return to patrolling for the evening if everything is settled in the Guild.\"*She'd say.*\"What about you, got any plans afterwards?\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Plenty. But if I want to seek the master of master, I'll probably have to travel to Lymia.\" *He thought about his options,*\"I've always thought my skill would be... Much more deadly if I am capable of fighting from range. You know, firing fireball alongside my arrows.\" \n\n*He shook his head,*\"I was planning to drink, banter a bit, think about what happened today, and then go to sleep at home. I was planning to do some more regular training but alas, I am a bit out of mood for that.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd look at him more curiously.*\"Is deadly the style you were going for?\"*The Centaur would ask him before falling silent once more in hearing his plans for the day.*\"Right... Sorry about that...\"*She'd murmur a bit under her breath. There would a be a sort of awkward pause in her words before she'd finally decide to change the subject slightly and ask him a different question instead.*\"I was a bit curious about one thing though. What are the goals of the New Sunlight Guild...?\"*She'd ask him. She remembered Scarlet once saying that at some point they'd have to explain their own reasons for wanting to join, but part of her wondered what the guild itself was hoping to accomplish.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Deadly indeed. I wanted to preserve my own life and that of my comrade. And it seems learning magic is the best way to go about it. Or so I thought.\" *He giggled and then turned to the next topic,*\"God if I know. They say their purpose is to help people around the world, train people in fighting. And so far, they've been doing a fine enough job of it so far. But I don't see much greater purpose. No evil to be rid of...\" \n\n*He looked up into the ceiling.*\n\n\"You know about that whole war in Mentia? I'm thinking of going out there and joining them. And maybe not in the capacity of a New Sunlight member.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd take a moment to think about, recalling him claiming the title of captain, though with his uncertainty of their own goals, it was clear he didn't directly make decisions for it.*\"Who's in charge of the guild, if I may ask-?\"*She'd say, trying to piece together a small puzzle that was formulating in her own mind. At his next comment regarding the war, she would fall silent for a while. A moment would pass in her saying nothing before taking a slight breath and resuming her composure.*\"Yes sir... I have...\"*She'd say to answer him simply, her mind clearly disrupted in thoughts of the war going on.*\"Do you... Know who's side you're going to be helping...?\"*She'd ask with a bit of hesitation, knowing there were several countries getting involved.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Guildmaster Alexandrik. He's in charge of the guild.\" *He said,*\"For the most part, I don't think they're trying to do anything special. I used to know him quite well - he was the person I fought to get my rank up in New Sunlight, and since then he gap between our skills has widened.\" \n\n*He rubbed his chin,*\"Middle Mentia seems like the one who would most likely win. Though, I'll be honest I don't find any of the candidates particularly worth supporting. How about you? You're a centaur, do you side with the beastkins?\""
},
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"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd give a dip of her head at his answer, making a silent note to consider finding out more about the GuildMaster some other time before the subject would change. Middle Mentia. She supposed choosing a winning side would have made the most sense. The Centaur wouldn't have expected the question that followed however. Supporting the beastkins? While she had nothing against them, she thought them not to be her first priority. However, it was hard to really pick a side in war when it seemed the whole country would be fighting itself to the ground.*\"If I were choosing a side... I'd choose to support Northern Mentia... My home country...\"*She'd say, resting an elbow on the table so that her head could rest in the palm of her hand for a while.*\"I know things... Probably won't be looking so good for them with this war, but I'd try what I could to help them against the odds if I were there.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"North Mentia... Refresh my memories on that.\" *He tried to remember what he has learnt through hearsay,*\"Is that not one of the state that was ran by a canifor warlord, and then elevated a child to become the Emperor?\" \n\n*He thought of their prospect,*\"They probably won't survive for more than years as their own state, if I am being fair.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She would give a simple dip of her head in response, whether that being confirmation or not, it seemed rather hard to tell.*\"I know.\"*The Centaur would say quietly.*\"But... I like to hold onto hope for the better y'know?\"*She'd try to perk up a bit, offering a half hearted smile to the Silnari.*\"It's nice to hear you wanting to help in the war efforts and... I hope things go well whichever side you decide to fight for.\"*The war was a painful enough topic, though she couldn't escape it being brought up with the news of it getting worse by the day. Occasionally she debated on returning home, even after such a long journey to come here and continue her life's work. She wouldn't want to let the worse become of her family for deciding to stay here instead.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mm... Say, Melody, do you want to travel with me to Mentia and join in the war efforts?\" \n\n*He thought of what he could do,*\"Honestly, I'd side with the Middle or the Upper Mentian. North Mentian's cause are... Doomed, if I am honest. The Mentian underneath them are probably not faring well. I cannot say what would happens to the beastkins living in their territory though.\" \n\n\"Do you think we could make an effort to stop atrocity? Associate with the regular, disciplined troops and stop the routiers or those free companies from becoming legal bandits?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Part of Melody couldn't help but feel a little shutdown from the Silnari's words, true as they may be. To side with the other Mentians would be to practically fight against her own home.*\n\n\"I'll have to think about it.\"*She'd eventually say. The Centaur didn't want to completely deny him, but in truth she didn't want to agree to go either knowing the choice she was going to have to make.*\n\n\"There are still some things I'd want to do first. But don't let me hold you up, it's best not to keep the war efforts waiting if you have your decision made-.\"*She concluded. Her gaze would shift away from him, glancing towards the other patrons before she'd give a slow shake of her head.*\"But that's not something to be worried about now. Still have yet to order our meals.\"*She'd say, forcing a chuckle before falling silent once more in knowing she wouldn't be able to ignore it forever.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan nodded. He noticed the change of mood and waved over one of the waiter - a beautiful kemonomimi. And then grabbed the menu.* \n\n\"Let's decide what we're eating first. I'm feeling hungry for meat... So I want to order the Kupeni PLatter - Roast Pork, Steamed Chicken, Roast Duck and Roast Goose... Mm, yummy.\" \n\n\"And for side, how about a bit of vegetable rice, and for drink... Maybe we can have some local wine?\"\n\n*Then he returned to the other topic,*\"I've been looking to uproot myself from here, seek purpose again... I learnt how to fight, but barely felt like I was able to use the skills. I think I'm wasting away. If we don't go to Mentia, maybe we can go somewhere else? Perhaps to the southeast?\"\n\n\"That is, if you don't mind me suddenly inviting you to go to another foreign country with me.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"That sounds nice.\"*She would say simply in agreeing to the food choice before turning over to face the waiter.*\"I'll have that as well, but may I have water instead to drink?\"*She'd ask the waiter.\n\nLooking back to Sirdan, she'd consider his request for a short while. He wanted her to go with him? The Centaur wasn't really accustomed to southern travel especially with it being a great distance alone to get here. \n\nShe'd offer him a sad smile, knowing the rejection that would come next.*\"I'm sorry Sirdan, but... I do wish to fulfill my duties here for some time...\"*If not already having to travel to Mentia to help her family in the midst of this warfare. She didn't say that part aloud of course, but she preferred keeping it to herself.*\"I feel like I've only just started here really. But... Thanks for offering to bring me along-.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The waiter nodded in agreement,*\"Runran platter, rice, water and wine. Got it.\" *Then she returned to the kitchen and relayed the order. Now they wait.* \n\n*Sirdan wasn't quite expecting her to accept the offer anyway. It was more of a sidethought, but the rejection still hurt him a bit.* \n\n\"I should stop asking strangers I just knew to come travel with me.\" *He laughed,*\"So, what kind of duties are you planning to fulfill here? Chances are - I am not being uprooted from here anytime soon, so I'll be staying here for a while, and I want to know and fight together with someone who know how to fight well - like you.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody's head would lower a bit in mild flattery of it. She never doubted her own fighting capabilities, though to be complimented by another was nice to hear.*\"I've made some promises to help out people around the city. Some are dealing with familial issues and criminal activity, others are just having trouble finding their own happiness.\"*She'd pause after the last part, thoughts running through her head before she'd continue.*\n\n\"I know it's not really much, but I've been helping where I can while patrolling the city. It seems bad things have been happening all over which is enough on everyone's plates without... Well y'know... Everything else happening on top of it.\"*She'd give a quiet sigh.*\"I just want to help people feel a little safer around here, but I'm sure things aren't going to get much better that easily, huh?\"*She'd ask him.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Well, as a soon to be captain, or at least you're very much qualified in term of skills to be one... Helping out the people in the city is a good thing. Want someone to patrol with you? Two pair of hands are better than one.\" \n\n*He cleared his throat,*\"Especially if coercion is needed to get some problem done. Like criminal activities. But finding their own happiness...\" *He let out a sigh,*\"Think I'll need some help with that, and it is nothing you can solve by swinging a halberd at it.\" \n\n\"Me and the owner of the restaurant has been dealing with a rival restaurant resorting to some... Less tasteful mean to compete with us, but honestly, that is the least of our issues. Maybe we could make a concerted effort to get rid of some violent criminals from the city. I wonder if that'll put us in the crosshair of anyone powerful, though...\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would seemingly perk up at the offer.*\"Sure thing. It's always nice to get extra hands to help with searching. Salvainia is a large city to patrol after all.\"*A light smile would appear on her face, this one carrying less of a somber mood and a more happy one.*\n\n\"A rival restaurant comprising of criminal activity?\"*She'd ask him.*\"I wouldn't mind helping a bit if you need more assistance in preventing anything bad from happening here. At least then we can bring some people to justice.\""
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"What do you usually do during your patrol? Which districts you go through?\" *He asked as the food arrived, delicious roast meat platter and rice to go with it.* \n\n\"Hmm... It is not like they're criminal. It is more that we've been fighting and dealing with them for a while, they want to burn down this place to gain the advantage. I'm supposed to be defending the place from them, but honestly, I want to move on beyond this deadly restaurant feud.\" \n\n*He closed his eyes,*\"I have no idea why the authority hasn't done anything about it. But if you are offering to help, I would take it.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I mainly just patrol the outskirts of the city, while keeping my eye out for anything suspicious on the way back home. It's the most I can really do, but there are times when I'd take a different street back to see what I can find if anything. Most encounters happened on accident, but gave me enough time to turn them over to the proper authorities.*\"She'd explain. With the food arriving, Melody would grab one of her utensils though wouldn't start eating. Her appetite had been lost a bit lately.*\n\n\"It's a mystery to me as well.\"*She'd say to agree with him about why authority hasn't gotten involved. But it's part of the reason why I've come to help. Mainly watching over things when others don't. The least I can do is try, right?\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan simply nodded toward Melody's explanation,*\"I've been thinking about doing something more... Aggressive. Maybe we can show presence in the slums or the less well off places in the city. I am not sure how well that will work - given how entrenched the criminals are and how reluctant the locals will be to come to us for help.\" \n\n*Sirdan paused for a bit to start eating.*\n\n\"You brighten up my day with your enthusiasm for helping people. Hmmph... Maybe we can go do something else - New Sunlight has plenty of wealth to spare, and so do I. Maybe we can cook a lot of food and bring it to the slums and distribute it, gain ourselves a bit of a reputation too.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Glad to hear you're feeling better.\"*She'd say with a quiet giggle as she'd start picking around her food.*\"It would be nice to have some accountability, especially when I do become captain one day, so I think helping around should make it better on us to at least be known to be reliable.\"*The Centaur would think aloud.\n\nShe'd shift her gaze to focus on Sirdan, emerald green eyes never once changing in her transformation. It had occurred to the centaur that she found it easier to understand one's intent whenever she takes on an Elven form. It was odd to say the least, but it at least enabled her to see his words through.*\"I think it would be a nice idea.\"*She'd confirm with a smile.*\"Not many people out there to help out the poorer spots in town. I'm sure they wouldn't mind getting a nice feast.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I'm sure it won't take long. Perhaps a month at the longest for you to become the talent. You have the raw ability in combat - and the heart. The two things that are needed to lead in New Sunlight. The only thing I don't know is how good you are at instructing people.\" \n\n*He cleared his throat,*\"But you can always rely on a lieutenant for that.* \n\n*He returned to his food, merrily eating and drinking, enjoying the meal,*\"So, tell me, how good are you at cooking? We'll probably cook simple meal of rice, beans and some meat for the poor, or distribute dried goods to them. Or maybe we could set up a shop - an almsgiving shop we can hire someone else to man when we are not there, serving free food. I'd say we should gain some intelligence on the crimes plaguging the neighborhood too, but it would not be good to come in with such... Nefarious intentions.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Hm. A lieutenant. Melody would think to herself. She wasn't actually quite sure how good she'd be instruction wise in hardly ever having the opportunity to. Maybe she could see about introducing her new acquaintance to law work as she had promised earlier. Hopefully he was doing well in their stay around the Capitol. Worst case maybe he could help her out a bit. He seemed good with basic instruction. A little too good maybe. She'd shake her head at the thought, eventually deciding to at least try eating some of the food on her plate. \n\nAs he would ask how good she was at cooking, Melody would let out a nervous laugh.*\"Well not as good as my combat skills if that's what you're wondering-. But... I can at least make the most basic meals. I think going out and personally handing meals out is a nice way to build up trust. You learn a lot when you take the time to get to know people. Who knows? Maybe someone will tell us about the things going on around the neighborhood so that we can offer to help.\"*She'd say before continuing to eat her food.*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf would start to finish the rest of his meals, enjoying the food - though not surprised at all. It probably isn't the first... Or tenth time he has tried the food here. After all, his wife own the restaurant.* \n\n\"Oh! In that case, I have something I can teach you.\" *Sirdan grinned, regaining some self-confidence,*\"I've learnt a lot about Salvainian and Runran cuisine. I've been living here for years, you know.\" \n\n*He closed his eyes and thought for a bit.* \n\n\"How about we meet up tomorrow and we'll start going on a mission to distribute some alms in the slums?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well I wouldn't mind getting to learn how to cook the kinds of dishes they make around here.\"*She'd say with a smile. Though she didn't finish her food completely, she ate enough to fill herself up for the time being.\n\nShe'd place her utensil down, sitting back upright as he'd offer them to meet up and start working on preparing the food the next day.*\"Sounds like a plan.\"*She'd say.*\"Where and when should we meet up tomorrow?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan thought on the most appropriate time.* \n\n\"Tommorow at ten, right before afternoon. We can start preparing our meal and bring it around noon time - when most people are away for lunch and having their biggest meal. Then we can wheel it into the slums and have it distributed.\" \n\n\"Or we could look for a spot to purchase where we can run the shop. Hmph, if only there is a way to keep the food hot and safe on the way there.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Maybe we should set up shop there. It could allow us to make this a more reoccurring thing to give them something nice to look forward to.\"*She'd say.*\"Kind of like an event of sorts. A time to bond more with those living out there. It would at least allow us to interact more with the community, being guildmembers and all. Tomorrow at ten should work fine though.\"*The Centaur would nod in agreement.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Indeed. But we'll have to maintain the shop and the place. Perhaps we could convince some people to do so on our behalf... An outpost and a permanent kitchen of some sort.\" \n\n*He waved over the waiter and paid his bill, splitting them between Melody and him - him paying the larger share due to how much he ate.* \n\n\"I must say, you look very much like an elf in this form.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*With Sirdan seemingly settled on the idea, Melody would give a nod of agreement. She'd take out the money to pay the rest of the bill for the food before eventually standing up.*\"Well it is what I transformed into.\"*She'd say in a tone of amusement. The Centaur wasn't sure if it was a joke or not, but either way it was pretty funny in her eyes.*\"I mainly just use this to get to certain places more easily though. As you can probably guess with me just trying to come inside.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*He stood up and followed her outside of the restaurant,*\"I definitely would've mistaken you for one of my brethren if you came here in this form. It is quite convenient for going around in restaurants, too.\" \n\n*He chuckled,*\"Anyway. Shall we part way and see you tomorrow?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"It's definitely a neat trick.\"*She'd say. Walking outside, the glow would reappear along her body gradually shifting back to its normal deer-like form.*\"But I think this appearance looks better on me. Don't you think?\"\n\n*She'd continue a bit further, coming to a stop as he'd ask if they should part ways for the time being.*\"See you then.\"*She'd answer with a smile, turning away to trot off.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He turned toward Melody and shake his head,*\"You look like a frolicking, happy deer in the forest. Like a legendary guardian or something.\" *Sirdan grinned,*\"So keep that unless you are in a restaurant.\" \n\n*He waved goodbye to her, and then walked back to his house. What a day... He decided that he would spend the rest of the evening training. He'll be defeated no more.*"
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*A ship. An entire ship. And he planned to use it to ship in ingredients? Just how wealthy was this adventurer? Fortunately, it didn't seem like they would be having competition with each other. But he could be lying. Tian knew of many silver tongued merchants. She would have to be careful navigating the negotiation.*\n\n\"So a sort of grab and go type of thing?\"\n\n*And spices. Hu Lang didn't actually buy all her spices from the market. Some of it she made at home, with a special little thing called 'alchemy'. It yielded 10% less, but she could assure herself that she would never run out of material. Nothing was out of stock. Plus, she could gain easy access to herbs not native to Salvania.*\n\n\"Ingredients? What kind?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Any kind really. And if you want certain types of ingredients, we could sign a contract. Of course it'll be discounted if there's a contract. But you could also just order if you don't have anything and we'll see what we can do. I'm planning on mostly doing business with, well businesses. But we'll still be open to the public. Just don't expect special treatment.\" *Kibaru said as he explained his proposal to her with the hopes she might agree* \"But mostly spices and some meat. Not really planning on selling much greens unless it's demand is high enough\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"And will it be better than what I can get here? Meat spoils easily. I want to make sure my customers get the best product they can buy. For me, quality is key. It's just extra security for my business. I've had some encounters with some less than ideal people looking for partnership.\"\n\n*A contract certainly did sound nice. However, in the past, she had encountered some not so nice contracts. One time, a housing agent had attempted to get her to sell her property with the addition of money. Another time, a slaughterhouse, only for it to be a front for a crime lord. She only found out after the local police had discovered them; she had not yet signed the contract, but had been willing. And now this one, from an adventurer.*"
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Tacky. Hu Lang didn't think so. It was clearly a nice place; well decorated with high fashion. Perhaps Kibaru was not used to the Salvanian style of fine dining; he was a northerner like she was, after all.*\n\n\"Hm. Of course. That is unfortunate though, as I do have an extensive menu. Recently I've been experimenting with a quick hot bowl: some curry sauce or stew or something similar over rice. However, I still have normal dishes as well. Noodles, rice, chicken, beef... What do you plan on serving?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Anything not as fancy really. But I'm focusing on more... Western foods. And meat at that. Like boar, chicken, and any other magical creature close to that. I want food that when you eat it, it feels like home. Maybe I should try adding some ramen to the menu...\" *The last part was mostly Kibaru thinking to himself* \"Well I will be going to Runra pretty soon to experience their cuisine for myself and maybe add a few items. Anything you don't want me making at my place?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm. I think all restaurants want to achieve that.\"\n\n*So more of a traditional Salvanian cuisine then. This would be fine. Ramen was certainly a Northern thing, but Hu Lang didn't have any of that. She had similar noodle soups, but not ramen specifically. And she was Kengutanese. Not Runran.*\n\n\"Well, here's the menu. I don't think you would have been planning to serve any of it anyways, but just in case.\"\n\n*Hu Lang handed Kibaru a quite large piece of paper, detailed with all the different dishes.*"
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*While she was incredibly busy most days, this was not one of them. Late at night typically had swathes of people pouring in for drinks; perhaps the recent holidays had something to do with it. She __had__ been incredibly busy this past weekend, so the okamimi was not worried about income.*\n\n*In fact, her restaurant was more successful than she could imagine. From a small curry stall on the side of the road, into a full sized, respected establishment. While she had branched out into Salvanian dishes, the Blooming Lotus was most certainly known for it's Runran style food. Busy, yes. But also proud. The bar had certainly helped draw popularity; food and drink in one spot had contributed greatly.*\n\n*Tian was simply cleaning her shot glasses. Most were crystal clear, matching most of the sake she had. However, some glasses were colored, matching various drinks. Whiskey, beer, a special one she called moonshine; a spectacle was what she enjoyed putting on. Looking around, her gold and blue eyes saw nothing interesting of note. Just a typical day.*"
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "*Hara would enter the blooming lotus at some point in the night, seeing that there was still light inside. She was clearly some kind of warrior. She had quite a large ornate sword on her back and some interesting choice of armour. The purple haired Okamimi wandered in with a curious look in her eye, making her way over towards the counter. She set her backpack down near a chair and moved to sit down, raising a hand slightly to wave Hu over.*\n\"Hello. You serve Runran food here?\" *She asked, glancing around, the smell made it obvious but it was always polite to ask.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*And just as she thought it was going to be a normal day, she recieved an unusual visitor. An adventurer, no doubt. With purple hair, a sword, and... Interesting armor that definitely drew a slight bit of jealousy from the okamimi. Regardless, she immediately set down the glass she was cleaning to approach the newcomer.*\n\n\"That's our specialty! What do you have on mind? Curry, noodles, perhaps soup? And any drinks to accompany it?\"\n\n*A brief glance at the other remaining customers showed that Hara definitely was drawing attention.*"
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "*She didn't seem too uncomfortable with the ammount of attention she was generating, she looked /almost/ bored. She drummed her fingertips on the countertop.* \"Egg fried rice and some spring rolls, if you have them.\" *She glanced around the resteraunt, looking over Hu.* \"Have you been in Salvania for long?\" *She asked, deciding to make some smalltalk.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Egg fried rice and spring rolls? Pretty simple dishes, though delicious ones at that. Nodding, Hu Lang went to one of her workers before turning back to the customer.*\n\n\"Egg fried rice for the front. I'll get the spring rolls. Now ma'am, with meat or vegetarian? And fried or cold? I recommend fried with meat inside; I don't get this whole 'vegetarian' business.\"\n\n*Hu Lang began preparing the inside filling, grabbing carrots, cucumber, and cilantro, along with several balls of dough from a magical ice chest. Grabbing a nearby knife, the chef began expertly slicing the vegetables before working on the dough, rolling them out into thin circles.*\n\n\"Hm? Oh yes, I've been in Salvania for about 4 years now. Started out as a small curry stall, and now I have, well, this! You're an adventurer, I assume?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Meat and fried.\" *She gave a little shrug.* \"As long as its tasty and filling it doesn't bother me.\" *She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned forward, idly watching as Hu Lang prepared her food.*\n\"Four years? That's a long time. I haven't been here that long really, a few months at most. I suppose i'm an adventurer, haven't found any *Good* Work yet, just odd jobs.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The okamimi nodded at Hara's choice, beginning to prepare 2 woks, each with a bit of oil. Cabbage and pork went into the first, with the uncooked wrappings going into the second.*\n\n\"4 years isn't that long. It's a fraction of my life, and there's places here that have existed for generations. Some more than my entire life.\"\n\n*Chopsticks were used to take the slightly browned wrappings out of the oil, and the okamimi's other hand expertly stir fried the cabbage and pork, soon to be transferred into another bowl.*\n\n \"Odd jobs? I imagine they still involve fighting and all, given the weapon.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Protection, mostly. I haven't had to use the sword in a long time, not since I left home.\" *She let out a quiet hum, straightening her back and letting out a huff.* \"I'm Hara, by the way.\" *She gave a polite nod and a small smile as she continued to observe her food being cooked, taking a deep breath.* \"How's business?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Oh? Then what are you working as then?\"\n\n*Vegetables and lightly stir fried filling were placed in the wrapping, which was then rolled for a total of 4 large spring rolls. The rolls were then placed in the hot, sizzling oil, where it began to bubble. The smell of fried dough and meat began to waft throughout the restaurant, and Hu Lang relaxed with the smell, smiling.*\n\n\"Ah, I never get tired of this smell.\"\n\n*Tian quickly turned to the back, yelling to reach the worker in the back before turning back to Hara.*\n\n\"How's that fried rice coming along?! Business is pretty good. Slow today, but you should have seen the last few days. People coming in left and right. Garlic sauce or chili oil?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Garlic.\" *She'd quickly answer, taking out a few coins to be ready to pay for the food when it arrived.* \"I'm inbetween work at the moment, but I did some caravan guarding on my way here.\" *She set a few coins down on the counter.* \"How come the last few days were busy? Some kind of holiday?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The worker soon came with a steaming plate of fried rice, neatly molded into a mound with space around it, garnished with green onion. The spring rolls were golden brown, arranged neatly around the rice. Finally, the Okamimi got a jar of garlic sauce, scooping some into a sauce dish before setting it in front of the would be adventurer.*\n\n\"Caravan guarding. Not bad, I suppose. We want merchants to bring their spices over. Yes, it was recently... Auctobal, Salvanians call it?\"\n\n*Hu Lang neatly scoops up the coins, placing them in an unknown container.*\n\n\"Enjoy!\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Actobal? Strange local customs..\" *She uttered, though smiled as her food arrived.* \"Thank you.\" *She'd tuck into her food, and it looked like she quite enjoyed it. It's been a while since she got to enjoy the cuisine of her own people. She'd fall quiet for a while as she ate her meal. After she'd ate most of it she'd start to talk again.* \"So what's your name?\" *Her expression seemed to look a little brighter now that she had some fresh hot food.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"All I know about it is that people usually dress up in costumes. I did so as a Jiang-Shi; no stiff movements from me though, ha. That'd make cooking too difficult.\"\n\n*Hara seemed to be enjoying her food, putting a smile on Hu Lang's face. She kept the woks on, just in case she wanted to cook something for herself later.*\n\n\"I'm Hu Lang. Seems like you enjoyed the food, eh?\"\n\n*After looking around, the night didn't seem to be getting any busier. Most of the remaining customers left, save for two lovebirds in the corner staring at each other, lost in thought. Opening a bottle from under the counter, Hu Lang poured herself a glass of a drink she called 'moonshine', a silvery alcohol that shimmered like metal.*"
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"It's lovely, it's been so long since I ate proper food.\" *She continued to eat, just at a little slower pace. Hara glanced around and noticed how quiet the resteraunt had become. She seemed to think for a moment and it looked like something crossed her mind, causing her to blink a little.* \"Wait a minute.. Oh, I've heard of you before.\" *She swallowed the food that was in her mouth.* \"I've met your previous fiancee a few times.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Ah, glad to give you a taste of the real stuff then.\"\n\n*Hu Lang took a sip of the alcohol, reveling in its strong taste and clear flavor. Her eyes soon noticed Hara's change in expression though, darting towards her. It took her a second to realize who Hara was talking about, then her eyes widened as the half-empty glass slipped out of her fingers, bouncing on top of the countertop before spinning to a stop.*\n\n\"Oh, yeah. Sirdan? We were together for a bit. Just couldn't work out well. I wanted to stay, he wanted to travel. *Sigh* Unfortunate.\"\n\n*Tian once again looked at Hara, looked at her 'interesting armor, then back to her eyes.*\n\n\"He didn't try to flirt with you, did he? He tended to be a chaser when I used to meet with him regularly.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "*She couldn't help but smirk a bit as her first thought went to asking if he flirted with her.* \"We did eat dinner together once, that was the extent of it. Why didn't you want to travel? The resteraunt?\" *She pulled out a little flask of something and took a short sip. She noticed Hu's eyes glancing over her, she didn't seem to mind all that much.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Yeah. I live in this building, on the second floor. I can't leave this, especially since I manage so much. From drinks, to cooking, to prep, to settling... Disputes. Dinner, eh? He was a good cook I'll give him that. Good enough to help out here from time to time.\"\n\n*Normally she would have offered Hara a drink, but the mention of her former fiance (if they could even be called that) put a slight downer on her. The only lover she had ever had in her life; oh well, there would be others. Still, the cut ached.*\n\n\"Better watch out, or he'll get you.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"I'll watch out, don't worry. I'm hardly the settle-down type myself. I doubt I could handle a fiancee or a marriage right now anyway.\" *She finished off her food and shifted in her seat, it didn't look like Hara intended to get up and leave yet.* \"You're probably better off without him, if he wants to travel and adventure so much it'd just end up with you hardly seeing him.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Yeah. Probably. I guess it's good that I didn't just go with the first guy who caught my fancy. Don't think anyone's tried to go for me yet. Maybe they've seen me angry too many times. Kicked out a bit too many rowdy customers.\"\n\n*Hu Lang omitted the fact that she beat several over the head with a lamppost.*\n\n\"I suppose you're like that too? You said it's been a while since you've had proper food. All out and about.\"\n\n*The okamimi picked up the fallen glass; fortunately, no alcohol was spilled. Downing the rest of it in one gulp, she poured herself another glass.*"
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"A little. If i'm honest i just got tired of my life being stagnant back home. I wanted a change of scenery and lifestyle, and being able to do whatever I feel like.\" *She smirked a little bit.* \"Do you have any Sake in?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm. So the adventurous type. Funny, I left my home to settle down, and you left it to get ramped up. Sake? We have plenty. Now, you looking just for something to drink? Or the good stuff?\"\n\n*Setting her cup down, Hu Lang readied her collection of colored glassware, looking along the bar.*\n\n\"We got the standard, plum wine, hot, cold, the whole thing!\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Plum wine, hot, let's be a little adventurous.\" *She grinned a little, not having taste that before.* \"So things were busy back home? What brought you to settle down in salvania?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Ooh, good one. Most don't realize how good hot sake is; it's good cold as well, but a hot one really brings out the flavor.\"\n\n*Putting a bowl of hot water over the flame, a gourd of sake was left to warm up. A red or purple tinted cup was chosen, mimicking the color of a plum skin.*\n\n\"A bit too much for my liking. Some familial disputes. My brother and I... Disagreed on how things should be. So I left. Fortunately they seemed to be fine with the idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "*She nodded along as Hu spoke, finding the family story relatable. She shifted in her seat a little and leaned more on the counter.* \"For me it was being the eight child, couldn't help but feel like an after thought. Mm. Ah well. I'm enjoying this nee freedom.\""
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Eighth child? I feel bad for your mother; my mom only had to deal with my twin brother and I. We did get a lot of attention, just, different types.\"\n\n*The warm sake was ready. Hu Lang gracefully poured Hara a cup, the wine looking like the juicy flesh of a plum while the glass had the color of its skin.*\n\n\"Here you go!\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Lucky. I love my siblings but, its hard to stand out from the crowd.\" *She smiled and took thd cup of sake, giving it a little sniff before drinking. Her eyes went ever so slightly wide and she nodded in approval.* \"It's good.\" *She commented, drinking more.* \"I don't think i've ever seen this back where i lived.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Couldn't relate. I mean, I wish my brother well. But we weren't that close. I guess that's what 100 years of living with a person does to you.\"\n\n*Hu Lang swirled her own cup of moonshine around, smiling at Hara's reaction.*\n\n\"Glad you like it. Plums are a common fruit where I'm from. Only makes sense to make a lot of things with them. Eat them, make wine with them, plum sauce for dishes, I just have to import them. Can't live without them.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"100 years? Quite a long life. I'm not even a quater your age.\" *She smirked a little, sipping more Sake.* \"They mostly picked cherries where i'm from. I'm a little bit sick of cherries, even after four months of being away.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Yep, I'm an old lady. Fortunately, I still look young. Okamimi live for a long time. You're a young one then. Under 25...I'd guess 20?\"\n\n\"Cherries? I remember the petals. Never ate them much. Made a couple pies with Salvanian ones. They're quite sweet though, compared to apple or pumpkin. It goes down great with a glass of milk.\"\n\n*Hu Lang chugged down the rest of her alcohol, setting it down.*\n\n\"That's enough drink for me tonight.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Nineteen.\" *One year under. She definately looked quite young. She downed the rest of her Sake and slipped a coin onto the table to pay for it.* \"I shouldn't get too drunk too.\" *She drummed her fingertips on the counter.* \"Well, it was lovely meeting you. I think i'll stop by again sometime soon.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"19? Definitely young. Barely an adult.\"\n\n*Hu Lang looked at the coin, hitting the side of it with her glass, causing it to spin up in the air where she caught it.*\n\n\"Glad to hear it. Do come again! Perhaps after your next adventure?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "*She smiled and stood up.* \"Maybe tomorrow, who knows. Well, have a good night, see you soon.' *She gave a polite bow before turning and walking out.*"
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Happy hour. A necessary tactic in order to continue business. To avoid the dying down of customers, bars typically ran it after hours.*\n\n*Now was after that.*\n\n*The restaurant still contained people, but the rush began to slowly die down. Drunkards, whether they be commoners or mercenaries, wandered out after paying their dues. A waitress swept up a broken glass thrown at someone's head in a bar fight; Hu Lang had ended it as soon as it began, fortunately.*\n\n*Said Hu Lang was wiping down the tables, slightly messy after the bar fight. Her right hand was slightly shaky, with tooth marks on her knuckles. The okamimi sighed, brushing back her silver hair as her azure and gold eyes scanned the room. No more trouble. No more hurting her hand tonight.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Just as it seemed like the night was calming down, in walked Sivne. The 7'8ft tall towering Brayer ducked her head as she entered the tavern. She was wearing unusually fancy and well made clothes in a mix of fashion between Hasaapian and Mentian. Her backpack was probably as big as a dwarf and looked quite heavy, but she didn't seem to struggle with it at all. Once inside she moved to the counter, setting her things down before carefully lowering herself into a seat.*"
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "Sol was... Where was Sol again?\n\nOh, right. She was in Salvania for some business. How that business went down and how she ended up in the neighborhood was a mystery, but here she was, standing before the doors of a tavern in a slightly different getup; plain brown robes in place of her usual whites, with none of the shimmering trinkets present. Though her hair was left unchanged.\n\nQuietly, she pushed the doors open and peeked inside."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*And she thought today couldn't get any more chaotic. Then a massive brayer walked in, probably twice her height. She probably couldn't fight her even if she tried.*\n\n\"W-welcome to the Blooming Lotus! What can I get you today?\"\n\n*Her sharp eyes then switched to a brown robed woman, modestly dressed.*\n\n\"Oh hello there! Come on in, what can I get you?\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She adjusted how she sat in the stool, keeping her hooves planted on the ground. She didn't fully trust that the stool wouldn't buckle under her.*\n\"Mmh.. Something strong, won't feel it otherwise.\""
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{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "\"I'll... Uhm, please get me something light to start. And something to eat with it, please.\"\n\nShe made her way in somewhat hesitantly, revealing the plain wooden staff slung diagonally across her back, then made for the counter as well. On taking a careful seat she took off her outer coat, leaving it as a bundle on her knees."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The okamimi almost cringed as she heard the wood slightly creak, bearing the weight of the massive bovine lady. Compared that to the other newcomer, seemingly shy and contained.*\n\n\"One strong and one light. Any preference for flavor? Or maybe something special?\"\n\n*A light white wine was selected for the smaller woman, while for the Brayer, Hu Lang could either choose a classic sake or a special recipe she called 'moonshine'.*\n\n\"And for something to eat, also light?\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"Mmh... Taste doesn't matter.\" *She shook her head, though the talk of food did remind her.* \"I'll have food too, something with a big cut of meat.\" *She took out a fairly big bag of money, setting it down on the counter and rooting through it with her beefy fingers, plucking out a few coins.*"
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "\"Yes, that would be ideal.\" Sol nods, producing a much smaller pouch that rattled loosely, which landed atop the folded outerwear. In the meantime, she would sneak a furtive glance at the much taller customer every now and then."
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*The large brayer did also glance down to her. Something about Sol was.. Different. She wasn't entirely convinced she was a macen, and she seemed to pick up on an accent. She turned more to look at her, more obviously inspecting her.*\n\"..Mm. Where are you from?\" *She asked, directly.*"
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "It became rather apparent when someone else's attention was on her, and Sol could only sigh inwardly at how her expectations were exceeded, but not in a good way. Why had the other customer suddenly decided to start a conversation? Nonetheless, it seemed to be a fairly innocous question, so she would reply after a bit of pondering,\n\n\"I live in Vunraurie.\" Followed by a milder \"Why?\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"..Mmh. Just asking.\" *Her suspicions proved unfounded, it seems. She turned back to face Hu Lang, waiting for the food and drinks.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*For a second, she considered the basic sake, but decided on the much stronger moonshine. The magical alcohol shimmered an almost silvery white, like the skybound body it was named after.*\n\n\"Hana! A porkchop and a plate of curry, small!\"\n\n*A macen cook appeared, giving a thumbs up before appearing back inside.*\n\n\"It may take a bit. Good food takes some time, y'know. In the meantime though-\"\n\n*Hu Lang expertly spun the glasses, pouring moonshine and a light golden ale, serving them to their respective customers.*\n\n\"Vunraurie? Where is that?\""
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "...That was it? Her brows furrowed lightly just as the drinks were handed out, leaving Sol to reach for her glass and take a small, measured nip of it. The pause would not be too awkwardly long though, given the sudden question from the keep.\n\n\"Mhm, it's quite a ways away in the northeast. Beyond Lymia.\" Having a border country should help in pinpointing the place at least.\n\n\"And what about you, my large sized... Friend?\" Was that the right word to use for addressing someone who was almost a stranger? That she was not sure of at the moment."
}
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{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She reached forward and grabbed the glass of moonshine. Her eyes looked over it before she raised the glass and downed the contents in one go, chugging it all. She put the glass back down and let out a quiet humming sound, contemplating the taste.*\n\n*She looked over to Sol as she asked the question.* \"Mmh? Anushken. I'm from a small tribe of my people out from the east. Then I moved to Mipmi and now i've got my own place.\""
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "That drew a little wince from Sol, who was watching. Mostly from recollecting the previous time she had downed several much smaller shots and woke up the second day with a terrible headache.\n\n\"Mhm, I see.\" Another sip of her own. A little burst of fruit raced up her tongue, and for the moment that was all she was occupied with, the lingering aftertaste."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The smaller woman seemed slightly disappointed in some way. Hopefully it was something minor that could be fixed.*\n\n\"That's quite a long ways away. A traveler?\"\n\n*Hu Lang's eyes widened as the brayer downed the moonshine in one gulp. It was strong, much stronger than regular alcohol. If vodka was about 40%, this was perhaps 80%. However, there was a hint of sweetness to it, almost as if there was a hint of orange.*\n\n*Sol's ale on the other hand was a mix of flavors. Peach, lemon, perhaps berries? It was difficult to tell.*\n\n\"I'm assuming you're an adventurer, miss uh...\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "The Ursinoid entered the tavern and cast a quick glance around. There seemed to be plenty of other patrons around. It was hard to tell who's who in the crowd, despite her commanding height of 6'7\" Providing a comfortable view over most other customers. She made her way towards the bar to grab a drink."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Welcome to the Blooming Lotus! What can I get you today?\"\n\n*Seems like she was getting some good business, even after happy hour.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Sivne nodded to Hu Lang, letting out a hum.* \"Warlord. Tarkhan. I don't care too much about what people call me. My name is Sivne, though.\" *She then looked over her shoulder and waved Sonja over.* \"Mmh, here she is.\" *She said with a slight smirk, pushing the glass back towards Hu.* \"I'll have a beer.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm? You two know each other?\"\n\n*Hu Lang accepted the glass, pouring a golden, bubbling beer before serving it back to Sivne. It was one typically found, made from high quality grain.*\n\n\"A classic, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "It didn't take more than a moment to spot her traveling companion. The Ursinoid lumbered over, giving Sivne and the others a wave in turn. She found a seat next to the larger Brayer woman, before giving their bartender a nod.\n\n\"...I'll have one of those too.\" Sonja requested, providing little explanation to Sivne about her apparent tardiness."
},
{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*The man the myth the short king Silnari arrived to the tavern. He was a small fellow of 5ft with medium blond sandy hair and bright green eyes. Long ears even for a Silnari, skin slightly tan as he seems to be a Scralian in decent. Seemingly a peasant of some kind based on his outfit, not currently in his mercenary gear or carrying that many weapons except for a small dagger he honestly just looks like your average fellow.*\n\n*Curious and bright eyes scanned the tavern as he walked in before he spotted two familiar faces. An overjoyed smile gracing his lips as he waved to Sonja and Sivne. Without a word the lad moved over to sit with them, sitting on the other side of Sivne opposite Sonja and giving the large brayer a mirthful wink as he got comfortable. Now he just glanced about... Wondering what he'll have. Though the two that know him can probably guess he'll be getting water as always.*"
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "*Oh, wow. What are the chances indeed?*\n\nSol raised her brows over her half-finished drink, gaze darting between the Brayer and the Ursinoid. The ears and horns were pretty obvious...\n\n*Three animals walk into a bar...*\n\nThere was no punchline to that one, but Sol had to cover her sudden grin anyway as she glanced away, into the opposite direction.\n\n*Ah, another one joined in?*\n\nShe eyed the new arrival with much curiosity."
