Fantasy Magi: Magic Arising

[The Suspicious Eye]

Lilly Nightroad



"I am Lilly Nightroad. My father is a duke in Linew. What is your name, miss?" the young woman said calmly.


Her pendant warms up at little hotter than before. She whistle for her black war horse. He walk to her full of grass. She pat his side of neck.


She is ready to move on. She feels that she is close to the place that the young woman needs to be.

Roa bowed to her "mi'lady, it is a honor to escort the dutchess Nightroad to her destination." She stood up up and smiled, she placed her hand over her pendant. It was very warm but tolerable with her gloves. She smiled "I am the Knight Rohan, my full name is Rohan "Roa" Vandana. I am the youngest king warrior of Lithuain. A Knight trained in Linsan by the finest Knights in arms. And I am honored to be at your service."


She noticed her readiness and smiled. "What a marvelous steed you have mi'lady, are you prepared to take leave?" She didn't mind following behind a noble on horseback. Although, she preferred to be on a steed as well. It was not necessary with her speed. Not only was she the strongest of the Lithuain tribes, but also the fastest. She was quite proud of her speed and strength although it was unknown to her where it came from. She looked up towards Lilly and awaited her response.

 

[SilverBlack]

Leo Cainez


One step into the town of Arythrin, and Leo was overwhelmed by a sense of invitation.


It's a new town for him, a town he had never been to before, only heard from people of other towns, and books and maps he so happened to catch a look of. Ever since he left the forest in which he spent most of his childhood in, Leo had wandered from one town to the next, living by accepting missions from one person to the other, earning just enough money for survival, occasionally trying to get information of Felonia, the mysterious woman who had raised him before her death, although rarely with any success. He thus travelled without a goal, without a basic or clear idea on what he's trying to reach by going through all the towns. Leo is already a far distance away from the forest he started his "adventure" on, and yet nothing exciting has reached him, not until one day, his pendant glowed, the faint alluring purple light of the pendant seemingly hinting him of something, that he suddenly gained the urge, the urge to go to Arythrin, a town he had only a little interest of before.


The process of reaching it wasn't that hard, by method he has determined to be the shortest and easiest way to arrive at his destination, it didn't take long before he caught the first glimpse of the town. The energy the town seemed to be fill with, with the crowds of people actively taking parts in the role of filling the streets with excitements, caused Leo to inhale a deep breath before stepping further into the town, not used to the busy style this town portrayed for he's much more of a silence and peace lover. However, the inviting aura the town spreads that seemed to magically drawn his pendant caused him to march further into the streets. Hoping that the source of the attraction that caused his pendant to behave in such a strange and unique way would not disappoint him, Leo decided to have the pendant lead and guard him to whatever place it is lured to.


However, too focused on the way of the pendant eventually led him to total confusion. He had not yet understand fully of this town or grasped the basics of how this town works. He did not have an idea of different locations of stores and hotels yet, neither did he have any knowledge of who to find for missions to get money. Blindly followIng a pendant's vague sense of leading ways seemed to not be a good idea. Leo decided to find someone who could perhaps give him some information first.


That's when he spot him, a lad standing in the middle of the streets. People flowed past him, all seem to know what to do, yet his expression showed a sign of confusion. Perhaps due to his white hair that caused Leo to be slightly interest to the man, for his own hair showed a similar color with a silvery glow, Leo decided to talk to him first and see if he knows anything. Managing to find his way past the busy people, Leo found himself stepping next to the lad before speaking out softly.


"Excuse me," he has with his usual light voice, yet not much of an emotion could be found within it, although curiosity could be noticed as he cleared his throat after speaking his first words. "Do you know of..." he seemed to be wondering what to ask first, "....any restaurants, hotels, or perhaps people who would offer a mission or two?" Wondering if he should say more, he decided on so. "I'm new to the town, am a bit confused."


I hope he knows something and is willing to help, The thought flew past Leo's mind as he studied the lad in front of him, who seemed to be much of a cold and serious person.


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[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin

The people moved by him by in a slow blur of colour and sound, their laughter and words only registering dimly in the back of his mind. He was wrapped up in his own thoughts, mulling through all his theories and other trivial things. Most of the citizens he passed by gave him a pretty respectful berth; the swords he carried saw to that, alongside his rather intimidating expression.

Zero almost didn't notice that he was being addressed, he was so caught up in his daydreaming.

"Excuse me?"

