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[ { "author": "Arish'i Kiorla", "message": "\"It's an honor thing, I can't just get up and leave, and besides, i need to prove myself, and i just... I dont know\" Ari said, while she was an experienced fighter, she was still younge, without much knowledge of the broader world" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He took a long sip of his drink, pondering over her words.*\"You know there's other ways of showing honor and proving yourself than arena fighting your whole life.\"*He said.*\"Nothing wrong with making your own choice in life.\"" }, { "author": "Arish'i Kiorla", "message": "Ari sat in silence for a bit, \"Like what?\" She would ask, ordering another drink, though this time paying with her own money" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Look, while you're here, your honor is only going to go as far as this town. And maybe that's enough for you. But some people are a bit more ambitious than that.\"*He responded.*\"You've spent who knows how many years trying to prove your honor here. Wouldn't you rather spend the rest of them proving it somewhere beyond the same routine? There's a lot of things going on just beyond Amongko, but you wouldn't know about it unless you venture out from it. A mercenary can show to be many things from the work they do out there.\"" }, { "author": "Arish'i Kiorla", "message": "Ari would think about it, a glint apearing in her eye as she grew enamored by the idea, fighting and wandering the world, gaining honor and recognition, away from the shadow of her family" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*While she was silent, the Elf's food at finally arrived to which he'd begin eating.*\"Up to you on what you want to do. I think you're about old enough to make your own decisions now.\"*He said.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*A crisp breeze blew in from the lofty mountains northward, drifting south past greener lands, biting the warmth of spring. Here, the salty air from the ebbing seafront mixed with the chill, a refreshing aroma blustering through the small port town. Most of the townsfolk, used to the mild weather from living so far from the mainland, drew their jackets tighter to stave off the shivers - something Elias had never worried about.\n\nThe young woman, her worn cuirass glinting dully in the sparse shafts of light, quiet against the heavy cloth of her longskirt - the Bluedove insignia on the cloth almost entirely faded from the wear. She held her frog-mouth helm on her thigh as she cantered along on her Courser, flicking her head to move her silver hair from her eyes - the two amber jewels glassy from fatigue. She sighed deeply, her voice both soft and refined, yet low and hardened.*\n\"Finally, some real green grass... Well, a blue-green, but it'll do...\"\n*She mused to herself, a smile curling her small lips as she moved further into the town.*" }, { "author": "honeybutterr", "message": "*Draupnir, fresh out of a mission that wasn't exactly commissioned by any guild of sorts, simply the request of an old man who was part of a caravan that he has guarded for the past week. Apparently the route that his caravan goes through for trade purposes is being terrorized by bandits that have managed to tame wolves and due to that, they always lose more money than what they gain because of the mercenary costs. His kind heart buried beneath muscle and scars couldn't handle it and singlehandedly took down the bandit camp and freed the wolves that wanted to flee and hunted those who bared fangs at him, fangs that are currently inside a pouch hanging from his belt.*\n\n*His armor dull and worn out seemed light due to how he carries it and with a loud thud, he drops his backpack as well as his weapons, letting his hair long brown hair get blown by the wind* \"I really should stop doing requests like this...\" *He muttered to himself, his voice raspy, deep and tired, contradicting to the big smile he has on his face as he is proud that he somehow helped someone out*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Morning, sir.\"\n*The knight greeted Draupnir cordially, glancing over his plate armour - silently lamenting her lack of full plate as she dismounted from her horse; her mail chausses clinking under her longskirt as she approached with a wave.*\n\"I'm quite new about this part of Urtutia - never ventured this far south... Do you know where the nearest inn or tavern is?\"\n*She asked, her voice as measured as it was quiet as she lead her horse along, sabatons clinking quietly against the stone tiles.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"I do so believe this is north if my compass hasn't been dropped enough times, and sadly, as much as i would love to be of service, me and my steed barely managed to reach here by chance\" *He picks up his bag to rummage a bit before pulling out a journal with a compass embroidered on its cover, silently mumbling as he flips through the pages* \"Yes sadly no, even my fathers before me haven't ventured this far north\" *He said with a hearty chuckle before looking at the white haired lass before him* \"Oh where are my manners. I am Draupnir Mol'ag, the pleasure of meeting a knight is always my honor\" *He removes his gauntlets and offered his hand for a shake*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The young woman sighed as he reported his own situation, conceding that she would be exploring herself it seemed - shrugging lightly. It wasn't uncommon, but she grew lonely travelling alone. Making an acquaintance or two was never objectionable.*\n\n\"Ah... Apologies, this is my karma for simply asking the first person I see, expecting them to be a local... This would be the first time anyone of my line has ventured this far south, so we're in the same boat there.\"\n\n*Resting her helm under her arm, she chuckled dryly to Draupnir, removing her own gauntlet to shake his hand.*\n\n\"Ser Elias Bluedove - Well, the 'Ser' isn't really accurate anymore. I'm just Elias, now, but people insist on addressing me as such.\"\n\n*Another dry chuckle, her sweeter voice breaking into this one as she held back a rising tide of sorrow - which quickly ebbed again as she replaced her gauntlet. She stretched a little, parting her snowy locks and pulling them into a loose ponytail, closing an eye at her new acquaintance and studying him briefly.\n\"Strong build, brooding features - but strikes me as the friendly type. Nice armour and weapons, either inherited or bought over time, he's clearly not a renegade...\"*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*Draupnir watched closely as her expressions change drastically as she realizes they both were technically lost at the area, and a hint of... Emptiness when addressing the \"Ser\" Part of her name, most likely something related to her family or something, but he wasn't in the right place to judge that himself*\n\n\"E-li-as... No that just doesn't sit right with me. First issue is it's too long for my liking, i very much prefer two or one syllable names since easier to shout out when in need, and two, it really doesn't match or bring justice to it's owner don't you think?\" *He said while picking up his bag and whistling a loud sharp tune as well as his sword to wipe off the dust and dirt from sticking it on the ground* \"Ellie, if it doesn't bother you as much, i decide to call you Ellie, and we, are gonna find ourselves a place to stay, the more the merrier yea?\" *He said with a wide grin followed by an exasperated sigh*\n\n*He turns around , drops his stuff once more, making sure to sheathe his sword before dropping it as well before shouting loudly but firmly, something more like a military roll call rather than a shout* \"B O N\" *And a few moments later, a saddled dark horse came galloping, stopping and neighing right in front of him before nudging it's face on his*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*She kept her eye closed as she listened, another smile curling her lips as she chuckled softly at Draupnir's convictions.*\n\"Keke... From three to two, seems like an inefficient trade. But I'm not against someone addressing me with a girl's name for once... Though I do like my name.\" \n*She flashed a bright grin at him as she nodded in approval, gesturing for him to lead the way.*\n\"What brings you here then, Draupnir? You mentioned this is further than any of your lineage had traveled, yet you seem very comfortable.\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Oh Ellie i'm comfortable anywhere, i'm a wandering mercenary or man-at-arms. I go where money and adventure calls, but the nifty little thing about money and adventure is usually found everywhere, more so in the most isolate of areas with scenes i've never witnessed before, foes i've never hunted before, companions i've never met before. The world is a huge bounty ripe for picking no?\" *He said with a wide grin before strapping his weapons to his steed Bon who has his armor rolled up since he really isn't comfortable with it. He proceeds to mount his steed with his luggage, leaving only his kite shield and war axe in his person*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*She nodded stately, knowing well of the mercenary life - the few visitors to her isolated tower being just the sorts. Rough, weathered men and woman, drifting through as they searched for glory - or just a decent meal. She hitched her horse up to a nearby fence, hand resting on the hilt of her longsword as she tied up the rest of her weapons. Her pensive expression didn't falter, spare for a small smile at Draupnir's grin - his mood was contagious, even for one as immune as her.*\n\"I know little of the politics outside of Irtutia... Tell me, have there been any new wars? That would warrant the number of mercenaries around, surely...\"\n*She decided to address the dreams of adventure later - if she grew to like him, maybe she would join in the dreaming.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"I rather not mingle myself with the skirmishes led by any nation or country, last one i've been in was by my own home nation, the Kadrush kingdom, but it was simply against a big bandit encampment that ravaged the traveling merchants and hunters alike\" * He picked up a torch that was strapped on his saddle, a little thing he's learnt about his steed is that he's very intelligent and has a sensitive nose, to the point that he managed to train him how to stay at a set location and with his sheer size and general aggression against anyone else he doesn't trust when Draupnir's not around makes it sure Drapnir's stuff is barely in danger if he leaves it to him.* \"What i do partake in is subjugation missions, caravan guarding missions, hunting, and the likes that need strength. I have little to no interest in politics, too convoluted for a simple man like me\" *He lit the torch on a nice clear location with grass patches here and there, then whistles a low tune, contradicting to his calling whistle, and upon hearing the low whistle, Bon neighs happily and struts happily to the location as Draupnir can leave him be to rest*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"To each their own, and for the most part I agree... I'm only bred a nobleman, it doesn't guarantee that I can follow all this intrigue...\"\n*She sighed, strolling alongside the man and gathering what she could on the town that lay before them. Clearly it was a fishing town - the ripe scent of all sorts of fish gave that away immediately - but was also clearly a hub for travelers; Elias having counted at least four different taverns or inns (She could never tell, they seemed to blend the two together around these parts). She returned her attention to her new companion, raising her eyebrows as she probed for a bit of smalltalk.*\n\"You said you hailed from Kadrush? Any noble blood? Not that it changes anything, just curious on the situation there.\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*Draupnir's eyes widened briefly before a hearty and booming laugh flowed out of his mouth as he laughed out loud, tearing up a bit before looking back at her, this was the first time anyone has ever said those words to him* \"Ellie, i have been called a savage, marauder, raider, bandit chief, demon asura, and the most recent and currently my favorite; jackal. There are the tame ones like bison, giant, brother, *Kapre* Which basically means tree dweller in one language or *Higan* Short for *Higante* Which means giant in another language\" \n\n*He bends down a bit and looked at her straight in the eye, with one of the most happiest smiles he has ever wore in quite some time* \"No one and i repeat no one has ever thought that i was of noble blood, and i solemnly don't care as to what the politics in my own homeland is, but i take the fact that i seemed like a royal as a compliment\" *He said with glee that usually would be seen in kids who got praised by their fathers, although there's a logical part of him wanting to reason out, his sheer joy of being mistaken as one with noble blood suppressed the logical side of him*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*Entirely taken by surprise from his reaction, Elias soon returned the smile, a self-satisfied smirk - which looked utterly ridiculous paired with her refined features. She again nodded, unsheathing and sheathing her longsword quickly to make a resounding **SNAP!***\n\n\"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my line of questioning, Draupnir. You simply struck me as the sort of charismatic roguish member of nobility.\"\n*She explained with a decidedly less warm smile, the wistful expression summoned up by memories of her middle elder brother - who fit the description perfectly.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Well, i might as well be, or i may also be a bastard left to rot in the jungles of Kadrush, but at this point in my life i'm either a regular bastard or some long forgotten *Noble* Bastard. Either way, i'm gonna have that noble title one day using my own hands, i feel like something as important as nobility isn't something that is simply passed down, i believe it's much more satisfying to achieve if it's gained no?\" *He said while still wearing his large smile before placing his Shield on his back, and hung his Axe on his belt before tying his hair up so it doesn't get in the way too much but since he did it quickly and while walking as well, a few stray strands still manage to escape and dance around his face every now and then after being tucked behind his ears*\n\n*He took a quick glance at her while tying his hair up before looking forward and saying* \"You know, i'm pretty much sure you've heard this countless of times before, but you really should smile more, it suits you, leave the apathetic look to those unlucky to not be blessed with such a smile and such bright eyes as you do\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"If a bastard you are, then it is something we would have in common...\" \n*She chuckled wryly, closing an eye at him again as he continued. Her eyes widened at the notion of the granting of nobility, a determined smile on her lips as a spark of respect lit inside her.*\n\"To earn a noble title... That would be a beautiful thing to achieve. Perhaps I shall join you in such an endeavour, and make my Knight's title legitimate again.\"\n*She looked away, eyes darting about anxiously as she ruminated on the ambition, which quickly faded as she confirmed it is what she wanted. As they crossed the threshold of the inn, she registered his request - her pale cheeks turning a rich mahogany in the low light.*\n\"Now, you flatter me too much, sir... I'm nothing special, just an albino child of a wandering swordsmsn...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Now i believe i've told you that i'm a simple man with a simple dream, and simple i am indeed, i find something beautiful i day it's beautiful, i find someone strong, i request a spar to see who is stronger, i find something cute, i pat or hug it, although most of the cute things in the world have murder on their minds, but such trivial matters don't stop me\" *A small chuckle escaping his lips as he traces one of the many scars near his eyes, the very first scar up there in fact, but it wasn't due to swords and daggers or bloodthirsty beasts like the rest. It was a wolf that was so fluffy, so white and so clean he had no choice but to hug it, which was paid with a scar*\n\n\"You see i have no benefits to be gained from flattery, lies and trickery, straightforward is the best approach for me, so when i day your smile is beautiful, i mean i think your smile is beautiful\" *He said with a smile as they entered the Inn which made some eyes dart immediately to their general direction*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight giggled softly at his spiel - her blush unfading, but her calm contentment returning as they walked inside. Elias was used to the cold looks fro strangers, so she paid it no mind.*\n\"Shall we sit there? It looks quiet enough...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*His sheer size and aura in itself gained the attention of others within the Inn, but he never liked those stares, reminds him of the reason he left his hometown, but due to his size and appearance, he gets these looks every tavern, guild or inn he goes, and to avoid stares, he glares back at them, usually does the trick*\n\n\"Peace and quiet indeed, since my money is with my boy Bon, how about you treat me to dinner and breakfast is on me. Deal?\" *He said as he sits down after removing his shield from his back to put it on the side of his chair*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"A fair exchange, sir. What are you after, then?\"\n*She agreed to the suggestion, leaning forward and calling for service, glancing to him as she placed her helm on the table.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*Seeing as to how tense the atmosphere in the tavern is and the fearful looks on some of the elderly within the Inn, he decided to put on a big warm smile to ease them a bit* \n\n\"Oh and i'll take anything Ellie, it's free so i'll take anything you dish out\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Right then, steak and chips it is.\"\n*She concluded with a smile, ordering the same for herself - dropping a few silvers on the table and leaning back. She sighed, her eyes travelling around the room, her brows furrowing slightly.*\n\"Everyone's got their eyes on you, and it's not a pleasant stare... You might be a touch intimidating, but I don't think it warrants this.\"\n*She mumbled gently, her voice awash with resentment.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*Draupnir wore a small gentle smile at her kindness and concern, something he hasn't experienced in quite some time. He removed his hair tie and used it as a bracelet after removing his gauntlets and placing it at the table*\n\"I've experienced way worse Ellie, this much is nothing, and for someone like me, for the things i have, could and honestly would do if not for morals and laws, their stares are indeed understandable... I can bet on half my savings i'd get twice as much stares if not more if they knew of my origins\" *Chuckling lightly at the memory of his childhood with his unusual parents*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*She returned a sigh, conceding to him as she began to eat. She regarded his scars with a raise of an eyebrow, but smiled and nodded.*\n\"They are indeed. I have a few, but they're small and most of them are callouses.\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Well, my scars are either battle scars, wounds from my training and majority of them is from hugging things that look huggable but due to their nature they are a positive threat to my lifespan\" *He said while chuckling to lighten up the mood, making sure to make eye contact with those who stare with daggers, it usually makes them look away*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Be careful not to hug any wyvern - even if they can't fly, they can burn you easy.\"\n*She jested with a soft giggle, noticing his reactions to the people around them and giving a light chuckle, closing an eye at him.*\n\"Really showing them, hm?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*He chuckles lightly at her remark, feeling pleasant that she's starting to lighten up a bit and start cracking subtle jokes her and there. After hearing what she said he grinned widely and spoke in a voice loud enough for other tables to hear without shouting* \"Trust me Ellie, i'm doing this for them and the innkeeper, not for me. If i don't show them they'll start conjuring up crazy ideas that inconveniences everyone\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"You make a fair point, sir.\"\n*She agreed with a gentle giggle, shaking her head at his remark as she glanced to some of the patrons - the mild, deer-eyed shock on their faces enough to make her laugh loudly, doubling forward as she held back small tears from the hysteria.*\n\"Goodness, they're rattled...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Goodness me that's just lovely now isn't it?\" *He said with a really wide smile, being overjoyed that he heard her laugh, something that he thought would be hard to get out of her, and if only he wasn't short on cash, he would've put every drink on the house for truly he feels like this is something worth celebrating about" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"What is? I wouldn't take you for one to derive enjoyment from your enemies' fear...\"\n*She asked, half-joking as she teased him lightly, butting her fist against his arm in jest. He was clearly enjoying her company, the feeling being mutual for once, which quite surprised Elias - she was used to being positively miserable in others' company, on account of only being around nobility or mercenaries in her life so far.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Your laugh Ellie, how should i say this... It sounds exactly how a person looking like you would sound like, which is relieving since your actions and looks don't normally match\" *He said before leaving forward to flick her forehead lightly, something that's been a habit of him whenever he's in a good mood* \"That's for hitting me, and you've got a good intuition, i really don't find it amusing to gather fear from enemies, rather i'd appreciate and honor them more if they pick up arms and come at me with the hearts poured into the heir blades, their spirits clashing into mine, truly becoming aspects of warriors. I have no respect or interest in those who freeze in fear, not able to do anything else in front of power\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The young woman blushed again, screwing her eyes shut and letting out a quiet bleat as he flicked her head, opening an eye at him and replying with a grimace.*\n\"Such chivalry is uncommon these days... I'm glad some respect it still.\"\n*She regarded him with contemplation a moment, realising this had been the most she had spoken to a stranger for many a month, and she was definitely enjoying it - Draupnir wasn't an ordinary man-at-arms, after all. She sighed as her jubilation subsided, her melancholy - albeit a far more spirited one - descending on her person again as she leaned back, tugging at her mail chausses as they felt far too tight as she reclined.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"I do so assume that the stuffy armor you're wearing has even more protection underneath no? I can practically hear the mail jingling from here, then again it does do a good job against stabbing shenanigans\" *He said with a smile before grinning widely as a timid young man comes in with their order, visibly shaking and nervous so he decided to help him out a bit* \"Relax kid, i won't harm you or anyone here despite my looks, but i'd really appreciate it if you hastened up a bit\" *He said in a slow, soft and gentle manner, the tone he uses when talking to literal kids*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"A gambeson and mail chausses, but other than that it's the cuirass.. I avoid wearing too much full plate, otherwise I won't be able to move fast enough. *Kriegmesser* Sword techniques need an amount of agility...\"\n*She explained gently, gesturing with her hands as she straightened her longskirt under the table, giving her cuirass a tap as she smirked a little. Her smirk morphed into a warm smile as the young man joined them, speaking in a similar voice to Draupnir.*\n\"Don't you worry about him, dear, take your time...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"I'd really love to have the honor of seeing your sword style once without it being aimed towards me\" *He said with a chuckle before looking over to the young man who carefully placed their food on the table, and upon closer inspection, the man wasn't shaking anymore and had a decent build for someone who is around 18-20 years old due to how young he looks. He grabs his hand gently and remove his gauntlets in order to feel the palm of the young man, shushing him gently and looking at him with a big smile before placing a wolf's teeth necklace and a tip of a few copper on the man's hand* \"Rough and hardy hands, you have the makings of a hard working man, and if my eyes don't fool me, maybe of a warrior too\" *He said with a wink as he closed off his palm with the copper and necklace inside of it*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*Elias couldn't help but widen her eyes at this exchange, the boy seeming to freeze up in mild shock, only to relax again, smile and nod graciously.*\n\"I'll be honest, Draupnir, I wasn't expecting you to do that...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"I am a warrior Ellie, my life is dedicated to adventure, fortune, fame and battles, i see a person who has the makings of a warrior i help them realize that, i see my allies morale low i rally them with all my heart, i see an enemy with fire in his eyes but no means to fight back, i lay down my weapon for a hearty fist fight\" *He grins and looks at her dead in the eyes, a steely and fiery glint can be seen from his eyes as his grin inches wider and wider as he talks about his passion* \"I am a warrior, not a savage, i savor fighting and clashing of steel, not drawing of blood and taking of lives, it is a shame for someone with the makings of a warrior stay here when the bliss of clashing steel and exploring new lands is more exhilarating than anything else the world has to offer\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight returned the steely look in his eyes, grinning as she nodded in agreement.*\n\"It is there I shall agree with you - nothing beats the rush of combat...\"\n*She cooed softly, her eyes glazing over as she reminisced on her dueling days, as well as the few bandit encounters she had so far.*" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"Speaking of fighting, one of the reasons but it entirely the reason why i came here since i literally just wandered here with my pal Bon, was to hopefully find the Oni and have a spar with them, i heard they have great constitutions and fighting prowess and last i heard tongue were up north, not really sure since i'm more of a warrior and not an adventurer\" *He smiled to himself as he remembers the numerous times he got lost, running in circles in a single first for weeks to count. He takes a sip of beer to wash away the embarrassment as he felt blood rushing to his face due to the memory*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*It was difficult to ignore the flushed expression on Draupnir's face, especially with how confident he had been up to now, Elias' smirk widening as she listened - calling for a few beers as she finished up her meal.*\n\"Hoh..? And you haven't found them yet?\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "\"They were hulking according to rumors but for titans they sure are hard to find\" *He said while finishing up his meal and letting his hair loose before removing his braces since it's starting to get warm due to the alcohol, the young man looks at him with a weird sense of respect and nods lightly as they locked eyes and when he comes back to the bar, Draupnir can see the other servers huddling up to him, asking questions inaudible to Draupnir*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*She visibly deflated a moment, but quickly steeled herself again and nodded stately, waving to him as she flashed a small smile.*\n\"Alright, Draupnir, I'll see you soon.\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*He sighed softly as he saw her slouch for a split second, sharply contrasting his normally elegant and sharp posture, so he he gently knocked on the wooden wall before he said* \n\"Well, if you're not that tired you can come with you know?\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*She blushed lightly as she realised he'd noticed her break in composure, bashfully glancing away. She eventually nodded, mumbling back*\n\"Well, if it isn't a bother...\"" }, { "author": "Draupnir Mol'ag", "message": "*He grinned gently as he put his hands on his waists and wait for her to come down so they could go fetch Bon* \"If you wanna and aren't as tired then let's get going before Bon gets grumpy\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Lead the way, sir. I believe my horse will be fine in the stable, but I might as well check.\"\n*She nodded along as she followed, dropping down the stairs and standing close to him, smiling again.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*On this cold, overcast day, an Irtutian port town would have peculiar visitors – their ironclad vessel listing to port with a cry of its helmsman.* \n\n\"Land ahoy! Odanari-*Dono*, we return!\" \n \n*This was not the first time the Odanari warship had coasted, but they were missing a key sailor. As the ship drifted into port, ranks of samurai working to rest the ship, a tall man all donned in samurai armour emerged from the captain's quarters, his eyes like thunder as he stalked onto land. General Odanari Nobuyasu was deeply unhappy this day, for his Captain: a Kirosaki Taito, had been kidnapped. With three of his most trusted samurai, he headed for the local guild; expecting the pair of adventurers he was promised.*" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*Aize would be standing in wait by the door having been expecting someone who was coming to discuss business, he was still out of the way of the door and the pathway so he wouldnt slow anyone down. Upon seeing the man clad in samurai armour walk through the door he figured this must be the man since he matched what he had heard he would be dressed like, and also not like samurai armour was a common sight around here, most of the time all you saw was plate armour.*\n\"Excuse me sir would you happen to be the one coming here to see two adventurers about a job you needed us for? And do forgive my rude behaviour\"\n*It seemed like he didnt wanna be rude to his new employer if this was him, but at the same time he'd prefer to get down to business as soon as possible.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would find himself leaning against a wall not too far from where Aize was standing in waiting by the door. The Elf had left his horse outside to graze in the company of his other two animal companions for the time being while the two had been waiting to meet their employer for this job that was requested. Terrel's arms sat crossed against his torso, his shoulders still lax as he watched the man enter with his pig-masked gaze. Then sight Samurai would spark a slight feeling of interest through the Elf. Terrel considered speaking to him, however with Aize already going forth with it, the Elf instead kept silent as he waited the man's response.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai would regard the doctor for a moment, appraising him with a narrowing of his eyes. His expression would lighten, his lips still tight as he responded.*\n\"Indeed I am. Are you one of them?\"\n*He was blunt, but his tone was not rude. While his irritation seeped into his voice, Nobuyasu made an effort not to direct it needlessly at Aize.*" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*He seemed relieved not to be mistaken about who this man was, and after hearing the man make the effort to avoid being rude and letting his irritation spill out he seemed to respect the man a bit because self control is a necessity that not alot have.*\n\"Yes i am one of the adventurers you are here to meet with along with my friend her terrel\"\n*He gestured over to terrel who was leaning against the wall.*\n\"Please let us go have a seat at a table and we can discuss what you need us to do for you\"\n*As he said this he gestured to an empty table that wasnt to far away from them, he seems to keep a more serious tone of voice but while serious its polite and seems like a business man discussing with another business partner.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel held a hand up slightly from where they sat crossed before lowering it once more as Aize gestured towards him. Seems like this was the person they were waiting for. Standing up more straight, Terrel would head over towards the empty table to take a seat at it, allowing himself to get comfortable while he would wait for the Samurai.*\"So what is this job about?\"*Terrel would eventually ask in his naturally low tone. He kept his gaze on the Samurai for the time being. With his harsher tone earlier, it was obvious that something was setting him on edge.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Watch your tone, *Silvan!\"*\n*One of the samurai snapped at Terrel, Nobuyasu raising his hand to halt his berating. The general glided over to the table and sat down, his massive presence almost rippling the air as he watched the pair.*\n*\"Suwaru,* Sit. We shall discuss this properly. Forgive my subordinates, we are all in low spirits...\"\n*Again his presence seemed to ripple, his expression darkening as he thought on his faux pas that lead to this contract.*" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*Aize would walk over after the others had been seated, he would pull out a seat and after hearing the samurai get snappy and the general asking for forgiveness he decides to speak.*\n\"Its quite alright i understand that you wouldnt be coming to people like us unless it was bad after all you both seem like capable warriors which tells me this will most likely be a mission that cant be accomplished by a large force, so lets get down to business what is it that you require us to do?\"\n*He seems to speak with certainty almost as if he knows the situation based off of their body language and context of the situation, but he isnt one to assume things so he wants to be sure and get details. Aize is sitting up right with his hands overlapping eachother on the table as he stares at the general waiting on terrel or the general to respond.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned his gaze towards the Samurai deeming him to watch how he spoke. He never was one to care for authority especially one at a neutral stance with him. After all, it was the lot of them needing them help from two random adventurers they've just met. Part of Terrel was tempted to get up and call it a day, the thought along being enough to form a sort of grin on his face. However with Aize already getting down to business with the general about their mission, the Elf merely shrugged it off instead. While Aize sat more poised, Terrel found himself relaxing back as he rested his arm atop the table while the other hand sat at his lap. Seemed like he wasn't going to get much of a word in without being lashed out at, so instead he merely waited to listen to what the General would say.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The general sighed as he gauged the two's reactions, hoping that this would go smoothly. From the daggers Terrel was staring into his samurai, they'd already gotten off on the wrong foot. Luckily the good doctor was an amicable character...\nNobuyasu leaned back in his seat as well, producing a bamboo pipe and pointing it at the female samurai to his left - who snapped her fingers at the centre of the bowl, the sparks raining upon the crushed smokeleaf and smouldering softly. He took a slow drag, eyes closing as he let it out in a deep sigh. The deadly aura would fade, replaced with a far calmer authority.*\n\"I trust you have been told by the guild of our situation? Else you wouldn't have taken this job, I suppose... 'Tis simple, one of my samurai have been kidnapped, and we have been threatened with her disappearance unless a ransom is paid.\"" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*Aize watched the woman snap her fingers to light the mans pipe and aize stared at her fingers and the pipe itself studying it seemingly intrigued by the bamboo pipe. He also was studying their interesting armour and their interesting designs since the equipment was something new to aize he was very interested in it, but he put that aside for the moment as it would be a bit rude to ask about their designs when theres such an issue that requires urgent attention, and even with such an urgency he seemed relatively calm as he spoke*\n\"Yes we have been informed of the situation by the guild and i would be more then happy to help you for just a few trinkets my associate on the other hand may want something else in return, so if you dont mind we should discuss the price for our assistance and where the meeting for the payment will take place, along with any knowledge you have on those who have taken your samurai.\"\n*He seemed to speak fast and clearly not wasting a second of time, aize knows everyones time is just as valuable as his what they choose to do with theirs is none of his concern but he wont be the one to waste it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch the woman light the pipe, his attention caught by it as easily as anything flashy enough. Magic. Of course it came so easily to some, though it seemed it wasn't very useful to this bunch with their lost comrade. He listened to Aize continue to speak, albeit quickly this time as they discussed the topic of rewards to which Terrel would give a small wave of his hand to temporarily change the topic.*\n\n\"Before we even continue this conversation. I'm a little curious...\"*He begins, altering his gaze between each of the Samurai. They do indeed seem competent enough to hold their own and yet, they had somehow lost their comrade in the wake of it all.*\"How exactly did you lose this Samurai of yours... Hm? Were you aware of the kidnapping while it was happening or did it simply happen under your nose?\"*His tone came neutrally, though he seemed to be wanting to push the topic. If a whole troop with even a hint of magic couldn't stop whoever these kidnappers were, then who or what exactly are they going up against? The pig elf would find his gloved fingers tapping against the table, sort of rhythmically in waiting while his naturally blank stare would find itself resting on the general.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Good, good... Saves some explanation. You will accompany me, along with my samurai, to their hideout. The bastards sent a ransom note, but expected a response. We shall head there and take our captain back, by force if necessary.\"\n*Another drag of his pipe, blowing the smoke out to his right - the samurai beside him coughing softly and wafting the cloud from his mouth.*\n\n*\"Gomen,* Takeha... To answer your question, my Silvan friend, the kidnapping was out of my hands. Our captain, alongside a half dozen of my men, were scouting the town out a few days back, when they were ambushed. Concealment magic, I was told, and few of my ranks have sophisticated enough detection magic to notice. What shocks me is how the reports mentioned no cries for help...\"\n*His expression turned sour again, this time out of frustration for such limited information. He quickly returned to the conversation, not wanting to waste too much time with platitudes.*\n\"Either way, I'm going to this den, and I am taking my captain back. Can I expect your support?\"" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*He listened to the mans explanation as to the situation and the request he was making of him and terrel, and he didnt even hesitate for a moment before answering when he asked him if he would lend him aide*\n\"Yes of course I'll assist you in recovering your comrade, it shouldnt be to much trouble, so all i ask in return for my services is that pipe you have there. I haven't seen one like it before so id like to have it, will this be acceptable for you\"\n*He didnt seem to want all that much just this small trinket, he also seemed confident in his ability to assist them retrieve their comrade. He also didnt seem to be trying to be rude in any sort of way, he just thought the pipe was interesting and would like to have it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Of course it was magic of all things leading to their kidnapping. However, something didn't seem right as if something wasn't adding up. While they did have some that could detect the usage of magic, a group like them had a high chance of being ambushed as the last group if they didn't even know who their captures were. Who's to say their captain was even at this den the general was planning to head to? Terrel rose a hidden eyebrow as the feeling of question passed over him, but with Aize seemingly quick to offer his services, the Pig Elf didn't say much to argue. However, he did say this:*\n\n\"Good to know we'll be fighting invisible magic users...\"*Terrel would get up from his seat as if readying to go before placing both his hands atop the table. He leaned forward slightly, peering over at the man who had originally asked him to hold his tongue. A grin formed on his face as he stared at him before the Pig Elf would finally continue.*\"I'll offer my services, but you'll owe me something later. Just a small price for the return of your lost Samurai.\"*Terrel would eventually turn back to the general, standing up to his full height as he would hold out a gloved hand in offer to shake. It seemed like the Elf wasn't going to state what this 'price' was exactly, but oh well he'll surely bring it back up later once the job was done.*\"We have a deal?\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The leftmost samurai made to say something to Terrel, but was interrupted by the general raising his hand. He eyed the Pig Elf, but did not interrogate him on this 'reward'. Nobuyasu rose from his seat, shaking his hand firmly and nodding.*\n\"You have a deal, Silvan. And yes, doctor, you will have my pipe if you so desire. There will be gold in it for you as well, so worry not about that...\"\n*He began to make his way for the door, hesitating as he recalled something key, his samurai halting and turning to face him confusedly.*\n\"Ah... Must I give you time to prepare? Unfortunately, I've never required the assistance of mercenaries before...\"\n*His disdain for the profession was hardly concealed, but the exhaustion that ran beneath all that he said was far stronger.*\n\"I'll go check for spies, Nobuyasu-*Dono.\"\nThe third samurai, a young woman dressed in a thick yukata instead of her peers' samurai armour, reported quietly; her eyes glowing powerfully as she drew on her mana.*" }, { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*He stood up ready to go without needing preperations which was a bit strange since he had no armour nor weapons on him, and he looked over at terrel to see if he was ready to leave this moment. He also chose to ignore the clear distain the general seemed to have for the line of work.*\n\"I assume you have everything you'd need with you aswell my friend?\"\n*He said unsure if terrel would wanna get something specific for this job, or if he was ready to go now to rescue some people.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*After shaking the general's hand, he would lower his own to the hilt of his sword. Terrel was already geared away as it was with his own short sword and crossbow, the only things being left were his animal companions. He would leave them there for now, unaware of the enemies at foot he'd rather not put them at risk lest he truly knew what they were going against.*\"Ready when you are.\"*He says in response to Aize before following after the general.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*\"Kochi,* This way. Any little birds we need to pluck, Hanai?\"\n*The samurai mage shook her head, gesturing to the door as she bowed.*\n\"The way is clear, for now.\"\n*Nobuyasu nodded stately, the door pushed aside with the hilt of his katana, his samurai following behind. The mage stopped to glance at the pair of adventurers, scanning them over with a flash of her eyes.*\n\"By the way, I am one of those few Nobuyasu-*Dono* Mentioned. We'll see them this time, concealment magic or not.\"\n*Her voice dripped with a similar harshness as the first samurai, but it was clear this was directed at the kidnappers and not either of their new acquaintances.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "`*Blows whistle* Break time!`" } ]

[ { "author": "Dr. Aize", "message": "*Aize walked out the door of the guild as soon as everyone else had left, he cracks his knuckles as he walks out of the door and he seems ready to capture some kidnappers.*\n\"Well lets get going then this will make a good test for some of my newest enhancements, although if we can lets try not to kill anyone and just capture them if capture isnt an option then so be it and just try not to get hurt.\"\n*He states to terrel as they are leaving he building, aize seems to recognize the threat of trusting random people just as much as anyone else its just he is polite and wont show it, or maybe he just isnt really that concerned by them or the threat thinking terrel and him could handle it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No promises.\"*Terrel says to Aize as they followed the others out of the guild.*\"If they want to pick a fight, then they'll get one in return...\"\n\n*The Pig Elf shrugged. He wasn't much of one to go peacefully against those looking to kill them especially when a sword to the gut is a much better option in his eyes. He'll let Aize do as he wishes, however a battle is still a battle no matter who falls in the end and he was training to side on the better end of said fight.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"We shall decide our approach once we arrive. Our options will become clear...\"\n*He replied lowly, gripping his katana's handle as they travelled deeper into the town - the streets becoming emptier by the moment.\n\nThe group soon arrived at the location: A small, three-storey complex, made of thick cut stone that has faded from disrepair. The general watched a moment, turning to his samurai and pointing to the entrance, leading the others behind a corner of a nearby building.*\n\"I'm sending Hanai ahead to scout. I think she can handle it, but if one of you want to follow...\"\n*He asked the pair of adventurers, Hanai waiting beside the wall, watching them expectantly.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize had taken off all of his clothes and laid them down on the ground, his skin then began to expand a bit and harden and small cracks and holes appeared on his skin as a dim red glow shined through the cracks and holes. He then sprouted horns from atop his head and turned to the general who was about to send in a scout into a place full of people who kidnapped his scouts before.*\n\"I'll be heading in with your scout because it would be unwise to send in a scout to somewhere full of people who have taken other scouts of yours, but i will say im not the most stealthy person so I'll most likely just be going in there as a distraction if the rest of you wanna find another way in to try and rescue the people as i gather attention at the front. If you have another plan then you should say it now.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel unsheathed his sword, holding it firmly in his right hand while he studied the area they were in. If anyone were living here, it looked as if they were long gone. That or they took preference in living in a building with this sort of condition. It was a rather ominous place to search for a missing individual, but what else should he expect?\n\nAs Aize offered to head in with their scout, Terrel took a moment to consider it before he would eventually reply:*\"I'll hang back for now.\"*He kept his stance firm, however his attention remained on the area around them, watching, waiting for at least a sign that the captain was around here somewhere with whatever people that are looking to keep them.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Then you will scout out the entrances with Hanai. Quickly now, or they will know we are here before we can make a move...\"\n*He gave the order, the samurai nodding and gesturing to Aize to follow, her fleet-footedness making little to no sound as she approached.*\n\"We shall wait here, until they arrive or until five minutes pass. Once that happens, we will look for a way inside.\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize walked towards the front entrance of the building and and knocked on the door loudly as to get the attention of anyone inside, and as he did that he gestured for hanai to go around the building to any other entrances there might be to scout. Aize simply stared at the door and waited for a response if any would be given, he didnt mind waiting for a few seconds since if there was anyone inside they would probably be preparing their attack and since he was already set for the fight he doesnt mind letting them do the same.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Hanai's eyes widened at his approach to this, but nodded and darted away. Soon enough, the fading door opened briskly, a snarling Oriental man, dressed in a deep brown duster - his rusty falchion swinging from his belt. The gangster eyed Aize suspiciously, grunting as he looked him up and down.*\n\"*Nani?-* Who the hell are you?\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize simply walked inside pushing past the oriental man seemingly unbothered by him, aize doesnt seem to have a shred of concern about this man as he takes a look around to see if there was any other people who would be attacking him and to get a visual on the place he will be fighting. After surveying the area he turned and looked at the gangster and leaned towards him and shut the door behind him.*\n\"Let me introduce myself i am aize and today i will be your opponent but as i am all prepared and you are not i shall give you a 20 second head start use this as you will, either gather more men or try to stab me or go get a weapon.\"\n*He speaks in a polite tone seemingly honest as if he is actually giving him a chance, perhaphs this man who just barged in is stupid or perhaphs he is just overly confident, in actuality aize just believes in a fair chance and this way every ganster here will be alerted to his presence.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"He's insane... But this might work...\"\n*Hanai mumbled as she returned to the door, the second gangster that was patrolling already having ran back after all the commotion. The first thug scratched his head, having enough sense not to charge blindly at the manbeast before him - not enough to let him through, however.*\n\"Ok, what the hell are ya' doin here? This is a private place, you don't have a right to waltz in.\"\n*He sneered, his companion growling and grunting in agreement - both gripping their rusty weapons in threat.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize had held up his hands and was lowering 1 finger every second as he stared the gangster in his eyes and spoke.\n\"I am here for a fight so do not fret my good acquaintances you wont die but it wont be any less painful, and sir im afarid i do have the right as a right is earned either through knowledge or power and im* Afraid to say you have neither.\"\n*As he finished speaking 5 fingers had been lowered and he wasnt slowing down, he gave off a menacing aura or perhaphs it was just the eerie glow from the glowing cracks on his skin.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"What'd you say to me, you punk?! Get him!\"\n*The gangster barked an order, him and his companion - along with two others that had heard the commotion from down the hall, charged at him - falchions brandished as they attempted to hold down his limbs.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Make it count my new acquaintances cause if you fail you will all be regretting it\"\n*5 more fingers lowered as he finished speaking. He allowed them to restrain his limbs as he stared at them, it appeared he really was gonna give them the time he said he was, but they had used up half of it and aize closed his eyes as he kept counting down.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*As the gangsters pulled him to the ground, the first gangster stood over him, pointing his falchion curl at Aize's neck - growling in satisfaction.*\n\"Right, you're gonna tell me what the hell you want, or we kill you!\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Oh im sorry i forgot to say that right, ahem.. Im just here to see if you would be a decent enough challenge to test out my new mutations\"\n*As he spoke very quickly he counted down yet again raising 5 fingers, aize was technically being honest but at the same time he didnt wanna give away everyone elses plan because he was meant to be the distraction.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Yeah, we can see yer' damned mutations, monster. Take him away, add him to the girl...\"\n*He spat, the gangsters beginning to drag him away - having significant trouble due to his size.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Hanai bolted back to the group, almost hysterical despite her hushed voice.*\n*\"Taihen,* Its the doctor! He's been taken, they're dragging him away right now!\"\n*Nobuyasu gritted his teeth, drawing his katana and announcing through gritted teeth.*\n\"Then we shall make two men free this day, come!\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*He wouldnt let them drag him away as he finally had both hands open signifying the time is at its end.*\n\"Excuse me but i have one last thing i gotta tell you before you attempt to put me with the other prisoner, would you be so kind as to let me say it?\"\n*He opened his eyes and stared at the gangsters, it seemed being called a monster has upset aize just a bit.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Guess I can't say I'm surprised...\"*He said in his naturally low, sarcastic tone. Terrel would turn towards the General as he spoke about going after them, wondering if following the same people that just got kidnapped was the brightest idea. He would shrug off the thought, reaching for his cross bow with his free hand while the other remained carrying his sword. A white glow passed down his left arm, making its way to the cross bow as it would draw itself back with a quiet 'click'.*\n\n```Draw Crossbow: -2.5 Mana; 97.5/100 Remaining``` \n\n*He would place a bolt into it before following after the general.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai cast their abilities in preparation, the two subordinates' hands glowing a deep crimson.*\n`Strong Grip: -2.5 Mana; 42.5/50`\n*Nobuyasu cast his own, running the blunt half of his blade across his knuckle joints as the edge burned a bright red.*\n`Empowered Strike: - 2.5 Mana; 72.5/75`" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"We're done talkin' freak! Get him outta here already!\"\n*The gangster hissed, spitting in his general direction as he glared at him with disdain.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Times up.\"\n*As he says this he punched the ankle of the one holding his arm withfull power trying to injure him and make him fall, aize was finished giving them their time to prepare and they did get a good advantage to start with but that didnt seem to bother aize after all it was his choice to let them do this with no struggle so not like he had a place to complain.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As the group drew close to the building, Terrel would keep an eye out at their surroundings. His sword sat lowered yet ready in his one hand with the crossbow in the other. At the sight of the group dragging Aize off, he would raise up his crossbow and fire a bolt off towards the first gangster.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangster's ankle was shattered in a moment, screaming in pain as he fell to the floor and held his foot. The others jumped back, drawing their weapons and yelling angrily - the first gansgster not having time to react as Terrel's bolt pierced his thigh.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai rushed in, katanas glinting as they descended upon the rest of the enemies. Nobuyasu stood back, watching calmly as he examined the blade of his sword.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize rolled backwards as the two restraining his legs let go and he rolled backwards into standing up position, but he was at a more lowered position, and he used this to charge at the two who were restraining him just seconds prior. He went to try and use each of his arms to tackle them down, almost like a double arm bar against their abdominal areas.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel rushed forward, towards the man who had been shot by his bolt. It was the target for him for the time being as the other samurai went to fight the rest of the gangsters. He would wait until he drew close enough, his body glowing first blue then red before he would finally slash at the man with a horizontal swing across his torso.*\n\n```Psionic Speed: -15 Mana\nHerculean Strength: - 15 Mana" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The two gangsters were very easily tackled to the ground by Aize, becoming winded immediately. The first gangster turned to face Terrel, raising his falchion to block the strike, but was overwhelmed by both its speed and strength.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The two samurai simultaneously cut apart the third man on the floor, running over to Aize and driving their tips into each of the downed gangster's shoulders.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Hearing the bloodshed coming from behind him, and the two approaching footsteps coming to cut down the ones he pinned, decides to turned around and block their swords by moving his hands in the way of the swords and catching them. He then pushed them back a bit and grabbed the arms of the two men he tackled. It seemed like he wwas against killing downed men who couldnt fight back and he seemed very displeased, even if these were gangsters and horrible people he wouldnt allow it if he could stop it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel wouldn't allow the Gangster much time to recover, quickly pressuring him as he would push forward and bring his blade back in a more diagonal slash down from his shoulder.