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She picked up her beer and took a swig of it, nodding to Sonja as she sat down. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Shaw. A brief smile crossed her face as she raised her tankard a little.*\n\"Took your time.\" \n*She remarked, reaching over and ruffling his hair with a bigger smile.* \n\"Go on, order, i'm paying.\"\n*A Bull lady, a bear lady and a twink elf walk into a bar, and they all know each other, curious.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hi, welcome to the Blooming Lotus! What can I get for you today?\"\n\n*Man she was really sounding like an automaton at this point. Her sharp eyes quickly read Shaw's body language; he was clearly familiar with both the bear and Sivne. Pouring the bear a beer, food quickly comes over.*\n\n\"Porkchop for Sivne and small curry for, uh, the smaller miss.\"\n\n*The curry was not indeed small. In fact, it seemed almost average sized. Chunks of beef, carrot and onion dotted the beautiful sauce, paired with fluffy white rice.*\n\n*The porkchop was covered with a slight glaze, sprinkled with sesame seeds and green onion. A side of greens on the side with sliced garlic on top accompanied it.*"
},
{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*The man had a bright smile on his face. He momentarily glanced towards Sol and gave her a friendly wave, the lad was certainly friendly that much was clear.*\n\n*He gave a sheepish smile at the comment of time, slightly nervous as he did spend a little more time than necessary going about his wanderings. Though that tension is banished as the hair ruffle is given, leaning into it as he scoffs and just gently bats the brayers hand away with a chuckle. Though he does give a small ruffle back to her arm as he cant exactly reach her hair.*\n\n*He'd just glance towards the bartender, quietly speaking up as he mutters his order* \"W-water please?\" *He might order something else... He didnt want to be a patron not paying... Well Sivne was paying as usual for him. He'd gesture to the small curry as well and raise a finger insinuating he'd like one as well. Not that he was too hungry but Sivne could afford it really.*\n\n*He'd then glance at the other patrons of the bar, wondering just what they're up to.*"
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "Sonja bid the bar tender a nod of thanks as her drink was poured. It didn't take long before she started sipping the beer. Her arrival was hardly the end of new customers though, as a quick glance informed her. The bear recognized Shaw, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She knew she was in good company amongst her traveling companions.\n\n\"Took a wrong turn,\" Sonja admitted to Sivne. \"And then the guards didn't like the look I gave them.\" The Ursinoid shook her head. Honestly, what was so suspicious about a giant, heavily armed bear woman wandering about? Thankfully the matter had been resolved without bloodshed. \"I'm here now.\"\n\nThe rather meek words from Shaw made Sonja raise an eyebrow. \"Here, try something stronger.\" She offered him her own mug of beer."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"...Water? There's so many good options! Are you *Suuuureee*?\"\n\n*Hu Lang smiled as the bear offered the Silnari a beer. Seems like he'd be getting a good taste. Maybe he'd order his own.*\n\n\"Hana, one more small curry!\""
},
{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*He chuckled at the mention of the guards not liking the look of Sonja... His friends really did have a problem with looking intimidating. Double edged sword he supposed with being the giant scary warriors that they are.*\n\n*Though as the bear offered him her mug he just looked down at it hesitantly. Pursing his lips as he sighs and gives into the offer. He... Wasnt one to really touch alcohol often. As the mug was brought up to his lips his face scrunched up in a grimace and he took a large sips that quickly caused him to sputter and cough as he moved the mug away and just held it back for the bear. Face slightly red and a taste that made him almost gag. Never was one for the taste of it. Gods forbid the Silnari drink a full mug lest he get utterly intoxicated.*\n\n*He shook his head and just slid the mug back to the bear and gave her a thumbs up and a nod of the head that said he'd had enough. As for Tian Hua's question he once more nodded, quite certain about his choices.*"
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{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "Sonja found herself mildly amused by the explosive reaction. She supposed not everyone was so accustomed to such things. Not wanting to be totally heartless, the Ursinoid gave Shaw an encouraging pat on his back, as if to reward him for his courage. Though admittedly, she did see it as a rather low bar.\n\n\"Huh. You handled that better than I expected.\" The bear remarked, managing the slightest of grins. \n\nIt didn't take her long to retrieve her mug. Soon she was seamlessly sipping on it once more, with hardly a perceptible reaction."
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "She returned that wave with a nod, just as her order of food arrived and she chuckled. Party because it certainly could be interpreted as a small dish—for the Brayer, that is, and partly because—\n\n\"Smaller miss is fine.\" Head dipping in good-natured laughter. \"But if it is convenient for you, just Sol will do.\"\n\nThough the smell certainly got the better of her, for the ale was temporarily set aside and Sol took a spoonful.\n\nAt things considered; not bad at all. Her gaze continued wandering, inspecting the other customers, but it didn't take long before she concluded that the trio sitting together was the most interesting. So she cupped her head in one hand, and observed."
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang crossed her arms in a slight pout, expressing herself in an obviously joking manner.*\n\n\"Huh, so my beer's no good for you then? So be it!\"\n\n\"Sol? Simple. I like it.\"\n\n*Resting her elbows on the bar, Hu Lang looked at the trio, her white tail swishing back and forth.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Sivne continued to drink her beer. When Shaw took a swig of Sonja's mug she let out a a quiet, rumbling laugh.* \"The beer's fine, quit being a wuss.\" *She remarked, putting some money on the table to pay for the food and drinks ordered. Once the porkchop came she tucked into it, tearing it up with her teeth and devouring it in a timely manner.* \"Mm.. Pork..\" *She said whilst eating, clearly enjoying the meal. Omnomnom.*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Pluto (Sivne/Hara)** Leveled up!\n **|** Extra rewards were added for missing levels"
},
{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*Shaw harumphed at being called a wuss. A mock glare is given up to Sivne as he sticks his tongue out and pouts slightly before he looks back to the bartender... He'll grumble something under his breath and just put one finger up and point to the mugs of beer the others are drinking. He'll have one and totally prove them wrong.* \n\n*As for the lad's water, he'll just have a small sip for now, he might as well enjoy something refreshing whilst he can, a small content sigh coming from him. Hit the spot, suffice to say. Though now he wondered wether he should be a little cheeky... Perhaps later. Best not do something silly seeing as how he just got here.*"
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang graciously accepted the coin, watching as the scrawny elf decided to try again. A cold beer is poured once again, served to the elf.*\n\n\"You gotta drink up if you wanna grow up, you know?\"\n\n*Looking around, Hu Lang saw some other customers leaving. Seeing no one else pour in, Hu Lang decided to pour herself a drink. A nice, simple soju, strong and hard.*\n\n\"So, what's the occasion? Or did you all just decide to stop by my lovely place?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"Hunger.\" Sonja swiftly replied. That's was the main reason she'd stopped here by the bar. She pulled a gold coin out of her pocket and slid it across the counter towards their bartender. The Ursinoid then motioned towards a pork roast that another patron was chomping on nearby. \"That, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Sol",
"message": "*Ah, she'd finished her own drink. When did that happen?*\n\nThe tavern seemed to be slowly clearing out—not that it was much of a surprise seeing what hour it was, and Sol was turning the glass left and right in her free hand.\n\nIf she had to hazard a guess, a quarter of her attention was on the glass, half on the trio, and the remaining quarter was sinking into happy-fun-land. Perhaps the ale was already starting to have an effect.\n\n \"I'll have another drink, something slightly stronger please.\" The curry was finished as well. Now when had she done that? \"As for how I got here... Hmm, let's say I had something to attend to in the area and missed a meal in the meantime.\""
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"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*Shaw just gestured to the brayer and bear. He was honestly just following them two to catch up.*\n\n*As for the beer he was poured he'd just glance at the stuff hesitantly. Not too sure if he should try it or not but oh well. He already tried some. In for a copper in for a gold and so on. He took another slow sip and shuddered at the taste. Though it wasnt as bad as before at least though still he grimaced and shuddered. How did folks ever think this stuff would sell.*\n\n*He shook off his discomfort though and looked for the words he was thinking... Rather difficult as always but they came eventually.* \"...Missed them\" *Another gesture to the two he was sat with. What a sappy elf*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| [Fitz] Shaw** Leveled up!\n **|** Extra rewards were added for missing levels"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Eh, fair.\"\n\n*Hu Lang let the coin slide, before hitting the edge with her finger. It flipped and spun, the Okamimi letting it roll across her shoulder and into her other hand.*\n\n\"You bet. Hana! A pork roast!\"\n\n*These people were sure hungry.*\n\n\"Only slightly? I can give you that. A wine, maybe? Or whiskey?\"\n\n *Hu Lang held up bottles of red wine, white wine, and whiskey.*\n\n*However, her attention soon shot to Shaw, snickering slightly as he struggled to take down the liquor.*"
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{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*The premiere Runran restaurant in New Salvania, the Blooming Lotus, was not as busy as it should have been. Having once been a simple food stall, Hu lang had expanded into a full fledged restaurant, and she had become successful enough that she could afford 2 days off for restocking and rest in addition to mornings. Today's special was noodles, and the kemonomimi had just finished a large batch of fresh, hand pulled noodles, ready to be cooked. She turned to the other workers, giving them a reminder.*\n\n\"Don't leave them in for too long!\"\n\n*Her hands, arms and face dusted with flower, Tian took off her hat once away from the prep station, wiping her brow with a damp towel.*"
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Rather unnoticeably, a Trenton seemed to wander into the tavern. He looked lost, meekly holding a sheet of paper in his hands as he stumbled about. The Trenton himself was dressed in a green tunic with the standard clothing that came of a somewhat poor man. Notably, a sword and sheath on his belt, typical for some kind of adventurer.*\n\n*Gabriel managed to find his way to the bar, taking some time to get the tender's attention.*\n\"Excuse me- I'm here for a job? I've got the uh, application... Do you need this or, is there somewhere I need to be?\" \n*He seemed admittedly out of his depth and very uncomfortable.*"
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang's keen eyes see the dark skinned Treton enter easily, though that was no feat as he easily stood out from the rest of the crowd. He probably wasn't from here. Siuian? No, he didn't look quite like it. He was dressed in Salvanian or Mentian style clothing, after all.*\n\n*As he approached the bar, a pretty young kitsune would greet him.*\n\n\"Hi there, what can I get for you today?\"\n\n*She listened as Gabriel explained himself, then giggled.*\n\n\"Sorry sir, but I'm not aware of any drink called a 'job'. Haha, I'm kidding. You can go to Ms. Hu Lang over there.\"\n\n*The kitsune pointed over to Hu Lang, who was looking over.*"
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*The Trenton scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile. He gave the attendant a small bow in thanks, and moved on to 'Ms. Hu Lang'.*\n\n\"H-hello! My name is Gabriel Faraam Tarvech- The lady over there said to talk to you. I mean, I'm here for a job, and I've got my application as well.\"\n\n*As with most people, the Trenton quite easily stood over Hu Lang. Although in most regards he was completely average, height, build, age. He would have been given up for a Mentian, save for his foreign jewelry and decidedly not-mentian accent.*"
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "\"Hm, I see. I'm Hu Lang, the owner of this restaurant. Follow me.\"\n\n*Hu Lang would look up at him, looking at his features. Tian was small, and was perhaps mistakable for someone as young as 18, except for her gaze. It was definitely not one of someone innocent and young. She took the application from him, screening over it as she walked towards the kitchen and break room.*\n\n\"Tell me Gabriel, do you have any experience with cooking? And what style of cooking do you have? Mentian? Salvanian?\""
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*The trenton seemed to fumble with his hands as Hu Lang took the paper. Nodding quickly as he followed, glancing around in awe at the back half of her establishment. His attention then came back around to the small oriate, and he thought about her questions.*\n\"Uhm. Well, I don't actually have any *Formal* Training- But my younger sibling is a genius at cooking though, and whatever I know came from him!\"\n\n*Not exactly the most inviting portfolio for an employer, but Gabe seemed to believe it enough to qualify.*\n\"P-please miss, I'm sort of desperate for work. Even if im not in the kitchen, i'll do anything. I-im pretty strong too, so if you name a task I can do it no questions asked!\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "\"Hm, I see.\"\n\n*Hu Lang quickly scanned the piece of paper nonchalantly. Personal info, past job experiences, yada yada. She really didn't care. The kemono made a mental box in her head where she put Gabriel's important info, then discarded the rest. Why did she care about his past jobs?*\n\n*She then balled up the piece of paper and tossed it into one of the cooking fires.*\n\n\"I don't know what other jobs you've been to, but I operate a little differently. Follow me. Hana, take over!\"\n\n*A young macen girl bowed, then began directing the cooking staff. Hu Lang gestured to follow her, then moved into her own personal kitchen. Inside was several large ice chests, some containers of spices, herbs, and other stuff; basically anything a chef could ask for, but it was structured like an actual home kitchen.*\n\n\"You said you could cook, right? I don't care if you're formally trained, I wasn't either. Well, if you can cook, make something for me, and I'll eat it. Use anything you want, just be sure to clean up.\"\n\n*Hu Lang then began to prepare some tea for the two while they waited.*"
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Gabe followed Hu Lang closely, somewhat like a duckling and its mother. Arriving at their new destination, he takes a look around the place. It was definitely nice, nothing like they had at home though. Was this the norm for people in the mainland? Even Mira had a nice one like this in her home.*\n\n*The Trenton then looks towards Hu Lang as she instructs him. Nodding quickly as he takes his place behind the counter. He takes a little longer than you'd like to find everything he needs.*\n\"Thank you ma'am! I won't disappoint you.\" \n\n*He hoped anyway. Now then, to start. Gabe searched the ice chest for a fish, finding one and plopping it down on a cutting board. He carefully guts and debones the thing, slicing said meat up into portions.*\n\"Do you like sea food, Ms. Hu Lang?\""
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{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*Initially, Hu Lang thought that he would react to his work being tossed in the fire, but it seems he was hardier than she thought. Good. She nodded at his response, boiling some water and getting out some tea leaves.*\n\n\"I'm a fan of beef and pork myself, but I won't complain for seafood.\"\n\n*The okamimi looked over, and Gabriel's technique seemed passable. Good. Perhaps he would be a help in the kitchen after all.*"
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "\"Fish is the lifeblood of the town I come from. I grew up on it, any seafood really.\"\n\n*Gabe speaks idly while he separates the fish into two sets. His Trenton heritage finally makes itself known then as a sum of tentacles poke out from his back, hidden by his long poofy hair. They fetch a bowl of salt and some limes, delivering them to Gabe who promptly seasons one set of fish.*\n\n\"My kid brother managed to make such delicious meals, even if we didn't have much to use in the kitchen.\" \n\n*The tentacles then prepare two pans and move to ignite the stovetop. Some oil is spread over the pans, and the lime-salted fish is placed in one to cook. Meanwhile, the Trenton uses his tentacles to fetch some eggs, milk, and breading for the other slice.*\n\n\"How his eyes would sparkle when he thought up a recipe, or got the chance to cook something good. It was always a treat for the rest of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang would flinch slightly as the tentacles suddenly sprouted from Gabriel's back. A treton? She was then struck with curiosity, wondering if they had the same structure as octopus or squid. Would they taste the same? She quickly discarded those thoughts; that wasn't right.*\n\n*She looked over as the tea was getting ready, and saw a lime salted fish? She recognized eggs, milk and breading for the other slice. Fried fish, most likely. But what was he doing with the lime salted one? Tian had never seen this recipe before.*\n\n\"I see, so you learned from him? Where is he now?\""
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "\"Yeah, most of what I know comes from him. If I had to guess, he's back home in Pinnacelian. He's just a kid, so he's not traveling like I am.\"\n\n*Within a few moments, the other slices of fish are battered nicely. In said time, a sum of rice is washed in a pot by some tentacles. Gabriel then turns his attention to frying the battered fish. He adds a few seasonings to the lime fish, careful not to overdo it. By now the smell of half decent food was beginning to wafy out of the kitchen.*\n\n\"He, as well as the rest of my family are the reason I'm out here. They say it's easy to make money in the mainland, so I figure sending my earnings back would be easy enough.\" \n\n*The Trenton then sets the rice to boil, adding in some salt to the pot.*\n\n\"Admittedly, it hasn't gone well. Mercenary work seemed profitable, but few jobs exist outside of the war in Mentia. I'm no killer I'm afraid.\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "\"I see. Maybe he can work here when he's older.\"\n\n*Hu Lang sniffed the air, satisfied so far. She was slightly apprehensive of the lime though. It wasn't an ingredient she used often, either only for a certain kind of noodle soup or for a Salvanian (or was it Mentian?) style pie. So he was using it for fish?*\n\n*She frowned slightly as Gabriel added some salt to the rice. Why was he doing that? She would have to correct that later. Well, it wasn't terribly egregious.*\n\n\"Merc work is overrated. Going out there and risking getting yourself killed for some cash.\""
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "\"He'd be happy to hear something like that. I'm sure it's his dream to work at or even own a place like this.\" \n\n*As time marched the cooking of the meats and rice progressed. The lime fish would finish first, and was set out on a plate. Rather oddly, Gabriel would wrap a tendril around a knife and dice the fish up neatly. The rice also seemed about ready, having simmered and fluffed.*\n\n\"Sometimes cash is as good as blood. If I could set up all my siblings for the cost of a few wounds, I wouldn't mind.\"\n\n*He mixes the bits of fish and the rice together, before laying them out on a plate. Atop it is placed the fried fish, crispy and juicy.*\n\n\"Although such a deal would cost more than that, I'd imagine. Oh, and I'm finished-\" \n\n*Despite his proclamation, the dish was still largely disappointing. It definitely seemed cobbled together, a mix of a few ideas poorly executed in a single dish. At least everything seemed fully cooked.*\n\"It has been some time since I cooked for someone else. Usually I'm forced to scavenge and throw together whatever I have.\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang paused her judgement on his technique to pour two cups of tea, hot, calming and refreshing. She then looked at his final dish; a mix of the lime fish and rice, with the fried fish on top.*\n\n\"I see.\"\n\n*She spun the plate around, gathering the details, then lifted it to get a better sense of the aroma. Tian took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks, gathering some of the rice and only rice in the spoonful, taking the bite and chewing slowly. Then, the lime fish by itself. Then, the rice and lime fish. The fried fish solo, then with the rice, and then finally, all 3 parts of the dish at once. Each bite was washed down with a small sip of tea as Hu Lang remained completely emotionless throughout it.*\n\n*After taking enough bites to sample everything, she set her utensils down, and looked at Gabriel.*\n\n\"First things first, your presentation. It's definitely amateur. I'm not sure why you chose to make 2 different kinds of fish. One would have sufficed. And mixing the lime fish with the rice just made it messy, and mixing the rice makes it too sticky.\"\n\n\"You added salt when making the rice. Not that big of a deal, but we don't do that in this house. Your lime fish is too sour and salty. It's overpowering. Plus, it's a bit overcooked. That makes it blander and tougher.\"\n\n\"Now, onto the fried fish. Your browning is uneven, meaning that the coating is also uneven. With that, it means the levels of cooking aren't evenly distributed throughout. I don't have to eat the whole thing to tell. You should have abandoned the lime fish idea and just made all of it fried, and used the lime to flavor the fried fish, which I don't see any sauce nor seasoning for. And lemons would have fit this dish better.\"\n\n*Her gaze is harsh as she shows no mercy on criticizing the meal. Oddly enough though, she uses her chopsticks to break off a piece of the fried fish and eats it.*\n\n\"However, that being said, this thing isn't helpless. The fried fish is still flavorful and juicy. It can be difficu\n\nLt to evenly batter fried fish. And the fact that you battered it instead of a dry coat says something. That would have been incorrect in this case, though we do use it for certain dishes. The rice is a little sticky from the mixing, but it's cooked well.\""
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Gabe seemed to shrink with every negative remark from the analysis. It would seem his cooking skills were found to be wanting. And yet, his potential employer was still eating the dish? Apparently he wasn't horrible either. Gabriel put his hands together neatly, waiting for his final grade.*\n\n*Meanwhile the tentacles that sprouted on his back were fast at work, cleaning the freshly used pans and pots. The Trenton was nothing if efficient, and seemed to possess the ability to multitask even unconsciously with his excess appendages.*\n\n\"I understand miss... Look, I don't have to be a cook or even involved in the kitchen. I haven't had a paycheck in weeks, and anything will do-\"\n\n*He quickly bowed to the Oriate, apparently sincere in his groveling.*"
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang watched as the seemingly large figure began to shrink like a piece of bread being squeezed. Was she that harsh? Or perhaps he was sensitive? Regardless, customer service seemed to be a bad idea for him. Plus it would mess up the immersion of cute kitsune maids taking orders.*\n\n*Her sharp eye caught him washing the dishes at the same time though. Sure, his cooking wasn't the best. But a body was a body, and his was extraordinary. With its versatility, that is.*\n\n\"Well, of course I'm not putting you in the kitchen yet. Your cooking could improve, and you've yet to even learn about Runran food. I'll pay you 3 silver a day, to be generous, washing dishes. You seem to be pretty proficient at it.\""
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{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Three silver a day... A definite downgrade from the few jobs as a mercenary he had managed to get. Still, beggers can't be choosers, and it seemed to be a living wage. The trenton bowed solemly to Hu Lang, wishing to express his gratitude.*\n\n\"I understand ma'am. I appreciate this very much, I won't let you down. If you need me for anything else, don't hesistate to ask.\"\n\n*At least he was making some money now, and within a week or two a check would finally see his wallet. Not to mention he'd be able to send money back home.*\n\"You don't know how much this means to me.\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "\"I expect you not to. Washing dishes isn't hard. There's no way you could possibly screw up unless you end up breaking them.\"\n\n*She nodded as he bowed. Seems like he had good manners.*\n\n\"Tell me, Gabe, do you actually want to learn how to cook? Or are you just in it for the money?\"\n\n*Her heterochromatic eyes gazed at him, like sapphire and amber gems hiding a fierceness behind them.*"
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Gabe paused as Hu Lang posed her question, lifting his head as he thought it over.*\n\n\"I must be honest, my heart was never set on becoming a cook. I only ever learned to try and connect with my sibling. I've learned alot of things from him, and the rest of my siblings.\"\n\n*He shook his head, wondering if this might caust him the job. Still, it's better to be thrown out now than when he starts to rely on this place.*\n\n\"When the well of mercenary work dried up, I figured I had to give my other skills a try. Even if none of them are particularly sharpened, I managed to learn a lot of surface level things. Reading the stars, math, language, the arts, cooking, as well as a fit body. Maybe that last one doesn't count, but I carry a lot of my family with my in my abilities. This is why I need money so urgently.\"\n\n*He bowed once again, this time appologetically.*\n\"I'm sorry for wasting your time today Miss Hu Lang. I understand your a very passionate person when it comes to your work... So I'd understand if you threw me out now, but I beg of you, let me stay!\""
},
{
"author": "Tian Hua 'Baofeng' Hu lang",
"message": "\"I didn't ask if you wanted to be a cook. I asked if you wanted to learn *How* To cook. Because while you can get away with a bit, that lime fish mixed with the rice is not ok. So again, do you want to learn the techniques of cooking.\"\n\n*She leaned forward with a slight smile.*\n\n\"You know, cooks here get paid more than dishwashers do. Don't assume that you're stuck at your level. Now, you don't have anything else to do, right? Good. Get in the kitchen, you start today!\"\n\n*She rushed over to a nearby locker and tossed him an apron with a pink lotus logo on it, and a hat.*\n\n\"Throw you out? What are you talking about? I understand that many of us have sad backstories, but I don't want to hear any of it. I don't want pitifulness; I want results, alright? Now go out there and get to work! Wash those dishes, dry them if you have time. Make sure to get every bit of grease. I want those dishes spotless, alright?\""
},
{
"author": "Gabriel Faraam Tarvech",
"message": "*Gabe nearly misses the things being thrown at him. Catching the clothes with a sum of confusion, that seemed to turn to joy. He nodded quietly, putting on said apron, appearing abit silly looking in the wake of it. He then glances at the hat with a deal of skepticism. He supposed he'd managed to fit his unmanageable hair into a helmet, but he'd never had any luck with hats.*\n\n\n*Never the less, the Trenton pushes it on. He nods at Hu Langs instructions, once again offering her a bow of gratitude. He'd been bowing a lot today.*\n\"Yes chef, thank you!\"\n\n*The Trenton then quickly made his way into the kitchen. He glanced around, a nerve suddenly struck as he realized his surroundings. It was a bit like a battlefield with how the workers performed... But he'd soon find his station and get to work.*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Just an ordinary day in Sirdan's household. It is early in the morning, and the inhabitants should be awake for breakfast. Sirdan emerged out of the kitchen with a meal. Today, Sirdan decided to go fancy, and baked a Quiche with spinach, mushroom, leek, bacon and cheddar cheese.* \n\n*He brought it to the table, and put down a jug of jasmine tea.* \n\n*He sat down in front of Yukine. But before that, he would attempt to move behind her and pat her ears, flattening them if he can..*\n\n\"So, Yukine, we haven't really had a real date together - I was thinking of going to somewhere nice. We can go north and sightsee at Lymia - but I don't think they have a lot of exotic sight. So what about going south to Rakmurse - Dezabia's capital. I heard there's uhm...\" \n\n*Can't say anything about pretty oriates.*\n\n\"Interesting temples, hot springs, delicious cuisine and places to visit. I'd go to Keguntan - but it will take too long to go there.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine looked at the elf who was bringing the food to the table, waiting patiently in her chair with a hungry look. He would be allowed to touch her ears, which greeted him with cuteness and tenderness.\n\n\"Oh? I never went there. I'd love to go with you, yes.\"\n\nShe smiled, looking at the plate of food for a moment before watching Sirdan again.\n\n\"Hot springs? Hm...\" The elf could see the kitsune's tail wag slightly."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan nodded eagerly, cutting up a piece of the quiche pie and putting it onto her table.\n\n\"Dezabia is a pretty interesting place - Irunia is a bit further, but I am busy with work, so I can only make time for a trip with Dezabia.\" *He chuckled.*\n\n\"When I am done or find errands there, we can go to Keguntan or Irunia next - The hot springs there are even better than the one in Dezabia. Actually..\" \n\n*He held his hands together.*\n\n\"If we go to Irtutia instead - we might be able to go to hot springs too. The trip will take almost a month back and forth though.\""
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "```\nEnding last RP\n```"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*After a long journey from Keguntan, the two finally arrived at their destination. \n\nSirdan's house, in the district of Charter Hill, located a few blocks away from the city center, where New Sunlight is located. \n\nIt was a nice, comfortable two-story house, complete with a small vegetable garden that were maintained by the other inhabitant of the house. A tall spiked fence, 3-meters tall, separate it from other property. \n\nHe unlocked the front gate and waved Orphiel in, and then opened the front door. The house is warm, and the fireplace's kindled. One of the other inhabitant were here recently, though they are probably out for work, since it is mid day.* \n\n\"Welcome home. You must be tired, are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Orphiel",
"message": "*Orphiel gazed around the town until she saw Sirdan's home. A beautiful house, Orphiel was amazed that she might get to live in it now.* \"W-wow...\"\n\n*The small Oni quickly steps through the gate and into the house, grinning.* \"This is b-beautiful, Sirdan! I... G-get to live here? W-with you? It s-seems so big...\" *Orphiel notices the fire kindling out.* \"Oh! I f-forgot to ask, who else l-lives here with you?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan turned to Orphiel with a cheeky grin, a feeling of pride swelling up in his heart as the little Oni became impressed with his house,*\"Looks great, right? One day I'll move into a bigger house and hire more maids, mark my word.\" \n\n\"Maybe in just a year, even.\" \n\n*He nodded affirmatively as he brought her inside,*\"Mhm, there's a few spare rooms upstairs you can live in. All of the living room are on the second floor.\" *He turned toward the fireplace, then Orphiel,*\"Oh!\" *He exclaimed, then paused for a few seconds as he thought of his next response,*\"My fiancee Yukine live here with me. Along with a maid, but she recently disappeared without a trace.\""
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "```fix\nStart of new RP\n```\n*It's been a while since Sirdan moved into a new house - Having acquired quite a bit of wealth from his adventure, he upgraded from his previous house to a massive merchant's house - almost 5,000 sq. Ft. In size. \n\nAnd quite empty! Except for Artoria, who has been invited to live here recently with him and his Fiancee while she sorts things out. That is probably going to make Yukine quite skeptical. Or so Sirdan thought*\n\n*He returned from work, one week after Artoria was invited in, and looked around for the sign of his fiancee anywhere.* \n\n\"Yukine! Are you home?\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "The days have been passing faster than Yukine had realized since the new visitor had moved in with her and Sirdan. She wasn't bothered by the presence of someone new, she just stayed alert out of instinct.\n\nYukine didn't bother to make Artoria comfortable when she could, but she didn't put much effort into interacting with her either.\n\nThe kitsune was taking a drink of water when she heard the voice she loved so much call her name. She walked out toward the door with her tails wagging happily.\n\n\"Sirdan! How was it? I was in the kitchen preparing a snack.\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "The elf was honestly fine with the arrangement - Artoria was a fugitive first of all, too much interaction would be bad. He simply took pity on her and offered her a place to stay. \n\nThe elf looked more than happy to see the kitsune walk toward him. Her tails wagging - and his eyes following them. Yukine's love for him was plain and obvious.\n\n\"Great! Another normal day at work! What are you preparing for snack? I will get started on dinner right away.\" \n\nHe lifted up a bag and held up a big slab of steak he bought from the market. \n\n["
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Oh, just a sandwich, but I can wait for you for dinner and try what you have to show me today.\"\n\nShe smiled genuinely, taking a step to the side and inviting her fiancé into the house. Yukine accompanied him into the kitchen, walking ahead and putting away what she was using earlier. She picked up the glass of water and placed it in the sink, washing her hands afterwards. \n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Of course!\" Sirdan placed the piece of steak on a cutting board, and quickly divided it into two portion - it looked like what we would call a **New York Strip**, with marbling in the interior and a strip of fat along one side - quite delicious and good quality.\n\n\"From meat cattle too! Ulnoor Strip.\" Then he quickly salted and added black pepper to the steak, grinding it down. He let the steak sit as he worked on the other main dish.* \n\n\"I'd hug you, but we're cooking right now..\" He prepared the next dish - **Mashed potatoes with fresh cheddar cheese** Bought from the market. He minced the potatoes with remarkable speed - superhuman strength and speed are quite helpful for cooking. Since he don't have a dedicated oven yet, he decided to pan fry them too.\n\nAnd the final dish - something remarkably Runran - fried spinach with fermented tofu, bought from an ethnic market nearby. \n\nAs he prepared the dishes, he would talk about the future task.\n\n\"So, I've been staying in this city in a while... The place is nice, the house is nice, and my job's nice. But I feel like life is not... Progressing, I don't feel like I have much excitement anymore.\" \n\n\"I'm thinking of travelling away from the city, bringing you and others along. Maybe we'll travel in a wagon, cook food and solve local problems.\"\n\n["
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine smiled a little too much at Sirdan's poke in her ear, waving her hand from side to side to avoid having to respond.\n\n\"Are you going to let Artoria take care of this house? I mean, she seems reliable to me, but, you know...\" She started to speak in a lower tone. \"Are you sure?\" Yukine's tails merged together, looking like one big fluffy tail.\n\n\"We can meet people along the way too, it seems that we always attract more and more new people into our lives.\" She said, washing her hands and drying right away.\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan observed Yukine's happy smile and merging tails, and continue to pat her ears idly. \n\nThen he abruptly stopped as Yukine pointed out the obvious. Maybe trusting a pyromaniac to take care of your house is a bad idea,\"....I mean, she is reliable, also, she is not going under that name anymore, pretend she is not Artoria.\" \n\nPerhaps he could bring Artoria out and ask Kath to take care of the house? Would that work?\n\n\"Hmm... Maybe we can bring Artoria along and ask Kath to take care of the house, but... That's awkward. I think we could hire a butler to take care of it while we are gone.\" \n\n*He brought the food out to the dining table, and poured two glasses of fresh orange juice.* \n\n\"Attracting more and more new people... Are you talking about my uhhh, tendency?\" \n\n["
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"I'm sorry. I won't mention her name around people.\"\n\n\"It is far better for her to come with us than to stay here. Although we'll have to hide her if she comes on the trip. I don't have a problem with that, I mean, she's already here, so we're already kind of guilty.\"\n\nYukine followed him to the table, helping to organize things.\n\n\"Uh, yes. I didn't say it in a bad way.\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"No sorry. Her new name is Kynia Darcia, so just remember that. Or just call her our guest.\" \n\n\"Indeed, we're kinda guilty by association... Though, she was never wanted under the name of Artoria - anyway, she has adopted a new name, so it is better that we stick to that.\" \n\n*He giggled and leaned over, patting Yukine's ears, attempting to flatten them - finding the look rather endearing.*\n\n\"That's just me joking around. But either way, I think finding a fighter or two to join us along the way would be the best... Sadly I don't have the money to hire a retainer to come with us.\" \n\n\"Perhaps we should bring Katherine along?\" \n\n["
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine nodded, confirming that she understood. Maybe it was better to just call her a guest.\n\n\"I would even offer money to help you, but I don't have much either. It's been a while since I've worked...\" She sighed. \"But I think this distraction from all that stress of mine has done me a lot of good, I'm with you.\" \n\n\"Katherine? I don't remember much about her, but that's a good idea. She worked for New Sunlight, right?\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"That's fine! I am sure we'll find plenty of adventures outside of the house, we'll get plenty of money alright.\" He nodded and thought about bringing Katherine. \n\n\"Katherine would be the best - she is indeed from New Sunlight and a fighter. So she would make a good frontline in battle..\" \n\n\"I suppose we can pick up other people on the way. Would you like to get started now, on the preparation?\" \n\n*He sat down and started eating the food, washing down the taste of the steak with orange juice.*\n\n["
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mmm... I will need to know the phrase - I don't know how to speak Runran, Hello, Goodbye and how is your day. What else? Uhhh... A bowl of rice please? Tea? ...Ehhh. Hopefully there'll be plenty of translators peaking SIlnarian over there\" \n\nHe took up Yukine's offer, letting her clean the table while he idled around for a minute. Feeling a tinge of guilt he would help out with the dish arrangement too. \n\n\"Mm... I don't know what else to do - tommorow we'll meet up with Hu Lang and maybe Kath if she is going on the trip, and then we'll board our ship.\" He said, pausing all of a sudden as Yukine hugged him around the waist. He returned the favor, wrapping one arm around her waist, and resting his other hand on top of her ears, patting her ears and smiling.\n\n\"I don't have much else in mind, do you?\"\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"I think I can teach you all of those! But better to be when we are closer to arriving in Runra, it will be easier to save for use.\" Yukine smiled.\n\n\"How about continuing to pet my ears?\" Her tails began to wag excitedly behind Yukine. Until it stopped. \"Actually, before we go to Runra, I need to tell you about some things...\" She sighed.\n\n["
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm! But they say practice make perfect - we'll have plenty of time to practice when we are on the ship.\" \n\n*Sirdan's curiousity was piqued by what he wanted to tell her. He took her away from the dining room, toward a couch, and then sat down on it, continuing to pet her ears from the comfortable position, occasionally rubbing the interior with his finger.S* \n\n\"Sure.\" \n\n["
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{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"I'm not sure if I really want to see them again... I mean, it's been almost six years since I've seen them. And I don't even have proof that they're actually alive.\"\n\nYukine leaned her cheek against Sirdan's shoulder, looking at whatever detail his outfit had. She sighed, her tail wrapping around them as she thought. A reunion with her siblings didn't seem to work out, every possible scene went wrong in her head.\n\n\"We don't need to find them.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm. Seems like this might be something we want to talk about once we are there... How about we visit your hometown, and we will see how it goes?\"\n\nThere weren't much details to speak of, simply the pattern of the dense cotton weave on his shirt. Quite soft, of high quality.\n\nHe let out a sign of relaxation as Yukine's tail wrapped around him. He placed a hand on it, patting and fluffing it. So relaxing...\n\n\"Anyway. I am planning a farewell feast before we leave. We will probably have it at New Sunlight or Hu Lang's place. How does that sounds?\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Okay, that could be it.\"\n\nYukine's tail wagged excitedly at the gentle caress of her fiancé. Her nails tugged weakly at Sirdan's blouse, folding and massaging the fabric so as not to stress so much at the thought.\n\n\"It sounds really good, I'm going to miss it here to be honest. A party is the best we can do so that we can leave here with great memories.\""