He stopped walking. Zero turned his head to face this shorter, silver-haired individual, fixing him with a flat stare that was enough to send a distinct chill up the spine of any individual that was caught in its path, or even take a step back from it's intensity. After all, Zero was a professional at scary looks.

"Do I look like I'm a signpost?" he said slowly in a monotone voice, folding his arms, impassively studying this stranger as he knew he was studying him. He tilted his head slightly, raising a sarcastic eyebrow. (Yes, even his eyebrows are sarcastic. This man never ceases to amaze.)

But he sighed, realising that he might have been a little harsh, despite the rude interruption.

"So no, I don't." Zero replied bluntly, a bored, vaguely apologetic tone in his voice. "I only just arrived myself."

(@SilverBlack! Yeah, I'mma talking ta you...)​

 

[SilverBlack]

Leo Cainez





Although knowing that the other person might be cold and serious, Leo did not expect the first response. He blinked in slight surprise as the lad replied with his monotone voice, stating if he looks like s signpost or not. The sarcastic manner he expressed with the raise of that eyebrow caused Leo to be taken aback lightly. He frowned, then seemingly let out a light sigh, thinking maybe he should thus apologize and leave this agitate lad alone, before the other seemingly noticed his harsh tone.


"So no, I don't." The lad said finally with his bored, vaguely apologetic tone, with a short explanation that he has just only arrived here himself. In his mind, Leo could feel a sense of disappointment. He has just asked the wrong person for information, now he has to search for another one who might or might not know more than the current lad in front of him. Leo has never really liked going around approaching strangers, ironic of him who has been doing so ever since leaving the forest and making a living for himself.


"Is that so," Leo let out a light sigh, his mind repeating the scene in which the lad has raised an eyebrow to show his sarcasm. He has not yet known that eyebrows also withhold such powers of expression. Perhaps, even if he did not learn of any useful information about the town, he did learn something amusing--the new hidden power of eyebrows. Leo did not know why he's so intrigued by a simple raise of an eyebrow, but he did not regret talking to the lad. He was about to thank him and be on his way to find another person to ask, when suddenly a curious question cut through his wonders about eyebrows and his further plan. He paused then, looking back up to the lad, before taking out his pendant, originally loosely hanged on the side of his waist by a thin chain.


"Did you perhaps...Come to this town because of this too?" He showed the lad the pendant, curiosity in his voice as the pendant glowed a faint magical glow.


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[Solarknight]

Laura finally gave up her banging upon the door in search of medical aide for the poor man and turned to watch the ongoings in the cell. The man had pulled a glowing pendant from the wall and Laura’s hand reached into her pocket to check that hers was still there - its presence comforted her somehow. As people said their names, she tried to glue them into her head but she knew she would forget at some point. Then something greatly caught her attention. A woman - Rocquel - was sewing the unconscious one up.


Laura’s eyes widened in horror at the prospect of it. She had glanced at that wound herself when she had first approached him and she knew for a fact that it was not clean. Sure, this woman may have the tools to sew him back up, but that did not mean she should - Laura’s medical training kicked in. The child stomped to her feet and pulled the needle back out from where Rocquel had replaced it behind her ear. “You can’t just sew him back up like that!” Laura screamed. "The wound is filled with dirt and ick! The body can get rid of that stuff, but it needs an opening to discharge it from! When you sew up the wound, you force that dirt and ick to go right into his blood - he’ll become septic and then there is nothing I can do!!” As she spoke, Laura used the needle to cut the stitches neatly down the middle reopening the wound which hadn’t been bleeding too severely to begin with. If they were worried about bleeding, then his hands were of far greater concern.


Laura then turned to the rest of the room. “I am Laura if you didn’t hear me say it earlier. I have medical training; I do know what I am doing.” The words were clearly the words of a child, but there was a sense of maturity to them that one would not expect to hear especially from someone Laura’s age.


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[Aurelia]

Sukana Kyrune

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Sukana had uncharacteristically drifted into a trance, staring at a certain building. It was somewhat far from where she was standing, darky outlined against the gray sky. The girl’s sudden movement snapped her attention away. For just a second Sukana's grip on her spear tightened, but relaxed as soon as it was clear that the girl she had addressed didn't mean any hostility. Xochi flapped his wings a couple times as he scooted closer to her ear. "Ah, uhm, sorry about that. New places always have me on edge…"


She accepted her apology with a smile. "Where I’m from, it’s the small ones who are feisty."