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 5 Turns Remaining \nHerculean Strength - 5 Turns Remaining\n+2.5 Mana Regen\n77.5/100 Mana Remaining```" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai tutted loudly, giving silent snarls as they ran the blunt edge across their open hand, guiding the edge into their sheathes.*\n\"You give clemency to these bastards...?\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The speed of his attack was far too much for this underpowered gang member, collapsing on the spot - coughing gently as blood seeped into the carpet.*\n\"Damn it all... Bloody Silvans...\"\n*He spluttered, throwing daggers with his eyes at Terrel before passing out from exhaustion.*\n\n*The two men Aize had subdued were still in shock, coming to their senses as they heard their superior curse.*\n\"Agh... You win, all o' ya. I give up...\"\n*The left one sighed, the right man giving up as well - the pair throwing their weapons to the floor with a clatter.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*\"Subarashii,* Excellent. The two of you have martial skill, thought it is unrefined skill... I doubt even Taito could take the pair of you on and prevail.\"\n*The general would comment with a small smile as he strolled inside, pressing the blunt of his katana against one of the subdued gangster's necks.*\n\"Now, you tell me where my captain is... I think you can guess what happens otherwise, *Yarou...\"*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "Aize walked up to the general and the gangster and grabbed his sword and the arm of the general. Aize seemed to be very upset and the general could see he was pissed, even if he was somewhat hiding it behind a pleasant smile.\n\n\"You had better explain yourself this moment general before things get violent. And terrel watch the other two please cause something isnt right here, the general here said these common thugs had magic but they had no magic or any power at all and somehow captured their scout, we are in a city and they were scouting out something here, and somehow these thugs could overpower them. Also these three could have easily taken these people down without our help, yet they hired us even with their obvious disliking of us. None of this is adding up.\"\n\nHe spoke to both terrel and the samurai, aize seemed a bit confused worried and angry all at the same time but he wouldn't let something like a job make slaughtering defenseless thugs and okay thing to do." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would sheath his sword, seeing the main gangster collapse in front of him while the others called for surrender. Normally he would have just killed the man anyways, however, with the general moving on and interrogating them to find out where their missing captain was, Terrel decided to hang back a bit.\n\nWith the threat having died down, Terrel kept most of his attention on his cross bow as he would pull the string back into a lock before adding the bolt to it. Only when Aize had said his name, did Terrel finally look over to him and the other Samurai. A hidden eyebrow would raise beneath his mask as Aize went to question the Samurai and their general, unsure of what the whole commotion was over. After all they did their job for the most part. Just have to search for the Captain now wherever they may be. An oddly easy quest it seemed like so far, though with Aize seemingly turning against the Samurai over what's right and wrong, it seemed like it was only going to get a lot harder.\n\nTerrel wasn't really one to take an order from someone else, so instead of watching the people as Aize asked, he simply decided to stay where he was and observe the room they were in. It was a strange place to hide a captain he'll admit, though it only left him wondering why they wanted the Captain at all. Questions like these, he felt could be asked later. However, instead of continuing the mission, it seems that they were at a stand off.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 4 Turns Remaining\nHerculean Strength - 4 Turns Remaining\n80/100 Mana Remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"And here I thought you were an intelligent man, doctor...\"\n*Nobuyasu sighed, not resisting Aize's grip - much to the protest of his two samurai. Hanai hung back, sitting near Terrel and watching the room alongside him.*\n\"If the doctor hadn't transformed like that, this would've been troublesome... Not sure what the problem is, but- I follow my general...\"\n*She mumbled to Terrel, not bothering to glance to him as her eyes wandered to the dispute. Nobuyasu meets Aize's gaze, his eyes steely as always.*\n\"First: These are not the men that took our Captain, because - as you have experienced - they had no magic. Second: We could not have overpowered them. The only reason we had the upper hand is because of you, good doctor. If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. But I will not pay a traitor.\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize shakes his head disapointedly, and seemingly still confused. But he lets go and takes a step back, and he stares at the general.*\n\"If you couldnt take on 4 thugs with swords that are covered in rust and no armour and minimal training then i dont see why you would even call yourself a general, also why would you need us when you could have just sent in a few more people? You obviously didnt mind risking your people anyways since you are in a job that requires your life be risked at a moments notice, so would you mind enlightening me why you hired us to take out just 4 people and why you came along and joined in the fight. I do apologize for my rude behaviour its just i do not like that none of this is making sense.\"\n*As he spoke his voice became less angry and more composed, it also seemed as if aize thought alot less of the samurai now, thinking that they were a bit weak based on the fact even with all their man power training armour and weapons, they were afraid of 4 barely armed unarmoured and untrained thugs that could only be a threat to someone with no equipment.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well I don't follow anyone, but I'd say this is the last thing we'd want to be doing right now if we're planning on getting back this captain of yours.\"*He says ever so casually to Nobuyaso while averting his gaze down to his Crossbow. Terrel didn't seem too phased by the sudden change of plans of Aize, though he could think of several other times that would be better to talk about this than right now. He gave a shrug at the thought. The group could debate over it all they wanted, he was simply here to get their captain and call it a day no matter who was morally correct by the end of it. \n\nThat's where the difference between him and Aize was. While Aize would consider the reasoning behind why someone would higher a mercenary for something, Terrel simply saw a job as a job. He had gotten a good idea of the situation upon taking this quest and that was all he needed to go off of for the time being. Terrel turned away from the group, his cloak sweeping at the floor behind him while Aize eventually let the others go. The Pig Elf was taking the time to explore the room further for any signs of where the captain was being locked away at. Well-guarded or not, he was going to look for them anyways.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 3 Turns Remaining\nHerculean Strength - 3 Turns\n82.5/100 Mana Remaining```" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The general's calm demanour faded in this moment, his anger rising as his eyes widened. His samurai inched away, familiar with this ire from serving under him. The samurai who had scolded Terrel earlier walked over to the pair, addressing them in a hushed voice.*\n\"We should get going. Longer we stay here, the longer they have time to find us.\"\n*Hanai agreed, nodding and glancing to Terrel. She stared down the hallway behind him, then to the stairs flying downwards to their north.*\n\"Think that's of any interest? Probably have a cell or something here. Unwise to keep prisoners above ground with such broken windows.\"\n\n\"These are things you should have asked me *Before* We set out. I know not what you were told by the guild, hence I asked. But this has become ridiculous - we are in their base, and not only do you brazenly approach them without a single sense of stealth, you create such a brawl that the whole town must know what we're doing. Now, will you continue to berate me, or will you let us continue?\"\n*While his anger was rising, Nobuyasu did not let his voice boom - the doctor may be trying his patience, but the wellbeing of one of his loyal subordinates was on the line. There was no time for discipline of any sort.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Since you seem more focused on being fast and not answering my questions I'll be letting this go for now, but you should know i consider you to be weaker then the thugs below us right here. Also i was trying to draw their attention to give you all a distraction to find a way around thats why i went in the front and asked hanai to go around the back. But thats not a concern now since the fights done, now im gonna have a chat with these thugs if you would excuse me.\"\n*Aize turned around towards the 2 thugs he had tackled before and walked over to them, when he got ovr to them he put a hand on each of their shoulders.*\n\"Excuse me you two but id like to ask what you're doing here and if you had bought kidnapped or sold anyone as of late, and if so who did you buy from who did you kidnap and who did you sell to, if you do not answer these questions things will get very ugly so i do hope you will answer.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"We can probably go explore down there while those two bickering look around up here.\"*He says, inclining his head towards the General and Aize as they parted for Aize to talk to the Gangsters. Terrel eventually turned his gaze to the other two Samurai near him.*\"Either way, it's better than sitting around here all day for back up to show if there even is any here in a broken down place like this.\"\n\n*With that, Terrel turned away from them, heading for the stairs at a fairly cautious pace. He kept one hand holding his loaded crossbow while the other hand rested itself on his partially hidden blade that sat beneath his cloak.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 2 Turns Remaining \nHerculean Strength - 2 Turns Remaining \n85/100 Mana Remaining```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Wha...? My head, I can't...\"\n*The left gangster mumbled, the one on the right simply groaning to himself. The first gangster, propping himself up against the wall, his expression a mix of extreme pain and despair.*\n\"I got this, boys... Try not to die... You're here for the Eastern girl, right? Down the stairs... God, this is the worst...\"\n*He grumbled, throwing sparks from his fingers in frustration.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "Nobuyasu threw one last glare at Aize, but did not push the issue further. He needed not the approval of a foreigner, much less a mercenary. Hanai waved to him, pointing with her thumb to the set of stairs - Nobuyasu watching Terrel approach them and nodding.*\n\"Kiyo, stay with the doctor until he's finished, then follow us. Toki, with me. Keep this quiet, no more loud noises.\"\n*He barked, closing in on the pair by the stairs, the samurai Toki following suit. Kiyo huffed, kneeling down and tapping the right gangster's face to wake him up.*\n\"Anything else we should know, huh?\"\n*He'd ask, to no response. He huffed again, standing up and glancing to the doctor.*\n\"What now, then? We follow?\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize turned around and looked towards kiyo he seemed like he was thinking for a moment as he glanced around the room for a moment, but then he decided on what he would do and spoke.*\n\"You can go down there with the rest ill stay up here and administer first aid to these thugs, and ill keep watch for any reinforcements because of all the noise i made. If i see anything ill alert everyone, now if you'll excuse me.\"\n*Aize walked over to the first thug with the slash and arrow injury and inspected his injuries and tried to figure out how to help him if it was a none lethal injury, although with how brutal everyone was he doubts it will be.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would walk his way down the stairs, not needing the extra confirmation from the others as he was already planning on heading down. The thugs stated that this person was down here, though he doubted the amount of truth they gave rather it was intentional or accidental from their injuries. Despite it, he continued heading down anyways, his grip around the hilt of his sword tightening and relaxing.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 1 Turn Remaining\nHerculean Strength - 1 Turn Remaining\n87.5/100 Mana Remaining```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"You're helpin' us...?\"\n*The first gangster mumbled confusedly, watching Aize through fluttering eyes. Kiyo sighed, waving his hand and wandering towards the stairs.*\n\"Come on down soon, doctor-*San.* The general will be expecting you.\"\n*He called, disappearing after a moment of watching the doctor.*\n\"Godamn weird folk... All this over one girl...\"\n*The second mumbled, coughing and sighing as well.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize faces towards the other two thugs and gestured to the other injured one who had received a broken ankle along with a stab wound.*\n\"Check on them and see if they are still alive if they are let me know and put pressure on their stab wound, i am gonna need a needle and thread so could one of you pass me your shirt, and see if you have a thin piece of metal to work as a needle along with a bottle of alcohol.\"\n*He turned back to the first thug that was he previously inspecting, he took up a sword which had been dropped previously and used it to cut the mans shirt off, he avoided moving the man at all costs as to avoided making the bleeding worse.*\n\"The wound didnt seem to puncture any vital organs or cut through your bone, it may havebeen cracked though but take some time to rest and you might live.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangsters did as they were told, the first one producing a small metal bottle and handing it to Aize.*\n\"Here, whisky. It ain't no moonshine, but it's strong enough for disinfectant, I think...\"\n*One of the more coherent gangsters checked on their comrade, deflating as they checked for a pulse and found nothing.*\n\"Ah... Wren's gone...\"\n*He murmured, the first gangster cursing and snarling.*\n\"What was that armour, paper? God...\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize held up the first thugs arms and pulled the damaged chainmail off of him after seeing his cut wouldnt be worsened to much by the movement. Even if the man was in alot of pain from the movement due to the cracked few ribs, aize then used the whiskey to disinfect his wound and used the shirt he had removed before as a make shift bandage.*\n\"If you wouldnt mind me asking why were you holding them prisoner, are you in such desprate need of money that you would resort to risking your life by holding someone hostage?\"\n*Aize handed the partially empty whiskey bottle to the first thug so he could drink to numb his pain, since aize didnt exactly have pain killing medication on him at the moment.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*He acquiesced to every painful movement, half-expecting to die on the spot, as spite from the Gods. His expression soured, not wanting to divulge too much to an enemy. But, he'd probably be dead without Aize, so he complied.*\n\"Its not about the money... The boss, he... Well, let's just say he has a personal reason for this. A certain connection...\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"I am sorry for the loss of your comrade, i may not have known him but i didnt intend for anyone to die. They just rushed in i had planned to simply incapacitate, but due to my failure to move fast enough they died so if you need help let me know and ill assist you.\"\n*Aize seemed to be being honest in the tone of his voice, not that the injured thug would care. But then aize realized he hadnt gotten their names, but now felt like a bad time to ask so he would leave that for later.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Eh... Watched a lot o' fellas die in this business. Wren was new, he knew what he was getting into.\"\n*He replied coldly, only barely hiding his sorrow - the second gangster closing Wren's eyes and muttering a low Shinto prayer.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"If you all would mind waiting here while i go downstairs ill come back and help you move him and bury him, but if you feel like you can move you may leave just dont bring anyone back here if possible. I feel like the ones downstairs would kill anyone you brought here, and i dont wanna see anyone else die today.\"\n*Aize started walking over to the downstairs area leaving the thugs alone to decide what they wanna do.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangsters had decided that, after this turn of events, they wouldn't get involved in the rest of this situation - both out of fear for their lives and out of respect for Aize.*\n`Due to Aize's actions, the alarm has not been raised. The group is still undetected`" } ]

[ { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The group had been skulking behind a corner, eyes trained on another pair of gangsters down the hallway. The staircase had lead straight down, ending in a poorly-lit cellar - the cold cut stone clearly forming a makeshift prison. Cells made from hardwood walls and metal bars lay before them, a narrow hallway for the guards to patrol I the middle. An argument had broken out between one of the gangsters and a prisoner, Nobuyasu recognising the voice and nodding in relief. He turned to the doctor, shaking his head and pointing to the gangsters.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize took a peek and then looked back at the samurai, he then gestured for them to stay put as he walked around the corner saying.*\n\"I shall go deal with this dont attack them unless im injured or the prisoner is gonna die alright?\"\n*He had already started walking up to the thugs not waiting for the samurais responses, it seems aize considers them to be incompetent too incompetent to make a strategy with. Aize wasnt exactly being sneaky or overly loud as he walked towards them, but it doesnt seem to matter to aize since his goal was to restrain them so they wouldnt be killed.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a small shrug as Aize walked on ahead in the room to where the thugs were, instead merely staying where he was as he held his crossbow readily in one hand.*\"Suit yourself.\"*He says, keeping his gaze on the other thugs. It seemed like Aize was going to try to take them on peacefully despite the goal in mind, though as long as the thugs weren't making trouble for him, it didn't matter much.*\n\n```92.5/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Suit yourself, indeed...\"\n*Nobuyasu would hum, his lips tightening at the brazenness of the man he hired. His eyes darted towards one of the corners, thinking he may have seen some movement, but there was nothing. Through a narrowed gaze, he watched Aize, Hanai readying herself to get involved if this situation turned sour.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Wh- Who the hell are you!? How'd you get past the front door?\"\n*One of the gangsters snapped as they noticed him, the second one giving whoever was in the cell a hearty kick - the sound of a woman grunting in pain following.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"My name is stephen aize and i shall give you a 3 choices right now, one you may surrender now and you will not be harmed, two i will restrain you and keep you alive if you choose to fight me, or three the rather large group behind me will come in and kill you if you keep fighting.\"\n*Aize then spoke quietly to the thugs so the samurai and terrel behind him wouldnt hear*\n\"Your friends upstairs have escaped i patched up their wounds, so if you would surrender that would be for the best for everyone.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took his attention off of Aize for the moment, finding himself more focused on the sound of someone getting knocked about in the cell. Seemed like the longer they take, the worst it might get for whoever it was in the cell, but Terrel simply waited it out while Aize tried to talk to the thugs. Whether or not it was actually the Captain in there who's suffering they were drawing out, he'll leave that on Aize or perhaps simply speed up the process if it was taking too long.*\n\n```95/100```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"What- We ain't listenin' to you for a damn second, get him!\"\n*The first gangster roared, the pair rushing at Aize, falchion's brandished. The woman in the cell coughed a few times, cursing in Oriental and muttering to herself. Another set of footsteps approached from behind Aize, Hanai crouching low at the sound.*\n\"There's another set, coming from behind. It's one of the mages from before!\"\n*She called to Aize, pointing to the barely visible outline rushing behind him.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize held open his arms and he rushed the thugs that came towards him holding the swords, and then he gave them both a hug to restrain them just completely ignoring the swords. Aize tried to restrain them and he then spoke*\n\"So be it then i guess we are going with option 2, i hope you dont push it to option 3 since i do not wish to see anyone die again on this day\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned his gaze in the direction that Hanai was pointing in, the faintest outline catching his eye. His finger ran itself along the crossbow, temptingly as he held it up and fire off a bolt towards the outline's lower torso. Aize may have wanted them to go peacefully, though Terrel wasn't planning on letting this draw out much longer.*\n\n```97.5/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The outline would flinch as the bolt continued to fly, clutching their side as a trickle of blood left them. They may have sustained a wound, but they did not slow, jumping upon Aize - her cloaking spell dissipating as she raised her blade.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize held the two thugs close and just let the woman hopping onto his back attack him without effort against it. Aize seemed like he was just a bit annoyed that they were throwing their lives away over nothing, but aize was just gonna try to save them still even if they wouldn't tryto save themselves.*\n\"Please dont struggle and just let me restrain you, if you do manage to escape i cant guarantee your safety, and you on my back please refrain from stabbing me\"\n*Aize was just giving her a reccomendation before she was just shot or stabbed by terrel, or one of the samurai*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well can't say he didn't try. Terrel lowered his crossbow, moving across the room at a steady pace as he fastened his crossbow back to his left side. His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword, drawing it out of its sheathe while he moved towards the group. His hand flashing a stark red coloring as he neared them, raising his sword to the woman leaping upon Aize. However, instead of going to stab her, he allowed his hand to turn the sword slightly as he would bring it down to hit her with the hilt of it.*\n\n```Empowered Strike: -2.5 Mana; +2.5 Mana Regen \n97.5/100 Mana Remaining```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The pair of gangsters would continue to struggle, but Aize was far stronger than either of them. The woman attempted a few slices at the back of his neck with her wakizashi - tutting loudly as the blade barely cut through. She leaped off of him, flying towards Terrel and attempting to tackle him - sustaining a cut across her shoulder as she drew close.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Follow them. Hanai, check the cell. Kiyo, Toki, help Terrel.\"\n*Nobuyasu barked his orders, his samurai nodding and moving swiftly. Hanai dodged past Aize, asking if he needed any help as she slowed by the cell entrance. The pair of samurai drew their katanas and readied to fight the cloaker woman. Nobuyasu strolled around all this, watching for anyone descending the staircase.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize restrained the men with a hug, he didnt try to harm them besides this though. And as hanai asked him if he needed her help he shook his head and said.*\n\"Please go assist your friend i will stay here and keep thse two held down, if she needs any medical assistance let me know and ill come help though.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took a step back, readjusting his hold on the sword as the women would suddenly leap off of Aize towards him. His body glowed a light blue shading as he would attempt step to the side out of the way of the woman's sudden lunge towards him.*\n\n```Psionic Speed: -15 Mana; +2.5 Mana Regen\n85/100 Mana Remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The woman would collapse into a roll, falling past Terrel and wheeling around to face him again - eyes darting between him and the samurai. The two gangsters continue to struggle, jamming their falchions into any section of Aize they thought would give.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Hanai nodded to him, quickly turning to the cell and attempting to pick the lock.*\n\"Are you alright, Kirosaki*-dono?\"*\n*...But the response was not what she was expecting. A young woman, clearly of the continent and not from the East, narrowed her eyes at Hanai.*\n\"Who... Oh, the Eastern girl? She was moved, the boss took her...\"\n*The woman replied draftily, breathing heavily as her bones rattled from the cold. While she was sufficiently fed, she had clearly experienced some sort of trauma. Hanai tutted, gesturing to the general.*\n\"She's not here, that bastard's got her.\"\n*She scowled, Nobuyasu nodding silently as he drove the hilt of his katana onto the chain - the blade glowing crimson as the chain shattered.*\n\"We shall return for this one, once we've found the Captain.\"\n*He explained, looking to the young woman for approval. She hesitated a moment, but nodded - a delayed freeing is better than none at all.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize sighed as the two kept trying to stab him, and he then started to squeeze them tightly just enough to cause pain but not enough to cause any real damage. Aize seemed a bit frustrated that these two would try swords, when several full power knife stabs couldnt do the job besides a few scratches.*\n\"Listen you two if you dont knock it off im going to break your fingers and lock you in a cell down here, i have given you so many chances so please this is your last chance to make it out of this without injury. So if you wouldnt mind would you please stop struggling?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned towards the women, circling her step by step as he held out his blade. He listened to the conversation behind him as they spoke about the Eastern Girl not being here to which he said with a sigh:*\n\n\"Well this was waste...\"*He kept his eyes on the woman in front of him, not trusting her to not attack him the moment his back was turned. Looks like they were back to square one with finding wherever this captain was. Not to mention having to put up with Gangsters in the room.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The pair growled once more, then fell limp as they gave up, the first one grumbling quietly.*\n\"This is stupid...\"\n\n*The woman would circle in return, wheeling her back towards the staircase before lunging once more at Terrel - her legs burning crimson as she burst forth, raising her blade behind her right shoulder as she gripped it with both hands.*\n`Burst Dash: -2.5 Mana; 42.5/50`" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The two samurai would move alongside Terrel, keeping distanced as their sword points directed at the mage. As she lunged, they would dart sideways to flank her, ready to dash in once she got close enough.*\n\n\"It is not entirely fruitless. We know where she is, and I doubt the captain would have let us leave without finding anyone else kept here...\"\n*Nobuyasu replied with a chuckle, drawing his own katana defensively.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize was finally relived to see they stopped fighting, and then he looked over at terrel and the samurai. He then turned in the direction of the battle and sighed, seeing the mages all fight was a bit frustrating. I mean why would anyone throw away their life by fighting terrel, esspecially after seeing that this group had taken down everyone else in the building that they've run across. But then he decided to look down at the two thugs that he had captured, he figured he might as well talk to them while he waited for everyone else to finish their fights.*\n\"If you two wouldnt mind me asking what are your names?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would quickly dash towards her, raising his blade to block the impending attack as the woman lunged at him.*\"This feels like the beginning of a wild goose chase if you ask me.\"*He says back to Nobuyasu while he continued to fight the mage.*\n\n```Psionic Speed: 4 Turns Remaining; 90/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"What's it to ya'? We're not telling you shit!\"\n*The first gansgster spat, still not resisting but not ready to be friendly with their enemies.*\n\n*The woman's blade clashed with Terrel's, attempting to wind and bind to the left, pushing at the outer edge of his blade.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Perhaps... But you will be compensated for your time, rest assured. Flank her.\"\n*Nobuyasu hummed a response, then barking his orders to the pair. The samurai darted forward, both drawing diagonal slices across the mage's back - leaving it shallow as to give Terrel the final say of her fate. The woman's armour was only ragged leather, and blood began to trickle from the cuts.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Well thats fair i suppose i just figured since you knew my name i might aswell learn yours, and i do apologize for the inconvenience of this raid on your dungeon. We'll be out of here as soon as we can be we are only searching for a prisoner, so once we find out where they are we will be going.\"\n*Aize was just making conversation with the thugs as he watched terrel and samurai fight that mage, it seems aize isnt too concerned about the fight since he thinks terrel could handle these people on his own if push came to shove, and if terrel couldnt then aize would step in.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would find himself having to tighten his hold on his blade while the woman tried to push it away from him. As the Samurai were ordered to flank her, soon drawing out the sharp cuts into her back, Terrel would deliver a swift kick to her stomach to knock her away from him.*\"Works for me then.\"*He says with a sadistic grin before bringing his blade back in a horizontal arc across the woman's torso.*\n\n\n```Psionic Speed: 3 Turns; 92.5/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Right, that woman...\"\n*He fell silent, wondering whether it was worth revealing more.*\n\"...The boss wants to see that samurai. Nobuyasu, is the name? Odanari clan. Hell if I know why...\"\n*He muttered, the second thug sighing as they gave up information in their compromising position.*\n\n*The mage buckled under the samurai's attacks, falling to one knee as she attempted to hold up her guard. Terrel's kick would unbalance her, pushing her onto her rear - the slice to the chest ending her struggle, the woman falling to the ground limp.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"That takes care of that. Doctor, why don't you get them to show us where the Captain is?\"\n*Toki asked as he flicked the blood and leather scraps from his katana, sheathing it in time with Kiyo. Nobuyasu put away his own blade, pondering their next move.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"We can get the information for that here in a few minutes, and you know i really do wish this could of gone down without anyone dying, did you two puncture any organs on that girl, or did you break their ribs? Cause if you didnt then im gonna have to go over there and do my best to patch her up.\"\n*He said to them as he let go of the two thugs he was holding before, he figured they wouldnt try anything seeing as how they are out numbered and outclassed. Aize walked over to the female mages body to check for a pulse and breathing.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If they didn't want to die they wouldn't have fought us in the first place.\"*He says, turning away from the woman and refocusing on the two thugs that Aize had released. His sword remained unsheathed for the time being, the blade glinting with blood from his former opponent as he watched the two of them.*\"We can always interrogate them with something more persuasive and if they don't want to talk, I guess we don't need them around anyways.\"*He says, referring to the two thugs.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 2 Turns\n95/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Aize would find a shallow pulse, the woman breathing raggedy as her eyes began to glass over. The gangsters stood around awkwardly, glaring at everyone one after another.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Nobuyasu made for the stairs, waving to his samurai to follow. Kiyo and Toki did as they were ordered, nodding to Hanai - who shrugged at Terrel.*\n\"Perhaps. But I'm not getting in his way.\"\n*She hummed, gesturing to Aize and darting for the stairs.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "Aize picked up the knives that she had used previously, he then used the knives to cut her leather armour and shirt off. He used then carved her shirt into strips of clothes and made a makeshift bandage, he had folded one strip several times til it was small enough to fit over the stab wound. He then put the small folded piece of linen shirt over her wound and then used another strip of linen shirt to put pressure and hold it all in place, this was all meant to stop the bleeding from her abdominal area. Aize then folded 3 of the close strips sort of like the first one he folded, except he made it large enough to go over the slash wound on her chest, and he then tied it onto her using yet another strip of linen from her shirt. Aize then pointed over to the two thugs he was holding before, or more specifically he pointed at their shirts.\n\"You two would you be so kind as to give me your shirts i need more bandages for the wounds on her, i just need to patch up her back and she should be fine and wont bleed out just yet. Once im done you can take her to receive better treatment from someone with more medical supplies once we have few questions answered.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The pair glanced at each other a moment, dumbfounded by Aize's sudden medic work, but acquiesced swiftly - if it was between maintaining some sort of dignity and saving the life of their comrade, they knew what came first. The first thug snarled, but sighed and shrugged.*\n\"Not many places he'd be. Either up in the main hall or round here. People bring him what he needs up there, so he only comes round here when he's bored.\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Interrogate them however you wish, my friends, but we must hasten - I fear the ringleader may be expecting me...\"\n*Nobuyasu called to the pair of adventurers, sweeping up the stairs with his samurai in tow. Hanai sat on the base of the stairs, waiting for the two as she polished her katana.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize takes one of the shirts and cuts it up and folds a few of the strips into 2 make shift bandages, he then lifts her body slightly so he can put the bandages underneath her, while doing this he also slid a fe of the strips under her back and the bandages. Aize set her down slowly leaving the ends of the linen strips hanging out from the left and right side of her, he takes these ends and ties to them putting pressure on the few wounds on her back and holding the bandages in place.*\n\"I have slowed the bleeding as much as i can and this should keep her alive for long enough to get her to a proper medical facility to receive treatment, and i do appreciate your cooperation because id prefer no one else got hurt here. Also when we eventually leave her be careful when you move her and try to keep her flat on her back so avoid bending her body, if she is bent to much the bandages might come off and the bleeding may be sped up.\"\n*Aize put the last remaining linen shirt which he hadnt cut up over the mages chest, he did this not only for the sake of decency for her body, but also cause she had list a bit of blood and would most likely be cold so the extra warmth wouldnt hurt. Aize then stood up and kept one of the knives just in case he needed it later to cut some more shirts to make bandages, and although he didnt particularly like knives and bladed weaponry he wasnt considering this to be a weapon and more just a tool to help people in need.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Anything else we should know about these two places?\"*He asks, loading a bolt into the crossbow as it sat at his side. He began making his way back to the base of the stairs, waiting on their response while Aize had finally stood up from the woman he was tending to. He was about ready to head back up, but decided to hear out whatever the thugs had left to say before they left them with their previously dying comrade.*\n\n```95/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Uh... Right, we'll get the gurney later...\"\n*The first gangster replied quickly, eyes snapping to Terrel as he loaded a crossbow bolt. Feeling very much defeated at this point, he simply told him what he wanted to know, scuffing his boots against the stone with a grumble.*\n\"The place here, there's a bigger cell through that door - the boss likes his... Amusements. Not nice stuff. He hasn't been in there today, though. The main hall is up on the second floor, down the corridor, third room on the left. At this point, he'll be waitin' for ya... Made enough o' a racket.\"\n*He threw one more snarl Terrel's way, kneeling beside their fallen mage and holding the top of her head maternally.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"In that case...\"\n*Hanai began, rising from the bottom step and glancing to Aize, nodding to Terrel and drawing her wakizashi once more.*\n\"We should go pay this guy a visit. He's caused enough trouble for us already.\"\n*Nobuyasu nodded as he stood near the top of the stairs, eyes scanning around for the second flight of stairs - spotting it by the right wall in the foyer they had entered through. The pair of samurai darted towards it, spying up the flight and calling it clear for now with a click of their tongues.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize nodded when he heard where they were going to be headed next, he then begans walking up the stairs to head to the boss. He knows terrel and the others would most likely kill him on sight if the captain was up there so he figured he'd head up and restrain him before sending him to jail, but aize knew that even if he restrained him there was a good chance the samurai would most likely kill him anyways. And then aize spoke before heading up the stairs.*\n\"I'll be heading up now so once you are finished down here please do catch up, but dont worry about me i should be fine since i doubt this man can harm me. But then again theres always a chance he could since nothing is ever guaranteed.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel simply turned away from the thugs, having the information he needed. He would walk up the flight of stairs, following the Samurai back to the top. He didn't much else to say, leaving them to their sulking over their injured comrade while the rest of them worked to find the Samurai's captain.*\n\n\"Thank you for your cooperation.\"*He had said before he he left the room to head up the stairs. His crossbow was already nicely loaded, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice while his blade remained unsheathed in his other hand.*\n\n```97.5/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangsters continued to nurse their fallen comrade, glancing to the group and sighing again, the feeling of defeat sinking even further into them.*\n\"The boss ain't like us. He'll kill ya' if he feels like doin' it.\"\n*He called to them for the last time, waving them away and shaking his head. In all honesty, he couldn't care what happened now, as long as no one else had to die.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Toki and Kiyo motioned to Terrel to follow as they darted up the stairs, scanning the corridor for enemies and clicking again once it was clear. Nobuyasu waited for the rest of his group, tapping the hilt of his katana.*\n\"I know not what this gang leader wants with me, but a direct meeting may end this swifter...\"\n*He commented as Hanai passed him, the mage nodding briefly before running up the stairs and wheeling round to hide behind one of the corners.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*As the group would clear the various rooms, they'd note how sparsely manned this place was, the leading samurai paying little mind to this during their routine of opening doors and rushing in to meet their blade to the neck of any inhabitants - finding only four gangsters in the third room to the right this way. The cohort were lounging by a decanter of a brown alcohol near the left wall, a couple of them smoking - to say the least, entirely caught off guard. The pair of samurai rushed towards them, katana glinting as they attempted to down the closest two.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize rushed into the room very soon after the two samurai, he didnt want them to attack them since not only did he not want them to be hurt he also didnt want anymore work. So he decided to speak up to stop them since there was no way he would be able to get there in time because these two were fast.*\n\"STOP THIS AT ONCE! THERE IS NO NEED TO KILL THESE MEN WHO WERENT EVEN ATTACKING US! JUST STAND DOWN!\"\n*He yelled with a loud and annoyed voice, he knew they were soldiers who killed people daily, but he was done with the needless killing. Sure aize didnt mind killing under certain circumstances, but if it was a cruel and pointless slaughter against unprepared and none threatening enemies then that, is what goes against his morals of pacifism.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel let out an internal sigh, watching the group once more at a debate throughout the majority of the mission. It was ridiculous to say the least, though instead of saying anything, Terrel would simply continue down the hall while the two samurai fought both the gangsters and Aize. It seemed like the gangsters weren't really doing much, leaving Terrel to believe he wouldn't need to assist much there. Instead he decided to investigate the room further for any sign of where their captain may be.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai paused in their advance, resting their blades on their shoulders and watching Aize with narrowed eyes. Hanai followed Terrel, equally tired of this exchange. Nobuyasu stood in-between the two splitting groups, keeping an eye on Aize and his samurai with mild amusement.*\n\"The element of surprise isn't your strong suit, eh Doctor*-san?\"*\n*Kiyo mumbled, tightening his lips and leaning against the wall; Toki watching the four gangsters carefully.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Two of the gangsters stood up properly, watching the exchange in mild shock. The other two, who were far more aware, bolted towards the group; brandishing their falchions and snarling.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize let out a sigh and walked towards the two brandishing weapons and reached out catching their swords, he seemed annoyed that they were giving the samurai a reason to attack. And he wasnt upset at the samurais comment on his lack of stealth as it was true, but he was still a bit annoyed.*\n\"Stealth isnt necessary for me because im trying to find the enemies and draw attention, and you two thugs let go of your swords and go sit down or im breaking your weapons and maybe your hands.\"\n*Aize spoke in a commanding tone, it seemed like he was just done with all this nonsense and pointless violence, so now he was going to stop people more aggressively to keep them alive. Even if they were hurt they would still be alive and could go get medical attention, and he thinks a few broken fingers is a far better fate then facing the two samurai, since those two would kill them without remorse.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would continue his way down the hall, soon taking notice of Hanai following after him. He allowed silence to ensue for a while with the sound of the others fading with whatever distance he managed to create between them so that he could focus on his job at hand without the distraction.*\"You reckon this boss will even show himself at this point?\"*He eventually asked with no luck of finding where the captain or boss could be.*\n\n\"I wouldn't be surprised if he just ran off with the captain after hearing us coming a mile away.\"*A possibility was a possibility, but whether or not they got the captain in the end, it would be a waste of his time coming out here just to not get paid in the end out of the simple fact of losing the captain with all the ruckus the others were creating. With the way the gangsters were talking about him, Terrel would had figured he'd show himself by now or perhaps he was smarter than that to which Terrel could respect in comparison to their currently split group.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"How about *You* Drop em, big guy...\"\n*One of the other two gangsters snarled, having been given enough time to nock a bolt onto his crossbow, raising the heavy thing to Aize's head. The second gangster spun a heavy chain slowly, the hooked end glinting malevolently each cycle. The gangsters that Aize had subdued froze, unsure of what to do now but not willing to make a rash decision.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai would grip their katanas tighter, gritting their teeth at the predicament. They blamed Aize for both taking away their element of surprise, as well as giving the enemy enough time to force a stalemate with his lecture. Toki grinded his teeth as he kept this to himself, the glare he gave Kiyo being communication enough.*\n\n\"Here, take a look at this.\"\n*Hanai drew closer to Terrel, leaning across his shoulder and producing a scrap of black cloth - ripped off one of the gangsters they had defeated, namely the first one; who gave it up easily. The scrap had a small white outline of a bird, a corvid of some sort, with its beak to the ground.*\n\"Know what bird that is?\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize turns his head towards the one who aimed a crossbow at his head, he seemed to recognize that as an actual threat so he was done playing around. Aize then suddenly let go of the two of thugs swords. He then looked at both of them.*\n\"You both are useless here, sit down out of the way or you may risk being hit by your friend over there.\"\n*As he says this he punches them both in the stomach to knock the wind out of them, he didnt use enough force to cause any lethal damage. To punch them he lowered himself in a tackle like movement, he was crouched to the height of the thugs abdomins to avoid a crossbow bolt, and after he punched them both he began running towards the crossbow men holding his arms in front of his face. It seemed aize was sick and tired of these thugs throwing away their lives, and it seemed they could only learn from pain so today he was going to be a teacher.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Pig Elf, stood silently for a moment as if trying to think it over.*\"No clue.\"*Terrel said simply, looking at the outline. As far as he knew, it could be the image of any bird of that stature which is to say the least, a lot.*\"Whatever it is, they forgot the main feature of the bird. That being the color, how else can anyone tell what it is?\"*He questioned in a humorous tone. It seems he didn't think much of the image for now. Of course he didn't know much about birds to be able to tell them apart from outline alone. Him remotely trying to guess would just be both a waste of time and potentially a dead end without anyone with true knowledge on the subject.*\"Maybe it's a symbol for something...\"*He says with a shrug.*\"Not sure to what though...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The pair of thugs would quickly crumple to the floor, groaning in pain as they recovered their breaths. While Aize might have been fast, the gangster had his sights trained for far too long, his aim dropping accordingly - the bolt loosening with a sickly whistle and streaking towards him. The second gangster threw his chain, attempting to loop the metal around Aize's arm.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Simply out of spite, Toki and Kiyo watched and waited for an outcome, planning to intervene if things got dicey - but for now, Aize was on his own.\n\nHanai giggled at Terrel's suggestion, nodding in agreement as she put the scrap away and explained herself - eyes darting along the corridor cautiously.*\n\"This is a jackdaw. Back when I was a corporal, my company were assigned to a region in South Odanar, and we came to blows with a group called the Jackdaw Syndicate. This is their symbol.\"\n\n*She set her eyes on Nobuyasu, who met her gaze and nodded to her - seemingly recognising what they were discussing. In truth, he was only providing some confidence, which was effective on the mage.*\n\n\"The general was a captain at the time, and lead an assault on their hideout. We slaughtered them in their dozens, but lots of them escaped. I'm certain this is about that.\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize ran towards them held his arm out in front of him to block the arrow and then used his other arm to let the chain wrap around it. He then ran towards the chain thug and kneed them in the stomach, he was avoiding putting to much force into it and was aiming to cause alot of pain, aize was defnitely pulling his punches so to speak to avoid causing any damage to their organs but it was still gonna hurt like hell. Aize then turned to the crossbow thug after he kneed the chain thug ready to go for them next.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So this is their revenge then?\"*Terrel questioned as Hanai explained their encounter with this strange syndicate. He had to admit, their ability to get back at them this way was admirable. After all, the Samurai attacked their group so it can only be expected that they do the same if not worst to them. However, Terrel was currently being paid to get their captain back with, what it seems to be now, any method possible. So it was the syndicate of some bird they were up against? What a strange animal to represent them, if anything Terrel would think a pig to be a much better option.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The chain gangster would also double over and drop his weapon, Aize being far too strong for him. The crossbow thug's eyes widened in shock as his bolt simply dented his skin - a gentle bruise forming over it - and dropped his weapon, backing away as he drew his shortsword.*\n\"Ah, god damn it...\"\n*He spat, dumbfounded by how easily the tides had turned against their favour by one man.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"I'm almost certain. Never caught any of the survivors names, but this is the closest coast from Odanar - makes sense they'd end up recovering here.\"\n*Hanai concluded, tapping her cheek again; her eyes darting to the room the rest of the group were in.*\n\"Think they're done in there yet? Sounds quite lively...\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize stood up straight and turned towards the thug that was previously holding a crossbow, he then unwrapped the chain from his arm and then started walking towards the thug and then put his hand on their shoulder.*\n\"By now im sure you know you cant win, even with your best efforts all you managed to do was bruise my arm so just drop the sword, I'll give you this chance to make it out unscathed but if you continue im knocking you out aswell, so just do me a favor help your friends out of the building and go meet up with your allies at the nearest hospital.\"\n*He said in a none intimidating tone he just wanted them to leave so they didnt have to be hurt, and he was sending them there so they could go help out the other thugs in case they were having trouble moving their friend to the hospital. Cause if they wee he figured that these thugs would run across them.*\n\"As for you three that ive hit you should be fine, i didnt use enough force to crush any of your organs or break any bones, so you should be fine in a few days afterthe bruise is gone. But i still reccomend you take 3 days off of your work just to be safe.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would turn his gaze back towards the room where the others were.*\"I'm sure they've gotten themselves into some sort of scuffle, but what else can you expect when you try to give mercy to people trying to kill us right now?\"*He said.*\"Would be nice if we can just get the the thugs to say where the boss is so we can go ahead and leave this place. Maybe whenever they're done fighting each other we can get more information from them.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangster gave a deep sigh, dropping his weapon and raising his hands slowly, the rest of them grumbling as they glared at Aize.\n\"Yeah, alright... This ain't goin' well...\"\n*He mumbled, the rest agreeing quietly.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai gave a sneer, strolling out of the room and joining Nobuyasu, who gave a light chuckle at the situation. Hanai nodded to Terrel, agreeing entirely.*\n\"I'm sure the doctor will get what he wants out of them. Seems to be good at making friends...\"\n*She said with a side-eye at her comrades, gathering from their annoyed looks that no one had died in there.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"Now i dont mean to be rude but id like to ask that one of you come with me to see your boss, we are currently just here to find him. So id like to ask that one of you volunteer to escort us there if you do Id be very greatful for the help, as for the rest of you who dont come you can stay or leave its up to you but id suggest leaving in case theres a fight and something catches fire.\"\n*He spoke calmly and politely seeming like he did care for their safety, but at the same time he was trying to just get the easiest way to find their boss and what bettee way then a guide. Even though we were given directions.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Done fighting already?\"*He asked in a joking tone as the others returned to join them. Terrel could already tell they seemed partially annoyed. However, there are more annoying things than not getting the chance to get ones' own revenge.*\"Any information of where the boss is?\"*Terrel would eventually ask them, trying to if they had any idea of where to look while they waited for Aize to return.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"I'll go. The boss wants to hear from me, anyway.\"\n*The crossbowman replied, the corners of his mouth jumping into a smile for a moment as he marched forward, the others sitting on the ground, utterly dejected.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Not much fighting done. The big guy takes care of it all, in his own 'special' way.\"\n*Toki replied, his voice drenched in sarcasm as he emphasised on 'special', Hanai and Kiyo giggling softly - Nobuyasu holding back his own laughter, watching the gangster file out like a prisoner.*\n\"I assume you will show us where your master is?\"\n*The general asked the thug, eyes ablaze from a mix of impatience and fury.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize followed the crossbow thug out of the room, he was inspexting the dent on his arm making sure it wasnt going to slow him down or cause any long term damage. After the inspection he turns to the thug and he says.*\n\"If you dont mind now just lead the way to your boss so we can finish this up with as little death as possible.\"\n*He seemed to wanna just get this over with since he was getting a bit tired of the insults he was hearing from the samurai, and the thugs that kept trying to fight when they had no chance leading to aize needing to patch them up.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The group followed the gangster as he led them to where they had been directed - the third door on the left. With a grunt, he would push the door open, bowing swiftly and jogging away to the side as he announced*\n\"Sir, I've brought the intruders. It's the general.\"\n*He was met by the files of gangsters around the sides of the hall, slapping his back and chortling at him. \n\nThe hall was large, but clearly two rooms combined, the wall jutting out awkwardly halfway down. A few wooden columns ran down its length on either side, a few dozen gangsters loitering in the space between them and the walls. At the far end of the room, a table and chair sat, the table covered with a heavy brown bearskin - the head sitting in the centre, glaring at the group.\n\n In the seat sat a middle-aged Oriental man, lounging in his seat and watching the company file in, one eye squinting from the paper-thin scar running across it. He spoke after a moment, his voice deep and gravelly.*\n\"*Subarashii,* Excellent... It is good to see you again, General.\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Nobuyasu narrowed his eyes at the man, his hand around the handle of his katana blade as the group moved further inside - keeping the door covered and not allowing the gangsters to block them. \n\nOn further inspection, the number of thugs in the room was hidden by the shadows, so they wouldn't be able to know how many there were for sure - but from the chuckling, they knew there were at least a couple dozen.