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would be preparing to go to sleep, having finished his dinner with Hu Lang and having nothing better to do. He started preparin his candle at his workdesk, wondering if he should read for the night, then he heard his door being knocked downstairs.* \n\n*He wandered to see who was visiting this late. It was already getting dark, but Sirdan could make his way downstairs without stumbling - all thanks to his night vision. He opened the door and looked at the Macen, surprised.* \n\n\"Good evening! No, I was just about to take a bath and go to sleep. What brings you here so late after supper?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I'm here to talk for a bit. Hope Hu Lang's doing well. I... Need some help.\"\n\n*Katherine had been hesitant about asking anyone for help; but recently, she couldn't get it out of her mind. She had never asked anyone for help, ever. Everything she had done was on her own. Her entire life had been based around helping others; being the light in the darkness, burning away the evil that plagued others. But it seemed that she had been blind to a festering wound of her own.*\n\n*The captain placed her hand in her pocket, pulling her hair back with the other. Her skin was pale, her eyes dark, and her posture weak.*\n\n\"Mind if I come in for a little bit?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan blinked. Sirdan looked much better than Katherine right now. He was positively shining compared to her. Must be the results of a fulfilling life.* \n\n\"Hu Lang's doing quite well, don't worry.\" \n\n*He opened the door and welcomd her in, and then closed and locked the door behind her. And then led her toward the couch - a luxury purchase he has recently saved up for.* \n\n*He sits down next to her.* \n\n\"You don't look too well, have you been sick lately? Or eating enough?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"That's a great couch! You must have been doing a lot of work recently.\"\n\n*Slowly, Katherine sits herself down, leaning back and closing her eyes for a bit before sitting back up. One leg began to bounce. She didn't even notice Sirdan closing and locking the door.*\n\n\"I... I've been trying. I'm not sick, I'm just... Haven't been sleeping well. And eating much.\"\n\n*The captain begins fiddling with something on her finger. A golden ring, engraved slightly with a repeating pattern.*\n\n\"I'm... Here for something else though.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Indeed! I've been hearing news about discovery of more dungeons recently, so I finally get a chance to flex my muscles and earn some cash.\" \n\n*He turned toward Katherine and looked at her with concern. A far cry from the beauty he knew. She looked quite haggard.* \n\n\"Perhaps some Runran food would stimulate your appetite?\" *Sirdan offered, before he noticed her fiddling with the ring. Ah, she was lovesick.* \n\n\"Tell me, I'm here to listen.\" *Sirdan resumed a serious demeanor, wondering what Katherine has to say.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"More dungeons? Maybe I'll check them out one day.\"\n\n*Katherine shook her head at the mention of food. She wasn't hungry, and had 'dinner' recently. Nodding, Katherine was thankful that she finally had someone to talk to; though she didn't realize it yet.*\n\n\"I have-or had-a fiance. His name was Aleksander. It's been, uh... Two years? Since I last saw him. He was going to go look for a job to support us while I stayed at New Sunlight. We were going to need a permanent place, after all. He-he said he would come back, but...\"\n\n*A deep inhale can be heard from the now shaky captain as she tries to maintain herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Indeed. It is a most comfortable investment. Quite pricy though.\" \n\n*He nodded - now they were talking about topic he was excited about.* \n\n\"Indeed. Maybe I'll bring you with me on a dungeon dive. It is fun. Quite deadly. Reminds me of the old day. With less traumatizing.\" \n\n*Sirdan shut up and started listening to her. The speech was getting more and more emotional. He felt tempted to lean over, and hold onto her, but refrained from his more basal urge.* \n\n*He nodded and acknowledged her, beckoning her to continue.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I... Don't know if he will. Is it because I wasn't enough? Is there something wrong with me? Was it the vampirism? What if he never loved me at all? Or... Is he just dead?\"\n\n*Tears begin streaming down Katherine's face and trail down her clenched jaw as she tries not to cry. She was attempting to let out emotions that had been bottled up for so long that it was near impossible to control; if the cork didn't give way, the glass would shatter.*\n\n\"It just hurts, thinking about him. I don't know what to do anymore!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan paused for a moment, letting Katherine let it all out, simply acknowledging her. He wasn't really good with this emotional stuffs. But he tried to process and give her some counseling anyway. *\n\n\"It hurts to have someone missing. We all want closures to what happens in our life.\"\n\n*Will it work? Is he being too blunt? Can their friendship cushion it? The elf thought to himself*\n\n\"But you are only hurting yourself with your speculation. You want to blame yourself for his disappearance, so you have something to work on, some way to make him come back or to stop it from happening again. But it can't heal you, because you don't know why he disappeared. You play rational with a world of chance.\"\n\n\"Don't go down that path. You will destroy yourself. Tell me. What did you miss about Alexander?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The emotional wreck that is Katherine simply nods, as that's all she can muster at this point. She buries her face in her hands, placing her arms on her knees and bending down.*\n\n\"He-he was everything. We did everything together. Talk, quest, fight, run, explore, ride, eat... Love. He was the only thing that I had. I didn't have any friends or family at the time, and with Ale at my side, I didn't need any. I miss his gold hair, crystal blue eyes, that warm smile... Just... He was my world.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"It is fine to mourn him. But you need to look for someone or something that can fill the void.\"\n\n\"Make some friends, find a new family. It sounded like you wanted a love of your life again, you felt empty and he was everything.\"\n\n\"Do you know anyone else from New Sunlight? Someone you can go on an outing with? It will take time to heal, but you can start by having someone to socialize with.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The blunt realization causes Katherine to wince, as if if she had just been punched. That was it? No words of comfort? Just a simple truth and a message to move on.*\n\n*But in her mind, she doubled back. Maybe this was what she needed. Feeling sorry for her wouldn't solve anything. The captain nodded, barely containing herself once more.*\n\n\"Charlotte De'Loin, a Bronze rank under me. Aldeberto, another Bronze, though he's a wandering mercenary. He travels with an uzhi named Serena, though she's not affiliated whatsoever. You, of course. And then... Ralki and Mevis, but I don't see them anymore. I haven't seen them in ages.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan too, realized he had the same problem. It seemed that whatever friendship he made was always of the opposite gender, with half the chance of him ending up in some sort of relationship with them.* \n\n*He is determined to make sure this don't end up the same.* \n\n\"Sounds like you and I both need more friends.\" *He smiled,*\"I don't have many friends, you know. I came in as a loner, a foreigner in a hunting guild, found the love of my life, took care of her. Then she disappeared.\" \n\n\"I think I've overcompensated, and now I end up with only one friend or two I haven't ended up sleeping with.\" \n\n\"Maybe you and I should hit the bar at New Sunlight and make some new friends. Hell, somewhere outside of New Sunlight. The real question is - what can friends do nowadays. That's always a problem. You have any special skills outside of fighting? I'm learning to cook.\""
}
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Looking up at the elf, Katherine wonders in awe.*\n\n\"You've experienced it too? How did you deal with it?\"\n\n*Despite still being teary eyed, the macen manages a smile once Sirdan mentions overcompensating.*\n\n\"I guess I have the opposite problem, huh? I can't let go. Didn't know you were that much of a player though.\"\n\n*The captain thinks for a bit, then turns to her comrade suddenly, an eyebrow raised.*\n\n\"Wait a second... You don't intend to... You know... Right?\"\n\n\"I don't think I have any skills other than fighting. My former hunting skills have dulled, and I'm too clumsy now to sneak up on animals in the forest. Boxing is just... Fighting, but unarmed. I'm not really that skilled at it; I just rely on strength and durability.\"\n\n*Despite having a weak alcohol tolerance, the bar sounded good right about now. The painful wound still ached, and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I thought if I was in multiple relationships. I would never lose so much I would be left alone again. I felt free. Happy. But also a small gap. It looks like not everyone is completely fine with polygamy, even though I try my best to love all of them.\"\n\n*Sirdan chuckled.*\n\n\"No. I am not that kind of person. I don't intend to take advantage of my friend and ruin my only friendship. I think you want another love of your life, not a man with a lot of wives.\"\n\n*He wondered if he just friendzoned Katherine. All the better he supposed.*\n\n\"I won't do anything beyond a hug.\"\n\n*Sirdan listened patiently to her listing out her skills. Sounded like him.*\n\n\"Looks like our only difference is that I seem to be a magnet for women falling into my lap. Let's go make some friends. And not drink too much.\"\n\n*He offered his hand to her.*\n\n\"There's still some taverns open at this hour. Bit rowdy though.\"\n\n*He wondered if Hu Lang would mistake this for something else*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Her smile widening, Katherine leans back, looking up at the ceiling.*\n\n\"Thanks for that. I can really only stick with one. It's hard to start a family when you have to share, after all.\"\n\n*Now that she thought about it, most of Sirdan's interactions he saw weee mostly with women; part Hu Lang and sometimes Yukine. Both of them fluffy kemonomimi. Interesting.*\n\n*Katherine took his hand with a firm grip, like one peer to the other.*\n\n\"I will say, any alcohol is too much for me. But to hell with it, let's go.\"\n\n\"Just curious... Do you think I can get someone else easily?\""
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He nodded and grinned.* \n\n\"Good. I'll be happy to have at least one friend who I don't end up sleeping with.\" \n\n*He took her hand and then led her away to the bar.* \n\n\"I'm mostly sober - I only drink as much as I need to - anything beyond is a no go, honestly. Let's order some mocktails. I heard this bar have some pretty good one.\" \n\n*Sirdan would lead her away to one of his favorite bar - no names or label. It is still open late at night, and as stated, there were plenty of mocktails and drinks available. It seems to be crowded with well to do, fashionable people.* \n\n\"Of course you can. You're attractive and driven. Getting a person should be simple. Getting the right person might be a bit harder.\"\n\n\"Have you considered any amongst your friends?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Mocktail? What's that?\"\n\n*As someone who hadn't even do much as dipped their toes into alcohol (except for the few times she dove into the deep end) Katherine knew nothing about the substance except for beer, wine, whiskey, and sake.*\n\n*Walking towards the bar, Katherine began to wonder how the store got its customers without a sign. Perhaps people simply told each other about the place?*\n\n\"You're right. I've also never really been one to socialize.\"\n\n*The captain rubbed her chin in thought, looking up.*\n\n\"Well... I'd say only Aldeberto. He's blond and looks similar, just a little more... How to say it, rugged? Aleksander had a softer look.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mocktail. It is like cocktail, except they make it out of ehhh. Fancier drink. It is just mixed drinks that isn't alcohol, you know?\" \n\n*He would pull up the menu - the menu is in fact, written.* \n\n*He pointed at one.* \n\n\"Like this one \"Mogash Blast. Which is like a fruit drink with sugar, passionfruit and some other things.\" *The menu were eye-poppingly expensive, for a non-adventurer, a lot of them seem to use exotic imported fruits or fruit juice.* \n\n\"Then there's this Runran milk tea - a bit salty, with cheese and so... The menu here is quite interesting.\" \n\n*He scratched his head, having never heard of Aldeberto or whomever this guy is.* \n\n\"And is there any reason you cannot pursue him or attempt to date him? Do he remind you too much of your lover?\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Oh, the part where she carry me home drunk and save me. Yeah. I have her for that.\" \n\n*Sirdan feigned innocence and then waited for his drink to arrive.* \n\n\"That's a long story. Let me get my thirst sated first.\" *Sirdan waited until his milk tea arrived, and then started sipping on it, savoring its delicious milky goodness.* \n\n\"Mmm... It takes time to heal wounds - as cliche as it sounds. You need to find new purpose and new love in life in order to get over a trauma - and wash it over. Perhaps you would have a chance with him - I know nothing else beyond that.\" \n\n\"And my lover... Mmmm... Long story. I savored every day, still misses her a lot. I picked up a four armed felinid girl - very strong, purple skinned, who could've crushed me back then, now I'm stronger. But I taught her everything - how to read, write, fight, and we fought together to hunt animals.\" Sirdan stopped for a moment, drinking from his tea, and then swallowed deliberately, followed by clearing his throat. \n\n\"Anyway, we never did anything beyond kiss - even lips kiss were rare. I felt that it would've been inappropriate. But one day, she just disappeared from my house, and I felt empty for months. I didn't know what to do. Started sleeping around, bedded one girl after the other, a Maktuvian girl one day, and a salvainian wench the next.\" \n\n\"Swore to never dedicate myself solely to one person again, and found a lot of pleasure in food and women. That's how I got over it. Maybe I'm still not over it. Honestly, I'm not sure if my wives or fiancees are fine too. Hu Lang knew it going in, and I told Yukine the same up front. But they're anxious - they want to know eachother, they want to know what seems like their rivals.\" \n\n\"Honestly, I don't think I could recommend going down the same path as I did.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Riiiiggght. I'm sure you can handle it. You're a big, strong warrior after all.\"\n\n*Katherine's sarcasm soaked words was followed by a smile, and then a thanks to the waiter as her own drink arrived. It was cold and smooth, and tart as well from the berries and yogurt, contrasting nicely with the sweetness. The drink itself was a vibrant purple and white; it reminded Katherine of her old colors.*\n\n\"Time, huh? So... Should I let it heal before pursuing a new one? Or should will going for it help?\"\n\n\"....That's it? With someone you love. Aleksander and I... Uh... Uh... Made love. I think that's how people say it. Profusely. It's hard to detach myself after just being so connected with him for so long.\"\n\n*An immense wave of guilt washed over the captain, as she brought up her and Ale's private life. It didn't feel right. But she had to do it; while the memory would remain, Aleksander did not.*\n\n\"I'm fine with just one partner. Plus, I wasn't exactly the dominant one in our relationship... I doubt two would be healthy.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Yes I am.\" *He flexed his bicep in front of her. Quite strong.* \n\n\"Mmmm... I think you are spending a lot of time brooding? Is it not? They says time heal, but really, what heal with time is the ability to gain new experience in life, to wash over the trauma of the old, to find new dramas. As I find happiness in my new way of living, I long less for the good old day. Of course I remember, but it is having the emotional substitute and coming to acceptance. Happiness in enjoying what you have is essential to that.\" \n\n\"You can't just wash away it by doing nothing. Indulge a bit - I mean, we're both rich warriors. Perhaps go on trips to try all the food, find friends, visit restaurant - pay the bill if you want.\" \n\nHe nodded as he listened to the details of her private life. Well, making love between couples? Pretty normal. \n\n\"Then look for the one you desire. I don't think most people are destined to do what I did. Plenty of rich men... And even women here, hoard partners like trophies, I don't do that. But I don't think my wives necessarily believe in it.\" \n\n\"Go for monogamy and explore your options. This Alde fellow seem nice. Maybe fight alongside him and see how it goes.\" \n\n*He grinned, aware of how hypocritical he is to suggest monogamy while he is practicing anything but.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"What... Are ladies and gentlemen of the night? And what's the red light district?\"\n\n*Katherine nodded. While she was the exception, surely there would be others like her. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure how many were her age; she was 26 and getting older; hell, __Aldeberto__ was 21, 5 years younger than she was.*\n\n\"Soldiers. I'll be sure to avoid those. I've heard stories coming home and being either scarred by war or too emboldened by it. So, there's people like young me out there, huh?\"\n\n*Katherine set the now finished cup aside. It had gone by quickly, much more than those lonely nights. What time __was__ it?*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"....Can't believe you are THAT innocent.\" *Sirdan shook his head. Just how sheltered this girl was to know literally nothing about red light district?*\n\n\"Ladies and Gentlemen who offer their body for money to sate other's needs. And the red light district is the part of a city where gambling, whoring and any other such immoral activities are concentrated.\" \n\n*He nodded at Katherine.* \n\n\"Anyway. I assume you have no interest in the red light district.\" *He reached for his pouch, putting down the price of both of them's drink.* \n\n\"Drink's on me. It's good to talk to a friend.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I was on my own since 14. Why would I know what a red light district is???!!!\"\n\n*Katherine blinked, then nodded. So __that's__ what it was. Sirdan was absolutely right; she had no interest in that.*\n\n\"I didn't even know what a... What one of those were until a lot later. You sure? I really owe you for this.\"\n\n*Katherine readied her pouch as well, but was unable to do so before Sirdan put down his coin.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"....Well then, guess you've been staying with the right crowd.\" \n\n*He paid the bartender, and then stretched himself out.* \n\n\"It's getting late, let's go back home. I think Hu Lang might yell at me... If she's back from work, that is.\" \n\n\"How about you? I don't know where you live even.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Probably best to yeah. I live at New Sunlight. I never bought a house, since I was waiting for... Well, you know. So for now I've just been staying in one of their rooms.\"\n\n*Katherine returned her hand, feeling a bit guilty that Sirdan was taking care of everything. She wanted to contribute, even just a little bit, so she took out a couple coins as a tip to the bartender.*\n\n\"I know it's not normal, but I just never found the need for one.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"The dormitory at New Sunlight is no place for someone to stay. No privacy. Not enough rooms. Only if you are a poor adventurer down on their luck.\"\n\n\"Rent a house or an apartment nearby that belongs to you. You earn plenty. What is stopping you?\"\n\n*Sirdan tilted his head. To him, the income Katherine earn should be on par... So her not having a house was strange.*\n\n\"You could probably hire a servant too.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Nothing is. I can spend in on whatever I want. But I just don't feel like it. Half my life I grew up in a home, but the other half was getting by with what little I had. I was fine with what little I had, and I am now. I had ambitions, but I don't know how to get them.\"\n\n*Katherine indeed had plenty of money saved up. But she had intended to buy a house when she and Aleksander truly settled down; maybe they would still be working, but they would have a place to stay.*\n\n*The Captain shook her head at the mention of a servant.*\n\n\"I don't like the idea. I've done everything myself, and to suddenly relieve that off myself is... Not comfortable.\""
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Heh, never indeed. I never feel like I earn anything; in fact, I always wonder on how I could do more. Do better.\"\n\n*Katherine took a look outside as the elf did. It was late indeed, though nothing she hadn't experienced before. Though it used to be brighter.*\n\n\"I'll be fine, I can find my way back. Plus, you have someone at home who needs your attention. But thank you. Really.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Remember. You are paid what you are worth. Minus the profits. So if you are paid a lot, and you do honest workman you deserve it.\"\n\n*He chuckled*\n\n\"Depriving me of the opportunity to be a gentleman, huh.\"\n\n\"I suppose I will have to give someone a lot of attention for going absent. But no, thank you too.\"\n\n*He smiled*\n\n\"It is rare to have a friend who see me more than a fiend.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The captain smiled, laughing along.*\n\n\"I'll see you around then. I really needed this.\"\n\n*Katherine stands up, walking out the door, then turning around and saluting Sirdan before heading back to New Sunlight.*"
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Work, work, work. That was pretty much all she did these days. Hu Lang hadn't gone on a date with Sirdan in forever. She was tired, and burnt out, with dark spots starting to form under her eyes. Opening a stopper, the kemonomimi sat down at their dining table, pouring herself a cup of sake. It didn't taste as good without him around. As she began to drink, Tian reflected back on their relationship. When did they exactly meet? She remembered him ordering at her restaurant, and somehow, the two ended up upstairs. The chef smiled, wanting that again. Where had he been? She remembered he was busy somewhere, but wasn't sure exactly.*\n\n*She wanted to cook for him. See his happy expression as he tasted her food, and the two ate dinner together. Hopefully, he would return too. Even if he didn't bring anything back, at least he would be with her.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*It's been months since he left Salvainia for Mentia. He felt chained down by his obligations, unable to convince his wife to go along. Stricken by guilt, but unable to retire to a \"Good life\", Sirdan set out out on a journey toward Mentia - it will be quick, he said, and he'll come back in one piece, he said. \n\nAnd so he left, and he returned, as promised, four months later - as quick as one could be when doing something as rough as mercenary work. He really went for a campaign season and came back. He found more success than he expected. Slept around a bit, found some beautiful women - elven, macen, even others... \n\nBut guilt weighted down his conscience, and he came back as soon as he acquired all the cash he thought he would need.* \n\n*As soon as he arrived in the city, he would quickly sell off the loot he has acquired - and then deposit most of them quickly in the bank, leaving a hundred gold coins to carry with him, and then returned to his house. \n\nWith the money he got, Hu Lang and him probably never need to work anymore - could purchase some houses, rent them out, become landlord...\n\nNo, it probably isn't enough for that. But still...\n\nSirdan hoisted the chest of armaments he has acquired onto his shoulder, and beckoned the two servants he temporarily hired to follow along. He took out his key, and then inserted it into the door, pausing for a moment. \n\nIs Hu Lang there?*\n\n*He opened the door and stepped in.*"
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*As soon as Hu Lang heard the key enter the door, she stood up. Her ears stood to attention and her tail began to wag as she ran towards the front of the house, positioning herself right behind the door. Was he here? He was back!*\n\n*As soon as the door opened, Sirdan found a silvery missile launched at him, which proceeded to wrap her arms around him tightly.*\n\n\"You're back! How was it?\"\n\n*Hu Lang couldn't contain her joy. Several months without Sirdan had soon become boring, uneventful, and generally not pleasant. She had returned home late, expecting a strong body she could fall onto, only to feel an empty bed. Sleeping by herself was just torture; Tian had longed for contact forever.*\n\n*The kemonomimi sniffs his clothing before her blue and gold eyes briefly glare at him.*\n\n\"You haven't been sleeping with other women, *Right?*\"\n\n*Despite her small stature, Hu Lang could truly be terrifying at times. Though her question was posed only briefly.*\n\n\"I have some sake ready!\"\n\n*Hu Lang rushed inside, bringing out another cup and trying to hide the fact that she had been drinking by herself,.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan barely stood his ground as Hu Lang just launched into him. He quickly wrapped his arm around her - Luckily, the man wasn't dressed in his armor - just his aketon, which felt a bit dirty from the journey back home. It smelled like sweat.* \n\n*He quickly reached out for her ears and grabbed them, rubbing her earfluffs before looking at her. It was obvious she was depressed and upset. He suppose the whole thing about being open only applied to himself. He lifted up the poor girl's chin, and then stared at her as Hu Lang asked him the question.* \n\n\"I have been. But I can make up for that.\" \n\n*He let out a sigh - assuming he is not promptly pummeled by Hu Lang, and then took off his aketon, stretching out before sitting down on the chair - but not before setting his chest of money down.* \n\n\"I've brought back a lot of money... But I'm not sure if it will make up for my absence.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hmph. You better!\"\n\n*The earfluffs. Hu Lang had missed those dearly. She wasn't happy that Sirdan had been sleeping around, but she couldn't do much about that until later. It seems that she was desperate for affection, her tail constantly wagging, and staring at her lover, her eyes lost by his form. Though the spell is momentarily broken by the sheer amount of money he brought.*\n\n\"That... Is a lot. How much did you get in total?\"\n\n*Sirdan's adventures in Mentia had seemed to bring back an exorbitant amount of money. More than she had ever made. Hu Lang had attempted to create her 'food empire', building her wealth through serving delicious food to the people. However, it seemed that war was much more profitable. She had left Runra to escape that very thing though. Tian did not want to participate in violence. Or so it seemed.*\n\n*The kemonomimi handed Sirdan one of the sake cups before returning to her own seat, beaming at Sirdan despite his less than ideal appearance with his sweaty aketon on the chair.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Of course!\" \n\n*He opened the chest to show off the amount of money - about a hundred gold coins worth of gold bar and money. Wait, money, or women?* \n\n\"I've sl- stockpiled the rest in the bank - around seventy thousand silver total. Oh, and.\" \n\n*He looked at the servants that were carrying the goods, and then dismissed them with a snap of his hand.* \n\n\"I've became much stronger - and got plenty of weapons and new gears bought too... I think I'll stay around here a bit longer.\" \n\n*He leans back and then poured some sake for himself, resting and stretching, before downing a shot of them. Then, he beckoned for Hu Lang to come over.* \n\n\"I think I should get a bath first... So, how have you been? You don't look too well, my dear.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The metal glittered in Hu Lang's own golden eye. Was this blood money? No, it was profit. With this, who knows what could they buy. Then, there was the fact that there was __more__ of it. Though, as Sirdan began with one word and suddenly changed, he earns a quick glare, which rapidly turns back to the kemonomimi observing the money.*\n\n\"Stronger? Oh, I can't wait to see that in be-I mean when helping move things around.\"\n\n*Hu Lang's ears flattened as she stood up and walked over to Sirdan, proceeding to sit on his lap.*\n\n\"You do need a bath. I was waiting... It was hard to come home to an empty house, you know. And cooking for only myself isn't fun. Everything was by myself. Maybe I hung out with Hana and the other employees at the restaurant, but it's not the same.\"\n\n\"But I'm sure you want a bath. I'll join you; I need one too.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan blinked at Hu Lang, feigning innocence. There were after all, already two person living in the house, though he is sure both of them wouldn't welcome yet another joining.* \n\n\"Indeed, I'm measurably stronger.\" *Sirdan pulled up his aketon with a lot of effort, showing part of his muscles. Then he just outright took it off, leaving his undershirt on only.* \n\n*He spooned Hu Lang and then grabbed her ears, rubbing it gently.* \n\n\"Indeed, learned and mastered the way of summoning - I use it in combat to help myself, but for daily life, I can summon up to six servants to make our life much easier... All without paying a penny.\" \n\n\"I've left you alone for so long, but the pull of war... Of seeking a purpose, of adventure. It was too much to bear. I've liked the idea of me being wild, running around, fighting and doing justice, earning money and becoming stronger..\" \n\n\"It conflicted with the ideal of settling in Salvainia with you... I don't think I'm ready to settle down yet. Hu Lang, you're a strong mage, right?\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Summons are good... It would protect you on the battlefield from harm. And if we both learn how to summon servants, we can live like King and Queen.\" \n\nYou want me to fight with you, don't you?\n*Sirdan nodded.* \n\n\"I've always wanted a companion who could fight with me. Support me in all way. But I worry - you're a mage, that makes you... More fragile than the rest, and that is terrifying. The idea of losing you in combat, of how dangerous fighting is. It scare me. But it also scares me that I am constantly away. Or that battles might make you jaded, nothing like the innocent... Well, you are , right? - Kemonomimi I fell in love with.\" \n\n\"And whether you are built for it at all. I started my career fighting and spearing giant chicken, but yours is different...\""
},
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Summons. Indeed, they would provide useful; whether she decided to go into battle with Sirdan or not. She would need to invest in those one way or another,*\n\n\"I... Haven't fought much ever since I founded the restaurant. The only times have been some small disputes, and the person wasn't very skilled. I don't know how I'll fare against actual danger.\"\n\n*The Blooming Lotus was known for several things. The first was the quality; the food was excellent and came quick. The second was the atmosphere, reminiscent of Runra. The third was the 'mad chef' that was behind the counter. Though she was typically nice, it was said that getting Hu Lang angry would be a choice many would regret.*\n\n\"And I don't know *If* I want to fight again. I'm scared of killing someone innocent. I'm also scared of dying. I don't want to cut my life's potential. I don't think I ever told you why I left Runra, did I?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan nodded and decided to stop, sitting down on a nearby chair - it would be awkward to have a serious talk in the bath.* \n\n\"Hmmph... You never did. Honestly, we don't know eachother as well as we should for a practically married couple. Tell me about why you left Runra.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The kemonomimi nodded. No one knew her story; it would be the first time she told it.*\n\n\"My family was of pretty high standing, and our village was isolated among the mountains. There, fighting was a symbol of pride. My brother and I were trained since at a young age. I never particularly enjoyed it.\"\n\n*Tian took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly.*\n\n\"There was a day where a small military expedition happened upon our village. They were not received well. They were told to leave or else fighting would ensue. It did. Many of the 'enemy' was young. I saw a young teenage boy, couldn't have been older than 18, have his stomach embowered and left to die. That was one of the least horrifying things I've seen.\"\n\n*Hu Lang shivered, obviously uncomfortable with the images in her mind.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"So... You left Runra to escape the violence, right?\" \n\n*Sirdan pondered whether to add on - you know this place is probably even more violent?* \n\n\"It would be wrong of me to bring you back into the life of violence. You need a certain degree of numbness... Or deep conviction in the righteousness of your cause, or usage to seeing that kind of violent, gory stuffs to last in this career.\" \n\n\"Not many retire with an intact mind. The loot and savegery of most soldiers help ensue that they... Do not mind. But do you have it in you?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang nodded. She had threatened to take a swing with a lamp at certain unwanted customers, but rarely had to do so.*\n\n\"I don't know if I can handle it.\"\n\n*She was capable of violence. She knew that. She had practiced magic for a while now, and had a pretty good idea on how to weaponize it. But the scars that combat could leave deterred her. At the same time though, she wanted to help Sirdan. Support him.*\n\n\"Maybe I could start small? With something that's not human; I'd prefer fighting creatures instead.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Honestly. I'd prefer the same.\" *Sirdan smiled.* \n\n\"Raiding dungeons... Well, there's things that look quite humanoid in them. But they are a far safer bet than betting ourselves on war and on our enemies to treat us well. There's risks, of course, but it is lower than going to war.\" \n\n\"We can both start dealing with goblins and monsters and dungeons. And we can stay near Salvainia. Perhaps one day if we feel murderous, we can go side with one of he Mentian claimant like I did. But honestly, I have no stake with all of them.\""
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Goblins... Goblins are fine. They're like rats, but worse. And I hate rats. Just please make sure you keep me safe.\"\n\n*Hu Lang was not feeling at all murderous. She saw goblins as nothing but pests; it would be simply extermination. People, on the other hand, had lives; compassion and love.*\n\n\"I don't want to go to Mentia. It's too far.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...Just goblins. Mmph.\" *Sirdan would think on Hu Lang's requests.* \n\n\"You should learn summoning if we go adventuring as a couple. They will protect you. Or some way to make yourself less fragile. The battlefield is a dangerous, dynamic places. I can task my summons with protecting you, but they are not invincible.\" \n\nIf they are going to fight with only two person, that would create quite a lot of problem, without someone to protect her as a fighter. But introducing a third wheel is a problem. \n\n\"That is true, but I'd like to...\" \n\nSirdan looked out toward the one singular glass window in the house. \n\n\"You know, fighting goblins or rats are good and all, but do we have a higher purpose to it? Do we simply make money and is content with our life? I... I think we can do much more. I can keep growing in power, and with that power, maybe I can change something in the world, you know? Ever since I bought my suit of armor, my weapons. I feel empty. Like I've been missing something. A driving goal in my life, a desire to change the world.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Less fragile? I'm not fragile!\"\n\n*While Hu Lang gave a pout, she knew that she wasn't the sturdiest of people. For an average person, maybe, but definitely not up to Sirdan's level. She wondered how Hana and the others and the restaurant would take summoned workers; hopefully well.*\n\n\"Change in the world? For what?\"\n\n*Tian's ambition in life had never been large. After the violence she had experienced, she had dedicated her life instead to the pursuit of cooking (and magical cooking at that). While she never fully forgot some combative methods, it was safe to say that she was not an adventurer; at least not at the moment.*\n\n\"If you really want to do this... I'll support you. Go with you all the way, or at least as far as I can go.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"You are relative to me, though.\"\n\n*Sirdan shrugged as she questioned his motives.*\n\n\"Only the gods know. I started adventuring in search of money and power. But now I have acquired some of it, I don't know what I want to do with it. And all I know is that I am not content to end my adventure here. Now. At the age of twenty seven. Just sit down and have children.\"\n\n*He stood up.*\n\n\"I can't imagine a life without combat or adventure. I want to seek a new purpose. Maybe I will find some claimants to lend my support to in Mentia. Maybe scrap together a crew and become a privateer.\"\n\n\"Something beyond settling down. Or throwing in my lot with New Sunlight and instructing people. Frankly, that's boring.\"\n\n*As Sirdan spoke, his tone became hastier and quicker. He looked at Hu Lang, staring into her eyes.*\n\n\"...And it means you will train in combat, become tough, and go along with me, right?\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Mmm.\"\n\n*Hu Lang wasn't sure if Sirdan and her were even able to have children; unless he meant finding an elven woman and impregnating her instead. He better not.*\n\n\"A privateer? Do you even know how to sail a ship? Unless you mean on land; I think that's just called a mercenary group then.\"\n\n*Hu Lang could sense the excitement boiling over in Sirdan's head stoked by the fire in his heart. There was definitely no turning back; while part of her feared that he might become a bloodthirsty warrior going on a rampage in Mentia, something told her that she would be able to keep him in check. Tian nodded.*\n\n\"Though you'll still be tougher and therefore have to protect me.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan has no thoughts on the children question.* \n\n\"I don't know how to sail one. Honestly. But one could learn... I suppose.\" *He thought of the practicality of starting a privateering expedition when he is in fact, a nomads.* \n\n\"On the other hand, if we get a ship and become a powerful crew, we could probably ehh... Affect politics and acquire a lot of booty. Or end up hanged within a month.\" \n\n\"If we are to embark on a war path, who will we join? What will we fight for?\"\n\n\"And don't worry. I'll protect you. I've learned the way of the bow for a reason. I can always fight close by.\""
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"No ships please. They're noisy, smelly, and dirty, full of sick people; in terms of both health and mind. And seasickness.\"\n\n*Hu Lang recalled her own experience with her way to Salvania. It was not fun, as it was difficult, if not near impossible, to stay hygienic. And while she loved Sirdan, she would be sure she would love him just a little less if he smelled all the time.*\n\n\"I thought mercenaries just take jobs for about anyone, no?\"\n\n*She recalled the mercenaries she had hired once; they didn't care about who they were fighting, as long as the pay was good. Tian did love the idea of Sirdan always being close by, the pair slinging arrow and spell alike. She tried imagining herself attempting to draw back a war bow; she most likely would sprain her shoulder or back doing so. Mmm, a massage seemed nice at this time.*\n\n\"I think it's about time we had that bath, no?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Agreed.\" \n\n*Though Sirdan couldn't think of how living on the road was that much better. But at least taverns exists.* \n\n\"Indeed, mercenaries take job from just about everyone. But if we are going on a warpath together as a couple, we better have some goal as we build up our own party. Gonna be killing for reason beyond gold, or we'll lose ourselves, you know?\" \n\n*Sirdan walked toward the bathroom and then started preparing everything - a mandatory cast of fire spell to heat up the water, taking off of clothes, filling of warm water etc.* \n\n*He jump into the bath afterward and sit down, grabbing some soap to scrub himself off - scented Castille Soap, made from olive oil grown in southern Salvainia. Quite fragrant.*"
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Hm. With who though?\"\n\n*Choosing party members was going to be risky. Any female mercenary who seemed good enough would end up falling prey to her lover. Though she would worry about that later. For now, they needed to clean up. Taking off her clothes, Hu Lang gently lowers herself in with Sirdan, grabbing a sponge from nearby. She could definitely tell that he had gotten stronger as she ran the soap soaked sponge over his chest.*\n\n\"I missed these. A lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Not sure. Maybe we'll find some over in Mentia. Not Katherine for sure. I heard she found a new line of business.\" \n\n*Sirdan would grab a sponge himself, adding some soap, and then started brushing Hu Lang. Once he was done, he would turn her over to help clean her back and tails.* \n\n\"Ah... This feels good. Haven't had anyone give me this for a while. Think we could live a life of luxury if we go on the war path in Mentia, mph?\" \n\n*He closed his eyes.* \n\n\"We'll have to think about where we go. Mentia is full of conflicts. But I don't see much of a purpose fighting on behalf of petty kings and lords. Not sure if you do.\" \n\n\"I think...\"\n\n\"We could side with the South, though I don't see muh of a moral impulse.\" \n\n*He let out a sigh. It was hard to get adventuring if they have nothing but money in mind.* \n\"You wanna become a noble? I want to become a happy merchant, something short of true nobility.\""
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "```fix\nYears / Months Ago, in a stormy night in Silnaria. \n```\nThe job's done. Sirdan's just butchered an entire temple along with Akaise, some bloody loud-mouthed teenager, and a gorgeous kitsune. \n\nThe pay was taken, and the mysterious benefactor turned out to be ....Well, quite mysterious. And seemingly armed with enough men to have killed the whole party. \n\nSirdan turned toward the kitsune as they walked back, toward Sirdan's summoned horses and whatever mount Yukine came in on - if any. He glanced at her wounded, wrapped hands. \n\n\"So, what's next? Looks like Kenpachi and Akaise are going the other way, should probably get back to a city... Far away from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Frustration.* That was all the kitsune could feel at the moment. \n\nThe quest was a success, they were rewarded for their efforts and each went their own way. But Yukine made a mistake, one that cost her a hand, *Literally.*\n\nThe woman was standing next to a gray horse, which had used to arrive on the temple, looking at her bandaged hand while swearing quietly. Hearing the familiar voice, she noticed Sirdan, one of the people she had fought, approaching.\n\n\"Hm? Ah, hi. I think I'll need to find someone to fix\" She paused for a moment, raising her wrapped hand. \"This.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...Right, and we shouldn't be looking for any places nearby.\" He looked at the temple, its wreckage was still burning in the distance. \n\nNope, he didn't like that. \n\n\"Let's ride somewhere far away, get some transport, try to not get any questions asked and then get it healed up. I don't think that was innocent prisoner. We just raided a temple.\" \n\n\"We could ride south to Mentia or take a boat out. Your choice.\"\n\nIt was at this point, Sirdan recalled how deep they were in inland Silnaria. \n\n\"Nevermind about the boat. There's no way we can reach a river for eighty miles.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "She followed Sirdan's gaze, watching the flames take over every inch of the temple.\n\n\"I think Lie is a good choice. Either way we should get out of here.\" Yukine nodded in the direction of Sirdan's horse, and looked at the gray animal beside her. Maybe riding will be a little difficult with a hand like this.\n\n\"When we get there, we will find a place to solve this problem. Until then, I will have to put up with my hand in this state.\" She sighed with a little disappointment, frustration, or even anger, not sure."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan patted his horse and then looked at her. \n\n\"Well, how good are you at riding horses? If you are proficient enough to control it with your legs and with weapons in your hand, you can ride it one-handed. It is a bit dangerous, however. So maybe you can get on the same horse and we'll swap them out as they get exhausted.\" \n\nHe climbed onto his own horse and offered his hand, only to realize that well, Yukine was missing a hand herself. So he got off the saddle, and offered to help her with his hands onto the horse first. \n\nThen he would climb on after he and start riding away, leading the other horse to follow as they rode south.\n\nAs the two continued their journey south, after around two miles of riding, the two would happen upon an abandoned campsite. \n\nThere was a campfire made with piled boulders, and imprints of what was once a bed. There was nothing much useful left behind, except for what appears to be food. \n\nExcept it was discarded, rotten food, Sirdan look at it with disappointment."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine's riding skills are decent, but one-handedness might require attention that she is not willing to give, at least not right now. \"It seems like a good idea to me.\"\n\n*A hand. *\n\nYukine stared at the hand in front of her, and then at the elf's eyes.\n\nHer face showed disbelief for a moment, before she climbed onto her horse with his help. *It's not possible...* She thought. A very small smile appeared on her lips, disappearing almost as fast as it appeared. Her remaining free hand held where she could to keep her balance as they went on their way.\n\n-\n\nUpon arriving at the camp, Yukine arched an eyebrow. She had not gotten off the horse.\n\nShe tilted her head a little, asking the man \"Did you find anything useful?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Nothing useful. This looks like a hunter's camp.\" Sirdan said, and he headed toward one of the corner, kicking around some dirt to try to find anything useful. \n\n\"Just a bunch of trash.\" \n\nAs Sirdan talked about the trash, Yukine would hear the whimper of a wolf from a corner. Sirdan seems to have not noticed it yet, seemingly busy on some kind of detective work regarding the camp's former occupant. Though if Sirdan's attention was called, he would follow Yukine. \n\nSome five meters away, a wolf lied on the floor, bleeding and crippled - it looked like a crossbow bolt had embedded itself in one of its leg, and the wolf is somehow alone and away from the rest of its pack. It looks like a male cub."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine nodded to Sirdan, a little disappointed by the lack of resources they could use. But her feeling was soon gone as she heard the noise in the distance. She looked at the elf to check if he had noticed, but noted that he was in his own world as he looked for something.\n\nShe climbed down the horse with some difficult, almost stumbling when landing, patting it with her healthy hand before leaving to follow the noise. \"Sirdan! There is some animal here, a wolf I think. It's whining.\"\n\nYukine didn't wait for her partner to respond and headed in the direction of the creature. She was shocked by its state when she found the wolf.\n\nA cub coldly struck.\n\n\"Oh my-\" She looked around to make sure there were no others around, crouching down to get a better look at him."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan jumped a bit, alarmed at Yukine calling out at him, and then turned toward her climbing down the horse, almost tumbling. \n\nHe quickly followed her, and looked at the crossbow bolt. He kneeled down, and examined the wound. \n\n\"Ah, the wound isn't too bad, it is something we can fix. I can't talk with it though...\" He looked at the wolf, who whimpered and looked at Yukine and Sirdan. He kneeled down. \n\n\"...Well, this would be troublesome..\" He said, holding his hand to cast a spell of restoration,\"We'll have to pull that out, and it may find it to hurt and not like us... Uhhh...\" Sirdan seems at loss, and looked at Yukine's hands. What if it went aggressive and attacked the two? \n\nHe started patting the wolf's ears, flattening it to calm it down.\n\nThe wolf calmed down after the headpats, and seems convinced of the two's beneficial intentions... Probably. \n\n\"Mind patting him while I pull it out... Actually, no, that might be dangerous. Let's not leave any hand near his mouth... You just... Watch.\"\n\nSirdan prepared to pull the bolt out, hovering his face away from the wolf - their remaining limbs are still quite functional. \n\nWith one hand, he steadily grabbed onto the wolf's arm, and it flailed a bit. He took a deep breath, and then examined the wound, before yanking it out. \n\nA loud, pained yelp, and the wolf flailed on the floor, attempting to get away from the source, but falter again from the wound. He cast his spell of restoration on the wolf, mending the wound.\n\nThe cub's wound is cured. \n\nAnd then it turned toward the person who did not seemingly hurt him - namely, Yukine. It instantly ran up to her, recognizing her wolf-likeness. Maybe it is because she's a kitsune, a fellow canid. Or some other thing. \n\nIt nuzzled against her and tried to follow her. For some reason, it seems less inclined to like Sirdan. \n\nSirdan looks hurt."