An eerie sense of familiarity crept into her bones as she realized that this girl seemed to have been drawn to this place for the exact same reason she was. Yet Sukana was relieved as well. Somehow she felt more sure of herself now that there was someone out there who felt the same way she did, a fellow traveler. Many nights she had wondered if she had abandoned her homeland on a mere whim, rather than a deep conviction. Ciara, as the girl had introduced herself, seemed a bit young. But from the knowing look in her purple-blue eyes, not naive.


"Sukana of the Tar-Kai. Nice to meet you. She let her spear rest lazily on her shoulder. "I've crossed the kingdom and traveled through two provinces to get here… Ciara, I've never been in a town this large! I don't really like to travel on roads." Sukana blinked and surveyed the tall houses around her. "I wonder if we can explore it all."


We could probably explore the most interesting house of all. She had seen Ciara's eyes flicker toward that decaying building. Did she also feel its magnetic pull? The thought was an itch in her mind. Giving the object of her curiosity a sidelong glance, she spoke under her breath. "I wonder who lives there?"

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[chamomile]

Adeline


Adeline watched the banging girl stop and returned to the crowd. She seemed to be doing the same thing as she was, memorizing names. Then the girl's eyes widened the same way as the unconscious man did. She approached Rocquel, somewhat angrily stomping her feet doing so, or was it out of concern? Adeline couldn't tell, maybe even both.


She watched the girl snatched the needle away from Rocquel's ear which she used to neatly cut up the nice sewing Rocquel did. She screamed about the dirt and grime that could possibly be in his wound, shooting an angry tone. Adeline only smiled, remembering how she used to be like this girl, and how she became the girl she was now.


The child then turned to the rest of the room. “I am Laura if you didn’t hear me say it earlier. I have medical training; I do know what I am doing.” The words were clearly the words of a child, but there was a sense of maturity to them that one would not expect to hear especially from someone her young age.*Laura eh? I must've missed her name sitting in the corner* she thought, with little regret sitting in the corner. Then she took into consideration of the contact made by her cell mates would've woken up or maybe at least have the man moaning in pain or tiredness.


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[HighnessesReign]

Rocquel Rondrill


Rocquels soft icy gaze trailed the mans figure thoughtfully, the mans pale skin now discolored by miserable blotches of cold colors, nauseating greens dragged themselves through the faded hues of intense purples and blues and sickening yellows. Such appearances only being interupted by the scattered slices through flesh which decorated most commonly near the mans wrist, each cut performed without the mercy of a priest or the mercy of a man clutching onto his sanity, though there seemingly was reason behind each one, each injury inflicted upon the nameless individual with the intention of receiving something in return, a screech, a plea, disgusting pleasure, perhaps an answer.


Each scenario filtered through the young women's mind, her eyelids fluttering rhythmically as a butterflies exotic wings would as her eyes fell upon her fingers, wondering a moment whether the sun or the moon shined within a sky of either darkness or light.


Just as suddenly with ruthless movements the needle within the carticledge of her ear had disappeared, the chill of the cells frigid air looping through the scarred hole. As this occurred for a moment Rocquel was quizzicle upon the matter of how and whether to react when the squeaky tone of a young individual interrupted her thoughtful silence, one which became shrill as its volume grew in intensity.


The womens heart which had been light as she attempted to rid it of the actuality of their situation seemed to then skip its beat forward a single millisecond as she glanced upwards at the young child before her, blond knotted hair tugged back in identicle pigtails. The squeaky voice critiquing in a fruitful shout though Rocquel saw such a volume to be unneeded and be vain as it caused her mind to wander into the deserted territories of her conscious.


Such statements spoken in an irritated tone reminded her of the small incidients of cruelty she had witnessed that her mother and father experienced when found to be guilty by the hands of their families masters, though her mother had said they were not the servants of the wealthy family Rocquel grew to think otherwise as she grew in age and mainly in wisdom.


The grotesque bruises alike the males before her would litter her mothers worn arms, young Rocquels blue eyes capable of spotting them even as her mother wore long sleeves sown by her own fingers. And though their masters verbal attacks weren't capable of inflicting the same injuries as their hands, she had been able to spot the sadness and anxiety within her parents dreary eyes as even when within their own home they'd work tediously as though they were still being watched and judged by observing eyes.


In that single moment, Rocquel wondered if she was experiencing even a pinch of the negative critism her parents had.


