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[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"I have heard about them.. I thought there were just evil spirits at first though.\" *Inoue chuckled at her own stupid thought.* \n\n\"Should we take a swim here? It's beautiful!\" *The young kitsune had hoped to change the topic. She took her mask off of her belt and pushed her feet a little deeper into the water.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her ears lowered a bit as she drew her legs closer to her.*\"I... Don't really know how to swim...\"*The Canifor had tried going into a creek before, though it had been long ago when she had much more fur on her. The water felt heavy and suffocating and she deeply hated the feeling too much to go back into such an uncontrolled body of water again. It was a wonder of how others made it seem so easy.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"Oh? I can teach you a bit! Here is good!\" *Inoue's ears had perked up as she extended her hand to Juna with a big smile.* \n\n\"Oh I forgot to ask, what species are you?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna flinched away at the idea, dropping her gaze from the woman's outstretched hand. At the question however, she glanced back up and gave a slight tilt of her head.*\"...Species?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"Yes... I'm a kitsune! What about you?.*Inoue had pulled her outstretched hand back, taking her feet out of the water and giving Juna an inquisitive look.* \n\n\"Did I offend you... I'm sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"O-oh...\"*She said, quickly shaking her head to and fro as if she were lost in thought.*\"I'm a Canifor-. Well... I guess I don't really look like much of one now... So I've heard... But that's what I am-.\"*Her tail gave a brief wag, brushing off the earlier fear of getting in the water.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"Oh, that's pretty nice! You still wanna get in the water? I promise you'll be okay.\" *Inoue smiled at Juna and beckoned her to come closer, hoping she wouldn't be scared.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She flitted her gaze to the water, the fur on her head bushing up a bit.*\"I don't... Like the water...\"*She uttered quietly, staring off at the sloshing liquid. Her ears flicked ever so slightly as if she were listening for something in her half focused expression, but it quickly changed once more as she looked back at the woman.*\"It's... Very cold and... Makes my clothes feel heavy...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"Oh... I mean you could probably just take off a few things? Don't worry! There's also warm water in other places.\" \n\n*Inoue tried to reassure Juna, but realized it wouldn't work. She then gave up and removed her feet from the water.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Sorry...\"*Juna uttered quietly, her tail drooping in her own disappointment with herself.*\"Maybe... Some place without... As much water...?\"*She suggested at Naga mentioning a place with warm water.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"Sure! Do you want to camp someone deeper in the forest?\" *Inoue had went over to Juna, smiling to also make her smile.* \n\n\"Do you want a hug? I don't want you to be sad..\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well I... Have this place I stay at... In the forest...\"*She said in response.*\"If you'd... Like to go there...\"*At the question of whether or not she needed a hug, she quickly shook her head.*\"I-...No... It's okay, I just... I guess it's not often I talk to other people... And... Get a little nervous...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue quickly chuckled and glanced around the area. 'I guess she could try to make some beautiful... Self-made furniture to liven up the area', she thought to herself.*\n\n\"Well, sure! Hopefully you can afford it!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna opened the door to the building, the sound of it creaking echoed within the single room home. There were few things in there other than a couple weapons, a sleeping mat, and a fireplace that must have been in frequent use during the winter. Nevertheless, the two animals quickly rushed their way in with excitement to returning home.*\"Yeah...\"*She said quietly, upon viewing the place now with a new visitor in mind.*\"Maybe... Visiting the marketplace wouldn't... Be such a bad idea...?\"" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue quickly nodded her head and smiled.* \"Perfect! Let's go to the marketplace... Maybe it can fix the squeaky doors and make this place look pretty.\" *She gave a thumbs up and exited the building. Hopefully Juna could afford the costs of the supplies to fix the home.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"But-.\"*She looked between Naga and the building, letting out a silent breath of air. Perhaps this was what she needed. After all, spending so much time with the spirits might not be the best idea.*\"Alright.\"*She eventually said before directing her two animals to stay there as she soon followed after the woman, off to the marketplace.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The village has been coming along quite nicely. Enough for Kibaru to Embark on a sea voyage every now and again. Where he would resume his business of trading the usual route and new ones alike. But for now he was picking up shipment from Runra. Spices and rice for the most part*\n\n*The Kemonomimi had decided to take a little stroll seeing as everything was in order. He might be able to spot an new resource or even someone of interest. The Kemonomimi felt at home in Runra. His tails swayed slightly. It was hard to tell the exact amount of tails, but it seemed to be around 5. Tails with a bright blue colour matching his wolven ears. His hair was a navy colour.*\n\n*It being starting to be spring, he wore his open blue leather jacket, Revealing his bare and toned body covered in scars. His pair of black pant was just below his knees, seemingly torn, but more out of a fashion choice than wear. His feet were wrapped by white muddied wrappings. On his waist was a Katana, decorated slightly, clearly not a cheap one*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*Among thr actual goods to be purchased at the market there were quite a few mercenaries in town today. Some were in groups, others seemed to be alone.\n\nOn one of the street corners adjacent to the marketplace stood a young mercenary who looked quite unlike the others. She wore an interesting suit of armour and a red leotard underneath, a large sword hanging on her back as she leaned against a large pike. Her eyes were surveying the area and she noticed Kiba as he was walking along, though didn't say anything. She looked only about 19, a little young to be a mercenary.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*As Kibaru browsed the wears, he took notice of the girl. He bought some meat skewers before approaching the young woman. His age also seemed to be quite young, but Kemonomimi always seemed younger than they were. And the scars and his way of walking clearly showed his was quite experienced in combat.*\n\n\"Why hello there. You a mercenary?\" *He asked fluently in the Runran tongue*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She looked to him and gave a nod.* \"I am. I'm also looking to get out of here. My rate's lower than anyone else here.\" *She said as she stood upright and stopped leaning on her pike.* \"Hara Amayo, at your service.\" *She bowed her head politely. Her scar looked old, probably earned that long before maturity.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Okami. An alias. As every adventurer should have.\" *Kibaru bowed back to her* \"How about a protection job. In turn I'll pay you with a free ride. Meals included\" *Kibaru asked tilting his head slightly at her*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"Where too? Somewhere far away sounds good to me.\" *She asked, a little interested. She wasn't the most experianced mercenary and wasn't going to haggle for money.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, we'll be going to Salvainia, Dazabia and towards lake argon where there is a friendly little village under development. That place will need a few merchs. Even if it has some of the strongest I've seen. Maybe you could even get a little training from them\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She knew enough about geography to know that was far away, she gave a nod, stepped forward and offered her hand out for a shake.* \"Alright, I'll sign on.\" *She offered a faint smile.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Alrighty then. It's a pleasure to have you onboard. Grab your belonging and I'll lead the way to the ship\" *Kibaru took her hand a shook it. After he gave her a meat skewer* \"Try some. They are really good\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She shook his hand and scooped up her bag from the floor, slinging it over her left shoulder.* \"A pleasure.\" *Her eyes flicked over the meat skewer and took it. She took a bite and judging by her satisfied look she liked it, taking another bite before handing it back.* \"Tastes good, I don't think i've had one of these before.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Please, you can have that\" *Kibaru said with another in his own hand* \"But I'm glad you enjoyed it at least. I might start selling some of these myself\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"If you can cook this good you'd get a lot of customers, I think i'll buy these more often.\" *She offered a slight smirk and continued to eat them as they headed off.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I do get allot of customers, actually. That's why I'm here\" *Kibaru said as he began to walk towards the port* \"In order to get spices and ingredients for my eatery in Salvainia. And some Supplies for that village I mentioned. Soon I'll be setting up shop there as well\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"Oh, a Chef? I've only been to a fancy place to eat once when I was young.\" *She idly mentioned as she walked alongside him.* \"So how big is this village of yours?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So far it's 20 houses under construction, though more will soon come. 2 Bath houses, and alchemy shop. Furniture shop, 2 large bath houses. A guild bigger than the village and larger in\" *Kibaru said with a smile as he looked back at her*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"By the sound of things, you're the one running things?\" *She raised her brow, now quite curious.* \"I wouldn't imagine someone just chipping in to memorise all that.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Favours come a long way with merchants. And so does profit with a new village. And you too can make some profit.\" *Finally at the port, Kibaru would gesture towards his ship* \"That is my Vessel\" *The ship was quite decent and big.* \"Aqua Wolf\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*Her eyes looked over the ship, she didn't really know what made a ship good enough. It looked big though.* \"It's a lovely ship. How long until we leave?\" *She said and then finished off her meat skewer, still holding the stick.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thank you very much. As for departure. We still have half an hour. But feel free to get on and make yourself comfortable on the ship. If you want. Unless you have other plans\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"I'll just wait on the ship. Do I get my own cabin?\" *She assumed she wasn't going to get a cabin and asked in a slightly joking manner, but certainly wasn't going to say no to a cabin.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mmmm... Yeah. Not very big, but yeah. Crewman typically sleep in their courters and escorts or so sleep in their own room. So You have your own little cabin. Pick which ever one of the 4 you like\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*Her eyes lit up a little, relieved as she'll have her own small cabin.* \"Oh? Oh! I wasn't expecting to actually get a cabin, Thank you.\" *She offered a smile.* \"I'll claim a cabin and help around with getting the ship ready. I'll see you soon then?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean. It's not like I'm really going to go anywhere. Infact. I could show you around the ship. Dont feel like you need to do any other work than look tough and pretty.\" *Kibaru smiled at her seeming excited for her own cabin*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"Oh please, I don't have to try to do that.\" *She had a light smirk on her lips.* \"I'll happily lend a hand, I don't want to feel like a free-loader. But i'll accept the tour!\" *She smiled and went to board the boat.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Free leader, nah. I hired you for your services. Which I hope you're good at.\" *Kibaru followed her up with his tails gently swaying behind him*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"If you say so~\" *She looked back, still lightly smirking. She stepped onboard the boat and looked around.* \"Well, after you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Very well. Follow me\" *Kibaru said before leading the way past the men into the ship and down the stairs.* \"Just watch your head. And the steps\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She'd follow along, making sure to look around. She headed down the steps with him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*A while would pass with Kibaru showing Hara the important stuff before they came back up to top.* \"Well. We should be departing now\" *While he said that the planks were drawn in and anchors raised.* \"Hope you've said your goodbyes. You're about to embark onto a new journey\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"I'm ready to leave, don't worry. I've been ready for a long time now.\" *She'd lean against the railing on the side of the ship to watch it cast off.* \"You come back here often, don't you?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. Every now and again. I do have a trade route and contracts to follow. But it's not always business. I often have fun picking up woman as I go\" *He joked as he slowly shook his head side to side*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"Oh? Should I expect this village to be filled with ladies you've plucked off the street?\" *She jokingly asked, looking towards him while leaning on the railing.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No. Luckily not... But they can be found somewhere off on their own adventures. Having fun and enjoying life\" *Kibaru had a slight smile as he imagined it* \"Always glad to help people see the world\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She smirked and shook her head.* \"Well, i'm going to relax in my cabin for the time being. I'll come and bother you later mhm?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sure. You know where my cabin is if you need me. Much roomier if you want to talk.\" *Kibaru turned to look at he with a smile* \"I'll be done here in a bit\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Today was one of the few days the Canifor went out and about in the town. She knew it was unhealthy for her to stay out in the forests talking to ghosts all the time, so she figured visiting the town would bring her back to reality. Besides, her food supply was getting low. The sun was setting across the sky, causing the streets to grow dark as she was hauling her bagged items back towards home. She wore a dark cloak over her, not wanting to draw much attention to herself while she was out of the forest. She never really liked the attention, but with a bird taller than her and a jackal following as companions, it was pretty hard to avoid at times. She couldn't bear to leave them alone in the forest for so long though. They were the only real companions she had at this point. Even if they were just animals.*" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "Most of the time, Aire would be out on the streets, begging and appealing for whatever passers-by could offer him, using his appearance to gain sympathy. But not this time, he thought as he felt the breeze rustling his hair. He felt as free as a bird as he ran over the rooftops and vaulted over obstacles.\n\nWhen he returned to the streets, his hands would move every now and then as he passed by strangers. Nothing could be seen by the untrained eye, but those who could would witness him pickpocketing anything he could. Despite this, he went undiscovered, with his steps not making a sound, the appearance of his attire changing every so often, and generally being unnoticeable.\n\nHis appearance as an innocent small child didn't help matters." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*With Juna making her way to the near edge of town, she was glad to be finally out of the eyes of most people by now. She hopped up onto her bird mount, now a bit more confident in riding the animal as they gradually began to make their way towards the forest. It was not before her Jackal had suddenly caught wind of something jumping along the rooftops. He began barking at the person, causing the Canifor to suddenly react and try to figure out what had put her animal on edge. She turned to look at where he was focused on, eventually catching sight of the person jumping along the roofs and going out into the street. She stared at the strange small person in confusion, blissfully unaware of him going through others' pockets as most of her focus was held in his shifting appearance. Juna thought she was imagining it and rubbed her eyes quickly only for it to soon confirmed she wasn't. While she wasn't quick to react, her jackal was a different story. He suddenly darted forward towards the 'child', letting out a series of barks at the person to the Canifor's own horror.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal flew past him, though it didn't take long before he had turned around and continued growling at the Kuilei. By then Juna had finally caught up, snapping at the Jackal.*\"Jace, enough!\"*She said to him in annoyance. Of all times to revert to his old ways, it had to be in the public eye. Juna should have figured it would be too soon out here. The jackal eyed Aire, slowly walking back past him to rejoin the Canifor and bird to Juna's relief. She let out a deep exhale of air, uttering the words:*\"I am so sorry... I don't know what's gotten into him today...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"...No, it's fine,\" He responded after a pause, putting down his weapon, yet still wary and a single hostile action away from retaliating with lethal force since *You never know what might happen next.*\n\nHe smiled as non-threateningly as he could, relaxed his body, and attempted to appear overall innocent—harmless. \"It's not your fault, and nothing happened in the end, so it's fine.\" Well, not really, as he was originally planning to go home or wherever the wind brought him, but not anymore, yet it doesn't matter now. What's done is done.\n\n\"What brings someone like you to town, roaming the streets-\" He cast a brief glance up at the sky. \"At almost the dead of night?\" He asked with childlike curiosity, which was easy to do, as he was a child." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"This reason mainly...\"*She said with a tired sigh.*\"We don't... Do very well in crowds...\"*It was obvious that she was talking about all three of them. Her, the jackal, and the large bird she was sitting on top of.*\"That and well... I figured I should leave the forests at some point... Talking to ghosts all day everyday probably isn't the healthiest thing...\"*She uttered the last part more under her breath before looking back over to the Kuilei in slight confusion.*\"You seem a bit young to be out here on your own at this time of day...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"Ah... That is...\" He didn't know what to say or do in response, so he just remained silent. After a while, he added his own thoughts.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'm the same.\" After all, the common people don't care much for individuals like him, who are down on their luck and live day to day in the slums. Sleeping in dumpsters, waking up next to rodents, or worse. In the end, you were lucky to wake up the next day with your organs still inside your body.\n\nHe shook his head, as now was not the time to worry about it, before opening his mouth to speak again. \"Ghosts...?\" He asked, having overheard it, before responding to their question. \"I can handle myself.\" At least most of the time." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She gave a tilt of her head at his first response.*\"You are?\"*She asked him. The Canifor didn't quite understand why the Kuilei would be wandering around out here on his own if that was the case. Even Juna had her animal companions to accompany her, but if he figured he could handle himself just fine, who was she to question it? \n\nIn realizing that he had heard what she last said, she quickly drew quiet and tried to think of her next words more carefully. People here believed in spirits didn't they? She thought so anyways, though the strange looks she got at times for mentioning them didn't help.*\"...Yeah- ghosts.\"*She eventually said.*\"There's quite a lot around here. Well... Not here but nearby-.\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"Mhm,\" He said, without going into further detail. After all, he wasn't here to tell his life story. Besides, what he said previously simply sort of fell out of his mouth. Perhaps because he hadn't had any social interactions in over a month?\n\nHe explained further after seeing her reaction, not wanting to be confrontational or rude. \"Ah, I see. I was just curious, really, and that's all. I don't mind or care about ghosts.\" \n\n\"Besides, they're quite amazing, and they can be useful at times.\" He instantly realized his mistake. Why, of all the words, did he have to say useful? But he couldn't turn back now. \"Ah, I'm sorry...\" Well, he tried." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Useful?\"*She asked. It took her a while to process what he meant. Juna hardly found spirits easy to understand, let alone 'useful'.*\"I don't know... The spirits are around often but... They don't really seem interested in helping me or even telling me anything. Sometimes I can see them gathering together but I never understand what they're doing... There's only ever been one spirit that's spoken to me but... We don't always see eye to eye on things...\"*It seemed like the Canifor was just relieved that there was another person to talk to about the spirits.*\"Sometimes I feel like they need me for something, but I never know what...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He didn't know much about spirits, so he couldn't offer any constructive advice. \"Anything is useful if you know how to use it,\" He said, and yet he tried anyway. \"Then how about a give-and-take relationship?\" Just like in the slums. It was a little more complicated than that, but it was similar. \"You had felt as though they needed you for something, and I presume that it's something only you can do, so why not ask for some concessions?\" After all, that was how life worked in his opinion." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gave a light shake of her head.*\"It's a lot more complicated than that with them... Sometimes it feels like they're leading me to something only for me to have to figure it all out whenever I arrive at... Well nothing...\"*She said with a tired sigh.*\"I guess if you've met them you'd understand, but getting any sort of direct answer from them feels... Farfetched...\"*Juna tilted her head back in thought for a moment.*\"But I guess that's what happens when you're living in their home... Or... Burial grounds...?\"*She added in slight uncertainty.*" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"I... See?\" He was confused, which was natural given his lack of prior experience with spirits. \"Meeting them, huh?\" He was intrigued, wondering what would happen and how he would go about it. He couldn't help but wonder, \"Where do the spirits stay?\" He didn't have much else to do. Aside from that, it sounded exciting. \"...What?\" He was taken aback for a moment. Why, how, and what did she mean when she said she was living at their place?\n\nThen he remembered something important, which caused him to flush slightly in embarrassment. He spoke with an embarrassed ahem. \"I've forgotten to introduce myself... I don't have a name, though, you may call me Aire. What about you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah... They live out in... The bamboo forests over there-.\"*She said, pointing towards the large forest made up of long trunks of green wood.*\"I tried studying things about them for a while... It turns out that spirits can be everywhere at times... Like... When summoners call upon them... I...Lost my own summons, but... I found it very interesting to think they walk among us regularly... These ones here are just... Different... But they do remind me of my old summons...\"*Juna fell silent for a moment before Aire suddenly introduced himself. She gave a quick dip of her head in greeting, realizing she hadn't introduced herself either.*\"I'm Juna-.\"*She quickly said before gesturing to her Airstrider (giant birb).*\"Her name is Juniper.\"*The bird, under little supervision, was attempting to bury her head into Aire's pockets. Juna was too used to it to see the young animal doing much harm. Instead it was amusing. The Canifor gestured to the Jackal next.*\"And... He is Jace... Always such a ray of sunshine when we leave home...\"*She said sarcastically. The Jackal was staring at Aire rather intensely.*" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "Aire returned the Jackal's stare, though glaring would have been more appropriate. He let out a childish 'hmph-!'', turning his head and pouting slightly. 'Annoying bird,' He couldn't help but think.\n\n\"Ah, I see...\" He mumbled, a smile on his face, having finally figured out something. \"So that's where Tempest came from...\" He couldn't stop thinking about his own Spirit. Which was, in fact, his Soulbound Air Spirit.\n\n\"I also have a Spirit of my own,\" He couldn't help but say proudly. \"Though...\" He scratched the back of his head in awkwardness, recalling something. \"He can't be seen and can only communicate with me in my head.\" Or, on rare circumstances, possesses him." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her ears perked up a bit at the mention of his own spirit that only he could see.*\"That kind of sounds like the spirit in my weapon... I don't think anyone else sees him either... Or well... Maybe if you're not the holder of the weapon or something...? I'm not too sure but... He's the only ghost that's really spoken to me directly... Even though the things he says aren't... Well the nicest...\"*She shook her head swiftly.*\"Maybe it's just a coincidence that so many spirits are out here... Most Runrans seem to know a thing or two about them... If you're quick maybe we can see a few... That is if you didn't have any other plans...\"*She said in slight invitation.*" } ]

[ { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"Oh, I see.\" He was perplexed. After all, his spirit was always there to support him, and yet the one this girl had was...? He shook his head to clear his mind. Whatever, it wasn't really that important. \"My Spirit has saved me more times than I can count; without him, I would be...\" His face became solemn and nostalgic.\n\nIn any case, \"Sure,\" He simply replied in response to the request, putting his hands into his pants pockets, drawing closer to Juna but not too close. \"I don't have much to do these days,\" He said, which was true as he had finished most of the important tasks he had to do a week earlier. \"Besides, I've developed an interest, and perhaps I'll meet Tempest's family...? If Spirits have a sense of family.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna eventually nodded and gestured for Aire to follow her as she began heading back with her two animals in tow. She thought of his words for a while, not wanting to confirm or deny if he'll be able to see their family, but Juna did eventually speak towards a spirit's sense of family.*\"I don't see why not... They had a family before they... Died so surely they still would... Maybe they have a family in each other even if they're not actually family...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He responded while walking next to Juna. \"I see... I'm not sure what Spirits are, how they came to be, or anything else.\" He shook his head. \"Tempest just came to me when I was... Indisposed,\" He said with a snarl before everything went back to normal. \"He doesn't tell me anything about his family or other Spirits... To be honest, I've never asked him.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Indisposed?\"*Juna asked him in confusion before trying to reassure the Kuilei.*\"Well... I'm not too sure, but maybe most spirits just don't have much to say or... Well can't say anything... Sometimes they simply try to show us, I think-.\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He remained silent, not wanting to share any more details about his past, *Reliving those moments all over again-*\n\nAs he spoke and changed the subject, he shook his head to clear his mind of his previous thoughts. He shrugged, \"Mhm, I guess so.\"\n\n\"Tempest usually just travels around, to wherever he can, leading me by the hand... Well, metaphorical hand.\" He couldn't help but laugh at that.\n\n\"Tempest isn't one for talking, I guess.\" He wasn't very good with words, talking, or anything else that entailed anything social. After all, he was typically alone with Tempest. A lonely, solitary life, but one he'd come to accept." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gazed back at him for a while before continuing on into the forest. She thought the Kuilei was acting weird, but she decided to ignore it knowing fully well she probably seemed weird too. By now, large bamboo stalks surrounded them on both sides. It had quickly pitch black as well, though Juna's night vision was proving quite helpful for her.*\"They usually gather at night out here... The wolf spirits I mean... Though they've been quieter recently...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"I... See...\" But even after saying that, he didn't let down his guard. How could he, given that he was at a huge disadvantage and may be attacked at any time? He was helpless if that happened. He followed her, his steps quiet, while looking about suspiciously. \"Tempest is often playful, so I understand, but being timid...?\" He wondered." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"One of the spirits ran away from me once...\"*She began to explain.*\"Maybe it was because the person I was with spooked them and tried chasing them...\"*Juna shrugged in her own uncertainty.*\"I'm not too sure, but they do seem cautious of us this time. I don't know much about the after life but... I do often sense fear coming from them... I can... See it at times...\"*She gazed back at Aire for a moment, her eyes slightly aglow.*\"Mmm... Your color is a little faint...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"That... Is unfortunate,\" He answered honestly, not knowing what else to say as he only had positive memories of spirits. Or, more precisely, with Tempest. \"Ah... That's understandable.\" He compared spirits to children, and that if someone suddenly started following them, they'd obviously be afraid and flee, or worse. \"That's...\" He pondered what to do, supposing that their dread sprang from his own, and soon after he hid his weapons and calmed himself though not before muttering an apology. If the worst happened, he trusted Tempest to alert him of any impending danger. \"Color...?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah it's... It's like this wave of color I see around people sometimes...\"*She said.*\"My friend said something about it being spiritual stuff I'm seeing... But I'm not too sure.\"*Juna stared at him a bit longer.*\"Yours is... Kind of hard to see... It's a little... Blue though... Kind of like my friend's but... Just a bit weaker...\"*She eventually looked away.*\"Sometimes I think I'm seeing things, but it just keeps happening...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "\"Considering the world is so vast, there are many things we don't know about, so don't dismiss it as your imagination. Furthermore, even if you were only seeing things, it's not that horrible.\" Following that, he shrugged. \"But, blue? That is unexpected. I'm not sure I know what it means.\" Thinking about it more wouldn't help since he was missing some vital knowledge, so he put it out of his mind for the time being." } ]

[ { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "Maybe it didn't have a meaning, or maybe it did, but it wasn't relevant to their predicament right now, as far as he knew. As they came to a halt in the small clearing, he looked around and sat on a suitable rock. \"I think they're the ones who're supposed to come to us...?\" He wondered, himself doubtful.\n\n\"I doubt we'd be able to catch the spirits even if we tried...\" He paused, allowing her to fill in the silence. \"I suppose we can only just wait now.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yeah...\"*Juna whispered quietly. Bringing her knees to her chest and curling her tail around her. The cold was beginning to set in, but she still wanted a chance to see if the spirits had returned. It wasn't a full moon, so chances were still slim, but she held onto hope. An awkward silence had befallen them and each minute that passed, Juna began to think it wasn't going to happen. She felt bad that she had told them Kuilei all about them just for nothing to happen. Once the silence had gone in for quite a while, Juna eventually glanced back over towards Aire and said:*\"Do you... Want to hear a story...?\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He'd noticed the cold a while ago, but he dismissed it as it didn't bother him much, if at all. With a peek towards Juna, he noticed her mildly shivering. Without a second thought, he removed his cloak and put it over her, albeit cautiously, just in case she didn't want it. Sure, it was a bit filthy, but surely that was preferable to being cold? \"You need it more than I do,\" He explained simply, gazing up at the starry sky while dangling his legs from the cool smooth rock. \"Sure.\" It was better than nothing, he reasoned." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stopped shivering for a brief moment as he had put the cloak over her, surprised by the gesture.*\"Oh...\"*She said quietly as she pulled the cloak tighter around her.*\"Thanks...\"*Juna was going to ask if he was cold, but he seemed to confirm otherwise with his words. Juna found it odd, but maybe he was just more well adapted to this climate than her. With him agreeing to the story, Juna went back to stargazing.*\"There were once great beasts that roamed this forest...\"*She whispered, recalling a tale she was told some time ago from a person in town.*\"They were animals, much larger than what was normal for their species and they guarded this place from people that wanted to destroy it...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He listened intently to the story, simply relaxing and understanding without interrupting her. He would occasionally hum, perhaps to indicate that he was listening or for some other reason. In any case, he seemed intrigued, and the story sounded pretty familiar. He knew he'd heard this story before, perhaps in passing, but he couldn't remember when or where." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"There was once a time when people lived peacefully with them, sometimes calling upon their power to assist them during difficult times... They say that these beasts each carried a specific kind of magic to them... That allowed them to do quite extraordinary things...\"*Juna continued, pausing only for a moment to recap the rest of this story.*\"But then... People grew more ambitious... And tried to use the beasts for personal gain... Instead of self protection... And they used that power to destroy the lives of others...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "Ah... He hadn't realized that what he said would be heard and disturb her story. He wanted to do something to cheer her up after seeing her hurt expression, but he didn't know what. In the end, he just raised his hand and moved it over to where hers was, laying his hand over hers.\n\nBack in the slums, this would cheer him up by keeping his hands together and believing that he wasn't completely alone, so surely this would also help...?\n\nHe certainly thought so.\n\n\"Ah... I see.\" He then wondered about something. \"Did those people ever make an attempt to atone for their sins...?\" It seemed doubtful, but there would have been at least one or two who tried.\n\n\"Still...\" He mumbled as he gazed up at the starry sky, his legs dangling off the edge of the rock. \"If this is a resting place... Those Great Beasts must still have a soft spot in their hearts for us, or at least a shred of kindness for mankind.\" When he considered it... \"They're like guardians,\" And isn't that admirable?" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gazed over at him as he placed his hand over hers. Gradually it dropped down to her own hand and, after a short pause, she moved it away and retreated into the security of the cloak he gave her. She said nothing of the gesture and instead decided to answer the question that followed.*\"Some were sent forth to give an offering to the beasts in hope that they'd spare them of the punishment, to allow the future generations to not have to suffer the same fate as them. Several had entered this forest, but... None had returned...\"*Again she paused, ears perking up as if to listen out for something.*\"Many figured the beasts had completely closed themselves off from mankind... And that the people that passed through here were killed by them. No one knew for certain... But in time... The famine had eventually ended and rain had returned to the land... And still... They never did see the beasts again... But... They believed that they had at least accepted their apology... Even if they'd never get to see them again...\"" }, { "author": "AIRE-091832-XY17", "message": "He didn't know what kind of emotion he had on his face when she withdrew her hand away from his—was it apologetic, regretful, understanding, despondent, or something else entirely? He himself had no idea.\n\nIn the end, it didn't really matter—life went on.\n\n\"In my belief,\" He added, wistfully. \"They will see the genuineness of your acts if you continue to strive for it and seek forgiveness.\" He looked down from the starry sky to the earth. \"In the end, it is their decision whether or not to forgive you, and all you can do is accept it.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears flicked at his words and eventually she looked back over to him. She wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but it did make her think about the spirits she had saw before. Maybe they were trying to tell her something through this message. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part again. Not every person she met was a sign from the spirits. Were they?*\"I think I saw a... Great Beast once...\"*She eventually whispered aloud, unsure if the short encounter was real enough to be worth sharing.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*The Okamimi would be relaxing, closing her eyes as she took a moment to just bask in the scenery of the moment. It was a nice, twilight with a chilling, but not too cold wind blowing. There's a nip in the air, from the wintry seasonal winds blowing in from the seas, and she opened her eyes a little, as she looked about the relaxing scenery of the cherry blossoms in the moment.*\n\n\"This... Is rather nice. All things considered, at least.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The cool winds allowed Ling's long hair to flow in the breeze. She looked up at the pink blossoms above them, petals slowly fluttering down like butterflies, the green grass at the riverbank, swaying in the wind, and the sky a mixture of the orange setting sun and the purple stars, reflecting onto the broken waters below. Colors blended like paint in the river. And of course, the most important thing; Machi, wearing a simple black accented with red.*\n\n\"It's been a while since we've had time to relax, isn't it?\"\n\n*Ling briefly opened the scabbard on her blade, checking her reflection and fixing her hair, before closing it and setting it to the side.*" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*She would let off a deep, relieved sigh as she took in the sight of everything, marking it down in her mind to use as inspiration for a painting at a later date. However shortly after, her thoughts would be disturbed by Ling speaking up, and she smiled as she turned towards her beloved, and nodded. Her twin-tails wagging a little, as she relaxed, leaning on the edge of the boat a little.*\n\n\"Yeah, it has been a long time. Least certainly feels like it.\"\n\n*She agreed, with a nod, and a soft smile, as she raked a hand through her own hair, giving it a quick momentary brush as she thought of their adventures thusfar. Some of which were worthy of immortalizing in painting, if she ever had the free time.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Don't fall off the edge now. Wet tails aren't as fun to floof up.\"\n\n*The swordswoman smiled, stroking Machi's twin tails. For now, she simply basked in the view, though she doubted she valued it as much as her artistic lover.*\n\n\"Times like this come after hard work. Which is why I was able to get this.\"\n\n*Ling brings out a small box, keeping it closed.*\n\n\"Want to guess what's inside?\"" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*She would yip a little as her lover stroked her twin-tails, and she nodded, as she relaxed against the edge of the ship. She would let off a happy sigh in the moment, as she looked towards the box Ling revealed to her eyes, and she raised an eyebrow, curiously as she wondered what might be inside it. She tapped her chin a little, her twin tails wagging faster.*\n\n\"I'm not sure what might be inside. I am going to guess it will be something unexpected... Maybe...\"\n\n*She began to think, furrowing her brows as she tried to come up with a possible idea of what it could be in the box, before she glanced back up at Ling, with a soft smile.*\n\n\"I think, I'll wait for you to show me what you got me, instead of possibly ruining the surprise.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Aw, no fun. You're supposed to guess! But I'll show it anyway...\"\n\n*Ling opens the box, revealing a colorful collection of round, glutinous rice balls, smiling as she does so.*\n\n\"Mochi! Just like you, soft and sweet. And underneath...\"\n\n*A second compartment is opened from the bento, revealing some fish-shaped pastries.*\n\n\"Taiyaki. Some have red bean, some have custard. I'm not sure which is which.\"" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*Her smile grew as Ling opened the box and she saw the delicious looking rice balls. She picked one up, curiously. She didn't immediately recognize them, until a few moments later, a fond childhood memory coming to mind, as she looked at it, and then took a bite of it. She smiled, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor of the rice ball.*\n\n*She then picked up one of the Taiyaki curiously, as she tilted her head, taking a testing bite of the Taiyaki.*\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n*She said, with her smile only growing larger by the moment, though her cheeks were a bit reddened by the comment of being soft and sweet like the Mochi.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Picking up a pink colored mochi, she held it to now Machi's blushing cheek.*\n\n\"See, it's just like you!\"\n\n*Biting into it revealed a sweet red bean filling inside.*\n\n\"I've never actually had these until now. They're good! I'm glad that we could finally enjoy these together.\"" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*Her cheeks burned a little more brightly as the Mochi was compared to her cheeks, and she took another bite of her Mochi. She let off a content sigh, as she leaned against the railing of the ship, just taking a moment to enjoy the atmosphere of their surroundings, and the flavorful tastes of their meal.*\n\n\"It reminds me in a way, of growing up. Something I haven't had in a long, long time. My mother used to pick some of these up once or twice a month, depending on our situation.\"\n\n*She would nod, as she continued eating her Mochi.*\n\n\"I guess in a way, it is like me.\"\n\n*She added with a small laugh.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"I can imagine why. They're good.\"\n\n*Ling took another large bite of the mochi, taking a Taiyaki. It was the first time she had had either pastry; and now she could afford it.*\n\n\"You know, now that we can afford stuff like this... What should we do? For the future?\"" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*She would take a few moments, savoring the treats, and allowing long-forgotten memories to fly back into memory, before considering Ling's question of what to do for the future, and she tapped her chin, thinking. It was a good question, and truthfully she wasn't too sure.*\n\n\"Well... That's a good question. I... Don't really know. What do you think we should do for the future?\"\n\n*Machi asked, raising an eyebrow, as she tried to think of possible ideas.*\n\n\"I always wanted to open an art school, personally. Teach people to paint.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"I... Don't know. The only thing I've ever done was fight and travel.\"\n\n*The sun slowly set, the great sphere of fire disappearing below the horizon.*\n\n\"An art school? That sounds great! I'm sure we could save enough up to open one. Just that, how are we going to balance... You know. Merc work.\"\n\n*Ling took a bite of her Taiyaki. Cream inside. Machi had a wonderful hobby, probably augmented with her incredibly long life. Ling had nothing. A simple farming peasant since birth, illiterate (though she was pretty sure Machi was as well) and had dedicated her entire life to learning the twin sword style to spite the nobles and their magic. What else did she have? She wasn't good enough to teach, that was for sure. And she didn't want to either.*" }, { "author": "Machi Oyama Hayashi", "message": "*She would think quietly as she heard Ling's response to what she thought they should do. Her brows furrowed a little, as she regarded the shared uncertainty, and nodded a little in the moment.*\n\n\"Fighting and travel. Perhaps...\"\n\n*She thought, quietly. She felt like there could be something that she could use from their travels, their fights going forward but she wasn't entirely sure in the moment. As she took another bite of her Taiyaki she would muse on the thoughts of their past adventures.*\n\n\"Hmmm... Well... What if I do paintings of some of the areas we fought in? That could be interesting if we ever travel the lands, readily again. I could maybe even try teaching you sometime?\"\n\n*She offered with her twin tails wagging a little in the moment. Thinking it was a good idea, at least something to start them off, and supplement their income as mercenaries. Even if, it was a land midst turmoil, and the threat of civil war progressively growing into more of a reality than a possibility.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Runran markets, full of a particular chatter and noise only the riff raff were attuned too. The stalls filled with somewhat fresh produce, to elixirs and armors. Nick nacks and exotics for prices most couldn't stomach the thought of. A source of food for the poor, a job for the middle class, and a game to be played by the rich nobles.*\n\n*Raylen, a young servant-warrior wondered the streets of this bazaar. A mid morning sun hanging over as calls of attention were made around her. In her hands, a basket filled with various supplies to make a brunch of sorts for her lord. She stands out particularly among the crowd from her shiny armor blended into what seemed like a maids outfit.