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Be careful he doesn't bite you.\" \n\nAs Sirdan prepared to remove the object from the little wolf, she tried to be 'docile' or 'friendly' to the cub. She made sure to let her tails show and wiggle her ears, smiling at the young creature.\n\nShe followed what the elf instructed her and just watched the medic action. For a moment, Yukine's ears drooped to muffle the cry of pain coming from the wolf.\n\nTo the woman's surprise, the puppy came to her.\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\nShe looked down with curiosity, and maybe a little surprise in her eyes. Her gaze shifted between Sirdan and the animal a few times, not knowing exactly what to do. She sat on her knees, feeling the dirt and grass scratch her skin lightly.\n\nThe fabrics of her clothing formed a small puddle of silk around her, beside her nine tails, divided around her and the cub. With one hand, the one that was still there, she petted the wolf, offering a warm smile to it."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I will.\" Sirdan said, but doesn't look too confident in his assessment. \n\nThe wolf seems to be whimpering and in pain, but looked at Yukine. The tail wagging and ears wiggling drew the wolf's attention, and the wolf would be looking at her throughout - until Sirdan yanked the bolt out. \n\nSirdan looked back at Yukine, his hand still holding the bloodied bolt, which he examined with some degree of fascination. \n\n\"Normal lightweight hunting bolt.\" He muttered as Yukine looked at him, and the wolf wagged its tail in front of the kitsune. \n\nThe wolf accepted the pet, much to Sirdan's surprise. It seems to be following Yukine around. \n\n\"He seems to like you, Yukine. Maybe think of a name for him. I've got dried meat I can feed him. We better get going though.\" \n\nSirdan looked up at the sky, it is getting late, and they haven't found a place to shelter in. \n\n\"If we keep going along the road, we should find a tavern... Although, I am not sure what to do with a wolf. I don't think tavern owner would appreciate us bringing one in. He's not exactly a dog nor does he look like one...\"\n\n\"And leaving one of us behind to buy food is honestly too scary for me.\""
},
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"*A name?\" She looked at the puppy for a moment while still petting its fur, receiving a few clumsy licks in return. A name seemed like a good idea, the only problem was, what name?*\n\n*She stood up slowly so she wouldn't end up off balance, then leaned over so she could catch the animal in her arm. A somewhat difficult task, but one that proved successful with how calmly the wolf stood next to Yukine. She let his belly rest on her arm and tried to balance him, making sure that he would not accidentally slip out of her arm.*\n\n*\"I don't think a tavern is in our options... Isn't it, cute thing?\" She thinned her voice a little to speak to the cub. She turned her gaze back to the man, her face as natural as if she had never just spoke as if she were talking to a baby. \"Shall we continue, then? We can find other things besides a tavern. Speaking of finding, did you find anything while kicking over there?\"*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I'm not good with naming a dog...\" *Sirdan sighed, and then turned toward his horse. He patted her on the head, and then turned toward the dog again, rubbing his chin.*\n\n\"Or a wolf. I've heard of a plant like potato from Runra. How about we name him... Ta... Taroll? Taro? Is that how you pronounce it?\" *He seemed very doubtful about his mastery of Runra, and then blinked as Yukine picked the wolf.* \n\n*The wolf seems surprisingly docile and willing to be picked up. Maybe he has already recognized Yukine as a mother of some sort. Or a food dispenser.* \n\n\"Indeed... But we'll have to stop somewhere to get feed and food, including for our new buddy.\" *He then turned toward the empty campsite, and shook his head,*\"Nothing but disappointment. Alas.\" \n\n\"Let's continue on foot. If anyone ask, just say it is your summoned animal companion, and hope he don't act too unruly if we have to go into civilization.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Yukine laughed lightly. \"It's Taro, Sirdan. But I like this name, it sounds silly to me, it suits him.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Great. Well, hello Taro!\" *He said, waving at the wolf in Yukine's functional arm.* \n\n*It does not respond.* \n\n*Sirdan sadly returned to his horse.* \n\n\"It's getting late, hope we reach the next town soon.\" He looked around, they might need to stay outside for a bit...\n\nAn hour later, dusk is approaching, and the two and Taro hears some strange noises from ahead, of a bunch of men whining and complaining. As they closed in, the scene would become clear. \n\nIt looked like a group of around seven poorly armed Silnari teenagers were gathered around a horse and a cart. The horse's legs were crushed, and it looked like wagon flipped on its side on the road, one of them looked alarmed, and turned toward Sirdan. \n\n\"Hey! You there! Help us out!\" The person who looked like its leader looked at Yukine. He looked young, but there was just *Something* About him that looked out of place, it looked like he had a lot of experience."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*There is no way to lie. Taro's constant rejections to Sirdan were heartbreaking.*\n\n*Yukine's ears twitched as she felt the sound coming from a distance, putting her on alert immediately. Her tails were gathered into one to try to be more discreet.*\n\n*She took a step back defensively, turning her body to keep Taro further behind. \"What happened here?\" Yukine looked him up and down, switching her gaze between him and the scene behind him.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The man turned toward Yukine,*\"We were setting out on a journey to find the beastkins who stole our livestock, and our supply wagon flipped over on the road. Your companion look strong, maybe you can help us out?\" \n\nSirdan looked at the wagon and the wounded horse, and then approached them,\"You all don't look fit enough to fight any beastkin, which village you came from? You should go back.\"\n\nSirdan cast a healing spell on the horse - always so useful, and then helped detach the horse from the wagon to help it up. Carefully. \n\nAs Sirdan did that, the leader quickly approached Sirdan's purse from behind"
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Yukine couldn't do much while everything was going on because of her hand - which was cut off - and because of Taro who was still on her other arm. *\n\n*If really necessary she would leave the cub on the ground to help Sirdan. Come to think of it, he wouldn't need help anyway. They were just sneaky teenagers.*\n\n*She couldn't help but look at the group out of the corner of her eye as she talked to Sirdan. *\n\n*\"Let's go to their village.\" She agreed with her head. \"Summoning?\" Yukine lowered one of her ears, looking hesitant for a moment. \"No...\" *\n\n*The kitsune lowered both ears this time, hiding her tails behind her. She looked embarrassed.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Well, let's leave them be.\" \n\n*Sirdan glared at the teenagers, leaving them alone as he continued toward the village.* \n\n\"Ah, well, it would be a useful skill for you to acquire sometimes. Perhaps I could set you up with a mentor once we arrive in safety... Anyway, where'd you come from and where are you planning to go?\" *Sirdan asked. They've journeyed for almost half a day without knowing this question.* \n\nThere would be plenty of time for Yukine to introduce herself while they walked to the village. \n\n\"Sirdan, mercenary from the Siuian Empire. And you're from Runra, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*\"That would be very kind of you.\" Yukine said gently.*\n\n*\"I come from a family of origin in Runra. I have no plans for any specific place.\" Yukine looked forward as she talked to Sirdan, she decided to formally introduce herself to the elf.*\n\n*\"Yukine, I work as a bounty hunter, as I said, I'm from Runra.\"*\n\n*Silence settled for a moment.*\n\n*\"I'm sorry in case you don't have much about me to offer you...\"*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mysterious girl, aren't you?\" *Sirdan teased, tilted his head and then turned toward the village in front of him - it was a large village, around a hundred in population, surrounded by farmland - most of the farmers have already retired to the center village, which was fortified with several stone towers and a gate. Typical of a frontier construction.* \n\n*There was only two young teenagers standing guard. And one of them yelled at Sirdan.* \n\n\"Who goes there!\" The villager shouted. Sirdan waved back. \n\n\"Sirdan! I'm escorting this lady to Mentia after her ship wrecked on the coast of Silnaria. We seek shelter and will pay in gold and tales!\" *The elf answered. It took a bit before the filmsy gate opened, and the two are let in.* \n\n\"Yukine, I hope you're great at making up stories. We'll be pretending to be traveler. No one like mercenary. Not out here. I'm uh, a guard, an adventurer, monster hunter.\" \n\n*The two entered the village, and would be instantly swarmed by kids, some of whom are reaching out for Taro's tail!*\n\n\"Don't touch him, he's... A Runran direwolf, he likes to bite.\" \n\n*One of the kid reach out for Yukine's tail instead. His concerned parents look like they are about to stop her.*"
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Yukine spent some time telling them random stories she'd heard as a child, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. Still surrounded by the little ones, she turned to the elf with a genuine smile on her face. She looked happy.*\n\n\"To be honest, it's been a long time since I interacted with one.\"\n\n*While Sirdan took care of more 'important' matters, the kitsune continued to play with the children until their parents took them away. She told various tales and what the lands in Runra were like, in addition to showing Taro briefly. When they finally got tired, she went back to the man and listened.*\n\n\"Thank you for achieving all this for us, Sirdan. As for my hand -\" *She glanced quickly at the member.* \"I think we could try asking him.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan tilted his head, and then looked at the children surrounding her.* \n\n\"Then take your time and enjoy it.\" \n\n*When she was done playing with the children, Sirdan was a bit confused, the phrasing of the kitsune seems to imply that he was achieving much more,*\"Ah, no problem. Let's get you back to a safe place. Anyway... Let's ask the village elder about what to do. We need to get you a healer - one who can restore your limb. That shouldn't be too rare around - we just need a classically trained healer doctor, most larger village and town will have one.\" \n\n\"And we can see if we want to help with any problem around... But we should get your hand resolved first.\""
},
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"author": "Ansari GM Edition",
"message": "Eiluned: \nGreetings! I am Eiluned, the honored elder of this Silnarian village.\n\nAs for finding a healer, I would recommend seeking out our village healer, Isolde. She has a cottage near the eastern edge of the village and is known for her extensive knowledge of herbal remedies and magical healing arts.\n\nAs for assisting our village, any aid would be greatly appreciated. We have been facing recent raids from the beastkin, and any extra hand to help with repairing and fortifying the village would be a great help. Additionally, if you could bring back any news of the youth who left to pursue the beastkin, it would bring peace to their worried families and be a great service to our village.\n\nI am confident that Isolde would be willing to reward any help given to our village with some of her remedies or perhaps even some of the magical artifacts she has collected over the years. Thank you for your willingness to assist us. May the ancestors bless your journey."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I have encountered a group of youth on my way to this village. It appears that the wagon that were taken with them fell off track on the road outside. When I tried to help them, the leader tried to steal from my purse. I decided to leave them be. Maybe they'll return to the village soon. Should I do anything about them? The leader doesn't seems very appreciative of my effort, and I do not wish to shed any blood.\"\n\nSirdan looked toward Yukine for her opinions."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"I think you should receive these young people with a hell of a punishment. They tried to rob us after we stopped to help.\" \n\n*Perhaps Yukine got too carried away with that comment.*\n\n\"About the healer, thank you very much. As for assistance, I think we can do something, right?\" *She looked at the elf with one ear cocked to the side, arching her brow.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Mmm... I am just one person and my labor can only do so much for fortifying the village. Unless you are sure the beastkin will arrive soon, I cannot do much. I will gladly offer my sword to defend, but Yukine and I must continue on our journey.\""
},
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"author": "Ansari GM Edition",
"message": "Eiluned: \nGreetings, my friend. I appreciate your honesty regarding the youth and the attempted theft. Such behavior is unacceptable in our village and, if they do return, they will certainly face consequences for their actions.\n\nAs for your offer to help fortify the village, we are grateful for any assistance you can provide. As for continuing your journey, I understand that you have your own goals and destinations. However, please know that if the beastkin do attack, your aid in defending our village would be greatly appreciated and remembered by our people.\n\nRegarding the young thieves, if you do encounter them on your travels, feel free to detain them and bring them back to the village for proper judgment. The safety and prosperity of our village are of utmost importance, and I would not ask you to put yourself in danger. Thank you for your understanding and willingness to help."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"So, Yukine, how about we go look for Isolde and see if we can pay her to fix up your wound? Then we can see if we should stay around for the beastkin or handle the delinquent.\""
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Oop. Yukine forgot for a moment that until her hand was healed, the one who would actually do the hard work was Sirdan.\n\n\"Okay, thank you very much sir.\"\n\n*She turned to Sirdan this time.*\n\n\"Let's go find Isolde. I can't bear to carry Taro with one hand anymore. Then we can decide later.\"\n\n*Taro made a noise, akin to a tuneful bark.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"In that case, I'll carry him for you, I wonder if he'd bite me in the neck though.\" \n\n*He would attempt to take Taro from Yukine's hands so he could hug the puppy and bring it to Isolde.* \n\n*Results to be determined* \n\n*After either a biting incident or Taro snuggling time, the two would arrive at Isolde's hut, it was indeed further away from the forest...*\n\n—\n```fix\nIsolde\n```\nGreeting the pair was a petite woman with long, silver haired, braided and adorned with flowers picked from the nearby field. Her eyes are a deep, forest green, and she is visibly old. But she is full of life and energy. \n\nShe walked from her garden to meet the two. \n\n\"Hello. What do you seek?\" \n\n\"I'd like to have my companion's hand restored. She lost it in a fight against bandits when her ship wrecked on the shores.\""
},
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "Ansari-\n```fix\nIsolde\n```\nIsolde responded with a look of concern and a kind smile. \"Oh my, that is a serious injury indeed. However, I am confident that I can help restore your companion's hand. Let us see what we can do.\" She would then examine the injury carefully, taking note of the extent of the damage and any other factors that might affect the healing process.\n\n\"I will need to gather some materials for the spell,\" Isolde would explain. \"In the meantime, please make yourselves comfortable. I will do all that I can to help your companion.\" She would then move about her cottage, gathering ingredients and preparing the necessary components for the spell.\n\nOnce everything was ready, Isolde would begin the healing process, using her knowledge of magic and her connection to the natural world to help restore Yukine's hand to its former state. Throughout the process, she would offer words of encouragement and comfort, focusing on the task at hand with utmost care and attention to detail."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "*Yukine carefully handed the cub to Sirdan, hoping that he wouldn't end up trying to rip the elf's hand off. At first, Taro was slightly suspicious of the man who had hurt him earlier, but after a warm smile from Yukine, he quieted down.*\n\n-\n\n*As they arrived on the scene, the kitsune was slightly nervous to see the healer. She had never had an injury of this severity, so the anxiety appeared in the back of her mind, however much she would never admit it.*\n\n*She lowered her ears unconsciously as Isolde examined her hand, memories of her failure running through her head again and again.*\n\n*She was ashamed.*\n\n*While Isolde prepared things for Yukine's treatment, she talked with Sirdan about Runra. She didn't reveal much about herself, but she didn't hide anything about her homeland.\n\n*During the treatment, she felt slight pain, but tried to cope as best she could. She did not want Sirdan to see her like this, but he could tell her discomfort by her low ears and tails together.*"
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"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*It had been much too long since Emma had come to a place such as this- the song of the birds in the trees, the chirping of the insects below let her know even without the assistance of her magic that she was home. Her eyes glint with the radiance of the setting sun as she takes off her mask that contains the eye marking on it, leaving it with the shoes that she had worn to her recent performance. The grass feels nice upon her soles, as it usually does.*\n\n*Alongside this, she flicks her hand, summoning a small pigeon to perch on her shoulder, taking their sense of sight over the course of a few moments so she can see the various items around that she would only be able to feel before. These moments remind her of her childhood...*\n\n\"It's nice.\"\n\n*She finishes her thought aloud, beginning to hum along to the tune of the birds above, her focus remaining on pitch and rhythm. Her lute, etched with various childish markings of her past, sits alongside her things, leaned up against a tree.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel unfurled the map with his hands, looking around for any notable markings that would suggest he was heading the right way through Prasia. He didn't visit the Dwarven lands often, only having to pass through here every now and then to advance his weaponry. And, having made a quick visit to a blacksmith, he now had to retrace his steps to return to the Beastkin lands. It was amusing with a Silnari of all people heading through either lands. None of the races had a good history with one another, but Terrel didn't care too much. \n\nWith it having grown cold in season, Terrel had changed away from his usual garb into a blue overcoat. The pig mask he typically wore still remained on his face, but other than that his attire seemed to have changed quite a bit. Around his shoulders rested a Furrow, a rodent-like bird. It typically took shelter in his hair, but nowadays the animal felt safe enough to be out in the open. Maybe it was because of the lack of predators around or something. Terrel was never sure. For a while he seemed focus on his task of following the map, only for his attention to be caught by the sound of someone humming distantly. He paused for a while, his bird matching his confused look. Maybe common sense should have told him not to follow some random voice in the forest with his history of finding crazy people out here, but he had to admit, he was curious at times. \n\nHe began to follow it, the noise gradually growing louder in time until past the trees, his gaze had fallen upon the source of it. An Air Macen. How strange to find one out here. Terrel would have at least figured it to be a Dwarf or maybe a strange animal of sorts. He found himself listening for a while, the sound reminding him of a woman he once met in the outskirts of Salvania.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*The various birds and animals that by this point had gathered around the Air Macen begin dispersing soon after hearing hearing the Silnari approach, Emma's mind filled with indistinct chatter that basically surmounted to 'scary'... Though in the pigeon's vision that had been perched on her shoulder, he didn't seem that bad. It was unlike the people around the capital to venture into the wilds without having a clear destination, so they were obviously not from around here. How odd.*\n\n*After a brief moment of contemplation and silence, she turns her head towards the one that had disturbed her song, milky and murky eyes gazing at them as the pigeon takes off and lands in a nearby tree, watching the coming exchange. Perhaps this was someone similar to her, as evidenced from the Furrow on their shoulder.*\n\n\"Hello. It is not often that people come out here, especially not foreigners. They usually stick to the paths, however long and winding they may be. I'm usually alone out here. A nice change of pace, I suppose.\"\n\n*She smiles gently, the soothing evening rays reflecting off of her eyes. They would probably be beautiful, if not for the fact that they were obviously vestigial in nature.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's gaze shifted as the animals all seemed to suddenly vanish away in his presence. Seemed like he crashed whatever gathering they were having. It was true that him and the Macen may have one thing in common. Terrel was rather fond of some animals. Even having quite a few pets at home. Hearing the woman's sudden greeting, he figured that he might as well join her in the clearing, not realizing he had been staring up to the point of the animals leaving. \n\nShe had mentioned something about foreigners which was strange as he wouldn't have expected her to anything else.*\"You're... From around here...?\"*He eventually asked. His voice was rather low in tempo as was typical of a Fricharii. It had been some time since he had really spoken to anyone with all the traveling he was doing, so this was a nice change of pace. Terrel finally looked back at her, only now meeting her gaze and noticing the blankness of her eyes. He couldn't help himself from half-consciously waving his hand to and fro in front himself, as if testing the idea of her actually being able to see him.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*The Air Macen looks at the soil beneath her, sighing slighly.*\n\n\"Everyone always does that when they find out I'm blind. It's humorous at this point.\"\n\n*Emma chuckles at the hand gesture, copying it somewhat well, her other hand touching the ground as she whispers something under her breath, as if speaking to the earth itself. Her eyes quickly land back on Terrel, peering into his eyes.*\n\n\"And yes, I'm from around here. My name is Emma.\"\n\n*Now that Terrel looks at her, she isn't actually looking at his eyes as it had first appeared. She is looking at him, yes, but there is something off about it, as every time she would look back, her eyes would land in a different place, sometimes at the forehead, others at the eyes. Such an occurrence takes place soon after, as she stands, looking down to brush herself off before her gaze lands somewhere near the eyes, though not quite.*\n\n\"What brings you to this batch of Nature?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Right-.\"*He said, lowering his hand at her confirmation.*\"You seem to see awfully well for someone who is. Well sort of.\"*He let out a light chuckle at her response.*\"Name's Terrel. Mainly passing through here before realizing that someone else was around.\"*Maybe she was one of those nature mages, though if that was the case, hopefully this encounter wouldn't end similar to another one he knew. It didn't go the best to say the least.*\"Granted the wise idea would have been to turn the other way, but I've been walking for long enough as is. I'm guessing you just come out here for the sake of it?\""
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"I am only well due to my efforts, as most others typically work to try and be.\"\n\n*A few of the smaller animals peeks their heads out of the grass, warily looking at Terrel for a few moments before crawling over to the lute laying against the tree and transporting it over to Emma, before doing the same with the mask. She dons the mask, a singular eye taking up the top half of the mask that glows for a moment as it is worn, the pigeon that was in the tree disappearing at the wave of a hand. The wooden mask itself covers the top half of the Macen's face, leaving only her mouth exposed as she continues:*\n\n\"It's for the sake of these little ones as well as myself. After all, no one comes out here of my kind to be their friend, especially since many of them live in other nations. They have light in their hearts, wishing to be spread, untainted by expectations and other such constructions. My music is a vehicle for such light to be spread. You could call it a faith, even, though I seem to be the only one that believes in it that I've met.\"\n\n*Her head shakes slightly, before her head turns to the animals, kissing each of them on the head and whispering thanks after they begin climbing on her, squeaking happily. One of them makes a bed on her head, making the now masked woman look silly. After all, they like hearing her sing, what is the best place to hear but as close as possible?*\n\n\"Would you like to hear a song? You may have heard it if you were in the capital at any point, as I perform there often.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel watched the animals cautiously make their way back over to her, returning her stuff with as much organization as would take weeks of training with his wolves. The world had its wonder though and each day he was met with something new.*\"Out of simplicity, I'll call it faith... Like the magic type.\"*He said in response. Although he was a magic-less Silnari, he retained some memory from the book he had glimpsed through before a Lathian had taken it away. Only recently had he learned that there was a nature type unlike the ones he used to study, ones that allowed people to communicate with animals. He wondered if she was similar. She did give him the same weird vibes if anything, but nothing seemed too psychotic of her just yet.*\n\n\"I don't travel to the Capitol often unless I'm upgrading my weaponry or passing through.\"*He told her, glancing out into the forest before finally deciding to fold up his map and tuck it away for the time being. Terrel was sure he could find his way back to town later.*\"Sure, I'll listen.\"*He eventually said, coming to take a seat in figuring the animals would find it more passive of him being closer at their level. At least his Furrow seemed comfortable enough in his company despite their history. The bird chittered at the other animals as thy moved about, clinging to the Silnari's locks of hair to not risk falling away from his shelter.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*After receiving the affirmation from Terrel, she moves down once again, first onto her knees and then sitting sideways, letting the various woodland creatures nuzzle up against her. The Macen grabs her lute, playing a note across the entirety, messing around with the fret board for tuning before inhaling deeply. A smile spreads across her face as she sets the base of the lute onto her right knee. Though unseen behind the mask, she closes her eyes, taking in the surroundings through her other senses... Before beginning. At first it's quiet, but slowly gains volume over the course of her playing, as if the leaves were magnifying her sound, though never uncomfortably. She decides not to sing for now, simply playing a song she had learned whilst in the bardic college, more animals coming and laying their heads down peacefully nearby as she continues, some even nuzzling up to Terrel as he listens.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel listened to the tune for a while, watching as the woman strummed away in what peace she felt while playing that Terrel did not. It wasn't long before he had grown distracted as more and more animals began to appear in the clearing, drawing his attention away from their attraction to the song. He never seen song used as magic before. It was magic wasn't it? Most wild animals would stray away at the first sign of a person roaming about if not try to attack outright.*\"Do... A bunch of forest animals typically come to listen whenever you play...?\"*He asked in a softer tone, aware of all the animals surrounding him.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"They can understand me, through my music especially. Each individual has their own personality. For example, the grass likes when I play the lute more, but the birds adore when I sing along with them. The wilds were my first friend, after all. Though they may be simple, they are pure.\"\n\n*During this, she finishes the song, changing the tuning once again before flicking her hand, a pigeon appearing on it. It flies onto her shoulder, whistling a bit as she plays a scale, letting the bird accustom itself. She turns to the other birds in the trees, smiling widely.*\n\n\"Would you like to join in? I need at least four of you. My close friend here will lead you all.\"\n\n*A few of the fliers join her, perching on her shoulder alongside the summoned one. It would be a few moments, but the summoned pigeon begins whistling a tune and they begin following in suit, as if they are practicing.*\n\n\"Give them a moment, then we can do another.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Yep, she was definitely one of those weird nature people. Maybe if he sat still enough the animals wouldn't all react to him suddenly. It was always hard to tell the unpredictability of animals and those that have some form of control over them. He didn't say anything though, simply watching as the pigeon was summoned again and started creating a tune for the other birds to follow. His furrow attempted to chitter along for a bit before eventually giving up and listening instead.*\"Did you grow up in the wilds?\"*He decided to ask simply while they were tuning themselves up for another song. Terrel had met quite a few outcasts in the woods of Ombu, some wanting to tag along with his group rather than stay. With all the mages that seemed to control the woods these days, he could see why. He wondered if her story was similar or if the blindness simply led her to such. It was like she could see in a away, yet never focusing.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"Something like that. This is one of the favorites among the non-dwarves whenever I see them around.\"\n\n*After some excited chirping and pecking later, Emma plays a scale, the birds tweeting along with it as she goes through each individual note.*\n\n\"Good. Follow my friend's lead, now.\"\n\n*As such, her fingers begin strumming away after she removes her mask and sets it down next to her, becoming absorbed once again, eyes closed. She enjoyed the breeze when it blew, each breath of the wild coursing through her being as she inhales, the voice of so tempered by her vocal cords and expelled through once the passage gets to where she sings. Those beaked do not join in until the latter half of the song, at the behest of her 'friend'.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel went silent once more as they started up a new song. Once again, listening for a short while before his attention faded elsewhere, this time mostly on her as she seemed to be completely in tune with her music.*\"Are you a traveling musician?\"*He asked.*\"I would... Assume not since you're from around here, but I don't typically meet a lot of musicians on the road. And I've met quite a lot on the road...\"*That wasn't to list every person individually. Some were pleasant. Some not so much. Perhaps she remained stationed here without much interest of travel, but at the mention of hardly seeing other Macens, it was a wonder if why she didn't visit a neighboring Capitol. Maybe since these creatures couldn't follow, but he began to suspect some to be mere illusions or summons rather.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*This time, the song concludes before she responds, her right hand brushing along the top of the grass next to her as it eventually touches on the mask next to her. Her fingers run along its surface, finding the edge of it so she can actually grab it, placing it awkwardly on her face as the symbol glows briefly once again. It hangs sideways, quickly remedied as she fixes it, now able to see the problem.*\n\n\"Ah, there we are. I don't use these guys when I perform typically, only when I'm out in the wilds. Occasionally, if I'm camping with other people, a few of these will come and join in, but here in the forests near the capitol's mountains is where they tend to come in droves.\"\n\n*Most animals begin dispersing after a bit, since she seemed to be done playing for the time being. A few stuck around, like the birds that helped with the song, still tweeting a tune of their own making. Once she moves to stand, however, they flutter off back into the trees, all except the one that seemed to have been conjured from her gesture earlier, which flies onto her head.*\n\n\"And no, I'm not from around here. My origin is towards the outskirts of the Empire, I merely came to learn in the capitol. Now, I have a residence there, from which I travel to different regions in the Empire and share the light with those who would hear it. I haven't been underground yet because it is too expensive, but I hope someday to unite the two regions with song. It's the least I can do for the place that birthed me, after all.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well not sure if music has that kind of power, but I suppose we live in a magic world.\"*With all the animals vanishing away, Terrel finally stood back up from his spot.*\"You seem more like a bard of sorts, but they typically travel with a group. I've met one once without one. Never knew what she got up to afterwards.\"\n\n*He gazed around the forest, drinking in the peace of it for the moment.*\"But I can see staying here being much nicer. Traveling has its hardships and yes, monetary need as well.\"*He admitted. It was hardly much problem for him, though he never lingered in the Dwarven long to full explore it outside of the occasional city. He was sure they had all kinds of underground networks worth visiting. Maybe he'd look into it one day when he wasn't busy.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"Indeed. I am a Bard. I studied in one of their schools for a few years.\"\n\n*Emma makes her way over to her boots that she had left by the lute and mask previously, slipping her feet into them as she stretches a little bit. A giggle escapes from her as she waves her hand and places down her lute, roots sprouting up to hold her feet in place as she leans forwards to attempt to touch her toes, which she does with some difficulty. She was confident that the Silnari in the pig mask was not hostile, so she felt comfortable doing such a thing.*\n\n\"Where's your next destination, if you don't mind me asking?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Heading west to the beastkin lands.\"*He answered while casually watching her.*\"Got some business in the Capitol there so I have a lot of traveling ahead of me.\"*He removed his map from his cloak, slowly unfolding it.*\"I was hoping to reach a city somewhere out here by day's end. But things are pretty sparse out in Prasia. Or maybe I simply haven't visited often enough. Could be either one.\""
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*The roots retreat back into the ground as Emma completes fussing with the boots, the bird on her head flying up and landing on a nearby branch. She turns, hands behind her back, a warm, gentle smile across her face, like a girl much younger than her age, eyes filled with energy.*\n\n\"You're in luck, good sir! This forest is on the outskirts of the capital city, Esvoduko. I can lead you there, if you like. I can also vouch for you should anything come up; it's the least I can do for someone who bathed in the origin of the light with me. No one else comes out here, on purpose or by accident.\"\n\n*She hums to herself happily as she awaits Terrel's response. To be excited over something like this... She was a lonely girl. Who could blame her, for she has to keep her true visage behind a mask and could never see the world through her own eyes? The Macen herself was unsure why she was feeling so elated.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"What would come up...?\"*He said in a softer yet confused tone. Terrel hadn't encountered any trouble before passing through the region. Most typically seemed rather pleasant at any rate. He looked over to her, seeing that she was looking to lead him. Some would consider it common sense not to follow a blind person. Then again, when has he ever followed that when it was inconvenient for him?*\"You sure you know where to go?\"*He questioned.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"I sure do! It'll take a few hours by foot, but I can fix that. You know how to ride a horse, right?\"\n\n*Emma flicks her hand as the bird disappears, in its place two draft horses nearby her after a few seconds and a short incantation under her breath that seemed to be in Menti rather than the common language. Her smile stays as she turns and prances over to one of them, stroking them on the neck. It had been a while since she had used this incantation in particular since she has a pair of actual horses at home, but she thought it would be more convenient if they left on horseback. Her head turns back towards Terrel:*\n\n\"I hope you do.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Been riding them all my life.\"*He said with a grin, watching as she summoned the pair. He had a few horses of his own, though they were all the way across the country.*\"You're really good at this nature magic aren't you?\"*Terrel couldn't recall seeing many summoners as far mages went, only the occasional one that had the capabilities of creating a quick Mount. Though it seemed as if she were summoning every animal in the forest. Which was a first as far as he could recall. He approached one of the mounts, offering his hand to give them a light stroke. Terrel didn't have many treats to give, but it was a wonder if the horses needed them at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "\"This is but a simple application, from my knowledge.\"\n\n*Emma, whilst making contact with her mount, makes a connection with it, a slight spark between them as it squats down a little to let her on. She seems to jump on, not really afraid of missing the mark and falling: she was quite agile as well. She was actually inexperienced in riding, but her connection with the animals let her bypass that significantly since she could connect directly with them and talk with them, especially those that she summons.*\n\n*The horse Terrel strokes gives a light neigh as it flinches away for a moment, before allowing the hand to touch it, a breeze rushing in all the while to cool off those present.*\n\n\"Well, if we make a decent pace, we'll be able to get there sooner. I usually just walk, but I also don't usually have someone with me.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Wouldn't horse travel still be better considering the horses can at least se-\"*He decided to cut himself off there, figuring the woman has shown herself to be abled enough to not be the brunt of every blind comment. With the horse's nervous acceptance, he cautiously mounted up on the animal and gave it a tap in its side with his foot to get them to turn.*\"Alright, which way?\"*He asked her instead.*"
},
{
"author": "Emma, The Blind",
"message": "*Emma points a direction almost immediately: directly in front of her. It seemed that she had summoned the horses facing that direction. The horses themselves are rather docile in comparison to most other horses, likely because they are linked to their contractor. She sighs, laying down on the back of her horse, a small flash of light as a set of roots come up from the ground and tie her to the horse, rooting her in place, after which she goes limp, the horse summon seeming to have much more vigor than before. From those knowledgeable, she had taken control of the horse. As such, the horse with the woman on it takes off towards the distance at a brisk pace, their eyes a hazy white like their owner, though much more brilliant in color.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel watched her with a much more perplexed expression as she had gone limp and summoned the roots to tie her down. He did the waving motion again, though it seemed like she didn't give much response before the horse suddenly trotted off on its own. Strange. Had he understood this level of magic, perhaps he could have piece together that she was in full control of the horse now, but that much had never been taught to him before. If anything, it looked like a dangerous and ridiculous way of riding a horse, but he didn't have much else to do except to follow. Tapping on his horse, he got it to follow hers and soon setting off towards Esvoduko.*"
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{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "```A lost outpost...```\n\nUpon entering the Academia, one could notice just how busy it was. The place was filled to the brim with various folk, some resembling mercenaries while others scholars. A spacious corridor was lit up by hanging gleams of light. They hovered perfectly still - unnaturally so. Although no windows were anywhere in sight, a pleasant breeze kept the air in the hallway refreshing - like the spawn of a thousand trees. Chit-chat echoed about, yet no one raised their tone above a calm mutter. People in lengthy robes with unique ornaments passed by the formed line of guests. As soon as they went up to the columns that held all in place, arcane waves would weave openings invisible to the naked eye. The academics would disappear right behind the corner, replaced by the next.\n\nThe applicants were all organized in lines of three with no specific patterns. Judging by the pauses and the speed with which they were moving forward, there were about a few minutes before they could reach the staircase that seemed like the end point. That would be the perfect time for them to get to know who they were stuck with. A well-dressed young man, a rather pale elf with a unique attire and an interesting canifor with an even more interesting pet - those were the members of one of the many trios. Different ambitions had led each of them there, yet from that point on they were to be a team."