Then as though their parents boss stood before her with sudden strength and surprising courage the women in a quick fluid motion arose and stood before the girl, sternness within her gaze though the same fragile gentleness apparent in her structure and expression, uncaring for the girls name or what medical training she may have as Rocquel had


sown those wounds with her own knowledgable hands and did so with full awareness of what she was doing.


Just as her parents had she had done the best she could in the given circumstance.


"Just as you are young Miss, I am well aware of what dirt and grime may enter this mans wounds though it wouldn't matter in the end if he were to bleed out as he will if you do not return me my needle." Rocquels bottom lip quivered as she spoke in a quiet tone, her fingers wrapped into tight fights at her sides as she attempted to not feel conscious for her words. "We are not currently in a hospital and I am sure just as everyone else you have lost what possessions you may have had. We old no water, no alcohol and unless there is a dead corpse within this cell we have no maggots to eat away at the dead tissue if you were to prefer such a thing." The women feared the girls response though she continued after taking a trembling breath, a wet substance glistening within her eyes as she herself came to terms with their terrible and unfortunate situation now speaking in a saddened whisper. "We are in a cell, not a hospital and we must do as we must with what we have. Young Miss I must ask that you return me my needle. Though I regret to oppose anyone and place this man in worse conditions I must tell you that I'd rather he live a little longer with delusion and sickness then a few short minutes with further amounts of blood being lost."


Rocquel tenderly reached out with calloused fingers and awaited for the girl who stood at a much lower height to hand back what she had rudely retrieved from within the womens ear attempting to calm the sting which threatened the back of her eyes.


For she was afraid, so afraid.


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[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin

Zero was about to continue on following his pendant, thinking that he was done waylaying him, but his question stopped him in his tracks.

"Did you perhaps...Come to this town because of this too?"

Several emotions flooded through his senses in that single second his eyes locked onto the pendant he held; surprise, shock, bewilderment, suspicion, yet his expression remained as, well... Expressionless as ever. Not a flicker of the thoughts he was feeling showed through his clever mask. He had been doing it for so long, keeping this flawless facade over his thoughts and feelings, that it had become almost a second nature to him. His narrowed eyes flickered back up to the man with silver hair, appraising him anew. Should I..?




Zero shifted his feet to properly face him, slowly sliding his shirt collar aside and lifted the slender silver chain that the pendant swung gently upon, his dark eyes never leaving the other's. The metal, perhaps even more than it had ever been before, was as cold as ice, if not colder. But somehow, when you touched it, you could feel shifting currents of some unknown energy swirling and intertwining just beneath the surface in a twisting, ethereal dance. It felt... Alive.

Yet he quickly dropped it again, pulling his shirt back up over his shoulder. He folded his arms once more, looking down at this younger man with a guarded expression.

"I think that answers your question well enough."

Zero was strongly aware of the risk he was showing his pendant to him; it was something that could potentially link him back to the Oenar family. It was their oh-so-tragically lost heirloom, after all. Thinking about them made him want to be sick.

(@SilverBlack. Hai.)​

 

[Hales]

Akira / Sepitus Trevils / Victor Ludwig / Lucas and Mavis


Sepitus Trevils

While the whinnys of two black horses may not have caused a large conundrum on the small village of Arythrin, the behavior of those in sight of it most certainly did when the door to the carriage they were pulling opened to reveal a man - his features covered by a grey hood although the hood was enough to mark him as who he was. After stepping out himself, he held out his hand to yet another person who stepped out of the carriage - this one a woman dressed entirely in black albeit carrying the color with an elegance unknown to the people of Arythrin. As she stepped out, she bent her head to kiss his hand in such a way that only she could hear his next words, “Find out what you can about our prisoner. Then return to me.” She gave him the slightest of nods as she raised herself and walked off deeper into the village while avidly avoiding the crowd that was slowly accumulating around her master. “Good luck, my lady!” the man then called out to her as he lowered his hood revealing his brilliantly bright bleach blonde hair and confirming the fact that he was indeed their long awaited guest, Sepitus Trevils.


People immediately charged in, hoping to get closer to the man who seemed to be legend already. The people had heard stories of his plans, his goals, the things he did for people, but this was his very first visit to Arythrin so many were eager to see the man for themselves. Sepitus did not push them away either. He expertly navigated the crowd in such a way that ensured he shook hands with everyone who desired it and when a small child came to be in danger of the mob he was accruing, he picked the little girl up and placed her upon his shoulders. “Everyone, everyone,” he shouted, his voice echoing down every alleyway. “Tonight we will prepare the town! All your chefs will gather, everyone is welcome for we will prepare a feast to feed us all!”