*\n\n\"So you lead these vagabonds? I expect no more from a lowly criminal gang...\"\n*He spat with a chuckle, glaring around the room with a fury. They couldn't see the captain yet, though the samurai assumed she was being held somewhere in the hall.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize walked right on up to the bosses table without fear and seemingly paying no mind to gangsters, as he walked up to the desk he stared at the man and then put his hand on the bear skin on the table. He felt it for a moment admiring the quality and the cuts used to skin the bear, he armired it all and then he looked back up at the boss.*\n\"Excuse me i know that we are about to fight, but i just wanna ask where you got this beautiful bear skin here, the craftsmen ship is incredible. And id love to have one for my lab when i finally have it constructed.\"\n*He said a calm and polite tone, it seemed he wasnt to concerned with the bosses power or the men surrounding them in the slightest. No, aize was concerned with getting his hands on a bear skin rug. Aizes skin had small cracks in it that emitted and eerie red glow, and combined with aizes horns and monsterous skin, well.. To be frank he looked like a monster, and him being so brazen and unconcerned with everyone, it was almost as if he was trying to either intimidate everyone.. Or maybe he was just an idiot that liked the bear skin and didnt realize the danger.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took the time to gaze around the room, counting off each of the gangsters while Aize had walked up to talk to the boss. It seemed like he didn't take any chances with the amount that were in here. Probably wouldn't be smart to take them all on at once, but Terrel didn't mind the challenge. Gazing back towards the boss, he'd wait for Aize to finish talking before adding on in a bored tone:*\"You mind telling us where you're keeping the captain at? We've been looking around this place for ages now.\"\n\n*Though the chances of him simply telling them were slim, Terrel figured he'd might as well get that question answered before the Samurai tried to get their revenge. It seemed like most of the gangsters were joking amongst themselves, perhaps they found humor in this situation.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gang leader regarded Aize silently, his stony eyes travelling up and down his massive figure in scrutiny. He soon smiled a thin, wiry smile, running a hand across the pelt.*\n\"I can make it part of the deal, then... But only if the deal is accepted.\nYour questions will be answered soon enough, my Silvan friend. Captain Kirosaki is safe, I can assure you...\"\n*He stood up, strolling past Aize and towards Nobuyasu - the foremost gangsters raising their crossbows, some raising their hands and drawing forth idle flames. This is where most of the spellcasters had been...*\n\"I'm sure you know not my name... I was only a young man when that incident occured.\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The general stared into the gang leaders eyes coldly, his aura rivalling his own despite being shorter than Nobuyasu - a twinge of insanity in his calm smile.*\n\"The Jackdaws? My samurai there was present for their extermination, yes. If I recall correctly, I beheaded your ringleader and kicked the body down the cliff...\"\n*The general wore his own smile, a patronising, leering expression as he clicked his katana in its sheathe.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize stood by and let the boss walk past him without incident, sure he knew he and the others were now in great danger but, he thought it would be rude to interupt these two as they bantered for a moment, although he was still prepared for the fight it was just gonna be a bit longer til then. He then turned towards the nearest thug using a crossbow and he walked towards him none menacingly, he gave a friendly wave as he said.*\n\"Hello there good sir i would like to talk with you for a moment if you dont mind\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*'Seems we may be here for a while...' He thought to himself as he watched the boss walk over to the general, seeing the other gangsters hold up their weapons both crossbows and conflaragation spells. With Aize going off to talk to one of the crossbowmen, Terrel's gaze would drift over to the gangster that led them here originally before looking back towards the boss.*\"Can you answer the question before going on with this small reunion between you two at least.\"*He questions the boss. His mask carried the same blank expression as it usually did, however, he found his hand resting on the hilt of the sword for the time being. The gangsters' quarrel were with the Samurai for what they did way back then, something that wasn't really Terrel's job to come between.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The gangster would lower his crossbow a moment, the mages around him turning their hands towards him - a half-dozen fireballs pointed at Aize.*\n\"What's there to talk about, big guy?\"\n*The gangster would reply, his voice calm and low. Clearly he was a veteran of some sort, whether that was a criminal or military background was yet to be seen.*\n\n\"Such impatience... Fine, bring her out.\"\n*He snapped, turning his back on Nobuyasu and returning behind his desk, resting his elbows on the bearskin once more. A pair of thugs would shuffle out of a back room, cursing and jostling with someone in chains as they drew forth into the lit room.*\n\"Damn it, stop struggling! You haven't stopped since we found ya'!\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Let me go already, you bastards! I'll have all your heads on pikes, the Khan will blush at the torment I'll inflict on all of you!\"\n*A loud, strong female voice roared from between the gangsters, being revealed once they had been dragged into the light.*\n\n*A young woman, her clothes torn from days of resistance; with thick cloth wrappings around her chest and lower half that had only frayed slightly. She was muscular, far more well-built than even the general - Hanai feeling conscious of this and slipping into the shadows to hide her lithe form - with eyes like boiling caramel and a fierce snarl.*\n\n*Nobuyasu smiled for the first time this day, his eyes lighting up as he recognised her.*\n\"By the gods, there she is...\"\n*Taito recognised the voice in return, her head snapping up and grinning at the general - her eyes wavering and revealing her true feelings.*\n\"Took ya' long enough, Nobuyasu*-dono.* You brought friends?\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize stood in front of the crossbowman, he then leaned in and whispered in his ear.*\n\"Judging by how you talk and use your weapon you seem experienced in combat, so i wanna give you a warning now. Just take your men and leave please, ive already saved most of the thugs in here already, but im afraid with all these mages and crossbows my teammates will attack to kill, so im just asking for your own good just leave. If you dont leave out of a sense of loyalty to your boss then so be it, I'll try to keep you all alive.\"\n*As he said this he back away and then walked over to where terrel and the others were at, he then looked over towards the boss and said.*\n\"Are you going to burn this place down? Your men appear to be using fire magic in an enclosed space on a second story building, so instead of burning everyone alive including yourselves how about we just talk first and see if theres a none violent solution.\"\n*It seemed he was a bit upset that theae thugs and the boss were so suicidal that they would burn themselves alive, all just so they can kill this general and a few mercs. But he was still gonna try to make things work out without anymore bloodshed.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel turned towards the woman wrestling against her restraints as the other gangsters brought her in. Finally the person they've been looking for, at least now it's only a matter of getting her out of here with entirety of the gang members after them. How hard could it be?*\"Well that wasn't so hard was it.\"*Terrel said with a snort at the gang leader's annoyance of his impatience.*\"You two can go ahead and continue now.\"*Out of the corner of his eye caught sight of Hanai slipping back into the shadows, part of him suspecting of her planning to try something in the midst of it. Though he wasn't sure what with them being practically surrounded by walking candles. Maybe candles wasn't quite the word, pyromancers maybe.\n\nWith Aize warning them of everyone getting burned alive if they were to use their magic, Terrel internally figured that they probably had a plan for that. Some can withstand heat more than others even if they didn't all get out unscathed, he doubted the leaders cared so much as long as he got the revenge he sought.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The old gangster gave a soft, wily chuckle, impressed that the doctor had been able to pick up on that detail. He glanced to the thugs either side of him, a wide grin on all their faces.*\n\n\"Mercy ain't a word we hear often, mister. It ain't the Oriental way. I've been with the boss since he was a young lad, an' knew his father well. The general there...\"\n*He paused to point his crossbow at Nobuyasu, holding it in one hand like a longsword.*\n\"...Killed not only our old boss, but every member of our leadership. One. By. One. Most of us who escaped turned soft, ran for the mainland an' set up new syndicates. But not us. Ain't that right, Kiyoshi*-kun?\"*\n\n*The boss gave his own chuckle, scanning the room and rising to his feet, slamming his hands on the table.*\n\"Correct... Now, for the negotiation, hm? Here's my offer: I know you don't have the money, frankly I don't care. But, if you want the girl, all you have to do... Is give me Nobuyasu.\"\n\n*A crescendo of laughter erupted from the gangsters, Kiyoshi's smile turning sinister as he awaited their response.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The samurai would take a few moments to process what had just been offered, Nobuyasu's expression darkening as the others began to protest.*\n\n\"What!? As if we'd agree to that!\"\n*Kiyo barked, Toki and Hanai nodding sternly. Sure, they were outnumbered, but they weren't going to accept such outrageous terms. The general tapped his chin slowly, glancing to the pair of adventurers.*\n\"I shall leave it to our companions, then... We have a few options, but none of them easy to choose. Either we brute-force our way out, risking serious burns and crossbow wounds, we buy enough time for Taito to break free and subdue Kiyoshi, or... Give me up and walk away.\"" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "\"You know my answer already, boss! Give 'em hell!\"\n*Taito roared, tugging on one of her arms - the gangster clearly struggling to keep ahold of her despite the size difference.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "\"I can see all of you are respectable men willing to die in the line of duty, all to protect your boss here. So out of respect for this and because of my own moral code, im only gonna knock you out and potentially break your fingers. Its a shame about this building though, i was hoping to take it to repurpose it as a lab after the fight, but it appears its going to burn down.\"\n*Aize thought about all the pain he was about to endure, and he thought about all the pain he was going to cause. It wasnt going to be pretty or fun but as of right now he is going to have to take this seriously, he is going to have to cause actual wounds to these men to stop them.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well that would defeat the purpose of us coming all this way just to give up the general for the captain.\"*He began, looking at the boss from where he stood with the rest of the group. It seemed Aize was alright with taking them on even with the potential of the entire place coming down with it and Terrel was no different.*\"But if there's no other way...\"*Terrel reached down to grab his loaded crossbow, pointing it at the Boss.*\"I choose blood.\"*His body would glow a light blue soon followed by a darker ready as he used Psionic Speed in Herculean Strength. He would pull the trigger on the crossbow firing it off towards the boss without hesitation. They may have quite the battle on their hands, but Terrel didn't care so much as they can lower the amount of enemies they had on them.* \n\n```-30 Mana; 70/100 Remaining \nPsionic Speed - 6 Turns\nHerculean Strength - 6 Turns```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"If it is blood you desire, the so be it. Give them their payment, boys!\"\n*Kiyoshi barked, his smile twisting wider as the rest of the room roared, the dozen gangster firing off their weapons and throwing their flames - the older thug raising his crossbow to the ceiling and firing an impotent shot, winking at Aize and mumbling*\n\"Save 'em for me, big guy.\"\n\n*Most of the shots would miss, since they had been firing across from each other, striking by the feet or above the adventurer's heads - only two striking the group. After this, the crossbowmen would throw aside their weapons, drawing their falchions and charging indiscriminately. The mage's shots would not be aimed at any of them, instead at any wooden flooring or walls that could be ignited. Most were impotent, the flames quickly dying out on the wet, aged wood, but a few sprang to life in the furthest corner.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Kiyo would howl in pain as a bolt buried itself in his thigh, the samurai dropping to his knees - being hoisted up by Hanai and Toki attempting retribution as he met the thugs' blades with his own. Nobuyasu had drawn his own, deftly sidestepping one of the gangsters and watching him trip over, drawing his katana up to deflect another's.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Again, Taito would attempt to break free; easily detaching herself from one of the thugs who had been distracted by the fervour and knocking him unconscious with a swift kick to the throat. The second thug was not so unawares, pulling her into a half-nelson to subdue her temporarily.*" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*While the bolts would fall from Aize uselessly, the fireballs that were aimed at the group would smash into his side and back, searing his hard flesh. The two gangsters would crumple under his strikes, a couple of them rushing in and flanking his back - their legs flashing a vibrant red as they accelerated faster.*\n`Burst Dash - 1 Turn`\n*The three mages that Terrel charged would attempt to draw their own weapons - sets of clubs and maces - and defend themselves from his strikes, the flames stifled for now. One would fall from his slashes, another flanking his left and lunging at him with his mace, bringing it down on his shoulder.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Toki would struggle against two of the gangsters, quickly breaking the wind-and-bind with one and slashing upwards across his neck, meeting the second's blade with his own. Nobuyasu gave the deflected gangster a swift kick, stabbing the curved end of his katana into the leg of the downed thug. Hanai had propped Kiyo up by the door, stamping out the closest flames and drawing her own sword as one gangster stalked towards them.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Unfortunately for the thug, Taito was incredibly flexible - and he wasn't wearing a codpiece. After being disabled in the most effective manner, the gangster's grip would loosen on the captain and fall to the ground, groaning quietly as he curled up. Taito chuckled at him, shaking her head and brandishing her weapon with a roar and a grin.*\n\"Sorry, man. Wrong team. Now, who wants some!?\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize stopped for a moment and took a look at his side seeing he smoke and sizzling sound coming off of it, he then looked towards the nearest mages and grabbed one of the thugs he knocked out. He then started very quickly walking towards then mages seeming like he was incredibly angry now, this mage had just burned is skin which was gonna scar and hurt for weeks, so he was about to give this mage a permanent injury. If aizes face could make an expression it would most likely be rage.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With one falling under the attack from his blade, he would turn towards one of the other mages, trying to move out of the way of the mace so that his shoulder would at least not take the full blunt of the weapon. Though he may not be quick enough to avoid it completely, at least he can bear the weight of the pain for the time being even if it meant a bone or two would end up broken in the process. Being able to use his crossbow in this situation, however, was another story. Terrel would attempt to deliver a kick to the stomach of the mage flanking his left, while he kept his sword readily in his right to at least be able to defend himself from the third mage.*\n\n```Psionic Speed - 4 Turns\nHerculean Strength - 4 Turns\n75/100 Mana Remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The two mages behind the ones that had already fired at Aize stepped forward, firing their own bolts of fire at his face. One missed, the other searing his cheek as it whizzed past. Their expressions were maddened, unfazed by the anger they felt radiating from the doctor.\n\nTerrel would easily dodge the strike, the mage tumbling forwards, regaining his footing and returning by the side of his remaining ally. The second mage charged another fireball, the first one stepping in front of him to defend him while he prepared.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The general joined Toki's fight, dashing forwards and slashing the gangster's back while he was occupied, the thug crumpling to the floor from pain shock. The pair would rush the remaining mages, Nobuyasu keeping the gang leader in his sights - he did not plan to allow him an escape.*\n\n*Hanai splayed her fingers out, holding her hand close to her chest as it glowed a brilliant white, nine boot-knives manifesting between her fingers. She quickly ducked, the gangster startled by the light and her movement, giving her time to swing her hand in a vertical arc - the knives flying forwards and striking the gangster from the stomach to the neck. He fell to his knees, clutching his throat and slumping to the floor.*\n`Blade Fan: -10 Mana; 40/50`" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Taito had also rushed the last gangsters, having reached Kiyoshi first and pounding her katana edge into him, the gang leader meeting her with his own katana. The two would wind-and-bind for a moment, Taito finally breaking it by swinging around to the chair, jumping on top of it and pushing forward, causing Kiyoshi to stumble back into a defensive position.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The old gangster would be entirely passive at this point, dragging the injured gangsters he could get to and tending to their wounds with bandages and medicine he had in a saddle bag, watching the chaos with a bemused grimace. He didn't like this situation, but the appearance of the doctor may mean he could get out of this with less of his brothers dying than first expected.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*He tossed the person he had grabbed before towards the old gangster, and then he rushed towards the mages he was holding his arms in front of his face to block anymore firebolts, he was in alot of pain due to the burns. But adrenaline is a hell of a drug, he is focused on taking them down and as he gets close enough he begins punching them all in the chest aiming to crack their ribs to keep them down, they could live through that but it would certainly hurt for a few weeks. While he did consider using that thug he had before as a human shield, it went against what he stood for morally. So he decided to just toss him towards someone who could drag him to safety, and this may get him hurt even more. But he stands by his morals even if it means death.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A quiet huff would come from Terrel's nostrils as he turned to face the two mages. One standing in front of the other, however, Terrel didn't seem to mind much with them practically lining themselves up. He took notice of one of them charging up a fireball in preparation, meaning he'd either have to get both now or risk getting shot at and as resistant as he was to the heat, having to battle while on fire wasn't bound to end well. He dashed towards the mage in front with the very short distance they already had between them, his sword sparking in a red light as he swung at the mage.*\n\n```-2.5 Mana; Empowered Strike\nPsionic Speed: 3 Turns Remaining \nHerculean Strength: 3 Turns Remaining \n72.5/100 Mana Remaining```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Kiyoshi would easily fall under Aize's tackle, grunting angrily as he struggled against the beast of a man. The fire mages rushed Aize, driving their maces against his back and spine, attempting to remove him from their superior.\n\nTerrel's blade would be deflected by the mage's mace, having regained enough stability to defend himself. The second mage would quickly back away, circling around Terrel and Hanai in an attempt to flank them.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Hm. OK, no objections here.\"\n*Hanai would hum emotionlessly as she raised her katana and lunged at the second mage, driving the curved blade towards his chest. \n\nNobuyasu would finish off Kiyoshi's first guard, glowering at the remaining pair assaulting Aize and slowly stalking towards them. Toki would recover from his whiff, driving his edge into the mage's armpit, causing them to flinch away and crumple from the prior trauma.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*The captain would take a step back, her free hand resting on her hip as she flourished her a katana and smirked at the scene, entirely disappointed in Kiyoshi for going down so easily.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize grabbed the leader and was in the process of turning around as the mages charged at him with thier maces, as they did he slammed his arm in a swiping motion, into their weapons to knock them from their hands. After this he let out a very loud and angry sounding shout.*\n\n\"EVERYONE STOP NOW!!\"\n\n*After which he held the boss by his throat in front of everyone. But he made sure to keep an eye on those samurai, and if they made a move to kill him he would stop them. After the shout he continued.*\n\n\"This fight is over, your boss is captured most of your men are injured or gone. Give up now and spare yourselves the injuries, no one else has to die, but if you force their hands my allies here seem more then willing to cut you down. So please do the smart thing and walk away now, i dont wanna have to see more people die tonight.\"\n\n*After finishing he seemed a bit out of breath due to the long speech and the shout prior. It seemed aize was just tired of seeing people throw their lives away during this fight, and that he was tired of beiny burned. Aize seemed like he was getting angry, and god help whoever makes aize angry enough to fight for real.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With his sword deflecting off of the mace, he would readjust his grip on it and take a couple steps back from the mage to create a short gap between them. As Hanai focused on the second mage, Terrel would keep his attention on the first one. He kept his guard up, readying for an open opportunity for when he could strike the opposing the mage.\n\nSoon after he would hear Aize yelling out to them, the voice only being half heard from Terrel as he spoke. The Pig Elf kept his gaze locked on his opponent and with it, most of his focus. He had aimed to kill this person and by whatever means, he will look to it.*\n\n```Psionic Speed: 1 Turn Remaining\nHerculean Strength: 1 Turn Remaining\n77.5/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "*The old gangster would give a low, wizened chuckle, a bitter smile as he dragged the rest of his injured comrades to the wall.*\n\"Ah... Unless you break the last few's legs, they won't stop. 'specially Kiyoshi*-san.* Look at 'im.\"\n*He pointed to his boss, who began to laugh quietly, quickly rising into a mania as a wide grin gripped his face.*\n\"Either I die or Nobuyasu dies, you can't have neither!\"\n*He dropped his head to the side, glaring at Nobuyasu silently. The remaining gangsters would refuse Aize's demand, Terrel's quarry charging him recklessly with a voice-cracking roar. The second mage will have perished by now, Hanai's strike overwhelming the already hobbled man.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*Nobuyasu would meet Kiyoshi's gaze, eyes weakening at the pathetic state of the boy, then snapped up to meet Aize's glower.*\n\"I defer to you, good doctor. You know what my preferred outcome is, but I doubt you will be willing to carry it out...\"" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize lets go of the boss, after all of this time and seeing how the thugs acted and how the samurai acted. The thugs showed loyalty and caring for their comrades respect, and honor, while the samurai showed disrespect and rude behaviour, ruthlessness, and no honor. The samurai ruthlessly cut down defenceless men and insulted aizes pacifism. While the thugs actually seemed to value their comrades pulling them aside from the battle, and hauling them to a healer for medical treatment. Aize finally couldnt take it, he had tried to fool himself into blaming the thugs for being foolish and throwing away their lives, but in fact they were just loyal and served their boss to their final breath. With the final piece in play he decided to turn sides. And he made sure to announce this with another yell.*\n\n\"TERREL DONT HURT THE THUGS!! EITHER ATTACK THE SAMURAI OR STAY OUT OF THE WAY!! I'VE STOOD BY AND LET THESE SCOUNDRELS SLAUGHTER THESE WEAK AND BORDERLINE DEFENCELESS PEOPLE FOR FAR TOO LONG!! TO HELL WITH YOU REWARDS THIS ENDS NOW!!\"\n\n*And with that it seemed he was about to unleash quite a bit of pent up rage upon toki and nobuyasu who were right beside him, before attacking the rest. He knew his ally terrel may not join in on changing sides, but he hoped that he would at least not turn against him, aize may not have known terrel long but he did like him and considered him a friend, and he hoped he would have his back even if it made no sense to him.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Once more, Aize's words had seemed faint in the Elf's ears while his opponent charged him. His grip tightened on his sword as he would deliver a jab towards the area just below the man's sternum in an attempt to impale him. Terrel was only half-conscious of the other mage falling to Hanai's blades which could at least fill him with some certainty of not getting a blast of fire from behind. Maybe she had some skill yet.*\n\n```80/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Thugs? Rude...\"\n*The old gangster would mutter with a smirk, fairly certain that they doctor had suffered a mental break at this point. Kiyoshi dusted himself off as he stood up, brandishing his blade once more and charging Nobuyasu with a malicious snarl.\n\nTerrel would again easily dispatch his enemy, the skill gap once more leaving the gangster open. His blade would pierce his chest easily, the mage falling to his knees, the light fading from his eyes.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"...What exactly do you mean by that, doctor?\"\n*The general would ask slowly, glancing between his companions and Kiyoshi in mild confusion - his blade raising to meet the gangster's before he could elaborate. Toki glared at Aize with a fury, muttering under his breath*\n\"Of course you'd go turncoat...\"\n*Kiyo groaned loudly at the situation, his head lolling to the left as his eyes rolled right to left. Hanai, having now removed her blade from her quarry, edged closer to Terrel, prodding him with a low voice.*\n\"What the hell is going on now...?\"" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "\"Wh- So you're our enemy now!?\"\n*Taito snarled, raising her katana and growling at the doctor with disdain.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*He quickly bonked nobuyasu and toki on their heads with enough force to cause them to pass out, they would defnitely be waking up with a very bad headache later. As aize finished with those two he charged towards the terrel and grabbed the man he had just impaled, he tried ti stop him from removing his sword by grabbing his wrist and then taking the man and the sword away, but he failed to stop terrel and so he just dragged him towards the veteran thug, with terrels attention sufficiently grabbed and the man now in the veterans care aize spoke.*\n\n\"Terrel no more killing these men, and you cauterize his wound with a firespell, or keep pressure on it. He was stabbed right below his sternum meaning it could have punctured something vital, so if you cant sear it shut keep pressure.\"\n\n*Even during a fight such as this he took peoples lives into account, he wasnt gonna let another man die for no reason without trying to help. And to stop that he was going to have to take down these samurai, so aize was prepared and about to charge the samurai general to force all the samurai to either block his path and make it easier for him to fight or to take him down first if they didnt try that.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the man successfully impaled, Terrel would finally look up from his fight, taking notice of some dispute that seemed to be going on between the group. By this point, he would have already removed the blade from the man, holding it at his side as he watched the scene going on between Aize and the Samurai.\n\nWith Hanai inching over and asking him what on earth was going on, Terrel himself seemed to not have much of an answer. For such a simple task, Aize seemed to have gone back and forth so many times Terrel began to question if he even knew what was going on.*\"We had one job Aize... One job...\"*He said in exasperation as he rubbed at his temple with his free hand.\n\nWith Aize charging his way over to them and grabbing the man, seemingly reaching for his sword as well, Terrel would move his hand out of the way to keep it out of reach, saying:*\"Aize make up your mind, you attack the thugs, you're attacking the Samurai, and now you're trying to rid me of my weapon. If you're going to be so indecisive doing the one task we set out for, I could have just gone on my own.\"*His words sounded rather bland, but the last thing he was going to put up with right now is Aize suddenly switching sides for a job where it wasn't up to them to intervene with the two groups' quarrel in the first place.* \n\n```82.5/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*The pair of samurai would slump to the floor, Nobuyasu twitching slightly before falling limp. Hanai's eyes flared in rage, flourishing her katana and barking*\n\"Have you gone mad!?\"\n*Kiyo would stare with a thoughtless expression, watching the tide turn in such an insane way drawing any energy he had left away.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*The captain quickly circled around Aize, keeping her distance as she met back up with Hanai; taking her flank and flashing a glare at Terrel.*\n\"Whats your decision then, merc? You joining the big guy?\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"That'll be your job, son.\"\n*The old gangster ordered the remaining mage, who quickly produced a thin flame to cauterise the wound as they slowly removed the blade.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize charged at the two of the remaining samurai aiming to deliver quick and restrained blows to their guts, he wasnt puttong everything into the strikes to make sure he wouldnt hurt them too badly. And he also didnt wanna accidentally knock them backwards into terrel, or worse yet have them dodge so he hit terrel. Aize may have gone mad, or perhaphs he was just an untrustworthy guy, but aize didnt see it that way, no to him he was just defending the ones who seemed like they needed it. What kind of man would let these innocent people get slaughtered just for the sake of a pipe and some coins, aize was not an assassin nor a ruthless merc. Although his ally on the other hand was, and aize was hoping that he would forgive him after the fight was over for costing him some new armour money or a weapon, or whatever he was gonna ask for.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched as Aize charged around, knocking people out. He let out a tired sigh, soon sheathing his sword as it seemed like most of the fight was already over. As Kiro rushed her way over to them, asking which side he was on, he would look over at her, finally regarding her presence for the first time since they've been here fighting to get her back.*\"If by join him, you mean attacking you guys randomly, then no. Considering that the whole battle is over, I don't see why we simply can't go ahead and leave...\"\n\n*Seeing Aize charging over to the remaining Samurai, Terrel would attempt to quickly grab the Macen's arm, saying:*\"Aize enough, you're the only one still fighting here. We got who we came here for, just let them go.\"*Perhaps there was a smidge of care coming from Terrel or maybe the Pig Elf found the doctor running around fighting people to be more embarrassing than the whole argument they went through trying to get here in the first place. Aize seemed so set on switching sides and yet the bandits were ready to combust the whole place into flames for the sake of taking one of two people captive. Terrel couldn't see Aize's point of view of the situation, nor would he try to after the mess of a mission they went through. For now, he was mostly set on leaving this place. They had spent enough time in here for something that shouldn't have been as difficult as it was.*\n\n```85/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"Look, Aize. We've won. Taito's free, the enemy is defeated, we can go...\"\n*Hanai attempted to reason with the doctor, not sure what his reaction would be - raising her katana defensively and edging away from him.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Taito kept quiet, glaring at Aize and keeping an arm near Hanai to protect her if he charged. Her eyes wandered to her general, lying slumped on the floor - Kiyoshi taking his boot to his cheek and grinding it with a snarling laugh.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*After seeing everyone willing to stop so he stopped, he then nodded and stretched a bit since all that movement without stretching before had made his muscles a bit sore. Aize checked his injuries seeing all the burns and feeling some scratches on his shoulders, and bruises on his forearms. He then went over to the veteran and checked on all the thugs that had been dragged ouf of combat, he was checking their pulses and breathing along with inspecting their injuries. He skipped over the ones he had attacked to save time, and he prioritized the ones he knew had taken more lethal damage.*\n\n\"These men will most likely survive their injuries, just bring in a healer for the more severely injured ones since moving them may cause them to die. Id say the most time you got for the worst injured here is around 72 minutes, so you should probably send some men out to go find help soon.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Watching Aize walk off to tend to the other thugs, Terrel would turn away from him and look over towards the rest of the Samurai.*\"Guess it's time to head out then...\"*He'd say, inclining his head towards the way they had originally entered.*\"If you can carry your companion that is.\"*Terrel of course referred to the knocked out Samurai, seeing it more as an inconvenience, though of course this is what happens when he decides not to take his horse with him which was probably the better decision seeing what's happened here. He put away his crossbow, heading towards the doorway to wait while the other tended to their wounds.*\n\n```87.5/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"You two...\"\n*Hanai grumbled, flashing a venomous glare at Aize as she hoisted Nobuyasu onto her back, Taito doing the same with Toki. Kiyo would look to Terrel as he walked near, shrugging and pointing to his limp leg.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "\"Two decisions, big guy. Stay here, or come with us. I'll be giving you the reward, but it won't be what was promised.\"\n*Taito replied flatly, her expression bitter as she picked up her subordinate, looping his arms around her neck.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*He turned around over to taito, he already knew what he wanted and judging by what she said and how she acted, and given what just happened, he figured she was gonna have him executed or brutally tortured. And frankly he didnt feel like fighting an entire samurai army, so he did the only thing he thought would work. He took the reward he asked for to begin with, he walked over to the general search him for a moment and took his pipe. He didnt have his clothing at the moment so he couldnt put the pipe anywhere, but he'd hang on to it for later.*\n\n\"Oh its quite alright, i shall stay here to make sure these injured men get the treatment they need. You should do the same and get your people back to wherever you believe is safe, i do hope we can move past this little incident in the future. And have a lovely day once you leave.\"\n\n*He said in a friendly and polite tone, it seemed he was being genuine throughout all of what he said. He didnt seem to care about the money of this at all and was more interested in this little trinket, a little pipe that the general had and he wanted. He didnt feel bad about this since he had a strong disliking for those samurai, and he did his job and got them their friend back. So as far as he's concerned he just finished the job they asked him to do, maybe not in the way they liked but still finished none the less.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a light shrug in response to what both Kiro and Aize said.*\"Wasn't planning on staying long anyways...\"*The Pig Elf didn't make a move to help them carry the general as it wasn't really his job to when they were outside of combat anyways so he'd simply watch them work together on it for the time being. The Pig Elf had done his job, same reward or not he did await payment for it despite the general getting knocked out in the process.*\n\n\"I'll go get my horse...\"*He'd say finally, leaving the room and group behind with a sweep of his cloak. While the horse would make it easier for them to carry the general back, he mostly wanted to check and make sure his companion was doing alright. Besides, if a fight broke out between the two groups again at the very least he won't have to take part of it.* \n\n```90/100 Mana```" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Taito had half a mind to strike him there for stealing from her superior, but Hanai stopped her - recalling the conversation they had at the beginning of this task, much to her own dismay, and allowing it.*\n\"Fine, take it. It's the last thing you'll get from us...\"\n*The captain spat, returning one last snarl at Aize before moving towards the exit, sighing and supporting Kiyo on his good leg.*" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Well, sir... The young man isn't well anymore, it seems. I think that leaves this to me...\"\n*The old veteran sighed, heaving to his feet with the support of the most well gangsters. He flashed a weak smile at Aize as he approached, pulling Kiyoshi off the floor - the boss' expression glassy from the trauma. The veteran again smiled weakly, setting him down on the table and letting him sit.*\n\"Right... I appreciate what you've done for my boys, 's much as you hurt a few o' them... I hate all this conflict from the Orient, I'll be honest. 's the reason I left. Most o' the zealots in our ranks are dead after that, so at least it won't happen again soon...\"\n*He chuckled, scratching his cheek as he thought a moment. With the death of their leader years ago, the succession of power fell to Kiyoshi; but he had never lead the gangsters like his father had. The old veteran grimaced, knowing that his seniority would put him in charge.*\n\"Not sure what to give you, chief. Take what you want, I guess. If there's anything we can do for ya', this sect of the Jackdaws will help you out.\"" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "*As the remaining samurai hobbled back to the guild, Terrel nearby atop his horse, Hanai would eventually speak up, her tone low and dejected.*\n\"...Well, we achieved our goal. Whatever Aize did, he ended up letting us go, despite what he did to our comrades. We'll head straight for our vessel, and your rewards will be handed to you... Ah. Here. Nobuyasu*-dono* Would have given you this but... Well...\"\n*She trailed off as she produced from her cloth an eastern sword, small and curved, with a peculiar emblem engraved onto it - the Odanari Clan insignia. Hanai offered it to Terrel, promising more useful rewards once they returned to the ship.*\n\n*At the place where Nobuyasu had fallen unconscious, Aize and his new companions would find a similar blade, dusty from it's deliberate fall out the general's clothing.*" }, { "author": "Stephen Aize", "message": "*Aize took the bear skin off of the desk of their bosses table, he folded it up neatly and held it over one of his arms. He then pointed to the injured men as he spoke.*\n\n\"Get them to a healer as soon as possible, i tried to save as many as i could and the rest of your men should be at one already. I am terribly sorry i couldnt save them all and about the injuries i gave the ones here, but if you can get the ones in critical condition there quick enough they may live. If i had my equipment on me i would offer to treat them, but im afraid i dont even have that. I shall take my leave now but if you ever need my assistance you can always ask.\"\n\n*And with the bear skin and the pipe in hand, aize waved goodbye to those men and took his leave to reunite with his comrade outside of the building, and to collect his clothing which he had left out there.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gazed at the sword for a while as she held it out, taking notice of the curved blade and emblem to make it stand out from some others.*\"Nice.\"*He would say, eventually taking the sword from the hilt and holding it up slightly to get a feel for it. Terrel wasn't accustomed to fighting with a sword like this, however, he could admit it would be a nice to thing to hang up. Metaphorically speaking anyways. Nevertheless he would hold onto it for the time being until then. \n\nThe Pig Elf looked back to the group of samurai from where he sat atop his horse, eventually saying:*\"You wouldn't happen to know where I can get armor similar that would you? Custom made of course for something more fitting.\"*The Pig Elf gave a grin, a more calming mood now that they had left the place behind. He turned the sword over to its side as he stared at his pig-faced reflection in it.*\"I think it's about time for an upgrade.\"\n\n```92.5/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "Shimazu Oira", "message": "*The old gangster nodded to Aize, watching as he left with a relieved smirk - relieved that this had ended with less bloodshed than he was expecting. He quickly spotted the glinting wakizashi, picking it up and examining it; recognising the Insignia and chuckling to himself.*\n\"The Golden Khan would always take the enemy's weapon for his own...\"\n*He mumbled, clicking the piece to his belt and barking orders out to the remaining well gangsters, helping them out with their tasks. At the very least, Aize would have the allegiance of this disparate band of criminals in the future.*" }, { "author": "Odanari Nobuyasu", "message": "\"This sort? Not sure about round here, but I'll send for one to be found. Check the local guild from time to time, they'll have an artisan to send you to at some point...\"\n*Hanai figured with a shrug, finding a bitter solace that Terrel wasn't stewing over the conclusion of their task like they were.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "\"I'll make a promise here, Elf. You'll be compensated for your loyalty in full one day, I'll make sure of it.\"\n*Taito offered her hand to him, a grim smile on her lips as Kiyo grimaced alongside her, resting on her shoulder.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took Taito's hand in his, offering an uncommon yet firm handshake.*\"I'll hold you up on that promise then.\"*The Pig Elf responded with a grin before eventually moving his hand away to grab the reigns of his horse. With that thought on his mind, he found himself riding more Lax on his horse as he usually tended to do. For now it was a simple trip to their ship to gain his rewards.* \n\n```95/100 Mana```" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "*Terrel would soon be given his reward, Hanai and Taito silently bowing to him as their soldiers carried away the wounded and unconscious. Nobuyasu would soon rise again, bowing low and thanking him deeply for his service. Aize had taken his reward, along with the admiration of ruffians all across the Irtutian port town.*\n\n`Quest Rewards`\n*Aize:\n- 10 Gold\n- 4 UP\n- x1 Pelt: Bear\n- x1 Smoking Pipe\n- Companion Get! Jackdaws\n\nTerrel:\n- 10 Gold\n- 4 UP\n- x1 'Odanari Wakizashi'\n- Info Get! Oriental Armour Artisan*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*The striking of steel, the hauling of crates, the rabble of labour... All familiar sounds to the once-dedicated soldier as she entered the small port town, canine ears flicking attentively at every sound. \nThough this was not the sounds of military, the activity calmed her nonetheless. Ikehara had been journeying from her home for a couple weeks now, her only quarrels being with petty bandits that attempted to take what little she had opted to carry. The scarcity of bolts in her quiver explained how those encounters ended, but she was in need of a resupply - and a decent bed for once. \nHer horse, while not raised for war like she was used to riding, was a hardy enough beast, but even it began to tire. The sharp scent of raw fish and other seafood met her nose and ignited her hunger further, her eyes immediately scanning around for a tavern of some sort. These little towns usually had at least one.*\n**\"Alas, there is nothing spare for tack shops down this route... Mayhaps I will find them closer to port.\"**\n*She'd mumble to herself, letting her Runran slip in her mild exhaustion. A few odd looks, but no real reaction to her bizarre speech was summoned yet.*" }, { "author": "one_man_", "message": "Am I supposed to create a Tupper , I think I did, Lemme check and I'll reply shortly after" }, { "author": "Arun Urizana", "message": "*A lone stranger, stranded, in the north. It's been days since he made it here. He was thankful for that. Two weeks trudging in between forests and deserts was far from the lost entertaining of activities.\nThe battles were long, hard and utterly boring- life threatening too. At least he survived it. Thoughts about his adventure constantly surface and he was not amused. His mind was hellbent on humiliating him. Couldn't it just let him think in peace. There was so much more he could think about, or do.\nThe stench of fish and rotting fruits and vegetables clawed the depths of his nose. The musky salty scent woven into it made it far worse than it should have been. The grunts and laboured breathing of the common breaking themselves for some coin grated against his ears. *A chitter here and a chatter there.* Voices strung together in a cacophony of knots, whirled around him.\n\nA saving grace, found in hisost helpless moment, came in the form of *Words\" He never thought he'd hear here. Whispers. In Runran.\n**\"Alas, there is nothing spare for tack shops down this route... Mayhaps I will find them closer to port.\"**\nEnergy returned to him as if some god gave him blessings. He'd spent so many nights here alone, now he'd heard something familiar. He snapped his head to the voice and saw a femine figure, riding a horse. He whipped the reins of his horse, jolting it into a faster trot.\n\"Hello! There,\" Runran rushed out his mouth. \nIn his excitement he'd forgotten to think about his following words.*" }, { "author": "Ikehara Nhealif", "message": "*The familiar sharpness of her mother tongue cut through the heavy sea of local dialect even without her enhanced senses, Ikehara's ears twitching in renewed alertness. She turned on her heel, her crossbow leaving its hook on her hip and held at ease - not everyone in her company had been amicable at the news of her journeying.*\n**\"Who art thou, who speaks the Run-folk tongue?\"**\n*She'd ask to no one in particular, still unable to locate who had called out to her. Despite the crowd was mostly sailors, their origins and backgrounds varied far too much to pinpoint any Oriates who may be the source... She flicked her ponytail and focused, waiting for the stranger to reveal themselves - not having noticed the horsebound fellow quite yet.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stood facing the light of the campfire, her eyes squinting at the writing on a sheet of paper as she used her only source of visibility within the dark bamboo forest she had traveled through. She had been staying out here for some time, deciding to make it her home for the night while visiting the city in the day. Prey here was scarce, leaving her to have to live off of what supplies she could gather from the marketplace with her limited cooking knowledge.*\"...And... She said to add seasoning to it...\"*Juna said aloud as she read the paper, reciting the words of a friend that once attempted teaching her how to cook. The Canifor added in a reddish colored powder to a pot that sat boiling over the fire, soon taking a seat as she did.*\"Hopefully that's the right one...\"*She uttered. At her sides, an Airstrider and Jackal dozed the night away, only half conscious to the words of their owner. Seems like it was just them for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*In the distance, Ivy was hopping from bamboo stalk to bamboo stalk. Her religious charms on her kitsune mask swaying in the breeze. She was using this method as it seemed to usually be the fastest way of travel. She was hoping to leave Runra soon as her knowledge of necromancy didn't seem to have much more to pull from here. Stopping for a moment she took a breather. In the distance she could pick up the smells of food and her stomach rumbled.* \"Ugh... Not now...\" *She was hoping to make it to the bay where she could possibly catch some fish to eat... It was quite a ways yet.* \"Maybe they would be willing to share...\" *She almost started laughing at her comment.* \"Okay well maybe I can make them share...\" *She began to head in that direction, being fueled by her need for food. As she got closer she dropped to the ground, hoping it might make her seem less threatening and began to head towards the light.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears shifted in the direction Ivy was coming from, causing her to look over towards her. Perhaps it was of surprise at finding someone out here at night that made her suddenly gasp or even a slight notion of fear. Her hand lowered down to her staff that sat flat on the grass, keeping it at the ready just in case as she tried to remind herself that not everyone was out to get her. Her Jackal glanced up at the sudden sound, looking over towards the woman and letting out a growl of warning at her. Juna allowed some silence to pass between them, making note of her keeping close to the ground.*\"Who... Are you...?\"*She eventually uttered in a quiet tone. Her ears lowered flat on her head as she asked, whether from timidity or mild aggression it could have been either with her keeping a hold of her weapon.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She smiled a bit, she told herself it was to seem friendly but she honestly wasn't sure. Moving to a more defensive stance she continued to move towards them. Her black tipped hands out in front of her.* \"My names Ivy, I smelled the food and got curious. I didn't mean to startle you.\" *She hoped the name wouldn't be one the Canifor knew... She didn't exactly have a great reputation as of late.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna took a short pause, allowing her ears to perk up a bit at the introduction. Just someone curious about the food it seemed. Hopefully it smelled fine from a distance.*\"...It's... Nice to meet you Ivy...\"*She said sheepishly.*\"I'm... Juna...\"*It took a short while before the Canifor had removed her hand from her staff, instead using it to give her Jackal a light pat on the head.*\"...Are... You hungry...?\"*She asked the woman.*\"Sorry I... I don't believe I'm the best cook...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She relaxed as Juna relaxed. Now walking more calmly towards them she was sure to stay out of the jackals way. It didn't seem too keen on her.* \"I am... I wasn't sure if you'd offer.\" *She sat down on the other side of the fire and smiled as kindly as she could at Juna.* \"I don't mind if it's poor cooking... Or rather I don't think my stomach does right now..\" *She looked at her stomach with a slight snarl.* \"I didn't think I'd be hungry so soon...\" *She took a moment just staring at her stomach before speaking again. Supposing small talk would be good since she was offering her food.* \"What are you doing out here? I'm heading towards the bay... I'm hoping to set sail to Silnarian.\" *She looked the other girl in the eyes through her mask. Her blue eyes prominent against the white.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It... Should be done soon... I...Think anyways...\"*She said, watching the water gradually vanish from the pot. Hopefully the food from the marketplace was as good as the food she used to hunt out in Salvainia's forests. Hearing that Ivy was heading towards the bay to set sail to Silnaria, Juna's gaze soon lowered. There were harsh memories of that place, things she could have avoided had she not been so desperate the one winter, now it's just a tainted moment in the back of her mind. She was lost in thought for a while, almost to the point where she didn't realize Ivy had asked her a question alongside it.*\"I uh... Well... I was kind of...\"*Juna paused, wondering if it was worth giving this woman the true story for her presence out here or if she would just be deemed crazy. She supposed she's had worst to which, after a deep breath, she finally said:*\"Looking... For spirits... I...Kind of thought some would be around... At night at the very least...\"*Juna murmured the last part under her breath. Each failed attempt of finding what she was looking for out here only caused her to question her own sanity more.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*As she finished talking she chuckled which slowly turned into full blown laughter. Anyone hearing it would think it was coming from someone who was insane. Slapping her knee she responded* \"And I was nervous to tell you!\" *She smiled* \"I'm actually practicing necromancy... What kind of spirit are you looking for then?\" *Her whole aura seemed to shift to someone else. Not necessarily creepy but strange.*\n\n*Her blackened hands seemed to have a black steam coming off of them, and she was excited. The steam looked cold however like dry ice.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The laughter seemed to catch Juna off guard, almost reminding her of a harsh cackle of sorts that was enough to cause her to inch away from the woman slightly. Only when she mentioned practicing necromancy could Juna look back at her. She gave a perplexed look towards Ivy, a look that could have been noted as pure confusion.*\"..Necro... Mancy...?\"*She asked as if the word was foreign to her. If not for the black steam exiting the woman's hands, it wouldn't have occurred to Juna that she meant to use magic of sorts. At least she figured that's where Ivy was going. It was a wonder of what she was so excited for, maybe that's what had Juna the most confused in the sudden shift in aura.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She put her hands down a bit, also perplexed. Shaking it off she explained.* \"Necromancy is magic with the dead... Spirits if you will. I can usually sense if a wandering soul is nearby.\" *She grinned her sharp canines in view.* \"So I could help with the spirit thing... Especially since you'll be feeding me... And if you don't mind me asking... Why do you need a spirit?\" *The steam on her hands seemed to have ceased for now.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It's... It's not that I need a spirit...\"*She murmured, relaxing a bit more as the woman finally lowered her hands.*\"I... Think it might need me... Maybe...\"*The Canifor seemed a little confused to the idea herself.*\"It's just... I feel like they've been following me for... Some time now... But I don't know why...\"*She let out a quiet sigh, glancing back towards the food.*\"I figured I've just been imagining things though... I haven't been having the best of times when I first started seeing them...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She sat back down and nodded.* \"Seems you aren't too comfortable with this situation...\" *She looked off into the distance for a moment before turning back.* \"Do you feel them now?\" *Her eyes blackened and she looked around curiously. \"If so I could at least see them and their tether... I unfortunately can't talk to them yet..\" *She looked back at Juna, her eyes black and empty.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna drew her legs closer to her.*\"Sometimes... I think anyways...\"*She answered.*\"Like... Something is watching me... It feels ominous but... Comforting in a way...\"*The Canifor seemed a bit confused by her own thoughts of it, a mix of feelings towards what this presence could mean. She couldn't see the spirit now, naught as the lone form of dark, transparent wolf sat hidden amongst the shadows of the firelight. Some things were beyond her own view.*\"Maybe... I just imagine it...?\"*She asked.*\"It's... Been like this for some time now... But... I think it's better than how it was before...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Her eyes returned to normal and she nodded.* \"The mind can do wild things...\" *She curled into herself for a bit and watched the fire. The sizzling and smell of the food was making her all the more hungry.