},
{
"author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel",
"message": "*Lucrum had evidently gotten bored of staring at his compass, It so happened to be so intriguing to him it became hypnotic, as only he himself knew it's value. But nonetheless today was not his tale to tell! \n\nAs he sighs lowly and places it in his pocket for another day, It was around this time he bites his pride and speaks up to introduce himself to his new found companions. . . Albeit them indifferent but pleasant to have alongside. . . He wondered to himself what would be his opener? . . . He pushes his spectacles back as he smiles softly as he twirls on his two heels to face the two. He keeps his voice appropriate to the volume around them, he place a hand over his heart and bows slightly to not bump into the person behind him.*\n\n\"Greetings, I am Lucrum K. It's a *Pleasure* To meet you two. . . What shall I refer to you as? Elf and Canifor?\"\n*Lucrum was no doubt a Macen, but he wasn't your typical. As he was raised by Elves, he knew their standards. But he has his own code, As he pays his gratitude forwards.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna had kept her gaze lowered as she stood in waiting, her ears swiveling one way then another as she would listen to the other people around her talk. Her Jackal had sat down by her feet, gazing at each person with a look of distrust. A low growl resonated deep in his throat, though he would occasionally lose the sound to look up at his owner to check on her.\n\nJuna ran her finger along the string of her bow, finding comfort and distraction in the action alone. She had let out quiet sigh before a voice met her ears, one that sounded closer that the background noises of the groups of people talking to one another. She looked up to see that it was a Macen introducing himself to her and an Elf that stood close by.\n\nThe Canifor would give a small dip of her head as she said shyly:*\n\n\"It's a pleasure to meet you Lucrum. You can call me Juna.\" *She gave a timid smile before lowering her gaze back to her Jackal that sat by her side. Juna considered introducing him as well, but the Jackal seemed to usually make do in doing it himself.*"
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"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*The Prancing Rose. An old establishment, known for its entertainment, drinks, and of course, secrets. Finely dressed men and women slid across the floor, dancing to the music as a woman sang on stage. Some shadier types chose to remain at their booths, dealing with gold, words, shadows, and blood.*\n\n*Livio was somewhere in between. He had reached the place through pure hearsay, overhearing an employer talking about it after he \"Left\" The area. Was he here for secrets? For work? Opportunity? Or maybe just some fun? He wasn't quite sure, but he might as well have a good time while he was here. A pearl shirt silk shirt, a gold and black vest, dark pants, and a snow-colored cloak with a glass of white wine in his hand, Livio meandered around, though one person seemed to catch his eye more than the others did.*"
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*The Blue Rose. Just like everyone calls Mai Bloodthorn in the Prancing Rose. The night was just beginning and customers were arriving in droves. A party was organized by Mai and some other employees, including of course the owner of the establishment himself. *\n\n*The kemonomimi stood in the center of a room lit by candles and glowing stones, dressed all in black. Her dress fell to her shoulders and had a slit at the side, the skirt was not so long that there would be no accident. The fabric had details done in silver thread that imitated the shapes of roots growing along the body. Mai had blue hair wavy at the end of her back, with a few silver threads hanging along the strands, which stood out against her tanned skin.*\n\n*She greeted several men, elves, while smiling. She seemed happy to anyone who saw her.*"
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Typically, one didn't try to make a move with anyone running the place. They had a job to do, after all. Much less one of the hostesses of the party, who was easily out of the league of nearly everyone in the room. Nearly. Livio didn't know that Mai had helped organize the party; he simply saw her as the center of attention, the sapphire in the middle of the room admired by all. And like a thief in a museum, he hoped to steal her away. Not that knowing she was important would have denied him anyway.*\n\n*Moving like a ghost through the crowd, the man in white made his way towards the middle, his golden eyes eventually making contact with Mai. Moving up to her, he gave a slight nod towards the kemonomimi, before beckoning to her with his glass.*\n\n\"Lovely night, isn't it?\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*A snowflake in a crowd. After chatting briefly with the Silnari guests, Mai's crystal blue eyes caught a white spot amidst so many people. Her lips puckered to the side at the man's approach, turning slowly to meet him.*\n\n*\"Indeed, and it is still early.\"*\n\n*Mai smiled at the man and soon after was served by a waiter, a man with rabbit ears. She took a glass of wine and thanked him in a foreign accent. She turned her attention back to Livio, keeping her expression warm and inviting. Her piercing eyes scrutinized every detail of the man in front of her with attention.* \n\n*He could notice natural eyeliner around her eyes that resembled those of a cat.*\n\n*\"Tell me, what do you think of today's event?\" Are you having fun?*"
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Despite having eyes of crystal, Mai's expression was warm, inviting, like the soft silk sheets as smooth as her skin. His guard was slightly up though; he could tell that this was an acute woman with her eyes picking up every detail about him. So of course, he would give her what she wanted, brushing his cloak to the side to reveal his entire figure. Under the silken shirt were broad shoulders, and Mai could tell that the cloth was just barely sitting on his skin.*\n\n\"Indeed, I'm having an excellent time. The music, the dancing, the wine, and especially the beauty all around. Though I must admit I really am drawn by a small portion of the stage.\"\n\n\"Ah, I should introduce myself. I'm Livio Glace.\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*The woman slowly lowered her eyes over Livio's face, down his neck and to where his shoulders were visible without the coat. Not bad. He knew how to play a good game and luckily the kemonomini was addicted to this kind of bet.*\n\n*\"I'm glad you're enjoying the night, I hope you leave here with memorable marks.\" Mai raised her glass a little towards him.*\n\n*\"Oh? What a pity, there are many dancers here who are very beautiful, like diamonds in coal. I can introduce you to the ones that delighted you personally if you like.\"*\n\n*\"Livio Glace. It's a pleasure to meet you, you can call me Mai.\"*\n\n*She repeated his name with the accent of Silnaria and a touch of Runran. \"How about we enjoy the party, hm?\"*"
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{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*She was looking at him. Good. He wanted her to take all of it in. The mercenary raised his glass towards her as she did in reciprocation.*\n\n\"Ah, that'd be great, though that might be difficult to pinpoint.\"\n\n*Introduce? Did Mai perhaps know the dancers? If she was one herself, that would certainly be an added bonus.*\n\n\"Mai? I like that name. Simple, yet pleasant. So! Perhaps some talk, some more drink, or a dance?\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*\"All three options are great, why not all of them?\" She spoke in a whisper, but she was close enough to him that he could hear well over the music and loud conversations*\n\n*Mai approached without hurry or hesitation, placed her free hand around the man's waist, still facing him, and took a sip of her wine. She pulled him gently, spinning them both around the room. The movements were slow and her every step dragged her black dress across the floor. People around made room for the two, watching and dancing to the music.*\n\n*\"You know Livio, you caught my attention.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*\"I like that idea.\" Livio responded with a whisper as well. Admittedly, he was a bit surprised. Mai was surprisingly forward. Perhaps he just had that natural charisma.*\n\n*The mercenary did as well, feeling the outline that Mai's lower back made. Letting her lead, Livio smiled, his steps making little to no noise as if he were floating, yet Mai could feel that he was still grounded.*\n\n\"Oh? Was it perhaps my charming smile?\"\n\n*As if to accentuate his point, Livio's smile grew wider as he began to dance with Mai, a perfect combination of white and black twirling in the center of the room.*\n\n\"I must say, the only dancer that intrigues me is you.\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Mai followed the steps along the room, forming a black and white figure where they passed. She left her glass of wine with an Oni who was nearby while she continued her dance with Livio.*\n\n*His smile. That smile was extremely dangerous. And she could do nothing but smile back and fix her eyes on him.* \n\n*She didn't take her eyes off him for a second.*\n\n\"Ah?\"\n\n*Mai's hand that was on his waist slowly slid to his shoulder, bringing them closer together but never stopping the dance. Her lips moved closer to the corner of his face, whispering into the air. **\"That's what they all say.\"***\n\n*She laughed softly, moving a little away from him.*\n\n\"Let's not talk about me, let's talk about *You*. Tell me more about who Livio Glace is.\""
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Livio waited for another opportunity, gracefully leaving his glass of wine with a Silnarian server without missing a beat. As Mai fixed her gaze on him, the golden-eyed man stared back, his irises glittering like rings. Seeing that Mai brought the two closer, he obliged, his hand moving towards her inner back and his other grasping hers. She could feel that he was strong, but chose to be soft in this moment. His palms were slightly rough, but his fingers still somewhat slender, a fine balance between the rough and tough of life and the elegance of nobility. The mercenary gave a small laugh as Mai teased him.*\n\n\"I'm a hunter. Mainly on wild beasts that pose a threat to towns. But of course, I'm not your average man who rushes in with a boar spear.\"\n\n*The kemonomimi could feel Livio slowly taking slightly more control in the dance, pulling Mai towards him.*\n\n\"I'll spot it from afar, tracking it. I'll get closer, and closer, until..\"\n\n*Mai suddenly found herself __very__ close to Livio, the two face to face.*\n\n\"...I'll make my move.\"\n\n*The dancers returned to their usual distance, with Livio granting control back to the kemono.*\n\n\"And who might I be speaking to? What lies behind that beautiful face?\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Livio could feel the cool silver of Mai's rings as she held him back gently. Her fingers were elegant and medium, the skin was soft after so long without touching heavy work. Perhaps a few small scars were noticeable on some of her fingers.*\n\n*Feeling his breath close, the woman's eyes showed some surprise for the first time in the evening. His words. His gestures. His eyes. Perhaps it really did catch her off guard.*\n\n*Her eyes switched between his eyes and his mouth as she listened to him closely. As they walked away she was completely back to normal in an instant.*\n\n\"Every rose has thorns, I don't think you want to poke yourself in one of them.\"\n\n*She continued the dance of the two of them, now a little calmer.*\n\n\"I can tell my job is fun. I work to entertain people like you and make their night in this place memorable, not as a dancer, but as the *Main performer.*\""
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Though they were barely noticable, Livio was attentive. Scars. He thought Mai would be one to not get her hands dirty; who knew what she had done? He barely had any; his time spent as a marksmen mitigated that type of engagement.*\n\n*It only took a moment. The sniper saw just the slightest hint of surprise. It quickly faded away, but he knew what he saw.*\n\n\"I'm careful. I never get pricked.\"\n\n*So Mai __was__ a party person, but not what he expected. This time it was Livio's turn to be surprised. She was definitely crucial in the planning of this. All the better.*\n\n\"The main performer? And what might that performance be?\"\n\n*Mai could feel Livio's hand move slightly as he felt hers, avoiding her sharp nails and passing over the smooth silver rings.*"
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Livio didn't have to worry about the Kemonomini's nails, as her claws were currently hidden.*\n\n\"I am the main rose of Prancing Rose, but my work is different from the others...\"\n\n*Mai had her eyes fixed on him, and yet she couldn't help but pay attention to his small gesture. The fingers of her hand on his shoulder traced some random shapes gently through the fabric as retribution.*\n\n\"I entertain all the guests in this hall, welcome them, let nothing be lacking for their enjoyment...\"\n\n*\"And besides, there is one crucial difference between me and the others...\" She lowered her tone of voice. \"I don't belong to anyone.\"*"
}
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{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Feeling Mai's fingers tracing on his shoulder was soothing, a reminder that she was a living gem. Their gazes locked, gold meeting azure, away from the world around them.*\n\n\"Clearly, it's not all you do. At least, not *All* That you used to.\"\n\n*Livio wanted to find more about this mysterious woman. Who exactly was she? A hostess? A main dancer? Or something else?*\n\n\"Well, a flower belongs to no one but nature itself. But of course, that doesn't mean one can't stop to smell them. After all, they were made to be appreciated.\"\n\n*The music around them took a sudden change in pace, getting faster. Livio responded, pulling Mai closer as to allow them to twirl more quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*It seems that trying to get around the question with a vague answer didn't do much good. Her face became a little more serious, a sadder look in her eyes. It wasn't so obvious, but it was there.*\n\n\"I used to work in a theater as a dancer.\"\n\n*Her past was deadly. Her job outside of Prancing Rose was compromising, perhaps more so than actually working in the tavern. Playing a piece of truth for him would be better. After all, it wasn't a lie.*\n\n*She followed Livio's steps softly, as if gliding through the middle of the hall.*\n\n\"Not like the ones in this place.\"\n\n*The music was coming to its end. Mai slowly slowed the pace of the two until they stopped, she right in front of the man. Her hands showed the slightest hesitation in sliding away from him.*"
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*There it was. Mai held secrets, ones she clearly didn't want known. Livio would respect that; for now, digging deeper was not an option.*\n\n\"You must have been the best.\"\n\n*The music dropped as suddenly as it rose, with the pair stopping their spinning momentum. He could feel Mai slide away from him, hesitating just a bit. Moving with her, Livio maintained the distance between the two, grabbing two drinks and handing one to the kemonomimi.*\n\n\"Perhaps a little more chat sitting down?\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Mai accepted the glass of drink, thanking Livio and giving him a small smile. The silver rings gave a quick snap as they met the crystal.*\n\n\"Of course, let's sit down.\"\n\n*Mai offered a hand for him to follow, pushing their way through the crowd of people with a few smiles and a few words here and there. She led them to an empty table in one corner of the large dance hall, taking a seat and offering Livio to sit next to her.*\n\n\"I guess hunter isn't the only thing you have to tell me about yourself.\"\n\n*She took a sip of her drink, looking at Livio.*"
}
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{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "\"It is. You'd be surprised what people are up to nowadays. Fortunately, I'm quite well known in my field, though not by Livio, of course.\"\n\n*Livio couldn't sense Mai's chills, too lost in his own thoughts.*\n\n\"The transition was fast. And messy. I'm pretty sure they think I'm dead. In truth, I was lucky. I barely made it out alive. Many others weren't.\"\n\n*Livio continued to look into the distance, sipping his wine which he didn't taste. Fortunately, he soon brought himself back into reality, his smile back.*\n\n\"Ah, but those are old times, you know? It's been a new me for about...3 years now?\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*'You'd be surprised what people are up to nowadays.'*\n\n*She knew. Mai knew very well what people are willing to do these days. No matter how much power or money a person has, he keeps searching for more. Lies, death, blood, blackmail... Anything to become greater. Anything for power.*\n\n\"The past stays in the past doesn't it?\" *She gave a warm smile, placing the wine glass on the table.* \"As for me, I didn't do something so... 'Interesting'. I started working at the theater quite young, the owner was... An acquaintance of mine.\"\n\n*Mai placed one leg over the other, revealing the tanned skin and the steel claws on her feet.*\n\n\"My family valued art a lot. And wine.\""
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "\"Ah, there are some crazy ones out there.\"\n\n*Livio took another sip of the wine, seemingly more relaxed in Mai's presence.*\n\n\"Indeed. I just like to leave it behind. Not let it affect me now. This is my new life, after all.\"\n\n*Except, that wasn't entirely true. Livio's past still clung onto him; he would never truly move on from it. Both during and before the war...*\n\n*As Mai crossed her legs, Livio steals a look at her beautiful tan legs, though also takes note about the steel claws on her feet. Those were unusual. How hadn't he seen those before?*\n\n\"Ah, sounds like an upper class family. Of course, only they could produce such a beauty as you.\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Mai laughed genuinely at Livio's response. She didn't know whether she found the comment about her family funny, or the fact that he associated it with her beauty. He could tell that her laughter wasn't mocking him or anything negative, just a little piece of herself that she let slip.*\n\n\"Hah! Thank you very much for the compliment, Mister Livio. I can tell that regardless of the class of *Your* Family, they have managed to conceive a man full of charm.\"\n\n*Mai was still wearing her happy mask, or maybe not even a mask at all. Since she started working at Prancing Rose, her entire past seemed to be left behind, along with the feelings it carried along with it. Little moments with her customers, like this one, allowed her to pretend to be someone better than she really was.*\n\n\"Do you have any goals?\""
}
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{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "\"Oh, they always raised me as a gentleman. Compliments are some of the best gifts one can offer, after all.\"\n\n*Livio raised his glass once more, taking another sip of the fine white wine. Mai seemed genuinely happy to be with him, which helped offset the talk of the past. Though, the kemonomimi seemed to shift to talk of the future.*\n\n\"Goals? Well, perhaps I've met one: to be with such a pretty woman as yourself. But other than that... Well, not so much. Perhaps get rich? Just a few good targets and I could live pretty comfortably for the rest of my life. But where's the fun in that? I like the thrill of hunting.\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Endless flirting. Livio was truly a man of charm. Mai liked that.*\n\n\"I have to agree that a more thrilling life makes it more interesting. My family had the comforts of money but that didn't interest me much, I needed more. Maybe that's why I fell in love with dance. I used to run away from home to be dancing on stage by myself.\"\n\n*Mai smiled at the memories of when she was a child.*\n\n\"You know, children are adventurous by nature. I can still remember how starry the sky was.\""
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "\"Ah, comfort breeds weakness, you know? Going out there and doing things is what makes someone great. And sneaking out at night... Ah, I remember doing that too. The stars are some of the most beautiful things in the world.\"\n\n*Livio whispered closer to Mai.*\n\n*\"Well, along with you, of course.\"*\n\n\"I will say, I actually wasn't the most curious child. Life was quite simple. Hunting, playing, working. I guess I really discovered this passion when I was finally alone.\""
},
{
"author": "Mai Bloodthorn",
"message": "*A smile came to Mai's lips as she heard Livio's voice close up, the back of her neck tingling with the good feeling.*\n\n\"Time alone is good. I've spent the last few years alone myself. It's important to know how to value your own company...\"\n\n\"But it's always possible to make some exceptions.\" *Mai whispered back to him, watching him without an ounce of shame on her face. Her eyes were calm but piercing, fixed on Livio's gold.*\n\n*She took another sip of her wine.*"
},
{
"author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'",
"message": "*Livio was just about to comment on how Mai's company would be preferable, but she beat him to the punch. Smiling, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, and clearly showing that they had the same interests.*\n\n\"Is that time together I hear?\"\n\n*Livio set down his wine glass for a bit, combing his white hair out of his face, enough so Mai could see more of his shining gold against his tan skin.*"
}
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{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive was alone, perfect time to practice her abilities, she had gotten out her bow and a few arrows and was practicing archery by aiming at a tree that was around 10 feet away from her, she had her full attention on her target as she shoot a couple of arrows at it*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss was on a run when he spotted the centaur from the tavern yesterday. She seemed to be so focused on her shooting that he allowed himself to approach her, and when still out of range of her hooves, he would raise his left arm into casting position and send out a single arcane missile at the tree, just above where she was aiming.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She got startled as the missile hit the tree, doing a quick jump back and accidentally shooting an arrow to the ground, she immediately got another around and pointed at where the attack had came from*\n\"Who is there?!\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would walk towards her with both arms raised lazily. Since he'd been running his skin was glistening with sweat. He'd speak in a playful voice.*\n\n\"Just your friendly neighborhood bartender.\" *Quiss would pause then continue.* \"A centaur customer is not easy to forget, though... I don't think I ever got your name?\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"You're the bartender from yesterday?\"\n*She calmed down and lowered her bow, going to pick up her arrow that was stuck on the ground*\n\"I'm Olive but what are you doing here?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Isn't a man allowed to go for a run... An admittedly long run... Anyway, I'm Quiss. Sorry the tavern was so hectic yesterday. I usually make the effort to talk with patrons, especially the new ones but couldn't yesterday.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She picked up her arrow and went for the two that were on the tree she was aiming at before*\n\"I guess that makes sense, Quiss... Is your tavern always that busy?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "Took a quick nap and felt asleep for good i guess\n\n*Quiss probably answered something about the tavern being in fact busy since its a tavern in the main capital and all and then left back enjoying his little jogging*\n\n*Sofia woke up and decided to go out of town to go for a morning stretch with Crimson. It's been a while since Sofia had to use her ''abilities'', she never had to really use her abilities since nobody really got in her way when she left or on her travel to South Silnaria. So she decided to try and use them. She arrived at a glade in the outskirts of town and was surprised to find the centaur she met the other night there, practicing with a bow and she decided to just sit down a tree in the shade to watch her while petting Crimson, curious to know how a centaur, well ''works''*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The young centaur had gotten back to practicing, shooting arrows at at the same tree that she was aiming at from before, she already had shoot a couple of arrows when a squirrel came down from the tree, it was angry at Olive for shooting around at it's home and came running at Olive, she didn't knew how to react and began backing up, when the squirrel didn't stop chasing her she began running in circles confused, praying for the squirrel to stop*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia saw the scene and started laughing loudly, and then still laughing she said to Crimson* ''Go scare away that squirrel, don't kill or mommy won't be happy ok?'' \n*Crimson shrieked and flied towards the squirrel, landing right beside him and just started watching the squirrel, shrieking at him and effectively freaked the fuck out of the squirrel, scurrying back to its tree.*\n ''How can you be afraid of such a small creature?'' *Said Sofia approaching Olive, still laughing*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive noticed that the squirrel stopped chasing her and stopped running, she saw the griffin from the other day that was scaring it away, she then turned to Sofia and responded with an embarrassed look on her face*\n\n\"Y-You weren't the one being chased... I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to step on it accidentally\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar was very joyful today, he just finished a contract a hunter gave him and he got a sweet bag of silver for that. He was so happy he started to sing without taking out his helmet and gods knew how bad of a singer he was* \n\n''Well, I'm a species so rare, the human eyes hardly seen\nA thin line between divine and killing machine\nA dark side of the light that no one ever should see\nOh, I feel for the foolish for fucking with me''"
}
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{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''It's understandable I guess... Where did you—'' \n*She was interrupted by a loud fucking orc who just decided to badly sing and disturb the peace that was around them. That somehow pissed her off, I wonder why* \n''I think my ears are bleeding''\n*She went up to the orc and said* \n''Why the fuck are you singing that loud?'' *She was clearly annoyed*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive covered her ears as she heard the singing and after getting her arrows back, she followed behind Sofia, not understanding what was going on*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar stare at the visibly young and pissed off lady and with his voice muffled by his helmet said* \n'' Oh hello there I did not heard you HAHAHAHAHAHA''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia was clearly pissed off, stone started to form around her eyes and the tattoos on her arm started glowing blue.*\n'' I said why the fuck are you singing this loud?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Excuse me but she's right, why were you singing like that?\"\n*Olive wasn't mad she was just confused*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Well I am happy that's pretty much why I am singing HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA '' \n*He really seem happy that someone heard him sing so well*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia sighed hardly, she realised she was getting a little too angry but she couldn't help it, something about him just didn't ring with her, unlike her ears. The muffled voice from the helmet didn't help. Stone was now forming on her arm around her tattoos*\n''Could you be happy, but less loudly? Please?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive stand next to her and puts her hand on Sofia's shoulder*\n\"Someone singing it's not something to get so pissed about... It was decent... I think...\"\n*Olive was just trying to be polite to him, she didn't meant to be rude*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' ITS A SUNNY DAY AND I JUST GOT PAID SO TELL ME WHY SHOULD I BE MORE QUIET HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive grabbed Sofia by her arms so she wouldn't try to do anything stupid like try to fight him, holding her back*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia just turned around and charged to the tree Olive was shooting earlier, punched it with all her might while screaming, all the stone just rapidly disappeared from her, the tree just fell down the other way (the squirrels will have to find a new home) and she screamed sarcastically, facing back the others* \n''**Timber!**''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive quickly got out of the way of the tree*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Oh I just realise something''\n*He take off him helmet*\n'' There now you can hear my magnificent voice ''\n*Murgorar was a mogash with a green skin, no tusk, long black hair, yellow eyes and a black beard*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive gave him a confused look, she had seen many different creatures that came to her tribe to trade but she couldn't identify what he was*\n\"What species are you?\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' I am a Mogash young horse-girl ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia rolled her eyes*\n''Oh great, it's even better without a helmet''\n*She looked at Olive* \n''I'm sorry, it's all good now''\n*Sofia came back to the two, trying to keep calm*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Horse girl?\"\n*Surprisingly enough, no one had called her by that nickname so far*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Looking back at the young human and with a giant smile he said*\n''I know that my voice is marvelous haha you don't have to remind me ''\n*Looking at the horse girl strait into her eyes*\n'' I am sorry did I offend you? ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia just facepalmed and sighed.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"No, it's just that surprisingly enough, no one had called me that since I left my tribe\"\n*Olive was still processing the whole situation*\n\"Anyways, what's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' The name is MURGORAR THE MIGHTY ''\n*He said that with all the might his voice could bestow*\n'' And you was is your name young miss?'' \n*Looking at Olive with a big smile*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''Oh god.. At least he said it loudly, thought I wouldn't be able to hear him...''\n*She tried to stay calm*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She lowered her ears every time he raised his voice*\n\"My name it's Olive Spirit...\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Nice to meet you Olive Spirit ''\n*I present my right hand expecting a handshake*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive goes to shake his hand*\n\"Nice to meet you\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar give her a firm handshake for a few seconds and then release her hand*\n'' And who is that other girl? ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia didn't had a good first impression of him, but she decided to drop the sarcasm.*\n''I'm Sofia Vernimières and I'm from Salvainia''\n*She presented her right hand for a handshake*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Hello Sofia Vernimières ''\n*He present his right hand and give her a firm handshake as well*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*She raised an eyebrow*\n''So, what is a Mogash doing around these parts anyway?''\n*She let go of the hand*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Well HAHA its pretty simple young Sofia, its been more then 40 years that i am a mercenary and well my job is to help people with their problems for a certain amount of silvers''\n*He really looked proud of his work*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"So you basically kill people as your job?\"\n*Olive crossed her arms waiting for an answer, she had no problem with killing for self defense but didn't understand why would someone choose be something as a mercenary*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia turned to Olive with her index up*\n''I don't think he meant it like that, after all i'm kind of a merce... No, a freelancer with a moral code... And I ain't killing anyone''\n*She thinks about it a little*\n''Actually if the person is evil and threatening the way I live... Eh he'll have to die I guess''\n*She then quietly say to herself*\n''And that's why you are not a bodyguard anymore...''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*He start to play with his beard with a thoughtful a face and looking at Olive he said*\n'' I don't always kill, being a mercenary is more about helping those who need it as long as I am paid for it. So I can punch someone but not kill him and also I can just help an old farmer who want to go visit his daughter in the nearby city. I only kill those who deserve to die like criminals and murderers. I really don't know if you get the difference between someone who is hungry for battle and someone who want to help ''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She looked at Sofia while she talked*\n\"But that's different Sofia...\"\n*She then turned back at Murgorar to heard his explanation about his job and uncrossed her arms*\n\"Yeah, that sounds more reasonable than just killing people because they pay you\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Are you talking about assassins young Olive? Because that's exactly the description of one HAHAHAHAHA''\n\n'' And do I really look like one? HAHAHAHAHAHAH''\n*Murgorar was a 2 meters tall mogash wearing a full plate with a kind of huge sword on his left side*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looks at Murgorar with a confused look* \n''And what if I say yes?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Well... You don't really look as sneaky as an assassin would be... Sorry...\"\n*Olive was ashamed that she had confused him for an assassin instead of what he really was*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA''\n*Murgorar was laughing so hard tears of joy were coming out of his eyes*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive just lowered her ears in embarrassment*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked at Olive*\n''Don't worry about it, I get why you would have thinked that''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Still visibly amused Murgorar was trying very hard to regain his serious but was still laughing a bit* \n'' Why would you think that?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Still with her ears lowered, she tried to explained herself while trying to avoid eye contact*\n\"I-I don't know, it made sense inside of my head...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia tries to comfort Olive*\n''Remember, it made sense into my head that centaur were the other way around... And it wasn't...''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Sofia got a giggle out of Olive, she still remembered that and thought it was funny*\n\"It's fine, but I still don't understand how you got that idea...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia shrugs*\n''Well, it made sense to me...''\n*She blushes a little*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Finally he gets his serious back and see what his words have done and feels a little bit bad*\n'' I am sorry, I was not making fun of you but the idea of me with my armor being an assassin made me laugh''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She looked at him and smiled*\n\"It's fine, it was just a dumb idea and it surely wouldn't make sense for an assassin to wear a heavy armor like yours\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*He smile back at her*\n'' I don't know about you young ladies but I would love a refreshing beer with this temperature do you mind coming with me''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia shrugs and look at Olive*\n''Why not, I'm always down for a drink''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"That's actually a plan I like\"\n*She smiled at Sofia*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**30 MINUTES POST **\n*Once they had arrived in the wilds, Lilliane spoke up.* \"Hey... I never got your name.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Millie begun to slow down to a trot, not running anymore at full pelt. \n\nWhen Nagnis realized this, he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.\n\n**\"My goodness, and you took the opportunity regardless?\"** He asked as he looked over his shoulder at her. **\"Terribly sorry about that, my dear. I am Nagnis Emberripper. Just a regular elf going place to place, looking for a job as a bartender.\"** He then turned his head to look forward.\n\n**\"What is your name, madam?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Lilliane.\" *She scooched up a little bit, pressing her chest against his back as they slowed down.* \"It's nice meeting you, Nagnis.\"\n\n*She sighs.* \"So, what are we doing in the woods?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, I was told by others that going through these lands will end us in the Salvain Empire a little faster. You seemed a little rushed to get to the Empire. May I ask why?\"** He again looked over his shoulder at her. **\"Something important in that area?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Not really. I just need to get to a guild, and that Sunlight one or whatever it was called is the first I heard of, and that it's in the Empire. As such, I want to get there soon.\" *She shrugs.* \"What about you?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*A guild. He wouldn't have expected such a heavenly looking being wanting to taint their hands with being part of a guild. He gave a thoughtful hum.\n\n**\"Me? Ah, well. I'm just looking for a place to settle and call home. I've been meaning to get my hands dirty with some fighting, maybe even be a knight. But... I'd rather relax somewhere. I'm not looking for anything too exciting, at least not yet.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well that's nice. You said you were, or wanted to be, a bartender, right?\" *She lets out a faint smile, enjoying his company somewhat.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I was not too long ago. I quit to move and find a new place, but I haven't found a place as off yet.\"** He gave a faint smile. **\"Before being a bartender, I was... Stuck inside my home, day in and day out.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"That sucks to hear.\" *She looks down at the ground.* \"So what'll be the gameplan when we actually get to the Empire? You gonna try and find a place to set up shop? Maybe get a lady friend or something?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint chuckle.\n\n**\"A lady friend. Ah, perhaps one day. That's sometime in the future, I do not necessarily have to worry about that yet. 156 years is still young for a dark elf, at least I hope it is.\"** He chuckled again.\n\n**\"Are you planning on finding a man friend?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Maybe a lady friend, maybe a guy friend.\" *She looks up at him, studying his facial features a bit more.* \"156 years old. That's quite a bit of time under your belt.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Being a dark elf, we can live for a very prolonged time. Perhaps it's good, perhaps not. I haven't decided as off yet.\"** He looked up to the sky. **\"I've known people live far passed my age. They seem to have different opinions about living so long.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Really? I honestly think it'd be lovely to live so long. So much time with those you cherish...\" *She smiles.* \"But yeah, I could see how some wouldn't like living some long.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He hummed again in thought. Indeed, those two he knew that have lived so long... They did not have the best life growing up.\n\n**\"My dear Lilliane, what exactly are you?\"** He asked. **\"You have a radiant glow about you. A beautiful one, and I can't help but ask. Are you a Macen?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"It's... Complicated.\" *She sighs.* \"Some think I'm a Macen, some think I'm just an angel without wings. It's a long story, and not one that could be told before we reach the Empire.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a respectful nod.\n\n**\"When you are ready, madam. Don't feel pressured to answer such a trivial question. Regardless of what you are, it has not shaped the person you are today.\"**\n\nHe gently gave Millie a pat on the head.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Let's just ignore it for now, alright?\" *She closes her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder and neck.* \"You're comfortable...\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint blush, his eyes looking over his shoulder at her.\n\n**\"Me? I guess I am. Lots of muscle equals to comfort, right?... Or was that for fat, I don't quite know.\"** He chuckled faintly. **\"Would you like me to stop talking so you can relax?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She shook her head a little bit, humming a \"Nuh-uh\". Her grip around his chest loosened, and her breathing started to slow down.* \"No, no... Keep going...\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a nod.\n\n**\"Rest then, Lilliane. I will make you aware once he are in the Empire.\"** He gave a faint smile as Millie trotted on. Perhaps this will be a long distance for the both of them, but when they arrive, they'll find a place to stay the night and relax. A good plan.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She let out a small yawn as she slowly nodded off. It took a few minutes, but soon, she was out cold, gently hugging him from behind with her head comfortably nested in his neck and shoulder.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The two of them continued their travels into the Salvain Empire. By sunset, they would have reached .*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The thief had been walking through these wilds for some time. He had no place to go, no where to go home. No where to call home anyway. He felt a little lost as his young age, and unfortunately he felt he would feel this for the rest of his life. Regardless, the Red Oni felt the need to come into the wilds of this area. Something dragged him here, and he was not too sure what.\n\nHe had been in his human disguise for about 10 minutes. He preferred this disguise.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi was taking a stroll through an unfamiliar area of the wilds, he had a journal out in his right hand and a writing utensil in his left as he took Nate's on where he was and what landmarks he was passing. What he was doing was taking notes on his surroundings so he could effectively make a map upon the area later. He frankly wasn't a fighter so he was in a vulnerable position, luckily he had his more animalistic traits concealed*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir took note of the rather vulnerable being. He paused in his steps as he was hidden away behind some bushes. His eyes were fixed on the being, watching him for the time being. He obviously had every intention to attempt thieving, but perhaps it was best to watch first before making a reckless move. He was silently staring.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi may have looked and was vulnerable, but he could defend himself for he had two twin daggers that he knew how to use. Now he would rather not be confronted in a fight or flight situation because he would most likely run and hide instead of being bold, this was his plan for most encounters though, he needed to know about the other for this to be affective though*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He kept his eyes on the being, watching carefully for when his back was turned. With his head low, he made his way forward, the human being light on his feet as he approached the other. He made little to no noise as he approached, only making the most noise once he was close enough. He pulled out his own silver dagger and held it to Alexi's throat, not yet touching him.\n\n**\"Hand over your valuables.\"** He demanded, his voice being deep and quite intimidating.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"May I ask why?\"\nAlexi slowly tucked his journal and writing utensil away before holding up his hands as a sign of nonaggression, he didn't outright and attack because he frankly wanted to try and talk down the situation. This didn't mean that he wasn't going to attempt an escape though, especially when this seemed to be a human that he could probably out run or put maneuver.\n\"Because this isn't exactly the most polite of exchanges I've been in\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I'm not about polite, I'm about getting my way. I'd suggest you hand over your things before I take it from you personally.\"**\n\nThe human seemed to stand his ground for the species he was. He probably was a little over confident. He gripped tightly on the handle of his dagger as though he was holding back the need to steal not only his valuables, but his life too. He was really wanting this to be an easy hand over.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Honestly, I'm very against that if I'm to be honest with you\"\n\n*It was a snarky remark on Alexi's part but he hoped that it served as a big of a distraction just so he could go on the counter offensive. With one swift motion, Alexi reached to his dagger upon his right hip with his left hand and pulled it out to try and deliver a slash to the robber. He frankly didn't care if this attack worked or not, he just needed an opening to escape*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*As though he was on his toes this whole time, he immediately sprung backwards to escape from the dagger coming his way. If Alexi turned to face the robber, he'd take note that the human looked somewhat human, except the eyes were... Different. Not human. Either way, he skidded backwards to a halt, the thief bringing up a horn of sorts that had a mouthpiece over the pointy end.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The spring back was exactly what Alexi needed, he didn't turn and face the the man because he turned and darted the opposite direction as best he could. He hoped that the other didn't put up a chase but if he did, Alexi had a few tricks up his sleeve... They may not work though considering he was at huge disadvantage, one that he was unaware of*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He inhaled and blew a long hum through the horn, a faint, blue aura surrounding him as he blew out and then lowered the horn. From there, he exclaimed loudly in a language that the other could not understand. From his mouth formed a 0.6 meter long, spear-like projectile that shot forward and towards Alexi, going at 100 fps. Hopefully, if it didn't hit him and possibly kill him, it would at least knock him onto the ground. So he hoped.*\n\n``` Ability used: Vicious Mockery\n\n60 feet. It has as much cutting power as a thrown spear. If the projectile is interrupted before it comes out of his mouth completely, it would cut through the target and then disappear, and would never impede Kaimarir. This spell takes 10 mana points and takes 4 turns to recharge.\n\n-10 Mana Points```"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi didn't look behind him but he could hear a faint whooshing through his temporary human ears, this of course wasn't good so he briefly looked behind him to see a spear like projectile zooming towards him at incredible speeds. There was little time for him to act seeing as the projectile was close to hitting him so what he did was dive for the ground, the spear just barely clipping him as he hit the ground hard. When he connected with the ground, Alexi's concealment spell had subconsciously been released and his Okamimi self had been released to see... This wasn't exactly good of course because his little trick was useless now*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The human swiftly made his way over towards Alexi, the spear projectile soon disappearing as he approached. He gave notice to the change in appearance of this being. Seems he was one of many forms too. Regardless, Kaimarir still had every intention to take what he wanted to, that being this man's valuables.\n\nHe soon approached at a close range, his eyes staring at Alexi.\n\n**\"Valuables, now.\"** He demanded.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I would... But I don't have any\"\n\n*Alexi of course was lying, he had a bit of money on him as well as his daggers. He also had his journal and supplies relating to that but other than those things he had nothing else, it was hard to tell what he had though due to it all being concealed in his jacket but if this man was determined to take that as well... Well then he would have to put up a futile fight. Alexi had to wonder why he just couldn't survey in piece today, why must he have been approached by this man on such a day as today?*\n\n\"I do have to ask though... Do scum like you enjoy this?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I'm a thief. It's what I do in order to get by. Much like a blacksmith needs to rid the grounds of ingots for his practices, I intend to steal whatever I can.\"**\n\nHis eyes looked up for a moment at the sky before he looked back down at Alexi. Kaimarir was not exactly tall, but it seemed that did not matter at all for the aggressive nature of this character seemed to be all that was needed to make a point.\n\n**\"So. I will demand once more. A man of such clothing cannot possibly be money poor. Hand over your valuables, and I will leave you on your way. Or, put up a fight, and I might have to do more damage than I need to.\"***"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"You see I may have these clothes but it doesn't mean that I have anything after purchasing them... I'm honestly shit at saving money after all\"\n\n*Another lie that Alexi was trying to conceal as a truth, it should be fairly hard to detect his lying though considering how the man knew nothing of him. This robber knew nothing of who he was or what his social status was so what Alexi was saying may as well be telling the truth to those who didn't know him* \n\n\"I just make maps, sell em, then spend the profits. There is no saving in between\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir's bright yellow eyes could not help but narrow. Given the circumstances, he groaned and pulled himself back, moving away from the man a little bit.\n\n**\"I apologize.\"** He said quickly. **\"I had thought you were wealthy. But suppose I cannot go on looks alone.\"**\n\nHe looked to the side for a moment before back at Alexi.\n\n**\"Speak nothing of this and I shan't bother you further.\"***"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I don't plan on even remembering this to be honest\"\n\n*Alexi spoke calmly as he picked himself up and dusted his clothing off, purging his mind of any recollection of this ever happening. It was a exhilarating event of course so it may be a few till he was truly calm though* \n\n\"I'll be in my way then stranger\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The thief gave a little nod of the head. He did not entirely trust this man and his words, however he had to be safe in this regard. Among all other things, stealing from those of a poorer wealth was not something he would do willingly. Given the idea that Alexi may be of poorer wealth, he'd rather back down.\n\n**\"As to you.\"**\n\nAt that, he swiftly turned to make his move away. Though... He would most likely not forget so easily.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Alexi then made his way out of this area, his heart still racing as he thought up of plans and ideas to potentially stop this from happening in the future... He would need to get stronger of course as he was near average as is, maybe a little below. He also needed to be a bit more aware of his surroundings because he was completely unaware of that person's presence until it was too late... He had so much to improve upon so he decided to get to safety and start working on that*"
}
] | 98.5 | 2,116 |
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*It had been a few days and Kaimarir kept to himself within these wild areas. At the moment, he was in his normal Oni form, having not been his human self for some time. He was sat up within a tree on one of the branches, using his lute and playing a faint melody. There was no magical enchantment with this song, it was purely out of the want to play. The melody was somewhat sad.\n\n**\"Woah now, feeling low now\nThis divide inside my mind\nI might lose control now\nDemons feeding on my soul\nI'm a fucking ghost now.\"***\n\n*Kaimarir sighed. It was boring to say the least. Nothing interesting struck his way. He felt as though life for him would be this way for a very, very long time. He looked up at the sky, stopping his melody for a moment.\n\nHe didn't feel like he was part of this world.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would be walking around*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The Red Oni's ears would pick out the noise of... Something or someone. He looked up from the branch he was sat upon and gently lowered his lute, the strap going across his chest keeping his lute close to him. He pushed it so it was behind him, on his back and out of the way. From there, he lifted his legs up to stand on the branch.\n\nIn the blink of an eye, he changed into his human disguise, however he kept a stealthy stance as he stood there. He was waiting for this being to come into view.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She'd be on the look out for anything and her clothes would be slightly ripped and she would be clutching her arm as there was a cut there.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The human's bright yellow eyes kept watch on her as she moved through, taking note of the arm that had appeared to be wounded. He kept himself quiet before he jumped down from his spot on the tree branch and landed on the ground behind her.\n\n**\"A little dangerous for someone to be out so late, do you not think?\"**\n\nHis deep voice sounded through the area.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She jumped and whipped her dagger out and pointed it at his neck* \"What do you want?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The human raised his arms up in the air, showing that he meant no harm. The only weapon that could be seen on him was his hunters bow, going across his chest, followed by a quiver of arrows. But they were not in his hands.\n\n**\"I mean you no harm. But you seem to be in pain there.\"** He moved his eyes to look at the wound on her arm. He did not seem at all affected by the dagger pointed to his neck.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She lowered the dagger and stepped away from him*\n\n\"Oh yea there's that\" *She seemed to feel some sort of emotion that she couldn't put her finger on*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Oh, that?\"** He raised his left eyebrow, one may notice the piercing that was on his eyebrow, near to the narrow end of his eyebrow.\n\n**\"You seem to have forgotten about that quite easily. Where did it come from?\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would look away and her hand would clench her arm tightly causing more blood to come out* \"It's from someone who i risked my own life for but who took me for granted and so i got mad and then he did this to me\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He just looked at her with quite the indifferent expression.\n\n**\"Seems reasonable.\"** He said with a nod. **\"But, uh, instead of risking yourself a little there, maybe go and have it bandaged up.\"** He looked to the side and points towards . **\"Over there should be someone to help you with that wound.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Thank you is there anything that i can do for you? Maybe provide you with some food or shelter?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint shrug.\n\n**\"I'm one who prefers the outdoors better than any Macen here.\"** He then looked towards her with his oddly bright yellow eyes. They didn't appear human. **\"Regardless, I appreciate the offer.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She seemed slightly curious about him* \"Alright well see you around\" *She started to proceed to"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He lowered his head and hopped back up into the tree he was in earlier, sitting down in such a way he was covered by the leaves of the tree and out of sight.\n\nHe turned back into his Red Oni self.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She walks back here*\n\n*She sits under a tree and winces at the pain*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He was comfortably sleeping in a tree before he was awoken by the wincing. He opened his yellow eyes and looked down at the being. Hey... Why did she not go to get help? He blinks a bit in curiosity but he shrugs it off and leans back.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She tries to make sure that her wound doesn't get infected and she wonders why there wasn't anyone in to help her*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He kept his eyes on her, but he stayed silent. He was not one to usually care for those in need. He was selfish afterall.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She took her hand off the wound and her hand was covered in blood. Her wound was a giant slash across her arm and she tried not to cry or become weak*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He then rolled his eyes a bit, quickly changing back to his human self. He stands up and jumps down from the branch, landing on the ground.\n\n**\"Why did you come back?\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"There was no one there to help me\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He groaned.\n\n**\"Alright.\"**\n\nHe pulled out a roll of linen cloth from his pocket, that he stole mind you, and approached her. He leaned down and wrapped it around her wound on her arm.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Why are you doing this?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, no one else was going to do it.\"**\n\nHe rips the roll from the cloth.\n\n**\"Besides, wouldn't want that to get infected. Looks pretty bad.\"**\n\nHe stood up once it was covered.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Thank you but you really didn't need to\" *She stood up as well*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He simply gave a shrug.\n\n**\"Alright, I'll remember that next time.\"** He gave a faint chuckle before he turned to face a tree, hopping up into the tree.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"What's it like up there?\" *She was curious*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Better than being on the ground.\"** He sat comfortably with his back against the tree trunk. **\"Having no home is better than staying stuck indoors all day.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"You have a point there\" *She climbed up the tree to sit with him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow.\n\n**\"Could you kindly get down? This is my spot.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Oh sorry\" *She jumped off of the tree*\n\n*She'd lie down on the ground and look up at the sky*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He kept his eyes on her and then looked away.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She'd close her eyes and fall into a light sleep*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*While she was asleep, he turned back into his Red Oni form. He then leaned back.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She rolls onto her side and falls into a deep sleep*\n\n*Her bandage appears to be all bloody*\n\n*She's surprised by what she sees in the tree*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*At this stage, he was already awake and already in his human form, not his Red Oni self. He was sitting in the tree with his legs crossed, strumming on his lute. He looks down and raises an eyebrow.\n\n**\"You're awake.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"What's that in your hand?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"It's a lute. A stringed instrument I like to play, other than my horn.\"**\n\nHe continued to play it as he spoke to her.\n\n**\"How is your wound feeling?\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She'd look at her arm* \"It's still bleeding\" *She'd hum to the tune that he was playing*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Is the pain anywhere close to being gone yet?\"** He asked her with a slightly raised eyebrow.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I dunno but why does that matter so much?\" *She questioned him*\n\n\"If you want me gone you could just say so\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, I'd prefer you leave me be. I'm not one to usually stick this long around someone. Besides, I prefer being alone.\"** He looked at her with narrowed eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She glared at him* \"Fine i'll leave good bye.\" *She left and went to the"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint wave as she left. After she was gone, out of sight, he changed back to his Red Oni form.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru was wondering the wild for no specific reason with his mask on , it was black and the marking on it was glowing blue. All four of his tails where out and glowing slightly, his ears where slightly rotating on instinct*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The Red Oni still stayed within the tree branch. He had turned into his human disguise and has been this way for about 4 minutes now. He was playing a soft melody on his lute.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would hear this solf melody and he would approach the direction from where it was being played*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He continued to play the melody for a small bit. It sounded rather... Sad. Not a usual song that most would play from a lute. He had his eyes closed as he played as though he was playing from his heart. He never even heard Kibaru making the approach.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*As Kibaru got into view, he would sit down to listen to this sweet yet sad melody, for him it was good that it was playing from the heart, after all he much preferred honest people*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He kept playing for a little bit before he looked down and noticed Kibaru. He did not falter with his playing of his melody, instead he continued. His bright, oddly yellow eyes looked at Kibaru.\n\n**\"Seem to be drawn by my tune, traveller.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well, yea. The sound of it sounds sad, yet still soothing\" *Kibaru would say smiling under his mask*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He nodded a little bit.\n\n**\"It is. But I suppose that it's not use playing a song like this. It does me no good.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Not use to?\" *Kibaru would ask confused*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He stopped his melody to look on Kibaru.\n\n**\"It's not worth my time or effort to play a song of such emotion when I experience these emotions.\"***"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ohh?\" *Kibaru would continue to sit in potition. If he was any closer kibaru would be able to se his emotions, but he was still unsure if it was safe to approach him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"You see, a lot of people tell me to not dwell on the feelings and emotions I feel. It doesn't make it any better to experience those emotions. When I experience these emotions, I should not sing about them. It does me no good.\"**\n\nHe gave a faint chuckle.\n\n**\"But, who am I to judge? I'm... Just a regular Macen.\"***"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir, in his human disguise for about 20 minutes, was playing on his lute while he sat within a different tree on a different day. He hummed very softly as he played the lute, his head looking down at the ground below the branch he sat on.\n\n**\"The other night, dear\nAs I lay sleeping.\nI dreamed I held you\nIn my arms.\n\nWhen I awoken, dear\nI was mistaken.\nSo I hung, my head\nAnd I cried.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*As he sang, a small creature that was chasing a mouse bumped against his leg pretty hard, falling on its back, the confused creature looked like a ferret but had wings and scaly spikes on its tail*\n\n*The ferret quickly got back up and looked right at him curious about his singing*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He shrieked almost like a woman before he looked down and saw the ferret creature. Stopping his song, he looked at the creature with a slightly angered expression.\n\n**\"Agh! What the hell? Watch where you're going.\"** He pulled his leg up to sit cross-legged on the tree. He looked back down at his lute and huffed, having forgotten where he was.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The baby ferret whined as he was yelled at, sorry that he didn't see where he was going while flying*\n\n\"Mask! Where did you go?!\" *The voice of a woman calling someone or something could be heard not far away, the ferret immediately looked in the direction where the voice came from while he started flying again*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He watched as the creature flew off, a faint huff coming from him.\n\n**\"You better be going to your owner soon.\"** He muttered under his breath before his bright yellow eyes looked back to his lute and he begun to strum the strings again. He hummed, but did not sing yet, for he was trying to remember where he finished off last.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Then... A centaur appear from between the trees smiling that she found her pet* \"Mask!\"\n\n*The ferret quickly flew to her arms, nuzzling against her and making a purring like sound, the centaur girl looked at the man in the tree as she hugged her pet* \"I'm sorry, did he bother you? He's not trained properly yet\""