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*After recently making her way to Runra for the business trip, Kaori soon had herself traversing the local marketplace. It wasn't to collect supplies so much as passing through, but she had underestimated how busy the place would be. At least it was mostly an inconvenience if anything. Her mask sat across her mouth while her serpentine eyes scanned the crowds of people she was attempting to pass through. It wasn't long before a certain gleam of a working 'maid's' clothing managed to catch her eye first and she slowly raised an eyebrow as curiosity filled her. She approached slowly, using the crowds to indirectly close the distance. Once she had managed to get into earshot, she lowered her mask and asked:*\"Need help carrying that?\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen stepped in a rhythmic, measured way. As if her walk had been trained, disciplined, and perfected. The ordered sound of shoes against cobble stopping as a voice seemed to call out to her. She looked back, scanning the woman before her.*\n\n\"That's quite all right miss. While the offer is appreciated, I wish not to burden others.\"\n\n*Her voice was monotone and formal, as if she'd rehearsed the line thousands of times before.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*The Naga inspected the woman for a moment before flashing a grin.*\"No burden at all.\"*She says casually.*\"But don't mind me. I'll keep out of your way, just trying to find the end to this marketplace. You seem to know the place better than me.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*For a moment, Kaori finds a rather intimidating stare being sent her way. Her face read like Kaori had told an unamusing joke, her eyes practically staring into her soul.*\n\n*The tension is relieved as Raylen breaths out a sigh, and turns back to her path.*\n\"As you wish. I still have errands to attend too, so your escape from the market may be postponed.\" \n\n*She then begins her march a new, glancing at the stalls she passed for something in particular.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*The Naga met the stare with a hard one of her own, not shifting her gaze away until the tension had finally left and Raylen had agreed to go along with it.*\"Not a problem.\"*She says, following after her.*\"I can be very patient.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Kaori's patience would indeed be tested. The walk lasted for what seemed like an hour, and ended on the discovery of one item.*\n\n\"Ah. Excuse me, how much for this?\" \n*Raylen calls out to a nearby vendor, stepping over to a booth. A collection of silverware, cooking utensil, and other metal items lay out on the counter. Raylens particular interest seemed to be paid on a kitchen knife that seemed well made.* \n\"No need to haggle, I'll buy it full price.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*The Naga kept silent for a while, fading in and out of the crowds and keeping an eye out for something. She waits a while longer for Raylen to finish her transaction, then finally returned her focus fully to her, tilting her head a bit to the side.*\"You know, I've never seen someone pairing armor with a maid's outfit before.\"*She says.*\"Interesting attire choice. Unless that's what's normal around here. I guess with the whole war going on, everyone is looking to be prepared.\"*The last part was mostly a joke, though she hoped to learn a bit more of what's been happening meantime.*" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Paying in full, Raylen stows the knife in her basket of supplies. She looks back to Kaori, and then down at her own dress.*\n\"It's a uniform. I take it you're unfamiliar with the Custodes Legion.\" \n\n*The dress itself seemed rather well made. Tailored to fit, in-laid with a metal similar to steel. It must be light enough to wear comfortably without making much noise, but still provide some protection.*\n\"Come, I will show you the exit now that I have finished.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Can't say I am.\"*She replies as she went back to following after Raylen while idly assessing the uniform. The Naga returned her back up to her face as it seemed like they were just about leaving.*\"What's it about?\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"I wouldn't blame you. Our organization focuses on noble houses, rather than people of your... Lineage.\"\n*As the two continue to walk, the crowds around them begin to thin. Booths become farther spread out, more sparse, and the light dims as residential buildings climb the sky and block out the sun*\n\n\"We are simply an organization that provides our sponsors with labor. Whether that may entail cooking, cleaning, or even combat. Servants, if you will.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Oh... Is that so?\"*She said towards the first thing. Kaori's eyes narrowed at the comment towards her lineage. Folding her arms behind her causally, she allowed her hands to slip into her sleeve and gently ran a finger along the hilt of her dagger. The Naga continued walking regardless, deciding to follow along in conversation.*\"So you're a maid that specializes in both servant work and fighting, hm? Didn't realize there was a need for that, but I guess they'd get more of their money's worth from it.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Quite so. I believe this is your stop?\" \n*Raylen mentions as the pair come onto what seemed like a plaza. Streets branching off in four separate directions, including the one they'd arrived from.*\n\"You asked me to lead you out of the market. I've done so.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Yes, appreciate it.\"*She said, allowing her arms to go lax.*\"Guess I'll see you around, if at all anyways.\"*The Naga turned away and headed off.*" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"If fate wills it.\" \n*She offers Kaori a curtsey before she turns her back, heading in the opposite direction.*\n\"The master should still be asleep by now...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Senri generally thought herself a decent-mannered individual. Her temper wasn't that hot (at least not by racial standards) and it'd been a while since she'd stirred up any ruckus. So of course, it couldn't possibly be due to her own shortcomings that led to her sitting on a rock outside of town, overlooking a bridge stretching across a river.\n\nThe alcohol. Yeah, that was it. That was the reason why she was thus inebriated—who asked it to be so delicious?—and unable to properly sit still. Blearily, she eyed the opposite end.\n\nSomeone seemed to be crossing." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*A certain someone would indeed be crossing. A woman with black hair, perhaps a macen. She was dressed in admittedly odd attire, a maids dress apparently. In her hands a basket, seemingly full of groceries and other items.*\n\n*Her walk was elegant and refined, marching across the bridge. Coming closer, the dress she wore seemed to shimmer and shine. As if metal plates had been sown into the fabric, like some kind of armor.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "*Hmmmmm.*\n\nHad Senri been just a inch more sober, she'd have recognized that there was in fact nothing wrong with this whole situation at all. She would also have recognized that it was none of her own damn business as to whether someone wanted to go shopping for groceries so late, and simply let the woman pass.\n\nAlas, the lack of brain cell activity ensured that such reasoning never once crossed her mind. The oni got up from where she sat, and marched over to her end of the bridge, standing squarely in the middle of it.\n\n\"Stay thine steps.\" Somehow managing to keep her speech coherent. \"No mere folk would be bearing a basket across this bridge at this hour of the night.\"\n\nShe managed to draw her longer blade without accidentally cutting herself, and lifted it to point at the woman.\n\n\"...I cannot grant thee passage. Go back whence you came.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The march of footsteps comes to a halt as Raylen's peaceful stroll is interrupted. She looks across the bridge at her armored opponent, admittedly confused.*\n\n\"I am returning home to my lord from the market. You won't let me pass?\"\n\n*She moves to set the basket down, out of the way of any conflict. Turning back to Senri and speaking in a polite manner.*\n\"I have no quarrel with you. But if you are determined to obstruct me?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "According to a certain school of thought, being in a tipsy state granted one better deductive capabilities, which translated to problems being solved faster.\n\nOf course, there is hardly evidence pointing to such things being true. And even if they were, Senri would most definitely qualify as an outlier.\n\n\"Thou doth make sense indeed.\" She admitted, head swaying slightly from right to left. \"But these parts have been strange of late, and I cannot take thine words at face value. I am sorry.\"\n\nExhaling softly, she drew her shorter blade and took up a fighting stance.\n\n\"If you must pass regardless... Take up thy arms, little one.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Tch-\" \n*The woman clicked her tongue and gave Senri a sharp glare. Wordlessly, she draws what seems to be a spear out from under her skirt. Regardless of the logistics, she assumes Spearwall defensive stance. It seemed she was done being polite as a maid should be. Now it was time to show off the Knight side of her title.*\n\"You'll be the little one here, after I cut you down to size.\"" }, { "author": ".boch", "message": "Where do you want to start off (blue dot) also since we share the same initiative maybe we can decide turn order for each round by rolling a d20 each, higher one moves first" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Works for me, and the position is good as well me thinks" }, { "author": ".boch", "message": "Let's roll for turn order then" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "The oni advances slowly, until the distance between them had been reduced greatly — just out of range for a two-handed weapon to hit, in fact.\n\nThen she kept the shorter blade, leaving only the katana out, and made no further movements." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"A duel then.\" \n*Ray watches Senri closely, apparently able to see in the dark quite well. She seemed to be studying every angle of Senri's position. She tightens the grip on her spear and confirms her stance, drawing on her weapon's Spearwall.*\n\n*If the woman dared to get close she'd be met with firm punishment.*\n```Class feature Duel Engaged```" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "The oni closed the gap, misses a point blank grab, and clicks her tongue before feinting with her blade." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*There has been a saying passed down through the Custodes Legion since it's inception. That's saying is, \"The more you fuck around, the more you find out.\"*\n\n*Clearly, Senri was about to find out. With an injured body and injured pride, Raylen goes on a deadly offense. She brings her spear across Senri's chest at an initial blow, before plunging the weapon deep into the woman again in a brutal manner.*\n\"Submit or perish!\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Ouch! Not bad at all, little one. Seems it'd be prudent of me to take this more seriously.\"\n\nHer free hand crackles with lightning, bursting forth in an arc... And then she missed the subsequent charge. Another click of the tongue." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Silence knave!\" \n*Raylen commands before she's cut off by the crackle of lightning. Pain surges through her body as she screams, but seems to bear through it. Vengeance is hers as yet another two swift, deadly jabs of her spear stab into Senri.*\n\n\"Submit!\" \n*She barks again. She knows Senri likely wouldn't last another blow, backed against the bridges' wall. As angry as she is, she can't quite kill her here.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Ow ow ow, my poor back... Ah, well. You've bested me. I admit defeat.\"\n\nDespite her words, the oni laughed quite loudly before dropping her blade, then kneeling down on the ground such that their eye level was more or less even.\n\n\"Well then! I've lost - *Hic!* - so do with me as you will.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen stared in minor disbelief at Senri. Her stance relaxing as her opponent dropped her sword. The spontaneous fight seemed to be over...*\n\n\"Fool... What was that even for?\" \n*She questioned, seeming to tuck her spear away only to find a pistol in her hand as a replacement. She then seemed to think about what to do... She should take her to the authorities no doubt. But that would make her late status even worse, and with no proof...*\n\"You're coming with me... My lord will know what to do with you.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Mhm? A fight is a fight. What purpose does it need to serve beyond that?\" Another boisterous chuckle elicted from the oni, who was still very drunk as far as she herself was concerned.\n\n...From an outsider's perspective, Senri was definitely way too relaxed. And her shift in mood was most certainly not normal.\n\n\"Fine by me~\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen's eyes twitched. She did not enjoy battle, and the waste of bandaging and medical supplies would be heart breaking. She would most certainly pay.*\n\n*Being sure to never take her eyes off Senri, Raylen inches towards her groceries. Picking up the basket and training her pistol on the woman.*\n\"Come on then. It's a long walk, and you have a rough day ahead of you tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "``` Some time later ```" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*As the two trecked onwards, they'd seem to come upon a manor. Windows light with the yellow tint of candles, as if the house could not rest despite the time. The guard at the front door allows them to pass upon seeing Raylen, and their inside quickly.*\n\n*The building's interior is well kept, a testament to Raylen's skill. They seemed to be in the living room, where a fire place roared and a man sat in a red felt chair.*" }, { "author": "Alexander Maximus Whitfield", "message": "\"Raylen! You're finally back. Once the sun had set I had begun to worry... Who's that?\" \n\n*The man stands, making himself known. A beastkin, more specifically a cat. Well groomed and comfortably dressed, he stares with concern and suspicion at the stranger.*\n\"And why is she hurt?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Unfortunately, while the walk helped with circulation, Senri was still drunk. Less so compared to on the bridge, but most definitely nowhere near 'sober'. Thus she was restricted to the basic skill 'coherent speech', but not 'reading the room' or 'logical thinking'.\n\n\"I lost to her in a fight, so here I am! As for my identity... Mhmm, I should have my papers somewhere...\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"It is as she says... I apologize for the wait, as well as the waste of supplies. We both have sustained injuries...\" \n*Raylen spoke with a deep regret, having to put her master out like this. She nudged Senri as if she should apologize as well, though she suspected the idea was lost on her.*\n\n\"I have gathered dinner from the market, and will begin cooking after I lock up this woman.\"\n*Raylen offered a bow to her lord, and gave a more forceful push to Senri with the barrel of her pistol.*" }, { "author": "Alexander Maximus Whitfield", "message": "*Alex seemed pensive about the moments described to him. Who was this woman in custody? Why did she attack? Why did she look so calm with such wounds...*\n\"Yes... Make sure you dress her wounds as well. I won't have a corpse on my property before we alert the guards.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Senri's gaze alternated between the two of them, and then she connected the dots and tilted her head towards Raylen.\n\n\"Ah, so you were a real maid after all. My apologies on that front, at least. And the good fellow here must be your employer? Sorry I ended up delaying your meal-Ow!\"\n\nThe oni pouted, but acquisited to the pushing either way." }, { "author": "Alexander Maximus Whitfield", "message": "*Alexander glances to the woman as she speaks, but doesn't seem to respond. Instead, that duty is bestowed upon Raylen.*" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Yes, I am; Yes, that is my lord. A simple apology will not be enough.\" \n\n*Raylen spoke sternly as she pushes Senri onwards. Through the twisting stone walls and through what seemed like a section of rooms. They stop at the last door on the hall, to which Senri is pushed inside.*\n\n*Looking around, the room seemed unreasonably nice for that of a prisoner's room. Granted the lock to keep people out was instead a lock to keep people in. Raylen locks said door, and peeks through the barred slot in the door.*\n\"I will be back later with bandaging... Try not to bleed everywhere.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"If that is thine wish...\" The oni shrugged, eyeing the furniture and ultimately making the decision to sit on the floor instead. At least cleaning that would be simpler than getting it onto anything else.\n\nIt would be after Raylen left that Senri decided to take a gander at bandaging herself, despite, well... Not having any experience in that field. Then again, surely slapping pieces of cloth across wounds wasn't that difficult? Though she didn't exactly have any bandages on hand...\n\nAnyone coming in to check on her next would find cloth haphazardly wrapped around her chest and crudely tied, with blood still seeping and dyeing it red it certainly would be one of the bandaging attempts of all time.\n\nHer arm cover lay on the floor besides her, having been cannibalized for cloth, as did the upper half of her outerwear." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*As Raylen returned, the sound of a cart followed her. A cart containing medical supplies. She unlocks the door, and steps inside to find... What she could only describe as a mess before her. She stares in minor disbelief, a look that turns into annoyed glare.*\n\"Tch- Fool. I said I would bandage you, did I not?\" \n\n*She approaches the woman and observes her attempts at stopping the bleeding. Her final grade taking form in a final word.*\n\"Wrong.\" \n\n*Without further ado, Raylen begins to undress and redress Senri. Specifically her wounds, moving efficiently and without mercy for what pain the woman might experience.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"And I heard thee. But it's better to get it on mine clothes than the floor, no?\"\n\nThe oni shrugged, staying relatively still through it all and staring at Raylen with much curiosity, though she did wince at the assessment score handed out. \"Hey, cut me a little break. I don't know a thing about medicine. Besides...\"\n\nShe crossed her arms, a pondering expression appearing on her face. \"Why *Are* You even bandaging me up, little one? I don't recall there being any Runran customs that the winner of the fight should be taking care of the loser.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen scowled at Senri's reasoning. Grabbing her arms rather roughly and stopping her from crossing them. She needed Senri to be still and free to bandage her.*\n\"I hate people who don't listen.\" \n\n*Raylen continued to work, and soon enough Senri found herself not quite comfortable, but not leaking blood either. The maid stands up, seemingly finished with her task.*\n\"Because my lord commanded me so. How could a maid do otherwise?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"I mean, you told me that you would bandage me, and not to get my blood everywhere. All things considered—\" She shrugged again. \"I'd say I did a good job of listening to you. Credit where it's due, mhm?\"\n\nSeeing as the maid was done with patching her up and was once again standing, Senri crossed her arms once more, looking up at her.\n\n\"Hmm... Nope, I still don't get it.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The Maid simply turned away from Senri, denying the drunk's supposed glory. She picks up the excess bandaging, tossing them into the cart.*\n\"No, I suppose you wouldn't. Someone like you wouldn't know what it means to serve.\" \n\n*She breathed out a 'hmph', and moved to exit the room.*\n\"Now that you won't die- Try to sleep. We'll take you to a guard house in the morning.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"...You're right.\" And for the only time that evening is her tone somber, the oni slowly rising to her feet. But she doesn't move or reach out — just stood there.\n\n\"I've done a few stints behind a counter. Nothing fancy, but it's give-and-take when it comes to work. And the way I see it, you're doing a lot of the giving without any of the taking, so if that is what it means to serve, then yes, I wouldn't understand it.\"\n\nHaving said thus, she moved over to a nearby chair and took a seat, a little sigh escaping her lips. \"Either way, thank you for treating my wounds. I'll see you when the sun rises, little one.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen simply shakes her head as she closes the door. An echoing click as she locks the door at steps back. Giving Senri a final look before stepping back.*\n\n*Then, she steps away, guiding the cart along with her. Senri will have a peaceful, if not painful night of healing ahead for her.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Have fun in prison maybe Jos can help you escape" }, { "author": ".boch", "message": "She'll just either wait it out or break out" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Bag, check. Rations, check. Campfire, check. The oni speared a fish on a branch and left it roasting over the flames, then stared glumly at the opened box of bottles that did not contain liquor. Just plain fruit juice.\n\nShe'd only recently been released after an unfortunate altercation (that was another story) and unfortunately for her, being caught buying an equal quantity of wine would most likely earn her another visit to the guards, which she was not all that enthusiastic about. Then again, few likely would.\n\nThe fire crackles. Senri turned the fish over, exposing the other side to the heat and then paused, ears straining. There seemed to be some unusual noises in the background.\n\nFaint shouting, perhaps, and... The ringing of metal on metal. She didn't grow up in the area, but there was definitely no smithery around. The oni hesitates.\n\nAfter a few moments, she sighed, stamped out the fire, and quietly made her way towards where the sounds were coming from." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The sounds became clearer as Senri closed in. What sounded like men shouting to one another, occasionally paused by a deathly scream. The sound of metal slamming against metal, as well as gunshots that rung out into the night.*\n\n*As time went on, the total number of voices seemed to dwindle. Following along the road to a familiar area, one that led to the manor that imprisoned Senri long ago. On the side of the road, a basket containing groceries. Now, the sound leads off the trail to what seemed like a clearing.*\n\n*Within, a multitude of bodies are found. Some are riddled with bullet holes, more than a couple torn apart with what was probably a spear. In the center stands a familiar face, a girl in an armored maids outfit. In one hand, a short sword, and the other a shield. She seemed to be on her last legs, with one too many bandits around her. Senri could count three in total.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Senri was... Understandably, not in a great mood. Her dinner had just been interrupted, and now she'd chanced upon (at least from her perspective) a bunch of no-gooders ganging up on one person. Perhaps one shouldn't judge another by the quality of their dressing, but the oni never once claimed to be a paragon of virtue. Besides, since she had no ability to see well in the night, she hadn't yet recognised Raylen.\n\n\"Begone, foul creatures!\"\n\nThe oni didn't bother to draw any of her weapons. She planted her feet softly but firmly into the ground, braced herself, and charged out of the undergrowth at full speed, aiming to catch at least two... Which she did. The last one barely avoided the charge, so instead she reached out with her other hand as she passed. Her hand snagged his collar.\n\nAnd then she was standing over three fainted bandits, rubbing her own head and examining the newly-created human-sized impression in the tree trunk." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen seemed relieved, a sigh escaping from her lips. Her certain demise might of just became a less certain one. However, there was still one other person next to her. The maid sucked in her breath, turned to her new opponent, and- Not again.*\n\n*Unlike Senri, Raylen possessed quite good night vision. Though she may wish she hadn't as she finds a face she thought she wouldn't see again.*\n\"Not you-\" \n\n*A few words slip out from her sheer dismay. She doesn't ease up on her fighting stance, but asks Senri something.*\n\"Are you a friend or foe this time?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "**This** Time? Did she run into an acquaintance? The oni turned around quizzically, squinted hard at Raylen, and... Oh.\n\n*Oh.*\n\nAll the grumpiness seeped out of her.\n\n\"Weeell, I wonder what thou meanst, good lady? I'm just a simple traveller passing by that hast decided to lend thee mine aid, nothing more.\"\n\nThe oni was refusing to make eye contact." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Is that so? T-then you won't mind-\" \n*Raylen is unable to finish her sentence. Perhaps the familiarity from Senri's face allowed her to relax a smidge too much. Her muscles giving in as her leg, perhaps injured, buckles under her.*\n\n*She crashes to the floor and groans loudly after a moment.*\n\"Why did it have to be you? And those damn fuckers... I'm gonna be late to Master's dinner again...\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Thou art injured.\"\n\nSenri was not known for her brilliant deductive ability. She quickly made her way over, squatting down by Raylen and pulling out a sizeable roll of bandaging.\n\n\"Hold still now...\"\n\nWith the lack of proper night vision of her own to work with, the oni clicked her tongue and struck a match, setting up a makeshift torch." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"No shit-\" \n*Raylen cursed like a sailor, her usual 'polite' mask shattered by the attack. She watches as Senri fumbles around and groans as the woman realizes she cannot see.*\n\"God how could this happen... I can't go back like this...\" \n\n*But where could she go? This woman beside her must have a camp... But no, she couldn't rely on HER of all people. Why did it have to be her here...*\n\"I might die...\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Not on my watch.\" There was a firmness underneath the oni's uncharacteristically soft tone, even as she avoided meeting Raylen's gaze. All the while her hands move, applying bandages to the injuries that she could (now) see.\n\nAfter a while, Senri wrapped up (heh) the treatment process.\n\n\"This should suffice until I get you home.\" Still avoiding eye contact. \"And your fellows can take over once we get there.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"W-wait. Stop!\" \n*Raylen realizes what Senri had meant to do a second too late. As the Oni lifted Raylen's skirt to see her leg, she'd find something like a tail. It looked... Damaged. Mangled. Ruined...*\n\n*Raylen stared in quiet bewilderment. This situation was too much. She had to bare the shame of being injured, the shame of having to be saved by THIS woman. Bare the shame of failing her master and unable to complete her task. And now this? Her greatest secret, her deepest insecurity on display to this stranger. Raylen chocked out a cry. Her stoic, reserved expression battling against a sudden urge to bawl her eyes out. She put her hands up to her face and attempt to block out the world, or hide from Senri.*\n\"I want to die. Just let me die...\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"...\"\n\nHad she been a priestess, for example, Senri might have had an idea of *Exactly* What to say in these sort of situations. But she wasn't, and so she could only guess.\n\n\n\n*What do I do here? Should I praise her for having a pretty tail? No, that'd probably backfire, won't it? Still, I can't exactly say nothing... Hm? That tail...*\n\nWhat would her own mother have done in this situation?\n\n*Probably just picked her up and went home... Yeah, that's a no.*\n\nSo Senri did the only thing that didn't seem like it'd end in disaster. She picked up Raylen in a bridal carry, and started for her camp.\n\n\"Some food in your belly should do you good, I reckon.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen sniffled and huffed, trying to fight her tears. A gasp as she's lifted into the air by Senri. She noticeably doesn't resist, her hands occupied with hiding her face. Although she's quite quiet for the duration of the lift.*\n\n*Raylen was quite muscular, and the metal plates in her dress wasn't helping. Though Senri could probably handle it, especially since the maid was so docile.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "It didn't take long at all for the oni to return to her previous camp, following the scent of charcoal originating from the long-extinguished fire. She placed Raylen on the same log she'd sat on earlier, and turned towards the pit expectantly.\n\nSomething had nicked the fish while she was gone. A wild animal, most likely.\n\n*Damn it.*\n\nImprovising, she dug a pot out from her bag and threw the wild vegetables she'd planned to eat into it, adding water and turning it into soup. Not a culinary masterpiece by a long shot — but it was hot, and that would have to suffice. Every now and then, she would glance back at Raylen.\n\n\"...I have to say, I didn't expect to meet my kin all the way out here.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen sits on the log quietly. She brings her knees up to her face, seeming to ball up. She tucks her face into her lap, properly hiding away now. She doesn't seem much for conversation in the moment.*\n\n*A breeze comes by, causing the woman to shiver. She peeks up from her lap, wiping away her tears as she gazes at the fire. She only glances at Senri, then focuses on warming herself up some more.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "As she tended to the fire, Senri noted the lack of a response. She wasn't all that surprised, really. Not after having accidentally seen... That.\n\n\"Are you cold? Have a sip of this, it'll make you feel better.\" She said, ladling a bowl of soup — were one generous enough to call it that — and making her way over, holding out said bowl to Raylen. Either way, she would hold two fingers (or attempt to, at least) up against the girl's forehead, checking for a potential fever." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"I-im fine...\"\n*Raylen squeaked out, trying to retain her refined tone but ultimately breaking. She looks back to Senri, her eyes training on the soup. Hesitantly picking the bowl up, before she quietly sips. It was... Bad. But warmed her bones just right.*\n\n*Raylen seemed out of it enough for Senri to sneak a feel of her forehead. Her head was certainly hot enough, she'd need a healer or some medicine soon. Senri is also able to feel what might be a pair of filed down horns. More evidence of her Oni heritage, usually unseen from their reduced size and hidden behind her bangs. Upon realizing she's being felt up, Raylen pulls away and cups her head defensively.*\n\"I-i said I was fine!\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Not at that temperature.\" She made a note of the two little bits that jutted out — although she was already fairly certain what they might be — but that was hardly the priority here. The older oni gave her kin a deadpan stare before walking off and digging through her bag, pulling out an animal skin cloak.\n\n\"It'll only get colder as time passes, so put this on for now.\" Half-draping the article of clothing haphazardly around Raylen's shoulders. \"I'll bring you back once you're ready.\"\n\nFor now, Senri produced a wooden cup and poured herself some fruit juice, downing it in a shot. Bleh. She should probably remind herself to pick up the groceries on the way too." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen seemed to settle once more, cupping the bowl of soup with both hands as she's covered. She slowly but surely gulps the liquid down, before settling the coat over her shoulders neatly. She seemed comfy for now, and to of calmed for the moment.*\n\n*She looks at Senri, seeming to run a few questions through her mind. She decided on which to ask first, gathering herself and clearing her throat.*\n\"What now...?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Senri looked up from her beverage.\n\n\"That's up to you. If you wish for it, I can escort you back immediately. If you want to hang around here a little longer... Well, that's also fine, though it can be a little boring.\"\n\nThe larger oni broke into a grin.\n\n\"There's more soup, if you're still hungry.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"God no-... I mean... No thanks.\" \n*Raylen sighed and wondered what she'd do next. Now that she was calmer and clear of mind... She should probably head back to the manor. Injured or not, she still had groceries to deliver. Plus if she made her master worry it would just be worse. She nods to Senri, slowly and carefully standing.*\n\"I'd appreciate... Um... If-... If you don't mind me asking. Why did you help me? Even after you realized who I was...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"If you say so.\"\n\nSenri cracked a smile; one that had a tinge of worry as she too rose and went over, offering a supporting arm. It would disintegrate completely after hearing the question.\n\n\"...Because it was the right thing to do.\"\n\nIlluminated by the flickering campfire, for just the slightest moment Senri appeared to have two black horns jutting out from her forehead above her eyebrows, pupils an elliptical white and awash in flame — then the moment passed and there stood simply a tall macen-like lady without any horns.\n\n\"Especially for my kinsmen from afar.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Wha-?\" \n*Raylen blinked at the sudden flash of Senri's transformation. She seemed... Extremely confused and a little frightened. Was that intentional? What kind of secret was she keeping? Did she even want to know? It was as if she just now remembered how much of a stranger this woman in front of her was.*\n\n*Raylen gave out a shaky sigh, looking at Senri as she appeared as a macen once more.*\n\"I see... I suppose you are more noble than I thought... If just a little.\" \n*Raylen shifted lightly, looking back to where they came.*\n\"We should get going. My groceries might of been eaten by creatures by now...\"" }, { "author": ".boch", "message": "Might be a good place to end I think" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Among the crowds was again, a hidden Oni of growing familiarity. Her last run in with Senri made her... Well, uncomfortable to say the least. If she could help it she'd rather not see the woman at all, alas she had duties to carry out. With her luck, Raylen would probably run straight into Senri and-*\n\n*Perhaps Senri would be able to dodge or block it, but Raylen hadn't been paying attention to her walk. The young Maid Knight sauntering right into Senri and doubling back onto the floor.*\n\"Gah-\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Perhaps Senri might have managed to turn around and steady Raylen before she took a spill, but as it turned out, the stick of barbecued meat had flown out of her hands and the wandering oni had instead reached out to grab it before it landed on the floor. Priorities.\n\nIt was only after ensuring the food was fine and having stuck it back in the bag that Senri turned to investigate, hand stretching out.\n\n\"Carefully now. Art thou harmed? Allow me to assist thee to thy feet... Ah.\" Recognition flickered in her irises. \"Little one! It hast been a fair while.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The maid found herself on the floor in a small cloud of dirt. Blinking blankly as she realized what happened and who it was she'd bumped into.*\n\"Not you again-\" \n\n*She blurted out almost mindlessly, a small blush on her cheeks as she realized what she'd said. She cleared her throat and shook her head, taking Senri's hand.*\n\"N-no, I'm fine. *Ahem*. My apologies for running into you like that. My mind was wandering.\"\n\n*Just as every time, a basket laid by Raylen's side, half filled with groceries for her lord. Only now the produce has spilled out onto the floor, Raylen scrambling to recover her goods upon noticing.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Hahaha! Think naught of it, little one.\" Her mood improving considerably, the chuckling Senri would store her paper bag and then attempt to catch Raylen in a hug, armor and all.\n\n\"Mhm, it would appear that some sort of string connects us. I was just thinking about how nice it would be to run into people that I know, and voila. And as always, you have quite the large basket.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The maid managed to collect her items. Proceeding to dust her robes off before being caught in a bear hug. The Oni somewhat easily crushed in Senri's arms, warranting a slight gasp.*\n\n\"Please- Let go, we're amongst common folk-\" \n*Raylen protested, attempting to peel herself out of Senri's grip. Assuming she managed to do so, she'd put a few steps between them and clear her throat again.*\n\"Yes, it's grocery day- I take it your doing some shopping yourself?\"\n*Raylen glanced at the kabab in the oni's hand, unspoiled by their previous run in.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Aww...\" Senri pouted, but released Raylen in quick order and watched as she scooted a little bit away, resisting the urge to laugh.\n\n\"Mhm! Here, take one.\" She reached into the paper bag and pulled out another kebab, still steaming slightly in the cool air, after which her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. \"Still, the number of people on these grounds are truly formidable. Do you always shop in such conditions?\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*The Oni quietly took the kebab, half out of politeness and half general confusion. She looked at the thing as if it were an alien, then back at Senri.*\n\"Yes, it's my job. Once you learn the grounds, it's not very difficult to get around. Assuming you don't meet any of the local pickpockets...\"\n\n*Speaking of, Raylen did a quick once over at their surroundings. Checking for any signs of a familiar face in their surroundings.*\n\"They tend to be quite bothersome.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Senri bit back a comment about her perceived inefficiency of the local guards, and instead her thoughts drifted over to her kinsman that'd found a life here.\n\n\"By the way, we've gone through enough to be considered acquaintances now and you've even seen me topless, but I've yet to know your name...\" A teasing glint sparkled in the older Oni's eyes, grin stretching from ear to ear." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen blinked at the realization that they hadn't even had a proper introduction. They HAD always been distracted with some threat or another every time they met. Wait, topless? Raylen stared, the wheels in her head clearly turning as she remembers back and- Oh yes. She has.*\n\n\"*AHEM*. This is far from the place or time to bring such things up... As for introductions, I believe you're correct.\" \n\n*Raylen decidedly sits her basket down on the road. Her hands coming to the sides of her maid dress, curtseying to the taller Oni in a well practiced manner.*\n\n\"My name is Raylen Vorn, interim vassel of House Whitiker.\"\n\n*She then looks at Senri expectantly.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Now the larger oni broke into a guffaw, dabbing away at the corner of her eye.\n\n\"Sorry, I couldn't quite help myself.\" Even though she said that, the grin on Senri's face all but suggested that she was not, in fact, all that apologetic about the teasing. She observed Raylen's extremely polished self-introduction.\n\n*As expected, it looks very nice, but I don't really get it...*\n\nKicking that thought to the part of her head, she reciprocated with a bow.\n\n\"Senri of the Ichikawa family, from Keguntan. It's nice to meet you, little Raylen.\" She would attempt to casually follow up with patting Raylen on the head." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"A pleasure, Senri.\" \n*So, she finally had a name to put to the face. It was a little odd, only just now learning that. Like someone who clearly knew you long ago, but you've completely forgotten about.*\n\n*Raylen politely blocks and lowers Senri's hand.*\n\"I take it you're not doing much right now? I suppose the polite thing to do would be offering to join me in the rest of my shopping.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"I suppose I am quite free at the moment, indeed.\" Senri withdrew her hand, looking slightly disappointed. \"And I don't mind lending you a hand, but procuring groceries is hardly a strength of mine, even if I had a shopping list. And it's not like me being around will speed up things... Hmmm.\"\n\nThe larger oni's gaze alternated between the crowd and Raylen, who she was confident would vanish into it if she glanced away for a moment, and brightened with sudden understanding.\n\n\"Ah, so *That's* Your idea? Pretty efficient; I like it.\" Regardless of what Senri thought she understood, she would crouch down, patting her shoulder with one hand. \"Well then, go ahead and get on.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen stared in a state of confusion and wonder as Senri lowered herself. She seemed rather oblivious to what Senri had planned until she spelt it out. To which the smaller Oni would sigh and shake her head, attempting to set Senri up on her feet again.*\n\"That won't do at all. I am a servant, I can't be seen lugged around like some useless sack. Besides, with your reputation someone might think you're kidnapping me.\" \n\n*Raylen huffed and took her basket in hand. Once more she looked around to find her location and plan her next route. She turned away, glancing back at Senri and tilting her head to follow.*\n\"I do not require a mount. But... The company will suffice.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Aww...\" Senri sighed as she got up again, but internally she would make a note to someday convince Raylen to sit on her shoulders. Perhaps the height difference would be effective in achieving that. She slung her bag properly over both shoulders, and nodded her head in return as if to say, *Go ahead*.\n\n\"I must admit though, I didn't expect you to ask me to accompany you.\" Her voice was quieter now, but the smile was very much discernable." }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Well you did say we are aquaintances. Friends spawn from acquaintances, and my Lord has been pressing me to find someone I could call such.\"\n\n*The woman rolled her eyes gently as she began her march to her next destination. She soon arrived at what seemed like a small butcher's stand, a collection of meats and such around. She gazes over his stock, and picks out a pair of T-bone steaks.*\n\"You've- *Learned* A lot about me from our time together, whether voluntary on my part or not. You remain a mystery however.\"\n\n*That seemed to be Raylen's way of asking Senri to share a bit about herself. Raylen didn't know much about the woman beside her, save for her race, skills as a warrior, and cup size. She produces a dozen silver coins from her purse and sets them on the butcher's counter, before stowing the meats.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Ah, so you wouldn't have asked otherwise? You wound me, little Raylen. Right here.\" Senri grasped at her own heart in mock hurt, though the smile quickly surfaces on her face. \"I'm joking. It makes me quite happy that you're considering me to be your first.\"\n\nThe larger oni similarly sized up the butcher's wares. She did already buy plenty of kebabs, but at her eating speed they would last no longer than one meal. Perhaps she would circle back later and buy a little something as well, afterwards.\n\n\"That's true, hmm... How about this? I'll answer your next three questions truthfully, and for every question you ask beyond those I'll ask you one in return.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"Don't get in over your head Senri. I'm only considering it.\"\n\n*The maid responded in her standard sharp tone. Her heels clack against the stone floor as she steps on to her next destination. She pondered Senri's offer, figuring she could probe enough out of her to satisfy any curiosity in three questions.*\n\n\"Fine. For my first question... The last time we met, by the fire. You... I saw you change, only for a moment. You had horns, like a proper Oni, and looked quite frankly terrifying. What was that all about?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Mhm, that's good enough for me.\"\n\nThe larger oni grinned in satisfaction as she followed along, her footfalls slowing down to match Raylen's pace. It would take a few moments for the question to sink in, and the moment it did —\n\n\"...Oh.\" She blanched. \"I'm sorry. It must have been quite unpleasant to witness.\" She would glance at the people walking by and hesitated some more.\n\n\"That's my real appearance.\" Senri eventually admitted. \"It's not my best look, so I hid it away. Still, it shows up whenever I lose my calm.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Lose her calm? Had she lost her calm in that moment...? She couldn't place what was exactly said at that time. Apparently it was enough to make her lose her edge though.*\n\"Oh. I see. I apologize for dragging it up then... Ahem.\" \n\n*Raylen cleared her throat and glanced around again. This time she sauntered over to an herb stand, a collection of different spices and seasonings on display. She took a dozen of each in the exchange.*\n\"I must have started too strong there... Let's try something simpler. You said you don't live here, correct? Where do you live then, and why do I keep running into you?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Don't be. It's a failing on my part.\"\n\nEven so, her expression was one of relief as she watched Raylen purchase herbs, even more so when the next question was posited.\n\n\"Strictly speaking, my residence is back in Keguntan, at the family estate. Over here, I just camp out in the wild. I'm also on the road a lot, but recently I've been sticking around these parts because of that upcoming event. You know, the uh... Atterbek Tournament?\" That was probably not it. \"As for why we've met quite a few times now, I honestly have no idea, but I'll like to think it's fate.\"\n\nHaving said that line, she grinned." } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"I see.\"\n*Atterbek? It sounded vaguely familiar to the maid, despite being complete gibberish. She made it a point to learn the figure heads around the area, and that must of been close to one. Her last question was a bit of a waste admittedly, after all it wasn't like she was being stalked. Probably.*\n\n*Now, that was three questions. She debated asking more, wondering if indulging her curiosity further was worth having to talk about herself.*\n\"Hm... You seem like a competent warrior. Where did you learn to fight, Senri?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Now that takes me back.\" Senri managed a grin, though it seemed that her heart wasn't in it. \"My hometown was along a river leading further into inland Baninta, and there were plenty of dangerous beasts around. I picked up fighting there.\" She sighed a little then. \"Alas, such beasts are exclusive to Baninta, and I've not hunted one in decades. My skills have gotten rusty.\"\n\nThe larger oni picked up and toyed around with a clove of garlic, snapping out of her nostalgia. \"So, what about you? That spearmanship made quite an impression.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"I'll count that as your question.\"\n*Raylen hummed to herself, wondering where exactly she should start. Their walk together had proven long, and Raylen seemed to be finished with her shopping. Though she didn't quite pull away from Senri just yet.*\n\n\"I learned in Salvainia, at a school for vassals like me. My mentor taught me the spear, so I could defend myself and my lord as a Maid-Knight.