* \"Then again... It could just be beyond my view... Entities can be powerful..\" *She looked up at Juna.* \"Did you try and do any sort of necromancy at any point? Or rather is there a reason why something may be following you?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I don't... Know any necromancy...\"*She uttered, part of her wondering if she should tell Ivy the whole story. After sitting in silence for a while, she figured she could at least give some information if the woman truly could help her. Juna didn't feel anything hostile about her spirit. Maybe this was a good sign.*\"I haven't been able to use any magic for a while... I used to... Have these spiritual wolves that always protected me and helped me in a fight but... They vanished one day and so did the rest of my magic...\"*Juna's ears lowered on her head in memory of it. Things only seemed to have gone further downhill since then before she attempted to escape it all.*\"I saw wolves everywhere for... A while but... They were bad wolves... Nothing like the spirit wolves that used to help me...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She looked at this women in curiosity now.* \"Your magic is just... Gone?\" *She had a small frown.* \"I'm sorry that happened... I can't even imagine..\" *She herself uses magic as an excuse to get away. Her demonic scar was only getting stronger and she didn't want people back home knowing her as the monster she is sure to become.* \"I hope your wolves come back...\" *She looked distraught... Sad.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I hope so too...\"*She murmured, falling silent again. The presence hadn't yet left her, growing warmer and warmer until it felt like something pressing up against her back only to vanish soon after. She eventually looked up, coming to notice that the food was still cooking while they were talking.*\"I think it might be ready...\"*Juna murmured, standing up and moving the pot away from the fire. As she sniffed a bit, Juna found herself flinching at the smell.*\"And maybe a little bit overdone.\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She looked up and chuckled a tiny bit.* \"You weren't lying about struggling to cook.\" *She had a light smile on her face now. As her stomach grumbled again in anticipation she placed her hand there as to quiet it. Her three black and red tails now swayed as she watched her handle the food.*\n\n*A light breeze came through and the bamboo swayed. All clanking together it sounded somewhat like a musical instrument.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna silently poured the stew into two individual bowls, hoping it at least tasted similar to how her friend made it. She wasn't expecting someone else to be out here to try it and the thought of it tasting as bad as she worried it did hurt to think too deeply about. Juna held one of the bowls out to Ivy, keeping her own to herself as she wrapped her tail neatly around her, more so for security against the breeze while she stared down at the liquid in the bowl she held.*\"Its not the only thing I struggle with I'm afraid...\"*She said in response.*\"Visiting the marketplace is just as hard for me.\"*Her shoulders slumped a bit in a light shrug before finally drinking the liquid. Her face cringed at the taste at first, though over time her hunger began to care less and less about it overall as she drank away at it.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Holding onto her bowl she smiled.* \"Thanks for the food...\" *Her stomach loudly growled.* \"My stomach thanks you.\" *Sipping the liquid she ignored the weird taste and let it go down. Her stomach quieted and she bit into a piece of meat. She lifted the bowl to allow herself to chew. A bird of some kind could be heard in the distance and her ears turned towards the sound for a moment before they lay flat as she drank the stew once again. Her tails swung back and forth happily.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*There was sort of taste of venison within the stew. Perhaps that was what the light chunks of meat were. Juna's friend had always cooked it when she was over and thinking about it, Juna found herself giving a gentle sigh upon finish her own bowl full.*\"Did... Did you like it...?\"*The Canifor decided to ask.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Finishing it up and chewing the last piece of meat she smiled. Swallowing she thought how best to respond..* \"Seasoning wasn't my favorite but it was a needed nourishment... Did you still get enough food?\" *She handed back her bowl.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*The bear let out an angry groan of sorts as Ivy got to its upper back. She looked around, seeing the wound. Should she stab it there and make the pain worse or... Before she could think much more the beast began to fall backwards, trying to squash her. She stabbed the bear in the back and used that to push herself off and jump out of the way. She didn't land gracefully though, crashing onto her back. The wind getting knocked out of her she let out a 'oof' sound. The panda bear meanwhile cried out as the dagger sunk deeper in. Ivy tried to push herself backwards with her legs, but she wasn't very successful as she was still recovering from the fall. The panda bear began to try and swing towards her, getting quite close as she desperately tried to move back.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Leave her alone!\"*Juna yelped at the Panda, readjusting her hold on her staff and swatting the bear across its muzzle with it. There were times like these where she wished she was better prepared, but she could only really hoped that angry animal would leave them be. Surely it was just whatever this Kepen disease was that was making it act this way. Her ears shifted back at the sound of her bird squawking, turning her head in time to see Juniper run off into the dark forest. No! She wanted to yell to the young bird. Who knew what predators were around here? Conflicted in staying or running off after her, Juna turned towards her Jackal. Jace growled at the Panda, nipping at its side whenever he could find an opening.*\"Get her Jace!\"*Juna said to the jackal. Jace looked at the Canifor in hearing his name, seemingly confused. Juna gestured out in the direction that Juniper ran in.*\"Go! Find her!\"*There was probably only two words he understood out of that command, but nevertheless, he eventually turned and retreated out into the woods in similar direction to where Juniper ran in.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*The panda bear groaned again as Juna hit their muzzle and began to pound the ground, shaking the earth with it. Ivy began to try and get on her feet but fell back down as the earth shook. She growled of sorts and got out her dart gun. Taking a breath in she shot a dart into the pandas injured side. It seemingly growled as the dart hit. The poison wouldn't do much at all but slightly numb the pain in the pandas side, she hoped it would maybe help it calm down. Getting up she held her hands out in front of her and slowly backed up as the panda looked at both of them, still angry but confused on why it was in less pain.* \"Go! Go away!!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna wasn't sure what had happened in the split moment her attention was captured by her companions. She soon turned back around, taking a a few steps away from the bear and copying similar to what Ivy was doing. She held her staff more defensively in front of her, though she could sense the aggression partially fading.*\"Please go.\"*She murmured alongside Ivy, knowing the bear probably didn't understand them. Juna wished she had that gift like other people did.*\"We're don't want to fight you.\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*The panda bear swatted the dart out and began to try and swing at its back to get the dagger out. Ivy watched in dismay, knowing she'd probably have to help the beast for it to go. Frowning she began to walk towards it, keeping her hands out. The bear watched her but kept swatting at the dagger.* \"I'm going to do something stupid!!\" *She ran towards the bear and grabbed the dagger out, while simultaneously letting a small burst of fire onto the wound. The bear groaned and swatted at her, pushing her hard into some bamboo. Once again the wind was knocked out of her and she groaned. The beast then stood on its two back legs and let out a loud call and began to move into the forest but it didn't leave before it left a nice big pile of poop in camp. (Lol) As Ivy untangled herself from the bamboo she looked at the poop in dismay.* \"Greattt..\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna froze for a short moment as Ivy retrieved the dagger only for the panda to raise up on its hind legs. Even the single swipe was enough force to cause the thin, yet hard stalk of bamboo to quiver at Ivy's impact. Juna could only imagine what it could do at full force. The tense moment seemed to drag on forever in her eyes, but soon enough the bear had walked off and with it, Juna's arms grew more lax despite the little gift it left behind. Was that the beast they had warned her about? A bear of black and white? Only now did she notice her heart thrumming in her chest from the encounter, though that wasn't important for now. She glanced over towards Ivy, asking:*\"Are you okay...?\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She grunted as she got up, looking pretty peeved.* \"Just bruised... I don't know why I did that... Pretty stupid...\" *She cleaned the dagger off on a nearby bamboo stalk and put it away and went to grab the dart the panda had thrown off. It's needle was broken however so it was worthless. She sighed and threw it back on the ground.* \"Damn that Panda...\" *Scrunching her nose the smell of the poop filled the air.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Pan... Da...?\"*She questioned in a tone of confusion as if the word was foreign to her. Juna turned her head in the direction it had gone in.*\"Is that what it's called...? Is it... Okay now...?\"*Juna didn't like the idea of the panda suddenly coming back to make another attack on the pair, hopefully it was doing better now, but she hardly knew what the thing was, much less what it would do.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She looked to her, still pretty peeved.* \"You really aren't from around here are you... Yeah that was a panda. Much bigger then it usually is though. The normal ones are three times smaller and only attack if your an ass to them..\" *She looked at the pile of poop* \"That poop is also huge!! What the ****!\" *She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.* \"It shouldn't come back... It's pretty pissed but I think it's more likely to go after whoever gave it the other wound... Or maybe just eat or sleep... I don't know.\" *She kicked the ground.* \"Stupid disease...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*No wonder it seemed so huge. Juna shuddered at the thought, however, part of her was relieved they didn't always come that large. Though it still made her partially curious, contrasting Ivy's annoyance to it. She kept staring down the way it had gone before finally turning back to her.*\"Does the disease effect all animals...?\"*She decided to ask.*\"Do you... Know where it comes from...?\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She put her hands on her hips and grimaced a little.* \"As far as I've seen... All wild animals can get it... But I'm not a scientist...\" *She began to go through her pouch for a pain killer.* \"Where it comes from? The land itself... It's growing from the land... Plants even get it... Some believe it's to keep intruders out...\" *She looked to Juna* \"You aren't here to do anything bad are you? You may have drawn the panda to us if so...\" *Finding the pain killer she popped the cork off and downed it. Tensing at the taste she shook.* \"The nature spirits could also just be mad at me for leaving... Who knows.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Nature spirits...\"*Juna murmured, part of her thinking to the angry spirits that had constantly tormented her just at the edge of her vision. Always posing as another or leaving an ominous feeling in her. She was fortunate to not see any since she's been here, but it still left her queasy at the thought. Her ears suddenly perked up, realization occurring to her as she remembered her two animals that had ran off into the forest.*\"Jace!\"*She suddenly called out, ears twitching idly in waiting for some sign of the Jackal. A few minutes passed. Not even a hint of the Jackal being nearby.*\"Juniper!\"*She decided to call out next, less confident in the bird returning at the sound of her name. Once more the Canifor waited, but still there was no sign of their return.*\"Strange...\"*She said after several minutes had passed.*\"Jace usually comes anytime he hears me call for him...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "\"That is not good...\" *She began to set off where she was yelling* \"Shall we look for them?\" *She began to climb a bamboo stalk to get a high ground and look around.* \"Hopefully they didn't go too far...\" *She looked around to see if there was any visible sign of them. She gripped the bamboo quite tightly as she was still in pain but was trying to ignore it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You don't... Think something could have gotten to them... Do you...?\"*She asked her. Surely not. There were hardly any other animals out here. At least as far as she could see. This forest always seemed so peaceful, at least before the bear showed up. Juna watched Ivy climb up the stalks to look about, waiting for a sign that they were out there. Behind her, Juna felt the warm radiation of the campfire begin to die down and as she turned to look back, it had completely dissipated. Something wasn't right. She shuddered at the feeling of a cold breeze brushing by, whisking away the previous warmth of flame and spiritual presence. Her fur remained bushed, both from the temperature and feeling shaken from the panda encounter. What if, it was a bad omen of sorts? Even Ivy seemed a bit concerned in angering the spirits.*\"Let's look for them.\"*Juna quickly said, the grip on her staff tightening. She gazed out into the gloomy forest, her ears lowering slightly in not realizing just how dark it seemed.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She climbed back down the bamboo and went back to the fire grabbing a piece of charcoal.* \"I can give you a light that follows you if you'd like? I myself have decent night vision..\" *She lit the charcoal and it became a floating orb of fire.* \"I need you to accept it to give it to you...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's dark brown eyes illuminated in the glow of the fire orb. How easily it was conjured up left her both amazed and saddened at the thought that she could no longer do such herself. She had decent night vision as well, though the light source made her feel a little better with it around.*\"I'll accept it...\"*She murmured as if she was afraid of someone or something listening out to them right now. Juna held out her hands to take the orb, one ear angled to the side to listen out for any sign of her animals or any other creature that could lead them to danger. Still nothing.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded and went back to the bamboo, climbing back up. She looked around and sighed as she didn't see them.* \"You lead the way? I'll stay up here and see if I can see your bird in the sky.\" *She jumped to the next bamboo and looked around again, hopeful. Her religious charms on her mask swayed in the breeze and her ears were on high alert to any noise or sign of them.*\n\n*She felt calmer then she usually did. Maybe it was because she was trying to stay calm for Juna? She tried not to pay too much attention to it and instead focused on looking for her lost companions.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna watched her climb back up the stalk of bamboo, part of the Canifor not wanting to be alone down here, though she decided against saying anything to prevent Ivy from trying to find anything from above. With it seeming like she'd have to continue on foot alone, she walk onwards down the invisible path. One hand kept the orb of light close, while the other gripped the staff tightly. The campsite was gradually becoming history behind her and, only then, did the full warmth of it fade. Not just externally but internally as well. A dreary mood encased her, but she was not quite sure why.*\"See anything?\"*She asked up to Ivy when the quiet got too much for her, mainly listening out to make sure Ivy didn't full vanish while she remained at ground level.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "\"Not yet...\" *Her three tails moved to keep her balance on the bamboo as she moved from stalk to stalk. The pain killer was now in full effect and she was grateful for it. Jumping like this would be much more painful otherwise. She made a mental note to check her bruises later when she had a time of calm. She looked down at Juna again and noticed how unsettled she was. There was a strange energy among them...* \"Do you feel that energy, or is that just me?\" *She hoped talking about it would maybe help Juna feel less alone or perhaps even coax it out.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You... Feel something too...?\"*She asked Ivy, part of her scared of what the answer might be. If Ivy felt something, then maybe there truly was something out here to worry about. Juna didn't have time to listen for a response however. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a small bit of movement. Almost instinctively she turned her head, though upon doing so, she couldn't seem to find anything. She wanted to open her mouth to call up to Ivy, but before she could, she noticed another bit of movement. It was so faint, almost as if a patch of darkness itself was shifting throughout the night. She held her tongue and the movement stopped. Another pause, and then it moved again. Squinting her eyes, Juna could almost make out a sort of figure, moving ever so gracefully past the small ferns of grass that grew along the stalks of bamboo. She couldn't pick up anything malicious about it despite the coldness of the area that surrounded her and, without second thought, she decided to slowly follow after it.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She followed her unsure of what was going on. There was a loud aura around however that she could feel.* \"Juna??? Juna!!?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*For the moment Juna didn't seem to respond, transfixed on the movements of the shadow as it blinked in and out of view for her. It grew still at one point only to suddenly dart off. Without second thought, Juna picked up the pace to follow after it, not wanting to suddenly lose whatever this blur was. Its movements were much easier to see now with how quick it was moving, even the small grasses bent at its disturbance. This thing must be real somehow, right? She kept chasing after it, not paying attention to just how far away she was traveling into the forest when all of a sudden the blur came to a stop. Juna skidded to a halt almost immediately, but by the time she had reached the place it had ran to, it was gone. The Canifor let out a tired breath of air, the run suddenly catching up to her all at once. She looked around the area, unfamiliarity crossing her gaze as she couldn't see where the figure had disappeared to. She waited a few moments longer, only for ears to droop a bit.*\"It's... Gone...\"*She eventually said. What was the point of chasing after it? Now she felt even more lost. How stupid could she be?*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "```The land of spirits...```\n\n```And back again...```" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna came up behind Ivy, trying to pick up on any aura that could signify her still being in a foul mood, but she couldn't seem to trace anything with the battle now gone.*\"I'm... Sorry Ivy...\"*She said in quiet apology, rubbing at her arm in embarrassment.*\"I... Saw this figure and I thought I should have followed it... But... I was wrong... And stupid for it...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*As her scar began to calm she breathed out a breath of relief. She looked to Juna and took a moment to sigh again before answering.* \"It was drawing you in... I don't think you could have controlled that...\" *She was extremely grateful that the demon had ceased as she most likely would have snapped at her.* \"We should probably get the hell out of here... This is not the place to camp tonight.\" *She did her best to smile, but only managed to upturn her lips. She began to walk away but then dawned on her and her eyes widened.* \"YOUR COMPANIONS!!\" (Bro I remembered irl here too lol)." } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her throat began to burn at the thought that some evil thing was out here trying to get them killed. She wanted to whimper, but it wasn't long until Ivy's words made her remember that she still had her companions out there. Her eyes widened in memory of them. She had been so focused on following that thing and fighting off the wolves that she had forgotten about them.*\"There's no telling where they are now...\"*She whined.*\"We could be even further away from them now after following that-\"*She got cut off, a flash of movement catching her eye as the dark figure appeared in it. Juna whipped her head around so fast at it, letting out a gasp of shock at its reappearance.*\"That-!\"*She yelped, pointing towards the small figure of darkness, hoping that Ivy could see it too. The figure didn't make any move towards them, almost like it was conflicted on whether or not to. Its outline, seemed faint yet wolf-like, though it looked much different than the deranged beasts they were fighting before. Juna took a step away from it, too afraid that it would lead her into yet another group of angry wolves. The figure noticeably drooped at that, but didn't take another step towards them.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded and then flinched as Juna's head whipped around. Looking towards the figure she squinted a bit and could see a very faint outline. It seems whatever it was, mainly wanted Juna to see them. She still studied it however, extremely intrigued at whatever it was.* \"Are they the ones that have been following you?\" *She moved closer to it, her eyes beaming with curiosity.* \"Can you speak? Can you communicate in any way?....You seem to have emotion at least...\" *Not wanting to overwhelm whatever it was she stepped back again and looked at Juna.* \"Do they scare you? Have they done you harm?\" *She realized how many questions she had asked in a few mere seconds and took a step back again.* \"Sorry, got excited... I'm sure it's not exciting for you.\" *Sitting down she winced a bit as the pain killer had wained a tiny bit, her three tails still with curiosity however as the creature kept her intrigued.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The spirit merely wavered in expression, though no words seemed to escape it. Juna looked towards Ivy in confusion, almost as if the necromancer had suddenly changed heart. Wasn't this one of the spirits to worry about? The angry monsters out here that are trying to hurt them?*\"I-\"*Juna seemed at a loss of words, unable to come up with an immediate answer. She wanted to say yes. The wolf did just lead them into a trap after all, right? She couldn't deny its aura being familiar though. Nothing like the angered feelings of the deranged wolf spirits, but something warm and inviting. Similar to the campfire, yet faded a little. No wonder there was so much temptation to follow. The dark wolf spirit turned away from them, continuing on ahead. Every now and then it stopped to look back at them, its tail whisking in mild anxiety.*\"Do you think it... Wants something...?\"*Juna asked Ivy in a confused tone after seeing her question it, only for the spirit to walk away.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She stood up and stretched.* \"Possibly... It also seems to want you to follow it again... Do you trust it?\" *She looked Juna in the eyes, her own blue ones filled with curiosity but also a bit of worry. She thought about what it could all mean, this shadowy creature following Juna. It didn't necessarily have a bad aura... Which honestly was better then a fully bad one in her mind. It did lead Juna to the wolves but she couldn't tell it's intention with that. Maybe it was bad? She couldn't tell... And that was what made her the most intrigued with it. It wasn't clear... It was a mystery of sorts and that can be exciting. Her tails moved in a calming manner, wanting Juna to decide. She was the one being followed by it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna looked between Ivy and the spirit, its tail now lashing in impatience. Ivy wanted her to decide if they should follow? Juna could hardly believe it. Didn't she just follow it into a fight with more spirits? Why should they trust it again? Juna bit her tongue in thought, feeling a weight on her shoulders as they both watched her. The spirit didn't seem to do any direct harm, but what if it was just cunning like another spirit she figured seeing before?*\"I...\"*She paused, sitting at an indecision, the wolf gazed back to her, soon lowering itself down onto its belly as Ivy once did when she came into camp. So it had been watching them? That's why it felt so familiar.*\"I... Think... We should follow...\"*She said after some hesitation.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded and began to move in its direction. Turning around she began to walk backwards and motioned for Juna to follow. She hoped this creature meant well, having another fight wouldn't be super great with the state Ivy was in. The bruises coupled with the demon trying to take over earlier made her a tad uneasy. She would continue to walk backwards until Juna joined her. A small, (trying to be warming) smile on her face.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gradually followed after her, letting out a quiet sigh in hopes that she made the right choice. The wolf spirit stood back up on their paws at the sight of them following after it. Turning tail, it began to nimbly make its way across the forest floor. Its tense muscles suggested it wanting to break out in a run, but occasionally glancing back towards them, it was clear it didn't want to lose them again. Its paws moved lightly, not creating a single sound, while its only disturbance to the plants of nature hardly being any different than a gentle breeze. They really were following a spirit, weren't they? Did it used to be a regular wolf before it turned into one? Had it died somewhere out here before and was now acting as a guide of this place? Juna didn't understand Runra well, but she hoped this was a good omen rather than the other option.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She followed the wolf and was sure to check Juna's mood every once and awhile. She wasn't sure why she was following too at this point. Maybe it was because they had been in a battle of sorts together so she felt like she owed her something? Connecting to others was strange for Ivy. Especially since she knew the demon inside would eventually ruin everything for her. She clasped her blackened hands together and walked with them in front of her.* \"Where do you think it wants to lead us to? Your companions maybe?\" *She decided speaking was better then silently following this strange apparition, and maybe it would help Juna relax a bit?*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had kept silent the whole time, her gaze watching the back of the wolf as they drifted further and further into the forest. Even the bamboo stalks were starting to look hazy in the dark.*\"Do you think it knows where they are?\"*She asked, a bit of hope flashing in her gaze as she looked back at Ivy. Before an answer could be said, an ear splitting screech resounded in the area. Juna's ears shot up almost immediately, her fur standing on end.*\"That must be Juniper!\"*She yelped in fear. The Canifor turned to look back at the wolf spirit, but before she could, it had vanished from sight.*\"Where'd it go??\"*She asked in confusion. Wasn't it supposed to be guiding them? Why did it have to leave now of all times? The screech resounded again, this time in a bout of squawking that was much easier to pinpoint.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Her ears had shot up when the screech was first heard. She quickly got out her dagger in reaction and looked to Juna. When the wolf disappeared she gritted her teeth and began running in the direction of the loud calls. Her tails were stuck strait up as she kept focus on where the noise was coming from.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna turned and ran after her, following the woman with newfound energy as the cries of her bird grew louder. Eventually, past the shadows of night, the tall figure of the bird came into view. One of her legs remained raised up, as thought not wanting to place it back on the ground for whatever the reason may be. Her wings flapped wildly about, though of course it was pointless for her. It wasn't like she could fly anyways with how large of a bird she was. Juna's eyes widened at the sight of her.*\"What happened to her?\"*She gasped.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She looked at the huge bird creature in confusion. It was acting pretty strangely. Backing up a bit she looked all around them to see if there was anyone around who could have done this. It couldn't have just happen on its own. She walked around, keeping her ears high and alert and her dagger out, scoping the area.* \"Did someone do this?\" *She finally asked Juna.* \"It doesn't look normal...\" *The bird was definitely panicked... And where was her other companion who she sent after it. It all was very strange and she felt pretty uneasy about it all.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna didn't give an answer. At the sight of the bird, she quickly ran over to the animal without second thought. The bird hopped about wildly at the sight of Juna, though eventually she managed to get Juniper to calm to down.*\"Shhh it's okay Juniper...\"*The Canifor murmured, lightly stroking the bird's neck. Juniper gave a few anxious chirps, though eventually kept still. She tried to rest one of her legs on the ground, though it clear she was only supporting her weight on one. Juna seemed transfixed on it, her tail fluffed up in a mixture of fear and frustration of the injured bird. Who would do something like this? Or what? There didn't seem any other predator about, though looking around, her fur prickled in thought that something was still here.*\"Do you see Jace-.\"*She quickly asked Ivy, remembering the canine she had sent away in the attempt of making sure her bird didn't get caught out of here all alone.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She shook her head, glad the bird had at least calmed down.* \"I don't see Jace anywhere...\" *She frowned and turned to stare at the birds leg.* \"Do you know what happened to their leg?\" *She was curious as maybe the injury could give them a clue on who or what had done such a thing. She continued to scope the area, going as far as to start to climb nearby bamboo to try and see where the canine may have gone. She thought hard about where a canine would go if it was lost in a forest like this one. Maybe near a stream or river to get some water? She sighed, unsure as she didn't know the animal as well as Juna did.* \"We could maybe check the streams or rivers around here...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It looks like she's been bitten...\"*Juna said, trying to carefully hold the leg only for Juniper to kick out with in pain. At the mention of Jace, she quickly turned to face her.*\"Do you think he could have wandered far?\"*She questioned, her eyes glazing in fear. Juna already knew it was a high chance with them coming this far out already. Now she had a missing canine to worry about on top of her injured bird.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She shrugged, looking out to see if there was any rivers nearby. She didn't see any but she could hear one far off in the distance.* \"I can hear a stream or the such in the distance but it's a risk...\" *She climbed back down and stared at her bird.* \"Who did this to you, huh?\" *She frowned and turned towards the river.* \"What do you think Juna?\"\n\n*She wasn't sure if the injured bird would even want to come, given it's panicked state. Or even if Juna was up for it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*A whine threatened to rise up in her throat at the predicament. There was no way Juniper would be able to hobble all the way back to camp with her leg like this. And Jace, she didn't even know where to begin looking for him. At the edge of the clearing, the shadowed wolf sat and watched the scene unfold. Their expression remained neutral as it looked on, only its flicking ears giving away its urgency. Juna didn't pay attention to it, however, lost in thought of what to do.*\"Maybe... We can... Try to get her to the stream...\"*She uttered, having doubt in her own words of getting the young bird to go that far.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She watched Juna panicking and frowned. She felt her scar burn a bit however so she stopped frowning and tried to ignore her feelings.* \"Right... Well we need to clean it with something... And then we can wrap it up.\" *She began to look in her bag for anything that may help. Taking out a painkiller she looked up at Juna.* \"Does this painkiller work on animals?\" *She held it up for Juna to see. And continued to rummage, only finding her water carrier.*\n\n*The Hound meanwhile was keeping pace with the wolf. It was pretty fun to run at this speed, having not done so unless in battle or the such. The hound began to drool a bit, leaving a black substance on the passing dirt.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She glanced at the painkiller with uncertainty. Surely it didn't work for animals, though seeing how much pain her bird was in, part of her was willing to take back that initial thought.*\"I'm... Not sure...\"*She answered.*\"What if it just ends up hurting her more or-\"*Juna didn't want to finish the statement, the negativity probably bound to make the situation worse than what it was. Her bird was bitten, but she'll be fine, right? What about Jace though? The thought lingered in her mind, but she decided to hold onto hope that the woman's hound would find something of him.*\"I used to try herbs to help them... These berries... Juniper ones...\"*She said, finally able to think up of previously used healing methods when she once helped a Silnari.*\"I... Named her after them...\"*While the two were trying to figure out how to help Juniper, the spirit wolf continued along the path it was on. It occasionally glanced back towards the hound following it, letting out what would have been a huff of air at the sight of the drool. That is if any sound could come out of it. It lead the hound down to a slight decline, delving further down until it made its way to this outcrop of rocks. The limp body of the Jackal laid there, partially splayed out against the rocks and, with a swift flick of its tail, the spirit wolf turned back to face the hound with urgency in its gaze.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded and began to look around for any type of shrub or bush that may have berries.* \"Do you remember what it looks like?\" *She asked, rummaging through a nearby bush in hopes. In this moment she wished she had learned healing magic. It would certainly come in handy. Finding some berries she plucked them and showed them to Juna in hopes they were the correct ones, though the likelihood was pretty slim. The berry was a bright shade, compared to her blackened fingers.*\n\n*The hound stared at the Jackal for a moment before walking up to it and sniffing, nudging him with their bony nose. The hound turned up it's head and let out a blood curdling howl. Or rather it seemed like it was trying to howl? It sounded more like a shrill scream. Going to the Jackals neck he drooled for a moment before grabbing the Jackal by the scruff. He did his best not to pierce the jackals skin with its sharp teeth as he dragged the limp body, his blackened drool dripping down.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna paused for a moment, trying to remember the small berries. She knew their appearance well enough, though their use would be minuscule even if they did find any. If they were lucky it would be enough to stop an infection, but at the back of the mind, she knew it was a slim chance of it helping.*\"They were... Small and blue...\"*She said while Ivy went to fetch them.*\"Kind of like... Blueberries... But less swee-\"*She stopped at Ivy came back with the brighter colored berries, giving a light shake of her head at them.*\"A bit darker...\"*She said continuing to think. Her thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by the sound of loud howling. Quickly turning her head in the direction it was coming from, she found her heart leaping in her chest. Did the pair of canines find her Jackal or were in they some other kind of trouble? She hoped it was the former, yet what could it be howling about? Juna froze for a moment, her fur spiking up once more.*\"What... What was that-\"*She breathed, partially hoping it wasn't them at all. \n\nAs the hound grabbed the Jackal to drag him away, the canine didn't react, hardly even moving from it. A small trail of blood seemed to follow him as he was dragged further from his resting place. The spirit wolf winced at the sight though didn't do any further as it soon vanished from sight once more. It seemed like its task was done here, though the end result wasn't looking good.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Ivy's ears perked up and she quickly dropped the berries.* ||\"Shit...\"|| *She began to head off where the hound was heard.* \"Stay with Juniper!!\" *She ran into the brush, hoping she could get there quickly. Her vampiric hound never howled unless it was bad. Meanwhile the Vampiric hound was doing his best to get the jackal as far as he could. He could smell the blood, filling all his senses. Soon Ivy came upon them and gasped, holding her hand to her lips.* \"What the hell happened... Oh my..\" *She quickly shook herself out of it and went to the Jackal. The hound dropped him and Ivy quickly picked up his whole body, doing her best to keep him stable. She began to quickly get back to camp, hopeful he would make it. She sent her vampiric hound to try and fetch Juna. So if the unthinkable happened she'd be there in his last moments. The hound soon broke through the brush and went strait up to Juna. Grabbing her pants with his teeth he tried to pull her, and get her to follow him.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Ivy's panic only seemed to fuel her own. Juna watched as the woman suddenly headed off, turning to see where she was going.*\"But what happe-.\"*She didn't get her words out in time before Ivy ran off. Now Juna could only feel mild fear in what could possibly be wrong. She kept near Juniper, but even the bird could seem to pick up on the mood as she let out a few unsettled chirps. She watched as hound suddenly showed back up, nearly jumping out of fear at the sight of it only to realize it was one of the woman's summons. Juna yelped as the hound tried to tug her away, finding herself being pulled to whatever was going on. She tried to keep a hold on her bird, her nerves so tense than she was afraid that something would happen to her Airstrider too.*\"What's going on-?\"*She asked, part of her not even wanting an answer at this point.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*The hound whined a bit and sat down, letting her go. He wasn't going to force her... Ivy meanwhile was quickly making way back, every once and awhile looking down at the poor animal. She frowned after a moment, feeling her scar begin to burn.* \"Not now!! ||fuck|| not now.\" *She quickened her pace, hoping to get through the brush soon. Meanwhile her Vampiric hound began to get curious of the bird. He kept looking back at it, tongue out. He mostly just was curious, but did it's best to stay seated and wait for Ivy. Soon though he stood up and ran towards the brush, just as Ivy ran out. She quickly got the animal to Juna and placed him on the ground.* \"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..\" *She blurted out as her scar burnt stronger and stronger. If it wasn't a demon inside her she'd surly be smelling burnt flesh. Her Vampiric hound looked up at Ivy and growled a tiny bit before she snapped her fingers for him to be gone. She backed up quite a bit, taking some deep breaths.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stood frozen at the sight of her Jackal, everything around her going mute and still in the background. This was the last thing she would have wanted to see.*\"...Jace?\"*She said to the Jackal only to not get a response back from him.*\"Jace!\"*She whined a louder, falling down into her knees to come closer to her Jackal's level. Her hand slowly reached to him, shakily cupping his head with it. It droop to side at her touch, though the jackal didn't seem to react to it. No, no, no! He can't be dead already! She hardly had a chance to help him. The Canifor turned him over, fur fluffing up at the sight of the large gash running down his side where he had been dragged. He was attacked too. Though from the looks of it, he seemed to have gotten the worst end of the deal.*\"We... We can fix this-.\"*The Canifor said, quickly shifting her gaze back up to Ivy for hopeful confirmation.*\"We just need... More berries and stalks and...\"*Juna began to trail off, trying to search for anything possible thing she could put together to help heal him. He couldn't be dead yet. The Canifor refused for him to go this way. She was supposed to be there for him! He can't go this way!*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She heard her panic and closed her eyes for a moment to take a breath out. She needed to be there... Yes the demon was clawing his way through her but she needed to do what she could now. She didn't know healing spells at all but she could... If she let her. Cauterize the wound. She went to the animals side and looked to Juna, her finger having a small blue flame on the end of it.* \"I could cauterize it... Stop the bleeding... If you'll let me and you trust me...\" *She felt the demon digging through to her arms already. Do I even trust myselff right now? She thought in her head but quickly pushed away to focus on the task at hand. Stopping the bleeding may help.* \"I would just need you... To help me push his gash... Together so I can seal it...\" *She looked to Juna to see her reaction to it all.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's eyes widened at the sight of the flame. What if she just kills him faster with it? She nearly opened her mouth to say no, but upon looking at her Jackal, she only found herself shutting it once more. It might be all the options they had left.*\"Okay...\"*She murmured, lowering her Jackal back on the ground. He looked so much smaller now in this state, it almost hurt too much to look at. Her ears lowered on her head, silently trying to convince herself that he wasn't gone just yet. Maybe there was something more they could still do for him. She brought her hands to where the gash was, trying to keep the open wound together despite wincing in the process. An underlying feeling within her made her think that she was hurting her jackal. Yet, he didn't react at all. The canine seemed so lifeless. She wanted to refuse the thoughts that invaded her mind from it, simply closing her eyes to not have to watch.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She took a deep breath in a began to put her burning finger along the wound. An overwhelming smell of burning flesh filled the air. As she went along, she would periodically check to make sure the wound had closed before continuing. She scrunched up her nose as the smell began to overwhelm her. She didn't dare look at Juna, she knew she was not enjoying this at all. The black began to creep up her arm and she gasped, knowing she'd have to finish soon. Not wanting to botch the procedure however she bit her tongue and continued. Every once and awhile she would check on the Jackal however to see if there was any movement coming from him. She noted to try and get a pulse or see if there was breath after this. Soon enough she was done and she would quickly pull her arm away and put it behind her before speaking.* \"It is done... You may open your eyes if your ready... And it may be good to check for a pulse... And breathe...\" *She looked to Juna, trying to keep her composure as her arms stung.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna flinched at the growing smell, keeping her head turned away so that she wouldn't dare bring herself to watch. The area around her hands began to feel warm from the rising heat. She would have assumed the Jackal was getting the worst end of it, but yet nothing, not even so much of a noise. The Canifor tensed up as Ivy mentioned her being able to look again, though upon opening her eyes to stare down at the Jackal, she quickly came to regret it. The blackened bits of fur and flesh where the wound had been sealed up remained large and obvious so much that the mere sight of it made her stomach churn. She bit back the rising feeling of a whine wanting to escape her, but it didn't stop the burning sensation in her throat from the feeling of grief. The jackal didn't stir, didn't move, didn't react. The only real sign that he was even still there was the faint breath of air that had become so minuscule that it could have been mistaken for a breeze. Juna couldn't bring herself to look back at Ivy, the onslaught of tears becoming too much for her at the sight of her Jackal. She was supposed to come here for a fresh start, an escape from the horrors of the main land. And now this was the end result of it.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She stood up, not sure what else she could do to help this situation. She was glad the Jackal was still breathing however... It meant there was some hope. Turning away she went quite a ways away to look through bushes again, and honestly to hide her arms. Her whole hand was almost taken over now by the blackened substance. She needed to learn how to curb this earlier... Maybe there was some kind of ritual or sigal she could put on herself to help protect her more... She thought through all this as she dug through the bushes. Ultimately she knew she'd need a book of wards for demons. Where she would find that, she wasn't sure. She found quite a different array of berries, hopeful one was the correct one. And if it was, she was hopeful to get enough for the now burn and the birds leg.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*While Ivy went off to collect the berries, Juna had lowered her head to the Jackal's, quietly burying her face into his fur in losing the ability to care of how bad it was starting to smell. It was clear that she was silently crying into him, though the Canifor paid no mind to what was going on around her. Her Airstrider sat down tiredly behind her, its one leg splayed out uncomfortably while she watched Ivy dig around in the brush. Daytime was bound to arrive soon with how long they had spent out here. Even the ground was becoming ever so slightly lighter from the brightening sky.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*As she continued to pick the berries she finally looked over to Juna. She sighed, pausing for a moment. Why would anybody do this... The creatures were obviously not from here... People would hopefully figure they were pets... She frowned realizing it was probably intended that way. Who the hell would be so malicious like that. As she thought through this horrible dead she felt her left arm begin to raise. Looking over and her eyes widened, terrified.* ||\"Fuck...\"|| *Her now black veined arm began to claw at her, trying to take her mask off. She grabbed her arm with her normal veined arm, dropping the berries. She then began to wrestle it away from her.* \"Get off me!\" *She quickly moved into the brush so Juna wouldn't see any more, if she was watching. As she wrestled with her blackened arm she did the best she could to keep quiet. The demon had learned how to move her limb... This was not good... In a quick moment she slammed her hand hard into the bamboo and it stopped... Her hand was now severely bruised but the demon was gone... Yay? She took a moment to compose herself before grabbing the berries and going back towards Juna.* \"Are any of these right?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears perked up at the noise, at first thinking that Ivy was under attack only for her to have disappeared from view. She cradled her Jackal closer to her, feeling herself being overcome by dread. As Ivy soon came back with the berries, the Canifor was able to relax for a short while longer only for the moment to pass as quickly it had come. Juna looked at the berries she held, trying to even get a small whiff of them in hopes that they were what they were looking for, only for her shoulders to droop in defeat. She gave a slow shake of her head, feeling the small hope in her lost once again. Times like this the Canifor wished that she still had her power to heal. Why would she possibly expect the same berries from the mainland to grow here anyways?*\"I'm sorry Ivy...\"*She murmured, rubbing at her eyes for a moment.*\"I didn't... Mean to make you apart of all this I...\"*The Canifor dropped her gaze, throat being overcome by emotion.*\"I don't know what to do...\"*Things had been so much easier back when she first started traveling, now it had been nothing more than challenge after challenge. Why couldn't anything go right? The shadowed wolf stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the group with its tail neatly curled around its legs. Its form seemed a lot more faint now in the growing daylight, however, its presence was clear enough.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*Ivy meanwhile had made it to the small stream and had ripped a stalk off the bamboo to fashion into a fishing rod of sorts. Once she had done so and tied a worm on the end she left it in the stream to try and lure them to it. Taking off her chest armor and her under shirt leaving her in her undergarment, Ivy looked at her bruised hand and frowned, she was lucky her hands had turned black as it mostly hid it. It sure hurt like hell. Doing her best to see the bruise she had on her back from earlier in the stream she sighed. She couldn't see super well but could tell she had been bruised along her spine. Leaving her with dots down her back. She mostly however was bruised in her lower back, there being a huge spot there. Usually she wouldn't get this hurt. Why was this happening all at once? She then snapped out of it as she saw a tug on the string. Moving herself to it she pulled the rod up as she reached in the water to grab the fish. Unfortunately she missed however and she cussed under her breath. She didn't have a hook handy so she had to rely on her hands to get it. It took her at least 5 more tries before she confidently got fish. Making sure to get at least 3 fish that were about 4 ounces of meat she pulled the rod out and left it on the bank. She was sure to fill up her water storage and to put her armor back on before beginning to head back with the fish. This trip had taken her at least 45 min so she hoped Juna would at least be trying to rest her eyes. She herself was also tired but she figured if she could, she'd sleep after eating. Coming out of the brush she saw Juna cuddled on her Jackal. Grateful she was at least laying down she quietly got to the fire and began to fillet the fish to get the meat out. Placing the fish on a skewer of sorts she began to cook it. Sitting with her knees tucked to her chest.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*By the time Ivy returned, the Jackal's injuries had seemingly vanished, almost as if they were never there to begin with. Juna remained cuddled up next to him, a wave of exhaustion passing over her in the moment that she figured her own stress had gotten the better of her and drove her to a sleepiness she couldn't quite ignore. It was a strange feeling, though with her Jackal close she could at least try to rest peacefully after a night without any sleep. She wasn't aware of Ivy returning, only able to pick up the faint smells of fish that only her dream-like state could provide her as she dozed on.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She didn't notice the Jackal for now as she focused on the fish. It was just starting to get crispy skin. Not having packed seasonings she knew it was going to be bland. Having food would be more important then that right now to her anyway. The wind began to pick up a bit so she gave herself a bit of magical warmth so she would be able to focus on cooking. Juna would have to be awake/conscientious to be given the same so she hoped the blanket would be enough for now. Soon enough the fish was done and she stood up to go find a thick piece of bamboo to put it on. Finding one she placed it on the ground next to the fire and took 1 and a half fish of the 3. Keeping her part on another skewer, she blew on it before taking a bite. Her tails swayed back and forth as the warm food went into her mouth. She certainly needed this. Looking at Juna and the jackal she blinked a few times as the jackal didn't have any burns on him any more. Not wanting to wake Juna, even though she was bewildered she continued to eat her fish, every once and awhile taking looks at her companion in confusion.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna shifted in her sleep for a short while, soon drawing a quiet exhale of air as she seemed to relax a bit. Some moments passed before she finally blinked awake, taking in the space around her as she founded her senses drowned out by the smell of fish. Her ears twitched tiredly for a moment only for her eyes to widen in sudden shock. She looked down towards her jackal, turning him over to see that his previous injuries had vanished, and, suppressing the sudden feeling of emotion, she planted a light kiss on his head. The Jackal opened his eyes in turn, giving her a tired lick on the face and soon enough Juna was letting out a laugh of relief.*\"You're okay-.*She said aloud, almost forgetting Ivy's presence until she turned to see her eating.*\"Are... You alright...?\"*She asked, her tone lowering a bit in the realization that she had ignored Ivy for the brief moments she thought she was going to lose her jackal. Especially with all the help she provided.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She watched in shock, slowly chewing her fish. I guess she did have magic then? Or the Jackal was magical? She swallowed her piece of fish before speaking again, still in shock.* \"I saved some fish for you... It's bland but it's warm food...\" *She continued to stare at the jackal for a moment before answering her question that she hadn't registered til that moment.* \"I'm... I'm surprised... I think... Do you have magic? I thought you said you didn't? Or does the Jackal?\" *She took a bite of her half piece of fish and watched Juna, looking very confused, and a bit relieved even.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna got up and walked closer to where the fire was with the fish having been prepared. She looked down at her hands, the words of what was once said echoing in her head.*\"I thought I didn't...\"*Juna said quietly.*\"Maybe it came back...?\"*She wasn't quite sure what happened, but if her powers were returning, that reason to celebrate, right? She decided to lower her hands once more, feeling mo prowess in them whatsoever despite what happened earlier. Maybe it'll come to her more naturally later. Hopefully anyways. She picked up the spare fish, taking some over to feed to Jace before taking a bite herself.*\"Thank you...\"*She murmured.*\"You've been a lot of help...\"" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded, still in awe that the animal was healed.* \"Well im glad he didn't have to live with the cauterized wound... It was probably already painful enough...\" *She finished her fish and licked her lips, throwing the skewer to the side.* \"I'm glad everything worked out...\" *She smiled a tiny bit and sighed, moving to lay on her side. She took her backpack off and laid on it, her kitsune mask moving a tad. She looked to Juna thinking if she could fully trust her. She should, shouldn't she?* \"Would you be okay if I take a nap for a bit?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'm glad to...\"*She murmured, finishing up her own meal as she too let out a tired sigh from how filling it was. The nap was nice, though it did little to make up for an entire sleepless night. Her ears flicked towards Ivy as she asked if it would be okay for her to nap a bit.*\"Yeah... That's fine... I think we both need some proper rest after... All that...\"*She said with a light yawn.*" }, { "author": "Ivy", "message": "*She nodded then yawned as well, closing her eyes. Her tails flicked for a moment before they relaxed next to her. She didn't need much to fall asleep, but she once again wondered if it was okay to fall asleep. Falling asleep now was certainly better then later when she couldn't go on any longer, right? She didn't get to think much more as her brain slipped into dream land and her body fully relaxed, falling asleep. A light snore came from her, nothing too loud, just a bit of a snort when she breathed.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna glanced over as Ivy dozed off, deciding to return to her Jackal and Airstrider for the time being. She looked at the injured bird, watching as the large animal tried to awkwardly nestle up against her jackal. Juna knelt down, placing her hands on the bird's legs to which the Airstrider kicked out slightly in discomfort. The Canifor closed her eyes, whispering:*\"Please still work...\"*For a moment nothing happened, not a feeling nor reaction coming from the simple request, though, over time a light glow began to illuminate from her hands once more. She opened her eyes, tail wagging at a sight she hadn't seen in a long time. The light faded once more, and she moved her hands away to see the injury completely gone.*\"Thank you...