The people cheered at his proclamation, the woman in black simply forgotten in all the excitement. Who would’ve thought that that was the point?


Akira

The woman in black weaved her way into the alleyways. If anyone had followed her this far, they would’ve had to be an expert to continue in such a manner for as she made her way between the buildings that comprised this small village, her feet were light and agile leaving no trace that she had been this way. It was a second nature to her by now - moving this way. She didn’t even have to think about the sheer difficulty of the task as she meandered out of the mess of buildings leaving a single location lying in front of her. It appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. The walls were boarded with simple wooden planks and many of the windows were barred with those same wooden planks. The doors had long since been covered and hidden leaving no signs that any life remained inside.


Akira glanced behind her, once again assuring that no one had followed her before working her way to the back of the building. A single wooden plank - nondifferentiable from all the others - pulled back allowing a way inside the building. The secret was knowing which one and that was something not even the people inside were privy to the knowledge of. Akira knew though, and when no one was in sight, she pulled it back slipping through to the inside.


The building was dimly lit to say the least. One or two lanterns were here or there to ensure that one did not get lost. Akira picked up one such lantern and began to make her way through.


Mavis and Lucas were quick to find her and Akira was slightly surprised by this although no expression showed it upon her face. They merely followed her, their own expressions eager to hear the orders she carried from Master Sepitus. Opening the door to a single room, the three of them marched inside to find Victor Ludwig and heard the loud roaring of a saw. Victor appeared to be building the oddest of contraptions, but when he saw the black woman, he quickly stopped the saw and removed his glasses. “Welcome Mistress,” he greeted her. He didn’t even glance at the two men behind her. “Might I be of service?”


“Have you managed to extract the answers Sepitus requires from the prisoner?” She inquired.


“To some extent, yes,” Victor replied simply. “He does know a lot more about magic than he initially led on and he has certainly heard mention of the pendants we seek. I might even go so far as to suggest he has one although Mavis and Lucas have assured me it is not with him. I was planning on working further on this point with the boy later today. He’s quite an amusing one - very fun to play with. The queen’s illness progresses much as intended - that much he knows for certain.”


“I had hoped, with your skills, that we could have ascertained more information by now.” Akria scoffed. “And while they may be good for heavy lifting, I would hardly trust Mavis and Lucas with the task of retrieving a pendent from the boy. Perhaps I should pay the boy a visit, and see for myself.”


“Ahh… the brutes have been useful for one thing though. They brought in some fresh meat just a while ago - found them wandering through the town without any apparent purpose. I do believe Mavis tried to say that one of them had a strange piece of jewelry on them. It could be what we are searching for,” Victor added. Lucas began nodding vigorously as the torture man spoke - he understood his brother better than most and he knew that his assumptions were correct.


“Even more of a reason to see for myself.” Akira turned to the two brutes. “I trust that our new prisoners have been properly restrained?”


Lucas’s eyes grew wide at her question and he knew better than to respond for the truth would not impress her and he didn’t think her reaction would be pleasant.


Akria’s eyes bore into the man as he remained silent. “I figured as much.” She sighed, glaring at the blundering fools behind her. “I shall inform Sepitus of your utter incompetence.” She then turned to Victor and asked “You wouldn’t happen to have any gas or substance that could incapacitate all of them would you?”


“Why of course?” Victor’s voice nearly rose an octave in excitement. “There’s no better tool in my arsenal.”


“Perfect, then perhaps you will get the opportunity to prove your information gathering skills once more Ludwig. I need as much knowledge as you can obtain from our new guests.”


“It would be my honor, Mistress.” With that Victor walked into a back storeroom and came out with 2 tanks - rudimentary at best, but functional. He handed one to the woman in black and proceeded to lead the way out of his makeshift torture chamber and to the room where the prisoners were held, sliding a tube under the door and releasing the gas.


It was one of those gases that he enjoyed using simply because it was a ghost. The gas had no scent and remained only barely visible making it the perfect tool for a task such as this.


The Desert's Edge

Meanwhile, on the edge of the desert, a single individual peered beyond the mountains that bordered his land. He carried only a single sack although its contents remained disguised. His clothing was not what someone from Assyria would be accustomed to - every ounce of his skin was covered concealing the burn of the desert sun. A single name replayed in his mind - the person he was supposed to find. Sepitus.