\"\n\n*She supposed she'd shown Senri her spear work first hand. The aftermath of her other skill's use was probably lost on Senri, who lacked night vision to see the corpses on that night.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"A Maid-Knight, huh... Seems like quite a mouthful. Wouldn't battle maids have been easier to say? But I digress.\" Salvainia was, admittedly, somewhere she hadn't really visited yet - not properly, at least. Perhaps she could consider it as a destination in the near future.\n\n\"...It might be a while until we meet again.\" Senri eyed Raylen's basket. \"I'll walk you back to your lodgings, at least halfway, if you don't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "*Raylen seems to pout as Senri criticized her title.*\n\"A knight is a noble and powerful person. Battle Maids just makes us sound rowdy and unpleasant.\" \n\n*Raylen kept a steady pace as she walked, glancing back at Senri for a moment.*\n\"Oh? Why's that?\" \n\n*She raised an eyebrow to the Oni, but shrugged her offer. She had no reason to object, although her tone was a little worrisome.*\n\"You mentioned a tournament... Will you be there?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Is that so.\" A note of humor slipped into her voice. \"In that case, I'll look forward to seeing you riding on horseback someday.\"\n\nShe would remain silent for a few moments, staring off into the horizon, before turning back to Raylen and managing an absentminded smile.\n\n\"Yes, I'll be participating. It's not everyday that I get to stretch my joints a little and be paid for it, after all.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Raylen Vorn", "message": "\"I'm afraid I don't share your enthusiasm. The senseless sport of violence leaves a poor taste in my mouth.\"\n\n*She shook her head as they walked on. The faint figure of an esteemed mansion would start to come into view on the horizon.*\n\n\"Still, I imagine I cannot prevent you from going. So... Stay safe, won't you?\"\n\n*She clears her throat as if to rephrase.*\n\"That is to say, I'd rather not have my prospect and efforts towards a 'friend' bled in the street.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "Her face first showed surprise, then softened further into a smile.\n\n\"I will. Thank you.\"\n\nThen the estate came into view and Senri took that as her cue.\n\n\"Looks like we'll be splitting here.\" Her voice had regained the laid-back confidence it usually exhibited. \"I'll see you around, my kinsman.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "We can call it with that" } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Kaori gave a respectful dip of her head to the Minister before speaking in turn.*\"I hear there's been a few issues going on in the Empire.\"*The Naga began.*\"If I remember correctly, some thing's have been turning up missing; not ending up where they're supposed to be, perhaps?\"*Kaori studied the Kemonomimi as she spoke as if she could receive an answer just as easily through simply watching.*\"I simply wish to know what you know. You are quite renowned for your ability to gather information and work behind the scenes. If anyone would have the faintest idea of what was happening to the empire, I know it would be you.\"*She added with a smile.*" }, { "author": "Minister Mei Hua of The Shadow Fox Clan", "message": "\"My group knows many things. As for intelligence on missing gear, things not ending up where they should be... I believe I have intel. My sources say that the equipment tends to disappear on route. If I had to guess they make an unscheduled stop, or are being ambushed somewhere, and forced to give up part of their haul. But the intel further on is not the most certain, it is mostly just rumors.\"\n\n*The Kemonomimi's face mostly remained blank, as she spoke, her eyes glancing at the potential recruit before her with a small nod.*\n\n\"As for other intel going forward, we shall see if you earn that.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Of course, I'd expect to have earn your trust for such things.\"*She says in return.*\"Perhaps I can take care of the issues along the trade routes in proving my worth here. I presume you know the routes quite well. I can gather a team to investigate and potentially intercept whatever it may be that's preventing the supplies from getting to where they need to be. Should perhaps take a little weight off your shoulders and provide you with more knowledge of what may be happening here.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Minister Mei Hua of The Shadow Fox Clan", "message": "*The Kitsune nodded her head.\n\n\"Perhaps you can indeed. That would be steps towards proving yourself, yes. As for the route it seems to be along the Eastern roads leading towards the North, somewhere out there it seems to lighten its load around the halfway point. Whatever they are doing, it could be related to some rumors I've heard about bandits in the area, preying upon travelers and the odd Imperial Messenger. So removing them would benefit our Empire greatly. But... I would want their leader brought alive if possible. Someone clever enough to get away with this could make coordinating new routes, supply lines, and bases efficient. If they can't be recovered, a shame, but you will have earned some more intel to be given certainly.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*It was odd to think that this issue could simply be from a bunch of bandits, but she supposed that it was most realistic assumption at the moment despite Kaori suspecting it to be a bigger threat with current tensions. She would remain cautious regardless.*\"Do you perchance have a map I can utilize? I'm still very new to the area and typically try to avoid the main roads for, well as you can guess obvious reasons now.\"*She says in indication of the bandit rumors.*\"I'll see what I can find along the route. If I'm fortunate enough to find the leader in the process I'll be sure to bring them back here on a silver platter for you.\"*Kaori says with a smirk.*\"Worst case, we come back equally empty handed, but I don't plan on it.\"" }, { "author": "Minister Mei Hua of The Shadow Fox Clan", "message": "\"A map will be provided with the next convoy's scheduled route. I believe it doesn't leave for another week, as Administrator Wei Feng is overlooking the shipment personally. I do believe he is innocent in this whole fiasco, but I cannot rule out the potential. His career as a soldier in the Imperial Army when he was younger has me believe he isn't involved, as his unit lost people to a sickness due to lacking supplies. But... Anything is possible in this world.\"\n\n\"As for the worst case we find them during another supply run.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Kaori raised an eyebrow at the idea of someone with such good status possibly being involved in it.*\"Maybe we can find an opportunity to speak with him then.\"*She says.*\"Not to put any blame on him, but to see where his suspicions may lie. Might even have the chance to investigate possible, local interference. Always the possibility of someone working behind the scenes that understands the trades just as well as him. A little investigation never hurt. Wouldn't want to risk any there being any more loss than what he went through I'm sure.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nobuna Yamamato", "message": "*The Badger Kemonomimi would be aiming her Arquebus whilst saddled on one of the various horses of her squad. The horse seemed to be unaccustomed to the gunfire, as once she fired it reared it up, squealing and trying to buck the Badger Kemonomimi off. She curses at it in Runran before gripping the reins, and speaking in a calming tone.*\n\n*She looked back at the target, seeing the shot had landed close to where she had aimed, and sighing. She waited until the horse was calmed, and took aim with a pistol, firing it, and quickly firing a second while she gripped the reigns, and held on as the horse reacted in a bit of a fright as expected.*\n\n*\"Damn it!\"*\n\n*She mutters once again, before lowering her voice, until she was practically cooing at the poor frightened horse. She glanced back at the target sighing as she sees she had missed even worse than the prior shot.*\n\n*\"Damn. I missed again. What is going on with my aim?\"*\n\n*She cursed out in Runran, sighing softly.*" }, { "author": "Zed Yurei", "message": "*The sound of gunfire repeatedly echoed in his ears, along with the sounds of horses neighing and cursing. He had planned to take an isolated spot at the range, but it seems that someone else there got there first.*\n\n*When he arrived he spotted the badger trying to control the horse, armed with a pistol.*\n\n\"Mind if I join?\"\n\n*The stranger was dressed in simple farmer's clothes, a ragged cloak covering his figure. Only his hands and legs could be made out, though his black hair and brilliant blue eyes shone through.*" }, { "author": "Nobuna Yamamato", "message": "*The Badger would look up from the horse she was saddled on, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the person before her. She looked at him for a few moments, trying to gauge him, and not seeing anything that would immediately deter her, she nodded.*\n\n\"Sure. What do you use?\"\n\n*She asked as she put the pistol into its holster, and unslung the 2nd Arquebus she carried, aiming it down range. She took care to really hone her shot before firing. This shot would ultimately land noticeably much further than the prior shots, and as expected the horse reared up and whinnied in shock, though it was more relaxed than prior shots at least.*\n\n\"Nobuna.\"\n\n*She said, glancing back to him once she had calmed the war horse. Then she dismounted, and whistled to a man standing at the edge of the range.*\n\n\"Oi! Get me another one! This one's heard enough today!\"\n\n*The man rushed over to take the mount, leading it off. And she didn't look back the man before her until the pair had wandered off back to their resting area. Then she apologized with a small bow of her head.*\n\n\"Sorry about those interruptions. Training the horses to be more accustomed to gunfire.\"" }, { "author": "Zed Yurei", "message": "*Zed pulled out a bo shuriken the size of a small sword, slender and pointed, yet hefty enough to cause serious damage.*\n\n\"These. Pretty simple. Though their placement has always been a pain.\"\n\n*He threw one with quite some force at a target, which hit its mark, but smacked using the side and bounced off.*\n\n\"Ah, it's one of those day huh? Zed.\"\n\n*He took out a pair of dice, 6 sided, and rolled both of them in his hand. Both came up with 1s.*\n\n\"Yep, I knew it. Snake eyes. Have you been having some shitty luck too?\"" }, { "author": "Nobuna Yamamato", "message": "*She watched the man take out his shuriken, and her eyebrow raised higher as she watched it. She recognized it as a relatively Shinobi weapon, something she found personally rather foreign.*\n\n\"Don't think I've ever seen one of those. You must be one of those tourists from the Empire come to seek glory in the Altanbek's Tournament?\"\n\n*She asked, and felt a small laugh of amusement escape when she spotted his shuriken hit its mark but bounce off ultimately. A poor shot is something she remembered well from her early training. Though she shrugged a little about his question on poor luck.*\n\n\"I don't believe in luck, especially while I still have ammunition from which to dispense upon my foes.\"\n\n*She said with another laugh.*\n\n\"But, it would seem my accuracy has been not as well maintained as it should be... Perhaps I should have signed up in the earlier rounds of the Tournament.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "\"Will you-\" *Ehakli cut herself off with an exasperation of thought. She only knew this land so much, but in her length, the idea seemed disastrous at best. Animals were often associated with an uncleanness in company, which to her memory and studies barred a number of silent doors. Still, these were unusual circumstances, the fragility of a macenlike mind at stake, and so at the very least, Ehakli played her centuries of practicing mundane deception into not appearing annoyed at such a prospect. The silver lost just to afford the creatures space on the ship in lieu of cargo alone was a task scolded through profit and consideration in the eyes of the one Lord Oilbreis alone; a thing that found a cutting of no small depth that she lost the advantage of age with as the old tholian himself was one of the few who indulged in life extension rituals, and knew a sloppy adjustment from a clerical error a mile away in the tedium of time's experience. Ehakli just smiled, and dipped her head.* \"I'm certain we can make arrangements. Now, get you rest, girl. Even the prospect of relaxation requires a healthy rest beforehand.\" *The ancient of Aibaer then gave some commands to Qi in Runran, which was met with a nod and a polite momentary retreat.*\n\n*By the time tea was finished, Qi returned with a short stand of paper and ink, which the tholian thanked for with a suggestive tapping of her own quill upon the side of the kettle, sending the servant away again.* \"I shall be writing letters for some Lymian business before I retire, please do your best to acclimate to the floor comforts; these people do not believe in separating slumber from the realm of insects.\" *She said, gesturing to one of the luxuriously pillowed futon beddings in the room.*\n\n*Ehakli then got to work, writing in crisp, precise Runran lettering a series of pleasantries across a number of sheets, of destination surmised from both memory and the kindly Qi in short questioning interactions over tea. The servant g\n\nAve simple, if meandering, guidance in the native tongue on the name of certain locations dotting around the volcanic slope by the capitol city, but would respond with a polite negative on the assumption of such special accommodations the tholian inquired upon. As candles snuffed into their own pools of melt, a final consideration was garnered, and Qi was dismissed with Ehakli's letters, and the elf finally crawled into her own futon to find rest.*\n\n*The following morning, Juna found herself waking to the sounds of Ehakli in her sleeping gown addressing others at the sliding door to their room, passing paper and giving darling thanks in Silnarian to quell the bothered rebuffs given. In the fleeting moments of coming consciousness, Juna witnessed fleeting moments of these guests between the tholian getting ready for the day, eventually ending with the elf perched in a crouch beside the canifor's futon with a look of eagerness and a tiredness of eyes well hidden beneath the experience of ages.* \"Juna, darling, shall we go?\" *Whatever may be hidden, her own excitement of hitting the markets was impossible to subdue.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would lower slightly at her tone, stopping part of the way as she would break out into silence and would correct herself. The Canifor could have made the guess that the Elf wasn't too fond of the idea, but in her stating that they'll find a way, Juna decided to take the answer without question lest she accidentally changed the woman's mind. In time, she would eventually finish her tea, placing the now empty cup on the floor. The Canifor would give a dip of her head at the Dismissal, whispering an:*\"Okay...\"*Before retreating for the night. Her Jackal and Airstrider would accompany her, never straying too far with the Canifor always calling them over for her own comfort in not wanting to be separated. She'd come to lay down in her new bedding, finding it comfortable enough in comparison to the forest floor. At least there was some cushion there. \n\nHer Jackal would lay down next to her, curled up at her side while her Airstrider would try to squeeze her way into the furry sleep pile, her long neck resting atop the Canifor. The group would gradually begin to doze off, taking comfort in each others' company with the strange new world they were now in. It was an odd group, but they felt close nonetheless.*\n\n*Night would seem short for the sleeping Canifor, soon finding herself awakening to Ehakli crouching down near her. Her ears would lift atop her head, eyes squinting to peer at her in barely catching what she said. It was time to go, wasn't it? Stirring in her sleep, her animal companions would soon awaken, seeming much quicker in moving out and about from their slumber than Juna as she'd finally sit up and rub at her eyes tiredly. Shall we go, the woman had asked her. With a quick shake of her head, Juna would try to wake herself up. A small bit of anxiousness would surge through her, realization hitting her like a wall with the idea that it was actually time to go out and see the town. It was meant to be a day of relaxation, so the Canifor would simply have to take her word for it. With a dip of her head, Juna would give a quiet:*\"Yes... Let's... Go...\"*Her tone had a bit of shakiness in it, even now being hesitant to visiting a town full of people she didn't know, but at least with Ehakli around, there shouldn't be much to worry about. She hoped so anyways.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*While the morning started with a bit of a slog, tea and a perking breakfast of pickled roots at least helped give a bit of spring to step, and with that elated eagerness, Ehakli lead she and her two animals past the market and up some stairs to a nearby district to reach a seedy looking sake house. It was here that one of her letters was sent, in hopes to send sight and hand out on the promise of silver to find a sharp warrior by the name of Ling* ( \n\n*Clothes, so many clothes. Ehakli tried on almost everything she could find, and pushed Juna to do the same. The patterns of these strange foreign outfits seemed so vibrant, the feel of silk so pleasant to the touch. Ehakli wondered how it felt upon Juna's fur.*\n\n*As the day went on, Ehakli admitted there were not many places they could go to with the animals, but that she did find one place up in the nearby mountains. It was... Quite a hike, to say the least, but when they finally had arrived, it turned out to be quite a quite a peaceful place to rest. It apparently was a temple to some kemonomimi patron saint of sorts, and there were actually quite a few animals in the grounds within the walls just milling about the bamboo thickets scattered through the area. Before they would go to relax in the mountain hot springs, they were bathed, manicured, massaged, the works. Having mostly kemonomimi clients, they were quite specialized in taking care of a macenized canifor, and a team of monks took to Juna like she were a goddess. Even Jace and Juniper were groomed while they took in the hot, mineral-rich waters of the spa. Ehakli mockingly complained that they were simply too far from the city now to return before dark and would have to spend the night here. After the sun set, Ehakli beckoned Juna to a balcony that overlooked the city at the foot of the mountain, and they would watch the hanabi fireworks explode into colors in the night sky before them.*\n\n*The next day, Ehakli made effort in getting the two dressed in the finest clothes they obtained from the market, getting some help on how to tie the sashes into those great bows she saw others had. The tholian helped paint Juna's eyes and lips to \"Compliment her newly done hair\" As she put it, and they would take a leisurely walk down the mountain to return to the city in time to catch the parade of the three saints through the city around great gardens of blue flowers in a seeming welcome ceremony to the coming of summer. When it came to the giant wicker ring, Ehakli gave Juna a tight hug, wishing her luck in what she hopes to find through the spiritual cleansing, and promised that even if nothing at all happens and if it is simply a performative tradition, that nothing could stop her from achieving what she wants, so long as she keeps moving forward.*\n\n*The return voyage to Lymia seemed to have gone so much quicker than the trip to Runra, and spirits of the others were high with the profits made and profits ahead with the exchange of goods between the two distant nations. When they arrived, Ehakli thanked Juna for her friendship, and how her presence gave the tholian a refound perspective she had not expected. As for where to next, Ehakli granted that Juna may stay in the Aibaer manor for as long as she wishes, before parting with a kiss upon the cheek, and perpared to leave for Hombaxia.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Those days were some Juna wouldn't soon forget, a time where she could finally be at peace even beyond the boundaries of her own forest. She could recall buying things to her heart's content, being scrubbed until all the mud and sweat that had built up on her over the years were nothing more than a faint memory. She could recall her animals being there, a comforting reminder that everything would be okay as long as she was with the Elf. She could recall feeling a sense of richness in her, one that didn't come with the simple life of a hunter, but instead a noble of sorts. She didn't understand the feeling of course, but yet she couldn't help but enjoy it nonetheless. She could recall watching over the city as the fireworks would light up the sky, the sounds of them at first drawing the Canifor into a sense of fear from from the unfamiliarity of it only to gradually grow used to it enough to notice its own beauty. Juna could recall the Tholian helping her get dressed up and ready for the celebration, one she hadn't ever heard of before until their trip. She could remember Ehakli's reassuring words reaching her ears before the cleansing would go forth and then, nothing.*\n\n*She couldn't say that she remembered much that occurred from the cleansing outside of her past fears and frustrations being washed away from her like a cascade of water until nothing was left beyond the feeling of serenity. The Canifor had smiled for the first time that day, even in the presence of large crowds and unfamiliar faces. The ceremony must have worked. Or so she had thought. Of course the Canifor could have ignored the underlying feeling of being watching her as she'd watch the celebrations continue for the rest of the night, but the tug merely continued to pester her until her attention was given. She'd turn her head away for a moment, expecting another person trying to speak with her, but no one was there. No one. How strange. Juna thought to turn away, but not fast enough in time to miss the moving figure out of the corner of her eye. The figure of a wolf. A shadow against the cheerful crowd as it would slip through the mast, moving off and disappearing as quickly as it showed. For a moment the sounds of the other people seemed drowned out in her ears, almost mute as she caught herself staring. The moment wouldn't last, feeling herself being pulled back into reality as the festivities seemed to continue like normal. Nobody saw it. Nobody. Juna thought to ignore it for the sake of enjoying herself, but one thing was made clear that night, in all her efforts, they still haven't left her.\n\n——————————*\n\n*The days that followed were their impending return would come felt hardly more than a dream. She could remember things being packed away, ready to be sailed back out to the mainland of Ramul Ta. Even for a brief moment she could have recalled a point in time where she would have gone back with the Elf, her brief vacation surely being enough to keep her worries at bay now. Maybe it did and maybe it some far off memory she could have been sailing back off to her home in the forest, the bond created between her and Ehakli being strong enough to keep them in touch in the event that something did come up. But that didn't happen. No matter how much she thought and dreamt of it, it didn't happen.*\n\n*She could remember watching the boat taking off from shore, a bittersweet parting in the knowledge that there was no telling when she'd see the Elf again and even less of a telling of if she'd ever be able to go back with her decision made. She could remember smiling and waving to the Elf, a mild feeling of sadness in the pit of her stomach as she was left back on the docks while those around her continued about their day as if she wasn't any more significant to any of them. She remembered it all. Juna remembered looking at her two animal companions, freshened and pampered to look beyond regal given their status. Her two companions. Bound to her no matter what. She supposed things were fixated into happening this way, seeing the events that have occurred to lead her this way. And as much as she tried to think otherwise, there was no denying the message. She had much more to do here. This time, however, she didn't see need to fear it. So far, her time here, she had found herself free from any hostility. A welcoming perhaps? Or maybe just getting her to let her guard down?\n\nThere was no understanding the will of the spirits that made themselves known, only following them as they guided her. Maybe the ceremony made her see that more clearly the day her guide had left her. The cunning wolf, now unbound from her duty, possibly forever. To think the Canifor didn't want to trust her until now, but in the end, had saw her to be one of her greatest allies.*\n\n*That had all happened few days prior and now, Juna thought about it as she'd walk her way beyond the city lines to the outskirts, retracing her steps until she would come to find the forest Ehakli had once shown her.\n\nTall, spindly trees stood high up against the sky, stretching far above what Juna would have thought possible to reach even at a taller stature. Faint sunlight seemed to shine through the layers upon layers of bamboo, illuminating the morning fog that had settled itself along the forest floor of the area. What was once a nice visit, now say more ominously, forcing her ears to raise in alertness while her animal companions would keep to her side, sharing the same hesitation.*\"I'm here...\"*Juna would whisper out into the forest, half suspecting that someone must be listening. Anyone even.*\"Now... Tell me what you want from me...*Please...*\"*The first words would come out more confident, soon dialing down into a faint plea in not knowing what would happen in the event of angering them somehow. No response came back, but that much was expected to her. With a deep breath of air, Juna would take a few steps forward, her animals soon following her as their figures would vanish off beyond the misty forest.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*\"Where the fuck am i\" Was the first thought that blazed through his head as he walks along the path of Runra, from what he remembered at least he was running around trying to catch a runaway coin that was rolling along and hasn't stopped until it dropped inside a large crate to which he followed and then everything went dark well almost he was in a crate for a while not really knowing where he's heading, he woke up to moving as the crate he was in shook and he was placed down somewhere he checked the lid and it slid open so he made a swift escape! Now he's just wandering around aimlessly not really knowing what to do and how he'd get home...*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The soil would crunch underfoot as she made her way through the bamboo forest. Tall stalks of wood seemed to stretch up for miles into the sky while down below, the ground remained covered in a layer of fog, making the place appear much darker than it actually was. At Juna's sides were her Jackal and Airstrider. The remaining two companions from her trip around Ramul Ta. Now finding themselves in such a mystical place, Juna couldn't help but feel more cautious.*\"Stay close guys...\"*She'd whisper to the two of them.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He eventually found himself in some kind of foggy forest (?) But instead of trees there were very tall green circular sticks all around him, he couldn't see past the fog so he wandered aimlessly again occasionally cutting the green sticks in his way and walking serenely and humming a tune that he forgot the lyrics of, well as serene as being lost in an unfamiliar place can be tho he hasn't seen any trouble yet so.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would perk up on top of her head as she'd hear the distant sound of humming, suspecting another to be out in this forest with her. A spirit perhaps? Or maybe just another person?*\"Who's there-?\"*She'd suddenly say out to the forest, tightening her grip on the staff she held just in case something happened. Her animals would come to a stop at the same time she did, both peering out the forest with added curiosity.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*His own ears perk at the sound and he went to investigate, though thankfully it wasn't some weird creature and just a person- er wolf person*\n\n \"Uh hi?\" \n\n*He says awkwardly not really seeming much of a threat maybe it's the environment but he seemed calmer which caught even himself off guard.* \"No need to uh point your big stick at me- I'm not a danger... Just extremely lost\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would grow still finding another person out here, part of her just thinking that she was talking to herself out here at first.*\"Who... Are you...?\"*She'd ask, loosening her hold on her weapon for just a moment in not wanting to upset the person for a potential misunderstanding.*\"What... Are you...?\"*A look of confusion would cross her face as she'd look the Raccoon person over, not exactly sure what to make of them.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I asked you first, and I'm an elf thank you very much!\" *He says getting closer and crossing his arms, he curiosity grew the more he looks this new person up and down but somehow his paranoia isn't acting up so that's nice, he taps his feet in some sort of rhythm as he awaits an answer.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You're an... Elf...?\"*She'd ask in confusion, daring to draw slightly closer for a better look of the unusually small Silnari. The Canifor had met quite a few Elves before, though none that looked like him.*\"Why are you dressed... Like a raccoon?\"*Juna would look at him more quizzically now with her initial surprise gone. Becoming curious of this new person, her Jackal would make his way over to him and would sniff at him for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"We don't talk about why I'm dressed like a raccoon, if you're still asking it's a uh 'artistic choice'\" *He says, he sees the jackal walking towards him and sniffing him to which he awkwardly waved at the creature* \"Uhh hi?\" *The jackal sniffed his pockets and sack probably for danger and he didn't really mind he wasn't about to stop the creature from sniffing him, he just lets it happen apparently.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Right...\"*She'd say quietly in response.*\"Here, Jace-\"*Juna would call her pet back over. After a disgruntled huff of air, the Jackal would eventually return to her. It didn't seem like this person was much of a threat. That was at least enough reason for her to relax. She'd plant her staff in the ground, leaning against it.*\"You wouldn't... Happen to know if there were any spirits here... Would you...?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Nope! Just extremely lost\" *He says rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet hands behind his back, he has a pretty clear expression on his face which is confusion though the small dime was worth the trouble i suppose, maybe this weird lady could help him out in getting back home or at least a path back home but for now let's get friendly.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh-.\"*She'd say. It appeared that even all the way out here, lost travelers seemed to find their ways into the forests. Unlike Salvania, however, Juna didn't know her way around the bamboo forest. Perhaps she could simply retrace her steps back out though.*\"Do you... Know if you live anywhere around here...?\"*She'd ask him.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh no i came here on a crate? While chasing a coin and then i ended up on some docks and then i stumbled in here!\" *He explains hands waving around animatedly to emphasize his point* \"I was hoping you'd know a way back to the desert\" *He said shrugging, he's definitely lost and Terrel is definitely gonna do that disappointed head shake, his pride cannot take anymore of that-*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"The... Desert...?\"*She'd ask in confusion, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. He was from the desert, then ended up on some docks in a crate and was now here.*\"Are you... From overseas...?\"*The Canifor would ask. Part of her wasn't even sure if there was a desert over here from what she had seen of the place. Could he have simply sailed all the way over here in a crate?*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I think? I don't know much maybe all i know is i was in a crate for a looong time\" *He confess, he might have slept around 3 ish times, the holes of the crate that kept him breathing was blocked so he couldn't see much, he continued to rock back and forth and occasionally looking around the surroundings for... Something.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She'd take a moment to think about it. It was hard to pinpoint where exactly he came from when the Raccoon hardly knew where he was from himself.*\"Do you know the name of the desert or... Rather the name of the country near where the docks were?\"*She'd decide to ask instead.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh i think it was Chu? Tho to be honest that running after a coin took far longer and far more difficult\" *He replies, that coin was running for it's life and didn't give Xylon much of a chance to catch it until he got stuck in a crate, if you were wondering his impulses weren't in check no.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"...Chu?\"*She asked him, her face contorted with confusion. The Canifor had never been there herself, but wasn't that the desert far south of Ramul Ta?*\"Like... The desert south of Mentia...? Why would... Why would you chase a coin that far...?\"" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uhh, well i was probably at Chu then when i got into the crate i sailed around for a bit, and why? That was my lucky coin and i need it to essentially do things without getting into trouble... Too much\" *He sat down on the ground after a few minutes of standing, the origin of the coin was that he found it lying around in the sand somewhere and he dubbed it his lucky penny, warning: The penny does not have any lucky abilities Xylon just thinks it's cool.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Ramul Ta is a... Long ways away from here...\"*She'd murmur, recalling the long boat ride she had to go through before arriving at the docks of Runra.*\"You would... Need to take another boat ride to get all the way back and... It'll probably take a while...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Could be real though, we don't know that-\" *He replied, hands gripping the nearest bamboo with an iron grip.* \"...How tall do you think it'd be? Actually what kinda jaws do you think it has?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I... Hope not...\"*She'd murmur.*\"What if it attacks people too...? Surely it would be impossible to take on a beast that strong.\"*Though it was clear she had doubt on anyone's survival in encountering a beast like that, she had to admit that some people had managed to take on more than she could have imagined. Juna would glance up towards the long stalks of bamboo, trying to imagine what kind of animal would eat them.*\"I think... It would be about half the size of this bamboo...\"*She'd begin, trying to remain realistic enough in not assuming it an animal large enough for this forest to be nothing more than a plate of food to it.*\"With large jaws and vey sharp teeth...\"*That alone could follow a description for any predator she figured though most carnivores wouldn't typically eat plants like bamboo.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"..So how am i getting out of this place-\" *He says quickly with a slight squeak in his voice, most definitely more scared than he was before... When is that serene calm feeling gonna come back? Cause he needs it-.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"This way should lead to where I first entered... I am... Not sure though... Do you believe... You'd be able to afford a ship ride back to Ramul Ta...?\"*She'd ask the Raccoon, glancing back towards him.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"I'd probably be slippery enough to go back by crate\" *He says confidently, to be fair no one has caught him on that entire boat ride and he's pretty sure he could get away with it a second time, just need to slip around the people so it'll be a non perilous journey back to the scorching desert.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"But isn't that... Kind of... Illegal...?\"*She'd ask in a confused tone. It was one thing accidentally getting trapped in a crate on the way here. It was another thing do it again on purpose, surely. Juna should have figured lawfulness didn't pass some people here as well. How could this be any close to the things she'd heard of at this point?*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"If it worked the first time then I'll do it again, besides it's not the first time I've run away from the law\" *He has had times where he run circles around a few law people but he always slipped through them with a few slide through small crevices or \"Hard to reach if you're tall\" Places, he's sure he could handle running around on a boat... He thinks.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well... Alright then...\"*She'd say quietly, hiding away her disapproval of it. Since her time at the Monastery she had learned that it was impossible to change one's ideas. Which she had quickly given up trying to do.*\"This way should lead to where I had first entered. You should be able to see the coast from there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Wait which?\" *He asks* \"I can't really read so if that's written somewhere i probably couldn't read it\" *He shrugs and doesn't seem to be bothered with being illiterate.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You don't... Know how to read?\"*She'd ask in a perplexed tone. Perhaps it didn't dawn on her that some were in fact illiterate, though for her to be able to read the ship herself would require her to have to get close enough to. What if they figure her for an accomplice? She'd shudder at the thought.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "\"Uh yeah, i mean you could probably walk around the docks while i sneak near you! You could then point the ship i need to sail in and you'd go off scot free!\" *He says confidently.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would lower slightly at the idea. Maybe she could pretend to have no part in knowing he was going to sneak on, but her conscious refused to allow that to sit easily on her. She'd let out a deep breath of air, quietly saying:*\"Alright...\"*Juna would gesture for him to follow, taking a separate path out of the forest so that they wouldn't have to head to busy part of town and instead pass around the outskirts of it.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He quickly followed Juna down the forest path walking out into the outskirts and towards his destination.* \"Alright now you just gotta walk around the ships, they have alot of crates and places to hide and sneak around so i can just slip through while you search\" *He explains quickly ducking down and hiding among the crates waiting for Juna to make her move and soon they'll part ways, easy peasy.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would command Jace to sit down, deciding to leave him and Juniper with the raccoon so that she didn't draw too much attention to herself while she walked about.*\"I'll be back...\"*She'd murmur to them before turning away, heading down towards the docks, and walking along it. Her ears would remain raised, half conscious about those passing by her to load up while she tried to appear inconspicuous. It didn't take too long for her to figure out which one went where with there not being too many countries to sail to that wasn't in Ramul Ta. Brief conversation alone was evident enough to her.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He slid from crate to crate following Juna closely but not too close enough to draw attention, watching from a far he crawled and slide through until he got unto one crate right near Juna* \"Psst! Did you find it?\" *He whispers.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*One ear would angle back towards Xylon before she'd gesture towards one of the ships at the far side.*\"Good luck...\"*She'd whisper to him, not wanting to stick around any longer with the risk of getting caught. The Canifor would turn away from him to head back towards where she had left her two pets with the hopes that he would be able to figure it out for himself from there.*" }, { "author": "Xylon", "message": "*He nods back and took off running and managed to go unseen, quickly but quietly go towards one of the crate near it and got in.*\n\n*Not long after he saw through the cracks of the crate that he's heading towards the ship and so on he'll wait till he gets to the deserts, he made himself comfy and took a nap snoozing along for most of the ride.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would gather up her two animal companions, glancing back over as she'd see him slip into a crate before she'd turn away to return to the forests. Hopefully he'll be fine during the trip back, but whatever becomes of him now will be beyond her ability to assist any further.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna kept her head down, focusing her gaze on the floor with each step she took through the grand library. Well grand in her eyes anyways. She always knew of there being a place with a large collection of books stretching far beyond what one could see, though she never expected it to be quite like this. It had taken a bit for Juna to give herself the courage to finally come back to the city, deciding to push away her spirit search for something more realistic in most people's eyes. Maybe the spirits weren't the reason why her magic disappeared. Perhaps she had simply forgotten. That's what she hoped anyways. At least with that logic it seemed a lot more reversible.\n\nEntry of the library was difficult, her Jackal and Airstrider companion keeping close to her sides in their presence hardly being allowed in such a place. She couldn't bear to part with them, the two being her only true company that she could feel comfortable around. So after a few hushed apologies and promises, she had managed to get them inside for what short time she probably had to search. Problem was, she hardly knew where to start; though looking at the ground probably wasn't helping too much. Ah well, she was sure she'd find what she was looking for at some point between avoiding the other people that took up the library, too nervous at disturbing them with how sacred the library seemed to be to them.\n\nNever before had she witnessed such silence upon being in town, but yet, this place seemed to mask most sound to the pleasure of her sensitive wolf ears . Maybe this place actually was sacred in a way. Before more thoughts could collect, she quickly shook her head to and fro. She couldn't linger too long. Soon enough she was bound to get kicked out, but she simply had to find something that can explain magic to her, something that could rejuvenate her old gift at using it. But where to even begin?*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott was new in town and had gotten a hotel room a couple of nights ago. He didn't plan on staying long. He never did. Scott was always on the move, traveling from town to town. He wasn't sure about what he was looking for if anything. But regardless, he enjoyed a new setting every other week. He discovers new species and creatures everywhere he goes, which was an exciting thought for him. Perhaps he was just seeking fulfillment. He wasn't sure. But that still didn't stop him from moving every other week. His parents had wanted to travel the world before they had him. But then he came along and their plans kind of just disappeared. He promised that one day he would travel with them. But they disappeared too. Thankfully though, he had his husky, Luna, to accompany him on his journeys.*\n\n*Scott shakes his head to get the thoughts of his parents out of his head. They've been gone for years. He was past it. He looks up at the looming building in front of him. The town library. It was the best place to gain knowledge about the area and what kind of creatures there are, along with good places to visit while he was there. Scott pats Luna's head before starting up the steps that led to the door. Luna stayed right by his side, always curious, but never straying away. Scott enters the familiar sounds of the building, the smell of old books and coffee filling his nose. For anybody new to a library, they would probably just hear the silence. For Scott though, a frequent in any library, he could hear every pencil stroke and every page flipped. But maybe that was partly because he had wolf-like ears.*\n\n*Scott looks around the ground floor for a sign leading to the history or nature section. He was quite confused though when he saw an airstrider inside the building. He chuckles silently to himself and spots the history sign across the way. It was also in the direction of the airstrider. Maybe he'd ask about it. Possibly. Scott wasn't much of a talker unless it comes to animals and creatures. Then he couldn't shut up about them. He's already filled a leatherbound journal work of information. Luna stays right by his side, yet her ears are perked up and moving back and forth. She was also sniffing the air towards the airstrider and jackal.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna ears remained perked, finally having a place where she wasn't constantly bombarded by noise. It was peaceful here, almost peaceful enough for her to relax a bit. She kept one hand on her Airstrider's back, keeping the bird from wandering off while she tried to look through the books in the section she was in. They seemed blank to her, but she supposed few covers gave way of what they were about. With a small leap into the air, she hopped up and pulled one of the larger books out of security of the shelf it was on, only to let out a gasp of shock at how heavy it was.\n\nShe took a moment to regain her balance, soon glancing down at the blank cover of the book she retrieved. All the while, her Jackal idly watched her, his head only turning away at spotting another four legged animal within the building. He let out a huff of air towards the Husky, clearly unamused by the curious canine. The small noise was enough to cause Juna to look towards him, closer sounds being a lot easier to pick out with the silence in the library. Upon looking, her gaze eventually shifted towards the Husky. At first, she didn't even notice the man walking with her, partially too surprised at seeing the animal. Was this another wolf? No this animal looked different than any wolf she had seen. But, what were the chances of finding another canine out here?*\n\n*She caught herself staring for a while at the dog. Maybe there really was a part of her that wanted to believe this was some spirit's doing, but upon glancing up further, she soon noticed the companion that seemed to walk at the Husky's side. A false alarm. Juna let out a quiet sigh, shifting her focus back to the heavy book she held only to realize that she had been so distracted that she nearly forgotten about keeping watch of her Airstrider! Juna whirled her head to and fro, a yelp almost escaping her in mild panic only to notice the bird mindlessly approaching the Husky with little care in the world. Juni! She wanted to yell to the animal. Though speaking up here would lead to dire consequences, one that Juna was too afraid to risk.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott kept his guard up, even in this place of comfort. He's had too many close calls. He was wearing a jacket with a fur lining at the collar, an old-fashioned white button-up underneath. His black pants cover up his boots, which click quietly against the floor as he walks. His hair was a little messy, but it looked like it was meant to be like that. Mostly because he didn't bother with his hair. It would just get messed up again throughout the day. Occasionally he would put it up in a bun when he was reading, just to keep it out of his face. White wolf ears poke out of his hair and a tail from behind his legs, which swished side to side silently. He kept them hidden most of the time, but it was nice to let them out at times.