\"*She whispered to seemingly no one in particular. Her shoulders slumped, exhaustion drawing her in once more in rediscovering something she didn't think she'd ever get back. She joined the sleep pile that was her two animal companions, looking over to Ivy once more with a light smile. It was nice to know that there were still people around to trust. Maybe she should learn to open up more. Her eyes gradually closed as she drew in the comfort and finally relaxed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "\"First time in Runra, madam?\"\n*The young man spoke with a strong Runran accent, his voice wobbling as he exerted with each stroke of his row. Standing near the middle of his little boat, his pace was better than most of the larger ships, which ferried passengers between the islands that connected the ports of Ramul Ta to the northern subcontinent. He was usually requested for more clandestine reasons, he'd began to notice. Those who wished to not be recognised, entering the ancient cities alone.*\n\n\"First time? I was born here, kid. This is a homecoming.\"\n*The woman returned with a half-cocked smile, puffing another cloud of smoke from her pipe. She wore a deep red haori over her usual cloth wraps and heavy attire, a long pin holding her dark hair in a knot. Her gaze was set toward the land, her eyes flickering crimson. The boatman knew what this meant, and decided to ask no further questions - a vampire in Runra was not to be trifled with.*\n\n\"Keep the change, son. I'll walk the rest.\"\n*Taito called back, now a few yards away from the boat as she wandered down the path. The boatman had half a mind to warn her of the danger, but the katana on her hip assuaded him further...*" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "*The pathway from the docks was rather quiet at first. Not many people came or went from Runra; the waters around it were dangerous. But as it goes deeper into the country, people started to appear. Traders, hunters, thieves, general merchants.. They began to appear on the path like they had simply been invisible. Deeper into the pathways, through the woodlands, the small towns started popping up. The landscape also started to change, becoming a little more hilly and difficult to see through. Tunnels through the lands where it was difficult to go over.. And then, through one of the tunnels, the capital. Visible not far off, Pinnacelia was in walking distance now, the grand town..*\n\n*But that may be all fine and well, until a very large hooded figure would accidentally run into the vampire, trip and fall over onto the path, bringing the poor lady down with her. It was entirely an accident either way, and the large figure quickly stood up, brushed the dirt off of herself, and turned to the woman.*\n\n***\"My.. Apologies. I did not see you there.\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*This wasn't a new scenario for Taito, many careless fellows had knocked her off her feet before - for varying reasons. She let herself fall, grunting quietly from the impact against her shoulder; checking her loose items for whether they were missing on the way down. Finding none were, she chuckled and stood back up, resting a palm on the handle of her katana, leaning the hilt forwards and grinning at her accidental assailant.*\n**\"Worry not, stranger. It takes more than a fall to harm me. Pray tell, this is the way to the cities, correct? It has been decades since my last foray into these lands...\"**\n*The ronin queried, slipping into her fluent Runran - feeling less self-conscious now that she was home.*" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "*The Oni stood to her full height, being even larger than the Ronin likely would have anticipated; 7'3 and 220 pounds, the very tall and muscular figure made her appear as if she was a man, but her voice was feminine.. Well, to an extent. If she looked up, the lady would be able to see the glowing orange eyes of the Oni, but nothing more..*\n\n***\"Mhm.. On the left over there is the capital. I say, though.. You haven't been here for awhile, have you?\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*Taito's smile slowly faded as the nature of her new acquaintance was made clear. She needn't see more than those burning eyes to know this was a Blue Oni - for she had cut the life short of dozens of her kind, long long ago. She nodded curtly, meeting her gaze with great effort as not to let her eyes flicker red.*\n**\"Yes. It has been... Many years. Your kind are hard to place, when it comes to age. Are you of the newcomers?\"**\n*She leant on her back foot, slowly filing through the names and faces of those Oni she had felled, in anticipation for removal of her hood.*" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "*The Oni removed her hood, and the expression on her face was probably much different than she expected; in fact, she looked rather young and cheerful compared to most of the other Oni she knew herself.. With white hair, orange eyes and light blue skin and sharp horns, the Oni looked like a cheerful young lady.*\n\n***\"Oh, no, I was born and raised here. I've actually been adventuring for a few years.. It's hard to do when you only ever get dirty looks from people though..\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Hm... Good to hear, your people weren't doing too well last I was here. As for dirty looks... I know the feeling well.\"**\n*The ronin gave a soft chuckle, shrugging with her free shoulder as her sword hand loosened its grip on the sheathed thing. A once-over made it clear: This oni was new blood. Maybe the stories of her terrorising had finally faded...*\n**\"Do the Oriates still look upon all besides their own with disdain? The discovery of the mainland would've humbled them, I'd have expected...\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Oriates? I.. Do you mean the Oni? I don't remember the last time they did.. Irunia fell long before I was born, and the Oni population is rather small..\"***\n\n*Matime was not familiar with much of the cultures of Runra anymore, or the politics or organizations.. She had been travelling for upwards of three years and hadn't visited home for a long time. While she may be of noble birth.. She was just a humble adventurer on her way to make a name for herself.*\n\n***\"I'm an Oni, sure, but I haven't particularly thought badly of anyone..\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Feh, what do they call themselves? Kemonomimi? Names change, but their attitudes rarely do.\"**\n*Her complaints fell on deaf ears, it seemed... Something Taito probably should have expected. The old names begin to fade into obscurity, as the once-proud Empire of Runra collapses under its own decay. She supposed this was her punishment for abandoning her home - for most of it to be unrecognisable, in a pitiful state.*\n**\"An adventurer? Is there much work in the empire for mercenaries?\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Ah.. No, I don't think they've changed much. I haven't met any that've been necessarily kind..\"***\n\n*The Oni rubbed the back of her head in a sort of nervous way, like she hadn't actually talked to very many people before. It was obvious, though that there was something off about her. People did, after all, keep shooting her weird looks and rush by as soon as they saw her. Well.. I mean, she was a Blue Oni after all. Not very many people liked her species, and she was afraid that it would happen..*\n\n***\"Adventurer? Yeah.. I left home just to go explore the world. As for mercenary work? There's probably plenty. I just don't do those things.. See, I'm a magic caster, if you'd believe it..\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*The vampire made an effort to relax, noticing how wound up the young oni seemed to be. Chatting in the middle of the path was odd enough, Taito making a gesture for Matime to lead on, taking a couple small steps as if to follow her.*\n\n**\"Elites will always be as such! I expect much of the youth will leave these lands - leave it the old folks.\"**\n*Again she grinned, her laugh warming in a bid to make her a touch more comfortable. After all, Taito needed a guide.*\n\n**\"A mage? Typical for your sort, isn't it? The blue have an affinity for the arcane. Heh, the most I could manage was-\"**\n*Taito choked, coughing a little too hard as she interrupted herself involuntarily. Maybe it was the fact that she was home, but her vampirism slowly felt less like something to hide...*" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "*The Oni nodded and began walking down the path, leading on the woman. Hearing how abruptly the lady stopped, she assumed something bad had happened.. She was intrigued, but she decided not to pursue it if she didn't want to.*\n\n***\"Ah, yes, us blue Oni are more ingrained with magic. In fact.. I don't know any blue Oni that DON'T know magic.. I myself do indeed use magic, though.. Not of the usual kind.\"***\n\n*She let out a nervous laugh, but she was calming down after talking with the lady for just a bit. She sort of liked her, the odd feeling aura of her made her an interesting character. She had, in fact, met plenty of kemonomimi; kitsunes were the most common in her experience. Speaking again, she also cleared her throat.*\n\n***\"You'd be surprised to hear it, actually.. And it's not something I openly speak of.\"***" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Ah, Kurushimeru-sama! It is a pleasure.\"**\n*She replied with a wide smirk, bowing low and flourishing an arm. Quickly dropping the act, she gave a wild cackle; relishing in the serendipity of the situation.*\n\n**\"To think I would meet nobility so soon! I at least expected to get into the city first.\"**\n*Taito hoped, at least, she wouldn't have to harm this one... The oni were safe from her ire, if it were to be ignited again. She kept ahead of Matime, eyes glazing over slightly as she thought on some darker topics.*\n**\"...Your family allow you to travel?\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Ah.. Yeah, I'm not inherently a noble in the general sense.. Just because my family was born rich doesn't mean that they're lords of anything, per se.. They just have a lot of money. Money that I'm not entirely eligible to inherit..\"***\n\n*She sighed, having half-expected this. Rubbing the back of her head a bit nervously again, she understood that maybe she shouldn't be so open about her origin, especially in these lands. While it may be her homeland.. Oni were generally disliked everywhere.*\n\n***\"I left home a few years ago to come adventure. I'm only returning now to say hi, stay a few days and head back on out.\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Hm, so they brush shoulders with nobility, then? I expect that wasn't a pleasant environment to grow up in.\"**\n*Taito rubbed her chin in a moment's thought, nodding appreciatively. While she also spent a lot of time around the lords and ladies of the realm, she was usually armed with a katana and dressed in a house insignia. To be treated as some sort of equal was interesting, to say the least. Matime's disconnect was understandable, but the samurai expected there was more to it.\n\nHer hands rested behind her head, beginning to whistle an ancient Runran war tune. Adventuring was something Taito still partook in today, though had left it at the wayside in recent years. The blue Oni was young, but seemed strong enough to weather the reality of it all yet.*\n**\"A family visit, hm? Not a bad idea... Though I doubt my family is around anymore.\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Brushed shoulders with nobility, yes. Pleasant environment? It was quite nice, actually. Tons of physical training, studying and research, sure, but truth be told a large portion of the magic I know comes from my adventures. And, ah, that sounds like quite unfortunate..\"***\n\n*Matime sort of got a little suspicious because of what the person said; around anymore makes it seem as if she had been around for a long, long time.. And from what she could tell, the lady was simply human. Either way, she didn't care much, as she also had her secrets.. Necromancy being one of them. She was sort of unwilling to return home to an extent, since it was where she was most famous for her skills. The town treated her like a princess, even though she wasn't one, simply because she had magic that played with the laws of nature.*\n\n***\"I can tell you wonder if there's more to the circumstances behind my leaving, and the answer is no. I truly did leave on my own accord; adventure was always in my mind since the day I picked up a training sword and my first book.\"***" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Hm, if you insist! Never say I wished for the youth to not enjoy their tastes of luxury. Adventuring is good for the soul, as long as you have the stomach for it - though I'm sure you've discovered how different it is from the stories by now.\"**\n\n*Taito's retorts grew flippant, the conversation slowly addressing her directly - and something she'd rather avoid talking about was herself. The oni would show the most disdain towards vampirism, considering it was those turned samurai that took their heads for sport. While the newer retinues may have retired the act, that bitterness is hard to abandon.*\n**\"...To have no expectations is a freedom of its own. It sounds like you took advantage of it fully, but do be careful not to grow conceited. Even the smallest family lays their gifts at their firstborn.\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"I'm the third in succession, I have no claim to my parents' stuff.. Especially now that I left home.\"***\n\n*Matime sighed, truly understanding what she meant. Adventuring really wasn't the fun and games people believed it and told it to be; when you get out there.. Everything changes. She knew this by heart already, as she had been attacked by bandits almost thirty times over by now.*\n\n***\"I left to adventure because I wanted to. It's not like I have the will to return home either way..\"***" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "**\"Hm... I was about the same. Hell, I spent most of my time away from this island. You've seen the mainland, I assume? So different, yet the conflicts don't change much...\"**\n*Again her sagacity bled through her facade, squinting slightly as the sun beamed through the sparse treetops, forcing a dissatisfied hiss from the vampire. Pinnacelia... Once part of the empire she called home, visited at the whim of her retainers.*\n**\"Aye, the Glittering City. Maybe I'll find a few of who I'm looking for...\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Anyone important in question..?\"***\n\n*Matime wondered if she would know anyone.. It was likely not possible, but in the end, she wouldn't ever know if she never asked in the first place, so...*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"Oh, the names are old... Yirek, for one?\"**\n*Her brow would rise, mildly interested in whether Matime would recognise the name. House Yirek was one of the oldest imperial households, originating as a tribal kingdom that turned loyal in the early years of the empire. Taito had many conflicts with their members, retainers and nobility alike.*\n**\"A little bird told me their elders have estates here, little holiday homes away from the imperial capital.\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"Yirek... The imperial household? I've heard of them, for sure.. What do you seek with them anyways?\"***\n\n*Matime was quite curious. Who was this woman, and what was she capable of? A Samurai? Anything is possible for what this woman was.. But she hadn't any idea. She could feel something was off with her, and she didn't know what it was. Maybe she would find out.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "**\"The oni are one of the older races amongst the archipelago, so no surprise from me. A good sign, at least...\"**\n*Visions of fire flashed in Taito's mind's eye, recalling the hate-fueled glee that a burning city once ignited in her. Even to this day, she despised the decadent and callous attitudes of those nobility, but her resentment had subsided by now. After all, she had lived a lifetime more than a retainer was supposed to. Again she regarded Matime with a pensive look, hoping that the blight of vampirism hadn't spread to these new families.*\n**\"The gates are beautiful, even from here...\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***Eheh.. I know, right? The one thing I'd have to give to that city is how beautiful it is. Not a lot of places in this world can live up to a standard like that.\"***\n\n*Matime moved her hand in a \"Follow me\" Motion, starting to head towards the direction of the large kingdom gates. Since there wasn't entirely anything else to discuss, she'd been thinking they would probably go on their separate ways once she entered the city walls.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*The pair passed through the gates, the stark white walls curling far beyond their vision. Guards watched curiously, none making any moves to stop them; the lack of visitors engendering complacency in their patrols. They weren't merchants either, so not goods required inspection. The city itself seemed vast from this entrance, the criss-crossing roads slowly rising up the incline, the numerous buildings all varying in size and altitude. The style had changed little since Taito's last visit, yet she noticed the differences. She rested a hand on the handle of her katana, keeping in pace with Matime as she marveled.*\n**\"Home again, hm? It's a different atmosphere to the old capital, but it has a charm...\"**" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "***\"I understand the feeling.. Well, I actually think I must be off, now. I have a lot I must discuss with my parents if I want to properly justifying coming back within 5 years..\"***\n\n*Matime laughed nervously, turning around after a short walk away from the gates and holding her large, blue hand put towards the woman. She wasn't necessarily a bad woman herself, but she also really truly didn't know what else she was meant to do after the horribly long walk.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*Taito grinned, nodding appreciatively and clasping her hand with vigour.*\n\n**\"Aye, good luck young miss! I'll be wandering about for a while, so do say hello if you catch sight. I'm not hard to miss.\"**\n*As she said 'hard to miss', her eyes would glow a brilliant crimson, quickly releasing the hand and turning towards the city interior - waving with her free hand as she ambled into the crowd...*" }, { "author": "Matime Kurushimeru, The Oni", "message": "*Matime narrowed her eyes a moment as the crimson glow appeared, and as she turned away she let out a rather loud, almost booming laugh. A vampire, huh? There was no mistaking it. She'd fought them before. Fearsome foes, that's for sure..*\n\n*At least she was aware there were some good people in the world still. Or maybe she was being played for a fool.. Either way, she didn't entirely mind. She needed people to talk to anyways.*\n\n*And on that note, she walked off as well, enjoying the memories that may come out of the discussion they had..*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*The girl looked at her curiously, her head tilting to the side. She picked up the glass of milk, taking a very, very long sip as Yoshizawa spoke before setting it down.*\n\n\"Do I... Know you?\"\n\n*Cuo tenatively extended her hand. She still wasn't used to the gesture; she had seen others do it, but she herself had not done it often. Her hand was small and slender, but it had a certain firmness to it.*\n\n\"I'm Cuo. Just what do you mean?\"\n\n*The summoner was skeptical. In the past, she had done some not so good things, and the people she knew had tried to get back at her. Many times, they failed, but had come close more than once.*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Yoshi-*She smiled softly, and shook the girl's hand. Her own is rather soft, and not as developed from hard-work as other hands could be. She waited a moment to respond to the question, thinking carefully of how she would word her next sentences.*\n\n\"Well, a pleasure to meet you, miss Cuo.\"\n\n*She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice a little.*\n\n\"Judging by the peoples... Rumors. You seem to be, a type of...\"\n\n*She looked about, with a soft grin.\n\n\"A Necromancer. At the very least, you seem to be quite the potential protégé. But... Perhaps I am merely getting a head of myself, and we should get to know each other better.\"\n\n*She admitted, leaning back to a normal conversation's distance.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo blinked. A necromancer? She had been called a witch, a monster, or a curse. Never before had she heard this word being used before, only maybe once or twice.*\n\n\"What's a necromancer? And a... Protégé?\"\n\n*The girl just looked curiously at Yoshizawa. She semed to take interest in her, not like the others. Something was different. She knew what getting to know each other meant; she had seen others do it.*\n\n\"What did you plan on doing?\"\n\n*The necromancer clasped her hands together near her legs, smiling.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yoshizawa Hayashi", "message": "*She listened to the girl's questions, her smile growing. She hadn't expected things to go so well, with the scared citizens of the town.*\n\n\"Necromancers...\"\n\n*She started, leaning a little close again.*\n\n\"They are an especially unique kind of magically gifted people. The sort who usually speak to the dead. Or use the dead as their allies. As for a Protégé, well. That would be an apprentice. I am a wandering mage, and lately, I've grown tired of hiring mercenaries to travel with me, too many frightened little children who think I'll turn them into toads. I'm sure you know the feeling?\"\n\n*She asked, with a small giggle. She raised her hand up to the counter, to order them a drink or two.*\n\n\"Two drinks for me, and my new friend Cuo, bartender.\"\n\n*She called out, before returning her focus on the girl before her, and thought of just what she would do to get to know her better.*\n\n\"For now, I think, we can enjoy a drink together. Chat, and perhaps... More to come, if things pan out?\"\n\n*She offered, as she grew to naturally relax more.*\n\n\"I was born here in Runra, a very long time ago, about two and a half centuries ago, if I remember right. After awhile, you start losing track.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Oooh, so like when I talk to ghosts!\"\n\n*The bartender gulped. He clearly wasn't comfortable around the two, but proceeded to get the two drinks anyway.*\n\n\"I don't think people like talking about ghosts though. Mr. Beer man didn't seem to like it.\"\n\n*Cuo tilted her head at the possibility of being an apprentice. She had been taught before. She had had many, many negative experiences with being taught. Always the worst of her class, made fun of, left out, ignored... A dark pool soon formed in her eyes.*\n\n*But then she remembered Hinokaeru. The one who had faith in her, and treated her kindly. She wanted something like that again.*\n\n\"Ok! Yeah, no one wants to play with me. They get scared when I show them a dead rat.\"\n\n*The kunoichi showed signs of relaxing as well, leaning back and crossing her legs.*\n\n\"I don't really know where I'm from. Just a temple in the forest.\"" }, { "author": "Yoshizawa Hayashi", "message": "\"Exactly, darling. Just like that.\"\n\n*She would send a charming wink to the bartender as he got them their order.*\n\n\"Not many seem to like the idea of communicating with those passed. I knew a lad in my youth who did similar, spoke to his ancestors, or least, so he thought. Its hard to tell sometimes he mentioned. Or maybe it just the method he used, I'm not really sure. Perhaps, we'll have things to each one an other?\"\n\n*She offered, leaning back, as she took her drink, taking a small sip.*\n\n\"Many of those beneath us are easily frightened by such simplicities. Sometimes, merely being a mage itself seems to scare them. I think its the things we can do, that they can't, that scares them. Though, you have to admit, being able to raise their ancestors as warriors, can perhaps be a scary prospect.\"\n\n*She admitted, taking another sip, as she saw the dark pool in the girl's eyes. She hadn't known much troubles herself, but... She understood hard lives, thanks to other mages she knew.*\n\n\"Well... I would be willing to play, teach, and see to your needs.\"\n\n*She stiffened a little, when she heard the girl was from a temple in a forest. She grew quiet a little, and reached over to gently squeeze the girl's hand, reassuringly.*\n\n\"Well, I'm sure it had its merits growing up, I was born amongst the former noble clan Hayashi, before... Well, before my Nephew ran it to ground, when he... Disappeared one day, never to be seen again, with the family's ancestral blade, our proof of our nobility, and right to rule, lost forever. But... Please, feel free to tell me more about yourself, Cuo. I am quite interested in learning more.\"\n\n*She said, before smiling at the girl with a small nod to her, to keep talking of her life, if she wanted.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Who's askin'?\"\n*From within the crowded streets of Runra's frontier cities, ancient walls and ports hugging the coast for miles across, an older clerk leered suspiciously at a newcomer. From her features, he could tell she was native, while a few shades paler than his own skin. The trouble was that he didn't recognise her, and unfamiliar faces asking the questions she did never bade well. He shifted in his seat, thankful that there was a row of desks separating him from the swordswoman.*\n\n\"Just an old acquaintance. I heard this place was owned by her family, and thought I'd ask after her.\"\n*Taito gave little away for now, aware that most of the room would be listening, preferring to glean what she could from the gentleman's reactions.*\n\n\"...If you can't name yourself, then there's little to be done. House Yirek speaks not to strangers. Now leave, before I call the guards.\"\n*He barked back, pulling his wispy hair from his eyes as he lowered his head, ignoring her in favour of his work. The ronin clenched her jaw, but said little more as she left - her katana sheathe clicking against her belt loudly, a few of the wandering staff members eyeing her warily. \n\nSpilling out into the busy thoroughfare, she followed the current of people deeper into the city, openly flaunting her long canines as she yawned, scratching one of them with a finger.*\n\"Useful... But I need more information. Maybe some of the other estates. That snake Huron might be easier...\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo often thought of herself as an outlier. Someone who stood out in society due to her nature, or perhaps in the way in which she dressed. However, it was clear that there were others who surpassed her in this regard. A vampire, judging from the fangs and pale skin, who wielded a katana. Her armor seemed to be light, but maneuverable at the same time. A warrior for sure, but Cuo wanted to find out more. She had only stories about vampires, about how they sucked people's blood, turned into bats, melted when placed in running water. The necromancer remembered when she was once accused of being one; partially as a joke, but one that stung.*\n\n*She had seen the swordswoman walk into the shop, choosing to stay outside until she returned. Perhaps she was going to return to her cave? Or maybe some grand castle off in the woods, a spire worthy of a dark lord. Regardless, Cuo was curious. She peered at Kirosaki from the alleyways, trying to stay out of sight from the vampire. Said vampire would feel a prescence watching her as she walked through the streets.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki Taito", "message": "*The vampiress had always had a knack for sensing presences, but only when she focused. Even with her mind occupied on weaving through the crowd, wracking her brain for locations and names, she felt a set of eyes burn into her back. The crowd seemed to disperse ahead, a small clearing around the fountain and benches in the centre of the city. Once she was clear, her attention was turned towards whoever or whatever was watching, her eyes flashing crimson as a smirk crawled up her face.*\n\n\"Someone's found me... Wonder if it's an old friend.\"\n*She muttered under her breath, raising her katana up as it hung at her hip, sitting at one of the empty benches and watching the crowd swirl past.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*As Taito moved through the city, the crowd of people got less and less dense. Not only would this make it easier to spot her in the crowd, but it allowed Cuo to move closer, making it obvious that she was following the vampire.*\n\n*It was only when the woman turned around that Cuo realized that she was caught. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be hostile. Cuo simply smiled back, strolling over next to Kiro before sitting next to her, the large grimoire chained to her hip being placed on her lap.*\n\n\"Not an old friend... Hopefully a new one though. Are you really a vampire?\"\n\n*Cuo expressed a childlike wonder to her question, her eyes shining.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I've seen one once... It's like yours, but bigger! It ran away, but it was a beautiful creature.\"\n\n*Cuo nods. Garlic was indeed delicious. She wasn't sure why they didn't have any back at the temple. It certainly wasn't because they were vampires.*\n\n\"I'm Cuo! Cuo Xiao Lu. What's your name?\"\n\n*Cuo looked curiously at the garlic liking vampire. She certainly had more questions, but those might come later. The sword was also a point of interest; Cuo did have one on her person, but it was shorter, and in terrible shape.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"They're rare these days... Maybe it'll be something to go find, compare glares~\"\n*Taito jested, giving a loud cackle as she produced a stick of jerky - sinking a fang into a corner and tearing hard. If it wasn't for the pale skin and large canines, it'd be difficult to tell her apart from a normal human. But even with how mundane she seemed, she chafed slightly under the direct sun, clearly uncomfortable for the most part.*\n\n\"Kirosaki Taito. Just Taito is fine, miss Cuo. You native?\"\n*She soon asked, splitting her stick and offering the other piece with a grunt. Her attention flicked to the crowd for a moment, a look of deep anger washing over her face as she muttered something in Runran under her breath.*\n**\"There she is, the snake...\"**" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"You would go after one? I just stumbled upon it by accident.\"\n\n*Cuo looked in awe as Taito said she would stare down a tiger. Maybe she could handle one, with that sword. Cuo certainly wouldn't risk it. Perhaps vampires were stronger than normal humans? Or faster? Or healed faster? The young girl took a closer look at Taito's skin; so vampires __did__ hate the sun, after all. Or at least, were uncomfortable under it.*\n\n\"That's a cool name. I'm... Not really sure.\"\n\n*Cuo peered into the crowd after Kirosaki's remark. Did she see a snake? And how did she know it was female?*\n\n\"What snake?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*The change in temperature was welcome to the vampiress, the heat of the day beginning to stress her out on top of the blistering sunlight. The darkening of Cuo's tone was something forlornly familiar, however: the few other vampires she had met took a similar cadence as they embraced their darker disposition. Taito wasn't keen - she never let her past define her before, she wasn't going to now.*\n\"Spirits, hm? You raise 'em as well..? I'm sure the folks 'round here wouldn't bat an eye at that sort, if memory serves...\"\n\n*Her voice dried as the topic surfaced, still leaning into Cuo. The school was familiar to her, as many of her retainers had practiced it alongside their vampirism, but the specifics eluded her. She was a swordswoman, not a mage.*\n\"Finding what you're good at... At least you did it, instead of sticking to what you knew.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Well, I've found that some people tend to not like it. They think it's evil. Gives them the chills. Or maybe it's how I channel it. I know the book's made me stronger than before.\"\n\n*Cuo closed the book once more, and everything returned to normal. People could be seen leaving the square, as if an invisible force had beckoned them to leave. Cuo's magic was wholly unnatural, defying the natural law of order. It wasn't just summoning spirits.*\n\n\n\"A lot of people don't like necromancy. Sometimes I've had to fight off some people, and... It's not pretty. I've accidentally risen up the dead before by channeling too much necrotic energy into them.\"\n\n*Cuo let out a sigh. She probably would never be accepted into society; not only was her magic unorthodox, but it was 'dangerous', and she didn't know any societal norms to fit in. It was an easy target for persecution.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Yep, I've heard the same. I mean, I'd be a little pissed if someone raised my old friend or family member as a cadaver, y'know?\"\n*Taito supposed, running a finger along the blunt edge of her katana, then slowly sheathing it once more. She felt the comfortable cold fade, the sun once again battering her. Letting out a short sigh, she again smiled at Cuo, recognising her frustration.*\n\"Sounds like you're hanging with the wrong crowd. There's people out there who'd like your talents, maybe have somethin' for you to help 'em with.\"\n*The samurai clasped her shoulder hard, flashing another knowing grin as she nodded.*\n\"Besides, vampires like me are common around 'ere, an' I've taken a liking to you. I'm sure you'd find more friends easy.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Keeping up with business has left Kibaru quite exhausted. Having too keep up trade, make sure he's eatery is doing fine and having to build an entire village has left him with no other choice. He needed coffee. And plenty of it. Eve though Runra wasn't the best port to trade in coffee, he still had to make sure trade was going well with spices and foods*\n\n*The wolf Kemonomimi has bright blue tails, along with bright blue ears. His hard having a blue tint to it. He wore a snow white coat with fur lining, open to reveal his bare torso. Black pants town at the brown boots. His body was lean, but from his bare torso, his muscles were quite defined along with all the scaring on it. And the scar on his cheek, showing his prowess as a warrior*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*A few days ago Raijin had decided to leave Runra after the recent tragic events in her family. The Shiden house was one step away from collapsing completely, and she did not want to be there to see it. She still had hopes that one day she would be able to take back what they had, but until that happened, her mother and family would remain quiet on their land until she returned.*\n\n*The Air Macen walked around in her traditional casual clothes of her homeland, a kimono in shades of purple, fingerless gloves, sandals, and other types of accessories. Her dark purple hair was tied in a long braid behind her, swaying against the fabric of her clothing as she walked. To anyone who saw her, they could see a certain strength in her limbs with a fit physique.*\n\n*Walking through the port, she watched the movement around, noticing a Kemonomimi... Peculiar, in a way.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The port was quite busy and Kibaru had a book in hand and wrote down any time his crew would take something off or take something aboard. The frown on his face made clear he was strict about what got on and what didn't. He saw the woman in her purple Kimono and with a few seconds of his face relaxing, he looked at her. Then back to the crew passing by as he noted that again*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*Hm, he caught Rai's attention. He seemed to be taking care of business matters, maybe he could get her away from Runra. The woman approached without much hesitation, she seemed confident about every step she took. When she got close enough, she let out a low voice.*\n\n\"Good afternoon, sir, would you happen to have a boat available? I have money in case it is needed.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru pointed towards the large vessel to his side* \"This is my ship. Right now we're loading spice and we're planning on heading towards salvainia. If you want to get it, its gona cost a small amount. Nothing to outrageous, but cargo is cargo.\" *The way she walked made him think she was royalty*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*A satisfied smile went up Raijin's lips at the okamimi's answer. She nodded simply and firmly, confirming the agreement without any complaints. \"That's right.\" She fiddled with a small purse she carried across her shoulders and torso, taking out a small coin purse and waving it weakly in front of him. \"Tell me the amount and I'm willing to pay.\"*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That should cover it if you don't have any other cargo than yourself. We'll be providing meals for a little extra. But for now we've got a little bit of time before we depart. You can either get on now or later. Payment will be accepted after you get to where you want to go.\" *Kibaru's attitude seemed professional and it seemed like he done this before*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Okay.\" *She agreed after listening patiently to what the man had to say about the trip and payment. As long as, there was no reason for her to get on the boat at the moment. It didn't look like she would be leaving for a time that she could use for anything other than being there waiting. Instead she ran her eyes over the kemonomimi on her side curious. She remained silent next to him, not so close as not to cause discomfort, but she didn't have much to do except watch the chaotic movement of the port.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Good\" *Kibaru continued jotting down thing, but he would turn his gaze back at the maven before turning back and closing his book* \"Well. That's everything I need. The rest I'll have to make of when were unloading.Speaking of which. You want to go grab something to eat?\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*Raijin's purplish gaze landed on Kibaru the moment she heard the book close in his hands.* \"Something to eat? I believe we can go to some of the restaurants here, I hear there's great food on the coast.\" *Raijin herself didn't usually come to the coast, so she had never tried anything from here, it was more of a hope than a certainty.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well then. That sounds like a plan\" *Kibaru put the book into this coat before gesturing for her to lead the way forwards* \"If you would be so kinda as so show me the way, madam\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*The woman smiled small at the okamimi before turning and starting to walk across the hard, damp ground. She guided them to a small restaurant, there were not many people inside. It looked comfortable despite everything.* \"I think this one should do.\" *She spoke confidently with the same calm tone of voice as always. Raijin pulled one of the benches to sit at a round table.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well then. I guess this is where we'll be eating then. Know what the place offers by any chance?\" *Kibaru noticed now that she wasn't really familiar with this place, but there had to be a reason for her picking this spot. As he waited for the answer, he sat down at the table as well*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Pork with traditional seasonings. I heard it's great.\" *The Macen answered simply, appearing distant for a brief moment afterwards.* \"I'm Raijin, by the way.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Pork. Now you're talking my langue. Ahem.\" *Kibaru stood up to give a brief bow as he introduced himself* \"Names Okami. Nice to make your acquittance milady\" \n\n*Kibaru looked like he was from Runra, but also had a sense of being a foreigner. But his Runran was fluent as he spoke*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*She was somewhat surprised by the wolf's polite manner, letting a little show in her expression. It wasn't unusual, but it was still surprising to see, even more so when it was a stranger.* \"It is a pleasure to meet you, Okami. I hope we have a good time together.\" *She bowed back with her head in a more discreet, but still perceptible way to him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru sat back down again before someone would come along and take their orders. Kibaru seemed quite exited to try some of this place's food* \"So. I assume you're from more inland of Runra?\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"I come from a little further northeast of Runra, yes. I intend to travel for a few months before returning to my home. How about you? Your Runran is a good one, and considering your species, I assume you're from around here?\" *She decided not to reveal too much about her own home or life, preferring to remain more private at this time.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... My grand parents came from here. The traveled down south to salvania. That's where my mother was born. My father came from Dezibia. I tried returning here to my clan... Unfortunately it's been decimated. Probably the reason my grads fled. But we've been building back up. Finding lost relatives and trying to reestablish our clan... Ahem.\" *Kibaru shook his head before putting his finger to his lips* \"Just keep our rebuilding a secret\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*Raijin showed her interest in hearing what her new acquaintance had to say about his origin. It was something she found good to pay attention to. As long as she was a little taken aback by the quote of a clan rebuilding itself. It looked like her way too much.* \"Ahhh, don't worry!\" *She waved both hands in front of her in signal.* \"I can say that my family has its secrets too.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh. Well not really a secret as it's more... A best-kept-quite-about type of thing. Unfortunately I sometimes forget myself and slip things about myself that I should. But I believe I can trust you. Especially considering you're heading out\" *At least her reaction wasn't one of his enemy. Or of someone he'd have to dispose of. In all fairness this was a good enough test on it's own*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*Raijin smiled gently at Okami, his eyes showing the same feeling as his lips did. She was genuinely happy to hear that, maybe she needed to talk to someone.* \"I am glad to hear that, Mr. Okami. I put my trust in you and your ship.\" *She nodded her head again.* \"Tell me, what is it like in Salvainia?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "It's way different. The smell, the buildings, what people wear and even the sounds. It feels like a completely diffrent world than here in Runra. Even what they sell is different. However, there are some traces of Runra if you look close enough\" *Kibaru enjoyed traveling to diffrent nations and experiencing all the diffrent changes*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"I have never left the Runran territory, I look forward to seeing the different cultures on the mainland. The only stories I heard were from my brother, Rin. He used to travel a lot.\" *She offered a distant smile, resting one arm on the table.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh. Was he a traveller too?\" *By the sounds of it, he assumed he died, but he didn't want to make his assumption outload. Soon after the food would arrive to their table* \"Wow. This looks great. Time to eat\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Yes... He loved to travel, and when he came home he would tell me about all kinds of adventures he had in foreign lands.\" *Raijin looked at his plate of food, he had ordered pork with some spices, along with rice wine. She clasped her hands in front of her and closed her eyes, reciting something in Runran under her breath before trying a piece.* \"Hmm! It tastes good!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would do the same, using Runra as well* \"Thanks for the food. May you return to the cycle of life\" *He then opened his eyes, before starting to eat* \"Mmmm. Not bad. The seasoning is allot different than what I usually use\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"You know... I brought us here because my brother used to talk about the food.\" *Her gaze became sadder as the words left her lips.* \"Apparently he never lied.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yes he didn't\" *Kibaru smiled at that statement as he continued eating* \"You're lucky to have had such an amazing older brother... Wish mine was that awesome\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Oh? I'm sorry you have to wish for that... But if it makes you a little happier, my brother was not very present in my life after all.\" *She offered Okami a smile with kindness and sadness. She ate another piece of the pork, savoring the spicy flavor.* \"You know how it is, always busy with something, always carrying some responsibility... \"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. My brother was also not very present... And not because of responsibilities... Not to take care of them anyway. He mostly just drinks and runs from all his problems. I'm kind of glad I haven't seen him. Or else he might try to kill me again.\" *Kibaru said with a frown, clearly his brother made him mad*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*'...Try to kill me again.'*\n\n*Raijin was surprised by Okami's revelation.* \"Did your brother try to kill you? I'm sorry to hear that.\" *She thought for a brief moment, perhaps it would be better to change the subject of the conversation.* \"Do you have any special interests?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hunting and cooking. That and the occasional combat\" *Kibaru shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts* \"You?\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"I like to enjoy a good sword fight. Besides enjoying the company of nature, I would say.\" *She smiled.* \"I would like to improve my cooking skill, I admit.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, you into combat too... Well how does a friendly sparing match sound?\" *Kibaru's grin appeared on his face with the idea*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Sounds like a great idea to me, we should set up a day to practice together...\" *She took a sip of the rice wine, her purple eyes rising to meet Okami's gaze.* \"But I'm warning you, don't take it easy.\" *She said in a serious tone with a hint of humor, he could certainly understand that it was more like a friendly challenge.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Mhm.\" *Raijin smiled gently at the okamimi, eating another piece of her pork. She waited a few seconds to swallow and answer him.* \"I believe people nowadays aren't so gentle. You, on the other hand, accompanied me to lunch after accepting me on your ship. I find that interesting.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, it;s only goo manners. Not to mention, you never know when you might come across someone that you will regret not showing some kindness. Who knows, you mighht be able to return the favour one day\" *Kibaru said with a smile as he continued eating his food with a smile*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"Hmm, thinking along those lines I agree with you. It never hurts to show kindness to those around you, the future will always be uncertain. But despite the uncertainty, I believe we will have a great trip.\" *She said optimistically, her skin tugging from her smile leaving the dot under her eye marked.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "[Forgot the name for a moment]" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru smiled back at her before finishing his food* \"Speaking of which, I think we should be ready for departure soon enough. Anything else you want to grab before we go?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru paid his portions to before heading back to the boat* \"Vey well then let's go. I do believe you'll be amazed when we get to the gate\"" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*Raijin followed Okami toward the boat, enjoying the cool breeze offered by the coast. Her eyes sparkled at the mention of the gate, since she had never seen one up close.* \"I have to admit I've never seen one before.\" *She stood on the wooden edge of the boat with her hands clasped, purple eyes fixed on the sea waters that surrounded them.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, I figured. These gates only appear in the ocean or a deep sea. Maybe the gates just like the bitterness of sea water\" *Kibaru chuckled at the joked before he led her onto the boat* \"You ready to finally leave your homeland?\" *He smiled at her with the question. He always enjoyed the sight of people starting their Journey to far off places*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "*She tried to hold back the smile that climbed the corners of her lips at the joke made by the okamimi, wondering whether it was really funny or not. She watched him smile as he asked her.* \"More ready than I've ever been.\" *Her eyes once again landed on the waves that surrounded them. Somewhere on the horizon, she could see her future.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well then. I guess it's to late to turn back any more\" *Kibaru then look at the plank being pulled in, the anchor being raised and sails lowering* \"Off we go, Towards you're adventure forwards\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"I think two days are enough.\" *Raijin said nodding her head slowly.* \"Where did you learn to fight, Okami?\" *She turned her head toward the okamimi with an arched eyebrow.* \"I learned it myself in my family home from my brother, although he was kind of forced to by my teenage insistence.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Me... I was thought by my grandfather who was part of a army and thus a war. My grandmother also thought me some magic. My skills with the bow I picked up from my father who was a hunter\" *Kibaru smiled as he remembered the lessons* \"Grandfather and grandmother kind of forced me to train everyday. Didn't want me ending up like my parents*" }, { "author": "Raijin 'Raiden' Shiden", "message": "\"I guess in a way training every day must have made you well prepared. In my family only men used to wield the katana, but I can say that my insistence won my brother over.\" *She smiled satisfied, as if she had her brother by her side at that moment.*" } ]

[ { "author": "lithejester", "message": "_Eccentric after winning his first battle, Berdetak would converse with these strange folk he's barely ever spoken too. All he would know is that he was here to show off to an extent, So the pig would get a gage of strength? Or perhaps the generals in the crowd would learn he and his village weren't to be trifled with. Despite those thoughts he was more interested in learning about these strange new faces he was tossed into fighting with._" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "\"So why are we here again? And who are you guys? Sorry if I forgot about you, it's been a minute since I've been outside the village...\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Kaori was watching the group pass by, her gaze settling on the Lizardfolk speaking who sounded as if he were pretty new to the area. She decided to approach him in attempt of drawing him away from the rest.*\"Hey, nice battle out there.\"*Kaori said to him as she walked over.*\"Don't really get to see too many mages around.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_Confused by the interruption he states:_ \"Oh... Why thank you! Guess I am rarer than I thought it was... Um perhaps who might you be? I'm Berdetak btw it's a pleasure to meet you Madame.\" _he would then put out his puppet hand for her to shake._" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Kaori.\"*She responds, giving him a rather firm handshake as she never left eye contact with him.*\"A real pleasure to meet a champion. Are you planning on watching the other rounds? It's probably better to find a seat to avoid getting trampled with by everyone walking through.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_During the handshake his wooden hand pops off from the forearm._ \"Oop, looks like I forgot to tighten that... A champion you say? I wouldn't go that far but thank you. A seat sounds nice I've been standing around for a while, It would be nice to take a load off for a bit. You have a spot?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Right...\"*She says slowly, looking at the detached arm and placing awkwardly back where it assumingely was meant to go.*\"Who knows, you do good enough in the next few rounds and you may well be.\"*She continued before answering his next question.*\"Of course. It's got a good view of the place. This way.\"*She says, gesturing for him to follow as she headed off into the crowd.*" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_He would tighten the hand back on and make sure it clicked this time._ \"Alrighty!\" _He would then follow her._" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*Occasionally Kaori disappeared off into the crowd before reappearing once more on another side of it. She led the Reptilian to the stands where there was still a few open seats left and decided to take one for herself as she waited for Berdetak to join her.*" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_Towering over most of the crowd he would follow her without much issue. Then when he caught up to her he would sit beside her, flowing back his cloak._ \"Do you know who is fighting next?\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Not sure just yet. Seems like they having an intermission right now. I'm still pretty new here, so first time really checking out there tournaments.\"*She says, leaning back in her seat casually and looking back over to Berdetak.*\"What about you? Typically an arena brawler amongst the locals?\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "\"Oh I've never been here before, I'm only here because mlord wanted me to be. I typically don't fight either. So this whole scene is very new to me.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Your lord?\"*She asks him.*\"I recalled your group dedicating your victory to Dilarbo. Is that who you mean?\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "\"No my lord is a man who just recently started a town, he owns the town, I built the homes, he's my lord in the sense he owns the land. He's usually the guy who tells me what to do because I wouldn't have such a marvelous job without him. I personally don't know DiLaRBO at all it was just what everyone else went with.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She eyed him for a long while. This was going to be one odd group.*\"So what brings you into arena brawling then? Just trying to find something to occupy yourself during the festival?\"*She asks.*" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "Oh I could care less about fighting, I'm just here to practice because mlord requested it... Pass the time? So I could have \"The ability to fight off intruders\"? Which I already have but a more \"Hands on approach is recommended if your enemies have invaded the interior parts of your home.\" Is what mlord says anyways. I much prefer conversation or discussion over fighting, it's still been fun though, I won't complain." } ]

[ { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"So you are here for the experience?\"*She reiterated, raising an eyebrow.*\"Well I'm not so sure how much experience arena brawls will give in such controlled conditions. Invaders typically have a lot more to lose than their pride. But I suppose there's still plenty of jobs around the area if you ever need the real hands on experience.\"*She offered a light shrug to the thought.*" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "If I may, why are you even speaking to me? Am I that interesting some stranger would pry and ask me why I'm even here? The situation is strange is all, do you want something from me?" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Of course not.\"*She said with a smile.*\"Not often you get to meet the round winners, I figured it be my only chance to get the opportunity. Just small talk is all. I'm pretty new around the area and thought I could figure out the whole reason behind the tournament. A special occasion, maybe? There's usually a reason participants join, but so far I've come up with nothing.\"*She paused, then flitted her gaze over to him.*\"Not taking up too much of your time, am I?\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "I see... I myself don't have a rhyme or reason for being here. I came because I was told to. I also don't have knowledge as to why this tournament is happening but I could care less at this time. Oh! You're not taking up my time... I was just suspicious of a stranger being so innocent and conversive to someone like myself. Please converse away I don't mind the conversation whatsoever ☺️." }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She let out a quiet chuckle in response.*\"Don't mind me. I'm just a spectator here until the festival ends.\"*Kaori responds.*\"I reckon they're just here to show off, but seems like you're just here to train and be done with it after. Planning on heading back home once this all wraps up? I hear there's a lot going on in Runra at the moment. I'm a little surprised they're still having festivals.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "I would indeed like to get back home sooner than later. The whole festival scene is new anyways so I'm not all that interested. I came to meet new people and learn more about those I know already so far you're the only person I've met who's bothered to even speak to me." }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Mmm a shame really. You seem like you're quite a charmer.\"*She says to him with the lightest smirk.*\"It's probably for the best you return home soon though. I hear that the warfare may be advancing around here, somewhere. Assuming you aren't from Runra anyways.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_He would blush at her flirty remark and be a little flustered when stating:_ \"I'm from Mentia actually.\" _His tone would then quickly shift to dread._ \"War does seem eminent but honestly it's been like that since I've been alive... I wonder when it will resolve. Heh... Childish of me to desire peace I guess. Not like I've done anything to help...\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Mm yes, though I suppose wars are driven by childish desires as well.\"*She said, leaning back and crossing a leg over the other.*\"I guess it doesn't matter where you go though. Still stuck with war. I'm sure the Mercenary work is flourishing in the area which I'd also assume would be a heavy contributor to how long it goes on for. If you really care to put an end to it, you'd likely have to be out on the lines, but it's like you said before, not much of an interest area of yours, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "\"Not necessarily, I help those who need it and protect the things I make and own but if the time comes I guess I wouldn't mind at least trying to help... Who knows though, I'm not much of a seeker type but I have a feeling something will happen soon.\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "\"Wouldn't stick around to find out if I were you. Unless you favor your chances in getting involved in all the warfare. Every side will seem like they need help.\"*She gives a shrug and goes back to watching the fight.*\"But that's nothing to worry about now. It's a festival and all. A 'Warlord' Festival.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_He would remain silent and just watch._" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*As it seemed like another battle was about concluding and people began prepping the field for the next, she glanced back at Berdetak.*\"Looks like you're up next.\"*She says.*\"Good luck out there.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "\"I'll try my best! Thank you for your interaction it was a pleasure to meet you!\" _He would bow to her and then hobble off._\n\n\"Maybe we'll meet again then? If you ever want to have some tea or a nice cookie come to Sento!\"" }, { "author": "Kaori Shino", "message": "*She gave an unwavering stare towards him.*\"There's always a chance.\"*Kaori says with a smile.*\"Should run along now, wouldn't want to miss your match.\"" }, { "author": "Berdetak", "message": "_He would wave back at her while running off to his next duel._" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*The Warlord Dilrabo, a Monkey Kemonomimi would be at the tournament grounds' infirmary where healers would be focused on treating the mens' injuries both magical and mundane. She paced along the beds of her wizard & soldiers, thinking of what to say. What could she even say? They lost, and embarrassed her along with another squad previously today.*\n\n\"Men... You have brought me much to think over today. You fought well. Unfortunately, well was not enough today. But there will be other chances in the coming days.\"\n\n*She spoke, with a bit of uncertainty to her voice. Her thoughts racing as she turned to begin her next bit of pacing.*\n\n\"Fortunately, since they dedicated the victory to me, I have gained some renown back. But what happened out there? It was like you all just... Froze at one point.\"\n\n*For better or worse for Dilrabo, her men did not answer her question.*" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "*Still clad in his storm-blue armor, his Nagamaki sheathed at his hip, the blond ronin headed over to Dilrabo's station. Yes, the victory was dedicated to her, but having your own soldiers lose to outsiders wasn't exactly the best impression.*\n\n*Once he arrived, he would look over the injured, then to Dilrabo herself.*\n\n\"Warlord Dilrabo.\"\n\n*The blond bowed, then turned and bowed to to the injured soldiers.*\n\n\"Your men fought valiantly today. You should be proud.\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*She turned towards the sound of an armored clad warrior who entered the infirmary, raising an eyebrow before recognition hit her. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, and she nodded at him.*\n\n\"You're that one fighting with that mercenary squad, right?\"\n\n*She took a moment regarding what he said, while trying to recall the name the announcer spoke for him, when their squad was called into the ring.*\n\n\"Subarashi I believe? And yes they did fight well, and that is all I can ever ask of my men ultimately to fight well. I imagine they were unprepared for a real fight, compared to what the others would throw at them here.\"\n\n*She regarded the man for a moment.*\n\n\"You sound like one of those raised within the Empire, I assume you were born in the... More *Civilized* Lands?\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"I am indeed. Are they not experienced with real combat? It wouldn't have mattered; I believe my teammates to be far stronger than I am, or any other soldier for that matter. It is not shameful to lose to someone stronger; rather, it is courageous to willingly fight against them. I'm sure you would understand.\"\n\n*Subarashi looked to the soldiers with brilliant blue eyes, shining with the power of the heavens, though his physical shape left a bit to be desired. There did seem to be something... Off, about him though. As if the light and darkness within him were pushed to opposite ends instead of being canceled out.*\n\n\"To call them civilized would be accurate on the only the surface. When people aren't fighting with blades, they do so with words and social standing. No matter how calm the lake seems, there's always hunters underneath, and fishermen waiting to seize an opportunity.\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*Dilrabo would listen as he questioned about her troops experience, with a small shrug. And she nodded in agreement that his teammates were quite strong, compared to the usual soldiers least. All in all she saw a lot that she agreed within him.*\n\n\"Up here, more often than not a 'battle' is really just amassing some troops and marching on your rival, who usually just scurries away as you approach. The few fights we have directly are akin to skirmishes you'd see along our borders with the Imperial Army. Two groups harassing each other, then breaking off before the committed battle can happen.\"\n\n*She noted his brilliant blue eyes, and that something was off. She could vaguely recognize he had inner demons, and nodded her head.*\n\n\"Well, perhaps they aren't much better than us.\"\n\n*She agreed with a nod, as she rubbed her chin in thought.*\n\n\"To a lot of us, having stone walls to protect a city is... Quite a different way to live. Most of us are horsemen, and used to travelling. Even now we still think of our past ways and wander as the wanderlust hits.\"\n\n*She mused over his words on how not all battles are fought with blades. It was something she understood well it would seem, as she nodded slowly.*\n\n\"Not too dissimilar to us then. Many of my fellows would leap at the chance to kill one another, if not for the tournament rules and the watchful eyes of everyone else.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*Dilrabo listened to him. She mused over what he had to say, with a nod. She felt she understood, at least a little of good deeds for those who had passed. His comment of dedicating the battles to her did touch her, and she grew quiet for a moment, nodding once more.*\n\n\"Well... I suppose I am the underdog of my fellow Warlords. Its no secret much of my arms and armor is shipped from the Imperial side of Runra. Forging heavy armor, and enough weapons to outfit a sizeable force is... You could say quite the feat when your society may want to spring up from their shelters and wander the lands.\"\n\n*She looked back at her soldiers, one of which was able to rise out of the bed, albeit with a headache.*\n\n\"And I appreciate the gesture, having the matches dedicated to me. It also at least helps wean some of the shame of losing, despite being the best trained, and armed force of our Warlords. For all the good it does me, I suppose with the others' way of thinking...\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"No way to produce them locally, huh?\"\n\n*Subarashi looked to one of the soldiers, and he waved. He couldn't tell if he personally downed said soldier, but his comrades __were__ quite strong, after all. If he did, all the better; it would act as an apology.*\n\n\"Oh, of course. If say one of your top generals had enterered the battle, I'm sure it would have been far different. As for the rest of the warlord's thinking, we'll have to see what happens in the other rounds. The one with the Salvanian girl interests me. She seems to be singing during combat?\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "*She shook her head a little at his question of producing, with a bit of a shrug.*\n\n\"Not to the numbers needed, no. I could only field a fraction if I relied only on my own capabilities, even then I would still need to import the ores. Like, for example my lighter armored cavalry could be fielded no issue with my own production capabilities. Spear tips, and some metal reinforcements for armor is cheap, and easy compared to plates, and swords. But for every bit used there, is less for the armor and weapons for my other men. A balancing act if you will. If anything I worry about the supply issues if war is declared. Especially since I know my rivals will clamor to loot my men if we lose a battle, further straining my need for equipment... But that is hardly your own concern.\"\n\n*She said, with a weak smile, and the soldier, depsite groaning from the headache, and soreness from the fight did wave back a little. Then he went to leave the tent, to go return to his other duties now that his fighting, and resting was done.*\n\n\"That girl, Crystal I believe is her name? She does indeed seem to sing mid battle. I hear she's scheduled to fight Javohir's men soon. Hope she does well, though I hear the mage fighting her in that match is a bit... Suspect you could say. Mostly rumors, but, I have learned that sometimes even soldiers' rumors can need looking into. We will have to see when the match happens, I suppose.\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"That's a high risk to pay. It seems to pay off though.\"\n\n*So Dilrabo had an army of high investment and high effectiveness. However, that made losses ever more devastating.*\n\n\"That's definitely a Salvanian name. I think people underestimate how hard it is to do what she's doing-not only casting magic, but putting on a performance as well. Oh? Well, if the rumors are true, I'll dispose of him myself.\"\n\n*A smile appears on Subarashi's face, indicating that he's clearly joking, but there seemed to be a smidge of truth to his words.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "\"It pays off well enough. My men are still some of the fiercest warriors we have...\"\n\n*She takes a moment to glance back at the remaining squad in the beds, shaking her head a little.*\n\n\"When they aren't paralyzed with fear from a mercenary force, at least.\"\n\n*She says it with a small laugh, and a bit of a smile.*\n\n\"I believe her name is Salvainian as well. But, to be honest many of those from the continent of Ramul Ta feel like their name could... Belong anywhere. Perhaps, that is my bias as a native Runran though, with the variety depending where you grow up. As for the rumors, I believe Javohir will deal with him, if anything should arise. He will need to save face when one of his own elite guards does something suspect.\"\n\n*She appreciates his joke, and smidge of truth to the word, however.*\n\n\"For now... We shall simply have to see how the tournament goes. If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind hearing a bit more about your life, before you signed up for Javohir's Tournament.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "\"Trained by the strongest, is a bold claim. But, from what I have seen of you, you are indeed one of the stronger I've met.\"\n\n*She had started it as a light joke, but her smile towards the man had grown, no doubt it showed she did least believe him to be fairly strong. Possibly moreso than most she knew.*\n\n\"That is certainly a noble goal to focus on fulfilling her wishes. I am sure she will be honored by it, when you eventually meet with her in the Afterlife yourself. Likely with plenty to say, if one chooses to believe how the Afterlife works, at least.\"" }, { "author": "Subarashi Hoshino", "message": "\"I'm still nowhere near her, and I'm probably about as old. She could probably fend off 10 ordinary soldiers at once.\"\n\n*Subarashi shook her head when she mentioned the afterlife.*\n\n\"I most likely won't go to Heaven with her. I've done some bad deeds myself.\"\n\n*Or rather, it was the failure to fulfill good ones. And the fact that he gave his soul to Sokenbepe in order to delay Fuku's judgement.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "\"That is quite the impressive feat. I don't know how many of my own men could handle something like that.\"\n\n*She admitted, and listened as he mentioned likely not going to the Afterlife like his master, and she raised an eyebrow, curious.*\n\n\"What makes you think your own bad deeds would be enough to bar access? Surely you aren't a member of one of those cults who sacrifice people and animals, or a murderer who slaughters anyone who is in your way?\"\n\n*She looks at him a few times, trying to picture either situation, or various others to understand why he wouldn't be allowed to rest in the Afterlife one day,*\n\n\"No, I don't think that quite fits you. Perhaps something else...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Having recently partaken in another match, Senri was now strolling about in the vicinity, checking out the various food stalls that she had not done so earlier. Already she had made some purchases - hefting a leg of lamb that was large enough even for herself. There were some spices on it that she didn't know of, but it tasted fine enough.\n\nAnd with the subject of sustenance settled, her mind wandered over to the previous matches in the past few days. Or more specifically, the other members in the team. They rotated around a lot.\n\nThe oni's interest, naturally, was drawn to the person that had been present throughout. A rather feisty young lady, in her opinion.\n\n\"Mhmm... Might as well.\" With another bite, she strolled off." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Recently after finishing a match, Crystal had gone off to the food stalls to check out some delicious Runran cuisine. She was absolutely giddy; ever since she had met her first teacher in Salvania, who was Runran herself, she had always yearned to get a taste of the food. Of course, she had to restrict herself a little; gaining too much weight wouldn't be a good look. For now though, she would enjoy the hot red bean Taiyaki she had just ordered.*\n\n*She took a stroll in the area, smelling everything delicious and trying to stop herself from eating it all. Maybe if she burned out her spellcasting in the next match? That way she would be able to stay slim.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "Recently, it seemed that there had been more people bumping into her. Was it finally time, perhaps, for Senri to do unto others what others had done unto her?\n\nAs it happened... Nope! The oni might have been preoccupied with chewing and sightseeing, but her detection capabilities had kicked in just in time, allowing her to avoid colliding with the person who she'd unknowingly crossed paths with.\n\nOf course, considering that it was *Just* In time, she'd just blundered right into the other party's personal space. Senri quickly stepped away.\n\n\"Ah, my apologies. I wasn't paying enough attention to... Hm? It's you.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Crystal too would not be paying attention to her surroundings, and almost walked right into the oni. However, Senri would feel something akin to a cushion of air keeping the two apart, keeping her personal space. Crystal slowly looked up; clearly she wasn't the best at reacting to physical obstacles.*\n\n\"Oh, no worries, things like this happen all the time. Me? Oh yes! I'm sure you saw me at the festival?\"\n\n*Crystal gave Senri a closer look before gasping.*\n\n\"Wait wait wait, you're on my team for the festival, oh dear, so sorry about that!\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Mikazuki", "message": "\"Don't worry about it, we haven't really spoken before.\" The oni scratched the side of her head somewhat awkwardly - It was rather difficult not to in such situations, and how was she to continue along this line of conversation? So she decided to switch subjects, sizing up the food item Crystal was holding.\n\n\"A fan of sweet foods?\" She nodded towards the taiyaki. \"There's a stall doing an ice cream version of that ahead, and one selling crepes as well.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Oh, uh, right! You guys do this for greetings and all right?\"\n\n*Crystal would do a bow, though she seemed a little stiff in doing in doing so.*\n\n\"I'm Crystal Bellerose.\"\n\n*She took a bite of her hot taiyaki, and her face immediately brightened. Seems that Senri was right.*\n\n\"I am, but stop tempting me! I can't eat too much of it, or I'll turn into a sack of lard!\"\n\n*Meanwhile Crystal was quite thin, and looked like perhaps she could use a bit more food.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Mhm, nice to meet you. I'm Senri.\" She too did a bow. Another second of contemplation later, a hand stretched out proffering a handshake.\n\nThe oni observed the... Situation(?) and noted down Crystal's very apparent lack of weight. Almost alarmingly so, even.\n\n*And where have I heard this song and dance before...*\n\nSenri might have been single, but the same did not apply for her siblings back home. The oni with over sixty years of life experience had long since become an aunt, and she recalled one of her nieces saying as much when she'd last visited.\n\n\"We can always split a single portion.\" Allowing herself a smile. \"You can take the first bites of each, and I'll finish up so it won't be a waste. This way, you can have a taste without overeating. Would that be alright?\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Crystal hastily accepted the handshake, careful not to drop her food. She seemed inexperienced in their culture, but remained confident and peppy.*\n\n\"Ooh, that sounds like a great idea! So like a half and half thing, right? Or, a 60 40, 70 30, yada yada-you get the idea. Oh, by the way, what filling is inside of these? Is it true that it's actually beans?\"\n\n*Crystal showed Senri the inside of her Taiyaki, which was indeed filled with red bean.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Yes, it's all red beans ground into paste. For this type at least - recently they've also been adding things such as custard or cheese, or even meat. Those would be more acquired tastes.\" From her smile, it seemed that Senri approved of such innovations, even if she herself might not have enjoyed some of them.\n\nAlthough there were certainly foodstuffs that did not belong in taiyaki, or perhaps even straight up sacrilegous to be spoken of in the same vein as the prior category... But that was another matter.\n\n\"I'll lead the way.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Wow! Back home, beans are more of a savory thing. Custard seems like it would fit. Cheese would be really salty... Though a meat and cheese one I could see.\"\n\n*Another bite was taken daintily, as if she was consciously attempting to not get food stuck on the corners of her mouth.*\n\n\"Sure thing!\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"At that point it leans more towards being savory than sweet, I would reckon.\"\n\nAnd lead the way Senri did, retracing her steps until they were six stalls away from their original position and facing a stall with a decent queue. With her height advantage, she could confirm that this was the stall selling crepes.\n\n\"Mhm, looks like business is doing well.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Hm, true. Though, maybe you could do both!\"\n\n*Crystal continued to slowly munch on her taiyaki, though she was making noticable progress on it.*\n\n\"Ooh, crepes! What fillings do they have?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"It seems to be mostly different types of fruits, plus the usual slab of cream... Hm?\"\n\nThe oni had caught sight of both the pricing board and something else she'd yet to see before.\n\n\"There's one in particular with both strawberries and some sort of... Brown squares? Whatever it is, it's a tad more expensive than the other options.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Brown squares? Hey, let's get it! Go in with a little mystery, right?\"\n\n*Crystal still had a hard time reading Runran, so she was still reliant on Senri in order to know exactly what she was looking at.*\n\n\"What do you think it is?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Heh, sounds good to me.\"\n\nStanding in line, the oni squinted at the words underneath that particular crepe.\n\n\"I cannot say I've seen this word in Runran before... Kakao? Kokoa? It feels like I'm still reading it slightly wrong... Still, it should be something sweet, given that everything else on the menu is.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Kokoa? Oh, maybe cocoa!? We have that back in my homeland, we call it 'chocolate' over there!\"\n\n*Crystal begin to stamp her feet in excitement. Chocolate, here in Runra? Without a doubt it would probably be one of the best things she's ever tasted.*\n\n\"Change of plans, I'll get my own.\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Chocolate, huh.\" That drew out a bit of nostalgia. She had had chocolate before, on a wintry night so long ago... In a wooden cup, as a drink. The exact taste of it had long since faded from her tastebuds, but she remembered that it had been exceedingly sweet.\n\nEither way, listening to Crystal's latest declaration drew a smile from the Oni. Can't eat too much, eh?\n\n\"Sure, it's almost our turn to order anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Yeah, back in Salvania, they typically come in these small bars. They're expensive though, so it's often used as a topping.\"\n\n*As the two arrived at the counter, Crystal would attempt to speak in broken Runran.*\n\n\"Two 'chocolate' and strawberry crepes please! Uh, that one!\"\n\n*She would point to the label if she couldn't get her message across.*\n\n\"My Runra is fine, right?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"The message certainly got across.\" The grinning Senri gestured at the staff, who had already gone ahead and started on the first crepe. As to whether it was thanks to the speech or the pointing, she certainly wasn't about to say anything. Shortly after, the staff would hand two crepes to Senri, who in turn handed one of them to Crystal before handing an equivalent number of coins back to the staff.\n\nThey had a brief exchange in Runran.\n\n\"She says you're doing well.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"(Runran) Oh thank you so much! I've been trying to practice more.\"\n\n*Crystal accepted the crepe, looking at it with excitement. She had finished her taiyaki already, which was absolutely delicious. In her excitement she had neglected a small bit of bean paste on her lip, only noticable to the eagle eyed.*\n\n*The Diamond Girl was about to bite into the crepe before looking to Senri.*\n\n\"Oh right, before that, I think you guys say... Itadakimas! That's right, right?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Uh-huh.\" Senri nodded, wandering if she should admit to not being a local either even though she spoke fluent Runran. On second thoughts, better not ruin the experience for the lass.\n\nThe crepe had a generous serving of cream - a tad too much from her perspective even - and it was probably going to give her a sugar crash later. Deciding not to think too deeply about it, the oni instead glanced at Crystal and then pointed at a corner of her own lips, as a reminder.\n\n\"Well then, itadakimasu~\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Crystal was having too much fun being obsessed with Runran culture to notice. Right now she was focused on the crepe. The extra cream was perfect for Crystal, who preferred extra. She took a bite, and her expression melted in pleasure.*\n\n\"Such deliciousness...\"\n\n*She made sure to properly wipe her mouth afterwards, taking note of Senri's hint.*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "Likewise, the oni bit into the crepe. The taste of milk wasn't too overpowering, and the strawberries weren't overripe. For her who'd grown up eating the same type of cuisine — it was alright.\n\nThe chocolate, as Crystal put it, on the other hand... That was a pleasant surprise. It was just slightly bitter, different from the hot chocolate that she'd drank before.\n\n\"I can see why the price tag was higher.\" She admitted, still savoring the lingering aftertaste." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Yes, the slightly bitterness of the chocolate, the freshness of the cream, and those sweet strawberries; it's amazing!\"\n\n*The crepe would proceed to be finished within a minute, Crystal delicately wiping her mouth as if she didn't just devour it like a bear.*\n\n\"Thanks for the suggestion. I'd not have tried it otherwise.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"It's always nice to see others appreciating Runran culture.\" Senri nodded absently, smiling as she watched Crystal's crepe vanish into thin air, as grains of snow were wont to do in the sun. She had barely gotten halfway through her own - the taste of the cream was building up after multiple bites. So she popped the rest into her mouth and swallowed it in one go.\n\nEvidently, Crystal had more room for dessert than she suggested otherwise. Might even have room for ice cream.\n\n\"Still hungry?\" She asked that question with a raised brow." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Hm... Yes.\"\n\n*Sweets were a guilty pleasure for the idol, and she had a hard time saying no. So when Senri broke those initial restrictions, the floodgates of desire broke loose and the drive for sweets rushed in like a roaring river.*\n\n\"So, where next?\"" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"Let's see... They've got a stall selling deep-fried ice cream somewhere, and then there's one selling traditional sweets off in the side street. There's no moon now, but one can always have some dango.\" The oni shrugged at the latter choice - the sweets of Keguntan were more of her palate, even if the items were the same.\n\n\"We'll go to whichever you want to eat more, so you decide.\"" }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Deep fried-wait what? But ice cream is cold, and it'll melt if you fry it-ooh, dango? I've been itching to try that! Does it require a moon?\"\n\n*Why did dango require a moon to be present?*" }, { "author": "Senri-no-Ichikawa", "message": "\"That's because eating it under the full moon makes it tastier.\" Senri fibbed with a straight face. It was technically true - the place and time did make a difference sometimes - which was the best kind of true. \"But it's good enough even without.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "It was her second day in Runra, she'd arrived in the day before. The boat trip was miserable, but she was here now and she was determined to make the best of it. She wasn't entirely sure when she was going to return \"Home\", but that wasn't what was on her mind at the moment, she planned on staying here until she got bored, then returning. That was the nice thing about traveling as she did, she had no obligations to anyone, and she could do as she pleased.\n\nTonight she was in a bar, she'd bought a book on the language of the area, and spent the entire trip studying it; using her shitty skills, she managed to negotiate with the owner of the bar, who agreed to pay her a decent amount for performing. The sun was setting and the building was beginning to fill as people finished work and sought some sort of relaxation in the tavern.\n\nAnd so she sang, she was alone in her performance per usual, playing her fiddle while singing a soft tune, and while nobody seemed to be paying special attention to her, it did provide a nice atmosphere to the bar. Her voice was soothing to listen to, and as one song came to a close she stepped to the side to take a quick break, drinking water and doing whatever else she had to do." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Crystal had been spending quite some time in Runra now. Singing at various places, working on her Runran, exploring the food, and of course, fighting at the tournament. It was unfortunate that she had to miss a round due to a various illness that sprung up, but it fortunately seemed to be resolved thanks to a certain ronin. Now, she would spend the night at a bar, hoping to get something out of it.*\n\n*What she didn't expact was another artist to be there already, and it looked to be a foreigner as well. She seemed to be playing with her fiddle while singing. Casually, nothing too spectacular. Crystal stood out a bit in the bar; not only was her hair color vastly different, she was also a foreigner, Salvanian, it seemed. Her clothes were Runran, though they seemed to be stylized in rose and gold. In her hand was a magic staff, made of metal for the shaft with a circular gem surrounded by a circle, and what seemed to be a crucifix design going through it.*\n\n*She came up to the performer, a smile on her face.*\n\n\"Woah, are you a performer? You don't look like you're from around here.\"" }, { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "Máilá wore clothes you could expect to see on literally anyone, they were nothing special. She had a hammer on the right side of her waist, and a beautiful amulet on the left. The piece had a translucent green gem as the centerpiece with a border of gold that was decorated with smaller gems of various other colors, it was the perfect size to be held in one's palm. Having both of these things visible helped deter anyone from messing with her, which worked in tandem with her somewhat intimidating stature.\n\nMáilá put her mug of water down, taking in the crowd, none of them were here to see her in particular, but she was glad she could play a part in the experience. She never sought fame or riches, she just liked to sing, and so she sang. She picked her fiddle and bow up, preparing to continue her performance until she was approached by someone.\n\nShe furrowed her eyebrows slightly, returning the smile, revealing canine teeth that were too sharp to belong to a normal Macen; she also had a tail, which was also a pretty good indicator that she wasn't like Crystal. \"Hello! Eh- Yes I am, I'm from... Out West.\" She responded with some semblance of enthusiasm in her voice. She didn't really have a reason for such a vague response." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Despite Maila's clothes, it was really her face that set her apart from the crowd. Crystal's attentive eyes noticed her ears, which wasn't out of the ordinary considering this was kemonomimi territory. Though she didn't show it, the hammer and the amulet, and her physical prowess was noticed as well.*\n\n\"The mainland's south of Runra dummy! At least, you look like someone from there. I'm from Salvanian myself, so I've gotten pretty good at distinguishing the locals from people like myself. Are you a performer?\"\n\n*Crystal seemed friendly enough, holding her staff behind her as not to get in the way.*" }, { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "\"Oh yeah, I forget.\" Máilá mumbled in response, letting out a small laugh. She rested her fiddle on the table beside her water, because while it wasn't heavy, she'd rather not be carrying anything she didn't need to. \"Yes, I'm a performer. I travel and sing and... That's really all.\" That simple explanation pretty much described her entire lifestyle. Her life was a simple one without many worries, but it was perfect for her." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"I thought so! Seems like I just caught the tail end of a song. So, what's up next?\"\n\n*Crystal pulled up a seat of her own, and ordered a light beer. Not enough to be drunk, but enough to show that she was here for a good time.*\n\n\"Nothing wrong with traveling and singing. It's a great life, just doing what you want.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "Máilá glanced to the side for a second, seemingly thinking. \"I'm not really sure.\" She shrugged, most of the times she played songs at random off the top of her head, she was far too free-spirited to actually sit down and make plans like that. \"I'll figure it out in a second I suppose.\" She added, cracking her fingers before picking her fiddle back up and stepping back to the small open area in which she'd play. \n\nAnd so she returned to playing her music, she played and played. She'd continue in her performance for the next few hours until the bar had been mostly emptied out save for a few souls. Once she recognized that the only people remaining were some drunks sulking in corners, she stopped playing. She took a deep breath and lowered her fiddle, looking towards Crystal." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Huh? You at least have to decide when going up there!\"\n\n*Maila would occasionally be paid attention to by the other foreigner, though she seemed to be drinking and talking to some people as well. It seems that she was well liked around here.*\n\n*After her performance, Crystal would still be there, a bit flushed from the drinks she had. She looked to her; it seems like she was waiting.*\n\n\"That was quite the show! I didn't catch your name; I hoped that I would have been able to catch it before you started playing again, but now's a perfectly good time! I'm Crystal!\"" }, { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "\"I'm Máilá.\" She'd say as she put her fiddle down and took a long sip out of her mug of water. She placed the cup down and took a deep breath, taking a seat as she observed the now mostly empty bar. \"It's good to meet you.\" She nodded with a small smile. She found herself awkwardly holding her bow, and so she put it beside her fiddle. Now came the part where she had to figure out where she was staying for the night, after collecting her payment of course. \"Do you know of any inns around here?\" She asked in a kind voice." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "*Crystal had hoped for a more... Enthusiastic response from Maila. Oh well. Maybe she was tired.*\n\n\"Hm, well, I'll tell you in exchange for the songs you played! I'm always interested in picking up songs myself!\"\n\n*Crystal took the magic staff, holding it like a guitar or a lute. Illusory magic strings appeared on it, and she played a chord that sounded like the real thing.*\n\n\"I do enjoy music quite a bit.\"" }, { "author": "Maila Salonen", "message": "\"Ah..\" She responded, pretending to understand what she was asking of her for a moment. This facade quickly fell away though, as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her in confusion. \"Do you want to know the names or..?\" She didn't really understand exactly what it was she was asking of her, even then she didn't really know anything about the songs other than how to play them. She hadn't learned a new song in years now.\n\nAs the staff became some sort of lute, she raised her eyebrows. \"Oh.\" She mumbled, never having seen anything like this before." }, { "author": "Crystal 'The Diamond Girl' Bellerose", "message": "\"Yes! And how to play them as well. I might end up trying out some of them myself. This one here is \"Racing into the Night.\"\n\n\"Seize a move, you're on me\nFalling, and we were dissolving\nYou and me, skies above and wide\nIt brings on the true night on me\"\n\n*A simple intro, paired with the strumming of guitar, the keys of piano, and the slightest hint of a snare drum was paired with it. Yet, there were no such instruments in sight.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*That did not go well at all.*\n\n*The dark elf was probably wondering what the hell she was talking about. Introducing with a request to someone whom she had never met, and not even for a fee? Right now, Ling was as open as she could possibly be, either willingly or not, and her face turned red with embarrassment.*\n\n*Her expression turns to confusion as Ehakli salutes her, though she doesn't know what the movement means. Neither did she know what 'mannerisms' were, or 'destinations' or 'greeting' or 'guidance' or 'respite'—too many big words made her head start to hurt. The Tholian might as well be speaking another dialect.*\n\n*But it seems that she got what she came for. For the second time in her life, she was lucky to find someone that could help her. All the other times was due to her own skill. Her own skill wouldn't seem obvious though, as her speech is short and even a bit timid, for someone who acted so confidently earlier.*\n\n\"Manawhat? Oh, ok. Just a mixup then.\"\n\n*Phew.*\n\n*A tea place? Ling wasn't a fan of tea; it reminded her of what her family drank at home. She tended to go for sake herself; much stronger, and definitely more expensive, though she had heard of pricey teas before. It was common for restaurants, bars and drink areas to have both options, so Ling simply nodded.*\n\n\"Thank you. It really means a lot to me.\"\n\n*That was the second time she had said that, ever.*\n\n*Ling begins to gracefully stroll towards the nearest bar, the 7 Leaves. She knew that tea was popular around there along with alcohol, so she hoped that it would suffice.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Now here was a more discernable text of subtle facial expressions that Ehakli could work with! Privately in her mind, Ehakli thanked the varied lessons of other courtiers she outlived that would bring her a sensibility to glean something even from the facial ticks of a foreigner with the hints of confusion that practically waved flags from this blushing swordswoman's countenance. As gifted as silnarian were in these things, they could not read minds, but perhaps the 'certain something' about this runran before Ehakli was in discovery a direct sort of simplicity in Ling's apparent intentions.*\n\n*It was interesting to the tholian, that someone moved for something so potentially simple could be so bold. Or, perhaps this was the particular artistry of an assassin's net one does in this land, but, it seemed to pique this Lymian well enough to follow. On Ling's more immediate facial reactions to the mention of tea, Ehakli voiced quickly after the runran's nod.* \"-Or really *Anything* One might find kind after a long travel.\" *She gestured a hand in some strange way as if to encourage Ling to move lest be possibly touched by hand at the small of her back* \"I simply wish to not sweat too much into my finer dress clothes, wherever we go, but let us go.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*And there it was. Noble privilege again, not wanting to dirty their 'fine clothing'...Whatever, the elf was helping her. She wasn't being cruel or demeaning either. Her footsteps become ever the more harder on the wooden dock, which soon transitions to cobblestone as they move into the marketplace.*\n\n*The 7 Leaves is marked by a symbol of, well, 7 leaves, arranged in a fan. The weird symbols Ling ignored; she didn't understand them anyway. Barstools were neatly arranged at the bar, and several tables were elevated, with various people chatting and drinking.*\n\n*Ling catches a few odd looks, and comparing her to others, it's clear that her 6 foot stature isn't normal, and neither is her red, flowing clothing. But Ehakli would definitely have more eyes on her; her form of wear was obviously foreign. Her method of walking, her look, and the overall aura she exuded was different.*\n\n*Someone attempts to whistle towards the two women, but is quickly shut up by a razor sharp glare from the swordswoman.*\n\n\"Sake, for me.\"\n\n*The bartender nods, having seen Ling a couple of times before, and slides over a cup and a gourd. The woman quickly downs a shot before exhaling loudly. Ignoring Ling, the bartender then nods to the Tholian.*\n\n\"What can I get for you, Ma'am?\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*The small journey to the marketplace on the tholian's end to Ling was marked with an unexpected shift in position after she had noticed another official from the ship out looking about from the dock trader's area they had just left behind. If Ling was the sort to pay attention to this sort of thing, she might have caught Ehakli strangely giving a wink to the other dark elf in the last moment before moving around a stacked stone wall, strangely as if to betray the previous effort to slip away unnoticed.*\n\n*From there to the Seven Leaves, Ling was spared much peace from Ehakli, as the dark elf said no words unprompted by Ling herself. There was even a moment where an outskirt merchant between the docks and marketplace tried to entice the tholian with cheap baubles, but the dark elf replied defensively in a much cruder runran tongue that she doesn't understand the language; an obvious lie. At least, to some degree.*\n\n*Inward, Ehakli found herself to enjoy the strange pleasure of following this determined local into an establishment. Normally she would hesitate at the threshold of a new place while carrying a smoking pipe, but if Ling had not flinched, so too not she. Really, the whole affair left the impression of an idle tourist, ripe for the picking of opportunists, but that changed when Ling severed clean a catcall with only a sudden glare. This move brought the tholian's attentions back into more acute focus. She reminded herself of coming into Hombaxia in the mid 850's, and let herself relax on the surface, keeping a sharp but subtle eye on Ling's social cues, intentional or otherwise.* \n\n\"Sake, for me also.\" *She said, in perhaps the simplest form of runran tongue she'd express since their entire encounter together.*\n\n\"So,\" *She looked to this very strange stranger.* \"You are, learning poetry?\" *It was somehow difficult to form the question. Ehakli still wasn't quite certain what this was all about, the bold statement at the docks aside.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The macen seems a bit lost in thought as the pair walk towards the bar, not noticing Ehakli making a last wink. Indeed, in her head were thoughts of someone else, and who the poem was to be about. Fluffy tails, a kind face, a large blade, absolutely adorable ears-*\n\n*Only to be cut off rudely by that blasted catcall. She considered whacking him upside the head or chopping off a finger for the insult, but as always, decided he wasn't worth the trouble. Some of Ehakli's pipe smoke gets in her face, causing her to hack and cough and down another cup of sake.*\n\n\"I thought you wanted tea. Guess no one truly likes that over some good drink, huh?\"\n\n*A small smirk appears on Ling's face as she pours herself another cup, though sighs once she sets it down, and looks around, making sure the bartender is serving someone else. Leaning in close, the swordswoman would whisper quietly, with her head down.*\n\n\"I... I just need to write one. But I don't know how to read or write. At all. I can't write anything, but I need something on a scroll for her.\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Perhaps comforted by the otherwise seemingly rigid demeanor of this macen, Ehakli couldn't help but play into the smirk, a reserved coyness spreading over her own expressions to the joke and the pouring.* \"Oh, is sake not a tea? No wonder everyone gives a queer look when I go on about it.\" *A drip of sarcasm, though she wondered if such affects translated well from silnarian to the runran tongue. In any case, she was certainly happy to enjoy the rice wine.*\n\n*She let the playfulness drift from her demeanor as she listened to Ling explain the situation a bit. When the swordswoman ended with a mysterious 'her', Ehakli thought there would be more to follow, but left just as that, her imaginations began clicking turns in her mind. Perhaps this was embarassing for Ling in more ways than solely illiteracy.* \"I see. Is that common here? You carry a sword, a decent one by my cursory observation, which must mean you make some means for yourself and aren't left merely raising chickens for selling eggs. Tell me a little about yourself, curious stranger. I am Ehakli, by the way, of Lymia in Ramul Ta.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The macen visibly pauses at Ehakli's sarcasm, then silently places the gourd back on the bar table. The look she gives the Tholian looks absolutely done with her. She understood the sarcasm fairly well; it was something she tended to wield against many others as well, though not of this particular usage.*\n\n\"Don't tell anyone, but I really despise tea. It's just boiled leaf water. And cheap tea tastes like nothing. Cheap sake is at least strong.\"\n\n\"It's... Not. Most people in this area know basic language to be able to read prices, labels, signs and the stuff. I never got the chance to learn.\"\n\n*The swordswoman seems to brighten up a bit when asked about her profession, distracting her away from the fact that she was utterly illiterate.*\n\n\"Two of them.\"\n\n*Ling pulls out what seems to be two metal bars connected by a joint, but the two fold out to reveal a blade inside. A quick spin reveals that the weapon is none other than a butterfly sword, the much larger version of the butterfly knife. The blade is high quality steel, with a straight, double edged blade. A small guard reminiscent of a jian can be found made from the folding mechanisms. What was interesting was that the handle seemed to be similar to that of a wakizashi, with the metal handle scales having the familiar wraps of the weapon carved into them.*\n\n\"I'm Ling Kazami, swordswoman and mercenary. From Runra, but I travel the world. Only recently did I come back here. For, reasons.\"\n\n*A rapid flash and the weapon is back in Ling's sash, sheathed.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Through the tholian's little joke of confusing sake for tea, she did let out a little gentle laugh at the macen's reaction, as if plying for a pulling back to easy company. After all, neither of them seemed to be here for actual duty, at least so Ehakli thought. She listened on, and was physically moved at the flashing of this curious butterfly sword, even if the move was more of a leaning back at the surprise of it. She could only just blink in the flash of the strange weapon's return.*\n\n*Then, it was back to easy smiles.* \"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, especially to do so outside the necessity of duty to our peoples, Ling Kazami of Runra. I am Ehakli of the Lymian House Aibaer, courtier for my Republic, and, at least a time ago, a soldier.\" \n\n*She raised her small cup in silent toast for the meeting before downing its contents.* \"So, Miss Kazuma,\" *Ehakli trailed in her lead to another subject, thinking of the right words in this tongue. After taking another pull from her kiseru, she blew a thin stream of the smoke to the side away from them, and made eye contact, the dark elf focusing on trying to read Ling as deftly as she could as she asked this next question.* \"Who is this 'her', that would require a poem from you so much as to move you to approach a strange foreigner on the docks like myself?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Ai-what?\"\n\n*The word soldier causes Ling's eyes to quickly flash, scanning the Tholian's body for weapons or martial physique. Maybe she had a dagger hidden inside that fancy clothing of hers. It wasn't unlikely.*\n\n\"Peoples, hm, I prefer if you refer to me as separate from them, thanks. I'm not exactly close to Runra. Guess I shouldn't have added that last part.\"\n\n*While Ling wasn't familiar with many Lymian customs, the toast was one thing nearly all cultures had. She raises her drink as well, quickly downing the sake.*\n\n*Internally, the quick thought of 'what the heck is that smoke thing?' arose in her mind, before quickly disappearing.*\n\n\"Oh, she? I'm talking about my girlfriend, Machi Oyama Hayashi. She's an okamimi, and she's so cute. Her ears and tails are fluffy, her chest is big, she's strong, and so pretty. We fight, eat, laugh, and sleep together. I could think about her all day, easily.\"\n\n*The macen's gaze becomes dreamy as she describes her lover, almost looking up as if she were an angel from heaven.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "\"Okamimi?\" *Ehakli said slowly, pondering on her recollection of these terms. Her mind drew her back to a moment in 936PS, deep within the more hidden depths below the Academia Lymia in Pepor. A secret lesson of the more life-science orientations of Necromantic studies that she was privy to observe from the circling stone observation theater. The splayed bodies of slaves obtained from Runra. The tails, the findings of anatomical differences between the subgroups of what the Runran collectively referred to as 'Kenomomimi'. Somewhat like the Beastfolk in nature. She remembered how macenlike they were compared to the beastfolk of Ramul Ta, and how still yet the master of the procedure then, Iniebhreis, showed the differences between the subgroups in dissection; how so varied they were while still appearing so macenlike. More importantly, in Iniebhreis's lesson that time ago, how mana-conductive the more-canine types were. The Kitsune, and the Okamini.*\n\n*The memories of long-past moments broke away from her more conscious thoughts with a break of gentle laughter.* \"Your description, it is, well, it is refreshing in its honesty. This is a lover, this Machi Oya... Machi Oyahashi? No-\" *Ehakli shook her head in playful defeat.* \"Forgive me, personal names are still something I am learning familiarity to beyond the structure of the language.\" \n\n*She found an almost-flat empty dish on the bar, and tapped the side of her kiseru to let the collected ash fall into, rethinking her words.* \"So, you cannot write, but you wish to create a poem for, I presume your lover, Miss Machi? This is a unique challenge, Miss Kazami, but so long as a servant for one known as Toyoshige does not find me here, I would have the day if you profess to so easily can speak of Miss Machi all day. Endeavors of love are of a great importance to me and where I'm from. I cannot promise much, but I do know of poetry, so let's drink some more of your 'strong tea', and address the basics.\"\n\n*An empty vessel gently turned between her midnight blue fingers.* \"The very heart of poetry, especially of poetry directly to a single recipient, starts from the most basic thought of writing of all; *Intent*. Before you tell me more of your dear Machi, tell me why you decided to wished to write a poem at *All* To her. Love fills us with the want to express, but is there something you wish in your heart to express to her when you think of what you would speak to her through paper and ink with?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Her name's a bit difficult to pronounce. Machi Oyama Hayashi.\"\n\n*Ling laughs with the Tholian as she struggles to pronounce Machi's name. Seems that she wasn't the only one with linguistics trouble.*\n\n\"Toyoshige? Who's that? If they interrupt my goal, I will cut them down.\"\n\n*Smiling confidently, Ling draws a finger on her neck as if she were slitting a throat.*\n\n*Downing another cup of sake, Ling's cheeks began to turn slightly pink.*\n\n\"Machi's a good painter, and she plans to create a full-body painting of me eventually. I want to give something in return to show that I'm going to give just as much work into loving her as she is for me. She's doing that because she loves me. The cherry blossoms are blooming soon, and I want that to be a perfect moment. An exchange of gifts in the sakura, and a profuse expression of love through a scroll and canvas that we can always look back on together. Of course, one doesn't need physical gifts to love, but it shows the work we're putting into each other.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Ehakli gave a humored nod with the laugh and correction on Machi's name, sounding it out in her head. On the question of Toyoshige, she gave a small dismissive wave* \"Oh just a business associate I am to meet before the ship casts off back for the Gate, I don't think he'll have much reason to interrupt your goal, but it is good to know what to expect should he try.\" *She breathed out with a bit of mirth, reserving as much nervousness of the prospect of Ling being quite honest with the statement.*\n\n*As Ling described her lover to her, the dark elf poured some more of the sake, enjoying the unique taste of it while absently wondering why Lymia doesn't make such a drink while being so rich-rich themselves. It was so light and clean compared to the darker fruit wines she adores. Perhaps there was opportunity there. A note for another time. She gave an understanding smile to Ling's explanation.* \"A noble reason for certain, Miss Kazami. A labor for love is almost always worth the effort, but what I truly mean to ask with intent, is not so much justification, but what do you intend to make her feel when she reads this poem of yours? That is, after all, the difference between a poem and any other simple letter. An intent to invoke certain feelings in an artful way.\" \n\n*She took another drag from her pipe.* \"It can be meant to invoke many feelings, but let's get to the one you wish to invoke the strongest. Gratitude? Beloved? Aroused? Again it can be a number of things, but when it comes to poetry there should be one that rules over all the others.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Make her feel?\"\n\n*Ling began to rub her chin, lost in thought. She didn't exactly plan for that; her idea was to really express what she felt. Describe her beauty, and what she saw in her. Tell her what she felt every time she looked or thought of her.*\n\n*At the mention of 'aroused', Ling nearly spits out her sake. She didn't expect Ehakli to say that; though, that __would__ be a nice bonus. Machi certainly stirred up those feelings, though that wasn't her primary goal.*\n\n\"I want to make her feel loved. That I'll always be by her side, and what she makes me feel is the only thing I need.\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Ehakli seemed to be having a bit of enjoyment trying to read Ling's face while the young woman thought it over, especially to more bold possibilities of expression. The elf thought back to her more aggressive maneuverings in Silnari courts. Still, she would be patient and quiet, letting the macen come to her own conclusions.*\n\n*When Ling had done just that, Ehakli brightened.* \"A beautiful sentiment worthy of expressing, Miss Kazami.\" *She then moved to unsling her satchel, setting it upon the bar and retrieving some paper, a feathered quill, and a small, stoppered pot of ink, and began preparing them.* \"Now, of course I'm not entirely familiar of what sort of customs in literary styles this land has, but that should be fine in this case. After all, you mentioned yourself that the ways of the people of Runra are not your ways, and it sounds as if your lover must surely be aware of this as well. That will give us some ease in forming the structure. Let's start with some notes.\"\n\n*Ehakli began writing down Runran characters for certain key elements, mainly what Ling had just mentioned now. To be by her side, to only need how she is made felt by her. Of course, Ling couldn't read, so Ehakli could have been writing about the endowments of previous lovers for all she knew, but the macen would just simply have to trust that Ehakli at least seemed interested in helping her in this.*\n\n\"Now, poetry is also often invoking in imagery. It seems you have an intention of expressing a pure and intimate love, so let's list some imagery that comes to mind when you think of her, and,\" *For a moment the elf pointed the feather at Ling* \"Think importantly of imagery that relate to shared moments with her that you both likely treasure. Perhaps the moon over the leaves of a particular tree you took respite under one night, or even a color she often wears when you two are together, hm?\" \n\n*She let Ling think it over, setting down her pipe to rest upright while taking instead her sak\n\nE cup as she wrote. Surely sake could only help this process.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Tch. Customs. I threw away customs a long time ago. Stupid honorifics. Kun, san, sama, senpai. All worthless.\"\n\n*Ling squinted at the inked symbols, not knowing what Ekhali was writing down. To her, they just looked pretty. Is that what writing was all this time? Maybe there were actual words on those sheets of symbols called 'menus'. She would definitely have to learn what these symbols meant; only the ones involved in the poem, not much else.*\n\n\"What is 'imagery'? Oh, that's what you mean. Well, her fur is black and white. I remember the winter with her, with all the snow. Her armor is gold and black, with a red and black mask. When we first met, the desert was dead, full of sand and dried stone. The water flowing down my throat was like heaven. She saved me that day.\"\n\n\"And of course, that massive blade of hers. A beautiful weapon, with curves just like her, and just as strong as well. We really haven't been anywhere too scenic, besides the winter in Salvania. Maybe in the Okiangupi Mountains? We camped there once. Very windy. The other places we've been have all been desert.\"\n\n*Ling thinks for a moment, taking another large sip of sake, looking up at the ceiling in thought.*\n\n\"She's like my lifewater. I couldn't imagine life without her.\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Working with a silnari stylings of a Ramul Ta quill probably looked a bit different than characters Ling would naturally see made with the thicker brushes, but even in simple notes Ehakli seemed to put effort in her handiwork. She would pause here and there, trying to remember the strokes of certain characters, but while some came sooner than others, several decades of practice would come into service. It was important, after all, to not make silly mistakes of putting a wrong stroke and changing a word intended for \"Winter\" To be read as \"Sickness\" For a love poem.*\n\n\"Ah, yes, you're getting the idea of this perfectly.\" *The elf continued writing as Ling spoke, gently smiling to the paper as the macen's enthusiasm seemed to open the flood of memories.* \"Hmm, I wonder if there's something striking to say of black standing out in the snow, yet in your eyes more pure than the famous precipitation.\" *She made searching remarks like this here and there, all the while pointing out certain characters to Ling, explaining to her the more important nouns in it.