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir looked down at the centaur and paused a little bit. His bright, unusually yellow eyes stared at her for some time. Never before had he seen such a creature, and quite honestly he had mixed feelings about her. The horse half made him a little uneasy, but the human half looked appealing.\n\nThe human-looking Kaimarir finally spoke.\n\n**\"It's okay. He only interrupted my song. Not that it was important.\"** He shrugged softly. He then lowered his lute and it hung from the shoulder strap across his body.\n\n**\"Perhaps a harness would be a good option for him.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The ferret glared at him as he mentioned an harness as an option to keep him close, perhaps it understood that word and didn't like it*\n\n\"I don't think it would be a good idea, I don't want him to feel trapped, I'm working on training him to stay close\" *She got closer the tree he was sitting in with her pet in her hands, looking up at him* \n\n\"I'm Olive, what's your name?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He sat back in his place in the tree, pulling the lute back down to his hands and gently strumming away on the lute. It was a little tune, something rather sweet. He did not sing, instead he answered her while he played.\n\n**\"... Kai.\"** He responded rather hesitantly. He would bow his head in respect before lifting his head back up to look at her.\n\nShe may or may not have noticed the two holes on the hood of his robe. There was one on each side of his head, almost like they were little spaces for horns to go through. Yet the man lacked horns. A strange note.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The ferret looked at him curious as he started playing his lute, it probably liked the sound of his song* \n\n\"It's nice to meet you Kai\" *The centaur did a small bow it looked kinda like a horse would do so, except for her human side, she noticed the holes on his hood, it did look weird for her, she assumed that maybe it was just broken or something like that since he didn't seem to have any horns*\n\n\"Do you play that lute in the middle of the forest often?\" *She guess that maybe it was just a calm place to do this*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint nod before he looked to the strings of his lute, then looked upwards at her.\n\n**\"It's calm and all I know. I don't really have a home, but... Who really cares. Don't need one anyway.\"**\n\nHe had lost track of time. But he did not have very long left of is disguise. He has been in this form now for about an hour, and the clock was ticking.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"You don't need a home? A you traveling or something like that?\" *She assumed that he maybe meant something different since she herself left her home a while back to travel and for now she hadn't returned there*\n\n*She left the small ferret on the ground, it began exploring around the nearby trees, sniffing the grass and the plants of the place*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well...\"** He looked to the side for a moment, pondering about what exactly was going to be safe to say around her. He had no idea who she was, and for all he knew, she was probably a guard at some kingdom.\n\nHis bright, eerie yellow eyes glanced back at her before he stopped playing his lute.\n\n**\"I'm not... Welcome in a few places. I haven't found a kingdom or village that accepts me for who I am.\"**\n\nThat was a terrible lie, but he hoped it would suffice the girl and her curiosity.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"But you're a Mancen... Aren't you?\" *His answer only got her confused, he appeared to be human, she knew that some places didn't accept Beastkins or Oriates for their size or their appearance, but he looked nothing like one* \n\n\"I don't understand how any place could reject a Mancen... Unless you did something really bad...\" *She got a bad feeling about him as she said this*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He shook his head.\n\n**\"Many kingdoms only appreciate the more unique species instead of Macens. I've traveled far and wide, but considering kingdoms I've come across will not take me in, I resort to living in these forests.\"**\n\nHe looked up at the trees above him.\n\n1 hour and 30 minutes.\n\nHe has 30 minutes left.*"
}
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{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She sighed in relief that at lest he wasn't a criminal, who wasn't accepted in kingdoms for what he did* \"Well, that explains it, I wish there was something I could do to help you, have you gone to the beastkin tribes? That's where I come from, it's a small place compared to the other kingdoms, but it's home for me\"\n\n*Maybe he just hadn't visit the right places and that's why he was so alone for now, while she talked, she walked between the trees observing all around, she was considering maybe practicing archery here*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a little nod.\n\n**\"Help is not required. The outdoors suits me a little better. Besides, I'm quite... Famous in a lot of kingdoms. Because I'm famous, I'm asked to not go in. Perhaps they fear me.\"** He gave a faint shrug.\n\n15 minutes left. He was feeling a little weird, coming to the end of his transformation.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Why would anyone fear you? You seem nice enough to make friends\" *She gave him a smile before she turned back to look at a tree, thinking this one would be perfect for him to practice, she took out a small charcoal from a pocket in her arrow quiver and drew a target on the tree*\n\n*Mask flew up to the branch he was sitting in, looking at him up close the ferret was really small, it could fit just in his hands, the ferret sniffing in his direction, curious, perhaps it could smell something that was out of place for him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He groaned a little bit in pain as he leaned his forehead on his knees. He shuddered a little bit before he leaned his head up.\n\n**\"I... I need to go somewhere.\"** He groaned as he stood up, putting down the creature beside him on the branch as he got up. He jumped down onto the ground, stumbling a little bit. He was going to try and last as long as he could in terms of his transformation, but some of his body was shuddering. His transformation was not going to last long.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Go where?\" *This scared the ferret who opened his wings, flying right back to Olive and growling at Kaimarir from her back, alerting her that something wasn't right* \n\n*She turned back to him as she heard his groaning and the growling of her pet, who seemed really agitated, she noticed how he seemed to be in pain and run to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder* \"Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good, where does it hurt?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He groaned a little more as he held onto his head.\n\n**\"No, no, don't look...\"**\n\nHe gripped onto his head as the pale color of his skin slowly faded to red. His hair turned black and a set of horns soon came into being on top of his head. His recklessness with keeping track of his transformation has lead him to forget his timing.\n\nHe removed his hand from his head and looked over to Olive, his bright yellow eyes staring at her. \n\nHe was a Red Oni.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive took a couple of steps back as he began transforming, she had never seen anything like him, not in the beastkin tribes, not in her travels around Drase, the small ferret kept whining and growling at him as his transformation was completed*\n\n*In the matter of seconds, she took her bow out and placed an arrow ready to shoot in case he tried anything, she pointed at him* \"What are you?! ANSWER!\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He raised his arms up. Of course, he knew immediately how to react as he many things pointed at him in his time. He was a wanted criminal after all.\n\n**\"I'm.. A red Oni. We're able to transform, like any other form changer.\"** He spoke, his voice was much deeper than his human form. **\"I don't mean any harm.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"A red Oni?\" *She had heard of the species but since she never saw one she thought they were extinct* \n\n\"How can I trust you?\" *Centaurs were skilled archers by nature and she didn't stop pointing at him, stomping the ground with one of her front hooves as she moved her tail in an agitated way* \n\n*Her ferret was just as useful as a child in this situation, because of its it was a harmless creature to anything that wasn't a mouse or a tiny bird, it got down from her back, extending up his wings to make himself look bigger as it kept growling in a not very threatening way*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint, defeated sigh.\n\n**\"Look, I don't exactly know how to prove to you that I'm trust worthy. And that's okay. But... You said I looked quite friendly as a human. What does my true form differ from my human form?\"**\n\nShe obviously had no idea of his criminal activity, and this seemed good.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She rolled her eyes, she did said that earlier, as she did though so, she lowered her bow a bit* \"Ok, I did say that... And since you're not trying anything yet... I guess I could give you the benefit of doubt\"\n\n*She looked at her ferret that was still trying to act intimidating* \"Mask please stop that... You're too cute to hurt anyone\" *The ferret looked at her and whined, it just wanted to help*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a gentle shrug of the shoulders before lowering them again.\n\n**\"But hey, I'm not going to judge if you want to hurt me or whatever. It's pretty much the reason I transform as a human. To hide my true identity.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She put her arrow back in the arrow quiver, she wouldn't use an arrow on someone that was unarmed and not trying to fight her* \"I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me... Wouldn't it be worse if you pretend to be something you're not and then people found out?\" \n\n*Her pet began flying and stopped right in front of his face, curious about his unusual appearance, tilting his head to the side as it looked at him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He was about to speak but then he paused as Mask came up in front of his face.\n\nHis pupils were slitted and thin like the eyes of a cat. His horns protruded from his head and curled backwards before curling upwards. His skin was deep red and appeared smooth.\n\n**\"Erm... See, thing is, I don't like my appearance. I've kept myself closed off and away majority of my days. The two hours I'm allowed out, I am disguised.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The small creature, looked at him up and down, once it's curiosity was satisfied it went flying back to the ground and stayed behind her owners front legs* \n\n\"Why only two hours? Is that all your magic can do? And, you shouldn't hide yourself that much, look at me for example, I'm a horse from the waist down and you don't see me complaining about it\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He looked to the side a little bit before looking back at her.\n\n**\"Perhaps. In any case, it's all my magic can do. 2 hours a day, I can be my human self. Such a drastic change like that takes a lot of energy.\"**\n\nHe raised one of his arms and combed back his hair that was in his face.\n\n**\"Either way. I'm sorry you had to see me like this.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Hey, it's alright, it just freaked me out to suddenly realize you were something else and not just a Mancen\" \n*She put her bow away, relaxing once again around him and picked up Mask*\n\n\"Maybe I overreacted a bit after seeing you turn into your real form, you got me a bit nervous\" *She lowered her ears ashamed of her attitude towards him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He immediately turned to look at her with an incredibly surprised expression.\n\n**\"I'm... I'm sorry, but what did you just say?\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She sighed still with her ears down* \"I'm sorry ok? I overreacted when I saw you in that form, you got me nervous\"\n\n*She started petting Mask as she hold him in her arms*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Hey, it's okay. I can't remember the last time I heard someone apologizing to me. I thought I was not hearing right.\"**\n\nHe smiled a little bit then lowered his head to look at the ground.\n\n**\"It's alright. I appreciate the apology. I'll be sure not to spook you like that if I were to change my form again. If we do meet again.\"** He gave a faint shrug. **\"But that is your choice.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She smiled at him as her ears went back to their normal position* \"It would be nice to see you again sometime, you're actually a someone who you can have a nice conversation with\"\n\n*She started her travels to actually meet new people from everywhere she went to, so he wasn't an exception* \n\n\"Just ever walk behind me if you try to spook me... Centaurs don't like being surprised and I would hate to accidentally kick you...\" *She had the strength of real horse after all and no one wants to get kicked by a horse*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Ah, well, I've been hit in the face by a few people in my life. Pretty sure a horse's back foot will feel just a sliiiightly bit more painful.\"** He gave a faint chuckle before combing his hair back again.\n\n**\"Anyway. Considering you're a busy centaur, I'm probably holding you back. Unless you're not doing anything important now.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She shook her head* \"I was just talking a walk with my pet when he ran off after a mouse and I encounter you, I'm not really busy right now\" \n\n*Mask was making a purring like sound as he laid on his back and she gave him belly rubs, it was obvious how much she cared about her pet*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The Red Oni now wandered through the forest rather than staying within his usual tree. He was not within his disguise, instead he had decided to conceal somewhat of his usual identity by replacing his regular human-like ears with elf-like ears. Other than that, nothing was different from his usual appearance.\n\nKaimarir made sure to be steady on his feet. It was currently raining and the rocks and ground beneath his bare feet were slippery. The wilderness was silent except for the pouring rain. He had his hood over his head with his horns poking through the holes, but that was the only sort of coverage from the rain. He enjoyed the rain, in fact, he was carrying his shoes in his right hand.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Peridot didn't like rain, rain is cold and something that a reptile doesn't like, she was in her humanoid for on top of a tree branch her reptile like tail, was wrapped around the branch to prevent falling, humming as she looked at a bird that was in the same branch as her*\n\n*She then saw someone walking just a few meter away through the rain, she didn't understand why would anyone like something like this, even taking his shoes off* \n\n\"How are confortable with this?!\" *She said this really loudly to make sure he would hear her, the girl hugged her Woden staff as she looked at him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint shriek as he stopped in his steps. He was not expecting anyone to be in this forest at all. Nor did he expect anyone to, well, see him. He wished he was in his disguise, but he had already been in it earlier that day. \n\nIn the pouring rain he stood. He turned around and looked towards Peridot, his bright yellow eyes almost standing out like glowing orbs against the gloomy atmosphere the rain brought with it.\n\n**\"I, uh... Kinda like the cold.\"** He spoke with a shrug, his low voice rolling smoothly off his tongue.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*His yellow eyes were something really cute for her since she usually didn't see people with eyes of that color, she liked peculiar stuff and he was definitely one of them* \"I like your eyes~\" *She smiled at him happily*\n\n*Peridot tilted her face to the side as she looked at him, she didn't understand his reasoning behind his licking for rain* \"That's exactly why I don't like rain! It's cold! Cold it's not good!\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked his eyes a little bit before turning his entire body to face her. He even went a little bit closer towards her.\n\n**\"The cold is something I enjoy. I don't quite know if it's just me or you're a special kind of creature.\"** He spoke before pulling his back down from his back. He rummaged through it before pulling out something that looked thick enough to be a blanket.\n\n**\"I got this cloak thing here. You want to wear it?\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Well, I'm a reptile after all, if i couldn't turn into this form, cold rain would potentially kill me\" *A water droplet hit her in the nice making her do a high pinch sound, he unwrapped her tail from around the branch as she cleaned the water on her nose* \n\n\"That would be really helpful!\" *She got down from the branch she was in immediately standing under it so she wouldn't get more rain on her, on a closer inspection, despite having a humanoid form, she had green hair that matched her reptile tail and her eyes were of a yellowish orange tone*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked upon inspection of the being in front of him. The 5ft6\" Tall being just stared at her for a little bit before actually making the attempt to give her the cloak.\n\n**\"Um... Sorry for being ignorant. What... Exactly is a 'reptile'?\"** He asked, sounding a little bit embarrassed by asking this question. He opened up the cloak as he handed it to her, revealing that it had a hood and would probably cover her down to her knees.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"A lizard? Any scaly creature?\" *She sight* \"I'm an Oriate, but I was originally just an iguana, that it's a kind of reptile\"\n\n*She took it, immediately covering her with the cloak, her tail was too long and would get wet normally so she curled it up around herself to prevent this still* \n\n\"Thanks for the cloak... I'm Peridot by the way!\" *She smiled again at him, for not liking rain, she was definitely in good humor despite the current situation*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He too returned the smile while nodding his head in respect. A piece of his hair covered his face and as he raised his head, he pushed it out of the way.\n\n**\"My name is Kaimarir. You can call me Kai if that's a difficult name.\"** When speaking his name, he rolled the R's in his name, making it sound fairly foreign. **\"I hope the cloak does you well, Peridot. It's the warmest I have, unfortunately.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Kaima... Rir?... It's a cute name, I like it\" *She wanted to know remember how to pronounce his name correctly even if she just used his nickname, she didn't want to be rude*\n\n\"I'll return it to you when it stops raining, what are you doing in the middle of the forest? There's not many people around here, don't you get lonely?\" *She liked to go on walks through the forest and that was her reason for being here*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"It's... All I know, Miss Peridot.\"** He said before turning around to look at the forest behind him. His pointed ears moved about a little bit before he looked back at her. **\"I don't exactly have a place to call home. So this is my home. I've lived here for a few weeks and kinda enjoyed it.\"** He allowed a few drops of rain to drip onto his nose and cheeks.\n\n**\"Alas, you're right. It does get lonely.\"** He gave a shrug. **\"But what can I do?\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Maybe I can be your friend? So you don't get lonely\" *She got closer to him, now just a few centimeters in front of him, he could see that she was shivering a bit, she wasn't wearing shoes after all, just some bandages that were now soaking wet*\n\n\"I can make you company, I like to make friends everywhere I go\" *She seemed pretty happy, about the idea of making a new friend*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia very worried about Peridot's sudden dissapearance started looking for her around. Shouting her name aloud trying to find her in the rain and Kyhlia knew she didn't like the rain, so she was very worried*\n''Peridot! Peridot!''"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir kept looking at her, taking note of her shivering. He looked up into the branch that she was in earlier.\n\n**\"I'll think about it. For now, perhaps let's sit up in the branch for a little bit of comfort.\"**\n\nHe jumped up and hung onto the nearest branch, before pulling himself upwards and onto it. He sat on it and looked down at Peridot.\n\n**\"Do you need help?\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, it sounds like a better ide-\" *She was interrupted by the sound of Kyhlia's voice, she sounded far away, she had went out to look for her? She didn't want to get her worried about her*\n\n\"Sis? I'm over here!!\" *She shouted so she would find her easy, Kaimarir could she how her tail uncurled and began wagging in happiness before turning to him smiling* \"My sister is coming!\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir raised one eyebrow, the horned male looking in the direction of the call.\n\n**\"Sister?\"** He asked. **\"Okay, well... Best make her aware of where you are.\"***"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia heard her little \"Sister's\" Voice shouting for her. She began running in that direction. She was wearing a ice blue fur cloak and had the hoodie on. Her goat horns were in their non-extended form. She saw Peridot alone in the wood drenched but in a cloak.*\n\"I told you not to go out without your cloak, but wait if I have your cloak in my bag where did you find that cloak?\" \n*Her purple eyes with horizontal pupils looking everywhere to see someone else nearby, she found the culprit right over her on a branch, looking at her.*\n\"What are you trying to do with Peri?!\nYou better not lay a finger on her!\"\n*She quickly removed her hood and her extended her horns, frost coming out of her eyes and letting out a intense blue-purple light while she placed herself between Peridot and Kaimarir looking at him angrily.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Wait! Kyhlia! He helped me! He gave me this cloak so I wouldn't get as wet with this rain and I wouldn't be cold, he didn't do anything to me!\" \n\n*She didn't want her new friend to be hurt because of a misunderstanding, she hugged her sister from behind in an attempt to calm her down, she knew how much Kyhlia usually liked to protect her*\n\n\"It's ok sis... I'm ok... Calm down... I'm sorry that I got you so worried...\" *She didn't care about the cold that was emanating from her sister's body, hugging her tightly in her desperate attempt to calm her down*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The elongated ears on the Red Oni moved backwards, flat against the side of his head. He was not expecting such an uproar from a supposed sister. He raised his hands up in a surrender manner, his one hand holding his shoes and the other holding nothing.\n\n**\"Hey, it's alright.\"** He assured. **\"Like she said. I gave her the cloak to keep her warm and toasty, that's it.\"**\n\nHis bright yellow eyes looked right at Kyhlia, hoping in a way it would make her believe that he was sincere. Well, he hoped, but he was not very good at proving himself worthy of trust.*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*It wasn't the man that convinced Kyhlia, it was the embrace of Peridot trying to calm her down as much as possible that did, she knew that it was sincere. Her horns instantly went back to its original form, the light and frost quickly disappeared as she gained back her jaded look.*\n''So everything is fine?'' *She calmly said*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah... Everything is fine...\" *Peridot sneezed as she let go her sister, maybe it was the rain and the cold that made her sneeze, but it looked like she was she was about to get sick*\n\n\"His name is Kaimarir, he's a new friend! New friends are always good\" *She kept wagging her tail while she talked, but then curled it back around her waist, she didn't like the rain on the scales of her tail*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He noticed the sneeze that had come from Peridot. He pulled his bag from off his back and put it on the branch, opening the bag and going through his bag. He rummaged through before he pulled out a glass bottle that was corked to prevent spillage. He threw the bag back over his back before he hopped down and onto the ground, holding the bottle out towards Peridot.\n\n**\"Drink this when you are able to. It'll give you a boost to your immune system.\"** He spoke while holding the bottle out, but he was not expecting it to be immediately taken.*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia gently took the bottle out of Kaimarir's hand, looked at the content, stir it up a bit to see the viscosity and opened it to smell it, it didn't look like anything dangerous she knew of. She gave it to Peridot.*\n''It's safe, drink this and lets get back home. Would ya? You know you shouldn't go out when it rains...''\n*She took Peridot up in her arms and started walking in the direction of the road, where she came from*\n''You can come too by the way, you may be a stranger, but I won't let you standing in the rain.''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She was about to take the bottle when Kyhlia took it first, she waited patiently to her to do her check of its content, before she was handed back the bottle* \n\n\"Thanks... I won't go out when it's about to rain again...\" *She opened it back up and drank its content in a few seconds, she wasn't a fan of the taste but she drank it anyways*\n\n*As she was lifted up, Kyhlia could feel how her sister was shivering a little, it definitely wasn't a good idea for her to be in the rain, she looked back at Kaimarir* \"Come with us, I don't want you to be alone in the middle of forest, its better to be with friends\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked a little bit, sincerely stunned by the offer to go along with them. He was completely fine with being out in the rain, hell, here he was barefoot in it, and yet these two had offered him to follow? He couldn't believe it at first. His face showed the uncertainty he experienced.\n\n**\"I... Alright.\"** He nodded softly. **\"I'll... Follow along with you.\"** \n\nThere was definitely a hint of uncertainty within his voice. Regardless, he would go with the two ladies.*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*The trio walked for about 20 minutes, Kyhlia kept Peridot close to her, trying to keep her warm on the travel there. Once at the house she removed the soaked cloaks of her and Peridot and dropped Peridot in her hammock. She then moved to the fireplace, hastily trying to start one.*\n''Make yourself at ease, Kaimarir.''\n*It was a cozy shack, not very big. But enough for three persons to live in, she had shelves full of various potions and baums, two hammock and one bed. It smelled nice of dry flowers and vegetables.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The lizard girl stayed close to her sister during the whole trip, nuzzling lightly against in her seek for warmth and comfort looking back at Kai from time to time to make sure he was following them*\n\n*Peridot sneezed again once in her hammock, her clothes were also a bit wet and it certainly didn't help keep them, without minding the presence of other two people in the room and one of them being a guy, she took off her clothes, leaving them in a nearby chair to dry and staying in her underwear, she didn't seem to present any kind of shame in doing this* \"Much better~\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The Red Oni just... Stood for a while in this shack home. It had been a long time since he felt somewhat formal and in a house. He did not know what to do at first, just taking the first few moments to take in his surroundings.\n\nLooking left and right, his bright golden yellow eyes took in various details. The hammocks, the bed, and oop a naked lizard lady. He immediately turned his head away, trying to give her some sort of respect and dignity. He pulled down the hood of his cloak, allowing his horns to slide out from the holes in the hood.\n\n**\"So... What can I do? Anything I need to do?\"***"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia still had that constant jaded look on her face, she finally had got the fire to start and was now looking at Kaimarir*\n''Well if you know how to cook a stew or something go for it''\n*She then remembered about the potion from earlier*\n''You seem to know alchemy a little, maybe we could share knowledge about that too''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"What?\" *She didn't understand the concept of why people looked away when someone wasn't wearing clothes, she didn't care about nudity at all, she laid down on her hammock now enjoying the warmth coming from the fireplaces, she kept hugging her staff as she did this wrapping her tail around it*\n\n\"We just need for this rain to pass before we can go back outside right?\" *She yawned, she had stopped shivering by this point, maybe she was getting sick but sleeping might help her*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He kept his eyes averted. \n\n**\"I'm not really sure on alchemy. I brought the potion to use on myself should the event arise that I get sick.\"** He said while his eyes were still away. **\"I, uh... Do feel somewhat awkward. I haven't been in a house for a long time, so I feel a little, uh... Weird.\"***"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia turned to Kaimarir a little surprised, you could barely see it on her face.*\n\"You what now? You're telling me you have been like on the road for while, like didn't even stop at Inn or anything?\"\n*She pointed at a chair by the table*\n\"Sit down and relax, you're safe here.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Peridot peeked her head out from her hammock, looking at Kaimarir* \n\n\"That explains why you were so confortable in the middle of the forest, we won't judge you\" \n\n*She was saying this last part more of herself because she didn't knew how much would Kyhlia question him*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked again and raised a hand to scratch the side of his head, just behind his left ear. He then leaned and placed his shoes, clean, to the side of the door.\n\n**\"I haven't been in any sort of building for the past few years.\"** He said as he moved over to the chair and sat down, looking at Kyhlia and not so much Peridot, considering her nudity.*"
}
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{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "\"I get you ive been living here for the last 5 years alone until she came back into my life a week ago, my curse isn't something people are used too, a silnari turned Oriate with goat horns and weird eyes isn't something common folks appreciate.\"\n*She sighed and looked at the fire for a while silent, she was deep in her thoughts.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"You guys care too much about what people think of you, don't you?\" \n*She was looking at Kaimarir from her hammock holding her staff with her tail, she felt better now that she was almost dry and near the fireplace*\n\"Everyone is a little weird they just hide it, you seen really nice, you should go where there's more people more often\"\n*She smiled at him as she tried to find a confortable position in her hammock*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir would slowly move his eyes to look at Peridot, keeping his eyes on her face to try and prevent it from drifting to... Other places.\n\n**\"Thing is, I do care about what people think. I'm not welcome in most kingdoms, and as a result the wild forest is all I've known for a few years.\"** His eyes then looked towards the fireplace. It did seem really cozy.\n\n**\"Besides, with people, I'm a little shaky on interacting and socializing. I'm not... Very comfortable with it.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I can't see why, you are a nice person~\" \n*She was still looking at him, her eyes following every single one of his movements*\n\"Well you can interact with me just fine, I would say that's a good start for now\"\n*She didn't seem to realize that being half naked made him uncomfortable in any way*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He scratched the side of his head a little bit before turning his head to look away again. Thankfully it seemed these people weren't exactly aware of who he was. He was not a bad man, just had his face plastered around on wanted posters for thievery. Seemed these two ladies weren't aware of that, and that was good.\n\n**\"I suppose I'll get better at it.\"** He finally said. A sudden shiver went down his spine, suddenly feeling a chill.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Peridot noticed the shiver, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him*\n\"Are you cold? Want a hug?\"\n*She went down from her hammock, leaving her staff there and went towards him, without minding her nudity, she gave him a hug, wagging her tail happily as she did this, she liked to give hugs to people, no matter who it was she just wanted to help*\n\"Hugs always help when I feel cold, though one might help you a bit for now\"\n*Her body was now warmer compared as how she was before in the rain*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*At the offer of a hug he immediately perked up and looked back towards her, quickly shaking his head 'no'.\n\n**\"Wait, no, I'm fine-\"**\n\nBut it was too late. He was then embraced by her. By this stage, his entire face changed from its usual red to bright pink, blushing so brightly. His own tail curled a little bit around his leg, his eyes wide. While it was nice and warm, the skin-to-skin/scale(?) contact made him feel a range of emotions.\n\n**\"T-thank you, very... Much.\"** He spoke faintly.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Don't worry, I like to give hugs to people and the warmth is nice~\" \n*She only had scales in her tail and lower back, so it was skin to skin contact, she nuzzled a bit against him, enjoying the hug and pressing her body a bit against him*\n\"Are you feel warmer now?\"\n*She seemed to sincerely just want to help and didn't do it with any other intentions, she was pretty innocent*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*His face still being incredibly pink, he nodded a little bit.\n\n**\"Yes, this... Is helping tremendously. Thank you very much.\"** His voice sounded a little shaky, despite the fact she was very open about this, he still wanted to give her some ounce of respect. He gently reached his arms out and gave her a light hug in return, though it was a soft one.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"That's good, I'm glad that I could help~\"\n\n*She slowly let of the hug now that he was warmer, she was happy that she could help, it was then that she noticed that he was blushing*\n\n\"Why is your face pink?\" \n\n*She leaned in to have a closer look, her face just a few centimeters away from his as she tried to know why did that happened*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir retracted his head for a moment, her being too close for his comfort. He hadn't realized that he was blushing, and blushing to the point that it was noticeable against his red skin. His bright, golden yellow eyes stared at her with a frightful look. He gave a faint gulp.\n\n**\"Erm... I haven't been hugged in a long time. Especially from a, um... Woman, lacking clothes.\"** He cleared his throat, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*By this point, she had forgotten that she was even lacking clothes she stood back straight taking a step towards the fireplace*\n\n\"Oh... Sorry, I don't get why people get uncomfortable when I'm not wearing all my clothes\"\n\n*With her tail she reached over to her clothes that were still hanging from a chair near the fire, they were warm and she began dressed back up right there*\n\n\"Sorry if I made it awkward for you\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint, awkward chuckle before brushing his hair back, a soft sigh escaping from him.\n\n**\"No, uh, it's okay. I suppose someone like me is so used to clothing. Seeing someone not wearing any is... A little weird to me. But, I suppose it's something I should get used to if I play to stay the night here.\"** He then looked to the side and whispered something. \n\n\"||Or however long I stay here...||\"*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I should be the one used to wearing clothes by now, I guess all habits don't really die, being a lizard it's less complicated than being humanoid, people doesn't care if I have clothes or not\"\n\n*Once she was done, she straighten up her clothes with her hands since they were a bit wrinkled*\n\n\"You told me you didn't knew what a reptile was, right? Wanna see one?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Once her clothes were *Finally* On, the pinkness from his face seemed to slowly fade, though it was very gradual. He raised his one eyebrow, his left eyebrow which had a piercing through it, and then lowered it.\n\n**\"I'm not sure if I should be worried or neutral. I suppose I would like to see what a reptile looks like.\"** He sits up straight in the chair.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She smiled as he said this, for her, that a 'yes, I wanna see', she grabbed her staff from her hammock*\n\n\"Then prepare yourself to see the greatness of an iguana!\"\n\n*As she said this, the gem of her staff along with the one on her necklace began glowing, also making her body glow, she began shrinking more and more until she was less than half the size of house cat, but with a tail that was longer than her whole body, as she stopped glowing, it revealed an green iguana looking right a him as she wagged her tail* \n\n\"This is real reptile!\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir stood back a little bit as this happened before his very eyes. His gorgeous eyes were wide with surprise, yet he was not fearful in any way. He soon grew a smile on his face as he lowered himself down to his knees to get a closer look.\n\n**\"That's... Incredible. You can also change your form.\"** He mentioned, keeping the smile on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Only into this form, this in the form I was born in and then I got my humanoid form\"\n\n*She tilted her head to the side, looking at him realizing that he said 'also'*\n\n\"You can change your form? Or why do you say it that way?\"\n\n*She kept wagging her tail, it was obvious how this iguana was a just a big all of joy and happiness and it was hard to get her sad*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a slightly coy smile as he pulled out his hands from his trouser pockets, placing them just above where his collar bone is.\n\n**\"Observe.\"** He spoke. \n\nHe then moved his hands upwards towards his face, basically rubbing his hands over his face from his chin to his forehead. The skin he rubbed over changed from red to that of a pale complexion. As he moved over his face, the red was gone and replaced with pale, human-like skin. Moving over his hair, it changed from black to a dark brown. As he moved his hands over his horns, they disappeared completely. His Red Oni self had now become entirely human. The red disappeared from the rest of his body as he lowered his hands, replacing it with the pale skin tone his face shows. He opened his eyes and they kept their bright yellow color.\n\n**\"This is... A form I'm in more often than I should be.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Peridot watched in awe as his Red oni complexion changed into that of a human, it was definitely an impressive thing to see, she always liked to see how people displayed their magic*\n\n\"You look like a human! But why do you use that form? You look so much cooler in the red one\" \n\n*She thought that both of his forms looked really cute, but she thought was really cool an a red oni*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint chuckle, his blushing more visible against his human skin. He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his head.\n\n**\"I'm like this if I go into towns or villages. I'm... Not welcome in a few places in my normal form. So, as a result, I developed this human form.\"**\n\nAlmost in reverse, his red color slowly begins to form again. This time, starting from where the last bit of red turned to human skin- his fingers. They turned red, followed by his hands, then arms. Soon, his original colors came back, starting from the back of his head and traveling over his face. His horns grew back on the top of his head as did his elongated ears. Soon, he was back to normal.\n\n**\"It's something I've grown accustomed to.\"***"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Its a shame that people don't get to see how cool you look! I guess that makes me really lucky to see you in both~\"\n\n*Her body start and the gem on her necklace started glowing again as she grew back into her humanoid form, her staff reappearing in her hand, she brushed her hair a bit with her fingers since it got a bit messy*\n\n\"I would never get used to one single form since I got advantages in both of them, it just depends on which one I want to use\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Thankfully he was fully red now because the comment about seeing both his forms made him feel incredibly flustered. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his head.\n\n**\"Heh, well... That's great. I'm only able to be in my human form for about 3 hours. I'm assuming you don't have a time limit with your transformation?\"** He asked with his head tilted to the side.*"
}
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{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She shook her head* \"For all I know I have no time limit for my transformation, I use a bit of mana but nothing else\"\n\n*She went by his side and leaned against the door, looking at him, her tail wagging* \"You really are someone interesting, I will definitely enjoy being friends with you~\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He nodded softly at the response, then he watched her for a little bit. He paused before his body shuddered heavily, as though he was cold. And he was. He was still in the damp cloak that he had worn while he was in the rain.\n\n**\"Brr, sorry... Suddenly got really chilly.\"** He said as he brought his hands underneath the cloak. It covered his entire top half of his body, and considering he never really took it off he usually wore nothing else underneath it. Realizing that his hands met with his bare chest, his eyes widened a bit. Now he remembered. Damn it.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She tilted her head to the side as she looked at him, she didn't understand why was he still with that cloak? If it was soaking wet* \"Why don't you simply take it off?\"\n\n*She got a bit closer to him, her eyes waiting to see his next movement, all of her attention was obviously on him* \"Is something wrong?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gasped as she got closer to him, his tail straightening for a moment before he wrapped it over his lap.\n\n**\"Uuhh, I, um, simply do not have anything on beneath this cloak.\"** His face now went entirely pink, a little bit of sweat dripping down his forehead. **\"And I, um, don't know how comfortable I'd feel with this off.\"**\n\nObviously he'd feel much warmer with it off. Maybe he should do a Peridot and warm up in the hammock by the fire.*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia was listening to them for a while now but she was keeping herself warm by the fire, but she didn't like where it was going.*\n''Hey you guys keep your hands for yourselves come by the fire if you're damp''\n*She got up and grabbed a towel in a cupboard and threw it at Kaimarir*\n''Take this for now, i'll find some big clothes, if I can find some...''"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a little 'umph' noise as the towel was thrown at it, having allowed it to be thrown to his face. He took it and wrapped it over his shoulders, moving himself a little bit closer towards the fire. He sat down nearby the fire with his legs crossed beneath his body, the pinkness in his face slowly but surely disappearing. He used the towel to dampen the sweat that went down his forehead.\n\n**\"Appreciated, Miss Kyhlia.\"** Kaimarir spoke with a faint, but nervous, smile.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She tilted her head to the side as she turned to Kyhlia*\n\"But my hands are not doing anything, sis\"\n*She was legitimately confused, as her sister threw a towel to Kaimarir and just went to sit by the fire with them*\n\"Is better to be in a place like this during the rain than outside, I wish I could know exactly when it's going to rain so I wouldn't get trapped in the middle of nowhere\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Kyhlia blushed as Kaimarir called her miss. She was still keeping a jaded look.*\n\"Don't call me miss, I'm not that old. Call me Kyhlia.\"\n*She turned to Peridot*\n\"When do you think we will finally be able to go back to our Master's tower? We keep either getting interrupted or we end up with two horses and missing guests.\"\n*Kyhlia turned back to Kaimarir*\n\"I swear we have nothing to do with their disappearance and honestly I wouldn't let that happen to you, you seem nice\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He sat there a little bit awkwardly. Definitely not expecting to hear that come from them, perhaps they were more criminal than he was. \n\nHis gentle shivers soon begun to stop as his body was slowly, but surely, getting warmer and warmer. He then turned his head to look between the two of them.\n**\"Master?\"** He asked, his voice filled with curiosity.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank wanders into the Lymian Wilderness, weapons at the ready. He's been practising for a good while, and is excited to give his skills a test. He adjusts his helmet for a bit for continuing on.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank, heading in a general direction of the map, would have a bit of trouble finding the cave, and stumbled into a small village in the middle of the wilderness. With the sun setting, Shank could see in the well lit village with Wood elves milling around, carrying about their business right before dinnertime. The rich aroma of food will drift over to shank, who had only eaten rations on the way here. A wood elf child would spot shank in the distance and tugged on her mother, who would look at shank in the distance and smile.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank nods his head to the woman, and enjoys the smell of the cooked food. However, no time to be distracted. Shank is a dedicated and focused individual, who cannot be led astray by the promise of a meal. He internally chides himself for thinking about trying to get some.\n\nShank approaches the elven woman, putting his weapons away and his helmet's visor up in order to look more approachable. Well, more approachable. Shank still has a case of resting bitch face.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"I was told Rust Monsters were nearby. Do you know their location?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The woman's face flashes in surprise and then she opens her door and whisked her daughter inside. She shows some hesitation before she says: \"I don't know where they are, but I know someone who does.\" She paused before continuing: \"Virnan is a ranger. You will find him at the forge.\" She would point in the direction of the forge then shut the door when her daughter called for her , leaving Shank outside. Shank would make his way to the forge, where he would spot an elderly elf along with a younger one, dressed in green robes and armed with several arrows.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank sighs. How useful of her.. Not.\n\nHe approaches the person he assumes to be the ranger. Same as before, trying to look approachable but probably failing. Nox can probably attest to the boy not being a friendly sort.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"I was told Rust Monsters were nearby... And you know where they are. Is this correct?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Vinran would turn before Shank reached him as he had heard shank approaching. Shank could see that the two of them were laughing and drinking. Virnan turned at Shank smiled and offered a cup of what they were drinking to him, but upon hearing the word rust monsters, his face would flash in surprise before chucking. He says: \"I know where they are, yes, but what in seven hells are you planning to do with them?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank glowers at the elf slightly more than he usually glowers at most people. Again, as a lot of people who know Shank can attest, friendliness is not his strong suit.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"I want to kill them.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*This time, the Old timer as well as Vinran would chuckle. The old timer would say: \"I think this one has had more to drink than us!\" Vinran on the other hand, would see Shank's glower and sense that he was actually serious. His face would show signs of sympathy, and he would say: \"First time on the Rodeo? It's not the best idea to hunt down and kill Rust monsters with your current equipment. I had almost assumed you wanted to tame one, although you don't seem to know how to do that either.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank's constant glowering loosens a little. That... Was true. From what he's heard of them, they'd make a joke of his armour. He had the bow, but that probably wouldn't be enough.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"What should I do, then? My leader needs their eggs.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Vinran would sigh and take a sip from his drink before saying: \"I don't doubt your ability to kill them but have you looked at what you are wearing and repeated the name of what you are trying to hunt?\" His would silently reminisce about the time that he had fought along a beastkin and sigh. Good old days. He thought to himself and took yet another sip.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*...Ah. Yes. That... Ugh. Shank groans, realising what an idiot he was. He debates removing all of his metal objects for safekeeping. He then gets an idea, and describes it to the ranger. To them, it might not be original, but to Shank, it is.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Could I leave my equipment here and take bars of metal to use as bait?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Of course, that's a bit of extra money to spend. But Shank didn't mind.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Vinran would smile and say: \"Now you get it! With a simple touch of their antennae, your armor could rust into nothing. I don't see why you would need metal bars. Egg's don't move. You need nonmetal weapons to kill them, unless that sword or those arrows of yours are enchanted.\" The old timer moved into the blacksmithing hut, presumably to get weapons.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*No, they weren't. Shank debates enchanting his weapons, actually. Non-metal weapons... So, wooden spears, wooden arrows, the like, Shank assumes. He looks through his wallet, ready to pay for this non-metal equipment... Which he could've asked Nox for, but whatever.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The old timer would return holding a wooden cub as well as a black roll. When he got closer, he would lay the club on the table and unfurl the black roll, showing a whole assortment of bone weapons. Shank would see Bone arrowheads of various sizes, a bone flute, and several wicked looking bone daggers with intricate designs. The old timer would say: \"Yer luck we have these! The best weapons against the rust monsters!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank smiles **Ever so slightly** As he looks at all of the weapons. Back to his roots, then. Getting tribal in combat. There's something funny about that to Shank. Although... These will probably need some money to be acquired, hmm?*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The old timer looks at Shank in a funny way before saying: \"We can give you the club for free, as you can see all around us, we have no shortage of trees at all. However, the bone knives belong to the village. We will happily lend you some for use, but will keep your metal armor here to ensure that you return them.\" Vinran nods and adds: i will show you to the caves, but will not accompany you further.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank has no external reaction, but inside, he is very relieved. His equipment costed enough, he didn't fancy splurging out on some bone and wood weapons. He takes off his metal armour and equipment, leaving it at the forge, but keeps his gambeson on. That could still come in handy.\n\nHe gives the club a few swings. Feels nice, almost natural.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Vinran would nod at the old timer, grab two torches, hand one to Shank and walk off, gesturing for Shank to follow. Within minutes, they would reach the other side of the Village, where the trees were much denser. It didn't help that the sun was setting. They would reach what looked like a path, although it seemed that it had been a while since someone had last used it. There were leaves and fallen branches covering the dirt of the path. Vinran would say as they were walking the path:\"I hope you have a good memory. Don't get lost in these woods, especially with winter coming.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank smirks at the elf as he walks alongside her. He does... Well, his memory isn't awful, anyway. There's still bits and pieces back from the slave camp that he remembers very well. The winter storms are awful, but Shank doesn't mind them too much due to his fur and Beastkin heritage.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The duo would continue walking down the path, until they reached a small clearing in the woods. At the opposite side, Shank would see the entrance to two caves, one slightly larger than the other, with the latter showing a old bloodstain. Vinran would stop and nod and Shank, saying: \"Best of luck to you. If you are fast enough, we may have a meal, for you.\" He would then turn back the way he had come, leaving Shank alone.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank looks behind him and nods, before brandishing his bow, dousing his torch and wandering into the cave. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Always best to be prepared for an attack.\n\nHe relies on his night vision to help him see his targets as he wanders in.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank would enter the cave to the left, and although he had night vision, this tunnel appeared to be long and straight, declining at an angle. Walking along it, Shank would see torch holders, but without torches in them. They had had probably rotted away in the ages that this cave went unused. He would continue further, finding nothing of significant importance*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank glares as he continues to wander down the cave, now putting an arrow in his bow and readying a shot. This would be a little unnerving... To most people. Shank had a steel will, and was prepared to defend himself, and pay back his debt to Nox.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank would continue in dead silence for a while, before reaching a diverging path. From what he could tell, one lead down to what appeared to be a central room in the cave, while the other one maintained their elevation and perhaps was a platform to look down at the central room. At this point, Shank could definitely hear something, but with his current level of night vision, he could not see anything as of yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank gets up and tries to sneak onto the platform. Of course, since his stealth skills are basic and not supernatural at all, he isn't brilliant, but he might still have somewhat of an edge against the monsters if he's careful. He assumes that the noises are the Rust Monsters, and checks his club and daggers' location, so that they are easily drawable in case of an emergency.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "Shank looks down while sneaking up, and sees a skeleton of a dead Macen, and in another 60 feet away, the remains of a rust monster with a single red, very dim glowing rune on it. Looking around carefully, he vaguely sees two sets of feet and a few antennae spread across the circle of his range of night vision."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank tries to get just a little closer to the rust monsters, and takes the corridor leaning down, still gripping his bow and arrow tightly as he tries to get a closer look and a better shot.\n\nWhen he can, he fires an arrow at one of the rust monsters, crouching, and aiming carefully.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank's arrow hits a Rust monster but having been a bit out of range, the arrow ricochets off the monster and clatters to the ground. Sensing metal, the rust monster turns and scuttles towards where the arrow fell, using it's antenna to dissolve it and eat it. However, a zombie was close to Shank, an starts heading toward him.*\n\n1 zombie 50 feet away, comming right at you"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank readies another arrow and fires it at the zombie's head. Although he's heard of the story about cutting off a zombie's head, he wants to test for a normal shot first. No matter the outcome, he draws his club and looks to the rust monster again. Might shoot another metal arrow for good measure.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*This time, Shank was in much better range than his first shot, and this time, his arrow hit true, piecing right through the zombie's unarmored head, killing it instantly. It fell to the ground in a loud thud, alerting the other zombie, who was roughly 180 feet away, to Shank's presence. The Rust monster once again detecting metal, stats moving toward the downed zombie, but doesn't quite get there.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank nocks another arrow to his bow and shoots the close Rust Monster. For now, he was just going to play it safe and utilise his bow for killing the creatures. However, if they came close, he wasn't afraid to get into melee combat. As usual, he keeps an eye on his surroundings and under his feet, worried for the possibility of stepping on an egg. Yes, it's probably just paranoia. No, Shank doesn't care.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The ground Shank stands on is mainly uneven stone, with a few vines snaking through cracks in the stone itself. This time, when the arrow hits, it nudges itself between two sections of the rust monster's armor. Because it was so close, it detected the metal on Shank's belt and his arrow, and began running at Shank.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank straps his bow back on and draws his club, moving toward the beast and bringing it down on the creature's back, hitting the top of the arrow in order to dig it in further.*"
}
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{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Kickingbabiesoffcliffs** Leveled up!"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank, Having the advantage in every statistical category over the Rust monster, would successfully slam the entire arrow inside the shell, as well as crushing the monster's head with his powerful blow. The monster would fall to it's feet, curl up and die. Looking left , shank could see the other rust monster and zombie blocking a path, and on the right two paths that led down further into the cave.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank's tail thrashes against the cave floor as he draws his bow, stows his club and fires another arrow, this time at the other zombie.\n\nGods, how many people have died here... Shank dispels what little fear he has, although he is certainly unnerved... By Shank's standards, which is a minuscule amount to fear compared to a normal person's.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank, once again being too far from the zombie, would hit the zombie right between the shoulder and the chest, sending the zombie crashing to the ground. It would slowly get up, and try to locate shank and heads towards his general direction. The rust monster seemingly is oblivious to the whole thing, and scuttles down one of the paths.*\nCurrent situation: Shank in a large chamber, with a platform above, 3 paths to other chambers, exit behind him. Zombie not dead, Rust monster evades."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank fires another shot and moves quickly into one of the further down paths. (Because I cant differentiate the two I'll say \"Left\".) No use wasting arrows on the zombie... Although he's still worried it'll jump him, so he keeps an eye over his shoulder at all times.\n\nMaybe Shank is a little more unnerved than he'd care to admit.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank continues down the path, and the deeper he gets, he finds wooden beams supporting the cave structure, which was most probably a mine, but there was no metal to be found anywhere at all. He would continue onwards, and he would find 2 shells of dead Rust monsters, all with the single red, very dim glowing rune on it.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank fires an arrow at the Rune. Probably a strange manoeuvre to make, but Shank didn't want to risk setting off a trap. If it doesn't blow up on contact, he inspects the rune... Assuming, of course, his paranoia didn't destroy something valuable.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank fires the arrow, but it ricochets off harmlessly as the rune was carved onto the shell of the rust monster itself. He would walk closer to it, and inspect it. It seemed the same rune on the both of them, and the same rune he had seen on the chamber. He would look over it once again, and recall seeing a similar shaped rune on a box Nox had where Nox kept unlabled potions he was working on.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hmm... How strange. He picks up the runed creature and inspects it a little further. He puts it in his bag, as he thinks Nox might take some interest, and trudges forward.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Soon, within minutes of walking, Shank comes upon a comparatively small chamber, but it seems to be exactly what he needed to find: a nest of rust monster eggs. One slight hitch was in his way: 6 rust monsters scuttling around between him and the eggs.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank fires an arrow as bait for the creatures before hastily putting Rust Monster eggs in his bag. C'mon, C'mon... Gotta be quick about this...*"
}
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{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Shank's diverson would work, well for the most part, as most of the Rust monsters chased after the arrow. Just as Shank finished putting the last egg in his bag however, the Rust monsters had returned to wandering around and he felt the antennae of a rust monster brush against his left arm.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank grimaces a bit, mostly out of disgust, as he notices the creature brush against him. He grabs his club and swings at it, not trying to kill it but rather, trying to simply get it away from him so he can get the hell out of there. He sprints off with the eggs and the runed beast in his bag. Place was bloody creepy. At least Shank's admitting it now.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*The rust monster is hit hard by Shank's blow, who hit harder than he thought. He could hear the crunch of the monster's head being rushed between his blub and the cave floor. He would continue running away, and thankfully, he memorized the way flawlessly and did not run into any hitches, and soon he found himself back at the cave entrance, under the night sky.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank brushes off his arm, grimacing at the disgusting creature's... Well, touching him! Eww. Gross. He wants any traces of those things away from him. They're horrible.\n\nHe puts away his club, honestly a little surprised at his own strength. He must be getting healthier. He has Nox to thank for that. The man's done a lot for the Beastkin, even if it is likely for his own gain.\n\nHe doesn't fancy staying long at the town besides to collect his gear, he'd rather meet up with his leader and relay the rune to him. This seems important. Too important to delay at all. While he does return his daggers and collect his gear, he does it with a generally cold, dismissive atmosphere, besides a quiet word of \"Thanks\". He didn't really care about this town much, to be honest. Nox's personality was beginning to rub off on him more than the boy would care to admit."