 

[Archon]

Well, he had the money, he had the skills, and he had the charm. Michael crawled out of bed in a cumbersomely slow manner, before he proceeded to get changed into his hunting outfit-well, it wasn't like he had anything else to wear-unless he decided to go out naked today. Although he was still at least 50 years off becoming totally insane, or so he hoped. If everything went well tomorrow night he would be drinking the finest wine in Linwe, whilst sweet talking the best looking girls, and telling tales of his dangerous exploits through Lithuain! He could see it now, a crowd of people gathered around him to hear how he battled the Great Bear Byros, a 13 foot bear with red eyes and a roar that shook the mountains!


Oh life was going to be good... He couldn't wait! In fact, Michael got so impatient that he nearly wandered out the hut without his trusty bow, he rectified that oversight and retrieved it, placing it over his back. The only gear he had packed was a few days food, water, his pendant and bow. It was all he would need... Paying his final respects to his buried parents, he hastily left the hut, unwilling to dwell on unhappy memories, and headed in the direction of Linwe, never to return, and without looking back-or so he thought he was headed towards Linwe... Little did he know soon he would stumble upon a different location entirely, one nothing like Linwe and very far away from it. And this time it wouldn't be his fault, but the innocent looking pendant's, that he so obliviously wore around his neck.

 

[SilverBlack]

Leo Cainez





The lad had paused upon hearing his question.


The emotions the lad was feeling is something Leo could not really identify, seemingly hidden under a clever mask formed by years of experience. Leo could not exactly tell if his question has in some way offended the lad or not (something he wished to avoid), but could only see that his question did stop the lad dead in his track. He stood there, then, patiently waiting for the other's response, his face continued to be mark by a sign of curiosity despite his usual blank look.


As if replying to his question, the lad's white hair seemed to glistened under the sun as he turned around to face him, and slowly sliding his shirt collar to reveal an extremely similar pendant swinging gently under a silver chain. Emitting a faint glow, Leo could not tell if it's from the sunlight or from the pendant itself, but a gut feeling could immediately be sensed--that this pendant is the same, the same as the one he himself acquired. Leo's eyes widened then, in deep surprise, although no words escaped from his mouth. Instead, questions began overflowing his mind. Who is this person exactly, to obtain such a similar pendant? What exactly is this pendant, guiding another to this exact same village? And more over, are there more people out there, brought to this town, all because of the mysterious pendants they have in one way or another acquired?


"What's your name?" Marked by the sudden urge to deepen his own understanding of this other person, as if in search of a connection between the pendant and its owner, the first question that escaped his mouth has been the other's name. Yet, before he could really get a response, his attention was immediately pulled away by the loud cry of two black horses, and behind it, a carriage,


The hooded man that found his way out of the carriage grabbed Leo's attention before anything else. The grey hood that marked the identity of this arriver caused Leo to predict who the person might really be. Following behind the man was a woman in black, giving off an elegant aura that Leo had not yet known of despite his traveling to different towns. They exchanged words--words that he could not hear, thus made him equally curious about these two people who just arrived--but soon, the woman began to leave, avoiding the crowd that was slowly gathering around this hooded man.


Sepitus Trevils, as the man soon revealed, has been the one Leo predicted. In fact, the only reason Leo has heard of this town, is because of the different news and information he heard from people to people about this person, seemingly having different plans, the man of the legend, his true intentions not yet clear to Leo. As soon as Sepitus openly shown himself, people rushed to see this famous man, overcrowding him until Leo could no longer get a clear view, except hearing the inviting, cheerful shouts of Sepitus, along with people's loud cheers.


Leo's sharp senses led him to be distracted from the whole brilliance of Sepitus Trevils, though, when he noticed the previous woman in black gradually disappearing deeper into the village, not joining into the joyful atmosphere Sepitus has caused. His eyes gradually settled upon the lady as she aroused his suspicions. Why isn't she standing beside Sepitus, enjoying the lovely cheers from the people as well? Has there be some other reasons upon the visit of the man of the legend? Leo felt the weight of the pendant loosely hanged around his waist. Is it because of this...pendant as well?


Perhaps she knows something, perhaps she could answer his questions, or perhaps it would be a completely wrong choice. But Leo was firm on his urge to see what the woman's up to. He turned around to face the lad, not yet learning of what his name is, thus his words coming out stubborn--"Mister...." He frowned, what should he call him? He settled upon a quick nickname, hoping the other wouldn't be too displeased. "White. Mister White, White Bunny. Mister White Bunny....Mister Bunny," Leo thus called, the white hair of the other reminding him of the furry white bunnies he saw back in the forest, thus the reason for the nickname. "Perhaps the lady in black knows something," he gestured towards the disappearing woman. "Perhaps...we could learn something from her, if we follow." It might be too late to reach her destination, but maybe it's worth a try. Leo could always go alone, but with a partner with the same mysterious pendant as him he felt more confident going together. He looked at the lad, hoping he won't decline his invitation.