*\n\n*Scott turns his attention to the sound of the other canine huffing at Luna. He smiles a little, watching the jackal closely, studying it. After a few minutes, he turns his attention to the female next to the jackal. She had ears like him, which he found slightly comforting and relaxing. He didn't see much of them around, so it was a relief. Her tail was the same color as her ears, which was pretty obvious. His small smile comes back after a few seconds, realizing he was staring at her. He turns his attention back to the airstrider, which had turned around to look at Luna and him. He commits a couple features to memory so that he could put them in his journal later. He slows down a little as the creature starts walking towards them, causing Luna to turn her attention towards the airstrider. She was quite protective of Scott. Which he didn't mind.*\n\n*Scott stops where he is, making a motion with his hand, causing Luna to sit down next to him. He lets the strider come to him, not wanting to frighten it. He was cautious around new animals, even if they had an owner. You never know if something will attack you. Scott remains calm, tilting his head a tiny bit as he studies the giant bird-like creature. It was amazing. He definitely had to put this in his book. He's never really been this close to one before, soit was a little exciting to him. Luna's tail was now sliding across the floor quickly after she realized that it wasn't a threat yet. Scott raises a hand towards the animal, wanting to pet it, but waiting for it's permission first. He would let it come to his hand.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Canifor didn't think twice, her gaze only flashing towards the man's hand reaching out towards her bird and, in a mild bout of panic, she quickly dashed over to come to stand between them. It was a weak attempt at protecting the bird and in being so anxious, she had caused her Jackal to grow on edge. His shoulder furs bristled at the pair, suspecting something going on between the husky owner and his own.*\"Sorry, sorry-\"*She yelped in a hushed whisper, having to remember to keep her voice low. It wasn't typically hard for her with how quiet her voice always was, but only now in a moment of panic did she have to consciously think about it while she tried to move her bird away from the man.\n\nShe didn't want to make it clear of her distrust in him with her constantly worried for the rare bird's safety after someone had once stolen the Airstrider from her when it had only recently hatched. Who was to say he wouldn't do the same the moment she looked away? Juniper had no clue what was going on!*\"I- know she isn't meant to be in here. We were just stopping by temporarily.\"*She quickly uttered, trying to pass it off as a quick excuse to manifest an escape. Was this a bad idea? Maybe it was a bad idea. She took a deep breath, deciding to calm herself from her own delusions. Slowly she shifted her gaze to look up towards the man, her ears partially lowering in the process. Was he, another Kemonomimi? She had met many being out and about since being here, though only really confronting when out in the forests.\n\nThey had all seemed nice before. So why was she panicking now? Part of Juna wasn't even sure, but there were some moments that brought her back to Ramul Ta. The danger infested place that cared little for those that inhabit it, people included.*\"Sorry...\"*Juna murmured again, finding herself at a loss of words as her shoulders slumped in minor exhaustion of her conflicting thoughts. She was in a safe place now, she just wished she could feel that way.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott saw the woman move towards them from out of the corner of his eyes, tensing up a tiny bit. His hand was at his waist in less than a second, resting on the hilt of a sword hiding under his cloak. Luna was relaxed though, seeing no danger in the person approaching them. He watches as she quickly appears in front of him, standing between him and the bird. He didn't know the woman, so he was tense and hadn't bothered to hide his distrust of strangers. He keeps a polite smile on his face though, standing with a polite posture as well. He looks down at her, finding it a tiny bit comical that he was over a foot and a half taller than her. He glances back at the airstrider and back before speaking.* **\"Don't be. I was just taking a look at it. I haven't been this close to one before and wanted to take notes for my journal.\"**\n\n*Scott hoped he sounded sincere because he was, but sometimes things come out in a tone that isn't meant to. He also had no intention of taking the strider. He was just curious about it and wanted to study it. But the stranger wouldn't know that because he hadn't said that. He listens to her speak and shakes his head a tiny bit.* **\"I don't mind if you have it in here. Libraries get a little boring without some action after a while.\"** *He smiles again before lowering his hand from the hilt and holding it out for her to shake.* **\"I'm Scott. Scott Creed.\"**\n\n*Scott seemed to have relaxed a bit after standing near her for a couple of minutes. He was a bit nervous though, his moment of courage gone and his social anxiety replacing it. He remembers he hated talking to strangers and quiets his breathing down a little bit. His heart was beating faster than usual though, which he hoped no one noticed. How would they? Maybe they can hear it. Scott clears his head of the intrusive thoughts, turning his attention back to the person in front of him. He doesn't meet many people, so this will be good for him. It's also a good opportunity to possibly ge\n\nT to know about the strider. That thought surprisingly calmed him down a bit.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Study it for what? Juna found herself asking the question in her head. Her grip on the book remained tighter with each passing moment of being this close to the person, her ears flicking in response to his words. Relax, relax. This place is nothing like the main land. She tried to herself, almost so distracted that she didn't notice the hand he held out to her. Juna seemed hesitant to shake it, though at least by now she seemed calm enough to allow her Jackal to relax too.*\"Juna...\"*She eventually said to him, her gaze returning to the floor.*\"Carse...\"*She added at the end, never really being used to giving her last name with how formal it felt.\n\nSlowly, but surely, she raised her hand to shake his, hardly retaining eye contact with him. The book grew heavier in her arms, making her want to consider setting it down somewhere. She would have, given this person not being here, but now it seemed there was something more on the agenda. That being to keep a sharp eye on her Airstrider with this interested individual doing the same.*\n\n\"Just... Don't touch her... Please...\"*She decided to say, drawing her hand away and moving to stand at her bird's side.*\"I care about her a lot...\"*Juna was conflicted on whether or not it was a good thing to tell this person how special the bird was to her, though she disliked the idea of anyone trying anything with this bird. Someone had to look out for her, not that Juniper seemed concerned. The bird had been idly preening her feathers during the whole interaction, it being a rather funny sight with how long the bird's neck was that hardly seemed to stop her from using the full extension of it.*\"I don't think... People come here for action...\"*She added after a long moment of silence, taking apart the man's previous words. Surely this place was here to simply read. The most action they'd find would be in a book they're looking for, right?*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott shakes her hand gently, having a light grip despite his size. He smiles at her and puts his hands in his pockets, nodding slightly.* **\"The pleasure is mine.\"** *He smiles again, taking another look at the bird. He was just a curious traveler, so it was nice to see something new. Whether it be a new type of creature or a new building. Or even both in this case. Scott's anxiety had shriveled down a bit since the start of their interaction, so he was much more relaxed. Nevertheless, he keeps his guard up. He still wasn't a hundred percent sure of this town. He didn't know anybody in it. Actually, Juna would be the first person he actually had a conversation with, other than the hotel receptionist.*\n\n*Scott glances at the book she was carrying, curious as to what it was about. It looked like she was having trouble carrying it and he wanted to ask if sher wanted to set it down, but he wasn't sure how she'd react to that. So he keeps his mouth shut. Scott's ears swivel around, picking up every little sound around them. It was nice, being able to hear what was going on inside the building. But it was also sometimees annoying and too loud. Not today though.*\n\n*Scott focuses back on the person and strider in front of him. He tilts his head a tiny bit and nods, hands still in his pockets.* **\"I have no intention of doing so without permission.\"** *His tone and demeaner were genuine, as was he. He nods once more, looking at the strider.* **\"I understand. Luna is the most precious animal to me. Nothing could take her place and I don't know what I'd do if she disappeared.\"** *He has been with Luna nearly his whole life. Sometimes he wondered when she was going to die, but he didn't like thinking about that. She still seemed in great shape. Very young too. It was a strange thing, but he didn't know why.*\n\n*Scott glances down at his dog, smiling slightly and petting her head. The husky's tail wags side to side silently as she seems to smile. Scott turns his attention back to Juna when she starts speaking again, nodding a little.* **\"You're right, but its still funny sometimes.\"** *He shrugs and looks around the warn building. Noone seemed to be paying any attention to them, which was a relief.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*'That didn't seem to be your intention before.' Juna thought to herself. The Canifor couldn't bring herself to stay upset, she already had enough on her plate to figure out without antagonizing a person who was just curious of her bird. She couldn't help but lighten up a bit at his words regarding the husky that accompanied him. Perhaps he did understand in a way. \n\nHer expression shifted to that of a more confused one in looking at the dog, causing her to, in turn, look back up towards Scott with a question forming in her mind.*\"What... Is Luna exactly...?\"*She asked.*\"If you don't mind me asking...\"*Juna added on the last bit, figuring maybe the question would come off as rude in a way after the showing of distrust between them as it was. \n\nHe seemed to be an animal person at least. Maybe that was a good thing in a way. Her friends back on the mainland seemed to like animals too and they were the nicest people she had met there. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking though. At least the sacredness of this place wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to begin with. She was going to hold out hope to the idea anyways.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott looks down at the book again, trying to see a title or something on the cover to indicate what it was about. He couldn't see anything, so he decides to just ask about it.* **\"What's the book about? It looks heavier than it should be.\"** *These small details were curious to him.*\n\n*Scott looks at his dog when Juna starts looking back and forth between them. He chuckles a tiny bit when she asks about Luna, petting the dogs head.* **\"She's a husky. It's a breed of dog. Similar to a wolf, but just domesticated. They're loud to.\"** *He grins, shaking his head a tiny bit. He always enjoyed talking about Luna.* **\"I found her in the woods one day when I was really young. She was half dead and my father didn't think she'd make it. But she's stuck around longer than they have, so...\"** *He trails off still smiling and petting his dog.*\n\n*He was invested in animals and wanted to know everything about them. He wanted to see as many as he can in person before he died. So, he spends a couple weeks in each town, studying all the species he can find, spending hours at a time in libraries, reading books about new species he hasn't heard of. Sometimes even reading about ones he has, as each town has different information and interpretations than the previous ones.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's a book on magic... At least... I hope it is anyways...\"*Juna said, a feeling of doubt. Surely only a magic book would be this large.*\"I... Can't really tell from the cover... This is... One of my first times really visiting a library...\"*It was true she didn't often get a chance to go to the libraries in town, mainly getting her books from her parents if she was ever so keen on reading. This place was like a maze to her, one where she couldn't even think of where to start.\n\nAt him answering her question about Luna, her ears flicked in light disappointment. Not another wolf spirit, definitely now. She shook her head to and fro, listening the story of how they got Luna, to which Juna quietly uttered:*\"Just like me...\"*It was rather quiet as Juna always tended to be, but the words were noticeable enough as it was if not catching what she had said under her breath.\n\nThe Canifor was aware of how her adoptive father found her in the snow one harsh winter, hardly alive to the point of leaving Juna wondering what would have happened if she never was found. Perhaps perished out there to no one else's care. It hurt to think about, but she was glad to have been found when she was. There was probably something odd about a Canifor being raised Macens, but surely it wasn't anything new in a world like this one.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott nods a little, agreeing with the size of the book. It was pretty big and could possibly hold some form of magic writing. He wasn't too keen on writing though, never really getting into it. Actually, he's rarely ever seen it used, so he didn't know much about it. He focuses back in her when she starts speaking again, this time talking about visiting the library.* **\"Well, it's a great place to gain information and knowledge. You never know what you're going to find in a library.\"** *He chuckles a little and motions towards the strider.* **\"I never expected to meet one in a library, yet here we are. These libraries are always full of mysteries. I wonder how many of them have secret rooms.\"**\n\n*Scott watches her as she listens to him speak about Luna. He notices the disappointed flick it her ears, to which he didn't pay much attention. He gives a small smile when he finishes his story, tilting his head a tiny bit again. His ears do pick up what she had uttered under her breath, yet he didn't say anything. Even though he was a bit surprised, which was obvious due to the surprised look in his face. He gives a quick look around, spotting and empty table close to them. He motions towards it.* **\"Do you want to sit down? You could take a break from holding that book.\"**\n\n*Scott wasn't a very confident person, rarely ever talking to anyone, unless it was an absolute necessity. Mostly due to his anxiety. But today he was feeling a bit courageous, wanting to know more about the woman in front of him. He also wanted to know more about her animals and how she came to adopt them. Her story must be interesting too, based on her comment on his story of Luna. He also wanted to know about the magic and why she was studying a big book like the one in her hands.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Secret... Rooms...?\"*She asked in confusion. Juna never thought of libraries having secret rooms. The only time she's ever encountered a secret room was when she was looking through a building full of traps and others of the like. She was scared then when she got caught in one of them. Now she didn't like the thought of this place being similar to that one.*\"But... Wouldn't they be full of traps...?\"*It was clear Juna didn't understand his interest in it. Maybe there was treasure or something, but what greater treasure than the books already here?\n\nBeing asked if she wanted to sit down, Juna opened her mouth to respond, only to shut it once more and give a tired nod. She turned towards where the table was that he pointed out, placing the book down atop it with a huff of air in finally being rid of its heaviness. She hopped into one of the chairs, though not sitting down fully in her being unable to sit still with her attention still half on her exploring bird and the Jackal that kept his gaze focused on the husky. Part of her wished her companions could find a single place to stand so that her attention wasn't so divided, but alas, she could not ask that much. She had seen many occurrences where it had seemed like animals could speak, and yet, she never had the ability to fully understand them like others could.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott nods when she asks about the secret rooms, watching her think. He stops nodding though, when she asks about the traps. He laughs a little and shakes his head. Traps? In a library? He would sure hope not.* **\"No, I meant just hidden rooms with books of spells and things. Not necessarily full of traps. Just a little difficult to get into.\"** *He grins and shakes his head again, looking at his husky. He kind of waves her off, letting her stand up. She stretches before walking towards the Jackal cautiously, but still curious and a little playful. Scott watches as she approaches the other canine before looking over at Juna.*\n\n*Scott sits down across the table from her, hands folded on the table as he relaxes in the chair, taking a look around the library again like he had when he first walked in.* **\"You said you don't go to libraries very often. Did you mean just this library, or are there others around town?\"** *He was curious because he didn't see any when he arrived, except for this one. And, if there were and he just missed them, he would love to go visit them and read. Or maybe she traveles like him, never really staying in one place for too long. But he doesn't remember meeting anyone like that except for him and his parents. So maybe not. Hopefully he'd find out so they could have something in common. Something for them to talk about.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's head tilted a bit at the thought of a room being a challenge to get into. Surely then the books wouldn't be worth it when there were so many here, right? Maybe that was just her obliviousness talking though and soon enough she shook off the thought as she tried to retain focus on the book despite her bird curiously pecking at anything within neck's reach of her. Jace kept where he was for the time being to her relief at least. The Jackal eyed Luna, his ears flicking idly at her playfulness as if unsure of what to make of it.\n\nJuna figured Jace would be fine, the once previous overly-protective Jackal had grown over the year. Now he didn't attack people at random so often which made it much easier for Juna when she was around people. Finally able to not think of her companions for the moment, she decided to focus more on Scott, her ears turning towards him as he asked about her visiting the libraries.*\"No I'm... Actually pretty new around here...\"*She answered.*\"This was the first library I've across here, but... I'm from the mainland... At least... I used to be anyways... I just thought... I'd give the first library I see a try...\"" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott stays silent as he watches the animals greet and meet each other. Luna seemed even more playful than before, her tail wagging quickly as she jumps around a little. She didn't pay any attention to the bird though, who seemed to still be wandering mindlessly. Scott smiles a little more, glad his dog had found someone or something else to befriend. Hopefully. After a few seconds, he looks back at Juna, trying not to make it look like he was staring at her, but still studying her facial features and the ears atop her head. She didn't seem exactly the same as him. There were a few differences between the two, due to the different sub-races.*\n\n*Scott moves his head with the words, nodding here and there to show that he was listening. So she had traveled here. From the mainland? Or had she been somewhere else before she came to Runra? He didn't know, so he shrugged his shoulders at his own thought as he watches.* **\"So, were you at the mainland *Before* You came here, or were you somewhere else?\"**" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace found himself having to stand up as the Husky jumped about. He let out a bark of warning to her, less out of hostility and more of uncertainty. Juna gave a quiet 'shhh' to her Jackal, aware of the people that turned their heads at the sound. After Jace eventually quieted again, Juna had finally decided to open up the book before answering Scott's question.*\"Yeah... I was from the mainland... Well I think so anyways... That's where I was found and raised...\"*She supposed that meant she was from there for the most part.*\"I guess for the past year I've... Just stopped liking it as much there...\"" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott swivels his head to look at the two canines to see why one of them had barked. Luna had stopped jumping around, laying on the floor. She inches closer to Jace, sniffing at him, but still sliding across the floor. Scott grins as he watches that happen, shaking his head a tiny bit. The canine hierarchy was strange. He looks back over at Juna, following along with her words. Scott wasn't too sure where he was from. He was always moving around when he was a kid, so he doesn't really have a place he could call 'home'. He watches her as she talks, staying quiet until she finishes.* **\"So you haven't really traveled much except here?\"** *The details were still a bit foggy to him, and he wanted to learn more about her. If she wanted to share, of course.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace let out a huff of air, seemingly satisfied enough to lay back down on the floor as well. He lazily batted the husky away with a paw, a mild playfulness kindling inside him as well.*\"Well... This is probably the farthest I've traveled... Most of the time I just visited nearby countries back on the mainland, but... This place is... Very far... You must... Travel a lot... Don't you...?\"*It seemed to be the case for most people she's met, though ever since the events there, she had been more hesitant to visit new places. Juna's gaze fell down to the page she had opened up, letting out a disappointed sigh as she was met only with a wall of text. This was going to be a lot of reading, reading that may not even lead to anything.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott moves his head up and down as she voices her travels. He had been all over the place and could probably tell her where he's been, if he had his journal with him. Luna had turned over onto her back, showing her belly to the other canine. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her tail was beating against the floor loudly. She was watching Jace closely, despite him batting at her with his paw. Scott leans back in his chair and folds his hands on his lap, answering Juna's question.* **\"Yeah. I tend to move every other week. I've never stayed in the same spot for over two months. I might try to find a place to call home soon. Just a place that I can come back to between going to other places.\"** *He glances over at his dog again, who was now laying next to Jace. Just laying there silently, not doing anything.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears flicked lightly at his explanation, finding more of an answer from him than in the book she was slowly turning each page of. Text after text, each one flipped by and not one word seemed recognizable enough for to pinpoint what it was talking about.*\"Where do you plan to go next week?\"*She decided to ask out of her own curiosity and need to fill the space while she searched. Jace's tail began to wag slowly as he looked down at Luna, soon stretching out each leg in turn before finally coming to lay down next to her with a slightly high pitched yawn.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott watches her ears move around, glad he's finally met someone that was a little bit like him. As mentioned before, he didn't talk much, thus he didn't really meet many like himself. Scott glances down at the book that Juna had started looking through, trying to figure out what it said. Yet, since it was upside down, he could read the pages really well. Scott always enjoyed reading, and has gained a lot of knowledge about the world. He's also tried learning a couple languages so that he could read more books. But, alas, he's still learning, and hasn't mastered any new languages.* **\"I don't know. I usually just start walking a path and eventually make it to a new destination after a few days. And I'm not leaving next week. I'm leaving the week after. I've only been here for about a day.\"** *He smiles again at her, tilting his head slightly* **\"How about you? Do you plan on getting back onto the road, and going somewhere else, anytime soon?\"**" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I... Haven't really traveled much since I came here...\"*She admitted.*\"I'm not really sure if it's even too safe to travel around with... Juniper...\"*The Canifor tilted her head in the direction the bird was in. She carried a book around in her beak, wherever it was she originally got it from being left unknown amongst the shelves.*\"Someone stole her once... I don't want that to happen to her again...\"*She uttered, turning one more page in the book. Her face noticeably lit up at the sight of it, bolded text standing out from the rest with words saying __**Nature**__ on it. Perhaps she had found what she was looking for.*" }, { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*He shrugs a little, looking at the bird with her. His face lights up and he grins when he sees the bird carrying a book. He chuckles quietly and turns back to Juna, hands coming back on top of the table. He folds his hands once again and looks around.* **\"I'm sorry to hear that. Glad you got him back though.\"** *He glances back at her, sitting up a little when her face lights up. He looks down at the book, a little curious.* **\"What is it?\"** *He leans forwards a tiny bit to maybe get a little better view of the book.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Her.\"*She said in mild amusement. Juna didn't have much experience with Airstriders, hardly knew about them enough to raise Juniper. It was probably pure luck that the bird survived to this point. But at the very least she had learn a bit from the Brayer who helped hatch the bird when it was time. Enough to at least properly know what she was and the things Airstriders typically did. Juniper walked up behind Scott, idly standing there for a moment before trying to precariously place the book on top of his head only to realize that keeping it there wasn't working as she originally thought it would. Juna couldn't help but laugh quietly at the bird, only shifting focus as Scott asked what it was that caught her attention. Juna turned the book towards him.*\"Nature magic... I think that's the kind of magic I'm looking for...\"*She answered before lowering her ears slightly.*\"I... Don't really remember the names of the spells I used to have, but... Maybe I can find something in... Here to learn... There's... A lot of spells in here...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Scott Creed", "message": "*Scott chuckles and nods, looking back over at the airstrider, going over what she had told him in his head. He would hate for something like that to happen to Luna, though she probably would attack anyone who approached her if Scott wasn't there. She's been by his side since he found her. Their bond and relationship is stronger than anything Scott has ever known. Scott gets pulled from his thoughts as he feels the presence of the bird-like creature behind him. He grins a little as the strider tries balancing the book on his head, staying as still as he can, not moving a muscle. He chuckles when Juna starts to, shaking his head as the creature takes the book from his head. He focuses on what Juna was telling him about what she had found. 'Nature magic. Sounds fun.' Scott thinks this to himself, listening to what she was saying.* **\"That's usually what happens for me. I can't remember the name of something, or I just don't remember something, until I see it again. Then it just clicks and its like 'Oh yeah. That's what it is.'\"** *He smiles at her, looking at the book.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna shifts through the pages of the book, trying to find any name that seemed familiar to her only to look deflated halfway through.*\"I don't think I remember any of these spells...\"*She murmured. Part of her could remember a time when she used spells to help protect herself in combat, though she doesn't even know where to begin here. Resting her head in her hand, she was beginning to think that Nature Magic wasn't all she'd hope, only for a spell to catch her eye. Nature Tongue. She turned the book back around to face him, asking:*\"What about this spell... I...Don't remember ever using it but... I've heard of people that had these abilities to talk to animals... Do you... Think it would be possible for me to learn it...?\"*She asked him as if needing his insight for it. Juna remembered the crow woman from the forests who also had the skill to, even hearing from a friend that some had the gift, though she never fully understood it. There was a time when she thought her bird talk, even a horse as well. But surely it was just part of her own delusions. Yet here it is, a spell right before her eyes. Could she to come to understand how to speak with her own companions?*" }, { "author": "asenthena23", "message": "SC! *He watches as she flips through the pages of the book to find anything that may be familiar to her. Scott sat there, not much help, because he didn't know how he could help. While he waits, he holds his hand out to Juna's canine in a friendly gesture, like you're supposed to do with dogs before petting them. He was waiting for the wolf to make any movement or thought towards his hand when Juna seemed to recognize something from the book. Scott pulls his hand back and turns his head back towards the book to look at the spell that she had found. He didn't recognize the name, but she described something that he's been able to do nearly his whole life.* **\"It is familiar to me, yeah. I can talk to animals at certain times. I'm still trying to gain control of it, as I've been able to for years, yet I don't have complete control. So, technically, yeah I believe that you can learn it. With a lot of determination and dedication, I'm sure anyone could learn it. Maybe.\"** *He chuckles and shrugs, looking at the animals.* **\"Though sometimes I wish I could understand them. Sometimes it's better not to know what other animals go through or have been through.\"** *He watches his husky, laying with Jace silently, breathing evenly. She was relaxed it seemed.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You can do it too?\"*She questioned, a flash of surprise crossing her gaze. Did everyone here have that ability? Juna was about to ask it aloud, but she quickly caught herself and decided to focus on his words instead. 'With enough determination and dedication anyone could learn it.' Surely she had that as well. However, as he mentioned it being better not knowing what the animals went through, she slowly began sliding the book away from him.*\"So... Do you think I shouldn't learn it...?\"*She asked, as if retracting her initial idea of trying to figure out the spell. Maybe she didn't need to hear her animals talk to her, or maybe the doubt was clouding her judgement again. What if her animals didn't even want to talk to her? Would it have been pointless to try so hard in learning only to know that her animals didn't care? Surely her animals would love to communicate with her. That wasn't just wishful thinking, right?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The air brought an odd aura of calm to the Canifor. She found herself laying against a flat rock that jutted out from the ground. Bamboo trees surrounded her on every side, yet surprisingly enough, the spot she rested in left a parting to allow sunlight to beam down and heat the rock with its early morning rays. Juna had only recently discovered this area after having to hunt down her jackal for wandering off. Funnily enough, the canine had dozed off on one of these rocks, clearly not looking for any rescue. Juna didn't understand it much until she tried it for herself, but now she found herself at peace despite her animal companions not accompanying her for this trip out into forests.\n\nIt had been several months since she had originally decided to stay in Runra, fleeing the mainland in fear of it. While she still had yet to connect with the people in the city itself, she had met a few others that helped ease her worry of this place giving her the same experiences Ramul Ta had. Sometimes she wondered if she should take the time to return and possibly reconnect with old friends, but she had never been more at peace than when she decided to stay here. It was lonely at times, but the stress of suddenly becoming a target had reduced to nothing more than the occasional aggressive wild animal.\n\nJuna knew there was more she was meant to do here. Her time spent in this magical bamboo forest had lead her to discovering things beyond her own grasp of reality. It was always off-putting, but it only compelled her to search further. Maybe, just maybe there was something she was meant to find out here. The lady she had once met seemed to suggest it, but what that thing may be, only time will tell. It didn't concern Juna at the moment. The only signs and clues she's ever seen appeared at its own accord. She was sure she'll know when she'll know. For now, she simply relaxed under the rays of the warm sun.*" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*The air had shifted as a sudden presence emerged within the confines that was the bamboo labyrinth. The sound of crunching grass was faint and Afar. Yet, it appeared to be approaching the vicinity of the Canifor — leaving them unsure if its advance was hostile or just another passerbyer.\n\nOn further inspection the presence had tainted the once natural essence of the forest. The sound of birds and morning insect cries seemed to pause for a moment — there was a disturbance.\n\nIn a Dauntingly fashion, there was a new—yet familiar scent, being revealed to more modernized and refined than the rawness that was wild. It was no animal, as It disturbed the ambience with its eccentric aroma— sticking out like a sore thumb, in comparison to the wildlife and plants alike. It was clear, as scent of socialite society was potent. The presence was clearly out of place yet— it seemed calm, focused, and nowhere near out of its element despite it contrasting with its environment around it. More importantly, it had incited an unusual familiarity to the Beastkin, a long forgotten scent, that could've have been likely dulled over that lack of exposure.\n\nThe Squire had found himself once again wandering the lands of Ramal Ta and more specifically Runra, for the first time — he walked these lands native to the horn people. It seemed to leave him in awe to learn new cultures. Yet, it wouldn't be his last venture into the forest. As per usual, he'd find himself pondering as to why did he find the urge to explore the wilderness. There was nothing for him here—... He was no naturalist, nor huntsman. Yet he always found it instinctual to get lost here amongst the greenery. Funnily enough, most of his noteworthy experiences had happened in the wilds. So, It wouldn't be alien to not seek out the thrill of a new encounter.*\n\n•••\n\n*A small chuckle would escape the side of his mouth; Recalling all those moments he had fondly remembered, all those he had come to greet. As guilt seemed to settle in, his thoughts turned sour that he had let his few connections all — fade away. Lucrum would recoil. In which, come to a complete stop — Before letting out irritated sigh.*\n\n** *\"What happened to me—?\"* ** \n\n*Lucrum mumbled to himself softly, however, his thoughts would be intercepted. His peripheral had notice the difference in discoloration amongst the forest. As a beam of light seemed to dawn over a boulder—...?*\n\n`Hawkeyes Trait`\n**Without much hesitation, Lucrum would focus in on the discovery and squint his eyes; as the beam of light hit the lens.**\n\n*Lucrum tilt his head every so slightly, to avoid the rays that tried blinding him. However, as he remained motionless and survey around the endless stocks of string bean bamboo. He'd stare and blink dumbfoundedly, as he realized what sat beside the Rock.*\n\n**It was— A Canifor— all the way out in Runra?**\n\n*Having not recognized who the Canifor was fully; But, Lucrum was mindful with his approach making it audible, obvious, and keeping his weapons sheathed and hands at his side. As Lucrum stepped past the edge of the bamboo and into the clearing. His face completely illuminated and gaze harshly blinded by its brightness...*\n\n**He'd join the Canifor in the sunlight.**\n\n#" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Against the bright swath of green that covered the entire forest, Juna practically stuck out like a sore thumb. Her dark fur sat like a shadow against the shiny grey rock she was on, though with her hardly moving she could have been missed by a passing glance. It didn't seem like the Canifor took notice of the squire. Having sat in the warmth for so long she had almost gone into doze. \n\nHer ears twitched at the sound of crunching grass. It was more out of reaction than actual care. Juna was used to the rare sound of wildlife roaming amongst the forests. Besides a few birds and the occasional rodent, the liveliness of the forest was practically invisible to her. \n\nA breeze blew past her, picking up the scent of the squire and carrying it to the Canifor. Her nose scrunched up a bit from the disturbance in the air. Although it wasn't completely unpleasant, faintly familiar actually. She sniffed at the air a couple times, trying to figure out what she remembered it from. Juna was never really used to using her heightened senses. Often they came to her naturally, though a few others had been helping her indulge in their uses. It was strange to her at first, but overtime had become more instinctual.*\n\n*The smell was definitely familiar, but completely foreign to anything she'd think to find in the wilderness. Almost like it was another person entirely. One that hadn't spent their days wandering the forests for long. Not to mention, the sound of approaching that appeared to be getting louder. Juna's eyelids appeared to scrunch in thought and only then did she open them and decide to take a look. At first she was blinded by the light shining down on her, forcing her to have to turn her head. As her gaze gradually fell on the squire, her eyes widened.\n\nWith a yelp, she slide down off the rock, standing back up with admirable speed in her not expecting them to be this close already. Her once emptied mind began running through a series of thoughts. \n\nWho was he? What did he want? Where was her staff? Were the others okay? How long has she been asleep? \n\nThe Canifor didn't take her eyes off him, having let herself be startled by a potential visitor, or traveler rather. Visitors weren't typically for her after all. She sucked in a breath, trying to get herself to calm down as she smoothed down her fluffed up head fur with a hand. When she looked back at him however, it didn't seem to be out of recognition. In fact, she seemed completely oblivious to who they were despite what familiarity his scent brought.*\n\n\"I... Wasn't expecting others to... Come through here...\"*She said in her usual quiet tone, her ears lowering on her head as they typically did in the presence of others.*\"Were you... Hoping to enjoy this spot as well...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "**\"Woah, Hey, Chill out, I have no quarr—...\"**\n\n*The Squire would droop his arms as he watched the Canifor—Kemomimi—? He wasn't exactly sure anymore. But the Kemomimi made the most sense. Regardless, he'd stand there blankly as she scattered away from him and freaked out. He didn't move an inch, for two reasons; One he was flabbergasted at the idea he could actually scare the daylights out of someone and two to ensure he wasn't a threat to the individual. He was just your typical adventurer, going to places he had little clue. Surely, he wasn't that scary right?*\n\n**Right...?**\n\n*The Squire eyebrow would arch in thought. For a moment a whimsical idea emerged and it couldn't be helped that succumb to his intrusive thoughts; raising his cape to cover his mouth and imitate the sound of a ghost — or a vampire.*\n# I'm tHe sPiriT oF *CriMsOn BaMbOooOooo~ Feeeeaaaar mEeee,* For am here to *HAUNT THEEEE~!*\"\n\n*Lucrum would pause for a an extended moment as he waited to see her reaction to his supernatural mimicry— It was pretty obvious, he wasn't a ghost and he was just humoring the situation; After a few moments, He'd shake his head and give a lowly chuckle, seeing that the efforts to deescalate the situation was successful or not. Regardless, he'd clear his throat and respond to her questions.*\n\n\"Not expecting other to come through here? You'd be surprised how easily it is to get off the beaten path... With that said, I—uh, think I'm lost. I was sightseeing beforehand. However, I'm not in the mood to scale flimsy bamboo to get a vantage point...\"\n\n\"—Take a break on the rock? Erm, I mean, I don't know... Seems like it took you a while to find this little spot? I feel bad for taking your spot on it. Given how comfortable you look dozing off— Quite envious that someone would be about to rest with all the stuff out here...\"\n\n•••\n\n*Lucrum began to questioned how intimidating he truly was on the day to day basis. While he'd pick up his head and arms, he gave a little wave to the half-kin individual with an audible whoosh of his side cloak he'd get ready to strike an overly-animated posed to before he made his namesake known.*\n\n\"Small Talk aside, I am—\"\n*He throw in a small pirouette, before pointing toward the half-kin individual.*\n T. Khamiel—!*\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna was going to ask if he was actually a spirit if not for the animated display. Instead she merely dropped her gaze, throat burning in the embarrassing at the thought that she could have actually believed it. She should know better. After all, the Canifor had met spirits before.*\"Right...\"*She uttered quietly, a lack of any enthusiasm in her tone. Juna wondered if the spirits ever saw people mocking them. Maybe it was better if she didn't know at this moment.\n\nWith the threat gone, Juna sat back down on the rock, relishing its warmth beneath her while she regarded the squire in a different light. He did seem quite familiar. It wasn't everyday she saw some dressed in such lavish attire even by adventurer standards. Not that she's seen many since she's been here. One ear raised atop her head, giving off a perplexed expression. \n\nAt his decline towards taking over the rock, Juna simply gave a dip of her head.*\"It might be... A bit too late for me to doze off again now... I don't mind sharing the space... Well unless... You are looking for the way out of here... I...Know this place quite well...\"*Juna tilted her head a bit in question of what he meant by stuff being out here. The animals? The spirits? No definitely not the latter, he didn't seem to take the idea of them serious enough. If not for visiting the temple, Juna would have figured it all in her head anyways. Maybe just the former then, but Juna was used to most wild animals.\n\nIt wasn't until the squire had said his name, that something clicked in the back of the Canifor's mind.*\"Lu... Crum...?\"*She asked slowly. The name was familiar, the scent, the attire, the... Personality...? Maybe she had come across him at some point during her time here.*\n\n\"I'm... Juna...\"*She said in return before looking at him with a confused expression.*\"I'm sorry but... Haven't we met before...?\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "\"It's—... Been awhile since I had talked to anybody beyond business... But— that was probably months ago. But yes, We very well may have... But I can't pinpoint... Where I've seen your face before...\"\n*The squire would tap his forehead in a show of gesture. Asking to her help him refresh his mind.*\n\n**As he did so he'd stare at the palm of his hand, counting the lines—... Examining the details of each and every one.**\n\n# you been to Lymia—? Mentia—? Any of those places?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "**\"Fair enough.\"**\n\n*Lucrum would wave off the idea of him being scary; as she proved his suspicions to be untrue. He didn't see himself as being an imposing individual. Snarky—? Whimsical—? Charming—... Perhaps, but drop dead petrifying was off the list. It was clear this lady was just an all around skittish individual. Either through paranoia or weariness.\n\nNonetheless, it wasn't a bad thing to be in this world. The squire would twirl his hand as it danced with each word he spoke.*\n\n\"Kemomimi—Kemonomimi—Kitsune—Canifor; Potato—Tomato—Bah, It's hard to spot the difference when you guys all have similar ears, tails, and colors. No offense.\"\n\n**He'd Pause; Realizing what he had insinuated he'd double back.**\n\"I didn't mean it like that— I—I'm saying it's very rare to see a canifor so far from—... **Home.**\"\n\n*Lucrum would rub the back of his nape, as he'd trail off on the idea of 'home'. For the squire, he really didn't know what to think of Lymia. His treatment compared to the Tholian's was vastly different. He couldn't help but show a visual look of grimace from where he was raised, and how he was raised. \n\nWhen compare to the typical Macen; he was more alike to the elves than his own kin. It was a disturbing thought. However, before he could delve further he'd over hear the Canifor. Throwing out ideas of where they had met before, apawn the mention of the Jackal, He'd freeze as the fuzzy memory all came rushing back to him.*\n\n\"The Wolf and the Jackal... **Juna and Jace...**\"\n*He'd show his hand to the Canifor with a painful smile; The Scar was faint, yet he recalled how painful the bite of the Jackal was... \n\nThey had met indeed met before— Not once but twice. He seemed to laugh in defeat at the core memory, but nonetheless he seemed shocked that he had ran into the Canifor for a third time. He'd shield his face as he chuckled.*\n\"**Oh my goodness...—** We have to stop meeting like this, Haha—! Juna—! It's been so long— How have you been?\"\n\n•••\n\n*His eyes would widen as he realized, frenetically looking around for the Jackal and springing up on his feet. He had to stay on his toes if didn't want to get bit again!*\n\n\"Where is that little rascal Jace? Huh, is he out hunting? Napping...? ** *Is he stalking us?!* ** He must've gotten much-much bigger since we've last met.\"\n*He'd watched the shift in demeanor, as Juna and her skittish personality brighten up slightly from realizing that had met before— Yet, it seemingly darken at the mention of Lymia and Mentia alike. He seemed to raise a hand to pressure it, understand why. But retracted from doing so in the moment. He didn't want a friendly reunion to be bogged down by negative memories. \n\nHe was certain that he felt similarly about 'Home', but he'd let Juna have her privacy. Although, it seemed to eat at him slightly.*\n\n The squire would give her a reaffirming nod as he raised both hands as if he was backing off from the topic.\n\n# times the charm I suppose—...?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna decided to ignore the racist comments of the Macen, instead just letting out a quiet sigh in response. Definitely the same Lucrum she's met before. She gave a light shake of her head as he tried to retract the statement with another.*\"Where is a... Canifor's home?\"*She asked him, raising an eyebrow in question as she wasn't too sure herself. What did he consider to be home from her? Or rather where did he assume she came from? She had grown curious now. It seemed like he was trapped on that conversation.