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "I was aiming for a little more dialogue back at the town, but it's still done!\n\nI'm gonna check with staff on how many PP you get, while nox will give you 2 gold"
}
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{
"author": "alex4392",
"message": "```new rp session\n```"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Josephine, a short girl, carrying a shield and __very__ shiny mace seems to just be wandering alone through the wilderness. She finds a nice clearing, her legs sore from walking, and decides to take a rest. The clearing consists of a beautiful meadow, within a dense forest. Josephine takes her seat against a tree on the edge of the meadow, taking a moment to rest.*\n\n*Her outfit—or at least what's visible of it—consists of a white jacket, overtop some sort of red overwear. The jacket and overwear extend to below her knees, and have long sleeves. Beneath this is some sort of puffy garment, likely some sort of gambeson or other padded armor. Her boots are of a durable-looking brown leather, though there are some signs of wear upon them.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*While resting she could here rustling, like someone is taking bushes apart searching for something. Not long after the rustling get closes to her, she see a naga his tail pure white with a golden underbelly, his hair the same white flowing in the wind his arms and hair decorated with golden jewels matching his tail. For clothes its only a black cloth tied around his waist trailing down*\n\n*He looking though under every Little rock, fallen tree and every little crevice looking for something. He is unaware of Josephine that this moment more fixated on checking under a log lifting up the heavy thing with ease* \n\"Chocolate\" *He says loudly* \"Chocolate where are you, the scary bird is gone\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Upon hearing the rustling, she stands up, drawing her shield from her back and her mace from her side. She stands at the ready for anything, be it a rabbit, a mephit, or a dragon! To her disappointment, it's merely a naga—a friendly one, as it seems. She returns her shield to her back, and mace to her belt, but doesn't confront the man, remaining somewhat cautious in case he __does__ turn out to be dangerous. She stays still and quiet, thinking that he hadn't quite noticed her, as the man seems to talk to himself—or to someone he's looking for.*\n\n*She then steps forward, her weapons still away.* \"Are you looking for someone?\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*He dashes behind a tree breath in and out quickly before peeking out from behind the tree shyly his gold eyes look on to scanning her up and down a hint of fear on his face he doesn't best to hide it as he spoke* \"I am looking for my pet, chocolate he a snake, brown he got scared off by a bird.\" *His eye dart to her weapon hiding more behind the tree* \"Who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She keeps her hands far from her weapons, seeing him eyeing them with caution.* \"My name is Josephine McPherson! You don't have to worry, I won't hurt you.\" *She assumes a heroic stance.* \"I'm going on an adventure to be a grand hero!\" *She then remembers about the man's lost snake.* \"Oh! Right, your pet snake is missing! Would you like me to help find him?\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*He hides behind the tree to take a good mouthful of the beer he brought with him to help his shyness he then moves out of hiding from behind the tree nodding that her* \"He's friendly little guy with brown scales he shouldn't be too hard to find if you do call me over\""
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "*A loud yell echoes through the wilderness, and a few birds fly out of the trees. A sound of crunching leaves and snapping branches can be heard a little ways off, and a nearby tree shakes a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She nods to the naga man,* \"I'll start looking right awa—\" *Then, her attention is caught by the sudden yell and sounds of footsteps.* \"T-That— that sounds bad! I'll go investigate, you keep looking for your snake.\" *She draws her mace and shield, making her way towards the origin of the noises. She creeps towards the sound, keeping her guard up the whole time, ready for anything—except anything exceptionally unpredictable.*"
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "*If she considered a large minotaur fallen halfway down, supporting himself with a small tree(that looked like it too was ready to fall down) not exceptionally unpredictable, then she was indeed ready. The minotaur rights himself and brushes himself off. He jumps again when he notices Josephine, but doesn't quite fall over again. He clears his throat and tries to make it look like he meant it. It is unconvincing.*\n\"Er... Hey there.\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion followed behind josephine thing it might have someone to do with chocolate he hide behind another tree a few metres away form josephine looking at the minotaur in awe at the beast. He stay behind the tree and waits for them to talk it out taking another mouthful of beer*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*To say she was intimidated by the minotaur man roughly __twice__ her height would be an understatement. Nevertheless, she keeps her guard raised, her shield interposed between her and the minotaur.* \"B-Be you friend or foe?\" *She asks, with a hint of nervousness in her voice. She prepares for the worst, crouching low to the ground, and placing the head of her mace upon the ground beneath her.*"
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "\"Friend. Unless you hit me with that. Then I'll be a foe.\"\n*The minotaur looks around, as if searching for something, then relaxes.*\n\n\"Good, damned snake is gone.\"\n\n\"No, offense, of course.\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion jumps out from behind the tree* \"Was the shake brown!\" *She yelled out at the minotaur in excitement*"
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "\"I thinks so. Dunno, din't look hard.\""
},
{
"author": "alex4392",
"message": "Josephine: *She relaxes her guard a bit, placing her mace back on her waist and her shield upon her back. She hears Dillion speak up, and the two conversing about the snake.* \"Maybe you could help us find it? This man lost his snake, and we were just looking for it.\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Mhm chocolate is precious to me he a little brown snake very friendly unless touched\""
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "\"Snake an' friendly are two words I don' hear much together. I guess I could help. I thinks it went off that way.\"\n*He points into the wilderness, into some... Well, some trees. There are lots of trees.*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She nods to the minotaur.* \"Thank you very much!\" *She turns to the naga,* \"Let's not waste time. The search continues!\" *She motions in the direction the minotaur pointed in, already running ahead.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion huffs as he is way slower then josephine but tries his best to keep up with her* \"I'm a snake too and i'm friendly\""
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "*Braunfausti scratches his arse, and looks to the naga. He then shrugs and follows grudgingly*\n\n\"Yer half snake. An' the head part ain't snake. The head part's what matters, anyways. The head's what's does the thinking.\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She pushes forward through the forest, looking all over for the brown snake.* \"Keep your eyes peeled, chocolate has to be around here somewhere.\" *Her thinking is clearly optimistic, as it's entirely possible for a snake to disappear in the woods.* \"If we look around, we're sure to find him!\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"My head isn't only thing\" *He said with a smirk the beer talking effect at last time once he caught up to Josephine he spotted from a moment he sniffs the air uses his Predatory senses ability then he faces fallen tree* \"He's there I think\""
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "*The Minotaur walks up to the fallen tree and wraps his mighty arms around it.*\n\"Should I lift it?\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Hey! Hey! And you mad you could hurt him!\" *Dillion is clearly very caring about his snake as he calmly calls* \"Chocolate come out now\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Josephine just stands by and watches the events unfold, scanning the area for any signs of the snake.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*After a long minute a smol brown snake out with inside the and quickly dashes over to dillion, where dillion picks him up and hugs him dillion tail wagging in joy with his friends return*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Josie claps as Chocolate the snake finally returns to the naga man.* \"Hooray! One issue resolved, and it's only my second day of adventuring!\" *She turns her head to the minotaur man briefly, before looking back to the naga man.* \"Well, I'm gonna go take a break, adventuring sure takes a lot out of you.\" *She begins walking towards the meadow, ready to return to sitting against a tree.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion comes over to her smiling* \"Since you both helpped me how about i give you something...\" *He quickly thought to himself* \"At tree doesn't look like a good or safe place to rest how about you come to make house you can have my guess room and minotaur what can i offer you?\""
},
{
"author": "Tatsu",
"message": "🆙 | **The devil's idiot leveled up!**"
},
{
"author": "thehumbug",
"message": "\"'m fine. Don't bother wif me. Got stuff t' do, places t' go.\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She stops walking and turns towards Dillion.* \"Oh! You've a house nearby? I'd just assumed the two of you were also on adventures of your own! I'd gladly accept your housing offer!\" *She then turns towards Braunfausti.* \"Oh, if you've somewhere to be, good luck on your future endeavors!\" *She nods politely to him, walking next to Dillion, ready to follow if he'd lead.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"I do its a small cottage don't expect to much luxury, I'm not adventure to many people as you tell without some beer I'm too scared to talk.\" *He chuckles before leading her to the cottage it wasn't nearby it was a bit of a walk to it but it's better then under a tree. Once they got there he unlocks the door and opens it chocolate dashing off his arm inside the house*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She follows Dillion into his cottage, admiring the place.* \"It's certainly a lot better than sitting outside.\" *She takes a seat against a wall, stretching her legs out.* \"I wasn't prepared for how much *Walking* Would be on this adventure... But I'm not going to let that stop me! I'll probably just rest for a short bit before continuing on my way.\" *She thinks for a moment, before asking,* \"You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest town is, would you?\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"I think yeah but it's a long ways away it's probably best you rest here the night\" *He pours her some tea while talking and hands it to her*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She gladly accepts the tea, taking a sip without even questioning it—for all she knows it could be poison.* \"Maybe you're right. You said you've a guest room?\""
}
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{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Yes... Unless you want to share a bed with me\" *He joked at her, getting more and more comfortable with her company*"
},
{
"author": "alex4392",
"message": "Joise: *She chuckles at that, sure that it was a joke.* \"Thank you for the offer, but I wouldn't want to make Chocolate jealous. *She joked. She stretches out her arms and legs, glad to take the time to rest inside.* \"If all strangers I meet are as friendly as you, this adventure will be a piece of cake!\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Chocolate is a guy im sure he wouldn't get jealous, yes there are lots of friendly people but how can you tell if someone isn't friendly\" *He said and pours himself a mug of beer drinking from it as he when over to his fireplace, he starts getting a fire ready*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "\"Well, a friendly person does something nice, like inviting them to sleep indoors for a night—without even asking for payment first, at that.\" *She sips her tea again, finishing the rest of it quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"And what if i bought you here to kidnap you and lock you in my basement for my own entertainment\" *He said sounding serious as he puts some logs into the fireplace, worried about her naivety*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She simply responds,* \"Well, I'm sure you won't do that. You seem nice!\" *She then adds, her smile fading a little.* \"Besides, I'm ready to defend myself if anyone were to try that. I'm not *Just* A small village girl, I'm training to be a knight! The kind in shining armor, ready to take on monsters of every sort, as well as n'er-do-wells! Bandits, criminals of all sort will hear my name and it will command respect!\" *At some point during her heroic speech she had moved to a standing position, a broad grin growing upon her face. She then realized she stood up and sits back down, her legs still tired from the journey.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*The fire lights up, he stands up and faces Jose removing the bracelet from his wist. On his wist are scars of chains old scars* \"Be careful not every smile is real ats all I'll say\" *A clear warning*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She sees the scarring upon the man's wrist, a more solemn look appearing upon her face.* \"I... Yes, it's true there are some really bad people... But that's why I *Must* Become a hero. So that I can help those who find it hard to help themselves.\" *She once again regains her optimistic demeanor.* \"I know that things are hard for some people, and that's why I'm dedicating my life to helping people in need.\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*He puts the bracelets back on* \"Just don't be naive that all I say and You'll be just fine, brave hero\" *He pours him another mug, looking at fire deep in thoughts watching the fire dance*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She goes quiet, her optimism momentarily shut down by the man's optimism. She looks out the window, seeing the sun creep beneath the horizon, and the sky darkening into the night.* \"I think it's best if we turn in for the night... Where should I sleep?\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Yes that a good idea, I ruined the mood\" *He sits up finishing his mug leading her upstairs. There are two door he takes her to left door and opens it. The room isn't much just a window and a bed.* \"If you need to bathe or the toilet it's down stairs once left, and if you can't sleep my door is unlocked\" *He smiles at her*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She nods.* \"I'm sure I'll sleep fine, I've gone *Without* Bed so far, so having a bed is a *Marginal* Difference.\" *She takes off her mace and shield, setting them beside the bed, as she sits onto the bed.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Well this room is yours I don't really get guests, I'll be downstairs if you need me, oh and my name is dillion\" *He closes the door returning downstairs*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She waits until the door is closed, before getting ready to sleep. She removes the armor hidden beneath her over-layers, setting the brigandine, gambeson, white jacket, and red under-jacket, now wearing just a red tunic. She lies down in the bed, falling quickly to sleep.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion spends another hour downstairs before coming back upstairs he checks on Josephine making sure she's sleeping fine. He looks at her with a smile. He then goes his bedroom* ( sure"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "```\nDaytime\n```\n*She wakes up early, stretching her arms and legs, before checking to make sure none of her belongings are missing. She then puts on her gambeson, then brigandine, then red jacket, then white over-jacket, before placing her mace on her waist and her shield on her back. After she has all her equipment on, she takes a small, leather bound journal from a pocket, as well as a quill and inkwell, beginning to write in it. After she is finished, she opens the door and heads downstairs to the main room.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion isn't anyway to be found but the infamous chocolate can be seen snuggle in a blanket. Dillion must still be asleep*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She decides it's probably the polite thing to do to wait for her host to wake up, so she just sits against the wall nearby Chocolate. She waits until either Dillion returns, or something happens.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Chocolate wakes up and Makes a cute yawn before trying to climb the stairs but failing needing help for a brave hero*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Josie watches Chocolate attempt to go down the set of stairs, and moves to help him.* \"You need help little guy?\" *She offers an open hand, ready to take him, should he accept.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Chocolate slivers up her arm stopping on her shoulder it seems dillion wasn't lying chocolate is very friendly*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She uses a finger to pet the top of Chocolate's head, before lowering him to the ground—if he does want to leave her hand, that is.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*He clearly liked the pat, he points his head to Dillion room wanted to go inside for something*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She looks toward the room, noticing that Chocolate wants to go inside. She slowly makes her way toward the room, careful not to drop Chocolate. She stands at an angle so that she can't see inside, as she pushes open the door just enough for Chocolate to fit through, letting Chocolate in.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Chocolate silvered in After a good minute she could hear dillion sounding rather tired oddly* \"Good morning chocolate how did you get in\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*Josephine slowly, quietly shuts the door, before walking over to where she was leaning against the wall. She sits against the wall, waiting for Dillion to arrive.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion notices the door closes and opens it ajar enough to peek his head out and cover his naked body* \"Morning, sleep well?\""
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She glances over for a moment, before nodding, pulling out her journal.* \"Yep! Sleeping in a bed again is *Much* Better than sleeping on the ground. Not a single spider crept up on me in my sleep!\" *She keeps her focus on her journal, contemplating if she should write something extra.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Oh unfortunately it would have be funny to see my o so brave hero jump around because of a hero, now give me minute to get dressed you give me scare I thought someone was spying on me\" *He disappears for a moment then opens his door fully where his normal clothes in a different clothes white, but he didn't Bother to pull his jewels on see could get a clear view of his bedroom if she wanted to look*"
},
{
"author": "Josephine McPherson",
"message": "*She finishes looking in her journal, closing it and putting away, looking up at Dillion. She stands up, saying,* \"Thank you for letting me stay the night, but I think I'd best be on my way. My adventure won't start itself!\" *She checks once again to make sure all her belongings are in order—her mace, her shield, her journal, quill, and ink, and her small coin pouch.*"
}
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{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Within the outskirts of the Pepor, Bella had found herself just about ready to travel to her next location. So far, her efforts into finding any information regarding the dark cults that likely could have held the clue behind her sister's disappearance had proved to be naught, and what she could find only provided her with relatively simple information that provided otherwise little assistance in general. All that she knew was that she had to persist with her travels, in the hope that she could at least find something.*\n\n*Cautiously keeping a hand on one of her bags, she'd proceed to walk across one of the roads that signalled safety through the wilderness, making sure not to be near any particular areas which could have signaled an ambush, pleasantly greeting anyone her way with a smile and a wave.*\n\n\"Ah, hello!\""
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*Further down the road another had just finished up a job. Mox having been hired to act the bodyguard for another merchant looking to cross boarders who happened to stop in Pepor. Satisfied that he wasnt cheated out of coin the mercenary takes to the road against in front of Bella. From this distance there wasn't much to make out of the person. The clear outline of a Canifor's ears and a tail visible from this distance with most of their form obscured by a cloak.*\n\n*Their profession was at least easier to clue in on, the sheen of a halberd's blade glinting in the sun bouncing on their left shoulder as they quietly walk the road.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Despite the distance that was clear between herself and the Canifor before her, Bella understood all too well with the cloaked appearance alongside the halberd, that it was a man who had experience with combat, and provoking him otherwise would have been a worst-case scenario.*\n\n*She would try to keep her cool, suddenly stopping and taking a deep breath before she would walk by Mox, giving the mercenary a smile and a wave - but as she did so, her face more than enough explained her somewhat fearful nature, even towards someone who may have not meant harm towards her.*\n\n\"Ah, greetings! How are you today, sir?\""
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*The Canifor's orange tinged black ear moving a few moments before she speaks may have been a clue he was aware of her presence, turning his head fully when she finally speaks up. A blank expression was stuck upon his face as he processes the fact someone greeted him. Slowly breaking out into a very small smile across his vulpine muzzle as he raises his hand in greeting.* \"Good morning there.\" *He greets the other as he sizes her up.*\n\n*Coming closer one could see inside the traveling cloak he wore, revealing a breastplate of some kind covered in a black cloth and multiple studs, if Bella was familiar with armor designs she could determine it was probably brigandine. A short sword sitting at his right hip accompanied the halberd in his hand as he walked. Her expression neither amusing Mox or making him feel uncomfortable, she was smart to be wary of strangers.* \"Not many on the road this morn, what brings you out this day.\""
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"I'm merely travelling along to the next town, my business in Pepor has concluded. I am now continuing my travels, and I would rather that I would leave early just in case... It leaves plenty of light before it gets dark, after all.\" *With her reason out of the way as to why she was travelling at such a fairly strange time, Bella shifted her head around nervously after she had finished her explanation. She wanted to leave the insecurities of the wilderness ASAP, in case of any potential threat...*\n\n\"If it would be fine, sir, I'd best be going.\" *She stated, looking just about ready to run along and continue her travels...*"
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*Mox nods at that. It seemed a good enough reason as ever to be out on the road.* \"Well. May the day be good to ya.\" *He gives as a farewell. In contrast to her he was calm, watchful, keeping an eye out and always forward as his ears moved to and fro at the slightest of sounds that may signal danger. Just as she starts putting distance between them he calls out to her.*\n\n\"By the way mind the side path near the lightning struck oak. Seen bandits that way on my way down here. They could be using that to watch the main road for any easy prey!\" *He calls out, at least giving her some advice to stay out of trouble all things considered. He had nearly caught an arrow going past that same spot. Hopefully his most recent client will warn someone to send a patrol.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"Bandits?\" *All of a sudden, Bella seemed to freeze on the spot, as uncertainty peppered her face on how she was going to get through the path without putting herself into danger. On one hand, she knew that she couldn't have stayed in Pepor - unless she searched through the libraries a second time, she wasn't going to find anything that was going to prove use.* \n\n*But to go through the path was to also be a deathwish for a lady that was otherwise afraid of dealing with bandits, let alone anyone with an aura of a trained combatant. She had one option in mind, but it was one that was likely required a little of what resources she had...*\n\n\"Wait, sir?\" *Bella suddenly asked, as she approached the mercenary.* \"I do not mean to sound demanding, but would it be fine if you would guide me across the path, at least until it's likely safe from bandit ambushes? I am an apothecary, and if needed, I can pay and heal you...\""
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*Stepping past her as she freezes he only stops when she asks him to wait. Half turning to hear her request of his services, cocking his head to the side he thinks on it before shrugging.* \"I'm already heading back along that path so it isn't going out of my way. Can't on good conscious charge for just walking the same path there.\" *Luckily he has managed to go without a wound for the moment.\"\n\n*The way she was almost shaking like a leaf was a concern to the mercenary. Turning fully as he rests the butt of the halberd in the dirt.* \"What name do you go by if I may be bold enough to ask ya.\""
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Breathing a light sigh of relief at the thought that she didn't need to spend some money for protection, Bella released a sigh of relief before she took a step back, grabbing onto her long skirt to curtsey towards Mox, showing every bit her ladylike and otherwise pleasant nature towards him.*\n\n\"I am Bella Gladstone, owner of the Gladstone Apothecary in Kadho, and magic practitioner. And you are, good sir?\" *She would ask, her skills as a merchant proving their worth just through her eloquent words.*"
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*The fact she actually took the time to step back and curtsey took Mox by surprise, usually his clients weren't so formal. Keeping a firm grasp on his halberd he gives a half bow in turn. Mox's pattern may seem different then other canifor's that had a similar build to his, a near one eight to the typical vulpine coloration with a dark grey near black as a base with the orange being what accents it.* \"I am Mox Tamebolt. You'll find I am but a simple mercenary and part time bodyguard who offers his trade where ever he wanders.\" \n\n*As he stands back up he adjusts his cloak. Fixing the hood that had nearly fallen over his head in that bow of his before turning to the road again.* \"It is a fortunate day, I never expected to share the road with another. Should keep the grip of boredom from settling in at least eh?\" *He smiles, trying to put together some small talk.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"Of course, I've spent almost all of my time travelling on my own... It's such a breath of fresh air to be sharing it with another, especially considering the idea of safety in numbers, correct?\" *She questioned, a smile clear on her lips as she moved by Mox's side, making sure not to be in his way but at the very least within a safe distance nonetheless.*\n\n\"I must admit, it had only been a few weeks since I started travelling, but it I can't help but to admit how it feels a little refreshing to travel... If only it wasn't so horrifyingly dangerous, my word... Just recently I had found myself lost in a forest only for a spirit of sorts to guide me out...\""
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "\"A spirit you say? Now that is one rather unique encounter.\" *Mox fell into a rhythm as soon as she began walking again. Staying near at pace with her while keeping a single step or two in front of her, that way if they rounded a bend or ran into something which was hostile he would be within arms reach and the first thing that whatever it was ran into.* \"Must have been one rather harrowing sight.\"\n\n*As they spoke Mox's ears never stopped moving. His senses alert and focused as he settles into a familiar situation. Another day of bodyguard, the profession starting to honestly look better then selling his blade as a mercenary with far less chance of him biting it in a fight.* \"So what brought you to Pepor?\""
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Meanwhile for Bella, she kept her magical sense on high alert, at the very least making sure that there was nobody else within a decent distance that had some semblance of arcane energy to them - just in case. She'd stay behind Mox, her long violet and white skirt flowing about with her movements to make it appear as if she was gliding through the air itself.*\n\n*Yet within their caution, the opportunity for conversation persisted, it being a nice breath of fresh air for the apothecary who otherwise spent her travels alone.*\n\n\"Oh, it was more calming that I thought it would be. But nevertheless, my travels thus far have been for the singular pursuit for knowledge. Alas, nothing that I have searched for has been what I need to fulfill my goals... So thus my travels continue, and I provide my services as an apothecary in the meantime, selling the potions that I create.\""
},
{
"author": "shatterdcoyote",
"message": "*Mox would potentially give off a bit of arcane energy, having been taught in a few ways to enhance his own physical strengths through arcane means. The Canifor listening to her as they continue to press forward under the shade of a few trees on the road.* \"Ah, well, glad that went better then it could have involving a spirit. What kind of knowledge you hunting for? You may be able to find it by talking to those who are experienced with it instead of trying to find it in one of those dusty tomes.\"\n\n*As they came to a bend in the road Mox kept his eyes open for anything a miss. The grip on his Halberd shifting just the slightest to get it ready to swing down from his shoulder on anything that may prove a threat to them before they turn the corner, to nothing at the moment. His grip easing up.*"
}
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{
"author": "unwrd.",
"message": "```ROLEPLAY 1: 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚```"
},
{
"author": "Arcano Sternthorne * The Solace",
"message": "*Silence. And then burning. A sensation of burning that wrap around and encompass a psyche, an organism, a living body; suspended in animation. Dead, but not quite dead, living, but not entirely alive. Flames wreath the body, incorporeal, unable to be seen by the eye, perhaps just a fragment of that singular imagination that can do nothing but lie in pain. The psyche screeches finally, and becomes a face, a human, a person with no idea of who he or she is. All they can remember, and will remember is a name, on the tip of a tongue, on the ghost of lips once living, now cold.* ***Arcano?*** *A name floats into the fiery strands of memory.* ***Is that what my name is? Is that who and what I was, am, and will always be remembered as?***\n\n*Silence. There is no answer in the mental plane of fire, one that eats away at the fragments of Arcano's mind, but they don't expect one. They think they move, a sudden recognition of the conscious that yes, yes they do have a body, and yes, yes it does feel that endless, cracking pain; a twitch of the corporeal body that presents a rush of emotion at the writhing psyche. A question, they assume. Accept their fate and melt into the fray, or jump, lean over the edge of their mind and fall into the unknown. Arcano shakes, and realises that they—No, __he__ is scared. Scared to be human again, scared to return to the land of the living and face..* ***What?*** *What is he scared of, he wants to ask himself, what lies on the other side?*\n\n*Silence. And so he jumps instead, leaving the pain of the flames and descends, spiralling, spiralling. And then—*\n\n*His throat is dry. It is the first thing that he realises when Arcano comes back to life. The next, is that something is tickling his face, no, it's multiple, semi-soft things that stroke his body. It takes him a while to realise that it is grass, much longer than it takes for him to open his eyes. He adjusts to the stabbing pain of light from dawn breaking sky, and sees it; a grassland.*\n\n*He lies there, still feeling the motions of a body twisting and turning, around and around, and turns, realising that he feels oh so sick, and dry heaves onto the green grass. The waving stems seem to laugh at him, at his fragile body, and fragile mind, but he ignores them, more focused on the raging headache in his mind, and the severe dryness that runs through his body. Another question in his mind.* ***Where am I?*** *And another.* ***What is wrong with me?*** *They repeat in his mind even as he looks over his hands, pale against the green, at his clothing, strange against his skin, touches the twinned bite marks at his neck.*\n\n*He is thirsty, for water maybe?* ***No,*** *His brain tells him,* ***For blood.*** *The living essence, the blood spilled at the end of a life. Arcano doesn't want to, he shakes his head, as if that would clear the need for sustenance from his being. It doesn't. And so he, slowly, moves. He, slowly, edges to a stand, and shakes. This doesn't feel like who he is, but it is hard to remember what is fated to be forgotten. And so he forgets, and his conscious begins again, rewriting on the pages of a fragmented memory.*\n\n*Even the shortest of steps tire him, each breath he takes alerting him to a new source of pain somewhere on his body. But he has found solace in the shade of a large tree, allowing the jagged feelings of memory to return to him. He remembers his name, Arcano. A last name, Sternthorne. Before whatever caused this, he was reaching 21 years of age; the rest of his life, a blank. It angers him, the fact that he cannot reach into the edges of memory and dredge out a fact about himself, and soon he becomes tired of trying;*\n\n*Movement reaches the corner of his eyes. Before he can even wonder what it is, his brain registers it as food. By a patch of shrubs a deer; a source of blood, a body soon drained. A sudden speed that overcomes him surprises him, and Arcano feels his canines lengthen, soon sinking in the animal's neck.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*It was a rather nice day to hunt. Bright rays hit his face, illuminating the pale skin covering it. Lately he had found himself not much willing to go out during the day at all, though he wasn't sure of the cause. He had always preferred the comfort of the shadows. It was likely due to his solitary nature, he supposed. Nevertheless, he was out, holding his bow firmly as he stalked the area between the trees, sniffing the air. Deer. And.. Something else? Hm. This area wasn't heavily populated, in fact, many wouldn't dare stray out this far, as it was quite a ways from any towns. The Hunters ears twitched as he continued forwards, solemn. He had an idea of what he may be soon encountering... He hoped he was wrong, for once. A nasty scar ran across his neck, from something that had sunk its teeth in and ripped the flesh. Numerous other scars dotted his body, the oldest being from a pox, likely a childhood illness. He was sickly looking, but his steps were silent, and his prey would likely never notice him before he struck. The Kitsune slowly took out an arrow as the smell grew stronger, knocking it into the bow. His icy blue eyes glinting like those of a predator, the silver flecks within cold, like steel. As he drew the bowstring back, staring down at the deer he had spotted, he froze. His instincts were right. **A bloodsucker**.*"
},
{
"author": "Arcano Sternthorne * The Solace",
"message": "*There is a morbid satisfaction that pools into his body as Arcano drinks his fill, tenacity increasing as he delves into this carnal madness. And then it stops. That shaking line between clarity and inanity snaps and he's thrown into deadly focus. Focus on the blood that continues to pool out of the side of the deer's neck, focus on the whimpering breaths it continues to take; as if it knows it is reaching the last any time soon. He's afraid, Arcano realises as he leans away from the carcass and slowly pushes himself further and further away from it.*\n\n***No,*** *His conscious croons to him,* ***You did this. You allowed this.*** *Arcano shakes further as he whispers a quiet, gravely,* ***\" I didnt- I don't know how this happened. I don't know what this is. \"*** *It is a lie of course, since he know's exactly what he's become, and what that will mean for the rest of his life. A vampire. His knowledge fails him on what they do or what they are, but the name itself seems to throw his body into flight or fight, adrenaline thundering through his body. Breaths, either his own or the quiet pants from the deer before him, are the only sounds that seem to break through the quiet of the clearing. Uncanny, he realises; some sort of nostalgic instinct telling him that this loud noise is __not normal__.*\n\n*A sudden creak snaps him out of sullen quietude, instinctively baring his asserted fangs at whatever direction, the singular obstruction to the quiet. No; His fangs retract, though much more slowly than the had appeared. This isn't.. This can't be what he's left with. But he can smell something foreign, at least foreign to him, rather than to the land, and Arcano doesn't think he is able to control- He moves backwards, away from the sound and into bright, radiant sunlight, that incinerates his skin, forcing him to flinch forwards back into shade. He's felt the flames before, he doesn't want to do it again.* ***\"Don't- Please don't hurt me.\"*** *His voice falters; weak.*"
}
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{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*All of the hunters hairs stood on its end, his ears perked, his twin tails laying low, like a fox ready to strike its prey. He despised these things. With every fiber of his being. Parasites. He didn't blame those who became what they are against their will, those who would never dare harm a person, but he saw it as a disease that needed to be eradicated, something he could help destroy, so no one else would have to suffer at the hands of these things. In his eyes, it was against the natural order, seeking to extend your life through what he saw as artificial means. But this one... This one is new. Incredibly new. All of the vampires he'd encountered thus far were experienced. He sighed, lowering his bow. His piercing eyes would still gaze into his from the shadows, the threat of death only a few meters away.. For now, the Kitsune was silent. Watching. Waiting.*"
},
{
"author": "Arcano Sternthorne * The Solace",
"message": "*Silence. Perhaps just a lapse of the deranged mind? A small sound of wind hitting bark? Arcano wants to believe that the danger has passed, whatever it was, but the quiet seems to worse whatever fears he holds right now. For a few, brief moments, he is left with his breath once more. By now, the deer has died, given its last few breaths while he remained poised in attentiveness, so he is left alone; he and this predator that seeks him. The smell of the intruder begins to fade away, blending more and more into the smells of the grassland, and so Arcano continues to sit in the shade, contemplating his next move.*\n\n*What should he do now? He wonders. These grasses have sharp teeth lurking beneath them, and he does not want to be ensnared in their frenzy, and yet, what can he do to prevent it? He is powerless to the masses. A moment passes, and another. Each moment of being hyper-aware draining him of energy and motivation to move. This body has its limits, but it also seems to know some methods of survival. The deer is there, lying on the swaying grass; a source of food. The shade would work well for shelter. And if he were to run into anyone? Then perhaps this body would surprise him, as much as it had done before.*\n\n*As he nears the deer, the smell of the fresh kill enters his nose, along with the foreign smell from before. Though he try to ignore it, it remains there, until it drives him half insane to ignore it.* ***\" I do not intend to hurt you, whoever, or whatever you are- \"*** *He assumes it is a person. No vicious beast this body held in its memory would ever leave it too long to attack him.* ***\" I hope you will not do the same. \"*** *His voice shakes as he continues to speak, now at the body of the deer and pulling out the knife he'd found in a side pocket.* ***\" I... I don't know what this is. Or where I am. Or what this is. I need __help__. \"*** *His voice breaks at the final word. Helpless, is what he is right now.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa wouldn't say anything, wouldn't move, just stayed as he was. As everything was. Everything stayed, for just a moment. And then, he sighed quietly. The suns warmth shone down against melting snow, and the land around them was beginning to bloom with the first signs of spring. A new beginning. As much as he didn't wish to, it would be against his better judgement not to help someone in need, especially someone in a condition such as this. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he quietly stepped forwards, allowing the sound of dead leaves crunching under his feet to be heard as he approached, so it wouldn't be a surprise as he emerged into view of the fledgling vampire. The predator that had been watching him was quite young, barely an adult, but his body was marred with pain. He tilted his head, ears flicking, scanning Arcano now that he was up close. And, still mute, he would look to their surroundings, shake his head for a moment, and offer his hand. Ishikawa didn't know what to say, but perhaps his actions said more than anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Arcano Sternthorne * The Solace",
"message": "*His faltering focus remains fixed to the deer's carcass as he listens for any word of response, or any sound that would tell him that he has been heard, his hand slowly reaching to cut open the deer. But there is nothing. Just that never ending silence that encompasses him like a cold hand. So, on edge, he waits, contemplates how to turn this deer into a more edible meal. There is little need to worry however, for out of the shrubbery appears a stature, though at first he doesn't notice it. In the periphery of his vision, it is looming, shadowy, secretive; something he is unable to ascertain to whether he can trust or not.*\n\n*Arcano's blade hovers over the deer's side, before he drops his hand. Turning slightly to face the person, he notices quickly the stark similarities and differences between them both. Similar pale skin, with raven coloured hair that frames a sharp, thin face. His blue eyes are half hidden in the shade, but they still look piercing underneath it; much different to the milky gold ones of own. For a second, his eyes drink in the form, from the furry ears, to the clothing he wore, to the bow at his back. At this, his eyes widen; of course, that was what that snapping sound was.. If he hadn't spoken sooner.. He didn't want to think about it.*\n\n***Dangerous?*** *His conscious presses to him, but he doesn't respond, because he does not know the answer. He; in his close fitting, black and gold drapery, he; with a snubbed nose and his knitted eyebrows, he; with the singular piece of serpentine jewellery that crosses the side of his left ear. Arcano remembers everything and nothing about this new world he has entered and its inhabitants.* ***\"You're a hunter.\"*** *A matter-of-fact statement, rather than a question. He notices the outstretched hand, but does not approach it. Like fearful prey.* ***\"Where am I? You must know this area well.\"***"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "I didnt get the fuckin notif aaaa I'm sosorry"