(@Archangel Sorry for the late replying! I was over piled with works for a few days. ;-) )

 

[sonicfreak101]

Marion Horn, Haru Hickory, Dexter Hawthorn, Maddie Hawthorn

It's so Fluffy!​

“What is going on over here?” Marion wondered aloud as he and his newfound pal Maddie came upon a large crowd. The whinnys of horses were heard emanate from within the crowd somewhere but Marion couldn’t see. “Wanna know what's going on?” He turned and questioned the small girl holding onto his hand.


“Yeah, maybe Dexter and Haru will be here.” The girl replied happily, beaming up at her new friend.


Marion smiled at the girl’s response and placed his hand around her, lifting her into the air and onto his shoulders. He then proceeded to turn and face the crowd. “Tell me what you see, Dearie.”


“Hmmm,” Maddie gazed out over the sea of people. She spotted a carriage being pulled by two black horses. The carriage stopped and a man stepped out wearing a grey hood that failed to conceal his bleach blond hair. He quickly stepped aside to offer a hand to a women dressed head to toe in black. She kissed the man’s hand and quietly slipped into the crowd where Maddie lost sight of her.


“There’s some guy coming from a carriage… and a woman in black… Oh but she’s gone now…” Maddie continued to look around the area until she spotted a furry creature on someone’s shoulder. Maddie gasped in delight and pointed, “It’s so fluffy!”


Marion jumped to face the direction that the girl pointed in, making sure the girl didn’t fall. “Haru!?” He exclaimed assuming the fluffy statement was for his partner. He frowned when he saw a fox sitting on a man’s shoulder.


“No no no!” Maddie exclaimed. “A fox, he’s got a foxy over there!” She pointed with delight at the man.


“Not my Haru.” Marion sighed but still began to walk toward the animal, knowing it would make Maddie happy. “Excuse me, sir,” Marion said to the white-haired man with the fox. He moved to face the man, his dark eyes coming to look at yellow ones. Marion grinned flirtatiously at how attractive the man actually was. “Hello there, cutie.” He stated. “What is a fine-” Marion stopped himself. What am I doing!? I have a child with me! Haru would be so angry if he found out about this, he still never forgave me for that stable boy! He cleared his throat before talking again. “Have you seen a man about, yay high, with blond hair?” He asked, holding out his arm estimating a height, but paused for only a second. “Oh and a man, uh…” he tried to look at Maddie on his shoulders, “What exactly does your brother look like?”


“He looks like Dexter.” She chirped. “He’s got black hair, an eye patch and he looks angry all the time.” Her gaze turned back to the fox sitting on the man’s shoulders. “Your fox is pretty. Can I pet it?” She asks, reaching towards the creature.

Forceful Lullaby​

Haru turned to the women that introduced themselves in the cell. “It is a pleasure to meet you miss Rocquel, miss Laura.” Haru announced giving a slight gentlemanly bow to each of them.


Dexter grunted at the ladies introductions. He continued to study the pendent for a moment, but after realizing he wasn’t going to learn anything about it until it’s owner woke up, he carefully put it back in its hiding place. Dexter looked up when the young girl, Laura, freaked out about stitching up their fellow captive with contaminated tread.


“The young girl is correct.” He nodded in agreement. “I may not be an expert healer but I have learned enough to know that you don’t stitch up a wound until you clean it out first.” He sighed, looking over their cell again. “Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options right now.”


Haru observed the reactions people were having at what had taken place about the healing of of the bloody man. Normally, he would perk up and add to the conversation, however, Haru noticed that he began to feel a little tired. He sat down from his standing position and rolled his head around, eyes closed.


Dexter saw Haru sit down out of the corner of his eye and thought nothing of it at first. He couldn’t blame the guy, after all he was feeling pretty tired as well. Suddenly Dexter’s eyes shot open and he turned towards the door. He squinted at the door, fighting off his grogginess, to see a faint white gas seeping through the door.


“Shit.” He had meant to say that with more intensity but the gas that was being pumped into the room was already beginning to affect him. He fumbled clumsily at his cloak and stumbled towards the door.