\n\nShe looked at the scar on his hand as he showed it off, a more apologetic look crossing her face with the past moment seeming a lot less funny when it was waved in front of her. She was glad Jace was much better now. Mostly anyways. He had become more tame, though sometimes she wondered if that was from training or something going on in the forest. When she had lost him some time ago he had wound up in a terrible state. The Jackal had acted different ever since. Juna's shoulders slouched from her clouded thoughts as she began to wonder if something more had happened. He seemed more at peace. It was almost strange to her in a way, yet she didn't mind it. Did she?\n\nShe quickly shook her head to and fro as she realized Lucrum had asked her a question about the Jackal's whereabouts.*\"Oh... Well he's at the house right now... Probably watching over...\"*Juna paused, a faint memory coming back to her with the previous time they've met. Her bird was still an egg then. Lucrum probably had no clue about their hatching.*\"Oh... Well I guess you've never met Juniper before... I mean... Well you may remember her as... Eggbert-.\"*She corrected herself, deciding to use a name he'd be more familiar with. The Canifor stood up from the rock a glanced back out towards the forest.*\"Would you like to meet them?\"" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "\"You think I don't study Canifor cultures—...?\" \n\n*The Squire seemed to deflate mentally as Juna seemed unamused by his remark. Seemed he took the sigh at heart. Before he could try and further back down. He wondered where was home for a Canifor? However, he was quick witted. As to not make himself seem ignorant he'd come up with the best answer on the spot.*\n\n\"**Psh, In a Family— of course...!** Like a clan or a uhh... Pack—! Right? Right...\"\n*He'd cross his arms and would nod confidently, he seemed to hold smirk to give off the idea he knew how Canifor culture and families worked. However, it was clear he was trying not agitated the Canifor any further on topic. He was genuinely trying to be modest.\n\nHe was quite literally holding his breathe, waiting for her respond as he felt he was missing an important detail about Juna.*\n\n*Lucrum would eventually exhale after seeing Juna's solemn demeanor towards the scar Jace had given him. Seeing the empathy, He'd quickly make a make light of it despite the vivid memory of it.*\n\n\"It's alright now, It healed over well. Haha... I remember you saying weren't very good in healing way back then, so you came a long way and if anything, it gave me a story to tell.\"\n\n*He'd clear his throat and humored the scar as the next few words as he imitated a lady asking himself a question:*\n\"Oh my, where did you get that scar?\"\n\n\"I was challenged by a Jackal, the Mightiest of them all... As it sprung to Attack; It left me no choice but to bear and grin it, as it's ferocious maw clamped down a-pawn my hand... There I stood— Unfazed by the pain, Where I shed __NOT__ a single tear. Leaving the Jackal in awe at my mettle, as it merely release my hand...\"\n\n\"Ohohoho~ Quite the Daunting Adventurer.\"\n\n•••\n\n*As the Squire would conclude his act, with a giddy chuckle. He'd clear his throat. Getting back to a more serious tone.\n\nIn comparison to what actually happened; He made it seem as if he hadn't foolishly GIVEN his hand out to Jace to bite it and with the emphasis on not crying was apparent. He fabricated the event heavily.*\n\n\"There may be a tiny bit of exaggeration, but it has entertained everyone that's asked about it. All thanks to you to.\"\n\n*Lucrum was being genuine, he didn't hold any malice towards Jace nor Juna. Seeing as he had just came up with an elaborate tale of him challenging Jace. It was safe to say he was fond of the memorable pair.*\n\n\"**Juniper—Eggbert... OH—!** They hatched!? Huh, well then. Did you ever find out what came from the hatcling? Could've been a dragon for we know, but as far as I can recall? I can't remember what you told me...\"\n\n\"Now that I think about it, For how long it took to hatch... I could've been a dragon? You sure it wasn't a dragon?\"\n\n*The Squire joked about the dragon part, but he found his own amusement and played along with it. If it wasn't obvious that he was a jester at heart, it was clear now, albeit a very poor one. As Juna offered to get the chance to see them outside the shell. He was quick to double back, covering his ears and breaking into a tangent.*\n\n\"Nonono, wait. Don't tell me—! Don't tell me!— I'd be happy to see Eggbert in person. I can make the time for this, it's not like I got anything better else to do than get lost and tell stories.*\n\n*Without much delay he'd, walk over to Juna with his ears still covered to insure she would spoil the reveal. Speaking loudly with a smile adorn to his face he'd gesture that he was ready.*\n\n**\"I can't hear you, but lead the way—!\"**" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The cleric kneaded her temples, humming in consternation as she cast her mind back.*\n\"Mm... I know a couple, but only on the mainland. No-one close to Runra... But I'm sure we can find someone! You don't wanna do anything bad with 'em, after all~\"\n*Her jubilance returned momentarily, clasping Juna's hands and smiling brightly.*\n\"We can go soon? Maybe in a couple days? Might need some supplies first... Food n' stuff.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna seemed a bit absent from the cleric's words, looking quite confused when she said they would be leaving soon and needing supplies.*\"Go... Where exactly...?\"*She asked slowly, more so in confusion to what all the prep was for.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"A temple? Or maybe a shaman? We can go look?\"\n*Cecilia's excitement paused as Juna questioned her, blinking deliberately and tilting her head slightly.*\n\"You can't just stay here and wait for things to happen..?\"\n*There was a sad curiosity in the back of her voice, part of her knowing that was the kemonomimi's intent from the beginning. But she couldn't sit idly by, not with such danger hanging over her friend's head like this.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Part of Juna wondered if it would be less trouble letting things happened as they were rather than going out the way for the potential of even poorer news. She could pick up on her friend's sadness, however, and dipped her head in acceptance to the idea.*\"Alright... I'll go get more food then...\"*She said. The weapon turned back into in a bow, ridding any physical presence of part of it belonging to a ghost. The weapons were beginning to seem less different in the canifor's eyes. She got up and turned away, beginning to head back off towards the river and leaving her friend with her two animal companions, both of which seem to share slight feeling of discomfort as they watched the Canifor go.*" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"I'm just worried...\" She hummed quietly as Juna made to leave, slumping beside the two beasts and watching them with a sad expression. Things had been stable here in the thicket, but there was only so much that waiting for nature to take its course could do. If they knew more, it would be easier... Cecilia began packing, moving slowly as not to disturb too much of the house. They had a long journey, and it seems she was the only willing participant.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*A bowl of ramen.*\n\n*Such a dish was normally not reserved for special occassions. Soft, springy noodles, a savory broth, thin slices of meat, dried seaweed, and grreen onions to top it off made for an easy yet delicious dish.*\n\n*Yet he could not eat it regularly without feeling guilt. Today was a treat for his deeds. Helping a cat get down from a tree, helping out with cutting firewood, and stopping a mugging. Not bad for a day's work. Seated on a wooden bench, he had decided that it was good enough for Fuku, and had gotten himself a bowl of the noodles from a stand on the road.*\n\n*Subarashi blew on the hot bowl of ramen before praying for a brief moment, only then picking up his chopsticks.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Atop her Airstrider mount and being followed at her side by her Jackal, Juna was making her way along the roads of Runra. The Canifor had earlier decided to leave the bamboo forest, following a dream she had a night ago. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but she had seemed to be in a particularly better mood since revisiting the temple. Her staff laid flat across her legs and she had finally cleaned herself up a bit after months of roaming the woods. Her gaze had fallen upon another that was sitting on a bench at the side of the road, the scent of ramen filling her nose and driving her curiosity. She lifted her hand to offer a friendly wave to the individual, her bashfulness still having not fully left with the new mood. Her jackal, on the other hand, held less concern and was quick to approach and investigate this new person.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Subarashi picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, admiring the marbling before seeing something strange. A kemonomimi (or so he thought) riding a giant bird. Seeing the woman wave, he held his bowl and chopsticks in one hand, reciprocating with a warm smile before looking to the jackal approaching him.*\n\n\"He smells the ramen, huh? The stall here is excellent. I recommend it.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"That and... He's probably just trying to get something from you...\"*She says in quiet prediction. Sure enough the Jackal started barking at the man. Juna slowly came up after him to ward the animal off before sheepishly gazing at the man from stop her mount.*\"Is it... Really that good...?\"*She asks.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*The blond put his Nagamaki to the side before eating the piece of meat in his chopsticks, and nodded.*\n\n\"I think so.\"\n\n*He also wanted the vendor to get more customers, who was waving over to Juna.*\n\n\"Seems like he wants some meat? What's his name?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Jace...\"*She answered simply.*\"And... He can just be a bit needy at times. He'll... Eat whatever he seems to be good enough to him...\"*The Canifor dismounted from her bird and as she did, the animal suddenly began running about the area while the jackal playfully chased them. Juna caught sight of the vendor waving at her and her ears lowered a bit in hesitance.*\"I suppose it's worth trying then? Sorry I'm... Kind of new to the area...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Oh don't worry too much about it. The people are nice as long as you're polite. It's part of the culture.\"\n\n*Subarashi blew on the warm soup before slurping up some noodles, nodding in response to the taste. His eyes wandered to Juna's head though, where he spotted her animal ears.*\n\n\"Are you a kemonomimi? Maybe from the Dezabia area?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*One of Juna's ears perked up at the resposne and, glancing over at the ramen vendor, she decided to make her way over and order something very simple from what they had. It wasn't long until she returned back while she waiting for her meal and listening to the question that followed.*\n\n\"No... No just a uh... Strange looking Canifor I guess...\"*Juna let out a light laugh that eventually ended with a sigh in how half hearted it was.*\"I am from Salvainia. It's... Really the only true place I feel familiar with...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Huh? Oh, macenized! I see, sorry about that-\"\n\n*Whoops. That was dumb. At least the vendor seemed happy that he had another customer. Another good deed.*\n\n\"Salvania? What are you doing so far from home?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's... Fine...\"*She said.*\"I get it a lot...\"*The Canifor seemed a bit more apprehensive about answering the other question. She dropped her gaze and looked to be taking a moment to think it over.*\"Hiding from it I... Guess-.\"*She said with a nervous laugh.*\"I'm... Just not ready to go back yet, I... Feel like I have something to do here first...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"...I see. I understand. Well, we can deal with that later, right? We have some good ramen to keep ourselves away.\"\n\n*Subarashi raised his bowl to Juna. He knew all too well about trying to deal with problems.*\n\n\"What is it you're doing here? Or can you not say?\"\n\n*The blond looked to Juna's staff. It seemed ordinary, but something seemed off about it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*As Juna eventually received her meal, she gave a light nod and slowly took a seat on the bench Subarashi was sitting on. She didn't know how to use chopsticks, so she just messed around with them a bit before eventually deciding to settle on using a fork.*\"I'm... Following something... Or well... Someone...\"*She answers, not taking her eyes off the bowl of ramen as she ate.*\"I can say but... It's just... Well... I guess I'd sound pretty crazy if I did...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Subarashi gave the Canifor an odd look when she mentioned she was following someone, then resumed eating his ramen. He had his own fair share of strangeness.*\n\n\"Well, you don't seem like the stalker type... So what's it like? Don't worry about sounding crazy. I'm following the will of someone no longer alive.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna looked over at him and gave a tilt of her head. With a quiet chuckle, she looked back down at her ramen and continued eating.*\"I guess... In a way... I am as well...\"*She says in response to the last thing he said.*\"I... See spirits very often... Sometimes roaming the land and sometimes in my dreams... I've been trying to follow one for a long time... They've been leaving clues for me to follow... And I've been trying to follow their trail... It feels right... But I'm not too sure why...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Suba blinked. Spirits? And someone from Salvania. Perhaps the system extended to all over, not only just in Runra. The ronin spoke up suddenly, evidently interested.*\n\n\"What kind of spirits? Animals? People? Dead people?\"\n\n*He realized he was speaking too quickly, and chuckled, going back to his ramen.*\n\n\"Sorry, that was a bit much. My mentor taught me about spirits a bit, but I never thought it'd actually be the case for a Salvanian too.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears fell back on her head as she was suddenly met by all the questions.*\"Usually animals... But sometimes... Dead people-.\"*She answers.*\"I figured... Spirits were very common here... At least it would make my case seem a lot less uncommon but... I usually get weird looks for it... Only one of them ever really talks to me directly at least outside of my dreams...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Huh. So maybe I'll see her after all. Spirits are indeed common here in Runra. They're the ones responsible for all of our strengths, you know? Whether it be magic, strength, agility, or even intelligence.\"\n\n*Whether that was actually true was debatable.*\n\n\"Even if you don't believe in ancestral spirits, one's own spirit can often be the source of your strength. In the region I'm from though, it's more common to pray to an Uha. They don't talk, often. It's really a matter of faith, which leads to results.\"\n\n*Subarashi took a small break to scarf down some more noodles.*\n\n\"It's a strange system, but it works. Maybe it's an Uha you're seeing!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"An... Uha...?\"*She questioned slowly. It could explain the one she was seeing in her dreams, but she couldn't figure out where it was this 'Uha' was taking her if leading her somewhere was its goal. She supposed it did eventually lead her to Subarashi which was a little comforting to know of another that believed in these spirits. It made her feel less weird.*\"I guess the... Ones in the forests and... Dreams can be... I don't think the one that stays in my weapon is. He... Talks very often... Well whenever he's not in the weapon anyways. He kind of seems different from the other spirits though so maybe that's part of it...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"A type of spirit. Gods, basically. There's a lot of other types too, though I can't remember them off the top of my head. Mountains, forests, people, animals all have spirits.\"\n\n*So there was a spirit in the staff. It just seemed like a simple wooden staff though. So why did he feel like there was something more to it?*\n\n\"Weapons have spirits too. Though, a simple staff surely can't contain much power, right?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It was a simple staff. At some point I must have merged my weapon with his... I...Don't really remember certain things I do with his weapon around. I... Sometimes feel like I'm acting without thinking and... It's a little scary... But things have gotten better... They should get better...\"*She says looking towards her staff.*\"I hear stories of great spirits... I don't believe he is one, but I believe the spirits brought me to him for a reason... Even if... It's not so clear right now... Even if it's just to give me... Someone to talk to...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"...Was? I know weapons have spirits. I didn't know they could talk. Do you want to bring him out to talk? I'm no priest, but maybe we can figure something out.\"\n\n*Was this even a good idea? It would certainly give him the chance to see a spirit in person. The best he had done was communicating with the Goddess of the Underworld; he didn't know about summoning much.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She glanced over at him with uncertainty.*\"Are... You sure? He's... Not the nicest sometimes... Well very blunt actually... My... Friends don't seem to like him that much...\"*Her ears lowered on her head at the thought.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Hm. Only if you want to. It's just that the chance to actually see a spirit is something I'd like to not pass up. Do you know what type he is? Is it the weapon itself or the spirit of a person?\"\n\n*Subarashi was clearly excited at the prospect of seeing a spirit for the first time, yet also apprehensive for some reason. He soon found himself done with his noodles, and tilted the bowl in order to drink all the delicious broth.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She looked to her weapon and seemed to think for a moment. There was nothing to say anything bad would happen from someone talking to the spirit. The ritual should have hopefully assured that. At least enough to convince her. She eventually nodded and placed her finished bowl aside.*\"Alright.\"*She says. Juna took her staff and in a flash of light, it changed its form to take on the appearance of a Kanabo.*\"Oshikuru... Are you there? Someone wants to meet you.\"*She says.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Someone wanted to meet him? Well, he had nothing better to do. Not like he could eat ramen as a spirit. A crimson ethereal mist rose from the Kanabo, forming a hand. Gripping the weapon, the rest of the oni soon formed, a terrifying aura forming around him. He looked to Juna and the blond next to her, tilting his head. He easily towered over both of them, even if they were standing.*\n\n\"...Who is this?\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"...A kanabo?\"\n\n*Subarashi looked in awe as the red mist formed, which soon turned to fear as he saw the oni in front of him. It wasn't just his size; he had sparred against opponents that large. Rather, it was the killing intent that he exuded. He immediately grabbed his Nagamki, ready to draw.*\n\n\"So, uh, this is the spirit-?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Yes this is him.\"*She responds.*\"He sometimes talks about when he used to be alive so... I believe he's the spirit of a person... That maybe got trapped in a weapon... His weapon... The kanabo I believe...?\"*She looked over to Oshikuru for confirmation of it. At Subarashi's reaction, her own expression melted to nervousness. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to summon him. Would a fight break out? What would Juna do then? Of course she should have considered this earlier!*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Yes. I was a person. This was my weapon. So, small man. What is your business with me?\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Subarashi was silent for a time, before finally mustering up the courage to speak. Was this what people's spirits were like? Were they all this terrifying?*\n\n\"I... Wanted to see what a spirit was like.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"...Spirits. I'm a rare one. The rest of them seem to hate me, for some reason.\"\n\n*The oni looked to Juna.* \"Is that all?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna looked between Oshi and Subarashi before eventually giving a dip of her head.*\"Yes... That is all Oshikuru...\"*She answers.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Fine. Just call me if you need to kill anything.\"\n*The demon disappears into the weapon*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Subarashi let out a massive sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat off his brow he didn't even realize he had.*\n\n\"Surely not all spirits are like that... Right?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well I've seen other ones... But... They don't really talk... They kind of just... Roam I guess... And usually run away if I get too close... But I guess those that have died before might be a little spiteful...\"*She says. The Canifor transformed the Kanabo back into her staff and resumed eating the bowl of ramen.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"I meant terrifying. My first instinct was that it was dangerous, but I felt that if I even tried to draw my sword, he would cave my head in an instant.\"\n\n*Subarashi inhaled deeply before letting an exhale out to calm himself. Could Fuku take on 'Oshikuru'? What about Zed? If neither of them could, then he surely stood no chance. It wouldn't matter if he could get a second chance at life; the oni would probably keep smashing away until he was a pulp.*\n\n\"Well, at least that confirms their existence.\"\n\n*Subarashi brought out a long spear, the tip a stout, long blade.*\n\n\"I wonder if there's a living spirit in this too. It belonged to my mentor. She's dead now.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gave a tilt of her head.*\"Could be...\"*She says, thoughtfully.*\"Can you sense a spirit inside it? I can sense Oshikuru very well in this weapon. But maybe his aura is just strong... I'm... Not too sure...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"I can't. I'm not very good at it. The only time I've sensed anything was... When she died. Sokenbepe. The goddess of the underworld.\"\n\n*Subarashi visibly shivered, though it wasn't clear as to whether it was Oshikuru or Sokenbepe he was scared of. Maybe both.*\n\n\"I never want to meet a spirit like that again.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's head tilted to the side. Her bowl of ramen was about finished and as her jackal and Airstrider were circling their way back around, she placed the bowl on the ground for them to bare the remains, albeit Jace partially bullying Juniper into letting him have a larger portion.*\"What was it like...? If you... Don't mind saying...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Like I was going to die. Like he had the strength of an entire army. Just his presence is enough to cause concern.\"\n\n*Subarashi looked to the two animals fighting, smiling as the smaller jackal fight for the larger portion.*\n\n\"Is he as strong as he looks? And how under control is he?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I... Am... Not too sure...\"*She answers.*\"I don't think I've ever seen him fight before... But... I'm sure he's pretty strong... At least... An aura like that has to come from someone who is...\"*She closed her eyes and pondered Suba's description of their meeting with the spirit. They said they felt like they were going to die. When doing the ritual she felt like she was already dead. But, it was very peaceful. Not scary. She glanced back at Subarashi.*\"He is bound to this weapon... But I believe if given the opportunity, he can and will fight... But... For now he's usually just dormant until summoned... I don't think I'd like to see him fight... He seems very insistent on killing but... I am not so much...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Huh. Good to see that he's not on the loose then.\"\n\n*...Could spirits be defeated? Perhaps with another spirit? His mind wandered to Zed and his cursed shade. He was sure that he had defeated that one, in a single blow nonetheless. Maybe it was complicated.*\n\n\"So you don't like killing, but he does? How did you come across each other? And how *Do* You control him?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I found his weapon in the forest one day... The... Spirits leads me to it... And something had tempted me to pick it up... That's when I found him... Since then he had spent most of the time in the weapon... But his presence was always around... My friend became worried of his influence of me... Since... Sometimes I don't remember doing certain things... We went to a priest and she had us perform a ritual to assure that he can't take control of me in any way... I don't know if I can control him personally... But he shouldn't be able to control me either... So... I suppose it's just magically binding for him not to...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"So you just... Found him?\"\n\n*Subarashi thought that perhaps an event had occured between the two. A battle, maybe. Or the witness of death. Turns out, Juna had picked him up pure chance. Why did they stay together then, if one wished to battle and the other didn't?*\n\n*Or maybe she chose to stay with him to stop him from killing. If so, then this shy Canifor was more noble than she realized.*\n\n\"Can you tell me about this priest? I'd like to know more about spirits myself. I'm hoping to be able to see my Mentor again.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gave a simple nod to the first question, pondering over the second as she wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to know about Ei.*\"Well I don't visit her too often...\"*She tells him.*\"But... Her name is Ei. She's a Kemonomimi that works at a temple further south of here...\"*The Canifor glanced down at the pair of necklaces she wore.*\"She's been trying to help me with my spirit problems... Help ward off the bad ones while trying to help me be less scared of the good ones...\"*Juna smiled at the thought.*\"She's told me about the spirit of Nari once... She's a spirit that sacrificed her human form and became a fox for the rest of eternity to continue protecting these lands... I believe that's how she said the story went... She told me that sometimes you'd have to sacrifice something for the better... She wanted me to learn to not fear the spirits I see... So I can have a bit more peace of mind...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Ei... I'll keep that in mind. Human to fox? So like a reverse Youkai.\"\n\n*....Did he fear Sokenbepe? Not really. He feared dying, just like everyone else. But he did not fear the goddess herself, even if his sacrificed soul meant he was meant to slave away for over 900 years.*\n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just bombarding you with questions, and we don't even know each other's names. I'm Subarashi.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's alright...\"*She says with a quiet laugh.*\"I'd rather thrbquestions than worrying about spirits all the time... Company helps even if just to talk about them.\"*The Canifor gave her Jackal a pat on the head as he finally returned back with her bird.*\"I'm Juna.\"*She finally says.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Juna. Yeah, that's a Salvanian name alright.\"\n\n*Subarashi smiled at the comment.* \"Thanks. A wanderer's life *Can* Get pretty lonely.\"\n\n*He then stuck his hand out to Jace, hoping that he would take a sniff.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal gave him a look, his lips slowly drawing back into a snarl the closer Suba put his hand. Though that didn't stop the animal from getting a quick sniff before deciding that he didn't like him and turned away to move off from Subara. Juna patted the Jackal instead and looked off down the path.*\"I probably should head off soon... I feel I still have a long trip ahead...\"*She says.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Aw, come on. My soul isn't that bad, surely.\"\n\n*Subarashi seemed to be talking to the jackal, who didn't seem to approve.*\n\n\"Yeah, that's fair. Where are you headed? If any location, really?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Don't mind him. He's just grumpy towards anyone without a peace offering. The peace offering... Being food that is-.\"*She says as she stood up and went to collect her bird.*\"I'm not too sure where exactly... Just... Heading north. It's what the spirits tell me.\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Peace offering? Does he like rice balls?\"\n\n*Subarashi brought out a rice ball wrapped in a leaf, breaking off a piece and offering it to the jackal.*\n\n\"Just north huh? I suppose I can't say much myself. I've no sense of direction anymore.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her jackal stared at the food and slowly took it from the hand before moving away with his new prize. Juna could only laugh quietly at the stubborn animal.*\"Maybe there's something north for you as well... I'm not too sure what the spirits have in store for me but... I feel it may be important...\"*The Canifor went ahead and climbed up on her Airstrider.*\"It's at least... A direction to move in...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"Perhaps. May the spirits bring us good will.\"\n\n*Subarashi stood up, grabbing both Nagamaki and Yari, slinging both of them over his shoulder.*\n\n\"Just keep moving forward... That's a phrase I've heard enough times in my life.\"\n\n*The blond seemed to remember it with fondness, smiling as he said it.*\n\n\"Well, I suppose we go our separate ways. It was good to have a bowl of ramen with you, Juna.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "*The Macen watched the fight in silence. Her eyes followed the combatants as they traded blows and magics with one another. It looked to be a quick match.*\n\n*Her attention was grabbed by the Naga beside her. Her eyes flicked towards the snake-like woman.* \"Thank you.\" *Renev stated. She kept her arms crossed.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She tilted her head back, eyeing the Macen curiously.*\"Not much excitement for someone making it past their first match, hm?\"*She questioned.*\"Not a fan of the fame?\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"No.\" *Was Renev's answer. She turned her head towards Naga and studied the Naga's appearance.* \"Fame is for fools.\" *She continued.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She let out an amused exhale of air.*\"Is there a reason why you're participating in these battles then? I'm assuming not to just fight people.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"Yes.\" *Renev did not elaborate on her reasoning for fighting. Instead she turned her attention back to the fight. She crossed her legs and leaned back into her seat.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She leaned back against her seat as well, idly watching the battles continue.*\"Fighting all you do?\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"Why are you so interested in me?\" *Renev asked the woman. She started side-eyeing the Naga through her helmet*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Curiosity's sake mainly. You seemed to be in a mood since leaving the field. Of course my eyes could have been deceiving me before then. You hardly seem inclined to be here. Would have figured it to be against your will if it didn't sound like you were beating people up just to blow off some steam.\"*She gazed back over to Ren with her serpentine eyes.*\"Nothing to do with Dilarbo, is it? You guys dedicated the win to her, guessing you must be a strong supporter of her.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "*Renev grunted at Kaori's words.* \"I have my reasons for being here. I do not enjoy fighting to beat people.\" *She stated, turning her head towards her conversation partner.* \"I care nothing for Dilarbo. As for the dedication, I was not asked to participate in that decision.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Kaori would admit that Ren's words were a bit confusing. Simply fighting out here for the sake of it yet getting no satisfaction nor caring for the one she was seemingly fighting for.*\"Are you going to give your reasons for being here?\"*She asks, raising an eyebrow.*" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"Money and experience.\" *Renev said, uncrossing her arms. She crossed them again but in a different way.* \"My group seems to want the attention of a warlord. I just want to improve my skills.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"I'm surprised you haven't just joined the war efforts.\"*She says.*\"I would have taken you for the mercantile type in that case. A lot more to gain from it if that's all you're looking to have out here.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"I did.\" *Renev said, recalling the first time she first came to. She quickly came up with an excuse to fill in the gap* \"I left it behind when I realised that it was just a numbers game to the ones in charge.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Income is a number's game to the ones in charge sis.\"*She says.*\"You aren't any more above it doing this than you are going out there. This is just for other's entertainment. A certain warlord's even.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "*Renev hummed in contemplation before giving an answer.* \"Head home. Return to my day job and look for more opportunities to hone my skills.\" *Renev turned her gaze back to the next fight.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Shame. Almost sounds like a wasted trip. Could have used the extra assistance. You seemed very experienced in the craft.\"*She says.*\"There's a lot of mercenary work to be done around here.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "*Ren stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating her choices before answering* \"Are you offering a job?\" *The macen watched the Naga with a more keen interest.*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Only if you're interested.\"*She says with a smile.*\"I'm here for a little bit of a business trip, figured I can find some recruits for the more physical aspect of it. You know, the typical contracting work. Don't consider it a job, so much as a temporary partnership. You will be paid well all the same.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"You have my attention.\" *Renev said, uncrossing her arms. Instead she clasps them in her lap.* \"What does this... Temporary partnership entail?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"I'll keep it simple.\"*She said, flitting her gaze over to the Macen.*\"There are a few people I'm required to assure remain in power. My job is to take care of those that are working to prevent that. All I ask of you is to assist me in snuffing out these opposing forces. No commitment required, can leave at any time, but you are likely to gain more from sticking around longer with the contracts obtained.\"*The Naga was keeping half her attention on the rest of the crowd, as if keeping lookout of any eavesdroppers.*" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"Is that so?\" *Rev contemplated the offer. It was a tempting one to say the least.* \"Sounds simple. But that is rarely the case with such jobs. If I am going to accept your proposal I will need to know more. After all I must make sure you are not leading me into a trap. You understand do you not?\" *The Naga certainly seemed like a cautious woman. Renev herself kept an eye out eavedroppers* \"Try not to fidget too much. You will just be drawing attention to yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She looked at Ren with a face that slightly suggested amusement. The Naga liked this woman already.*\"Indeed I do.\"*The Naga answered.*\"Nothing to speak of right now. This is a *Warlord's* Festival after all and we should enjoy it.\"*She said in a way that suggested she meant otherwise.*\"If you are curious to learn more though, meet me outside the arena when the crowd disperses. I'll fill you in there.\"*After that she went back to watching the battle and it seemed by now they were finishing up.*\"I guess you must be up for your next match soon, huh champ?\"*She asked with a teasing smirk.*\"I'll be rooting for you.\"" }, { "author": "Reneverie Leichenberg", "message": "\"Hm.\" *Renev smiled behind her helmet.* \"I suppose I should get going.\" *She said, standing up from her seat and placing the greatsword on her back.* \"We will talk later then. Enjoy yourself until then miss.\" *Renev then turned to leave* \"Let us hope this one is a fun one.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"I know you won't disappoint.\"*She said in return, watching for the Macen to leave before returning her attention down to the match. This was about to be an interesting partnership.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna sat atop a grassy hill that overlooked the plains she had found herself in. The sun shined brightly overhead, providing a gentle warmth to ward off the cold days she had endured. Juna had been trying to follow what spirits had been telling her by continuing northwards, but now she was quite lost at where to go following the brief showing at the Warlord festival. It was a first for her, getting to see how the soul agreement between her weapon spirit affected their ability to work alongside each other in combat. \n\nShe still wondered why the spirits wanted her to participate in such. Was that the place where her journey ended? The spirits had been awfully silent lately. Currently, the Canifor was attempting to meditate, having been told it could help. Running long the hill, was her Jackal and Airstrider, who were playing with each other unbeknownst to their owner's uncertainty of the end goal here.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*With eyes closed, Juna was allowed attention to sound otherwise ignored. A distant sound, messy and complex. A trotting sound like hooves against the dirt road, accompanied by the off note neigh. Wheels rolling across the gentle landscape, its joints squealing as if they've been without oil too long.*\n\n*They're distant, but seem to be closing. Perhaps a caravan on the nearby path? Only, along the winds brought a familiar scent. An old friend, or an old enemy, the distance kept it ambiguous. Still, it rolled on, seeming to approach the base of the hill Juna rested on.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears flicked at the sound only for the familiar scent to catch most of her attention. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but it did bring a nice feeling. Maybe the spirits were trying to reach out to her again? She still wasn't sure yet, and tried to put her focus on what her other senses could pick up on as her eyes remained closed.*\"...Hello?\"*She called out, trying to see if anyone would answer.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*As Juna called out, the noises seemed to slow. Wheels coming to a gentle stop as the trotting of the horses became sparse. A voice echo'd back.*\n\"Hello?\" \n\n*It was a deep voice, spoken in the common tongue. Perhaps familiar if Juna had the memory for it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna went still. It was definitely someone she knew before. Why did she recognize it. And why from a spirit of all things. Or well so she thought it was. But it definitely wasn't one of the spirits she was familiar with or had seen recently. Was it?*\"I... I think I know you-.\"*She said back.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The sound similar to a large body dismounting from its horse is heard. A heavy landing and gentle clanking from armor, followed by approaching footsteps.*\n\n\"And I you. Your name, maybe not, but your face...\"\n*The footsteps get closer and closer, till they stop, seemingly inches away from Juna's resting place.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna paused, her ears shifting in turn as he got closer. The sound of his voice was getting all the more familiar in time and, in the back of Juna's mind, she could practically envision the friendly grey wolf walking alongside her as she spoke of her troubles. It seemed real, almost.*\"Yes... We were... Friends...? You were a friend-.\"*She stated with wavering certainty.*\"You are-.\"*She slowly opened her eyes, instantly met by the beaming rays of sunlight. However, upon looking up, she noticed the wolf towering above her. In the rays of light, he practically looked ghostly, unreal even and her ears went back instantly as she let out a yelp.*\"Grey??\"*She suddenly said, all ambience of the moment suddenly dropping as fast as her heart did.*\"You're... You're here? Or... Is this dream-? You- aren't dead are you?\"*Many thoughts began flooding her mind at the thought of the wolf suddenly showing up here after years of not seeing him. Even at his decline of visiting her, the message in the watch now felt ominous to his sudden appearance. Did something happen? Was he really a ghost visiting her? What did that even mean?*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The wolf blinked idly as Juna exploded into a thousand questions. As she asks her final one, he thinks to himself on the all the thoughts she expressed. He strolls beside her, slowly letting himself down onto the grass and dirt and breathed an aged sigh.*\n\"Let's see... If this is Runra, than I'm here. A dream...\" \n\n*He glances at Juna and reaches out. Gently pinching her arm and blinking at her expectantly.*\n\"Not a dream either. As for if I live...\" \n\n*He gently takes the same arm he pinched bringing it up to his furred neck. He positions her to find his pulse, and waits for her to answer the question herself.*\n\"So?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna sat frozen in place for several moments as he moved her arm around his neck, feeling the light thudding of the wolf's pulse while she stared agape at him. He was very much alive and here, now of all times. She had asked the spirits for a sign of what to do and they had sent her him. Now she was more confused than ever! A single tear ran down her face. She wasn't really sure why. Did she actually miss him that much or was she just glad he wasn't dead? Maybe a little bit of both. Eventually the Canifor moved her arm away from him and she wiped at her face. Lowering her gaze away, she eventually answered him.*\"You're alive...\"*She confirmed.*\"I... Didn't think you'd come here... Of all places... It's... Very far from the mainland...\"*Her shoulders drooped as her previous thoughts for the reasons of him not coming at her invitation began to surface again.*\"...What are you... Doing here?\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Grey blinked, unintentionally staring as Juna seemed to cry. He didn't know why, or really what to do. Deciding to do nothing at all, except sit with her for a while. The wolf looked across the landscape the hill overlooked, thinking about what to say.*\n\"Yes it is... It's a strange place too.\" \n\n*He looks down at Juna then, pausing in thought.*\n\"Well... I came to see you. To see if you were okay out here. Your letter was a little shocking to get... I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"...You did?\"*She blinked up at him, a little surprised that he did end up coming out to see her after all. The Canifor had almost figured him to be here on some kind of business or something, though she was never really sure what Grey did in his past time. Regardless, the idea of him actually coming over in wanting to see her got a small wag from her, but it went away just as quickly.*\"I am fine... I mean... Sometimes the others worry about me but... I'm okay... I'm better than I've been in a long time-. Just... Maybe a little crazier I guess-.\"*She rubbed at the back of her head, giving a half-hearted laugh at the partial joke. When the moment faded, she fell quiet again and looked out at the horizon.*\"I feel like I've... Finally got a direction to go in... Even if I'm... Not really sure why I'm going in it, but- it must be leading me to something nice, because I got to see you again-.\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"It sounds like you've made some friends out here.\" \n*He smiled, admittedly raising an eyebrow at her crazy comment. He shook it off however, listening to her words. She must have figured something out in the time they were apart. He smiled at her once more, reaching out and gently petting her head.*\n\n\"That's wonderful to hear, Juna. It pleases this old wolf to see a youngling happy to see him.\" \n*He chuckles to himself.*\n\n\"May I ask what you're doing out here? It's a long way from the next town, and traveling alone can be dangerous.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh-. I'm never alone. I have the spirits following me-. And also Jace and Juniper-.\"*She says, gesturing down to the two animals chasing one another around.*\"I've... Been trying to follow what the spirits have been telling me... I've been heading northwards for as long as I can but... I'm not too sure why yet. They haven't given me any hints of what to do outside of that. I thought I'd... Take the time to... Meditate and see if I can reach out to them...\"*She looked back at Grey paused for a bit before continuing.*\"Although... I'm not too sure if they've answered me or... Just tried to distract me from asking questions...\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"Spirits...? How do you mean-\"\n*Grey looked... Admittedly concerned. Maybe she had gone crazy after all. He glances over at Jace and... An oversized bird. Had these been her traveling companions all this time? He felt like he'd read about something similar to this.*\n\n\"Are you okay, Juna?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Right... I guess I'd have to explain that too-.\"*Juna said after realizing just how much had happened since they last met.*\"Ever since I've been here... And well I guess a little bit before... I've been seeing these ghost wolves. They're... A lot friendlier here than the ones on the mainland are... You may have even met one-...If they showed themselves while giving you the message from me anyways...\"*Juna thought on it some more then looked at Grey, taking note of his concerned expression.*\"Never better.\"*She said, answering his question with a smile before it faded to a confused look.*\"Why?\"*She then asks.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Sprits? Ghost wolves? Maybe she was more far gone than she thought... That letter was from those spirits? He didn't see any thing like it, not that he could remember anyway.*\n\"Well it's just... Sprit wolves is alot to believe. I noticed you're traveling alone as well. For how *Long* Have you been traveling alone?\" \n*He didn't say it, but it was a little obvious what he was implying.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears lowered a bit, eventually coming to realize that her spending time with the spirits were no more reassuring to him, than the others.*\"Only for a few months... But nowadays Cecilia usually tags along... And she's very much real and alive...\"*She eventually answers.*\"Sometimes I still go out on my own though. I feel a stronger connection to the spirits that way... Usually. But she's still around... You two seem equally as worried about me... Being around ghosts for so long...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Grey's expression softened more to reluctant acceptance. Maybe this was just her finding her own path... Maybe it was dangerous, and a threat to her well being. Either way, he would be there for her if she asked him too.*\n\n*The wolf glances down at Juna as she asks how long he planned to stay. Simply flopping over onto the grass, exhaling as he looks up at the sky.*\n\"I'm not sure... A week? Two? Maybe a month. There's thing in Mentia I'm still beholden too but... This place isn't so bad.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna smiled at the wolf. Maybe the spirits just figured this was what she needed right now. Even if not, she couldn't suppress the happiness of seeing her wolf friend again. She was beginning to think that he too would fade from her memory in time.