* \"And this one is Desert, though this is Sand if it fits better when we put this together.\" *And so on.*\n\n\"You've been to Salvainia? I'm there often on business myself, though my home is Lymia north of it. Hmm, there could be a theme here. Black in snow, the stark contrast between your time in the desert together and cold wintery lands. I believe there is a tie here for how the differences between when she is with you and when she is not being just as stark, perhaps? Anyway, this would be \"Water of Life\". If there's a character in particular for \"Lifewater\" I'm not aware of it, but this should convey the same meaning. Let's continue.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Alright, nice!\"\n\n*Enthusiastically, Ling rings the two cups together, the clash spilling a little bit of sake, which the swordswoman promptly ignored.*\n\n\"I think we'll definitely have to go through this one several times. Like any sword drill.\"\n\n\"A laugh is just sound and air coming from the mouth. The wind is no different, just bigger. Hm... The same strength that wields that blade lifts me up, and then I'll have that connect into how her laughs do as well. How's that?\"\n\n*Ling blinks, then leans her chin onto her fist.*\n\n\"Why am I suddenly having so many ideas now? I've thought about this forever, but I was never able to put it into words. It's like a big spiderweb is being made inside my head and I can't get everything out.\"\n\n*The swordswoman looks up once more at Ekhali's prompt, looking up in thought. How __would__ she construct this? This was probably where the Tholian would be help her connect all the pieces.*\n\n\"I would definitely start with when we first met in the desert. Maybe we can fit something with the mountains, then I would go to the winter, and finally, her laugh. Wait that's 4.\"\n\n*Ling initially pauses, seeming to be concerned over it, then takes another shot of sake.*\n\n\"Ah, fuck it. Fuck tradition. In fact, I'll make it 4 *On purpose.* The number 4 is an unlucky number in my culture, but as the one gifting this poem, I've decided to go fuck that culture.\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Ehakli's face leant to gentle humor in the enthusiastic clash of cups, listening for the cues of this illiterate poet's direction. Ling's mentioning of sword drills did remind her of her times in official line cohorts, how one did not be a master of any art to be able to be drilled into the practice of the basics. In the memory of her own drilling, she also recounted to how precious the seldom goods that came to be had were, and rather casually licked the line of sake that dribbled down the side of her thumb from the joining of cups. A fond memory indeed.*\n\n*She listened further, privately enjoying the stirred embers that seemed to have taken flame within this curious Ling. Talks of spiderwebs and fucking tradition in this context encouraged her into words and action, which began with a happy smile.* \"It is often as webs, isn't it? How interesting that the same comparison would be used so far from where I am from.\" \n\n*The elf's eyes betrayed curiosity on the adherence of traditions around the 4, that were immediately followed by a decision to pointedly rebel against such traditions.* \"Casting off the traditions here seems to be something of a usual trait about you, Miss Kazami. I think the decision is both bold, and, more importantly, a subtle thing your lover would know and appreciate about your character, if even a foreigner like me could pick up on this.\"\n\n*She then looked to a fresh sheet of paper on the counter. Dipping her quill in the inkpot.* \"Come to think of it, you make me think of a certain nice little cult of my homeland's faith. Of Ynris, my god of what lays Beyond, there are a minority who see him as a spider, that connects the blind coincidences we make when exploring something new, to tell a story of pattern between the histories of we mortals. They are controversial, as this often suggests that Ynris mocks us in how we repeat the same folly behaviors whenever this happens, despite his lessons that the unknown beyond gives us a chance for limitless possibilities.\"\n\n*Ehakli gave a quick shake of her head with an open mouthed smile, perhaps a little embarassed.* \"Not that any of that matters in this moment, but I bring it up because a younger, curious version of myself was a little intrigued by them, and I found myself in similar spaces. Strangely enough, it was filled with artists and the aesthetically inclined. There was an enamor in those years of a spidery Ynris that gave inspiration to many who would create works to imagine new ways of interacting with things, places, and ideas beyond what we know. Quite lofty, I know, perhaps that's why they're mostly artists, *But*, one thing I learned from that time was a useful little homage to Ynris that is helpful with structure. It is often called spiderweb plotting back home. Allow me to demonstrate.\"\n\n*The elf took the dipped quill to the fresh sheet, and wrote \"A Journey to Love\" In Runran, and encircles a ring of ink around it. She then drew a line from the edge of the circle to a seemingly random place nearby on the paper, and wrote \"First meet\" And encircled that. Then she went back to the \"A Journey of Love\" Circle and drew three additional lines that encircled \"2nd\", \"3rd\", and finally \"The daring 4\", before returning her quill to \"First meet.\" From there, she drew a line from there, and circled its destination that read \"Desert.\"*\n\n\"So it begins in the desert. What of it, from the heart?\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"So this happens in everyone then, huh?\"\n\n*A smile appears on the macen's face as Ehakli talks about casting off tradition. Rebelling against the constraints of society was something that she loved doing. Of course, there were certain parts that just made sense or were just polite to do. But Ling would never do something according to __tradition__. That was basically the word of old dead people.*\n\n\"I was never one to fit in to tradition. I was the eldest daughter of the 'family', but my brothers were always treated with more respect than I was. I was expected to be polite, stay silent, *Serve*, and do whatever my parents asked me to. At least, I *Was*. If I ever see them again, they won't find the same little girl following commands.\"\n\n*A fiery hate bursts in Ling's eyes when talking about her former family, then disappears when Ehakli begins to talk about the cult of Ynris. So tradition truly was a mocking of how people repeat the same thing over and over again. Yet, at the same time, they moved away from the main religion and created their own beliefs.*\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n*Ling looks closely at the symbols. By now, she was able to recognize some of them, noticing how Ehakli created a drawing of the mental web she had.*\n\n\"Heat. Sand. And hot winds. Originally, I was there to study swordsmanship, and observe how the wind was over there. My fighting style is often based off of wind, so I was looking for different sources to see how I can learn from it. Then I found out I didn't pack enough water, and spent days walking to try and find some. I collapsed, and it was then that she found me.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"If so, then it's an art I'm not a fan of. I've only relied on myself all my life. Well, most of it, anyway.\"\n\n*A slow sip of sake is taken as Ling tries to tilt her head back and look at the writing at the same time, before setting the cup on the bar table once again.*\n\n\"Ah, that's what you meant. That makes more sense. That's... Really long. I'm going have to memorize *That?* We can shorten it, right? And what does 'perish' mean? I've heard it a couple of times by cocky mages, though they shut up quickly.\"\n\n\"How about... Ah, fuck. Hold on, give me a moment.\"\n\n*Ling begins to try and think for a moment, before coming to a partial epiphany.*\n\n\"I am a kite, blown by harsh and hot winds\nYet they guide me to you, and the water's glint\nThe first sip revives me, but I would come to drink so much more\nWho knew that I would find... I can't finish it. Fuck!\"\n\n*Ling slams her fist onto the table, angry that she can't finish the poem. Damn her limited vocabulary.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*By now Ling would come to know that this tholian was a rather expressive person, perhaps a bit too expressive in their austerity of manner at times, but in this hour, much of that was muted in her plain answering of questions and muted statements through her work, a delivery of matter-of-fact.* \"Not all arts are meant to be loved,\" *She said, stroking a finishing line in 'kite'.* \"It is simply good to be aware of it, as it is to know yourself, separately.\" \n\n*The elf looked up from the macen's questioning, giving a small shake of her head, and started to speak that her words there were not a suggestion of what to write, but she stopped herself, as Ling carried on with it to somewhere fruitful. She did indeed give Ling a moment. The tholian smiles, and took a new sheaf of paper to write this unexpected draft.*\n\n\"I am a kite, blown by harsh and hot winds\" *She repeated, writing down the characters in in strokes foreign in quill and style. Ehakli repeated this until the fourth line. She waited through Ling's frustrations, and patted one of her fists.* \"This is good. Most lash out in the process *Before* Even coming up with the first words, Miss Kazami. Find comfort in that, your love has taken you beyond what most would expect from one without your inability. Let's continue.\"\n\n*She gave a hum in thought, offering something to just get the gears back into place.* \"What about for the fourth line, 'Who knew a thing of air could come to that of water?'\" *Another drink. Even if missing the mark for Ling's personal vision, Ehakli counted that missing the mark sometimes proves all the more effective in encouraging the proud into correction.*\n\n\"On an aside, 'perish' is a rather cutting form of tongue to tell an enemy before you strike them. It is a poet's word to say 'die', but let us focus here.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Ling opens her mouth and raises her hand in response to Ehakli's comment about liking art, then closes it and lowers her hand on the table. Maybe she was right about that.*\n\n\"Maybe. Even so, what good is art if it isn't enjoyed? Even the martial arts I find that one should like if they do them.\"\n\n\"Inability. That's one word I never thought I'd hear. Though I suppose it is reassuring to hear that.\"\n\n*Ling pours yet another cup of sake, her face now incredibly red from the alcohol. Maybe this was why she was able to spew words like she was.*\n\n\"That sounds good! Now for the second... Let's have fire and winter be the third and wind be the fourth. Maybe mountains for the second. How she supports me like the earth under my feet? Maybe something like mountains, or the curves of the hills-\"\n\n*Immediately after talking about the curves of the hills, Ling began to think about Machi's own curves.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would come to a stop, watching her Jackal walk off for a bit to his own business while her Airstrider would stride onwards to finally get a good run in. While the plants mostly obscured them from her view, the Canifor had a good idea of where they were from the noises they made. The land would have seemed a lot quieter if not for the sound of Seagulls flying about, a sound Juna had gotten quite used to. She'd glance around the forest, eyes squinting against the streams of light that managed to penetrate their way through only to be counteracted by a shadow that loomed across the edge of her vision.\n\nJuna would turn her head, noticing the tiny dark bodies of the flying rats, moving as one to take over the treeline she had recently crossed. Crows? Out here? She had always envisioned this place to be something a lot more beautiful than the one she left, perhaps with grace and richness that she couldn't even begin to understand. But crows? They were as filthy and bad of an omen as seeing a vulture circling in the sky. This couldn't be natural. Though it seemed that ever since her near arrival, the spirits had been quite vocal with such. She hoped this wasn't a mistake.\n\nAmong the darkness of the crows, however, something seemed to stand out to her. A figure of nearly pure white, dangerously close to the Canifor without her own animals picking up on it. She'd hold her staff more protectively across her, daring to speak to this thing in hopes that it was hardly more than a figment of her imagination.*\"...Who are you...?\"*She sounded more hesitant, much like a person carefully picking around a terrain of broken glass in hopes that her words wouldn't spite nor scare away the individual she hoped wasn't actually there.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "The figure skulked further behind their broken cover as swiftly the hunter took notice, wary yet unwilling to flee.\nThat look they bore... It was something almost unbecoming of a hunter - no, it spoke of something more. Deeper than hunter and prey, it was a look of guarded, feeble minded fear; prone to spreading, taking root, and bursting aflame - often via a hail of rocks and an angry chorus if memory served. Perhaps this one was a child, and the creatures further ahead held domain over the hunt. Regardless, it was better not to reply, for a being with such a look only punished those who spoke out of line, and so, after drinking in the child's visage in the tense silence that followed, the white figure ran.\n\nBut they didn't run far. Peeking out from further out the tree line, they could still see and be seen a decent distance away. It was only good practice after all. So long as they didn't become the hunted, all one needed to do was wait. \n\nThe shadows in the trees swayed in the wind, a wave of black shifting with the shimmer of feathers, broken only by the occasional flutter and squawk of a meat squabble." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would grow still as the figure suddenly ran off while still remaining in partial view of the Canifor. Was she afraid of her? Juna thought it to herself, wondering if any shy spirits existed if she even was one. Or perhaps she was a wisp with her opposing colors. The Canifor would take a couple of cautious steps forward, wary of the other animals in the area that seemed like an added audience between the two of them whereas Juna's two companions remained absent from it. She wondered if they were even aware of what was happening or was this merely an illusion like what the book she read spoke of.*\n\n\"I'm... Sorry-\"*Juna would say, knowing full well she didn't have any ownership of this land unlike what she claimed to have back in Salvania. She could just as well be a trespasser if she wasn't careful.*\"I'm not here to cause any harm. I'm... New here-\"*The Canifor would say more passively. \n\nIt would be bad to make enemies in this new location, so for now, she could simply try befriending the wisp, spirit, bird person while her animals finished their business.*\"I just was looking to explore this place a bit... You don't have to hide...\"*She'd continue asking if coaxing the woman out.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "A generous predator? How rare! How precious! Although it could have easily been a scheme to lure in easy prey, but the figure happily trot over, white hair fluttering with their every move. This one was but a child after all, and hardly lacked the skill to feed themselves, unless perhaps, their expertise allowed them a little snack whenever they so pleased. Only time would tell.\n\nStopping a few paces away, the monotone mass of swirling white took shape. Eager eyes and a petite smile shone past the parted curtain, doubtless and unafraid.\n\"Are you lost?\" The girl asked. \"Do you want to play? We can explore together!\" She was at once so unabashedly excited to meet the other that it was hard to imagine she had been so shy before." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would watch as she'd make her way over, gently lowering her staff so as not to come off as so threatening. There was a part of her that itched to have it ready just in case, but she knew better than to be on the defensive so much. She'd simply have to learn to relax for now. With the bird woman coming more in view, Juna found herself studying her. She seemed a lot more real to be a spirit. A lot more opaque anyways.\n\nJuna's head would tilt to the side a bit as the Crow lady would ask if she was lost or wanted to play.*\"No I... Just got here actually... I know where the others are... I just... Figured I'd take my time to stretch out my legs for a short while...\"*She'd say more hesitantly, finding this person's playful behavior quite strange. Was this the way people in Runra typically were?*\"Are you... From here...?\"*She'd ask, occasionally eyeing the crows that flew about.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "One fluttered down and landed atop the pronged shapes atop the girl's head. Snapping up the last of a glistening red morsel, it watched the hunter with one beady, black eye, warier than it's childish companion. \n\"We can race then!\" The girl quips, apparently unaware of the corvus. Her energy seemed to grow with every word, further eclipsing her previously reclusive nature. \"From here? No, I just came from over there silly! You watched me!\" She points towards the trees she had hid behind earlier, as if the other had forgotten the events of moments prior. It seemed she was quite young indeed! Proficient enough to be left alone at least, not that any of it made them lesser as company. Perhaps they could hunt together. Both were bound to learn something from each other's techniques with such different tutors. Twas an excellent way to avoid being hunted in the future!" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would eye the bird, rather uncertain of the plethora of them around.*\"Um... Race...?\"*She'd ask in confusion, looking around the forest area. Race where exactly, she wondered. Surely she couldn't run off with her animal companions to account for alongside the group she'd have to go back to. What if she got lost out here? With the girl pointing out here not coming from this specific spot, Juna would give a brief shake of her head.*\"No, I mean... Do you live out here...? Alone...?\"*She'd say the second part in a more questioning way, seeing how young this girl seemed to be. Surely she wasn't the only one out here. Then again, if she wasn't, who else could possibly be lurking out in this forest?*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "The bird eyes you back. Caw caw Juna Carse. Caw caw.\n\n\"Yeah, see who can run the fastest!\" The girl quips once more. What a strange kiddo. Still, no one could deny talent. She was very sure the stick she was holding could be a very hurty stick. Big sticks were very hurty.\n\"Sure! I live anywhere, but don't look for where! It's a secret.\" But of course Caw lived outside. Where else was there to live? Indeed, her very obviously outdoors home was so obvious that she hoped the hunter wouldn't go looking for it. Her hiding spot was very important, and above all else, no matter how nice, no hunter should find it." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would take a small step back from the bird. So this woman just lived wherever she wanted? The Canifor supposed she could understand that much seeing as she practically did the same back in Salvania.*\"But... I do not know this place very well...\"*She would say more hesitant at the idea of racing through the forest.*\"Surely I'd get lost... Or... Will trip or-\"*She'd pause, for a brief moment glancing back towards where her animal companions went before looking back towards the swarm of crows.*\"I don't think the birds like us being here...\"*She'd finally conclude, rubbing at her arm absentmindedly.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "The girl blinks at the hunter, unaware of their interactions with the bird atop her head. Was the hunter afraid? She supposed they were quite a young child then, unable to succinctly identify others or find their way. Maybe she should let her guardian's know... Caw wasn't sure how to handle a hunter child.\n\"It's okay.\" She chirped, quieter, softer, but still eager to chat. She leaned forward, smiling more brightly, but unsure if she should take another step forward. \"We can have the others race with us! Why wouldn't we like each other? You haven't been throwing any rocks or sharp pointy thingies. See? Meko likes your eyes.\" She inclines her head forward and the crow atop her horns twitters, hopping into pale, outstretched arms. \n\"They think you have very good eyes, so you must be a good hunter!\" The girl chirps, caressing the bird in her arms.\n\"I think your eyes are very pretty. And your nose. And your face.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I-\"*Juna would look mildly surprised by the response.*\"Well thank you... I...Honestly haven't noticed them until recently... It is... Quite strange seeing Crows near... The shore..\"*Juna would look at the bird on the girl's head, trying to relax a little in its presence. She seemed rather eager to race with them, though Juna didn't have much faith in her hunting skills when in an unfamiliar area.*\"Do you... Understand the birds...?\"*She'd ask, wondering if this was similar sorcery to the previous two times when she thought she had heard the animals talking to her. It was a strange phenomenon, but maybe she wasn't the only one. Or maybe she was a little crazy and this was all actually in her head.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "The girl nods happily, the massive swath of white hair swirling about her horns despite the simple movement. She was never very good with the other hatchlings, but things with the hunter child seemed to be going well.\n\"Really? I think you'd have a lot of followers. You'll grow up into a fine hunter for sure, so if not now then when you grow up!\" She nods once more, assured in her own proclamations. Soon after, another crow takes perch upon her horns.\n\"I can understand all the animals. Your friends haven't taught you yet?\" Aware of the weight atop her head if not the animal itself, she angled her head slowly, as if looking at the child hunter at another angle would reveal the answers to her questions. In the trees the corvus began to chitter amongst themselves, perhaps assured in knowing the hunter could not understand them." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I wouldn't say I'm... Very popular where I'm from...\"*She'd murmur quietly.*\"Kind of the... Opposite for some...\"*Her ears would perk a bit at the mention of the woman being able to understand her animals. So Juna wasn't the only one hearing things sometimes? With a more quizzical look towards the bird woman, she would say:*\"They don't seem... To hear the animals really. I think they'd think me crazy if I actually spoke to them, but... Sometimes I can hear them... I think... Or maybe it's just my imagination...\"*There was a tone of doubt coming from the Canifor, most likely in thinking herself to have lost her sanity out in the forests quite a long time ago. Maybe hearing animals were just part of it.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "\"Don't worry~ Don't worry~\" The girl chirps, swaying gently as she imagined the grand, majestic hunter the child would one day become. Full grown hunters were always a bit scary, so it made her a bit antsy, but each one was undoubtably beautiful. Caw was confident the child would be the same.\n\"It just takes a bit of time.\"\n\n\"I'm sure they talk to you! Maybe they have different accents. ...Do you want to call them over so I can ask?\" She shuffles against the sparce grass, thinking back to the big bird and the jackal. Surely if the child was nice then the partners wouldn't try to eat them too." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You'll... Talk to them for me...?\"*She'd ask in a tone with added fascination. She never really thought about what her Jackal or Airstrider would say if they could speak. Then again, she could have sworn she's heard her bird speak to her at least once, but maybe that was just the stress getting to her.\n\nShe'd look at Caa more quizzically, one ear lowering in that look she typically gave off when confused about something.*\"You... Wouldn't happen to be a spirit or... Wisp would you...?\"*She'd decide to outright ask. While Ehakli had mentioned those being capable to speaking to animals, it was quite ironic to find one now of all times when she had just arrived. Maybe it was a sign for something or maybe she has been looking too deep into things ever since leaving Salvania. This could simply be how magic worked.*" }, { "author": "rosettahorse", "message": "\"Wisp? Spirit?\" Another pitch of the head shifted the birds atop her horns with a fluttering clamor. \"I don't know what those are soooo... I don't think so?\" What did being something have to do with the big bird or the scary jackal? Slowly, she began rocking back and forth, her growing anticipation in meeting the child's elders rising in the hunter's silent contemplation. It was just as likely that the partners could be mean and would chase her away, which would be sad because Caw liked the child. They haven't been able to race yet! There were so many possibilities and the methodical scrutiny of the child hunter was steadily setting her nerves ablaze.\nDisorientated, the crow atop her head flutters away, while the feathered companion in her arms twittered nervously, or perhaps comfortingly? A wave of chatter washes over the trees, then settles into a heavy suspense, sharing in the pale figure's unease. \nAsking prodding questions? Displaying submissive, uncertain behavior? For an individual so clearly defined as a predator, child or not, these actions were instinctive warning flags for creatures often regarded as coy pests. Still, Caw wished to know the child better, and thought better of them despite the warnings of the more experienced avians. She was hardier than all of them, and could handle a little disadvantage if they needed to bolt." } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Canifor's hand would brush against the toughened wood of bamboo as she continued on through the forest. By now, sunlight had managed to pierce its way through the clouds above to illuminate the area and, in turn, bat away at the layer of fog that once covered the ground. Without it, the place didn't seem as ominous or spiritual. But still, it had its own natural beauty in a way. Juna didn't understand these kind of trees, nor did she understand how animals could live out here without the proper branches and roots to hide within. It seemed so bare and yet, so full of greenery that anyone could get lost out here. She hoped she didn't. That would be another nightmare much like her trip through Lymia. It seemed the Canifor had given up her little spirit hunt for the time being in not seeing them for a while. This forest hardly seemed like a place spiritual wolves would roam, but surely they had to be around this land somewhere. Ah well, perhaps another time then. \n\nFor now Juna figured it best to see if this place provided any water. Heading back out would take a while and she knew little of the language or people here to be able to understand what she was doing without the Tholian's help anymore. She didn't want to shy away from civilization again as she once had in the past, but there were times she had avoided it a little to do something she was more accustomed to. Much like exploring the new lands. By one side was her Jackal, the companion that had traveled with her since she had left home and by her other side her Airstrider, the bird who had managed to hatch from an egg she once taken care of before it grew to be as large as it was now, a perfectly rideable bird, but Juna still lacked much knowledge in steeds to be able to trust herself to be able to now. It was something she promised to try after Ehakli left, but the more she procrastinated the more she made excuses.*\"Let's see if we can find any water around here...\"*She'd murmur to her two pets.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Birds, bamboo, and grass were the only things that could be seen as far as the eyes can see, but despite that it was a sight to behold for the young lady. Angelina Stevia, a young adventurous Kemonomimi was exploring around the bamboo grove, what was in between? What was above? What was under? Was a question that interested her for the day. Yesterday it was how long would a fish survive inside a bamboo stick filled with some water, the answer was not that long, which wasn't that surprising.*\n\n*Today, Angelina would conduct another experiment that she deemed interesting, although she had no clue of what it would be at the moment, perhaps experimenting with trying to ferment a fish inside a bamboo stick? Or perhaps just gather ingredients to brew potions? Whatever it would be as long as it would be she would do it.*\n\n*Angelina continued walking through the forest, while occasionally tapped the bamboo with her dagger, the vorpal blade to not let the silence take in. This would continue for several minutes until she felt like someone was nearby, was it some farmer? Or maybe just a wanderer? Whoever they were, a little mischief wouldn't hurt, that was what she thought.*\n\n*So she started to lie low and sneak around,* \"Mwehehe this would be fun!! Ehe~~\" *She whispered to herself, as she approached where she thought the person could possibly be.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Her Jackal would be the first to notice something amiss, his ears raising to the light sound of a dagger tapping against the bamboo. His head would lift up, silently listening the noise as if trying to identify what it was. Juna's gaze would shift over to him, part of her wondering if he had picked up any sounds of a river being nearby.*\"Hear something Jace?\"*She'd ask. By this point in time, it had seemed the noise had run quiet as the Jackal would lower his ears once more and would go back to sniffing around in his little investigation. \n\nJuna's own ears would raise up in turn as she'd continue walking, hoping it wasn't anything to concern of. This place was much safer than the other forests surely. At least, so she wanted to believe. There had been tales of some beast strong enough to feast upon the trees that grew here. There was no telling what other creatures may roam these lands.*\"Come on Jace.\"*She'd call to him, drawing the Jackal's attention back to her to follow. Hunting will have to come another time.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Slowly, gently, carefully, silently; Angelina sneaked through the forest between the foliages while also being careful of her surroundings. She was completely hidden from the plain sight, that was if her fluffy ears didn't pop out of the foliage, but it was quite the necessity to hear the surroundings more clearly.\n\nTip tap tip tap, Angelina sneaked closer and closer, although still in far enough distance to not be noticed, she took a little peek of whom that shall be, there was someone surrounded by two beasts, a canine and a bird, it seemed to be her pet or perhaps companion. This would be troublesome, but such a thing couldn't stop the fun, at least not for Angelina.\n\nShe quickly laid down and rolled around to mask her body with the scent of grass albeit it dirtied her clothes, but this much is fine, soon after that she would tie foliages around her to make some sort of makeshift camouflage.*\n\n\"This much should do.\" *She mumbled as she continued to sneak closer, trying to get the person off guard and scare her from behind, but first she must get closer, much closer.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*This time the light sound of movement would reach Juna's ears. Although not loud enough to be noticeable, with how silent it was out here, even the slightest trace of extra movement beyond their own was enough to at the very least catch the Canifor's attention. She'd stop for a moment, looking back as her ears would shift in turn to the sound.*\"...Hello?\"*She would say aloud, a look of uncertainty crossing her face.\n\nOf course she could have imagined the sound, but what if there was a chance that the beast was actually here? Would it be able to respond? Would it even know how? Or perhaps is it just another animal wandering about out here. Juna hadn't seen any, only hearing the calls of animals she couldn't even begin to classify.*\"Someone there...?\"*With her never truly following her own sense of smell, only her ears seemed to provide any notification of impending danger alongside her Jackal. The Canifor would grab her staff readily, keeping hold of it in the event of it being a potential threat.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Angelina stopped as she heard someone shouting or at least talk loud enough for her to consider it a shout, was she discovered? Unsure she waited for a moment, and soon the voice could be heard once again, she deduced that she hadn't been found and that the person was a \"She\". But Angelina is a person of equality, be it man, woman, boys and girls everyone gets pranked equally, and so when she was sure enough she continued moving slowly and carefully.*\n\n*In case she would be found, she tried to make a little distraction, she would throw a little stone with good enough angle and just enough power to throw it unnoticed and far away from her actual location hoping it would get her attention instead, and so she took a deep breath and aimed at a bamboo tree, hoping the sound that it would make distract her enough so she can sneak even closer, and so she threw the stone.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The noise was enough to get Juna's head to turn, her jackal being much quicker to reacting as a low growl would escape him. The small canine would follow the sound of the stone, Juna keeping where she was while she watched the Jackal go investigate.*\"Be carefully Jace...\"*She'd whisper in a quiet tone. Though she worried a lot of her pets' safety, she had witnessed the Jackal take on an owlbear by all means of trying to protect her. It was all in vain before he was forced to retreat of course, but she saw him more capable of survival.\n\nIt was her bird she was more worried of. Juna would lightly place a hand on the back of the birds' long neck, tugging the young Airstrider closer to her. While she knew this bird was supposed to be meant for running, there was never any telling what went on in the head of this juvenile. Perhaps it was overprotectiveness in having to raise the bird herself, but Juna saw her as only opportunity to cunning predators.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Distracted, it let Angelina have the time to sneak closer to the girl, and now it was time to strike. She prepared for a jump through the foliages, made sure that her legs were steady, there was no room for error, no room for mistakes. A few seconds passed by and now she was ready for the assault, or to be precise to scare her.*\n\n*And now with no warning she jumped out of the foliages and roared,* \"GAOOOOOO!!!\" *It was quite loud although it didn't sound scary or intimidating, no, not at all, not even in the slightest, it could even be called cute instead.*\n\n\"Mweheheh!! Did I scared you?\" *She commented.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would shift back, the tension of it alone causing her to react suddenly as the sound met her ears. She would suddenly spin around, blindly swinging her staff towards the woman without second thought as if she expected something to suddenly attack her as had happened so often in the past. Jace wasn't as quick, having to spin about on his heels to return to the sudden adrenaline in the air. He'd let out a sudden bout of high pitched barking towards the woman, clearly a warning towards her for causing distress of his owner. It took Juna a moment to recompose herself, realizing that this wasn't some wild animal but instead another person.*\"Wha-\"*Was all that could leave her mouth, drawing the staff away from the woman once more as a confused look would pass over her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "\"Nyehehe, what happened? 'Cat' got your tongue?\" Angelina winked\n\n\"What are chu' doing here nya? Zis fraze iz not safe nya, there iz many wild animals, beast!! Nyehehe..\" She continued talking as she walked around her, circling.\n\nAngelina was curiously circling the woman, inspecting her. She inspected every part of her, her outfits, her face, her equipment, her pets, after she was satisfied she stopped in front of her and then looked her in the eye.\n\n\"Nyehehe, interesting nya. Name iz Angelina, who you?\" She asked, smiling." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would gradually lower her staff, confusion crossing her face as she'd listen to the woman. Was that an accent of sorts? She supposed it wouldn't be far fetched considering the country she was in now. Jace would follow at the woman's heels as she circled the Canifor, barking up at her all the while Juna would keep her Airstrider close to her, making sure to keep herself between the woman and Juniper at all times.\n\nBeing asked what she was doing out here with all the beasts about, Juna would open her mouth only to shut it once more before any words could come out. Were there really beasts out here like her Tholian friend said? Hopefully this was simply a tale passed by Runrans. She hadn't seen any beasts here. Not yet anyways. Juna wondered which story would have sounded more ridiculous: looking for spirits that may not be here or looking for a river that may not be here. She eventually concluded the spirits before soon responding.*\"I'm... Looking for a river...?\"*Juna would say almost as a question.*\"My... Name is Juna...\"*Her ears would lower back a bit, a hidden bashfulness that couldn't always be shielded away completely.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "\"Mmmmmm, Ze River was it nya?\" Angelina said just to make sure.\n\n\"Mmmmmm...\" She thought about it for a while trying to remember where it was, and then she turned around and took a few steps away from her and then jumped to the top of a medium-sized rock nearby, which she almost fell in process, and then she turned back.\n\n\"Ret's see here... Ze river should be on the left left side of the left left big bamboo that is bigger than the big bamboo on its left that should be around 2000 bamboo shoots away from our left ....\" She explained while drawing the map with her hand in the air, which doesn't really show anything.\n\nShe then jumped back down, perfectly this time, \"Get it nya?\" She asked, while leaning toward her." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Um... It's to the left...?\"*She'd repeat, glancing in that direction. It was probably the only thing she got out of the whole list of directions, part of which she suspected would just end up leading her in circles in this place. The last thing she'd want to do was get lost out here. The very idea of it brought too many memories of Lymia and this time she didn't have spirit wolves to help guide her out.* \n\n\"Do you... Happen to live out here...?\"*She'd decide to ask. If this woman truly knew where the river was and was accustomed to this place, maybe it would be easier for her to simply lead Juna to it. Angelina seemed confident enough, though whether her directions were reliable or not was still up for debate in the Canifor's eyes.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I don't... Have a boyfriend...\"*She'd say to answer her question, only to watch as the woman would walk straight into one of the bamboo stalks. Juna would open her mouth to ask if she was okay only for the woman to suddenly continue onwards and, without thinking too deeply on it, Juna would follow.*\n\n\"It was... Just a wolf...\"*She'd say quietly, part of her figuring she owed the woman a better answer.*\"I... Thought they came here, but... I haven't seen any sign of them. I think I was wrong...\"*Her Jackal would walk on ahead of her, casually sniffing at the cat person as he did while Juna continued to keep her bird close to her.*\"What are... You doing here...?\"" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "\"Mmmmmm, I see I see, nya. No boyfriend a iz lookin' for wolf... In ze river? Izn't ya should be lookin' for it in ze cave or whatever wolf live nya??\" *Angelina questioned it but didn't pay much attention for it, perhaps she was looking for an aquatic wolf or maybe spirits? Regardless it would be interesting, she thought to herself.*\n\n\"Well, well, what I'm doin' is just normal routine, nya. Doin' experiment and looking for test subject.\" She continued walking for a couple more minutes before stopping in front of massive bamboo group. \"Now to the other left.\" *She turned left and then continue walking, occasionally hitting the bamboo with her dagger to make the journey more interesting by playing a little melody.\n*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well... I thought it would be in this forest somewhere, but... I lost it... So... I decided that maybe my animals and I should take a short break from searching since it's... Getting pretty hot out here.\"*She'd respond to answer her question. Juna would fall into silence, wishing that she had followed the wolf the moment she saw it at the celebration before it ran off. Now she had no clue as to where it could have gone.\n\nShe'd refocus on the woman as she'd answer her question about what she was doing, a confused expression crossing her face.*\"An experiment...?\"*Juna would ask.*\"What... Kind of experiment...?\"*Was Juna supposed to be the test subject? Hopefully not, unless the experiment had something to do with her leading the Canifor to the river.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Angelina chuckled a little bit, *\"Well ya see, ze waser iz an interesting things to be experimented with, so does ze river it was in or ze bamboo around it. And also...\" *She then turn her head around and smiled sinisterly for less then one second,* \"The other's also interesting... Ehe.\"\n\n*Her footsteps started to become slower and slower, the sounds of running water can soon also be heard, but the surrounding got darker and darker as the bamboo woods get thicker and thicker.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The answer only would leave Juna more confused as to where she was going with this.*\"Others...?\"*She'd question. The Canifor's ears would raise to the sound of water nearby, a wave of relief washing through her at finally being close enough to hear it. It wasn't the only thing she picked up on though, feeling herself having to slow down so as not to bump into Angelina as her surroundings grew a lot more dark.*\"What is... This part of the forest...?\"*She'd ask.*" }, { "author": "Angelina Stevia", "message": "*Angelina stopped at they reached a dead end*, \"Yes, yes zis iz ze part of the forest...\" *She turned around and smiled at her sinisterly as she took out two daggers out of her backpack*, \"Now it is time, nyehehehehehehehe.\"\n\n*She slowly approaching her, with her daggers pointing at the sky.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Huh-.\"*She'd say, suddenly watching as Angelina would take a dagger out of her bag. Juna would slowly back away from her, noticing the dead end they had reached.*\"I... I thought you were going to show me the... The river-\"*Was she trying to attack her now of all places? Perhaps luring her into a trap of sorts? Her ear furs would partially stand on end at the thought. No surely not. She hoped not at least.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna took a seat on the forest floor, sunning herself in the gentle rays of the morning sun. Several long stalks of bamboo trees surrounded her, illuminating the area in a forest green unlike what Juna had the chance to witness back at home. This forest was surprisingly peaceful. So peaceful that at times she think herself going deaf to the noise around her with no disturbance to the land outside of her and her animal companions. By her side, a Jackal laid curled up, clearly enjoying the warmth of the sun above him while at Juna's other side rested her Airstrider. The oversized bird sat down, pecking at a pile of nuts and berries that Juna had placed on the ground for her so that the Canifor wouldn't have to worry about her wandering off. Juna reached into her bag, taking out the book a friend had once gifted to her. She had been taking the time to read it whenever she could, finding herself getting dangerously close to the ribbon markers Ehakli had left in warning of what she would read about once she reached that point, but Juna wasn't so concerned of it right now, simply taking a day of test from her spirit search.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*Wonder what all could be out here. I can hear a lot of strange animals. Smell 'em, too. I don't think I've ever seen so much bamboo in one place, damn, it makes it hard to navigate.*\n\nA young woman was travelling alone through the dense bamboo forest with nothing but a spear and her wits to guide her — well, that, and her nose. She was following any scent she could find that smelled promising. It was, admittedly, strange to walk through a forest without the sound of leaves crunching underfoot. There was nothing to step on besides small patches of grass and otherwise soil. Fortunately, though, that guised her footsteps quite well.\n\nEventually, her nose caught on the strange smell of a wolf. And a jackal. And... A bird. All in the same place. 'Course, that wolf smell was from a Canifor, she could put that on her nose pretty quickly. Canifors and wolves smelled somewhat different from each other taking sweat into account. The woman began to track that smell for a good bit until, rather suddenly, she stuck her head through the bamboo line where Juna had been sitting.\n\nIt was rather strange. A dog eared woman with faintly golden eyes staring deadpan at the trio seemingly coming out of *Nowhere.* Well, save for her own scent. That was pretty easy to pick up on. Still, did not really shake the surprise of her suddenly just *Appearing* On the flora line. She didn't say anything, she just kind of stared at the Canifor." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*At first, it didn't seem like Juna took notice of the woman staring at her, too focused on what she was reading to look up. Despite being a Canifor, she never really became too in-tuned with that side of her. Perhaps being raised by Macen had something to do with it, but whatever the reason may be she never really used her senses outside of what would have been deemed normal by the Macen's standards despite how strong things seemed to be for her. Jace was the first to take notice of a disturbance, the jackal lifting his head up in alertness. He turned to face the newcomer, letting out a low growl of warning towards her.\n\nIt was enough to catch Juna's attention, causing her to look up to see someone staring directly at them. She'd let out a gasp of surprise, quickly closing her book and standing up as if she expected the lady to suddenly attack out of nowhere. Where did she even come from? Juna reached for her staff, though instead of readying it for use, she simply stood there, staring back at the woman. Her Jackal got up on his feet while her Airstrider seemed too content with eating to notice the lady.*\"...Who are you...?\"*Juna said after a few moments of silence passing between them. Her voice came out rather quiet, though to her it seemed a much louder with her sensitive ears.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Be'ah question, who're *You*?\" The dog woman asked back, raising an eyebrow and looking the Canifor up and down before finally stepping beyond the bamboo. She was a bit taller than Juna, and not a Canifor although she did have similar canine features as to a Macenized one. Slightly pointed ears, a long and fluffy tail, and that cute face that most Kemonomimi have. She was armed with a spear, although she didn't reach for it at the sign of aggression. Instead, she stood there and brushed the growling off.\n\n\"What kinda person would be sitting out h'er with nothin' butta dog, a berd, and a stick.\" She asked, taking note of the little Airstrider eating away at his berries, completely oblivious to the situation. It actually... Kind of amused her. She gave a snort of laughter before she looked back towards the Canifor." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I'm... Juna...\"*She answered hesitantly. As the woman approached, the Canifor lowered her staff slightly, eyes shifting to the spear with the rising need of keeping her distance crossing her mind. She was a Kemonomimi, just like the Vampiress and she wielded a spear all the same as well. No, they weren't the same. She wasn't one of them surely. Jace got up from where he laid, pacing around the woman with a huff of distrust towards her while Juna seemed more focused on gazing back over to her.\n\nThis wasn't another figment of her imagination right?*\"I just... Thought I'd take a break here and... Rest...\"*She said.*\"I'm... Not on your land am I? I didn't know there was anyone else out here...\"*The Canifor gently slipped her book back into her bag, figuring she wasn't going to get much further into it for the time being.*\"I guess you... Must be wondering about my companions...\"*She gestured towards the Jackal sniffing around the woman.*\"That is Jace and... The Airstrider... Her name is Juniper... Sorry if we're trespassing we're... A little new around here...\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Juna! Juna, great name.\" The Kemonomimi replied , righting her posture and giving the Canifor a smile. For the most part, this Dog Kemono seemed rather friendly and trustworthly — and all the same towards her self-image of Juna. She already trusted her from the moment she opened her mouth and relaxed.\n\n\"Nah, this isn't m' land, Juna. I'm from Kahdo, a mahchant from the town. 'Though I guess I'mma bit far from home, aren't I? Hahaha!\"\nThe Dog knelt down to the Jackal, placing her hand out for it to sniff. Provided it let her, she would've pet the animal shortly thereafter.\n\n\"The name's Carlyn. I would've guess this was *Your* Land, if anything.\" She added, looking from Jace back to Juna, \"Seems you got y'erself a nice little party goin', in any case.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna regarded her much friendlier attitude, one of great contrast to Juna's timid one as she had often shrunk away from it since the happenings in Ramul Ta.*\"Kadho is far... Isn't it...?\"*She asked. Juna hardly visited many lands around Mentia, but she could assume it was back on the mainland over anything. She idly watched Jace as he sniffed Carlyn's hand, only to turn away from her attempt to petting him to return to his owner.*\"Well it's nice to meet you Carlyn...\"*She responded, rubbing her arm absently as she gazed around the forest assumed to be her land.*\n\n\"It's a pretty nice place... At least... Different from the forests that I'm used to... I'm... Also pretty far from where I'd consider home but... I don't think I can really go back...\"*She explained before focusing back on Carlyn at the mention of her supposed party.*\"They're... My only companions really... At least... Right now... Jace has traveled with me from the start and Juniper... Well... She came from an egg I once hatched... I know I'm supposed to be able to ride her but... I'm kind of scared to... I've never had a horse or anything before...\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Was a naise boat ride 'cross the sea. Got on fohr free due to ties with the Captain,\" Carlyn explained, watching Jace walk away with a bit of disappointment. She remained kneeling while she spoke, though, continuing with, \"It's a pleasah to meet yah too, Juna of Runra.\"\n\nThe dog finally stood up and dusted her legs off from the soil. She took what Juna said into consideration, thinking for a moment and giving a nod. A lone Canifor so far from home, roaming with only her animal compatriots to keep her company. It did not particularly seem like the best life, but a life nonetheless.\n\n\"I 'ave to agree with yah there. It sure is *Different* Than Kadho in quite a lotta ways. I could definitely see livin' out h're, but I gotta return to m' family so they don't worry too much. Still, I gotta few weeks 'fore I should go back. I've spent a few days out walkin' through the area now. Campin', huntin', something singin'. Sounds borin', but it ain't.\"\n\nCarlyn gave a hearty laugh, before shaking her head.\n\"Well, if there's anything for certain about that lil' thing, you sure aren't gonna be ridin' her now. Wee thing might be able to carry a mouse, if even that. You'll have time tah get used to ridin' things before y'gotta ride Junipah anytime soon.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna of Runra. It was a much different title to lady of the forest. She wasn't even too sure if she could take on the title with her being new around this place. If she was staying here for a while though, she supposed she best got used to it.*\"I've never had the chance to visit Kadho... Is it... Near Mentia...? I've only really been there once and... It wasn't the most pleasant experience... Not that... I've had too many at the mainland...\"*She uttered the last part more under her breath, soon giving a sigh right after before refocusing on the moment.\n\nJuna tilted her head to the side a bit at Carlyn's assessment of Juniper. The Canifor knew the bird was still probably young, but even then, she stood at similar height to the Canifor now with the year passed since she had first hatched. Maybe slightly taller, but it was hard to tell with the bird sitting down.*\"You... Think so...?\"*She asked, partially worried that she might have been hurting Juniper in the attempt to ride her. Juniper didn't seem too bothered in the moment, but Juna knew so little of the large animal. If only Ehakli was still around.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Aye. Kadho is een Menti. T'swhere my family is from, yeah. Carlyn of Kadho, or Carlyn of Menti. Whichevah, they mean the same to me.\" She replied, giving a nod to the question as she spoke. Of course she had no way of knowing if the Canifor was really from around these parts — she assumed so simply because she seemed so relaxed out here. It wasn't often you found lone strangers relaxing in the woods. \n\nCarlyn giggled and looked back at the Airstrider when she was asked.\n\"Nah, I think I'm wrong with my judgement. Birdie could probably carry a kid or so, but a beast h's gotta be big 'fore it starts carryin' 'round adult women. She still's got a ways to go. She's only a bit beegah than you. Imagine *You* Tryna carry around a person, much less trying to *Take floight*.\n\nThough, I guess I could be wrong. Never seen a berd like 'at before. Maybe they are meant to fly powerfully.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Carlyn of Menti.\"*Juna repeated the title absently before slowly shaking her head to and fro to refocus on the Kemonomimi.*\"So you've... Just been exploring around here...?\"*The Canifor lowered her staff, using it as a sort of pole to lean on for the time being.*\"You wouldn't have... Happened to see anything... Strange out in these forests... Have you...?\"*The Canifor seemed a bit hesitant in asking the question, though surely someone else out here had seen something. She didn't just imagine the spiritual wolf coming this way did she?*\"Like... A...Wolf perhaps... I...I don't think they're from around here... But... I thought I saw one...\"*Maybe she could simply play it off as seeing some other wild animal rather than a ghost of sorts. One at least made her seem less crazy.\n\nShe glanced over at Juniper at Carlyn's mention of her being able to fly, causing Juna to have to think on it for a while.*\"I... Don't think I've seen any of her kind fly before... But... I guess I haven't seen very many of her kind either...\"*She said, trying to envision the large bird flying through the sky. It was a pretty odd image in her head, but Juna supposed anything could be possible.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Ehhh, yeah pretty much. Just kind of roamin' out here for the helluvit. No real reason or anythin', just lookin' for adventure.\" Carlyn replied. For a moment, she thought back about having seen any strange wolves on her travel. Of course, she ended up replying, \"Haven't seen any strange *Wolves*, though. You lot are the strangest things I've seen thus far.\"\n\nShe paused for another moment of though, and then spontaneously suggested, \"Why don't we look for it togetha! You've got me interested in this weird wolf now. I want to see a weird wolf. Sounds like f'an, doesn't it?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Wha... No-. I mean... I probably just imagined it... Maybe just a little homesick-.\"*She said quickly, not wanting to bring them both on a potential wild goose chase.*\"It's... Been ages since I've seen it... Even if it wasn't my imagination I'm sure it's probably gone by now-.\"*But what if it wasn't? It mattered little right now. If she started going on about following ghost wolves she'd probably even assume herself to have lost it at this point. She was supposed to be relaxing here, taking a break from the mainland. So why couldn't she just do that and forget about these imaginary animals?*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Imaginary or not, I think that if we teamed up, it'd be for the best. I mean, get this; you have no *One* To go to, and I got no *Where* To go to. We seem ta' get along quite well, yeah? Might as well continue on with each other for awhile.\" Carlyn suggested after the initial denial of working together to find the wolf. It was, at least to her, a very good idea. Between not particularly enjoying the lack of company, being ill-confident in her abilities by herself, and the fact that friends just made things better all just seemed like quite a good thing to her!\n\n\"So, what do'ya say, Juna? We work together for awhile till... Ahh... Well, I don't really *Have* A 'till', but till we don't anymore I s'ppose.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"But I-.\"*She paused, ears slowly lowering in exasperation. It was starting to look like she wasn't going to be able to shake the woman of the idea. Why did she have to say something? Juna let out a quiet sigh. Seemed like she'll be having the company, whether she wanted her to come along on the potentially pointless spirit trip or not.*\"Alright...\"*She said quietly. Maybe it was the universe sending her another wolf guide like the Tholian she had met. This one, a lot perkier about it through. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking at this point.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Don't look so upset, Juna. It'll be fine, eet's be'ah if we go togetha.\"\nThe Dog saw the way her Canifor friend responded to her suggestion — naturally knowing the tells of distrust and dismay. Evenmore so in a Canifor, because those tells were the same as her own. Ear and tail posture was a big tell-sign for any canine race. Carlyn walked up to Juna and held her hand out for a handshake. She was going to try and lift her spirits (no pun intended) with some encouraging words, a handshake, and a nice smile.\n\n\"You can put y'ah trust in me, friend. Togetha we can do anythin'. We don't *Haft* To be alone.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna slowly reached her hand out to shake Carlyn's, deciding to let herself relax a bit. Carlyn was right, worst case they didn't find anything. But if they did? Juna wasn't quite sure what to expect.*\"Okay... I'll admit I'm... Not too sure where to start looking... I tried searching these forests for a while, but... I've hardly seen any animals out here... It's... A lot different than the forests I'm used to...\"*Juna explained, more accustomed to the leafy greens of the forest than the plain green stalks of these much different trees. Legends say that there was an animal that roamed about eating them, but she found it so hard to imagine.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Well, I did say we didn't *Heft* To look for the thing, if you don't want to. I just meant in gen'ral, y'know? It would be be'ah if we travelled together for a bit for both of our safety.\" Carlyn replied, shaking Juna's hand gently. After a moment, she left go and pulled her hand back to her side. For a moment, Carlyn thought about what she said. She had wondered how long Juna had been on her search for this elusive wolf, that was so elusive enough to elicit searching *Several* Forests to find it. It really *Did* Pique her interest, after all, and the look on her face confirmed such an interest." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Travel together?\"*She questioned almost as if she thought she misheard. When was the last time she really traveled from place to place? Maybe getting a chance to look around Runra more would be a good thing. After all, she still had a lot to learn.*\"It's been... A while since I've really traveled...\"*She said, her tail soon wagging lightly behind her.*\"I... Think I'd like that...\"*Perhaps her first real friend in this place. It was much better than having an enemy she supposed.*\"I... Haven't gotten the chance to explore much of Runra but... It... Looks pretty nice from what I've seen...\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"The'a yah go. Finally catchin' on.\" Carlyn said, placing her hands on her hips and giving this grin to Juna, \"I don't ca'e about something yah don't want to do. I only ca'e about having someone to accompany me. Goin' with people is always nice, better to be with someone than be alone.\"\n\nCarlyn seemed to share the same tail-wagging enthusiasm that Juna had, especially once the Canifor caught onto the general idea of what her own idea was.\n\"Explorin' Runra is exactleh why I came he'a. I got bored at home, I'mma me'chant under my parent's business in Kadho. Gets borin' sometimes, so I'll go on my own little adventurahs to see the world and find stuff to do. We could sha'e that adventurah. Discovah new things and places, meet new people, gain new powah, and just generally enjoy the company of someone other than your animals, and in my case, no one.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The idea seemed nice in Juna's eyes, trying to imagine traveling for something other than rushing to get somewhere, whether that be away from people or towards them.*\"Well... I guess I was hoping to see if... Maybe this place could teach me a few things about...\"*She glanced over towards her bird.*\"Airstrider riding... And... Maybe a little bit about magic...\"*Juna whispered the last part, knowing full well she had lost some connection with it that had rendered her unable to use her previous spells. Maybe learning how to resummon her spirit wolves could help bring her closer to where the one wolf wandered off to. Or if not at least she could get her magic back. Hopefully.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn's ears twitched at the sounds of her whispering, giving Juna an insightful nod.\n\"I s'ppose I figure this place could teach me more about the world outside of Kadho. This is the fa'thest I've ever been from my home. I guess there's a lot for me to learn, too. Maybe I'll try tah pick up Airstroidah ridin' as a hobby. Don't really see myself riding one of those berds into combat.\" She jested, giving a quiet giggle to the idea of using one as a warmount. It was feasible, but it might look a little silly — at least to her.\n\n\"I guess that settles it. We'll go togetha, till we... Ah... Well, I'm not sure till when, maybe *Not* Till when, we'll just keep goin' till we can't anymore.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*With the idea settled on, Juna gave a light nod. Reaching down, she picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, deciding to use her staff as a sort of walking stick for the time being.*\"Do you know where you want to visit first?\"*She asked Carlyn in a tone of curiosity. Only then had her Airstrider finally looked up at the two with her bird feed now history. Gentle chirps escaped her beak, probably sharing the sense of curiosity though for a reason completely different as her wings flapped wildly at her side. It only served to cause her feathers to ruffle up but it was enough to get a bark out of Jace at her.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn watched the two animals seemingly bicker with each other for just a moment, what, with Jace yapping at Juniper for presumably being a dumb, annoying bird. She stifled and laugh to respond to Juna, looking at her friend and saying, \"No whe'a in particulah. I'll go where you go, y'obviously got some sorta *Goal* H're, unlike me. I'm just h're to take it all in. You got plans in mind, things to learn, and such. I'm content followin' and observin'. The'a's a lot learn from experience alone.\"\n\nCarlyn adjusted her spear on her back, looking behind her and quietly asking, \"Do you... Ah... Know where we are, though. I don't really remember the way I came from. Or... Where anything *Ees* For that mattah.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna let out a quiet laugh, soon turning around to face a non specific direction before pointing towards it with her staff.*\"This is the way I came through... It leads to the city near the coast. I don't really have an actual home here so... I just spend a lot of my time in the forests when I don't visit the marketplace. I... Try not to spend too much time out here... I've been... Told it isn't really good for me...\"*She explained.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Well, you know more n' I do about this place, so that's good.\" Carlyn replied with a nod, \"Although I would take that advice with a grain of salt, although I heft to agree. Populated places are both good 'n bad for yah health, although I can understand tryna steer away from them because of bad past interactions. Someone mugged yah or something and yah lost trust in the marketplaces. As a me'chant, I've been robbed plenty a times. It happens.\"\n\nCarlyn paused for a moment to think, and then asked, \"You gotta map? We could make plans on where to head to from the'a. I just roam 'till I eventually find m'way back to whereva I came from, no real need for a map.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"No...\"*She answered, feeling a bit disappointed in not considering getting one. Not that she was the best at reading maps in the first place.*\"I... Mostly been visiting the town for... Seasonings and other things to help with cooking... I've... Never really thought about... Getting a map of the place... Do you... Think we should get one... I don't think I'm the best at... Following them sometimes...\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "\"Well, it would at least allow us to see what's *Ne'a*, and we could eventually find our way the'a. Roamin' around without a place in min'll let us get somewhere, but nowhe'a in pa'ticulah. It's best if we had a guide in the form of a map.\"\n\nShe thought about it a bit more, and then asked, \"You cook? Well, I should'a guessed so, you seem like a lone typa' person, so I should'a figured you cook for y'self too.\"\nThat was a good improvement to her plan. While Carlyn could cook so-so, she wasn't particularly the best. Having someone with her who was not only sweet but can also *Cook?* What a miracle. She definitely seemed happy about that." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well... I cook whatever I hunt... I haven't really learned how to use spices until a friend showed me recently...\"*Juna reached into her bag, pulling out a small cylindrical container of what looked to be a red powder.*\"I... Don't really know what it is but... It smelled like the same kind of things my friend used in her dishes... I...Really liked the smell and thought I'd get it...\"*While Juna never really learned how to use her nose as most Canifors would, things like food and spices always seemed to catch her attention more often than she realized.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's grip tightened and relaxed around the pole of the trident as he lazily watched the land in the distance grow closer in time. It had felt like they've been at sea for a while, though considering how far the islands were, it was surprising that they got here with such haste. Maybe the gates were even more useful than he originally thought. He relaxed an arm on the side of the railing, the docks now becoming visible they closer they got and, with that, the features of the Island. So this was Runra? He had to admit, it looked a lot more lush than Salvania's coast, but if what Kibaru said was true about it, he had yet to fully see for himself.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Upon arriving at the coast, the men on board the ship, woke Kiba in order to get his attention. Terrel would see Kibaru for brief moments as Kibaru walked up and down clearly descussing business from the snippets Terrel could hear. A shot while after, Kibaru came up next to Terrel with a huge stretch* \"Well I slept like a rock. I feel ten times better\" *Kibaru said seeming physically better than when they left the coasts*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Finally ready to go?\"*He asked, turning to face the Kemonomimi. Part of him was unsure of where they were going to go exactly on this new island, though he assumed Kibaru had most of his own plans figured out at least.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yup. To the future we go. One second at a times, but first. Let's go get Pitch and Carl\" *Kibaru said as he stared out to the city of runra with a smile*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure.\"*He said, eventually following Kibaru's gaze towards the city.*\"Have any clue where we're going afterwards?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"To the future.\" *Kibaru said before leading the way to their steeds. After Pitch for back on solid land he energy seemed to suddenly reappear with how tired she seemed on the ship*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Preferably in the name of a location.\"*He said, following after Kibaru as they went to go grab their horses. Carl looked up at his approach, more skittish than usual from the whole ride there. As Terrel went to grab his lead, the horse bucked his head slightly towards the Silnari.*\"I know. I know.\"*Terrel said to Carl.*\"It's over for now, you can relax.\"*Terrel gave the horse a light pat on the head, turning back to Kibaru.*\"It would probably be nice to find more open land for them to graze and relax for a while.\"*He suggested.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I would say fairly decent. I can find my way to and from place, sometimes just longer than others. Just don't expect directions anytime soon... I kinda using instinct to travel instead of memory\" *Kibaru said as he tried to keep his unarresting companion calm*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well when has that ever let us down before.\"*He said casually which could have been sarcasm, but seeing how unbothered the Silnari was, he probably expected the Kemonomimi to not know this place much better than he did. Exploring was a simple part of their travels as always. This was hardly anything new.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"For now, I'll lead us to a place to eat\" *Kibaru said as he put his mask on* \"Little more difficult with he mask, but still manageable\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"In that case, I hope this place has some decent meals. The trip already took away most of the rations.\"*He said in response.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm just in the mood for something warm right now\" *Kibaru said in response as he lead the way. Following his nose the a street that had vendors selling food. Being some skewers for himself before buying a lemon for pitch*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel followed after Kibaru, tugging his horse along lightly as they made their way to the streets full of vendors and others of the sort. Terrel had to admit, Kibaru's ability to sniff things out was impressive, albeit strange at times, but it did more good than harm anyways. Nothing seemed to catch his eyes from the vendors for the time being, leaving him to simply buy an apple to calm Carl's nerves while he continued to look.*\"I wonder if they have a traditional tavern around here.\"*He said aloud, partially for finding something else to eat, partially for considering where they were going to sleep once night fell.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Traditional...? What's the difference between traditional and normal?\" *Kibaru did not understand what terrel meant by traditional. Was that somehow different than the taverns they've been to?*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"There isn't.\"*He said bluntly.*\"And most of the time they just mean the same thing. Unless there's a tavern that isn't like the ones we've seen before, I'd assume most taverns are traditional.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"For something to be traditional, you'd first need something new... Or modern.\" *Kibaru said before making another stop to buy some dumplings*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Considering we just got here, I'd say it's pretty new.\"*He commented.*\"At least for me anyways.\"*With how many kemomimis that walked about, it was a constant reminder to the Silnari how much more accustomed Kibaru could be to this place.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean of the traditions and customs uses. The actual time was constructed is irrelevant\" *Kibaru said with a shrug* \"Ah well, not gona argue about taverns right now\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He let out a snort of suppressed amusement.*\"I can wait at any rate. More concerned on making sure Carl will be comfortable before exploring too far into the rest of town.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So what, want to find a stable?\" *Kibaru asked before turning around with his skewer in mouth as he has already finished the other four he had*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Preferably one with open space, yes.\"*He said, figuring a stable wouldn't be the same as open land. It should still be enough for the steed for now though which would be enough to satisfy the Silnari while took his time exploring.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, I heard there was a ranch nearby. Though probably going have to walk an hour or two. Other than that, I also heard there was a stable not too far from her\" *Kibaru said suddenly turning to his left*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You heard all that in the short time we were here?\"*He asked before glancing towards the Kemonomimi's ears.*\"Nevermind.\"*He quickly added.*\"Let's see if we can find anything.\"*The Silnari turned and began heading in the direction Kibaru had pointed out there being a stable in, his horse moving in step beside him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's ear's twitched as Terrel looked at them* \"A good merchant should always be keeping their ears open. Even now I'm hearing about a perfect fabric store that just opened\" *Kibaru said with his tails wagging behind him while he bragged* \"No news on the location of a tavern just yet\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Do you just eavesdrop on everyone with those things?\"*He asked Kibaru casually. Terrel couldn't imagine what it would be like to hear so many thing at once. Surely it would drive him crazy at some point.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well yeah. I am a merchant. Besides, if people really care that much, they'd talk where no one can just eavesdrop on them. Though I guess it's less of a matter of just always doing it. It's just right now that I'm actually paying attention to what they have to say. Other times I just ignore them\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't argue with that.\"*Terrel eventually said.*\"Maybe you can try listening out to see if this place has anything fun going on later. If not at a tavern, then somewhere I guess.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm trying. But people have such a dull sense of fun. Also not like I can choose what to hear. Just comes with the wind. But we should be close to a tavern... I hope anyway. But tell me. What would you constitute as fun anyway?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a light shrug of his shoulders.*\"Festivals, tournaments, questionably illegal things sometimes.\"*He said casually.*\"If this place has anything to offer that we don't have back at the mainland, I'd like to see it. Maybe we can actually go see these plants and animals you've been talking about.\"*Terrel couldn't see himself being disappointed if not, typically finding ways to entertain himself whenever he wasn't busy.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"If you want illegal, I don't think the main street's the place to find that... Or maybe we get lucky and spot a pick pocket. Probably don't have to say this to you, but keep an eye on your belongings. Even carl. I heard some people poison steeds to sell their medicine... But no news of that happening here\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well there were two options before that one, but at any rate I figured you'd pick something up coming from stereotypically dark alleyway where people meet up in secret.\"*He joked only to listen to Kibaru's warning. The Elf typically had a sixth sense for things like that happening, though he figured Kibaru was just trying to keep a look out.*\"Let's hope there's no news of it happening at the stables either.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Honestly. Better to not do that stuff at a business. Could easily ruin your reputation. And in a world where killing each other is so common day, I don't think anyone would risk it. That's the hope anyway.\" *Kibaru said before coming to a stop at a stable* \"Here we go\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Consider it overconfidence if they manage to get away with it.\"*He said. With them arriving, Terrel gave a light nod to Kibaru, temporarily leaving the Kemonomimi with Carl to head inside for a while. After a few short moments, the Silnari eventually returned to grab Carl's lead, soon gesturing for Kibaru to follow as he brought the horse down along the fence line to where they could take them into the gated field of the stable.*\"Hopefully Carl can be settled while we're here. He typically doesn't know what to make of new places.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Considering allot of adventures come by, if they messed with the wrong person, their life is a good as over\" *Kibaru said before following Terrel. As he's second statement came up, Kibaru replied with exasperation* \"Wish Pitch could settle down. Doesn't matter to her is the place is new or old, she'd be flying into the sunset if I didn't have a hold on her\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Ever considered that she might just be a wild horse?\"*He commented in a tone of humor, coming to a stop in the center of the field and removing the lead from around his horse.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, no. I know she is. But I'm a wild guy myself\" *Kibaru said with a grin on his face, clearly joking around. Soon breaking face, unable to keep a straight face* \"Okay. That line was too corny, even for me\" *Kibaru said with a snicker. He then took the saddle off pitch* \"Well. Not much room, But I guess you can wonder around for a bit. Get those muscles working\" *As if Kibaru even had to tell her what to do. She seemed well underway. Trotting around the place and familiarizing herself with the others in there*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Glad I didn't have to say it.\"*The Elf responded, giving Carl one final pat on the back before letting the horse gradually trot off on his own. Carl seemed a lot more interested in grazing than racing about like his comrade, but he didn't look like he minded it.*\"Glad he at least has more horses to hang around. I figured he was starting to get lonely after leaving his old stables.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I don't know if I'd rather be alone or be with someone way to energetic to even remember to eat\" *Kibaru said with a sigh. He did have experience with Pitch. Having to constantly calm her down or hold her tight* \"On the bright side, at least she's more than happy enough to travel around. Even more so to doing it while running\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hopefully they'll get along with the other horse's whenever we get back.\"*He added.*\"I'm sure they'd enjoy having their own herd to run about with. Should have plenty of acres to to freely use as well.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well as long as they don't get to close. We're not going to be staying long, maybe a night or two\" *Kibaru said before leading the way out with a wave to Pitch* \"Try not to stir up to much trouble. Keep an eye on her carl\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I don't mean the horses here.\"*He said, following the Kemonomimi as they left the two at the stables. Hopefully they'll be fine here.*\"When I was taking a trip this one time, I ended up buying a pair of horses to head south with while I left Carl somewhere more safe. So now I guess I just have two more horses.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, who were you traveling with then?\" *Kibaru asked with his ears twitching while he listened to other people simultaneously*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A Scralian. Hardly more than a kid really by Macen standards, though he wanted to travel with me despite my warnings of getting into danger. He's a clumsy one, yet a thief with both his hands still attached.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"A pup, huh. Well I can picture you as the older brother type. By the way. How old are you?\" *Kibaru asked tilting his head a bit*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't say I remember.\"*Terrel responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Whether he was telling the truth or not was hard to tell. When was the last time he had even celebrated the day he was born anyways?*\"Guess it must have slipped my mind the past few years.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You look 27 to me\" *Kibaru said with a hand on his chin as he looked at Terrel* \"Minimum being 25. Well it's just a guess. You are an elf after all\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me, I won't look any different 100 years from now.\"*He said, continue along the road.*\"Silnaris age pretty well.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Okamimi also tend to live quite the time. Much longer than macen. Whether more or less than Silani... It's difficult to say. Guess we'll see who dies first, huh\" *Kibaru said with a joking smile. He then took a wif of air again* \"I actually want to visit my clan house\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I think we're more likely to die from falling off a cliff before it gets to that point, but challenge accepted.\"*He said, looking up to see where they were at the moment.*\"You have one here?\"*He asked him at the mention of his clan house.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Or get hit by lightning. But we'll probably die by the sword above all else\" *Kibaru said before regarding Terrel's question* \"Aye, that I do. Well I'm not exactly part of the clan. Only my lineage. My Grand parents kind of left the clan quite a while ago. So I want to see if I can fin my clan. Just have to look for allot of wolves I guess. I can't remember the clan name though\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So you're about to break into to someone else's place and don't know where it is nor remember the name of it.\"*He summarized bluntly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not breaking it. Obviously I'm going to get permission. Assuming the even still exist. But yes, no Idea where they might be. But I'm a merchant. Easy to find what I'm looking for\" *He said before stopping to gesture to the tavern* \"See\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel opened his mouth to say something, only to glance up and notice they had made it to the tavern.*\"I see your point.\"*He said.*\"But what are you hoping to find going there if there's a good chance they've all left.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, as you might have noticed. I like my folktales. Any knowledge on my family tree or just some valuable would be nice. If you think about it. If everyone left... Then doesn't that mean I inherit what ever's left. Maybe they're still alive and I can catch up and spend some time with them\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel headed up to the door, opening it before glancing back towards Kibaru.*\"If you think it'll be worth it, then can't argue much with that.\"*He said.*\"Not a bad way to catch up on things here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I guess not\" *Kibaru followed Terrel as he entered the tavern.* \"Can't but help to notice allot off people have been eyeing me up and down. Not that I think It's a bad stare. But one I could do without\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Surely with the mask and fur, it's pretty common. Isn't it?\"*He asked him, making his way inside the tavern and heading over to a table for them to sit at before taking a seat himself.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, you might've noticed that majority of people here are Kemonomimi. Few of witch seems to have fur as bright blue as mine... Come to think of it, I don't mind... I still get the same look everywhere, but this feel much nicer in a way.\" *Kibaru said as he sat down at the same table.* \"How about you. What you think of Runra so far?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At the mention of there being a bunch of Kemonomimis around, Terrel's gaze slowly passed around the tavern, occasionally lingering every now and then before finally looking back at Kibaru.*\"I don't see your point.\"*He said nonchalantly. Terrel leaned back in his seat, deciding to get comfortable for the time being while they waited for someone to come take their orders.*\"I think it seems like a pretty normal country so far.\"*He said.*\"Much better than Mentia right now anyways.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'd assume anywhere is better than Mentia. Not much of a competition... You think starting a village here would be a good idea?\" *Kibaru asked slightly tilting his head. As someone came to them to order, Kibaru would quickly turn to do so* \"Got any Boar. Preferably some ribs\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well I haven't really seen much of it, but I guess it was like home to you at some point so I don't see why not.\"*He answered. As the waiter came by, Terrel decided to practice some of his Runran, asking for some tofu and rice. There was a noticeable accent to his words, making it obvious that he wasn't from around here, but the waiter seemed to take the order nonetheless.*\"Just have to find a nice open space to build one.\"*He finally said back to Kibaru, returning to Silnarian once again.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hah, you have been practicing, huh. I'm impressed\" *Kibaru said with a nod* \"But as far as places go, I don't think this would really be a good place come to think of it. Not much trade happening over here... Well not as much as I would've like\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I try to whenever I see opportunity. Most people just speak Silnarian though which makes it harder to tell if they understand any other languages.\"*He said before listening to Kibaru's thoughts of this place.*\"Well we've only seen a small part of it. Runra's a decent sized country, and we have plenty of time to explore it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Maybe. But I'd much rather prefer somewhere more inland in Ramul Ta. Also closer to home you know. This might be where my blood originally came from, but I can't exactly just forsake my home in Salvania... Though why I decided to buy one there instead of in Dezabia, where I was born and raised, is kind of lost to me.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Dezabia? As in the place with all those desert lands?\"*He questioned, wondering why he'd want to stay there. Maybe being born there had deeper meaning to it, though he didn't have any significantly good memories there. Well that wasn't fully true, Terrel did have some good moments there, enough to make him smile lightly at the thought before shifting his focus back to the conversation.*\"Maybe you can find a place to buy there. Never too late to have a new place.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not all of it is desert. But yeah. I lived in the mountains where there were a little more green if it wasn't white. Was kind of nice being secluded from the world every now and again\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If we decide to take a ship to Amongko's coast, then maybe we can pass through there while we head West.\"*He suggested, figuring Kibaru would want to return there at some point.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I guess we could do that... But I'd much rather not on second though.\" *Kibaru said with a shrug before their food arrive and he thank the woman*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel watched as the food was placed on the table, soon grabbing one of the utensils.*\"You are terrible with making up your mind sometimes, y'know that?\"*He eventually said before deciding to eat.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, I am constantly thinking. Sometimes more than others. But if I had to choose where to build, I would do it in a deep forest, or with allot of woods.. Maybe a jungle?\" *Kibaru's mind did seem to never come to a standstill while he rambled* \"And somewhere preferably away from the war, obviously... But then again... Refugees could be looking for a home... I'll just take them on a long ass trip in that case\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Could hire them.\"*He supposed, considering how the land to the west was still close enough to Kadrush. Though the war was mainly situated in Mentia, it seemed even the neighboring countries were getting involved. Some may possibly flee west to avoid going through the countries at war, though that would just bring more unwanted guests on their doorstep.*\"Do a job for us and in return, not get killed.\"*He said casually, figuring the trade to be relatively simple.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"But continue to work and we'll provide a roof over your house. Stop working and you'll have to leave. With or without a body bag\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sounds like a fair trade to me.\"*He said silkily.*\"After all, can't just have a bunch of refugees taking over our land without anything in return.\"*It sounded like something a businessman would say, albeit probably harsh if it ever came down to the repercussions on not following through with the job. The Mentian War only seemed to be getting worst and pretty soon, safety will move further and further away from the bordered lands. A grin appeared on his face, almost in realization of what this war entailed. It reminded him of a job offer he was once given, though had yet to act on. Perhaps this war was the best time, though who knew how long the opportunity would last?*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Precisely. They should be grateful enough for a safe place with plenty of work to do. We aren't doing charity here.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel continued eating the rest of his food, letting out a quiet grunt of agreement to Kibaru's words before finishing up his plate. He moved it away from him, placing the silverware atop it.*\"Did you want to look for your clan today or were you planning to do more exploring?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Little more exploring. I'll get there when I get a lead or something. Who know. Might not even find anything, It has been years after all\" *Kibaru simply shrugged before he finished his food* \"Now that was good*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a shrug back in response, figuring they were going to be here a while during his search anyways. Perhaps Terrel should find something to do in the meantime while the kemonomimi was off looking. He didn't understand the place too well, but he was sure he'd be able to find something to do. His focus returned back to Kibaru as he finished, seemingly satisfied with the food here.*\"Better than Salvania's...?\"*He asked quizzically.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mmm. Nah. Salvanian Boar tastes much better\" *Kibaru responded* \"But the side dish was excellent. But each country has it's own specialties*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a satisfied nod, soon looking over towards the rest of the tavern.*\"I wonder if this place also has an inn. Wouldn't be bad place to stay at while we're in the city. Unless we find another place that is.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"It does. But honestly. I'm getting kind of tired of sleeping in random beds... I mis mine. So much\" *Kibaru said with a heavy sigh. But his depression immediately snapped away* \"Ah well. I'll just have to be patient\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"This trip was your idea, y'know.\"*He mentioned.*\"Look on the bright side though. Once we finish up here, you'll have a chance to travel back to your house and I'll... Go try to make a new place to stay out West.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not a bad idea. I think that's a great idea. I might join you and set up another house of my own, you know. Could sleep in there... Just won't be as comfy as back home, but at least not as bad as in beds\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"At this rate, I'm pretty sure you have homes all across the world.\"*He commented, noting his home in Salvania, the one around here, and now a new one to be built in the future. Of course Terrel couldn't talk thought, lest he be a hypocrite. Which he was.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well that's the dream, huh. Having houses all over the world. When I have children, they'll all have a house of their own. The tsuyoi clan will be a strong one\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Or spread so thin that they become distant from each other.\"*He said more causally before looking back at him in confusion.*\"Wait, how many children are you planning on having-\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru had a huge grin on his face with the question being asked* \"Yes\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He let out a snort of amusement.*\"Well now I just feel bad for the Mrs.\"*Terrel said in response.*\"But I guess they'll all leave the house eventually.\"*Terrel leaned back in his seat once more, deciding to relax for the time being.*\"We staying here or you want to explore a bit more?\"*He asked him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Honestly. Even though I slept most of the journey, traveling by sea tired me out. I think it best if we stayed here for the day. We can go exploring tomorrow\" *Kibaru said as he stretched a bit* \"And let the horses run free\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Fine by me. Though if I'm gone by the time you wake up again, I probably headed back to the stables. Taking care the horses takes time so I'd rather not waste the day away.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Would you mind taking care of pitch too for a little bit. Just check up on all the horsely duties. If you don't mind that is. It's fine if you believe that's my responsibility\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I do, but consider it a favor after the long trip and earlier incident.\"*Not that it wasn't Kibaru's choice to do in the first place, but Terrel was going to give the Kemonomimi a break for now.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thanks. I'll be sure to return your kindness tenfold\" *Kibaru nodded before pounding his chest* \"You can count on it, man\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Then you can count on me as well.\"*He said more casually, a light grin appearing. Terrel shifted his gaze as the waiter came back, soon paying off his own meal.*\"Should probably get some shuteye soon.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. I think I'll go sleep right now. Tomorrow I'll be busy doing shipping and buying some supplies for our journey. So I might be a little late at the stables. Still soon enough to set out on our journey.\" *Kibaru said paying his meal as well before standing up to get a room* \"Well. Have a good one pal. Be seeing you tomorrow\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Later.\"*The Silnari said in response as the Kemonomimi got up to purchase a room. Terrel decided to linger in the main room for a short while longer, taking the time to rest a bit while he idly watched the other people in the tavern.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru goes to his room and sleep.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*After some time, he too left to get a room for the night. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears angled towards the woman, a sign that she had heard her. It took a moment for her to open her eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight as she came to notice the Ling's figure against it. She shook her head to and fro, shaking off the brief sleepiness so that she could get a better view of her. The first thing she noticed was the two weapons the woman had drawn, the fur along her ears and tail quickly fluffing up as she reached for her staff. Was this woman coming to attack? She questioned herself. Surely the Canifor hadn't been bothering anyone being out here.*\"Sheathe your weapons-\"*She quickly said to her as if the single greeting wasn't worth responding to with them in sight. Juna kept one hand on the ground, her legs uncrossing and bunching up as if she were about to hop up from her resting place. Whether that was to flee or fight, was harder to tell for anyone who hadn't met the Canifor before, though it was clear that she was unsettled by this stranger.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Sheathe her weapons? Since when did she ever listen to others?*\n\n\"How about no?\"\n\n*In an act of defiance, Ling instead walked closer to the beastkin, her weapons down, but her expression attentive. She knew that the beastkin seemed ready to fight as well; so be it then.*\n\n\"What are you doing here anyway?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna slowly got up at her approach, moving backwards at the same pace that the woman was moving closer. It was clear that the Canifor didn't want to have the gap between them closed, especially with the woman looking to pick a fight upon arrival. Perhaps there was still some of her archery side taking over despite her clearly wielding a staff. Her tail moved to and fro behind her, slow yet anxiously as she watched the woman deny her demands. The Canifor supposed she shouldn't have expected anything different, though she didn't like the situation either way. Being asked what she was doing here, part of Juna wanted to ask the same back. Instead she merely watched Ling, saying in her normally quiet voice:*\"Trying to meditate...\"*It seemed like such a silly thing saying it aloud, but she had managed to feel a pretty decent peace of mind before this woman arrived. Perhaps she did end up dozing a little, but she had never felt more calm despite knowing the dark side this forest housed.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"What's wrong? Scared? Are you one of those monks who preaches about peace and all that?\"\n\n*Ling's trash talking side quickly revealed itself as she stepped closer, becoming more and more confident by the moment. She shifted into a sort of fighting stance, bouncing up and down with her blades down. She was definitely wanting to pick a fight; she hadn't fought someone recently and was eager, perhaps too much so, to fight again. With anyone. Even if her opponent initially seemed to be peaceful.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"No...\"*She responded to answer the woman's questions. In all reality her heart was racing, though this wasn't the first time she's been in a situation like this before. Now she simply exercised caution. She kept at the same pace she was moving before, keeping herself aware of what was behind her while trying not to shift her eyes off of Ling.*\"But I prefer to have peace...\"*Maybe she was wrong to think it would last out here. No matter where she went, there was surely going to be some bad person out here somewhere, perhaps paired to the same evil spirit that matched their own. She held her staff defensively in front of her. Maybe she was just another spirit. She definitely seemed rather haughty like one at any rate.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Then fight me already. It'll be quick. You seem like someone who knows what they're doing.\"\n\n*Ling suddenly rushes in, coming in with an overhand slash. She wasn't one to test the waters, especially against someone with longer reach. The staff though was but a simple weapon; one used by peasants and peaceful people who didn't want violence. Maybe it was useful as a walking stick, but it could hardly be called a weapon.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna eyes flashed towards Ling's weapon as she suddenly rushed towards her. Why was this woman so insistent on fighting her? Juna wasn't even sure whether to feel unsettled by it or just confused. As the woman went to bring her weapon down on top of her, the Canifor swiftly moved out of the way of it, deciding to use her agility to her advantage. Part of her wondered if there would even be much she could do here. Ling was armored and Juna was not. Times like this, her own weapons began to feel less and less effective. Though it didn't stop her from giving a swift swing down towards the woman's legs to sweep them out from under her.*\"Why do you want to fight me so desperately?\"*She asked her, trying to get an answer for the confusion she felt.*\"I've done nothing to you-.\"" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Oh come on, why do you have to be so bori-\"\n\n*The macen saw the quarterstaff swing towards her legs, and she attempted to block with one of her weapons; only for the staff to blow through the defense and nearly sweep Ling off her feet, though she was able to regain her balance. Steadying herself, she glared at the beastkin, her hubris obviously getting in the way of reason.*\n\n\"Now that does it.\"\n\n*Despite being armored, Ling seemed to be incredibly swift, closing distance with the canifor quickly, waiting to see how she would react.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Was she about to call her boring? Was the Macen enjoying this?*\"This is fun to you??\"*Juna asked in confusion. With her closing back in quickly, Juna had to move back step by step with her. She raised her staff once more, holding it defensively across her torso to protect herself from whatever impending attack this woman was trying to hit her with. Do people really find this fun? Juna wasn't even sure if she was fighting for her life right now or purely to entertain this person.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "\"Of course. What else would it be?\"\n\n*With a grin on her face, Ling quickly advances, launching quick slashes and thrusts with both blades. Why wasn't the canifor fighting back? It wasn't fun if it was just a one sided beatdown.*\n\n\"Come on! Entertain me a bit!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna found herself having to alternate between the positions she held her staff at, having to quickly block and deflect each attack that came towards her as she tried playing on the defensive.*\"Not being attacked by some stranger while I'm trying to relax for one-\"*She said in response. This is what she had to break meditation for? Someone who just found entertainment in attacking someone at random with very deadly weapons? Juna could feel herself being forced backwards with each block of the woman's weapons, soon forcing her to have to plant her feet before jabbing back with the blunted end of her staff to push the woman away from her.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*The swordswoman quickly sidesteps, having to lean to one side in order to avoid the thrust of the staff.*\n\n\"There you go! It's not that hard!\"\n\n*The sudden counterattack by the canifor gets Ling's heartbeat racing. She loved it. The thrill of combat. The possibility of getting hurt and striking another. Not many could feel what she did; it took a special type of daring person to try it.*\n\n*Ling places one blade on the staff, trying to push it away as she advanced.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Was she fighting her or training her? The woman's words left Juna conflicted, making her think back to her own training session with a Silnari who saw no need to stop despite Juna not wanting to attack her back. The Canifor wasn't quite sure if it helped or not in the end considering the many outbursts that lead her to find peace in this place. It only seemed like this lady was trying to spite her. Locked in her thoughts, she wasn't ready for Ling to push her staff away, causing her to lose control of holding for a short while as she quickly had readjust her hold on it to back away from her advances.*\"Yes it is.\"*She said in response.*\"I don't like to fight.\"*Juna didn't know who this person was, but she knew she wanted little to do with her as she quickly tried to regain distance from her. She could flee right now. Nothing was anchoring her to this place outside of her being an easy target for the woman's weapon. It was times like this that she wished the trees here were easier to climb, though part of her doubted the woman would pursue her for long if she used the place to her advantage.*" }, { "author": "Ling Kazami", "message": "*Ling indeed liked spiting people. Defying other's commands was one of her favorite things to do; she simply hated authority. One thing she felt about Juna though; she was holding back. Not fighting. That made her uneasy.*\n\n\"I know you're not going full strength. Fighting me's the only way I'll stop. And it's when one of us loses.\"\n\n*Ling goes for yet another overhead strike, confident that the canifor would be able to block it. She wasn't aiming to kill; rather, simulate it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna raised her staff to meet the strike, eyeing the woman cautiously.*\"Neither are you.\"*She said back.*\"If you were, you would have killed me by now.\"*Juna wasn't sure what the woman expected her to be able to do with her weapon against her armor. Or rather how she would even know how much effort the Canifor was putting into it despite her stating she never wanted to fight in the first place.*\"If you want one of us to lose, then fine. I'll just leave.\"*The Canifor said, completely fine to the idea of forfeit. She had nothing to prove here anyways.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*With the bright sunlight casting overhead and a gradually warming atmosphere, Juna found herself sitting at the bed of one of the streams she had come across. Her large bird mount splashed about in the water with her pet Jackal while she simply watched them idly in the distance. She had seen quite a few strange things in her time here, though this was the first time it didn't really concern her. The Canifor had been taking the time to relax herself, idly washing her cloak in the water while she continually reminded herself to try to find something new to wear. At the sound of another voice, one of her wolf-like ears twitched in response, causing her to turn her head.*\"Who's there?\"*She said, looking around. The Canifor was never sure who she would encounter out here, having entities of both the living and dead before, however, she tried to keep her mind open at the possibility of either.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*The young kitsune had sensed another presence in the forest, though she hadn't been too worried. Inoue took another step before losing her balance again, this time falling over another stick.* \n\n\"Today isn't my lucky day... Seemingly.\" *She mumbled to herself, picking up her supplies off the forest grounds.*\n\n*Inoue then heard a voice as she was dusting the leaves and dirt off of her skirt. She got up and turned around, a bit confused but ready for anyone who had bad intentions.*\n\n\"SHOW YOURSELF!\" *Inoue shouted to the unknown party she believed to be present... At least she assumed so.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna flinched as she heard the yell come back to her. Surely this wasn't some spirit of sorts, but if that was the case, maybe she should be more wary. The Canifor moved her wet cloak away from the water, resting it from on the ground as she picked up her staff and pointed it out into the forest in a readied stance. There was a look of uncertainty as her ears tried to pick up where the voice had come from. Juna wasn't too sure herself. She never really had a firm grasp of her senses, simply picking up on whatever they gave her.*\"Where are you-?\"*She tried to yell back, albeit her voice sounding a lot quieter.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue picked up one of the random branches that she tripped over and held it out in a battle stance. Her ears kept twitching, Inoue was feeling anxious about whoever was around her.* \n\n\"I... UHM I'M OVER HERE!\" *Inoue shouted, now becoming nervous. Inoue started waving her unoccupied hand, looking to see if anyone was close by see her.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears turned towards where the sound was coming from.*\"Stay here.\"*She whispered to her two animals before heading off into the forest. The Canifor walked along one of the many trails she had quickly grown used to, keeping an eye out for a figure amongst the long thinly trees of the forest. As some time went by in silence, her gaze eventually fell upon the Kitsune, forcing her to grow still as she held her staff defensively in front of her.*\"Who are you?\"*She asks the woman, noticing the branch she seemed to be holding as a sort of weapon. It confused the Canifor a bit, though she kept her ears down flat to not make herself appear completely off guard.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue quickly dropped the branch, putting her hands up. She realized that the woman in front of her was serious.* \n\n\"I am a librarian... My name is Nagasaki Inoue.\" \n\n*Inoue had nervously introduced herself, bowing to show the Canifor respect... Also confused on what to do.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna relaxed her shoulders for a bit at the woman's bow. Maybe she wasn't looking for a fight like the Canifor originally thought.*\"Oh-. I... Sorry... I'm used to people coming around looking for fights for... Well no apparent reason...\"*She says, looking down for a while before glancing back over to the Kitsune.*\"I'm Juna... I sort of... Live out here I suppose... It's... Nice to meet you.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue stood up again, feeling slightly awkward and embarrassed for her unwarranted hostility towards Juna. Inoue smiled to appear less threatening and took a step towards her with left hand extended for a handshake.* \n\n\"I apologize for my behavior... I didn't mean to treat you like that, just got nervous.\" \n\n*Whenever Inoue was on such adventures or walks through the forests, she would always be ready for some sort of war. She felt guilty since her sights were set on an innocent stranger.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna seemed to perk a bit, offering a smile in return as she shook the woman's hand and lowered her staff. After her little time spent here, she tried to get used to seeing more people. Although she didn't visit town as much as she should, it was still better than how she had been two winters ago.*\"You're not lost out here are you...?\"*She asked the woman. If it wasn't someone attacking her, it was typically people getting lost around here. Then again, she wasn't really in the position to say much in her only being here for less than a year.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue's face had a more welcoming expression. She looked around the forests one more time, slightly nervous.* \n\n\"Is it easy to get lost here? I've been here a lot lately..\" *Inoue hadn't planned for a simple adventure and a day off from work to turn into this. She also hadn't expected to meet anyone else in these woods.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well sometimes... A lot of the forest does tend to look the same.\"*She says, readjusting her hold on her staff so she could use it as a walking stick of sorts.*\"I'm still pretty new here so sometimes it can be easy to get turned around, but I've learned to navigate using the landmarks. There's a... River nearby if you wanted somewhere to rest... Well if you're... Tired anyways...\"" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "\"That would be nice..\" *Inoue readjusts the belt above her skirt, loosening it a bit since now it feels as if it's suffocating her... But might be the anxiety talking.* \n\n\"Well then... Where is the river?\" *Inoue asked quietly.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gestured for the woman to follow her, soon walking off into the bamboo forest. The land seemed to be shrouded in a bright green haze. And, despite how similar all the routes look, Juna seemed to know which one to stay on. Her ears remained raised as she listened out for the water until the stream she was previously at became visible. Up ahead her jackal and Airstrider continued to splash about in the water, looking back up at her approach.*\"Here we are.\"*She says, gesturing to the water for the woman.*\"Careful the... Water can be pretty cold still...\"" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue was slightly startled by the two creatures in the water. She began walking towards the stream, Inoue was surprised she had never been to this part of the bamboo forest before. She bent down and quickly put her left hand through the water, feeling relaxed.*\n\n\"I have a question about those two creatures... What are they?\" *Inoue asked Juna, curious about what they could do. She didn't perceive them as dangerous, but Inoue still kept her guard up.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gradually returned to her place at the riverside where her cloak sat, going back to washing it out while she kept an ear raised to listen to Naga.*\"Oh-.\"*She said, realizing these animals may not seem native to here. She turned her gaze to her Jackal, pointing to him as the animal gradually made his way over to the newcomer and sniffed at her in suspicion.*\"That's Jace, he's a jackal. And the bird... Her name is Juniper. She's an Airstrider-.\"*She said in answer to her, watching as the Airstrider followed after the jackal in inspecting the newcomer. With how large the bird was, it seemed more awkward when she did it, but Jace didn't seem to mind the extra assistance. Juna let out a quiet giggle.*\"They seem... Curious of you... Be careful though... They can be pretty mischievous... Juniper is supposed to be some kind of Mount... But she asks so much like Jace that I don't think she realizes...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue carefully listened to Juna's descriptions of them. She chuckled when Jace and Juniper came closer, stepping towards them as she put her hand out to touch them.* \n\n\"Is it okay if I touched them...? They are really cool!\" *Inoue chuckled and smiled as she continued looking at the unique creatures. They seemed fun to play with and strong.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Well... They may nip at you if you don't have any food for peace offering...\"*She said with a half hearted laugh at her animals behavior.*\"But... I have some spare jerky if you want to try feeding them that...\"*Juna reached for a pouch at her side, holding it out to Nagasaki for her to use.*" }, { "author": "Nagasaki Inoue", "message": "*Inoue laughed along with Juna, taking a couple of pieces from the pouch she held out. She fed it to the animals.* \"Are they always this friendly?\" *Inoue asked as she kept feeding the animals.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"It took a long while to get Jace not to... Attack random people he sees... But he's doing much better now so I'd say so...\"*She said with a light wag of her tail.*\"As for Juniper... She seems naturally curious... Which could get her into stuff she shouldn't be in... But she means well... Even when she can be a bit bitey, though that could just be because she's still pretty young...\"" } ]