}
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{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "***Alas, good things lasting long are few and far between.***\n\n**The peace was abruptly invaded by a stranger's noisy plight dead ahead, causing Mercy to stop dead in her tracks and peer onward at the man with a perplexed brow. She tensed up visibly, expecting the worst, but thankfully, her dread was based on the mistaken belief that everyone was out to get her. Once Arlas approached, Mercy eased up, seeing as how his condition and attitude warranted no such apprehension.**\n\n\"Oh... Thank goodness.\" **The elf's disheveled appearance served to ease the girl's senses furthermore. She did however hold her basket away, in case the man was a sneak thief making an attempt at distracting her. Now, judging him with large blue eyes, Mercy formed a half-moon smile.** \"Hello... You're... Not well? What's the matter?\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*The elf gave Mercy a once-over, readjusting his posture and attempting to dust off some of drier dirt, clapping his hands together to rid him of the rest. He at first made to scratch his cheek in thought, but thought better of it and let his arms rest on his hips as he glanced about.*\n\n\"Me? Oh, just dandy... One of my belongings and a few coins were stolen off me, throwing off my plans for today. I've been looking for the rat who took them, but...\"\n\n*He gestured to himself, drawing his lips thin as he grimaced, closing an eye at her and raising his chin haughtily.*\n\n\"And you, madam? What brings you out here on such a *Pleasant* Day?\"\n\n*While his voice dripped with sarcasm, the light smile on his lips was sincere - the last thing he wanted was to antagonise anyone, even if they were Macen.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"S-Sorry about that...\" **Although Mercy wasn't the perpetrator in question, she felt obligated to express her sorrow nonetheless, dipping her head in reverence to the stranger. Anything to soften them up, just in case things went south and aggression bridled in either of them, their first interaction was warm at the very least. In truth, Mercy admitted her grief on behalf of the Lymian underbelly, knowing it was frequently treacherous.** \"I decided to take a long walk today and spread those wildflower seeds. In a few weeks we'll have a beautiful blossom at our feet! – At least on this path.\"\n\n**Mercy gestured below with her unused hand, them raised her basket for the elf to see inside; flower seeds galore, indeed. With a dainty inflection, Mercy approached.** \"I'm Mercy Foxton! I'm a... Steward for the Blackspire Manor, if you've seen it.\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Oh, raise your head, woman! Honestly, I should be apologising, appearing before someone in such a state... Though Macen might not care as much- Ah, apologies...\"\n\n*He caught himself near the end of his response, trying not to insult the stranger.*\n\n*The elf gripped the tip of his flat cap, his eyes dropping to the basket, then to the field; nodding slowly as he felt his will drain from him. He cared little for flowers, but any ill will he could usually summon forth had been expended on chasing after that thief. A soft hum in acknowledgement is all he would respond with, giving a weak smile and replying in kind.*\n\"Arlas Tilrevres. A traveller, I suppose, though I'm not usually caked in filth... A steward, you say? You're young for such a title...\""
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"U-Uhh...?\" **The teen appeared perplexed at the man stifling the end of that statement, contemplating the direction it was going made Mercy more insecure than before. Had she already said something wrong to him? Was it the way she looked at him, or how she approached?...** ***\"It was probably nothing. He's just mad he fell. He fell... That's all.\"***\n\n**Mercy shifted her posture into that of a timid woman's, knowing that the man was skeptical about her age and title increased the load on her weary mind.** \"I'm... Nineteen. Do you think it's strange that I can remember the day I was born every year? I don't even think my lord knows how old he is.\" **The teen strayed off into another conversation seemingly on her own, whether or not the elf was interested was up to him. He has no idea how verbose the girl can be... But he certainly will now.**\n\n\"I love him too. It's taboo of a handmaid to love her lord but what him and I have is different, I won't let anybody tell me otherwise.\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Nineteen!? I'll never get used to how young you Macen are...\"\n\n*He gave a brief gasp, eyes widening a moment before returning to normal, folding his arms and pouting slightly as he mulled over this fact.*\n\n\"For us, the age of our contemporaries matters little - anywhere from 80 to 200 years old is what we consider an adult. I suppose I'm a little young, in that case...\"\n\n*His hand touched his chin in momentary contemplation, his eyes darting back to Mercy as she mentioned her master. Arlas gave a shrug, never having such relations with anyone - a lover nor a servant.*\n\n\"I imagine it would be improper, but who am I to dictate a noble's whims...\"\n\n*His self-satisfied expression quickly faded as he turned on the spot, his body language deflating once he realised he was well and truly lost.*\n\n\"Feh, years under my father's wing and for what? Some Ranger I am...\"\n\n*He grumbled to himself, turning back to Mercy with a renewed foul mood.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**Mercy is easily intrigued, finding elf conduct and lifestyle an entertaining and mysterious topic of which she knew little about, but desired to. Why?...Truth is, Mercy hasn't much else to do with her time, the majority of her day is divided into cleaning the manor, eating, and reading in the study room in front of the lit hearth at night. She listened to his words intently, giving nods in accordance to his speech pattern, and gentle coos to indicate she was still listening.** \"Uh huh...\"\n\n\"Mm...\"\n\n\"Ahh... A-Are you sure you're okay mister? You look... Y-You look uncomfortable about something.\" **Mercy reached for the man's chest, an odd gesture she did without a clear reason. If he would let her, she'd simply feel it with an open hand in search of his beat; a sound that has resonated peculiarly well with her since becoming a vampire. A warm, beating heart, and if Arlas looked closely, he would in fact see little baby fledgling fangs as Mercy's mouth hung open in curiosity, revealing her curse.**"
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*Despite his haughty bluster, Arlas was easily made bashful; his cheeks flushing as he noticed how intently Mercy was listening. Her lack of confidence calmed him, the low energy allowing him to regain his composure and return a gentle sigh, raising his hands in defeat.*\n\n\"To be entirely honest... I'm lost. I don't know these roads, and the chase has left me flustered...\"\n\n*He visibly deflated, a flicker of despair in his eyes as he lamented the situation he had \nDragged himself into. The elf quickly shed this self-pity, his eyes meeting Mercy's once more.*\n\n\"If it isn't troublesome, could you show me the way back to town?\"\n\n*He asked with as little waver in his voice as he could manage, entirely embarrassed by having to ask a stranger - no less a Macen stranger of such a young age - directions to a place he had only just run out of. The fangs were peculiar, but Arlas knew little about Macen biology; simply assuming their canines were supposed to be that sharp and defined.*\n\n*What he found more bizarre was the gesture she made with her hand, his eyes narrowing at her confusedly.*\n\n\"You've... Seen something on my chest?\"\n\n*He asked quietly, tilting his head very slightly, but not moving away just yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Does an elf's heart beat like mine...\" **Mercy spoke in a hushed undertone, leaving the rest of Arlas' questions unanswered for the moment, storing them for later while her hand touched his chest, splayed open, palm right over the spot where his beating heart would he. She herself took a step closer – closing their distance substantially, to where she has to lower the rest of her arm or it'd begin to push him away. Especially to Arlas, the girl was perhaps... Inexcusably close.**\n\n**Feeling his life force thrumming beneath his clothes, vibrating from his skin, an impulsive urge called from the darkest recesses of Mercy's delicate mind... Her curse; it seemed to be a much darker conscience altogether, inquiring to know more about this man's blood, how it tasted right from the source. She was silent whilst feeling it, eyes honed in on the spot for a long moment until...**\n\n\"I'm sorry.\" **Mercy said with grief.** \"Sometimes I... Think differently. It's because I'm a vampire, you know? I-I didn't exactly ask to be one, it just sort of happened to me and I have to life with it. Your heart is warm... A-and... Nice?\" **The girl, swelled with angst peered upward into his eyes and gave him a projection of innocence. She was not looking to harm him at all, but simply... Inquisitive by nature. An expected behavior of a young lass coming of age.**"
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{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*Again, his suspicion faded, Mercy's stumbling over her words disarming him immediately. Perhaps it was a ploy, but this was quite the performance...*\n\n\"Oh, don't say that... Look, I believe you, ok?\"\n\n*All of Arlas' haughtiness melted away as he attempted to console her, drawing as close as his sensibilities would allow.*\n\n\"Honestly, it's not the most bizarre thing I've heard... And you clearly don't want to hurt me, so it's OK...\""
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Good, good. I'm happy. You couldn't possibly understand how... Damning this curse is.\" **The girl spoke with deflated mannerisms, both in her tone and body language. Thankfully she still had the prospect of spreading the rest of the wildflower seeds to raise her spirits yet again, she ached to move on from the topic.** \"L-Let's move on, mister. You should trust me... If I was one of those bad ghouls don't you think I would have already done something?...How about we just take a walk to Pepor together, I'll... Finish spreading these seeds, if you'd help me.\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Sure, I can help out. Nothing better to do currently...\"\n*He replied with a subdued sarcasm, giving an earnest chuckle and nodding to her as he let her lead ahead.*\n\"You have a set of cards dealt to you in life. The point of it all is to work out how to play them...\"\n*He murmured thoughtfully, giving her a side-eye and resting his arms behind his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"So I've been told. By you, my lord, my Uncle, my father, who knows – maybe even my mother, though it's too bad I don't remember much about her. She died when I was real young.\" **Mercy went on about herself at length. Truth be told, she was very glad to meet someone this fine afternoon, being cooped up so long in that manor is critically unhealthy for her mind. She reached into the basket, into the pouch and began to take morsels of the seeds and throw them down below where they immediately saturated in the wet earth.**\n\n\"I think I've had an interesting life. What about yours?\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"I'm sorry... The empty space is painful, even if you don't know who should be filling it.\"\n*Arlas cooed gently, patting her back with a sincere expression. He knew the feeling far too well, but he was luckier than the young vampire - at least he'd met his mother.*\n\n\"Interesting is one way to put it...\"\n*He replied, a hollow chuckle following it as his eyes turned downwards. Being forced out of his home after the murder of his mother by his own people, readjusting to a new society as child, and the eventual abandoning of it all for adventure. Quite the story so far, he thought, and wondered what Mercy would make of it as he relayed his past to her, his mannerisms becoming ever so slightly more feminine as he relaxed.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**The discrepancy in their height became much more apparent when they walked side by side. Mercy became something of a child next to the tall elf, however he appeared to be unsettlingly femme as well, putting her natural coy and cute girly visage to shame almost. Feeling the pat on her back, she had a very brief flashback to her lord back home; after they'd finished their recent bout of sparring he'd done the same thing; an acknowledging somatic gesture, implicating that Mercy had done well. She associated such a gesture with that idea, that she'd done some sort of positive, this revelation caused her spirits to be uplifted, forming an affable smile while she strolled leisurely.**\n\n\"Heh... Other than being the one and only steward at my manor, I believe I gave myself too much credit there. That's really all I am, mister Arlas. I'm a steward, a small woman in this... Cruel... Dangerous world we live in, I am grateful to be this way.\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*The elf's smile soured a little at Mercy's statement, giving her another once-over. Yes, she was small, and clearly not a warrior of any sort, but her apparent lack of will confounded the prideful man.*\n\n\"I do hope, madam, that you haven't consigned yourself to this position? Ambition may be dangerous, but a life without change is much worse.\"\n\n*The strength in his voice rose as he raised a finger in an arrogant confidence, his eye closing again as he dropped the act to watch for her reaction.*"
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"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Life without change?...I don't see anything wrong with that! It gets lonely in the manor sometimes. When my lord isn't present. But I thoroughly love it there, I have a system of my own in place you see? Every morning I'm awake at dawn, and I have a routine; a cleaning routine, to maintain my home's cleanliness. My lord is very proud of me because of it, I take a lot of pride... Maybe you can come visit some day and see for yourself?\" **Mercy offered, another heap of flower seeds hitting the floor below, some unintentionally bouncing off of Arlas' footwear, Mercy seen.** \n\n\"Pardon... What do *You* Do for a living?\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Perhaps I shall... I've been meaning to see how Macen nobility conduct themselves.\"\n\n*Arlas chirped gently, accepting her offer with another smile - again lowering his guard as she disarmed him further. The patter of the seeds would be followed by a mild grumble from the elf, the seeds sticking to the flecks of mud on the cap.*\n\n\"I need to find a stream or something...\"\n\n*He complained little, his current state lowering the amount of disgust he garnered from simple seeds on his attire. At the question of his profession, his attention snapped back to her, smiling proudly as he explained.*\n\n\"Well, when I can, I'll do mercenary work on account of my swordsmanship, but I partake in duels most frequently. By sabre or smallsword, I'll accept any challenger with the mettle for it!\"\n\n*His chest puffed out as he hummed confidently, glancing to her again to watch her reaction. In all honesty, Arlas didn't think much of his combat skills, but with few other skills worthy of a High Silnari, at the very least he could continue his family's military tradition in some manner.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"You'll find plenty of streams near here mister Arlas, or in Pepor there are erh... Privies with running water through pipes to clean yourself! We're not far out as a matter of fact, another... One and a half kilometres and we'll reach the outskirts.\" **Mercy flattened a hand and raised it to her brow, making squinty eyes, she peered off beyond the trees round them, searching for the top of one of Pepor's citadel buildings. She couldn't make any out, and lowered her hand with a feeble huff.**\n\n**Listening to Arlas elaborate on his livelihood, Mercy may not have had the reaction he was hoping. Challenges, battle of attrition, violence – especially those where blood is normally shed tends to occur. She gave him an indifferent glance with her eyes, body language insinuating forced amusement as she chuckled lightly. Her hands continued to drop seeds.**\n\n\"Heheh... Yes, well... I suppose that's fun for you mister Arlas. I couldn't kill anybody, I haven't had the chance to nor would I if I did. People like yourself, my lord, my Uncle wherever he is, you're a different type of brave. To take someones life? It's... Just bad. Horrible! How do you do it mister Arlas?\"\n\n**Mercy seemed emotional now.** \"My dad...\" **A sigh escaped.** \"I'll never forget my father's dying face. I'd... Never once seem him that afraid. **Never.\"**"
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"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*The mention of killing would startle the elf, stumbling over his words to clear up the misconception.*\n\n\"Wh- You- How dare you- I have never killed someone during a duel! That would be be dishonourable!\"\n\n*His flushed cheeks and raised voice couldn't convey his indignation more, which again deflated as Mercy moved on to more personal topics.*\n\n\"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to remind you of something like that, madam...\"\n\n*He lowered his voice now, his head dropping slightly out of shame.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**Mercy defeated this time, twice more than before. The hostile inflection of Arlas' voice rattled her cage and caused a second of panic, where she flinched, highlighting her fragility.** \"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know! What did you think, I'm some sort of expert? No! I'm just a handmaid, mister Arlas, and before that I was nothing. I've only recently started to learn the delights of the outside world, by reading and studying manuscripts in our study. I never had a form of education... Everything I know, I self taught, or through my lord; my mentor.\"\n\n**She then suddenly put both hands together over her mouth and sneezed aloud. Pollen in the air tickling her nostrils.** \"HCHH! Ah, excuse me.\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Ah... No, you're right... I- Apologies... I made assumptions, since you preside over nobility...\"\n*The elf eventually calmed down, her panic melting away any offense he had taken. He took a moment to give a brief bow, starting back as she sneezed.*\n\"Do you have a handkerchief...? I have spares, clean ones, if you need them...\"\n*He asked gently, deciding not to provoke her any further, lest he has a young woman breaking down to deal with next.*"
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"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Heh! That's fine sir, thank you.\" **Mercy declined politely, holding an open hand between herself and the elf to insinuate a refusal to accept his gesture, face lighting with a soft, gracious smile.** \"This is a season where I'm normally allergic to the air. I wonder why that happens every summer...\" **She scoffed.**\n\n\"Bah.\" **Mercy shook her head, dismissing thoughts as they continued down the path, gentle bird calls and fauna ambience surrounded them, both near and far. This was the peace she aspired to bathe in when taking these walks. As they approached the outskirts of Pepor, wheel tracks began to appear more.**\n\n\"Mister Arlas, what do you think of a girl like me?\" **Said without much context, she seemed eager to learn what others' perception of her was like. In fact, Mercy** ***Is*** **Curious about it. While not egotistical or seriously concerned with the matter, the topic was an easy conversation starter.**"
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "\"Pollen, mainly. Bad for your nose, for some. Though I've never had that problem.\"\n\n*Arlas explained simply, having learnt this in passing during his education - again his expression turning proud as he spoke of his people's advantages. At the mention of the his opinion of Mercy's ilk, he turned thoughtful; attempting a response that wouldn't offend her too badly.*\n\n\"Girls like you, madam? Mm... If you mean in how you live, then it's quite common for ladies to be less adventurous, I've noticed. No matter where you stand in the chain of being, this happens... If you mean how you conduct yourself, then I've found you quite pleasant indeed.\"\n\n*He flashed another warm smile, chuckling softly to himself as he felt a pang of embarrassment from the statement.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**Listening to someone else's input for once, was very refreshing indeed. Mercy found herself captivated in his response, feeling it was sweet and just want she wanted to hear; she is a teen that aspired to be received well by others because only the best handmaids are looked at with ardor! What kind of servant would she be in contempt?**\n\n\"Oh, that's so good to hear.\" **She sighed thankfully.** \"Sometimes my lord doesn't wish to speak to me. My lord has a lot on his mind I believe, so I don't hold it against him. We don't get guests at the manor at all, never have in fact. To this day I have yet to...*Impress* Another person with my erhh... Uhh... With my goodness of course!\" \n\n***\"For lack of better words.\"***\n\n\"When we get to Pepor where will you go mister?\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*The elf gave a light giggle, finding her stumbling over her words endearing.*\n\"I'm sure you'll have a chance to charm a guest soon, Mercy..\"\n*The topic of his next move was one he had forgotten briefly, summising that he was simply going to follow his whims once they arrived.*\n\"Uh- Oh, right... I suppose I'll go take a bath and get my clothes washed first... After that, buy another set of paper and a postcard to rewrite to my father...\""
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**Clouds settled overhead, draping a veil of gloomy dimness over the landscape, over their very trail – a direct contrast to a few moments ago, and considering the season they were in, it seemed quite odd... Mercy noticed this, and slowed her pace as she peered above, squinting at the sky.** \"Hah... Well mister Arlas, I-I should really get back.\" **Luckily, the first few settlements lining the skirts of Pepor's citadel were sprouting into view beyond the woods treeline and brush. Mercy felt he could continue without him from there, she turned to face him with a simper.** \n\n\"It might begin to sprinkle soon mister Arlas, Lymian weather over this forest is... Strange sometimes. Ah, I suppose we are only beginning summer. Would you come to the manor sometime and keep me company? I'll show you our grounds and make you a meal.\" **She straightened an arm behind her, pointing far down the road.** \"Back where we met, just a little further you'll find a path leading up the hill, you'll find the manor from there!\""
},
{
"author": "Arlas Tilrevres",
"message": "*The elf nodded to her, clearly deflated by the fact, but smiled anyway - company for a time is better than none at all, his father said often.*\n\"If you must abandon me, madam Mercy... And of course, it would be a pleasure to visit your lord and yourself. From the amount of times you mentioned him, I'd say I have an obligation to!\"\n*Another giggle, closing an eye at her and beaming.*\n\"Thank you for accompanying me, it was more than enjoyable.\"\n*Arlas rounded off, giving a flourishing bow and sweeping his cloak, dropping the act immediately afterwards out of embarrassment.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**'Abandoned' was quite a harsh way to put it, Mercy thought. The word made her feel awful about the situation, but eager to get home she was.** \"Mister Arlas...\" **She sighed gravely. His funny bow raised her spirits a little, enough to merit a maintained smile still.** \"Ah? My lord's very important to me mister Arlas, he's the reason I'm alive, I believe. Come by any time, and erh... Be careful on the way into Pepor. Bandits like to haggle me through here sometimes.\" \n\n**She turned on a heel, heading the opposite direction back down the beaten road. Mercy gave him a few waves goodbye.** \"Be seeing you mister!\""
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"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**It is afternoons such as these where Mercy Foxton finds herself foraging for herbs in the woods which Blackspire Manor resides in; tall, loosely packed pine, spruce and other dark trees laden over a fertile, brimming brush grounds with teeming critters and lush grass. Today is windy, with moderate sunlight shine through crevices in the clouds overhead, making the way for the dainty handmaid as she picked mushrooms one by one, storing them in her willow basket.**\n\n**It is quiet. Mercy makes no noise while she slinks about, only listening to the breathing forest all around her in the form of wind and wildlife. Unfortunately, there were no more mushrooms lining the outlier of this backwoods trail, Mercy would need to delve deeper into the trees for her next venture, but her own sensibility was warding her off. Could it be she is alone, and only in her handmaid's attire? Such an unfitting outfit for this type of forest promenade, but she could not waste time going back and forth now, onward she had to continue.**\n\n**But first, she would stand in the center of the beaten dirt path and look forward down the way, then back, where she came, in search of any other life forms...**"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Upon leaving the Capitol not to long ago, a young Canifor would quietly make her way through the forested area of Lympia's wilderness. By her side was a Jackal who seemed rather captivated by his surroundings as newer scents met his nose and enticed him to move further off trail only to return back to Juna moments later. Juna didn't mind his wanderings for as far as she knew there wasn't anyone else out here that she had to worry about him attacking. \n\nWithin Juna's hands was an adventurer's pack to which held a large egg inside. It was an Airstrider Egg of course and after having a recent talk Ehakli, Juna had never felt more clueless of it. Perhaps she should wait until she returned home before figuring out the best care for it. For now, however, Juna mostly kept it nestled close to her while she kept an eye on her surroundings. \n\nHer dark ears remained up and alert, mostly for the signs of animals she could hunt for in the event that she decided to rest here with how long the trek back to Salvania may take. With the breeze making its way through the forest, there was a high chance of her scent scaring off nearby prey, but she didn't mind much at this time with the sun still shining through the clouds above.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**While Mercy did not have a heightened sense of smell, at least none she currently knew of, she did possess a keen 'sixth sense' of sorts now that she was a vampire; thus she made out approaching footfalls from afar. They were leisurely just like her own, but a quicker pair followed in sequences of four! What could that be... An animal. It had to be, but what sort, what dangers did they bring!** \"Uh oh. Uh oh... Uh oh...\" **The Macen quickly made for the trees, finding a rather thick one to hide behind, while she peered from it, watching the road. Soon the sight of a traveling Okamimi–what looked like one–beheld her eyes.**\n\n\"Shoot...\"\n\n**She breathed. What would someone think seeing a maidservant this far into the woods?** \"Uh oh, shoot... Shoot!\" **And why was she so apprehensive, so suddenly? No one is out to get her, after all. This weary disposition must have stemmed from the time she spent lonely in isolation.**"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would turn ever so slightly as the Macen would seemingly speak to herself. While Mercy did hide away from the Canifor's view, the sound of both movement and her words wasn't hard for Juna to pick up on. She came to a stop, tail swaying in a slow melodic motion. Someone was here, but who she wasn't sure. Picking up on the tension, Jace would trail back to her, his fur lifting along his shoulders instinctively.\n\nGradually Juna's hand would make its way down to the string of her bow that sat strung around her torso. However, it wasn't to grab it, more so she would find herself rubbing her fingers along the string in that calming habit sort of thing she did as she gazed around the dark woods.*\"Who's there...?\"*She asked in a quiet tone. While Juna couldn't see where Mercy was, the sounds and scent alone were enough to give her an idea. At least an idea of where to keep her distance of should she feel the need to grab her weapon in preparation of a random attack. \n\nWhile Juna was more timid in moving towards Mercy, her Jackal was quite the opposite. He ran his nose along the ground in search for the ever-so threatening scent while keeping his owner in his peripheral before he would suddenly pace his way in the direction of the tree Mercy hid behind.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "**From the perspective Mercy had, she could see a four legged friend on its way over to her very spot; friend, because it was a canid, much like her canifor lord back at the manor, who of which Mercy holds the greatest of fondness for. Ergo, Mercy had little instinct to fear the coming jackal, but its owner was a different story. She knows from firsthand experience that dogs don't make for evil foes on their own, rather they are nurtured as such by the malefic tendencies of their owner.** \"A dog?\" **Mercy spoke aloud, while she stepped out from behind the tree, now in full view of the jackal.**\n\n**She surveyed the animal with confidence, but felt less so about whoever its owner was...**\n\n\"Hello?...Who is out there, do you know what backwoods you're in? *Whose* Backwoods you're in?\" **The teen asked, maintaining the length of two bodies distance from the jackal, while she kept him in sight, holding the top of her maid's dress skirt so it wouldn't be too sullied by the damp earth below. Her slippers, unfortunately, were long soiled by dirt, but they were much simpler to clean in water than cloth.**\n\n\"I-I'm no threat! Not... Now, at least.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Upon catching sight of the Macen, Jace would suddenly dart towards her as he would let out a series of barks to ward her off. Of course with him being a Jackal it was more high pitched sounding, however, Jace didn't seem to care as he brought himself to race towards the woman.\n\nJuna's gaze shot over to him, watching as Mercy brought herself out into view. Well, it wasn't an ambush like she expected, but still it was rather strange to see a woman wandering with a basket around the forest. Maybe she was collecting something.*\"Jace, here!\"*She would say with a click of her tongue, trying to get the Jackal's attention so that he would leave Mercy alone to no avail. Then again, Jace wasn't the best listener either, especially now as he tried to hop up on his hind legs to nip at Mercy.\n\nEventually Juna would gaze back towards the lady, tilting her head a bit as the Macen questioned if she knew where she was to which Juna would gaze around the dark forest before responding with:*\"Lympia's... Forest...?\"*Juna wasn't sure if it was a sort of trick question the lady was asking her. She didn't know much of locations besides the capitols and the forests that usually accompanied them. Was she perhaps on enemy territory? Hopefully not, though if that was the case, they were not making the best first impression especially with the hyper active Jackal.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Ohno!–\" **Mercy began to jerk away from the ensuing jackal, while it approached with ferocity. Just why it was doing so, was beyond Mercy's comprehension, since she'd tried her best to approach it gently. The macen's back eventually hit a tree's bark, and she had nowhere left to go, besides up; but Mercy would not scale the tree unless she absolutely had to, the sound of the animal's owner calling it to calm did certainly alleviate any tension that the animal was alone. She could only hope the owner wouldn't sic it onto her now.**\n\n**In order to ward the small beast off, Mercy swung her basket with the intention to smack it away, if she had to, she would take more drastic measures to defend herself... But she prayed it would not come to such misfortune.**\n\n\"I really shouldn't have worn my handmaid fit. This isn't just a the Lymian wilderness we're in, this the hunting grounds my lord uses to hunt! Blackspire Manor, miss. I-I'm the steward there, now call the dog off before I have to do something!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*At the sound of a potential threat from the woman, Juna's gaze would turn towards Jace.*\"Here, Jace... Come here-!\"*She said in a more high pitched tone. Juna would reach for a small pouch at her waist, grabbing out a few bits of Jerky from it with one hand as she tried to hold the large egg in the other. With the Jerky soon being tossed out onto the ground, Jace's head would briefly turn away from Mercy as he soon took interest in the treat. Eventually the Jackal paced away from her, leaving the Macen for the small yet delicious bits of Jerky.\n\nJuna had let out a quiet sigh, averting her gaze back to Mercy as she had finally processed what the Macen said about her being on some Manor, which Juna still wasn't quite sure what that meant. Was she not supposed to be here? Juna could assume with the way Mercy had spoken to her that she most likely shouldn't be, but she couldn't help but ask.*\"Blackspire Manor...? I've... I don't think I've heard of it before... Am I... Not allowed to tread here?\"\n\n*While it may have come off as a rude question, the tone in Juna's voice only gave off the sign of curiosity or maybe even confusion. Her words came quietly and even as she spoke, her eyes would travel down to the basket Mercy carried. Not only because of the interest in it but also to have something else to look at besides the Steward directly in front of her.*"
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Phew... Thank you, thank you, miss. It's not that you *Can't* Travel through here, but my Lord uses these woods to hunt all the time, and he may mistake you for prey. You wouldn't want that to happen, trust me miss. Does the cute dog want a mushroom to eat? I-I have a few here, in my basket. I'm out here picking many, and picking some naturally occurring flavor herbs to make dinner with.\" **Mercy left the safety of her tree trunk to approach both dog and owner, reaching into her basket, she withdrew a odd looking yellowish mushroom; a chanterelle.**\n\n\"My name is Mercy Foxton. I'm the steward at Blackspire Manor, the *Only* Steward... So... I suppose it's dumb of me to risk my life out here on my lonesome. But I could cook a tasty dinner for my Lord tonight, and he might appreciate it this time. D-Don't you think so?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Your Lord?\"*Was this a sort of hierarchy thing, Juna wasn't sure. However, she could only assume that whoever this Lord was had some sort of power over this land to have someone enforcing that this was indeed his hunting grounds.*\"Oh... I...I see... I'm a hunter too... I can understand if... This is his hunting grounds...\"*The fact that Juna could remotely be mistaken for prey made her wonder what kind of animals this Lord could have possibly hunted in here that carried such similarities. \n\nAs Mercy offered Jace the mushroom to eat, the Jackal would look up at her from his now vanished jerky. He licked his chops, staring up at the mushroom she held as his nose twitched at the scent of it. Juna finally allowed her gaze to travel up in order to look at Mercy directly, her ears flitting back at her introduction.*\"Steward...\"*She would repeat quietly with how Mercy emphasized it. Surely it was something important, maybe like the Lord was, but Juna could only look at her with a blank expression as she explained cooking a dinner for her Lord while she held out the mushroom.*\n\n\"Does your Lord... Like mushrooms...?\"*She would ask her in response to Mercy's question. The only reason she asked being the fact that he hunted, surely there would be more to the feast than just a few plants right? Maybe her Lord did all the hunting so she could cook it, though it did make Juna wonder how often the feast didn't turn out to her Lord's liking with how she mentioned this time it being appreciated.*"
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{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Yes, my lord will eat mushrooms. He will eat... Mushroom, meat, herbs and vegetables if he has to, I don't think he enjoys spices though. But I know my Lord prefers meat, *Raw* Meat. He's not... A human like you or me, miss.\" **Mercy dropped the chanterelle piece on the ground in front of Jace, to which she then stood upright, to face Juna more formally. It is about time Mercy began to rid her insecurities to improve on her social skills. After all, being friendly bears no foul on anyone.**\n\n\"Blackspire Manor?\" **Mercy turned, pointing back the way she came. If Juna's sight wa is as good as her hearing, she may be able to make out the shape and colors of the manor property through the trees. They were about nine-hundred meters away from the limits.** \"My Lord is a canifor, sort of like this little one here!\" **She smiled at the jackal, eager to break bread with it, moreso than its owner...** \"I would invite you to the estate, but I don't think my lord would allow me to have friends visit. N-Not that we're friends. But if we did become that! Maybe he would... Have some leniency. I get real lonely there all by myself, he's gone a lot, and when he is home we don't interact nearly as much as we used to. But the times we do, I cherish it.\"\n\n**Mercy let a melancholic sigh slip, whilst regarding Juna & Jace with a smile that directly contrasted her inner dejection. It is no secret that Mercy suffers from a deep affliction, it is easily indicated by her sunken, weary eyes and lowered posture.** \"I'm a vampire! But y-you don't mind that do you? I wouldn't hurt you, n-not another living body like myself. I wouldn't do that, miss... I promise. I swear it. Won't you help me collect more ingredients for the evening supper?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would flit back at Mercy saying her Lord wasn't a human, more so at the fact that she'd consider Juna to be one. Though the Canifor had been raised by Macens, she knew very well what she was, but who was she to think much of Mercy? It seemed like she didn't meet others often which could very well be the reason. Despite it, it did make her wonder what their Lord was if not human. The liking of meat could describe many different species, her own even.\n\nJace looked at the mushroom as she placed it down in front of him before he would lower his head at gnaw at it. The chewed up bits of mushroom of course would fall from his muzzle at his refusal to swallow it which in turn would be a waste, but at the very least he gave it a try. The Jackal let out a disapproving huff of air before turning away to explore something more interesting.\n\nJuna looked over in the direction that Mercy gestured in, her eyesight in fact being just as good as her hearing. She could make out the distant figure of it which was proof enough that she was possibly on someone else's land. Hopefully they were nice enough to allow her to walk here, though with Mercy's description she wasn't so sure. \n\nWhen Mercy mentioned her Lord was a Canifor, Juna's ears would perk a bit only for her to realize that 'he was a Canifor'. To say the least, Juna's encounters with other Canifors were never the best, often ending in aggression from them. It was a wonder how this one would act.*\"You know... I'm... I'm a Canifor too...\"*She'd say only for Mercy to bring up the fact that she was a Vampire. A Vampire? As far as Juna knew, she had never met one before which of course wasn't the case, but for someone to openly state that they were one was news to her.*\n\n\"A Vampire...?\"*With Juna's little experience of them, she wasn't sure what to make of that. However, with Mercy soon after asking if she would help her collect ingredients, Juna seemed to be at a loss of what to say to the Macen.*\"I... I'm not sure...\""
},
{
"author": "Mercy",
"message": "\"Yes, miss, yes! A *Vampire.* I hope that's alright, I won't harm, I won't bite. No foul here! No fright~.\" **A clever rhyme, Mercy let it pass right on the spot, and finished it with a... Smirk of sorts, which was really a half-hearted smile brandishing her half inch fangs!** \"Look at them miss, they're too small. They wouldn't hurt you even if I did snap. Just little sharp teeth, that's all. I-I don't even hunt my own food with them, like other vampires do. I like to chew meat more thoroughly with them, right? I thought that made more sense! Why waste my teeth sucking blood when I could be *Eating* With efficiency.\"\n\n**Mercy let out laughter, bending forward while her chest and body heaved with the giggles. What she perceived as hilarious was often not so in common with what the average person would, for her social ineptitude has given her a false sense of understanding about customs and typical jargon. Mercy has her own.**\n\n\"Ahhhhh... That's so nice. It's nice to meet you, miss. Could you tell me your name? Then we could pick a few more mushrooms, and I'll lead you back. My Lord won't mind, now that I think of it. You're not going to cause trouble after all, I think he'd welcome you because you're a canifor too! But he's not like... You. He looks more like your little dog there, if you understand. You'll see, you'll see him, maybe. Come on, let's go before it turns dark.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna took a step back from Mercy as she suddenly broke out in laughter at her own joke, wondering if it would be wise to turn around and run while she still had the chance to flee. The Steward seem off to her, similar to that of the Elf that took her to Salvania once. Her description of chewing meat over sucking the blood out of it didn't help much either. Juna's ears fell slightly at the thought.*\"Right...\"*She would say quietly in agreement despite her not containing the same train of thought. \n\nWhen Mercy said her Lord looked more like Jace, Juna at least found it more understanding. After all, most Canifors tended to appear that way as far as she could see. Juna could only assume that she was a bit different from the rest which was fine enough for her. As Mercy asked of her to introduce herself, she would say simply:*\n\n\"I'm Juna...\"*She never felt the need to say her last name really, finding it overly formal, though in the land of a Lord maybe formal was all there was to it. As she said they should go before it gets dark, Juna would at first open her mouth in protest only for it to shut once more as no words came. She wasn't one to really argue anyways as she would give a small dip of her head.*\"O... Okay...\""
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