*\"Should be plenty of time to meet Cecilia in that case.\"*She says before eventually coming to lay down on the grass as well.*\"It really is peaceful here isn't it...?\"*The Canifor asks him.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"Yes... Yes it is.\" \n*The wolf glances across the sky, admiring the fluffyness of the clouds. That is until a rather loud grumble comes from his own stomach. He lays still for a moment before sitting up, chuckling lightly.*\n\"Suppose that's lunch. Care to join me? Your friends are welcome.\" \n\n*He glances down the field at Jace and the strange bird he hadn't yet met.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's tail flicked against the breeze as she peered over at him. At the mention of lunch, it did occur to Juna that it had been a while since she's eaten.*\"Yeah- lunch sounds pretty good right now.\"*She says to him, sitting up once more.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"Wonderful.\" \n*He smiles and stands up in a fashion befitting an old dog. As he gets to his feet, offers a hand to the young wolf if she's yet to stand. Trotting down to his cart afterwards, seeming to search for some rations.*\n\n\"I can't recall how far until the next village... Were you planning on sleeping under the stars tonight?\" \n\n*He asks Juna idly, fishing through his collection of supplies, tools, and purchases.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna just sat there, eventually being visited by her two animal companions while she watched Grey. At the question of whether or not she planned on sleeping under the stars, she gazed up towards the sky in thought.*\"Hm... I suppose I was...\"*She said, absently.*\"It's usually when the spirits are most active around here...\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"That so? Then maybe I'll have a chance to meet these spirits.\" \n*Grey chuckles, finding a particular crate labeled \"FOOD\". He glances back, finding Juna's two compatriots beside her. He smiles at them, fishing two pieces of jerky out of the crate and tossing one to them each. He then turns back, finding a collection of jerky, bread, and a bottle of wine.*\n\n\"It's not much, traveling rations and all. I promise we'll have a bigger dinner at the next village.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Don't get your hopes up too high.\"*She says, refocusing on the wolf as one of her ears lowered.*\"They can be very... Elusive... Sometimes.\"*At the very least, Juna knew that others were able to see the spirits so even if not Grey, she knew she wasn't completely crazy, but it did make her wonder how he got her message if not meeting the one she sent. Maybe the spirits found some other way. She was not too sure. Her companions meanwhile had been busied away with Jace eating one of the pieces of jerky and then attempting to steal the other one from Juniper in a game of tug of war. It brought Juna back down to earth and caused her to laugh a little. She missed moments like these.*It's okay.\"*Juna said to his apology of the rations.*\"I don't mind either way.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The wolf seemed to chuckle as the two creatures fought. He finds enough food for around three servings. Two for himself, given his size and build. He pushes the crate back, gently lowering himself down on the back of the wagon to rest.*\n\"Come, have a seat. If it's not enough food, just ask. These macen servings aren't as filling to us.\"\n\n*The wolf pats the space beside him as he invites Juna in. He then begins to chow down on some of the rations.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well- you get pretty used to it growing up with them.\"*She says with a light shrug and smile. The Canifor gets up to join Grey. She took a serving for herself, and helped herself to eating it.*\"I can imagine I caused a bit of trouble with them at times with my appetite.\"*She says with a half hearted laugh.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The wolf's ears seemed to perk up as Juna spoke. Granted he was unable to respond right away with a mouth ful of jerky and bread. Soon enough he swallows, and looks down at the young wolf.*\n\n\"You grew up with Macen-folk? I suppose that's obvious considering your appearance...\"\n*The wolf shook his head and chuckles lightly.*\n\"I was much of the same. Although, I seemed to of grown a little more than you did.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gave a nod to his answer, her mouth quite full. While she wasn't stuffing her face as much, her appetite was clearly there with how quickly she ate the food.*\"Yeah... My dad said he had found me alone in the forest. It's a little disheartening if I think about it for too long. Never really sure if that meant I was abandoned or something else happened...\"*She admits once she swallowed down a morsel of food. As she ate, she found herself lightly pressing up against the much larger wolf, his fur becoming too tempting to not rest in.*\"Mmm... You think I'd grow more if I grew up with other Canifor?\"*She asked him, mostly wondering aloud.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"It's possible. Diets, traditions, plus that loss of fur could of stunted you. Then again, im told my parent's were quite large themselves.\"\n*Thats probably the reason those slavers decided to pick him up anyways. The wolf doesn't seem to mind the woman pressing up against him, finding soft spots through the chest plate he wore.*\n\n*The wolf yawns lightly, seemingly quite calm and relaxed in the moment. He finishes the final bite of his bread, popping the wine bottle's cap open. He takes a swig from the bare bottle, before offering some to Juna.*\n\"Should help to wash it down. Aged quite nicely.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Grey's words made Juna wondered what her parents could have looked like. Biological ones anyways. She assumed something similar to her if not just lacking the whole Macenization thing. She wasn't sure and, likely she'd never find out, but she accepted that a long time ago. Juna looked over to the bottle he offered her and gave a slight shake of her head.*\"No thank you... I'm... Fine with just water for now.\"*She says in declining the offer. Instead she made herself more comfortable on the ground after finishing her potions of the food. She sat in silence, which for better or worse left her open to thinking to herself.*\"Grey...?\"*She asks him quietly.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The wolf shrugged; More for him. He pushed the bottle to his lips, downing about half of it in the brief moment of silence between them. His ears perk as he looks down at Juna, setting the bottle down beside himself.*\n\"Yes?\"\n\n*He answered back warmly, wondering what she had on her mind.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna hesitated for a bit before she decided to continue.*\"Do you... Think you being here have anything to do with spirits...?\"*She asked before quickly doubling back in realizing she may have to explain.*\"I've been... Assuming a lot of things have something to do with the spirits lately... Sometimes even small coincidences... But... Sometimes I wonder if thinking the spirits were the cause of everything is just wishful thinking... Sometimes I feel it gives more peace of mind thinking the stuff that happens is... Beyond the control of any living person...\"*She fell silent, hoping she wasn't making herself sound crazy again.*\"You once mentioned something about seeing things as blessings... Maybe the spirits here are giving them to... Make life a little easier now...? Maybe... You coming here was... A blessing in itself now... Just like before...\"*She said the last part under her breath.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Grey raised an eyebrow as he listened to Juna. He paused in thought, deciding to take another sip of the wine bottle. It was only a quarter full by now.*\n\"Couldn't say. Didn't talk to any spirits on the way here, nor before...\"\n\n*The wolf paused, wondering if Juna's mentality was dangerous at all.*\n\"In some regards, yes. No man can control the natural disasters or plagues that sweep cities... But you can always make a difference.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna seemed a little disappointed by the answer, making it out to seem like the spirits are only there to cause bad things to happen. It wasn't the answer she was hoping to get, but she tried to keep expectation low. She simply curls up on the ground and wallows in her thoughts for a bit.*\"Grey...?\"*She began again before falling into silence and continuing soon after.*\"We're friends... Right...?\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*The wolf seemed to settle with the proportionally small amount of alcohol he'd drunk. He looks down at Juna again, seemingly confused at her question.*\n\"Well, yeah...? Why do you ask?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I guess... Well after everything that happened before I left... You may... Not think so...\"*She said.*\"I guess I thought you may have stopped seeing me as one after... Not coming for a while...\"*Juna let out a sigh and rubbed at her face.*\"I'm just... Thinking too much I guess... Sorry... I...I'm sorry for making things harder on the mainland for you...\"*She says, recalling multiple times of her encountering Grey while being in such a depressive state that she could hardly even be happy to have grey around. At least back then that's how it was.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Grey stared rather blankly at the young wolf. Her rant about the past causing him to shake his head lightly. He raises his paw, dropping it on the young wolf's head to calm her.*\n\"I won't lie. It certainly hurt back then... But everyone finds their own path.\"\n\n*Grey yawned lightly, rubbing his face with his other hand.*\n\"It seemed to of worked out. Even if I wasn't apart of it, you found your own path, no?\"\n*The wolf attempted to be rather understanding towards Juna's plight.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's head lowered under his giant paw and she peered out across the horizon in thought. Was this her path? She wasn't even sure where it ended, if it would end, and what to do if it did end. The Canifor had just been traveling north for as long as the spirits been telling her and she still wasn't sure why. She could say that she was at least happier on this path all things considered, but maybe it was from blissful naivety.*\"I... Guess I have...\"*She answered with uncertainty. It was questionable of whether it was her path or the spirits in all honesty.*" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "*Grey took his final swig of the wine, seemingly quite satisfied with himself. He sets the empty bottle aside with the empty rations wrapping. He then makes a great deal of noise as he stands from the cart.*\n\"You don't sound sure of yourself...\" \n\n*He stretches and yawns again.*\n\"All that matters is you're happy and safe. If you are, continue on the path. If you're not... Move on.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well... I do feel happier...\"*She says with a smile towards the wolf.*\"I feel happier now that you're here too... Even if only for a little while...\"*It was a somber thought that at some point in time she had the opportunity to travel with him, but had refused when given the chance. Now that she had fully run away from Ramul Ta, it was a wonder of if the chance will ever come back. She wasn't even sure if she'd say yes now in being on this new path.*\"I'd like to see where this journey ends... If it ends... I hope it's a good ending...\"*Juna gazed up at the darkening sky from where she laid, watching as a few stars began to sprinkle across it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"I wish you the best.\" \n*Grey returned Juna's warm smile, his tail swaying as she admits how happy she is to see him. The wolf glances around the landscape once more in gentle thought.*\n\"We might want to set up camp then. Night comes quicker when your working.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gave a light nod in response.*\"Right-.\"*She says before looking and realizing she didn't have much on her besides her animals and bag.*\"I guess I haven't really prepared much for that-.\"" }, { "author": "Grey the Hound", "message": "\"I've got enough for us both. Probably.\" \n*He motions to the cart Juna is sitting on. Among the various supplies of food and potions was surely a tent or sleeping bag.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's tail gave a light wag. It had been pretty rare to see the Canifor this happy. Her mood seemed to have improved tremendously in time. She hops off the cart and, for the time being, helps Grey with unloading it so they could set up camp before nightfall.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Kaori had moved swiftly between the crowds, making very good progress until the women had seemingly come from nowhere and bumped into her. She staggered over, but quickly recovered to stand her ground and turn to face whoever this person was only to realize it was the Titan she had been fighting alongside this whole time. She backed away a short bit, already being short enough by Ekremi standards without the Titan making the size difference more obvious. Eventually after studying her, Kaori was able to change her demeanor.*\"Not a problem.\"*She says, ignoring the hand Ellena offered her, seemingly not wanting the assistance.*\"I suppose I haven't been looking where I was going.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Keeping her hand extended towards Kaori* \"Oh no. I wasn't looking, sorry. Names Ellena by the way\" *Ellenas hand seemed now more handshake than that of assistance* \"And you are\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*The Naga decided to keep that to memory for now in figuring maybe the Titan could be of use later. Kaori eventually took her hand and gave it a light shake.*\"Valerie.\"*She said in response after clearing her throat.*\"Nice battling out there by the way.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh thank you, Valerie. So you like people fighting or do you have another reason for coming?\" *Ellen grabbed her hand firmly to give it a proper shake*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Just figured it would be a good opportunity to sharpen my skills.\"*She says with a shrug.*\"Maybe even a bit of fun with the whole festival and all. What about you?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Im mostly here to learn about foreign forging techniques and see how well my weapons and armour actually stack up in battle\" *Ellena paused for a bit while she frowned to herself* \"Yeah. I'm a black smith\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Well that's a first. Haven't met a Blacksmith before.\"*She says.*\"Much less one that fights. Guessing you're going to be doing the whole foraging stuff once you're done with the tournament here?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Foraging?\" *Ellena raised an eyebrow*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Forging.\"*She says back.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, yes. Definitely. Maybe even see about finding some materials myself if there's any mines or the like close by... Well see\" *She said smiling at Kaori* \"How about you?:" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She tried to think of a good reason and eventually settled on something.*\"Just exploring the rest of Runra, I suppose. This is my first time visiting after all. Going to meet up with a few friends after.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, that sounds fun.\" *Ellena said still smiling happily* \"So what's your favourite part of runra?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Mmmm... Can't say right now. Haven't been here too long, but the warlords sure can throw a party. Considering everything going on anyways.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Parties are fun... But what's going on?\" *Ellena questioned with a raised eyebrow*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Haven't heard?\"*She asked with a smirk beneath her mask.*\"All the issues going on with the empire. I guess it's no concern of the Warlords however.\"*She gave a shrug.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What issues?\" *Ellena was clearly clueless on the current topic*" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Anyone's guess.\"*She says casually.*\"I suppose some thing's have just been going on in the empire that's got them sitting on the brink of war right now. Stuff being intercepted, rumors, it's beyond me really.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Huh... Well I hope there isnt a war. That would suck... What do we even do in a war?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Fight. Try to come out on top. Similar to these tournaments, except putting your life at stake for something you may or may not believe in. It's what the mercenaries usually do isn't it?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Why would I risk my life for something I don't believe in? I'm new to this whole mercenary thing. I just need some money to support my shop, that's all\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She raised an eyebrow as the woman mentioned trying out the mercenary work for the money. How curious.*\"Figured most were in it for the money. Pays plenty and holds a lot of value to where some would risk their lives for it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Money isn't worth risking my life. But I'm not going to be scared of death either to stop me from reaching my dreams. If I die, meh. Wasnt meant to be I guess\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She lets out a snort of amusement.*\"So accepting of your fate aren't you?\"*The Naga asked her.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Why not. We all die eventually. It's all about what you do before then\" *Ellena seemed pretty easy going. Not much fear or though to it* \"How about you. After the money too?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Not in particularly.\"*She answers.*\"My business here runs deeper than that, but nothing real interesting. If you are looking to be paid though could maybe help you out with that.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh?\" *Ellena asked raisun a brow* \"What's the job?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"A bit of behind the scenes work mostly. As I said, there's been a bit of issues going on in the empire. The job is to find out what and fix it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I like fixing thing... I am a black Smith after all\" *Ellena laughed a bit before shaking her head* \"Anyway. I must be going now. I trust you'll find me when it comes down to the job... I'm hard to miss\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Indeed...\"*She says slowly.*\"Till then. I'll catch you in the next battle.\"*The Naga turned to leave and gradually began heading back off into the crowds.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Ellena waved off to kapri, before turning and walking into another person*" } ]

[ { "author": "Nobuna Yamamato", "message": "*The Kemonomimi would be sitting at a small food stall at the tournament grounds, rubbing her head a little as she removed her helmet, and ordered a bowl of ramen, and a bit of Sake to go with. She turned her head to speak to someone clad in armor, giving him a brief order in Runran. Presumably one of the soldiers she served with, by her tone it appeared she was the superior. And she reached into a small pouch on her side to look at a scroll she unraveled.*\n\n*She took a sip of her Sake, and stared at the Runran script upon the scroll, nodding a little. She rolled it back up, and put it away, glancing around the area she was at. Presumably, she was looking to see if she spotted someone specific in the crowd. Since she didn't on a first glance, she decided to wait until after her meal.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Not participating in the tournament was disappointing, yes, but taking care of others took priority. Despite not having healing magic, he was the one currently taking care of Crystal, who seemed to have fallen ill. According to her, it was due to eating far too many sweets; however, he had seen these symptoms before.*\n\n*Poison. And there was one person that he suspected. If he was here, why?*\n\n*For now though, he would hand over the job to someone else and enjoy a bowl of ramen. He walked to the small food stall, though something caught his eye. A badger kemonomimi, talking with a soldier. No doubt one of Dilrabo's. Once he ordered his food, he went to sit down across from her.*\n\n\"You're with Dilrabo, right? Mind if I sit here?\"" }, { "author": "Nobuna Yamamato", "message": "*The Badger would glance up as someone took a seat across from her, and she nodded.*\n\n\"I'm Nobuna Yamamato, Corporal in Dilrabo's Cavalry, yes.\"\n\n*She said, with a small bow of her head.*\n\n\"And you are... That man from the Empire fighting for Dilrabo in the tournament, yes?\"\n\n*She thought she recognized him, but she wasn't entirely sure. Armor did a lot to making one's appearance different.*\n\n\"Haven't met too many people outside the Tribal Chieftain's Territories, definitely don't know too many who would be fighting *For* One of our Warlords. It must feel strange, I'd imagine... Assuming I am speaking to the right man, of course.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kiora would find himself at a bar in Keguntan, After his journey he'd find this place specifically for a quick meal and a place to stay the night. Sitting at the counter a shorter man would slide the young man a cup.*\n\n__what'll ya be havin'?__ *He'd ask with a thick accent.* \"Some ale will be fine.\"\n\n*After pouring some for Kio, he'd slide Him a menu full of delicious sounding options.* \"Give me a moment to look over this please.\" *The man after walking away would go to attend to other patrons who need his service. Kio had been traveling for the past week. Having finished from the academy studying and practicing his his combat Abilities, Kio was allowed to go explore the world however he saw fit. Currently it seemed that settling down in Keguntan would be a nice change of pace for a bit. His plans would be to get a bit more money, doing a few quests here and there so that he could find but Eventually he wanted to find a way to improve his homeland, As well as find his mother. Something since he was little told him she was still out there somewhere... Her had to find her and the rest of his family. The family he'd been stripped away from.\" \n\n__Shit... Looks like yer need sumthin stronger den this ale.__ *The bartender would say dropping a mug of liquor in front of him.* \n\n\"Ah sir I couldn't...\" *The man would laugh at Kio's seeming discomfort.* \n\n__Alright alright... Well when you change your mind it's on the house!__ *The bartender would whisper as if he didn't want anyone else in the bar to hear before walking off again.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*A feline chuckle came from the hooded man sitting next to the newcomer.* \"I wouldn't except that offer if I were you. The barkeep here is pretty skilled at judging how well a man can hold his booze, and he tends to offer a round of something strong on the house to those who can't. After all, a drunk man spends more than a buzzed man.\" *He turned towards the newcomer and revealed his silver cat-like eyes.* \"Welcome to Keguntan, but watch your coin purse closely, for pickpockets and cutpurses abound here. I should know, I was one when I was a kid.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kiora would chuckle as he looked to the man. His eyes were rather enthralling, so after looking for a bit he'd look away so as not to be rude.* \n\"Ah I know what I want... And some strong alcohol right now isn't it.\" *Kio would set his mug down after having taken a sip of the ale.* \n\n\"Thanks for the warm welcome... And you are?\" *Kio would ask hold out his right hand. Although he thought nthe man was rather curious. After all he was warning Kio about the dangerous people of this place yet kio didn't know the first thing about him. However this man would be able to detect a pleasing aroma coming from Kio. As a vampire that is, Kio would seem appetizing due to a Rare conditioner the young boy had.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"Jeremiah Dermehham, and who am I welcoming?\" *He asked as he shook the young man's hand. He had to fight himself to keep from salivating and from taking a bite out of the young man.*" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "\"Hmm, a noblemans servant, who's been left to his own devices.\" *Kio would chuckle he would notice the man had quite the grip, Kio always respected a good firm handshake. He'd chuckle after saying this before giving his actual name.* \"My name is Kiora.\" *As they were only just meeting Kio would be far too casual for this Jeremiah to use. As he let go however Kio would notice the mans slight discomfort. Not realizing yet that the man was vampiric he'd only wonder if something was the matter. As It happens the condition isn't something Kiora himself knows about. Having Been taken from his family while he was still young his family never had the chance to teach him about it.*\n\n\"Did I say something wrong?\" *He'd ask sincerely. It wasn't good to make enemies in an unfamiliar place.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"Nothing you said was wrong, I too was in service to a nobleman, yet I am all that remains of his estate.\" *He had a forlorn look on his face as he remembered his master, and the tragedy that struck him and his house while Derm was away on a mission.* \"Say, did your master release you or did you loose your master like I did?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"For tonight, we rest. We'll begin in the morning.\" *At this time, Derm's order arrived as well.* \"Enjoy your food and sleep well, for we have a busy day tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would nod as he turned back to his plate.* \"Ah are you not gonna get yourself something to eat?\" *Kio would ask turning back to Jeremiah for a moment. Before taking a fork full of mashed potatoes to his mouth.\n\nThe longer Jeremiah would sit there talking to Kio, the more he'd have to endure the enticing pheromones Kio's body would be producing. Interestingly this didn't just effect vampires but any blood thirsty creature, from monsters to wolves. This of course has contributed to Kio's need to fight for his own safety, which is why he has become so hardned to this day, even if he doesn't always seem like it. Either way, Kio was ready to embark on this journey. Though it wouldn't be a one sided purpose, after all give and take is a requirement for any partnership. As Kio helped Jeremiah find his vengeance, He'd be actively searching for his family and any clues that could lead to There whereabouts and his ancestoral past. Likely divulging into information about his condition.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*He had to chuckle for a moment.* \"I don't eat all that much anymore. I have a condition where food only nourishes me so much, and I have to find an alternate source of nourishment.\" *He took a sip from his new drink.* \"I would tell you more, but that information is dangerous to those that know.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*After watching Kiora get a room, Derm finished his drink, payed his tab, and walked out of the tavern. He had to slake his thirst that the young man's peculiar scent had awoken, and the night time was the perfect time for him to find himself the perfect victim.*" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would jerk awake after having an overwhelming dream, images played back in his mind of when he was still a boy experiancing the horrors of slavery. Groaning he'd get up and head to the bathroom where he cleaned up before getting dressed and heading back down stairs. His scent still smelled savory and sweet. Walking into the tavern he'd look around not being able to spot Jeremiah just yet he'd step outside into a light rain fall deciding to wait for Jeremiah there.\n\n Taking an apple from his backpack he'd start cutting into it with his knife removing small slices from it at a time, eating them as he did so. Partly to pass time but also because breakfast always seemed like an important meal to him.\n\nIt was interesting watching all the people walk along as he waited for Jeremiah, so many shady looking characters walked passed and went into the tavern. But then at the same time, Kio was quite a shady looking young man. An appearance that was akin to an assassin, or someone who had a tendancy to stay hidden and move quickly.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm walked up beside the young man, his footsteps completely silent amd seeming to blend in to what little shadow the building cast. He observed the Kiora for a moment as he ate his apple before he decide to speak.* \"Are you ready?\" *He asked.*" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would just nod his head finishing up his apple. Cutting off his last slice he'd toss it aside for whatever creature enjoyed eating apple cores. Turning towards Jeremiah's voice he'd smile as he started walking towards the road.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Making sure that his hood was conpletely pulled up, Derm followed the young Kiora.* \"So, for now, how about we head into the wilds to learn about each other's abilities? That way, if we do end up in a dire situation, we can properly react without having to wonder what the other is capable of.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "\"That's fine by me. You can lead the way there then.\" *Kio would also make sure to adjust his bag so that walking would be more comfortable. Walking in the mud was generally an uncomfortable task anyway.*" } ]

[ { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"I'm sure you maintain your hygiene,\" *Derm reaponded,* \"But because I'm a vampire, I can smell the scent of a person's blood, even if they aren't actually bleeding. Yours in unusually fragrant and mouthwateringly tempting.\" *He had to stop and wipe the drool from his chin.* \"This is why I need to stay upwind of you, and why I'll be disappearing from time to time.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "\"I gotta say this is the first time someone has told me I've smelt too good...\" *Kiora would laugh as he opened his eyes and stood up from the muddy ground.* \"You are a werid guy Jeremiah...\" *Having finished absorbing the energy he needed.* \"Maybe one of the nicest offensive things I've ever heard as well.\" *Looking down at his hand, it would start to glow the same brilliant orange that his whole body was glowing just moment before. Steam could be seen radiating off of his hand from the rain which was being evaporated as it fell lear his hand creating a small cloud before the two of them.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm cocked an eyebrow at the small cloud now forming around Kiora's hand.* \"I figured that you should know everything there is to know about me, since we will be working together towards both of our goals.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would nod as he put his hood back on top his head.* \"Sounds good to me. We might be able to cook up whatever we catch as well.\" *He'd chuckle thinking about being hungry again already even though he'd just finished the apple about two hours ago.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm chuckled at the thought of cooking whatever they caught.* \"Only if I can have my share on the rare side.\"\n\n*Derm turned and motioned for Kiora to follow.* \"Shall we get this hunt started?\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**If Kiora decides to follow Derm, they would begin to walk along a trail weaving between the tall fir trees of the north. The ground is peppered with needles, crunching underfoot as the two of the individuals maneuver their way through the forest. If either one has a map, they would soon discover themselves encroaching upon the hunting grounds of this area - if the thumb shaped rock before them was indeed the one depicted on the map as signalling the beginning of the hunting grounds. Deer, rabbits, wolves, and during this time of the year - bears. The sun hangs high in the sky, bathing them all in the mid-day light. Interestingly, the stone casts no shadows currently thanks to its shape. It smells of pine needles, and the path they were following leads south of them - the rock is north of them, and the east and west leads into forestland.**" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kiora would follow after Jeremiah, Making sure he had all of possession with him before he did so picking up his bag from the mud.* \"Sure thing, Let's.\" As the walked Kiora would splosh through the mud and the damp ground of the forest following after his companion. The scent of the pine needles after the fresh rain washed out their oils, and had them Begin to evaporate into the air was rather refreshing. Kio didn't have a map for the this area specifically, as he wasn't planning on coming this way originally. Though it was derm who was leading the two. He was likely the one with the knowledge of the upcoming hunting grounds.* \"It smells good out here, does this scent bother you too?\" *Kio would tease thinking back to their earlier conversation.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm chuckled at Kiora's question.* \"No, I actually find it invigorating. I grew up in this area, and know it quite well. I was often found out here, up a tree, and taking a nap; especially on the really nice days. Now that I'm a vampire, it's the really nice nights that I find myself doing that. See this rock,\" *He said, indicating the thumb shaped rock,* \"This indicates the beginning of the hunting grounds. From here on out, we need to keep our guard up; for not only are deer and rabbit abundant here, so are wolves. Bears also inhabit this area around this time of year.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kiora would nod having felt the same way, the scent of the pine needles had this refreshing scent that kicked the senses into gear. Kio was also interested to hear more about Jeremiah's backstory and history, it must have been nice growing up in a vast forest like the one they were currently in. The thumbshaped rock was a truely strange looking formation, which made it clear to him why it was used as such a good Landmark.*\n\n\"Oh... Erm... I've only ever heard about bears, I have no clue as to what they look like.\" *Kio being from the desert had never had the misfortune of coming into contact with a bear. Wolves and especially Coyotes were common, and he'd seen deers while traveling, but bears were somthing new to him.* \n\n*As they stepped into the hunting grounds Kio kept his focus on the areas looking ahead a scouring the ground for possible animal tracks as well as fecal matter. There were a ton of signs often used to determine if a creature had been near by recently, using this information it made tracking down a creature much easier.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**Following one of the smaller \"Animal\" Trails through the thicker part of the forest they would notice animal tracks on the ground - likely a wolf, or something close to a wolf. Perhaps that of a hunting dog - since this path is rather wide compared to other game trails, which means its likely that nobles would bring their horses through here. Several dung piles can be seen nearby, confirming that there were indeed horses that travel through here. Soon they come upon what looks like a small game trail - not overgrown, but just undisturbed enough to betray that only wild-life use it. It does however, lead into a deeper and darker area of the forest - even from here the decrease in light is apparent. That may make it hard to pick up on any signs of wildlife being present, or having been present.**" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm stopped and pointed at the game trail.* \"We can follow this trail, but you'd have to stick close to me, unless you can see in the dark.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would step behind him, while he could likely using his radiance to illuminate his hand for light he wouldn't want to expose their position with the light. He'd go ahead and rely on Jeremiah to guide him through this part of the forest.* \"Yeah sure thing.\" *He'd say quietly as he finally pulled his bow from his back and readied it, without however, knocking an arrow.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**As they turn to the right and head down the trail less traveled they would soon find the light of the midday sun being blocked by the thick foliage overhead. Birds chirp and the buzzing of insect wings can be heard all along, and soon the path begins to widen as the shrubbery gives way to hard packed soil covered in pine needles. Sure fire signs of animal activity can be seen in the ground - piles of droppings, probably from a rabbit. Further inspection would reveal that they are also relatively recent - still pungent to the nose in fact. That means whatever made these \"Droppings\" Cannot have gone far...**" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Bending down to check the trail, a sly smile came across his lips; yet due to the darkness and having his back turned to Kiora, this smile could not be seen.* \"The trail's still fresh, we're gonna start moving slowly now.\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "\"Sounds good, Those dropping, what would you guess they were from?\" *Kio would swat away at the insects droning around his head. Although it was still raining there wasn't much of it making it's way to the ground because of the trees above, which likely only added to the the insect breeding grounds of mosquitoes and flies.*" } ]

[ { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm scoops up some of the droppings and examines them, trying to determine their source.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**Holding the warm droppings in hand and giving them a thorough inspection any seasoned hunter could easily recognize that they are rabbit droppings. If he was then to inspect the area around the droppings he would notice disturbances within the needle covered ground leading westwards. A soft breeze rustles the needles of the trees causing a fresh rain of the needles to fall onto the two of them and the chirping of birds becomes louder as several song birds fly above the trees.**" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would chuckle at the way derm scooped up the excrement in his hands. It seemed a bit unnecessary, and unsanitary at the same time. Following behind derm Kio would be able to see a bit more now through as more light shined through, and would start following the trail leading westward, making sure that while he looked ahead of himself, he continued to follow the trail before him.* \"Hey Jeremiah, there something this way.\"" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm dropped the rabbit pellets and wiped his hands on his pants as he stood up. He then moved to stand beside Kiora.* \"What did you find? By the way, that was rabbit poop.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would point to the trail he could make out from the packed down pine needles and the slightly worn ground.\n\nHe then couldn't help but laugh at Jeremiah.* \"You couldn't tell that just by looking at it.\" *Rabbits and bunnies have a rather distinctive generally identifiable droppings as small round pebble like fecal matter.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**They walk between the trees as they track the bunnies foot prints. Luckily for them, they manage to continue following it - all the way to what looks to be the rotted out husk of some ancient fir tree. Its large roots create a mound in the earth. If they were to circle around the large stump they'd find what looks to be a small hole - directly where the tracks they were tracking leads to. From here they wouldn't be able to pick up on whether something is within it or not, but it wouldn't be too hard to look inside.**" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"There's more that ai look for than just what creature produced them, such as their diet and stress level. From what I could tell, they were happy, healthy rabbits. Seems like the ecosystem is pretty balanced here.\" *He pointed to the husk of the ancient fir tree.* \"See that, that's their warren, and I bet a large family of rabbits live there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "\"I never knew shit could be do helpful...\" *Kio would walk around looking from atop at the hole. He couldn't see into because of the angle and because of how dark it was.* \"Hmm I can't see the hole is too dark.\" *Pulling his bow back he'd form Ra's Javalin, a burning arrow like projectile, and would fire it into the hole, the sudden heat and pressure of the the arrow would cause the while to explode, exposing the entire inner workings of the hole. Bright light would be seen escaping from other holes close by as if they were connected. As the light disipated a thick steam would fill the area as the water having fallen to the ground began to evaporate from Kio's heat.* \"I wonder if any bunnies were home...\" *Kio would mumble as if it were some kind of admission to over using his power.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**The Arrow whizzes through the air, embers falling in its wake as it crashes into the backwall of the tunnel. Briefly the rotted roots and compact dirt are illuminated before the entire stump explodes in a brilliant fireball, flames shooting from the top of the stump and several adjacent tunnels that were connected. Soon the smell of burnt flesh fills the air alongside the charred wood, which is the least pleasant smell one can imagine coming from a fire. The flames rapidly die down, leaving behind nothing but a blackened husk. Chunks of the rotten wood crumble into dust upon a slight breeze weaving through the trees...**" }, { "author": "Jeremiah_Dermehham", "message": "*He palmed his face when Kiora released the blast into the burrow.* \"You idiot! Now, not only do we not have anything to show from the hunt, but you've also negatively impacted the ecosystem! Don't just do stupid shit like that without asking me first!\" *He then began taking deep breaths, visibly taking control of his anger.* \"Now we need to find some new prey. This time, follow my lead, and **Don't. Do. Anything.** Until I say you can, and then only at minimum power level.\" *He begins to search the ground astound the now blasted stump to see of he can find a new trail to follow.*" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**The metal caltrops dig into the soil as the rabbit prepares to leap forwards, sailing over the caltrops and towards Derm. It wouldn't be hard to dodge, and if he doesn't dodge the man-sized rabbit will crash right into Derm sending him onto the ground and bruising his chest - and likely fracturing a couple bones due to the speed and weight of the impact.**" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would ready the bow with a normal arrow infusing the arrow with a burning solar flame aiming it at the massive... Uh... Rabbit?* \"I DID THAT ON PURPOSE TO DRAW THIS GUY OUT!\" *He was lying but hey, the rabbit would make for a good catch either way. He'd make sure to curb his abilities a bit so as to not blow the poor thing up into smithereens.* \"Can I shoot it or no?\" *Kio would ask waiting for an answer. As the rabbit charged at Derm*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"**SHIIIITTT!**\" *Derm yelled as he jumped to the side to the best of his ability, diving as he did so. He landed about 5m away, rolled and came back up and summoned his armor through his enchantments, knowing that he'd have to wait a bit before the appeared in their proper places.* \"Shoot! Now!\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "**The bow string vibrates with power as the arrow flies through the air in a brilliant streak of white light, striking the rabbit square in the head. The impact is followed by a blast of light as the hair on the rabbits body is singed off by flame and the skin charred, not a sound can be heard except the silent thud of the corpse of the rabbit upon the ground. As this occurs the shimmering magical armor of Derm begins to cover his body, though it seems redundant by now seeming as the threat has been dispatched.**" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would have readied another arrow in anticipation for another attack, and to first make sure that the rabbit was dead. After a moment he'd look over to derm. \"This guy freaked out over am over sized bunny...\" He'd think to himself before smiling at Derm.* \"Is it dead?\" *He'd say softly not wanting to risk waking anything else up.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm stood up from his crouched position and walked over to the corpse, then kicked it in its scorched head, only to receive no response.* \"Yeah it's dead. And you would freak out too if something this size came barreling at your chest.\" *He said, guessing what Kiora's smile was about.* \"Well, now I know what you're capable of; but you have still yet to see what I can do, besides those caltrops, which proved absolutely useless.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would rub his hands out of discomfort, now thinking about what would happen if Derm were to attempt to sink his fangs Into his neck, as he did with the over grown rabbit.* \"Ah yeah okay... How about if you get hungry enough you just ask instead of attacking me.\" *Kio would groan as they continued ahead, the young man now refusing to drop his guard, not because of Derm, but just in case they were to run into other viciously angry creatures.*" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm chuckled again and shook his head.* \"I'll keep that in mind, but only as an absolute last resort.\" *He turned towards Kiora, only to see the discomfort on the young man's face.* \"Are you sure you still want to team up with me?\"" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kiora would turn and snicker at the man.* \"Stay outta my head yeah, you're not going to figure out what it is I'm thinking... If I didn't want to team up with you, I wouldn't be here.\"" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "\"Since you brought it up, I bet you're thinking about what would happen if I did to you what I did to that rabbit. It's alright to be disturbed, everyone behaves the same way when they see me do that for the first time; then they fall into three categories. The first group, and the most common, are those that scream and run, loosing their wits in their attempt to get away from me. The second group, the most dangerous one, will attack me with the goal of separating my head from my shoulders. The third group, the rarest and the one that you are a part of, are those that show thier squeamishness, but remain by my side regardless. For that, I thank you, for by doing so, you prove to be an invaluable ally.*" }, { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would snicker again.* \"I'm not *Squeamish* As you say because you drank from the rabbit, I'm *Squeamish* Because you still have blood all over your face like a four year old eating pasta, and I was trying to figure out a way to tell you before it dried up.\" *Kio would remove a handkerchief from his pocket at toss it at Derm.* \"Like I said, stop trying to read my thoughts, your not gonna get very far... If you wanna know what I'm really thinking, ask.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "korand.", "message": "*Kio would nod in understand as he looked around not seeing anything either.* \"Secrets are an important part of a relationship, that much I understand.\" *Kio would chuckle lightly.* \"Can you not smell the blood of other creatures since your always talking about how good I smell.\" *Kio would tease Derm a bit by moving closer to him so that he could smell his blood more. The mouth watering savoy smell coming from his blood seeping their his skin and diffusing into the air.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "From the bushes nearby a rustling is heard. Any who turned their heads to regard what may be within those bushes would find nothing. And just as they seem to return back to the trail to hunt a large, furry, rabbit would jump out. Triple size of the previous one it flattens a tree as it jumps into view. It's buck teeth are the size of a mans head and its eyes are black but full of rage. It huffs loudly and prepares to jump in their direction - it's twenty feet away and its jump will occur next turn. It will likely crush whomever is underneath it if they do not move!" }, { "author": "countboffula", "message": "*Derm shoved Kiora aside as his feet began to glow white, then his hands began glowing white again as he cast the caltrops at his feet as he shot towards the giant rabbit.* \"Find a spot to shoot at it from! And only use your arrows, not your power this time!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*Her tranquillity broken, the samurai would shift back onto her heels, reflexively drawing her wakizashi and dropping into a defensive stance, eyes ablaze with a fury. Her stance slowly relaxed as she noticed no attack had followed from the horsebound elf, slowly sheathing her blade with a slow sigh.*\n\"Whaddya doin', kid!? Coulda' nearly trampled me, or worse - broken this fence!\"\n*She'd snap, her lips curling into a snarl as she made her way closer to Terrel, passing around the fence and through the gate.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would tug his horse into a lighter trot, circling around Kiro as she approached him in her obviously frustrated mood. It was a counter to Terrel's more playful one, not phased by the sudden interruption in his horse riding.*\"Well if breaking the fence is the worst thing I could have done, reckon I can try jumping again?\"*He'd tease her, keeping Carl at a steady pace as if he were considering going around and trying to jump it.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Do it and I break your horse's legs.\"\n*She made a direct threat this time, her eyes flaring crimson unabashedly. The locals knew better than to tease her, especially in her own territory - which made it clear that Terrel was no local.*\n\"What're you even doing, rocketing down the path like that? You on the run?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeesh...\"*The Elf would say, tugging on his horse's reigns to bring him into a slowed stop. Carl would let out a quiet huff of air, only to receive a light pat from his rider.*\"Seems not everyone is a fan of steeds I'm afraid...\"*He'd say to his horse, eventually glancing back over Kiro.*\"What? A pig can't just enjoy some horse riding out in the open land anymore?\"*Terrel would jest, relaxing back on his horse in time to Carl finally deciding to lower his head to graze at the grass. Looks like, they'll be stationary for now.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Yes yes, very good. Now let that horse rest, or he'll break the fence on the way out.\"\n*She returned with a dismissive wave, knowing that the jester would try the same stunt on the way out. The samurai made her way to the pantry, producing a few light ingredients and beginning to prepare something. She'd point with a utensil to her dining table - a quaint thing, round with three simple chairs around it - and bark for him to sit.*\n\"You eat venison? I dunno if you Silvans are still vegetarians.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Alright, alright.\"*He'd say, letting her have her way with it as he'd eventually bring his horse to a stop and would dismount off of it.*\"Is it alright if I leave him tied up to the fence here for now?\"*Terrel would ask her more casually, his long since playfulness now vanishing in him having his fun. He'd follow after her, coming to stand just at the door.*\"Still? I've yet to meet another one who was.\"*He'd say to partially answer her question.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Fine by me, I'll get him something substantial to eat in a bit.\"\n*She'd hum back tonelessly, finishing up her preparations and beginning to cook the meal - something simple: Seared venison and mixed vegetables. The blade she handled turned between her finger deftly, suddenly striking the hob and igniting the element. The woody smell of the venison wafted through the room, relaxing her immensely.*\n\"I'd met a whole bunch o' them, a few decades back. Though I think they'd been hanging with the Gildans and just brought back their cuisine to Ulnoor.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With her permission, he'd lead Carl back over by the fence, tying his lead up to it before he'd make his way back over to the entrance and would quietly step inside. With meat filling the air, he'd give a shake of his head.*\"Maybe I should be traveling with them then, though that would mean I'd have to head all the way back over to Ulnoor.\"*He'd say, standing idly in the doorway.*\"Not many people I meet that can appreciate a stew of purely vegetables or a meal for that matter. Save the venison for yourself, I've never favored meat.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Good...\"\n*She hummed back, feeling a nostalgic peace wash over her as she picked up her plate and set it aside for washing later, drifting to her pantry once more and fetching two bars of what seemed to be hardened honey and milk, offering one to Terrel as she nibbled the first.*\n\"You don't look the sort to have a green thumb, but it'll be fun to see.\"\n*She grinned, chuckling at his politeness.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd take one of the bars she offered, a bit curious in him not trying anything like it before. Terrel would bite into it, his mouth flooded by the sweetened taste as he found himself idly chewing on it in savoring the flavor.*\"Well believe it or not, my mom had a farm of her own when I was growing up. So you can imagine she had me helping out with the crops and animals a lot. Carl was actually one of the family horses. The favorite of course, so I've been making sure it keep him alive and, preferably not amputated.\"" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Colour me surprised, kid... Mmh, if he hasn't kicked down the fence he might just get away intact.\"\n*She cackled and glanced out the window, meeting eyes with his horse, darting to the fence and back to Carl, narrowing her gaze suspiciously.*\n\"Town ain't far from here, so you got time. Surprised you took up my offer, most are suspicious o' Macen in Keguntan - though its mostly coz o' prejudice...\"\n*The swordswoman snarled at no one in particular, wolfing down the rest of her snack and wiping her hands clean, throwing Terrel a spare rag to do the same.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd catch the rag with a hand.*\"Well can't say I'm from around here, so the local or frankly world prejudice doesn't phase me one bit. Only actions. And maybe a little prejudice, depends on the mood really.\"*He'd say jokingly at the last bit. He'd finish the honey bar and would wipe at his face with the rag, soon placing it on the table next to his plate. There was clearly some frustration coming from the Macen, though where she brought seriousness, the young Elf retaliated with a more lighthearted and carefree attitude.*\"I'll probably pay the town a visit if it starts getting too late. Might find a place to stay there before continuing with the rest of my travels.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"If you see Circine, tell him to come and visit for once.\"\n*She'd request with another grin, leaving first and inspecting the fence briefly, staring down Carl in mock suspicion, before chortling loudly at her own humour.*\n\"Its been a pleasure, kid. Safe travels, whatever the hell you're doin'.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll try to remember.\"*He'd say as he'd go to walk outside and join up with his horse. The Elf would untie the lead from around the fence, soon mounting back up onto the horse and getting more comfortable. Carl would trot around in a small circle, preparing for departure as Terrel would look back at the woman with a faint smirk.*\"Reckon I can do one more jump, just for the road?\"*He'd ask her, this time keeping where he was as if waiting for her say this time.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*She'd stare him down intensely for a few moments, her eyes flickering crimson in consternation, before sighing and gesturing silently for him to go ahead.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With her permission, Terrel would turn away, giving his horse a good run up before he'd dash back towards the fence and bound over it. A loud 'woo!' could be heard from the Elf while his horse would continue galloping past the fence line in his departure.*\"I'll be back for the seeds tomorrow Taito!\"*He'd yell back to her in the gap he was creating. Facing back forward, the Elf would continue his progression onward, soon fading away in the distance as he'd head towards town.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*Visits the place while walking around in his cuirass armour (and clothes of course). He has a look around the place interested in what the place is and how it is.* Hmm" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She walks through the town, admiring the fact that she was born in this almost ethereal land.*\n\n*She fixes her kimono up, not wanting to cause a mess.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*He stares at Kiro.* Hello ma'am *Assuming her gender*, are you okay?\n\n*His backpack shuffles with stuff inside while having it on his back.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Oh yes! No need to worry.\" *She said, her voice sounding like an elegant woman, slithering up and biting you. She smiled a smile multiple men would faint over, and then she looks at his backpack.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*He smiles back as his voice when spoken down very elegant itself but was also deep and raspy. Not too deep but quite deep and raspy with some elegance. Like a very posh and dark butler.*\n\n\"Okay. I was making sure. So what are you doing out here in a fine day like this?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Visiting! I was born here.\" *She says, then taking out a blush out of her bag, gently dabbing it on her face.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*Blushing from the sight of her being so gorgeous. He tries ignoring it and looks somewhere else but still listens to here. Continues to observe the place.* You was born in a very nice and civilised place like this?" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She nods, giggling.* \"Mhm! I missed it here so I thought I'd come visit. It's so beautiful right? I love it!\" *She smiled happily as she put the blush back into her bag, now taking out a light red lipstick with a pink tint to it. She put it on, lightly however as she didn't want to look like she put on too much.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*She smiles.* It is very beautiful. I think I want to visit more often. So you probably had tons and tons of fun here when you was little. So where do you live now then if not here by this beautiful place?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Salvainia! Beautiful place but this is way way better.\" *She notices his intense blushing and glances at him, grabbing his cheek and putting her hand on his forehead to see if he has a cold.*\n\"Are you okay!? You're very red..\" *She said in a concerned tone.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "I'm perfectly fine. My temperature has been good for a year and 3 months now. So I'm fine. I'm... Your just a very beautiful bride, malady. I apologise. *He bows his head slightly being respectful.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Aw thanks!\" *She smiled, happy she got a compliment.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Your welcome. By your beautiful and Items, i'm gonna guess your royalty" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well.. You could say so. I'm from a really important family here!\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "How important? A level from 1 of poor to 100 as Queen level. Over 1000 is more like Goddess level but normally it is 1 to 100. So which are you?\n\nHmm? I would say your more. More like 98. *He smiles.* But how will I know. You probably don't want to be called a Glorious Princess" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Ah no! I'm just a normal person, just like you!\" *She smiles, slightly turning red.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Sorry. I guess I'll stop. I am a normal person myself. I used to be a Blacksmith but now I am a Mercenary. So, what are you?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Uhm well I have no job.. But I'm a kemonomimi!\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*Thinks.* Ahh... What is a kempnomimi?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I'm a kitsune, if you wanted to be more specific.\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "So a cat or something like that?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"More like a fox..\" *She showed her multiple tails as they swayed in the wind.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Cool. You look awesome actually. I'm gonna guess a lot of guys fall for you?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods.* \"And some guys try to fight me. It's one or the other. Usually I never have a day without a guy either flirting with me, or starting a fight with me.\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Why would they fight for a lovely lady such at yourself. Fighting over someone or fighting someone for them is a bit odd and stupid if you ask me. Let the person be to be themself. If you like them or don't like them then just say you like them that way and see what they say and if they have someone then don't fight them but if they do have someone then leave them alone for another person but stay as friends. As for the part of them hating you if there is someone then they can hate you for a reason of their own but if they start an actual fight then it is pointless and not needed.\n\nDo you agree?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I mean.. I guess I do. I just think it's stupid. I'm not that pretty and there's far prettier girls than me,\" — *She says under her breathe* : — \", Mengele said so too..\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*He feels bad that she thinks of herself as not. He gets a bit angry from it but tries to calm. He heavily sighs and fights blushing as he walks up to her. He holds her hand tightly and looks at her.* Look at me, ma'am. Your a glorious and beautiful woman. It doesn't matter for what you look like but who you are. Now you are an absolute gem and probably even a nice princess of the highest kingdoms but a glorious princess with a bad attitude makes her beauty to trash. People don't need that. To me so far from talking to you. Your a very nice and sweet woman with a very beautiful face. Your eyes are sparkling with beauty and your hair is as luxurious as the small glimmers of a perfect bright sky on the ocean. So don't be too harsh on yourself. Your beautiful the way you are, not what others tell you. *He smiles, feeling glad he said that.*\n\nSo now. I have 2 questions. Are you feeling more beautiful than the other beauty's now? And who is this Mengele girl?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Mengele isn't a girl!\" *She giggles.* \"But yes.. Thank you I feel a bit better..\" *She lies.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Alright. That is at least good. *He wanted her to feel a bit good about herself but doesn't know if he is doing good at it or not.* Then who is Mengele?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Mengele.. Is a guard I'm friends with. He's a nice kind man.. That turns into a beast when drinking alcohol. He said that.. He's talked and slept with women prettier than me, and that I'll never compare to their beauty and femininity. That was when he was drunk though! So I forgive him.\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Alright then. Did he... *He was gonna ask a question but he probably didn't want to ask it so he quickly changed it.* So... Do you like anything about him or no?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I mean.. He's nice to me. Not when he's drunk tho.. And what were you gonna ask?\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Nothing. It would just make me feel weird asking. You probably might think something of me. But anyway. Got any questions for me?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"No no! Please ask what you were going to ask, I'm interested.\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Fine. Did you sleep with your friend guard or no?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She stared blankly, going red.* \"O-Of course not! Why would I..\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*He stared at her with one eyebrow up while the other down.* You sure? You can be honest. I won't say none of your business to others. It would be disrespectful." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yes I am sure! I would never sleep with a filthy man like him..\" *She said jokingly.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "*He laughs.* So, do you like him then or just pretending you haven't spelt with him? *Seeing her face is all red, now kinda interested by doesn't want to push it so he is going to just do it once more than make a little joke himself.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I do NOT like him!\" *She said in an aggressive voice, slightly mad.*" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. Apologies. What do you want to talk about instead then?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Anything but mengele.\"" }, { "author": "Seth Samuel", "message": "Alright. Apologies. I don't know why your so angry about talking about him. What do you really want to talk about then?" } ]

[ { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel worked in the kitchen of the small eatery, frying meat, cooking rice, chopping vegetables, and boiling radishes and peppers. She sped from one station to another, dumping, scraping, mixing, and simmering the foods together to create all the different dishes the eatery provided. Orphiel loved to cook, but it was tiring work. Her shift would end soon, and another person would come in to take over for her in this hectic kitchen. Orphiel wiped her brow with her sleeve, and pushed two more plates brimming with steaming food onto the counter. She rang the old cowbell mounted on top of the serving window and called out a number. It was natural to her now. She had been working this kitchen job for over 3 years now, and she was one of the most experienced cooks there. But that wasn't much coming from a fast-food employee. Orphiel's shift was soon over, and she hung up her apron and walked out the back of the restaurant, high-fiving the new cook coming in. She took out the little meal she had prepared for herself, a small chicken-pepper stir-fry she had cobbled together as she was leaving. She sat in the main eating area of the eatery, scooping up piles of rice and chicken with her small wooden cutlery set she'd carved when she was 15. It brought back good memories, and there were almost no splinters. Her head turned upward as she heard the door open, and a large Macen walked through. Orphiel turned her head back down to finish her food, wondering for a moment what a Macen, looking presumably from Salvania, was doing here.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan was always a wanderer, always hunting for the most lucrative contracts. And the past two weeks, he found himself wandering all the way east to Keguntan. A land of opportunity they say - a city full of merchants...\n\nAnd he has been dallying around too, because the city was full of the type he prefers. As he passed by an eatery, the aroma of roasted meat reached his nose - It smelled quite appetizing. He turned around to look at the name of the restaurant - It was written in a language he doesn't understand. Doesn't matter! He hoped his own pidgin Silnarian will do. \n\nHe walked into the restaurant, sniffing vigorously as the spell of chicken pepper stir fry reached his nose. Now he was positively salivating - longing for the comfort of a hot and savory meal.\n\nHe looked around for a table, and a waiter directed him to one close to Orphiel. He took off his helmet, revealing his pointy ears - a sign that he was in fact, not the Macen she thought he was - but an elf. He scanned the restaurant for any interesting person, his eyes briefly landing on the... Surprisingly small looking Oni." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "O:*Orphiel saw the man take off his helmet, his ears becoming visible and correcting her that he was an elf, not a macen. He was getting alarmingly close, and Orphiel was worried he might sit down at her table. For a cook who served meals to over 50 people a day, Orphiel was not a people person. She preferred to stay away from most other intelligent races, as they usually only wanted one of a few things: her wallet, her body, or her life. All of which Orphiel kind of wanted to keep to herself.*\n*The elf was searching around the room when his eyes landed right on her. She stiffened in fear and hoped he would not sit near her. And she couldn't just get up and leave. It would perceive her as rude. One of the few things Orphiel dreaded more than interaction was making a bad first impression. She had made many in the cooking industry, and was prepared to make many more. That didn't make her like them, though. Orphiel took a few deep breaths and readied herself for her worst enemy after dirty dishes: small talk.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan- \n\n*Unfortunately for Orphiel, the remarkably small eatery is running out of space. So, Sirdan never managed to get a seat at a table **Next** To her. Instead, he was redirected to one of the open spot - which happens to be the same table as Orphiel. \n\nThe towering Macen ended up in the seat in front of her, and he pulled out a chair, making himself comfy as he looked at the remarkably short Oni. He nodded at her as a matter of courtesy, and then wondered what to say.* \n\n\"Hello!\" *He said cheerfully, before turning to the menu besides him, flipping through it, wondering if the... Shy looking Oni would respond.*" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel looked up her petite crown at the large elf man as he sat down across from her, nodding politely and looking through the men after an enthusiastic greeting. Orphiel's brain suddenly overloaded, as it usually did when faced with conversation. She couldn't respond normally to a greeting to save her life. She took in a deep breath and nodded politely back.* \"H-hello.\" *Orphiel didn't grab a menu. Why would she? She knew how to make every dish in this place, and she had sampled each one many times. For herself, of course. Orphiel was not a messy cook. Her most deathly, eternal fear was disease, and she would not let it compromise herself or others. The particular dish Orphiel was eating was not on the menu, it was one of her own creation. She had sent a letter to the manager requesting its addition to the menu, as she believed it would be a nice addition to the otherwise-homogenized series of curries, soups, and stir-fries currently available. Orphiel wondered if the man would notice her unique dish. Likely not, she surmised. It was similar to another dish on the menu, he would probably just think she had asked for extra toppings or something similar.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan nodded back at her, and then turned toward the menu, flipping through it as indecisions went through his head - He was plenty hungry and plenty rich, so any order would not make a real dent in his pocket. But all those delicious food and he could try two or three dishes at best... \n\nTo solve his dysfunction, he decided to look around for what other regulars were eating, craning his neck left, right and center. Then he looked at the one in front of him. It smelled and looked nice - the taste of black pepper seems to complement the chicken quite well. He should try this out.*\n\n\"What's the name of that dish? I'd like to try it out.\" *He asked, waiting for his reply before he looked at the menu for curries - It sounded and looked interesting, maybe he'll try it out.*" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Dammit, dammit, dammit! He noticed! Orphiel wondered why she was hiding the fact she was a cook here. Maybe because she didn't want to acknowledge the feeling inside her to have a real conversation with someone, about something meaningful for a change.* \"Oh... Um... It doesn't... It doesn't have a name.\" *Orphiel fiddled with her hands and her lap, intertwining her fingers and pulling them apart again. She started muttering to herself.* \"Maybe something simple, like Pepper Chicken Stir-Fry... Or something fancier like Spicy Chicken Surprise... Hmm...\" *Orphiel noticed the elf again and gave a small nervous grin. He would have noticed what her coworkers so bluntly nicknamed her nervous ticks: stutter-mutter. She was the cook with the stutter-mutter, they would say. Orphiel hated it, but what could she do? She was short, they were tall. She was weak, they were strong. She was a demon, they were oriates. Outmatched in every way. Or at least she thought so. Orphiel turned her attention back to the elf.* \"Uh, b-but we do have some n-nice c-curries and... Uh... Soups, if you want.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Ah! Social anxiety, something that Sirdan have gleefully got over and converted into utter promiscuity. Well, that is what he like to think - but in truth his way with women are more than awkward, and he always end up diverting topic to things he is comfortable about - like fighting or eating, like the brute he is.* \n\n\"Doesn't have a name... Is it one of those restaurant special?\" *He asked, looking at Orphiel fiddling curiously,*\"Ah... The dish with various name. Then, can I order the pepper chicken stir-fry?\" *He turned over to the menu,*\"And we - I assume you work here? Then... Well, why don't you recommend me to the nicest dish! I'll pay you a tip if they tastes great!\"" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel nodded once, a quick gesture to confirm the elf's query of her occupation in the eatery. Her eyes lit up as the elf wondered about ordering it.* \"O-oh, you want my rec-recommendation?\" *Orphiel racked her brain. Well, her favourite had always been the chickpea lentil soup... But the customer favourite was the pork pho... What should she say? Both, Orphiel decided. It would be nice to give the man a choice, right?* \"W-well the customer favourite is the pork pho... But my personal f-favourite is the chickpea lentil soup.\" *Orphiel recoiled slightly after she had said that, as if to protect her fragile spirit from the elf's response.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan nodded eagerly. He was being very very indecisive about the menu - and having the girl in front of him choose would help quite a lot,*\"Yes yes, I'd love to have your recommendation.\" *He held his hands together, looking into Orphiel's eyes in anticipation, as an awkward silence came over them,*\"Ah... You see, I am not a very decisive man, but I am also very hungry...\" *He said,*\"So I'll have both - what about the main dishes - pepper chicken stir-fry and... Let's see. Is this any good? Hand-torn chicken in ginger and garlic sauce?\"" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel was slightly shocked. She had only had a few customers who ordered more than two dishes. The dishes in of themselves were quite filling. Orphiel wanted to warn the man, but what if he could handle it? She would like a bad server, and lose business. That was not something she wanted. So the tiny demon kept her lips shut. Until he asked for her opinion again.* \"Oh, w-well, yes, it is... It is a v-very good dish. I l-like it quite a lot. And as for the p-pepper chicken stir-fry, it's not r-really on the menu. H-however I would be happy to make it f-for you.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmm... Are you sure about that?\" *He teased, noticing the demon's anxiety,*\"Sure! I'd love to try it - but that'd disrupt your meal, would it? I wouldn't want to disrupt your break time.\" *He asked, raising his hand to ask for a waiter.*" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel nodded.* \"O-oh, great, I'll g-go make it for you.\" *Orphiel stood up, reaching her full height of 1.35 metres, and started shuffling towards the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks and turned back to the elf, not wondering if she should do make the meal or sit back down.* \"Oh, it's really n-no trouble, I m-mean it.\" *Orphiel sped off, then came back in around 10 minutes with another plate of pepper-chicken stir fry, as well as the other two dishes he had ordered. She was struggling to hold all 3 dishes, and was teetering comically around the room towards the elf. She sighed as she plopped the dishes on the table.* \"Y-your order, s-sir.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*She was short, but not that short. At least that is what Sirdan thought. When Orphiel turned around and shuffled to the kitchen, the man leaned forward, looking at the chair to see how tall the chair was - the two was able to carry a conversation, so the chair must be taller than he thought.* \n\n*Then she turned back to him. With his battle-honed reaction speed, he turned around to the menu and pretended to keep menu scrolling, until Orphiel was no longer looking at him,*\"Oh! Of course! Thank you!\" *He said somewhat sincerely.* \n\n*The elf put down the menu he was pretend-reading, and stood up, offering to help her carry one of the dishes back to the table. If he did, he'd put them down steadily and then sat down,*\"That was quick.\" *He said, surveying the mini feast he ordered on his own.*\n\n*Color, Smell and Tastes. The holy trinity of cooking as a local cook related to him. The food were abundant in the first two. The elf leaned forth and sniffed at the dish in turn - The chicken pepper stir fry was the most fragrant - with the slightly stingy, spicy aroma of bell pepper reaching his nose - complementing the aroma of fried chicken - all of which were cut into bite-sized bits, with some fat on the surface. On the plate there was a small pool of rendered chicken fat, and the bell pepper's surface looked a bit oily - and shiny. The pepper almost seemed unnaturally bright. Must've been fresh.*\n\n*Mm! A good pass.*\n\n*He then turned toward the other two dishes he ordered. Pork pho - suitable for a main dish, with vermicelli, refreshing lemon, spring onion and thin sliced cut pork in it. The aroma was weak - but the dish was colorful - just like what he expected out of [Vietnamese] cuisine. The chickpea lentil soup was a much more simple affair - a yellow, mostly indistinctive mess, with plenty of yellow and black beans flowing inside, and a mixes of spices he cannot tell. This is a dish that can only be judged by his tongue.*\n\n*He took a big soup spoon and scooped the lentil, putting it into his mouth and tasting it,*\"Mm. Savory.\"\n\n*The dishes looked big enough for both of them to eat - even after accounting for Sirdan's massive appetite.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Smiles.* \"It sounds f-fun! I... Ah... I could n-never hurt someone though... It's j-just not in m-my blood.\" *Laughs nervously. Orphiel simply wasn't the mercenary type. She was too short to be taken seriously, too weak to even heft a broadsword, and too nervous to do any sort of aiming.*\n\n\"Oh, really?\" *Becomes quite excited, a large smile forming on her pale face. It suddenly drops as she hears his second sentence.* \"Oh... You're correct...\" *Looks back up, a determined smile on her face.* \"I'll come b-by my own then! I can m-manage.\"\n\n*Looks down.* \"Hmm... That is... A b-bit of a problem.\" *Looks back up grinning.* \"But d-don't worry! I'm sure if I have a g-good chat with her, I can set up... Some sort of d-deal.\" *Blushes and rubs back of neck.* \"Oh, you're too k-kind.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"It is a special career - most people get by without actually fighting anyone - least that's what I hear.\" *He laughed.* \n\n\"Salvainia - it is a great city for opportunity, if you want to move up the world.\" \n\n*He held his hands together,*\"Well, if you make up your mind to go to Salvainia - I plan to return in two days, and I could see to getting a ticket on the ship back - should be a trip around a week or two, if the winds are good. Pretty cheap ticket too - just fifty silver, and you get a decent room on a decently fast ship.\"" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Raises an eyebrow.* \"Oh, really? Huh...\" *Laughs quietly.* \"Even s-so, I'm just not the m-mercenary type.\"\n\n\"A city for... Opportunity? Hmm...\" *Smiles. She could make better food there, there would definitely be more customers... She was seriously considering moving now.*\n\n\"Oh, really?\" *She says excitedly. Her eyes light up. Why would he be willing to go through all this trouble for her?* \"I'll- er... I'll c-compensate you for your t-troubles! Would... Uh...\" *Digs around in her bag.* \"Would one h-hundred silver work? I can p-pay you when we g-get on the b-boat, I d-don't have th-that money on me n-now.\" *Realizing her stutter is coming back, she's getting nervous again.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mm... You could consider such a career when you are there. But violence and facing death every day... Not for anyone.\"\n\n*He shook his head,*\"No, it's fine - you can keep your money, I just want a good Runran cook or two living near me - that keep my tummy happy. I'd offer to hire you as a chef for my house - really, but I'm too poor for that.\" \n\n\"Would you like to meet up at the dock when you are free and all packed up?\"" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*The Oni nods. Orphiel knows she's just too weak, too vulnerable for that line of work. It would make her miserable, and she'd probably end up getting killed. Best to stay in the kitchen, where the worst that could happen is you get some lemon juice in a knife cut.*\n\n\"O-oh-\" *Orphiel blushes.* \"So you w-want... Oh, I see!\" *Smiles.* \"That makes sense.\" *Blushes again.* \"O-oh, you're t-too k-kind!\" *Orphiel laughs a little.*\n\n\"That would b-be wonderful! I j-just have to talk t-to the owner here, they'll b-be pretty sad about me leaving. You said the b-boat leaves in two days?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mhm! The boat will leave in two days - it should be departing around... Night time - It won't set sail midnight, of course, but that's when they stop taking passengers. They set sail the next morning - but I wouldn't recommend risking that - they try to catch the wind all day and if they catch the wind - they sail away.\"\n\n*He added,*\"I'll be staying at the Red Dragon inn - if you want to chat with me and I am there, you can look for me there... Otherwise, we can meet at the the fish market, near the main entrance, before ten in the morning. Sounds good?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*Orphiel grinned, her tiny fangs becoming visible, for a moment.* \"Mm... Y-yes, me too...\"\n\n*The PALE Oni stepped back, hopping up and sitting on Sirdan's bed, dangling her legs over the side.*\n\n\"Oh, it's f-fine. I'm sure I'll l-like something you brought.\" *Orphiel scanned her eyes over the seven books laid out in front of her. Once she had surveyed them all, she turned to face Sirdan, a newfound look of amazement on her pale features.*\n\n\"You have so many b-books! I don't know which t-to choose first!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan surveyed the books he had, and then gave the Oni another headpat, smiling at her cute expression.* \n\"How cute.\" \n\n*He turned toward the books, and then set the Cuisine of Runra asides,*\"I'm sure you're good at this - recipe book don't last long anyway.\" \n\n*He look at the History,*\"That's a book I've mostly went through on my trip here - and I finished Dragon Tamer. I am not sure if they'll last for our whole trip, but we've got all the time in the world.\" \n\n\"Other than book... What other thing you are interested in? I'm mostly a fighter - a mercenary really. I don't think you're cut out for the fighting life, but maybe I can try teaching you to pass my time?\"" }, { "author": "Orphiel", "message": "*The Oni continued to grin as she was once again patted. It seemed Sirdan liked to show his affection in more... Physical ways. Orphiel could accept that. She was not against headpats.*\n\n*Orphiel nodded.* \"Yes, you c-could say that... I think I have th-that exact same b-book in my luggage, actually...\" *Orphiel went to one of her wooden trunks, digging through it and pulling out a much older, battered copy of the Cuisine of Runra.* \"There! It's one of my f-favourite cookbooks.\"\n\n*The chef set her battered cookbook aside, looking at the other books Sirdan held. She nodded as he went through a few of his books, eventually stopping on the one called Art of War.* \"Hm. Well, I only r-really know about c-cooking, and I'm not sure r-reading a cookbook will be v-very interesting for you... So s-sure! I'd love to h-hear about your job.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Oh! You have books too? Do you have any I can read? I am not very proficient in Runran - but maybe there's one I know.\" \n\n*Orphiel seemed very receptive to headpat, and so he turned toward him,*\"Can I keep patting your head? I really like it.\" *He grinned.* \n\n*He turned to pick up the Art of War books,*\"Interested in how men kill eachother over the ages? This will be an interesting book. We humans... Have a way of being fascinated with killing, even if we do not want to experience the horror itself. There's so many actions in fictions.\" \n\n*Sirdan closed his fingers together and pushed his hands out, stretching out a bit, and then let out a long, exagerrated sigh.* \n\n\"I come from the far south - in a land with barely any trees, plenty of grasses and horses, where the night is startlingly cold. But not as cold as Keguntan's winter. I grew up a warrior, went north to rich people's country to seek work.\" \n\n\"My first job I think - involved shooting wolves and common farm animal, and I made a mini career out of hunting beasts. But then I found new opportunity - a guild called New Sunlight.\" \n\n\"I fought a shield-and-sword practice duel against one of the best fighter in the guild, and ended up fighting for fifteen minutes before I bested him in the third round. Then I got promoted, and took on my first difficult quest - I had to pursue a rogue paladin. I ended up dueling her on top of a tower. We fought with shield and mace, and I pummeled her until she surrendered and I brought her back. Heard she got a few years in jail and labor to redeem for her crime. Plus, her armor sold for quite a bit.\" \n\n\"Then I led two adventuerers on a quest against a bunch of smugglers - Only one of them died, and we captured the rest, all six or seven of em, lifted myself a good jug of wine too - but I don't drink.\"\n\n\"Then... Things went downhill. In a way. I got rich, got... What I wanted. Women and money, a house, but every task I've been assigned to do afteward... They are... Traumatizing.\" \n\nSirdan closed his hands together, seemingly in thought." } ]

[ { "author": "Lexion Harbori", "message": "*Lexion was relaxing on the beach after a long swim with a cat he found once, enjoying the nice view of the seas in front of him. The cat was around his neck and was enjoying this just as much as him, probably. This was happening in the morning and the weather was sunny because otherwise he wouldn't have stayed in this place. The beach was relatively empty because most of the other tretons were in the sea. He was in his full human form because being in the merperson form on land is dumb and impractical and his human legs were constantly hit by small waves from the sea. His back was full of sand and so was the back of his hair.\n\nHe was bored of simply standing there and decided to take a walk along the beach. The cat went the other way so he wished it goodbye(he has the human speech talent so he can do that and the cat would actually understand) and started walking.*" }, { "author": "Chi-Chi Ano", "message": "The girl stared as she shook her bag gently, her eyes wide and excited as the seashells and scraps of twisted metal hung in the sand-covered satchel, the girl gently setting it on the ground as she tugged it by the strap behind her, taking great caution to keep her eyes peeled. Despite the weather, she sported a large, wide-brimmed, black hat that casted a shadow across her face. She seemed serious almost, up until the Uzhi woman stopped dead in her tracks when a hermit crab appeared to be standing in her way. Now hastily digging around the satchel, she dropped the strap behind her. Chi-Chi finally revealed her wand (which upon closer inspection was actually a broken and useless cane), pointing it at the small crustacean as she assumed a menacing and overdramatic and in no way useful pose, her glare piercing it's own.\n\nThe waves crashed silently nearby as nothing happened.\n\nEventually, the crab scurried off in what was definitely fear, Chi-Chi puffing out her chest in pride as she basked in the victory for a moment, only to pause and realize the crab had exchanged shells, rushing to pick up the shell as she squealed, danced in place, stopped dancing when she realized there was a stranger walking nearby, and tentatively placed the shell into her satchel." }, { "author": "Lexion Harbori", "message": "*As he continued walking he noticed a woman nearby and a crab that was even closer to him, which he assumed was scared off by her. To see if that is what really happened he talked with the crab and asked him why is he running away from the woman, and he responded that the lady was about to use magic to kill him. Lexion hadn't seen magic in quite a long time so he was curious if the lady could actually do magic. He moved to his left to let the crab continue moving and started walking towards the woman to see if she could use magic. From her appearance, she looked like an uzhi. They are slime people that came to Pinnacelia with the tretons. He sees them every day but he hasn't seen this one until now. He walks straight to her and his curiosity gets the better of him and he doesn't remember he needs to greet her.\n\n\"The crab told me you were about to kill him with magic so he ran away, can you do magic?\"\n\n*The weather gets a bit windy so his hair inclines the other way, and his face is full of curiosity*" } ]

[ { "author": "Chi-Chi Ano", "message": "She stared in shock when the man stopped to speak to her, asking if the woman was capable of doing magic. Instinctively she shyed away, stepping back as she clutched the wand silently, her eyes darting back and forth as they traced along the ground. Chi-Chi moved to speak, but then paused again, faltering as she tentatively nodded as if unsure of herself, only to stop and hug the wand to herself.\n\nFinally, she nodded again, puffing herself up in pride as if to fortify her answer. For she was totally good at magic, she was a master of body mind and spirit at this point, and surely the young woman could use actual magic just as easily as the magic from her books.\n\nStudying the man now, she realized he had to have been of the Tretons, the half-fishies. She jolted up in remembrance, and turned to dig around her satchel for a so-so seashell (as she was not going to give him one of the nicer ones), finally turning to produce it from her bag as if offering it. Thinking back, in chapter nine of the second Magi-Meni book, the protagonist offered a Treton a seashell as a gift. Perhaps the same custom applied, and so, Chi-Chi held out the shell, insistently." }, { "author": "Lexion Harbori", "message": "*He could see her shyness from the woman's face when he asked her the question and was waiting for the answer. Then he thought she was about to speak, but she simply nodded, another sign of shyness. And her movements with the wand made it seem like she couldn't really to do magic and this was in her own mind. Even though she nodded again to confirm it he still didn't believe it and was about to ask her to prove it when she offered a sea shell from her bag. \n\nHe was confused to say the least. He also collected sea shells sometimes but couldn't figure out why this lady would offer one to him randomly. He stared at it for a while not knowing what to do but then his curiosity got the better of him again and he took it from her hand with haste so that he could look at it closely. He put it in front of his eyes and rotated it again and again, carefully studying it, then he realized this was a \"Meh\" Seashell so he decided to confront the woman about this. \n\n\"You can find this kind of sea shells easily, also why did you give it to me for no reason?\" \n\n*He threw the sea shell into the sea with a swift hand movement and looked directly at the woman*" }, { "author": "Chi-Chi Ano", "message": "The woman blinked slowly as she watched the man take it, smiling brightly for a moment as she seemed beyond delighted that he accepted the gift, lifting the satchel into her arms and hugging it as she observed the way he inspected it—only to see him discard it into the ocean immediately. Her expression seemed heartbroken for a moment, a defeated gasp ringing out as she hurriedly bowed her head in shame.\n\nOf course the gift wasn't worthwhile to him, it wasn't nearly the best shell she had. Tentatively, Chi-Chi lifted her head as she sniffled, holding out a much nicer and much larger shell as a gift. Her expression made it clear that she was presenting it despite her clear fondness for it, falling to her knees to hold it out insistently. The wide-brim of her hat covered her face as she tried her best to think of what to say, only to finally whisper out a few words.\n\n\"P-Please take it...\" \n\nHer voice was soft and ridden with guilt, the seashell itself was more than definitely worth it's price at a market or anything similar, and if it came down to appeasing this man, Chi-Chi would be fine with such a sacrifice." }, { "author": "Lexion Harbori", "message": "*His face suddenly expressed sadness as he thought he was guilty because he had made the woman sad by giving her a moment of hapiness and then taking it away. He couldn't forgive himself for this so he didn't say anything and looked down in shame as well. Then he noticed the lady's movement and didn't know what she wanted to do, but then she pulled out another sea shell that was far better. Then he struggled to speak as he still remembered whar happened earlier*\n\n\"S-ss-sorry for earlier, I- I didn't mean to make you sad, can you forgive me?\"\n\n*He took the shell and looked at it, knowing that this will be a fine addition to his collection, making him happy again but he was still waiting for the woman's forgiveness.*" }, { "author": "Chi-Chi Ano", "message": "The woman stared in shocked silence at the change of behavior, noting that he *Did* Feel bad now, and was asking for her forgiveness of all things. She was surprised considering it was her own fault in giving such a mediocre gift, if anything Chi-Chi felt like the one that needed to apologize. Yet she remained silent, watching the man take the shell made her relieved enough to let it pass, smiling as she wiped her face.\n\nShe bowed again, trying to think of what to say. \"I... Forgive you...\" Staring at the shell in his arms though, she pursed her lips and hid her frown. \"P-Please enjoy the gift.\" Bowing her head again and shutting her eyes, the girl hugged her satchel tighter to herself, only to turn away, now trying to make her way from the situation entirely now that it was dealt with." } ]

[ { "author": "Cassian", "message": "*Cassian held his head low as he looked upon his flyboat, not too long ago, his crew had made a killing on the seas and had stocks of cargo on his Royal Fortune. Unfortunately yet fortunately for Cassian, he had a close run in with some navy he cared little about and got away with only the skin on his teeth. Sure he got to Pinnacelia, but his beauty was now dry docked for repairs for the unforeseeable future. Picking his head up, Cassian would look over his men and change his persona to that of the proud and eccentric captain the crew had come to know their captain as.*\n\n\"Well lads, this do be a setback that's for sure, do hold yer heads high however, for we have one last batch of goods to sell. While yer here, try to pick up the odd job to keep the coin flowing in, but fer now, keep yer wits about yah and I'll call ye back when our Royal Fortune is ready for more adventures.\"\n\n*Cassian would grin at his crew as they seemed to revel in some free time to do whatever they pleased. At least he wouldn't have to replace them and they didn't seem like they were going to abandon post. As they started to take the last of the goods off of the Royal Fortune, Cassian would dawn his blue captains cap to cover some of his golden hair. Sure it was his staple, but he definitely didn't want to be noticed with his ship in the state it was in. Cassian would toss a pouch of gold to the harbor master as he watched as his ship would begin to be repaired to her former glory. He would slip off away into the town and look for a tavern to relieve some stress in.*" }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*Cass was already out looking for a place to settle, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to at the harbor with all that was going on. With half her crew out in the town with the other half on the ship, this was one of the few times she was walking alone. Well, more in the literal sense this time around. Every so often she would find herself bumping into people, too stubborn to move out of their way which lead to a few uttered swears towards her as she passed.*\"Buncha landlubbers...\"*She uttered back to them.\n\nIt wasn't long until she had found her way to a tavern. This one she was pretty familiar with despite her few visits to the place and thusly she decided to head inside and find herself a seat. The place had quite a few people inside, but for now, she simply decided to ignore them and find a spot to herself inside. She doubted that this was what the Uto had in mind when it came to going with the others and visiting town, but she wasn't always the friendliest to those she didn't know well and thusly she figured it for the best that she just wasted some time here for now.*" }, { "author": "Cassian", "message": "*Cassian would have his hat tilted down as he walked into the tavern, it was rather busy at this time of day so he wasn't too worried about being noticed here. As he entered he glanced briefly around to see if he knew anyone inside. Relieved that he didn't he did however see a female walking around, which in itself wasn't unusual, what drew Cassian's attention was that she wore a captain's outfit.*\n\n*As his ship sat dry docked, he felt as if nothing else could be lost. So, Cassian had bought two mugs of rum and made his way over to Cassandra. As he sat the mugs down in front of Cassandra he titled his hat upwards so that his eyes and hair could be seen.*\n\n\"I couldna help but notice a bonnie lass such as yerself, but what interested me is that there hat yer wearing. I'm stuck here fer quite a while and I was wondering if yeh could entertain me with a tale or two. If not I'd be happy with just this mug with yeh.\"" }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*Cassandra had propped her feet up atop the table after only recently having a waiter leave to bring her back a drink. Most of her attention was out towards the window, but upon being approached by this newcomer, she quickly shifted her gaze over to stare at him.\n\nWith a tip of her hat to raise it above her eyes and a quick once over, the Treton had absolutely zero clue what the Macen was expecting to get out of her. Instead, she simply let out a scoff towards him.*\"I'm no story teller.\"*She said in response. Although her tone wasn't the most inviting, it didn't seem like she was trying to usher him away.*\"Who are you supposed to be?\"" }, { "author": "Cassian", "message": "*Cassian cared little about her response noting the disdain in the other's voice. He would begin to knock back some of the rum that was in his mug as he leaned back comfortably into the seat. Finally, after drinking a good portion of his rum, Cassian would return his attention to Cassandra once again.*\n\n\"Glad yeh dinna ken who I am. Saves me a lotta trouble. Since yeh dinna know me by what the decent folk call me, yeh can freely call me Cassian.\"\n\n*Noting that everything about the person across from her barely wanted anything to do with him, Cassian would tread lightly as he didn't need any more enemies since he didn't have his usual quick escape at hand. Besides, having other captains know your name was never bad. Publicity was always good.*" }, { "author": "Cassandra Lyson", "message": "*She was merely watching him as he spoke, having heard worst accents by the sea. At least she was able to understand it well enough to get the point.*\"Mhm...\"*She said slowly after he finished. Many went by different Aliases, but in her case she just never gave them a name to begin with.*\"I suppose you're going to sit here anyways?\"*She questioned him, not dwelling on his original purpose of being here. It could have been the only real time she was giving him a chance to say yes and join her, but it was hard to tell through the unamused facial emotion she showing him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "mattthegamer5", "message": "Tyler entered what was the capital of this region, but he had no idea. He had never been here before, and was unsure if he would even be allowed to stay. He feared being feared, so he tried to keep his distance from any people while he figured out where he was. There were beastkins here though. Maybe it wasn't a problem?" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*Levi was just coming into town, riding the back of her cart. As she travelled through the streets she attracted quite a few glances since, well, she wasn't driving the cart. She had the clay figure of a male elf in simple clothing driving it for her, the use of magic to do such things not being all that common. Levi had stopped caring about this awhile ago though, she was odd sometimes and she embraced it. Standing in the back of the cart she kept an eye out, looking for a place to park it.*" }, { "author": "mattthegamer5", "message": "As he continued to wander aimlessly, he saw what was an elf using stone magic to ride a cart...? That was weird to say the least. Probably not as weird as himself, though. He could not help but stare at the statue that was pulling the thing with his ears perked all the way up." }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "*The elf didn't seem to notice the man staring at her, not like he was the only one. Though she did end up stopping by him as there was a stable there where she could park her cart. The elf hopped out of her cart, allowing him to get a better look at her, She wore a long black coat, functional looking boots and a large leather headband with runes inscribed in it, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Insribing a few more runes in the air she summoned a ball of clay that she threw onto the ground, as it streched and grew, starting to take the shape of another humanoid.*" }, { "author": "mattthegamer5", "message": "He kept walking closer to her from curiosity of mainly those clay things. Now he really was curious. As he moved further, he was more and more nervous about being feared by her. This reflected by being scared himself." } ]

[ { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "\"Grab my stuff alright?\"\n*She said to the newly formed female macen. The clay servent wordlessly climed into the back of the cart as the elf talked to the person running the stable. Getting a place to put the cart as the original clay figure got off the cart and prepared to lead the cart inside*" }, { "author": "mattthegamer5", "message": "He finally made it over the elf to speak. But his breath smelled of blood and his belly was clearly full. That could make him seem like he just ate a person... But it was worth at least trying. \"H-hello? What's that you're doing?\" His voice was booming." }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "\"Oh! Umm, Hiya\"\n*Turning around to speak with him after paying for her cart she seemed starteld by his sudden appearence*\n\"Just got to town, I'm parking my cart here. Why do you ask?\"\n*She waved the waiting clay man to put the cart away as the female clay figure hopped off the back of the cart with several bags*" }, { "author": "mattthegamer5", "message": "He nodded for a moment. \"I just got here too. But I've never seen anything like what you're doing. That could just be me, my family had no magic..\"" }, { "author": "sackoflentils", "message": "\"Hmm?\"\n\"Oh, these?\"\n*The elf gestured at the female figure that had come up behind her.*\n\"It's a spell I made, clay servents.\"\n*Getting a closer look at the clay sevent it was suprisingly life like. It almost perfeclty replicated how a living macen and the simple fabrics would look if they weren't all a clay coloured brown. The only deviation from life being a short string of glowing yellow runes at the base of the neck*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The elf remained silent as the woman by his side took charge. Him and Tal exchanged a few intense glares, yet both hid any hostile emotion from being apparent. He turned curiously as Ikari pulled him and approached accordingly. His thumb, the one locked with her hand, caressed it to make sure she knows he's there." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "The man grinned as she gave her reply. His hand quickly snatched one of the decks of cards on the table. The back of the cards were all painted in a glowing red color that trailed the body in the fashion of his irises. To call what followed next sleight of hand would be an offensive understatement.\n\nThe man riffled the cards with insane speed. He started shuffling them while his eyes flickered between the two ahead - he wasn't even following the cards. Suddenly, his thumb bent the top card. It launched it up in the air where it flipped multiple times, much like an acrobat in the climax of their performance. Any logical deduction would conclude that the card had to be sent off to the side - instead, it fell back into the deck smoothly.\n\nAnother followed, and then another. Soon there were two cards in the air before becoming three. A few moments later, Tal had launched half his deck into the air, each piece performing its own dance of various twists and twirls. When launched, they rang like tiny bells, serenading in a beautiful unison with the drums across. The speed with which they soared and plummeted made the magical glow of the cards spread - shifting the air crimson like the spectating oni." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien arched his brow, following the cards with growing curiosity. As more than ten floated midair, he turned in disbelief towards Ikari - making sure she was seeing the same thing, that this wasn't just a spawn of his imagination. He focused back onto the trickster." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "Finally he froze, the rest of the flying items fitting into place. He stretched out his hand suddenly, the jewelry on him banging loudly. \"Now, each of you draw three cards. And I'll need a name. Be honest - or the cards won't be, either.\" He smiled devilishly." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "She watched the supernatural display of agility and magic as the cards flew into the air with apprehension and slight concern. As she did so, she caught the elf's gaze and returned his stare with a slight nod to confirm his sanity, or at the very least their shared insanity. The demon reached over, stating her name as she did so, \"Ikari Fumetsu.\" Her tone was flat, and somewhat on guard. She was definitively on edge but decided to continue along. She completed the action of drawing 3 cards after stating her name." } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The elf observed, not taking any cards himself. He simply supported Ikari in this 'reading'. *\"Does she look at them now, or is this some sort of trick that needs her to simply hold them?\"*" }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "\"Ah, now now, this is no trick! Magic is a real thing, you both must have seen it. Fortune reading is but a simple craft for the talented... Such as me.\" He flaunted with a grin. \"It would be best if you drew the cards one by one. Whenever the beautiful lady is ready, she should begin.\" The dealer gestured with his face." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "If Ikari did as he instructed, she would pull out her first card." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "The trickster arched his brows and raised his chin as to peek just over her thumb and see the full picture. \"Ah, the Flames! Fascinating start.\" He clapped his hands twice, ringing all the precious gems on him. As he did, the remaining cards all struck up soaring. They spun around him, wrapping him in a red color. With gentle twitches and curves they formed what seemed like a blazing aura around his person. \"I forgot to explain how this works. Your first card is an illustration of yourself, or what state you have reached through your past endeavors. The second is your current state, what the present holds for you. And the third... It entails **Your future**. For your first, you received the Flames!\" The cards around him sparked intensely. \"What seems but a normal lady oni on the outside is a fierce warrior on the inside. Nothing ever stops you for long, for any challenge only provokes you to burn stronger than before. But beware... For some memories deep inside you spark a heat vast enough to burn even yourself. When such moments arise, try your best to temper your rage before you act...\"\n\"Next one!\"" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "Again, as Ikari followed his instructions - she'd pull the next one." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "The wide smile on the performer's face was diminished to a grim pout. \"Ah, Ruin... I see.\" The jumpy tone of his voice was replaced by monotone speech. \"To put it frankly, you know better than me what your life has been like recently. Many troubles have come your way, all tearing down your balance. You fight despite the damage, for the Flames are indicative of your soul, yet this has been far from a pleasant trip. And... Many things you still hold on to might change. Most of all, do not be naive. What seems like a large castle today...\" He pointed towards the drawing. The aura around him, the one formed by the cards, dispersed with a loud clap. \"**Might be but rubble by tomorrow**. It is most important to keep your core from defeat. Sometimes, a big sacrifice might be the cheap price to pay. What that means for you... Only you may know.\"" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien stared at the man as he explained. His expression didn't reveal much, yet it was clear to see that he was unhappy with what the prophecy assumed." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "Tal tilted his head and looked at the woman's eyes intensely. \"Final card, madam.\"" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "Once Ikari drew the last one, she could feel her heart beat loud. A gut feeling, perhaps, hinted that the card felt wrong - like a curse no one should draw." }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "The cards around Tal quickly shrieked. They darted into his hand, collected in place by magical means. He left the deck on the counter and shook his head. He stared at her with a mix of fear and anger. \"I am sorry, madam. I will not tell you what this one means. It is... Out of the question.\" The rainbow colored merchant crossed his hands and stepped back, away from the two. \"You can keep the cards if you wish, that is all I can offer.\"" }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "She first watched intently, with a neutral expression as the man went through the cards she pulled. Although, she clearly possessed growing interest as the man went over accurate, although definitely not impossible to guess descriptions based on her outlook and past. She listened intently, and waited with a hint of excitement about what the final card may be, casting her gaze over to her elven companion as she noted his somewhat worried expression. The elf received a slight comforting squeeze, and a flash of a smirk, a somewhat comforting sight.\n\nShe felt the feeling the card gave her, the odd fear and tension as she watched the man go through a similar shock. She hesitated for a moment, but quickly brushed the shock off. Her expression quickly turned to one of annoyance, as she glared a hole into the dark skinned man upon his display of fear upon drawing the final card. With a sigh and roll of her eye, her complacent and somewhat pleasant smile turned into that of a sneer. A mix of sarcasm and genuine a fury pervaded her tone as she spoke with a growl, \"Oh, did you need a fucking Lymian degree in mysticism to tell the fucking red oni with more scars than skin was a passionate warrior? Really now? Or that they had a *Mysterious troubled past and terrible trials*!\" She'd state, mocking the man's accent with the last line.\n_ _\n\nShe'd continue speaking with a breath, \"It doesn't take a fucking genius or bullshit magical card tricks to figure that out. The least you could do is make up some shit about the future to make this damn fleece entertaining but *No*, you couldn't even be bothered to do that. You had to go for the most boring line of *Oh no, there's something so terrible in your future that I can not even speak it!*\" She'd resumed mocking the man's accent, before shortly continuing, \"You should've at least asked for gold first, you shit skinned wharf rat. Or just run an actual business off of the magical card tricks.\" She tore up the cards, throwing them on the stall before flipping the man off and turning to walk away, dragging Lucien with her." } ]

[ { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "Tal flinched with slight shivers once she latched out at him. A frown captured his face as he looked away towards the ground. He crossed his hands even tighter and shook his head in a repetitive motion. The flare fueling his eyes quieted down. He inhaled deeply and tightened his jaw, in preparation to groan back. Before he did, however, the same shock from before stormed his very being. The man remembered why he had denied the reading. A grim sigh followed before he began explaining. \"I am sorry, madam. I do not have the courage to give away such a terrible prophec-\" He jerked his shoulders as she teared the cards without letting him finish." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien had lifted his brows, yet as usual had remained silent. He observed Ikari carefully while she revealed her skepticism in the shape of an outrage. He grimaced weakly, understanding why she was upset. The pain they had both gone through recently was unbearable to say the least. This man had stopped them and ridiculed them with an average trick.\nThe elf gasped as he was yanked by the oni. He followed her while contemplating the situation - until he halted. With another pull, this time in the opposite direction, he stopped her while turning her to face him. *\"I don't believe this man either, but...\"* His pale hand reached up to her warm cheek as he smiled. *\"We lost too many times to lose such a small battle now. Right, Ik?\"* He muttered the final bit with affection of a man in love. The vampire caressed her red skin and let go.\n_ _\n\nHe spun and approached the counter again. The elf planted his hands in the table. A menacing stare, one akin to a hawk's, pierced right through Tal. There was a difference - a shift Ikari hadn't seen before. In fact, it felt similar to the presence he had unleashed in Vuunrui. His eyes flared with light fiercer than the usual tinge of violet . This time around, the light was strong enough to illuminate a great distance ahead of him. Yet instead of light, his stare spawned quite the opposite - pure darkness. ***\"I would hate it if we had to force the words out of your mouth, trickster.\"*** The possessive aura calmed as he reverted to his natural state of being.\n*\"Thus.\"*\nHis hand sprung out of his cloak swiftly. Two golden coins bounced on top of the ripped apart cards with a loud ring. *\"Two gold, but you better relay her a poem of details for that much.\"*" }, { "author": "Tal Umbri", "message": "Tal's eyes jumped wide open, he was taken off guard. The deadly darkness pinned him in place, like various knives slammed deep into his body. The bottom of his right eye lid twitched twice or thrice. And then, it was gone. He exhaled audibly in alleviation.\nHis state of terror didn't take long to be replaced by a greedy grin. Without daring to attempt anything, he cleared his throat. \"Alright, alright! I'll tell her all.\" He came out of the shadow cast by his stall's curtains. One guilty look at Ikari was all that he provided before his eyes plummeted to the ground - never to be raised again. He slid the two golden coins into his pocket and explained. \"Your final card... The Comet... It means one thing. A day will come, when... When you will take what is dearest from your closest person. It is... Undeniable. The Comet isn't what awaits for you... **The Comet is you.**\"\n\n\"Whether you expect it or not, you will have to be the one who causes tremendous pain to them, as what you take from them will never be returned. That is all I can say, for only the future can reveal what that will be.\" An awkward silence followed, one in which even the drummers stopped their play.\n\"Now, will you finally let me be?\" He pleaded in a frustrated manner." } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien chuckled in response to the bumped fist against his chest. He had noticed the faint blush on her face - it didn't matter that she was red-skinned, he watched her so often that he could tell. As usual, she didn't allow herself to be swayed for too long and retorted back. The elf shrugged with a lopsided smile drawn across his face. *\"Well, I truly apologize that the case is such, my dear. I'd like to say I'll let you go if you wish and act like a gentleman. But, if I'm honest, holding you, controlling you... It gives me such pleasure that I'd rather be selfish. Although, judging by your smile...\"* His eyes dropped onto her curved lips. *\"... I don't think you exactly mind it. Let the people look all they want, so what?\"* He raised his gaze again and inhaled sharply as her breath warmed his face. It was clear to see that it enticed him, although he did his best to control it.\n\nThankfully, she distracted him with another tease. He grunted nasally at her remark. *\"Tsk. Try to break me, if you so wish. I might not compare in surviving damage physically, but you know nothing can keep me down for long mentally. Especially... When you're here.\"*\nThere it was, again. The same temptation. Her kind tone soothing him, her warmth tickling him alluringly. Without noticing, he had raised his chin a little - exposing more of his neck near her mouth and giving her more to play with. Despite his great mastery over emotions, Ikari was his weak spot. He gritted his teeth intensely, his jaw tightening in the process. The massage she gave him while nearing him even more, it all irritated him. Many intrusive thoughts invaded his mind, all related to him surrendering to his urges right there, on the street. Realizing what she had made him feel, he chuckled. *\"I don't mind being this way, if it's pleasant to you. But your point only contributes to mine. I'm the stronger one, you're the hardier one - you're built to receive, and I to give.\"*\n_ _\n\n*\"Ah, was I caught red-handed already? My, that was quick...\"* He grinned. Gradually his grip on her tightened, his palms merging more with her body. His fingers would traverse her shape, still, caressing as much as was possible while grasping her in place. Whenever she curled up more into him, he helped by adjusting his arms and chest. She could feel Lucien's excited heartbeat. *\"Naturally, if only a chat was my intention, we could have that right here. I don't remember ever hiding from you how much I'd like to see you without that villain in the way. Your armor, I mean, for it is an enemy of my satisfaction.\"* He smirked after the tease. *\"And what better place to first experience the sight of it, but in the hot waters of a spring?\"* The one who carried her seemed much more comfortable sharing his thoughts. Never had he spoken so openly about his feelings, not before her taunts at the very least.\n\n—\n\nLucien hissed quietly as he sunk deep into the spring. The waters exhaled steam consistently, moistening the clear air in the area. Aside from the pool wrapped in rocks of various shapes, light grass and a wooden structure kept the two separated on the hill. The elf had paid in full for them to have the night for themselves, obviously not reserved when it came to spending for Ikari. Despite the building that surrounded them in the wide open area, no roof obscured the light blue sky from sharing its serenity with the two. *\"Hot, hot, hot...\"* The vampire muttered. Heat wasn't an experience one of his kind could ease into immediately, but eventually he relaxed. His equipment and odachi rested nearby - the two could never be too safe. Lucien spread his battle-hardened arms on the boulder that held his back. He breathed out slowly and audibly. His eyes were shut and his neck folded as he leaned his head back.\n_ _\n\nFeeling much more present and at ease, the man smirked and turned his gaze towards Ikari. She was yet to join him in the spring and was also hidden behind a wall. *\"You've been back there for a quite a while. Did you get nervous now, all of a sudden?\"* He teased." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "\"..I'm not nervous!\" She'd hiss in response, stepping out from beyond the wall as she cast her gaze down at the steppe elf. Her crimson form was somewhat hidden by the steam that filled the air, although that wasn't to say it was particularly hard to make out how she generally looked. The oni was muscular and incredibly fit, though that wasn't to say she was entirely masculine. Muscle, while a large part of her weight, definitely wasn't all of it and the oni possessed more than her fair share of curves.\n\nThe demon strode over to the spring, a confident smirk present on her face as she lowered herself in besides the man, submerging to her chest in the water. She'd meet his tease with another, \"At least I didn't take 5 minutes trying to lower myself in while hissing and complaining about how hot the water was. It's not even fire or the sun, it's not like it's going to actually hurt you, big baby.\" She'd move closer to the man as she spoke, a hand lightly caressing his face and pulling his head over to hers as she met him with a kiss, her free arm taking the time to massage his upper shoulders as she did so.\n\nAssuming she was allowed too, she'd lightly pull away after a time. Her eye met his as she spoke, her tone filled with snark as she simply asked, \"Did that make it better?\"" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien chuckled at her remark, a smirk apparent on his face. It slowly dropped, however, as she came out. For the next few moments the elf was speechless, gawking the oni's shapes. There was not much else he could see, considering the mist in the way. He realized that he was essentially staring and turned away nervously. His urges were strong, yet he tried to remain composed. It became much harder to do so as she eased herself into the pool besides him - his gift of enhanced periphery served the opponent's purpose.\n\n*\"Hey, now, any form of hot is in out weaknesses list. Don't you see how weak I become around you?\"* He shot back with his own flirt. *\"I don't know about me being a big baby, but with all of this right next to me, I'm feeling like doing something related to 'bab—\"* His any attempt to compose himself in the duel of teases was thrown out of the window as soon as their lips met. What had gradually been happening finally overcame him. His lavender scent began spreading - a hint of him freeing the vampiric urges inside him. From under the water, Ikari could feel the vampire's hands grasp her waist. Even in the spring, they maintained a certain level of cold that would perhaps agitate her. He pulled her against himself, not letting her escape the kiss for a while.\n\nHis hands slowly traversed her body down, not skipping even an inch, before they reached her thighs. He folded them and pushed her feet behind himself to wrap her legs around his hips. The elf pulled his lips away, his hand still savoring her frame. He chuckled once she asked her question. *\"I don't know... This hot water, it's making me feel exhausted...\"* The vampire leaned closer to her, eyes set on her neck. The charmer breathed into it softly, before his tongue teased it. *\"I might need some blood to recover.\"* He whispered.\n_ _\n\nLucien sunk his fangs deep into her neck. After a sudden sting, the sense of euphoria would follow. His breathing grew heavier and he closed his eyes. In the meantime he used his hands to massage her body - her back, chest and whatever else was in reach. Not only was he enjoying her after wishing to for so long, but he was also purposefully provoking her without holding back." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Ah Pinaccelia... Land best used for its sea and slave trades. Nothing screamed an Elven land more. Well high Elven anyways. Terrel would walk through the main city that sat adjacent to the coast, just close enough for the salty air to meet his nose. The Elf never cared to associate with the higher elves when traveling through their land, naught because of their questionable morality of their trades, but more so how haughty they typically were for their standings among others. Well that and he kept himself more secluded when wandering through bigger Capitols.\n\nThe Elf would make his way through the main streets, occasionally passing glances at those that stared too long as if in recommendation to look elsewhere which, with a pig mask on, may have come across differently, something more defiant. His horse followed behind him, his saddlebags visible as the Elf looked to find a good shop to restock on supplies while he was here. He'd wish to just pass through, though if he left without getting anything, he'd probably come to regret it later.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Compared to the harsh scents and sounds of the Irtutian dock towns, the Pinnecelian coasts were far softer, almost elegant. The hustle and bustle of commerce was still present, but the edges of said work were smoothed. At least, that's how it felt to Ikehara, who had experienced both worlds along the sea. Her ears twitched inquisitively despite her stony expression as she cantered down the main road, her draft horse whinnying softly. Her crossbow sat drawn in her lap, the bolt glinting dully - as it was a warning bolt, blunted at the end to leave little lasting damage.*\n**\"A far grander city, but a port town nonetheless... More merchants than fisherman, this time. Mayhaps the food will be more pleasant...\"**\n*She mused to herself in Runran, searching once more for a place to eat.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would walk by, his gaze shifting to the woman as he passed. He found his eyes falling upon her crossbow as it sat out in the open.*\"Subtle aren't you?\"*He'd find himself saying to her, a hint of amusement in his words with the knowledge of having his own crossbow and sword tucked away from view. While she seemed to keep it out as a warning for others, Terrel found preference in leaving it as a surprise for anyone who dared attempt to get the one up on him. At least this way they wouldn't be prepared prior. His horse would let out a quiet huff of air, almost as sort of greeting in noticing her steed after going some time without seeing another.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*The comment would cause Ikehara to halt her steed, the draft horse easing to a stop and turning to face the other equine - returning a similar huff. The Okamimi leered at Terrel a moment as she sized him up, slowly noticing his concealed weapons, though unsure of what they were specifically.*\n\"Subtlety isn't something I concern myself with, Silnari. Who are you to speak of inconspicuousness?\"\n*She'd fire back, raising a loose hand to point at his mask, smirking slightly.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would smirk back at her witty tongue, drawing his horse into a slow stop. She had a point, inconspicuous clearly wasn't what he was concerning himself with either.*\"I don't know what you mean.\"*He'd say, feigning ignorance towards her.*\"Nothing more inconspicuous than a pig riding through town. It's a common occurrence really.\"*The Elf was clearly jesting with her, drawing himself up so that he sat up more straight on his horse.*\"Odd to find an Okamimi in Silnari lands.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*A small, derisive snort was her response, leading her horse to sidle up beside his. Her ears flicked idly as the ocean winds picked up, causing her to shiver uncomfortably. While the sun shone, it was dim against the gathering clouds, the grey blending in with the deep blue of the choppy seas upon the horizon. She'd want to find cover soon...*\n\"A bizarre accessory, but at least you're aware. As for my being here, I'm simply a traveller. Keeping along the coastline is easiest for the meantime, I'm far more familiar with the sea than inland.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would study her a bit, soon giving his horse a light tap to continue moving with the idea that she was going to follow while they spoke.*\"I'd think boat would be the best way for travel in that case.\"*He decided to point out, flitting his gaze out towards the open water. The Elf never really considered going to seas himself, but he was sure it was an experience.*\"All the sea travel you can ask for out there.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"The open sea is inopportune for mercenary work...\"\n*She'd return, closing an eye as she watched him a moment longer, urging her horse alongside as she ran a finger across the loaded bolt. While Ikehara had manned ships before, the idea of taking one for a long voyage so early in her journey made her uncomfortable - wondering how unpleasant seawater would be near her ears.*\n\"And what brings you here, Silnari? Out for a ride before the masquerade?\"\n*She jested, a light chuckle following as her expression softened.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At the jest, Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow.*\"No, I'm quite afraid that I'm still looking for it.\"*He'd say, playing to the idea of him going to a masquerade with his get up when in reality he had never really been to one.*\"You see I've had this mask constructed for years in preparation, but I still find myself without invitation to one. I simply don't know why that might be.\"*His tone came soft despite his normally low voice, deciding to change it in sounding more troubled than he actually was.*\"And to think a perfectly good mask to go to waste without an event to show for it.\"*He'd smile at her, suggesting it was all just a ruse in the good fun of it. Why would he go to a masquerade ball anyways?*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"I wonder, how the patricians of Silnaria spend their time... Mayhaps they *Do* Throw such lavish parties. Though, from the look of you, I doubt you are any sort of nobleman.\"\n*She continued, tapping her chin as she examined him once more. No, he was definitely not dressed like a noble, though he didn't dress raggedly either... She brushed aside her deductions, her stomach protesting such thoughts as it rumbled loudly. Ikehara coughed nervously, hiding her blush as she turned away to hook her crossbow onto it's ring.*\n\"Do you know much of this town? It seems I've left lunch too late...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At the comment of him not appearing to be a nobleman, a smirk would form on his face.*\"I'll leave that up for debate madam.\"*He'd say before turning his gaze towards the rest of the seaside town at the mention of her missing lunch. There were probably tons of places where they sold fish and others of the sort, though Terrel never took much interest in it.*\"Should be a tavern around here. I've been mostly passing through, but they're typically hard to miss.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*She shook her head at his jest, wondering if he was about to go looking for a ball; just to find a reason for wearing that thing. Her eyes returned to the elf, a perplexed expression slowly forming as she listened to him agree with her complaints.*\n\"You have disdain for your own kind, then? Some sort of trouble in the past? Not that it's my place to ask, just... Silnari are usually quite proud, especially of their heritage...\"\n*The okamimi mused, averting her gaze as she settled her steed into a similarly casual trot.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would shift his gaze over to her. Elves never really had a good name when it came to anything and frankly he only found himself having to fall under it just for the sake of being a Silnari as well. The stereotypes never really appeased him, besides if he stuck around them for too long, he may well just end up acting like the rest of them. He didn't care much for that, and Elf or not, he wasn't defined by it.*\"What's there to be proud of about it, hm?\"*He'd ask her in a tone suggesting that he was curious to know himself. What has heritage ever done for him? Given him advantages? Unique abilities? Fame and fortune? No, he was simply an Elf from the Steppes, never to be seen as anything more than that.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"The founding of an empire, being the seat of almost all of the renaissance and the origin of majority of the regional powers... Rich culture, beautiful towns and cities, prosperity and trade... Though quite a few nations can claim the last few.\"\n*She rattled off a few of the highlights of the Silnarian legacy, shrugging at the end of her spiel as they slowed their gait before the entrance to a more pleasant-looking tavern. Having studied under Keguntan scholars, Ikehara's mind was rife with tales of most of the grand imperial powers of the past few hundred years. She learnt these begrudgingly, however, much preferring practicing with her crossbow in the university yard. Giving a soft huff, she lowered herself from the saddle, leading her horse by the reigns and moving him to the nearby stable.*\n\"How does this place look? To your liking, you grace?\"\n*She'd ask with mock reverence, giving an exaggerated curtsey as she held back a snicker.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hm...\"*He'd say in a thoughtful tone, most of which generated from the Kemonomimi able to answer right off the top of her head.*\"Doesn't sound like anything I've done.\"*Drawing closer to the stables, Terrel would eventually dismount from his horse. Being asked how the place look, he'd find himself resuming his previous regal tone, finding it hard to not laugh at it.*\"Quite immaculate, I'd say. Just what my Royal steed requires.\"*In handing off his horse so that he could be left at the stable for the time being, Terrel would turn his gaze back to Ikehara.*\"Shall we make our way to the Tavern now m'lady?\"*He'd question, holding out an arm as if to escort her.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Ikehara could only be bemused by his act, wondering if he was trying to be charming or just mischievous. Either way, it wasn't a poor effort. She'd loop her arm with his, pulling him a little closer as she giggled quietly.*\n\"Of course, good sir. Please, be my guest~\"\n*She returned in a similarly refined tone, gesturing to the doors with her free hand.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would allow a grin to form on his face, hiding away his mischief with something more genuine. Arms intwined, sides grazing one another, almost like the duo were going to an actual ball. He didn't mind the act, finding humor in it with her simply playing along. The Elf would head towards the Tavern, opening the door for the two of them to head inside before walking through to find them a place to sit at. Deciding to take a nice booth in the corner, he'd head over before lightly gesturing down towards it for her to take a seat in.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*Ikehara would acquiesce, bowing slightly as she took the seat, thanking him softly in as refined a voice as she could be bothered with. Her expression had not shifted, still entirely enjoying this little charade; now gesturing to the seat opposite.*\n\"Good sir, will you not fine with me? It would be a pleasure.\"\n*She chided, her words betrayed by the wide smile on her lips.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If the lady requests it, who am I to deny her the wish?\"*Terrel would say back, giving a clearly exaggerated bow before taking a seat across from her with her supposed permission. He was planning to stay anyways, figuring the place a good enough stop to get something to eat before heading back on the road.*\"What seems to suit your taste today m'lady?\"*He'd eventually ask upon getting comfortable, or as comfortable as he could get while keeping the joking poised look. It was a wonder how actual noblemen could do all this day to day. Funny at first, but surely it gets tiring after a while.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"I'll let you pick, I'm not one to fuss about food.\"\n*Ikehara returned with a nod, laughing as she dropped the act and shook her head. It had tired her out already, but she hadn't had this much fun in a while. Her attention drifted around the tavern, the sparse patronage despite the soft din was far to her tastes - crowds were a pain, especially for someone her size.*\n\"So... The hair is interesting. Natural?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would lean back in his seat, relaxing away from the formality to something much more casual. Seems like she wanted him to order, though he suspected she had a bigger preference of meat in her dish than he ever would. As the server would come to take their order, he'd decide to get a plate of rice with some sweet potatoes for him and the same for Ikehara in addition to some fish. At least the seafood should be a specialty this close to the water. With them leaving with the order, Terrel would eventually turn back to Ikehara, saying:*\"Yeah it's natural...\"*His fingers would reach up towards it, lightly tugging at the locks of air.*\"Pretty uncommon, at least by Fricharii standards... You can imagine what growing up with it was like...\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*\"But I guess it works well with the mask at least.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"I think it suits you. Yes, an odd colour, but not unpleasant.\"\n*She'd assure him, smiling warmly at him as she approved his choice of meal. Her ears would twitch gently as she ran a finger through her own hair, the ashen mess relenting at her touch.*\n\"Though not uncommon, my hair colour would be mocked as a young pup... Children are cruel things.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah, that's why I prefer not having to put up with them. All talk until a fight actually breaks out...\"*He'd say as he gazed at her hair.*\"Odd, that hair color is pretty common for a High Elf. I think it works well on you compared to other colors. Let's you stand out more.\"*The Elf would tap at the side of his mask with a faint grin in suggestion of it doing the same.*\"Before it was a crutch, but now I suppose it just makes you unique.\"" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Well, aren't you a charmer...~\"\n*She cooed, her lips curling into another grin. Resting her chin on her hands as she propped up her head with her elbows, she gazed at him a little closer, for the moment searching for scars or bruises. Pariahs rarely escape without something to remember them by.*\n\"From where in the empire do you hail? I know not your strain of Silvan...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I like say things as they are.\"*He'd respond back more casually. Charming wouldn't be how he'd describe himself, though he did suppose he practically complemented her. The Elf would glance back at her, catching her staring for a while. For what reason, he wasn't sure, but it did cause him to sink back into his seat a bit. For the most part his face seemed rid of any scarring, at least where the mask didn't cover. His face was appeared almost completely smooth, save for the smallest bit of stubble at his chin which would have suggested the start of a beard had it ever grown out. \n\nIt seemed the hair on his head had already taken over with that.*\"From the steppes.\"*He'd say in a way that was like a play off his race.*\"Came from a town mostly dependent on the farming plantations around it. Was never really that big of the place, so traveling allows me to see more of the empires.\"*The Elf's gaze would shift to the other people in the tavern, never too stagnant on any one thing for long.*\"I'm guessing it wasn't the same for you?\"*He'd question as he'd look back at her.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Hmm... The steppes were mostly untouched by the Empire's grasp, no? I imagine that's shaped your view of things.\"\n*Ikehara supposed, noticing his shying away and darting her eyes away - last thing she wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. Yes, his face was free of blemishes, as expected of an elf, yet she noticed the small amount of facial hair - his claims to heritage of the steppes rung true...*\n\n\"Immaculate... Unless you're hiding something under that mask.\"\n*Again she'd coo, maybe a little too pensive as she mulled over the thought, her ears flattening slowly as she focused.*\n\"I was raised in the republic, under the watchful eye of Runran scholars, funded by the plutocrats to chronicle and ponder the past... While I enjoy the history of my peoples, it was tiresome...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"For the most part.\"*He'd say to confirm her thoughts.*\"The empire never goes unheard of though, no matter how often you cover your ears.\"*As they talked, the drinks would eventually arrive. Simply water to quench their thirst, but Terrel made no move to grab it as the cups were left on the table.\n\nHis focus seemed more on her as she'd suggest him hiding something under his mask. Terrel would give a light chuckle, saying:*\"I'm sure you've seen enough elves to be able to guess what I look like under the mask. Rarely different.\"*It seemed to reflect back on its original uniqueness, perhaps to stand apart from the rest. Whether what he said was true or not, it would have to remain a mystery. \n\nHe'd listen to her explain how she grew up having to learn their history, most likely not enjoying it with how she spoke of it and the way her ears lowered.*\"Is that why you travel by seaside nowadays?\"*He'd question her in asking if she chose to simply leave.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"The sea reminds me of home... And that I'm walking away from it. When I'm ready to let go, I'll head inland. I wonder if I'm failing someone by being selfish like this.\"\n*Ikehara's expression darkened as she confessed to this, sipping at her water and watching the ground idly. While she had served her nation in many a war, there were further expectations of her in Keguntan - both of her regiment and of her scholastic family. The choice to slip away from both weighed on her heart even now.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel raised a hidden eyebrow at her explanation. So she was choosing to leave it all behind.*\"You wanted to leave and you did so...\"*He'd say, reaching for his own cup and taking a sip of water.*\"Nothing selfish about making your own decisions.\"*Of course that was more situational than anything. The Elf simply left his own hometown as well when it came to it, but he wanted more than it and in wanting such, he made the choice to leave it all behind.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "\"Decisions made effect everyone, in some small way. No-one is an island, as they say.\"\n*She concluded, letting the conflict she had pushed aside about leaving or staying play out in her mind once more, before shutting it down as it overwhelmed her.*\n\"And you? What possessed you to leave the open plains?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would fall silent for a while, distractedly swirling the water in his cup.*\"They expected me to become someone I'm not.\"*The Elf would say. At first he didn't really reiterate on it. Though eventually he'd look over to her.*\"Elves are always pompous, empowered, magical spell-casters yeah?\"*He'd say. After which, he would slowly draw back his cloak to reveal the hilt of his sword alongside his crossbow.*\"I think I prefer the path of a non-magical, disavowed, low-life warrior instead. Makes for a much better story than the ones you're used to don't you think?\"" } ]