“They’re trying to knock us out with gas or something.” He drawled, trying his best to stay conscious. He stuffed his cloak along the crack in the door in order to keep the gas from coming in.


Haru’s eyes widened at what the other man had said. Haru wanted to go help him, but his body felt so heavy, he stayed put. His eyelids were drooping but there was nothing he could do. Fighting was not his style, he simply laid his head back against the wall behind him. Something was happening, he would learn the end of it, but first he needed a nap.


“Haru?” Dexter called back as he saw the man close his eyes. “Shit.” He repeated as he felt his own eyelids droop. “Try to… hold your breath you guys.” He called to the people behind him. “Maybe that will...give us an…” Unable to fight off the gas in his system, Dexter collapsed against the door, still holding his cloak to the crack to prevent the others from befalling the same fate.


Legend:


Marion


Marion thoughts


Maddie


Haru


Dexter


@GiannaCoco @kira blackthorn @Kyra

 

[kira blackthorn]

Piercen leaned back against the wall and watched the show her companions put on as they got to know each other. She could have cheered when the child stopped her loud pounding but instead looked for any who may come because of the noise. She didn't want to meet those goons again but it may be needed.


She didn't try to stop the woman when she tried sowing up the man even knowing the risk but didn't stop the girl from doing so. It's not that she wanted him to die or be in danger she just didn't think he knew anything that may help her get out of here. Thus she is putting her energy in other more helpful things. Like meditating to calm and focus the mind. Closing her eyes she took deep breaths and began working threw what she knew. Hopefully she could find something helpful she missed.

 

[HighnessesReign]

Juno Van Luchtereo


Soft, gentle hums trailed delicately through the air, the smooth hymn gradually earning the attachment of the sounds being produced by the landscape. As the man as though he was an impersonator of the hunch back of Notre-Dame sat forward with curved shoulders over a newly discovered project, his vibrating throat beginning to mix into the musical instruments the quiet forest acquired over time, the invisible gusts of patterned winds seemed to drag themselves through the crumbling trees leaves as though it was being signaled for their own particular measure, the branches raking a crossed one another and chiming their summer leaves as they did so like a percussion of the simple tune the figure had begun to hum.


"Little girl, you look so well, even though you went and fell, down our single wishing well that truly led to the depths of hell." The stranger gradually found his voice, singing the odd lyrics which had accompanied the old musical piece the man trusting that the environment would lead on with the instrumental role. "Little girl, you seemed so fine, why'd you have to go and die, we promised that it'd take some time but the well of hell you went to find." The disturbing tune rang through the quiet forest, a rivers unknown to the figures eyes trailing down the landscape and joining the males peculiar ensemble with it raging rapids to create depth to the piece. "Little girl, mother is sad, along with who you called your dad, why'd you leave, why did you go back to where you can't come from." The innocent whistles of passing birds arose, acting like woodwinds with their generous participation, "perhaps I could actually call them, woodwings?" A soft childish giggle interrupted the musical surroundings the wind diminishing into the invisible forces equal to the intensity of a childs shoving abilities.


"What about you? Would you have been, a woodwing? Or a Brasmel?" The individual ignored his now uncomfortably silent surroundings, the normally lively forest seemingly occupied by a heavy dose of atmosphere, dense gravity seeming to keep everything in place in animalistic shock all except for the cruel tinkering of the males fingers as hours ago they had come to acquire a new weapon, one which many could posses though not one just as his, for his was one you could not imitate one the strange soul from great use of, one of incredible power and unstoppable limits.


A stick.


"Hello?" The mans eager tone spoke once more with hints of delusion etched in his voice, "I asked you question? Isn't it rude to not answer? Or are we playing the silent game?" His voice gradually grew into one of a sadistic nature though one of amusement as well, finding nauseating pleasure in the situation he currently found himself in.


For a few seconds though as if whatever he had been talking to replied, the man was silent though as the edges of his chapped lips twisted upwards into an unsettling grin with laced laughter it seemed he was entertained. "Well, you'll be a tough one to beat. Especially since I'm in such a good mood, I mean look at how disfigured you are, what caused it, who caused it?" The mans disgusting voice grew in volume searching for an answer with the use of the stick he had found long ago, a disturbing slush following the rushed movements of his flicking wrist, fingers tapping the stained sticks grip with anticipation as his golden eyes inspected each crevice within his sight.


"Little Juno, you look so well, even though you went and fell, down our single wishing well that truly led to the depths of hell." The individual began one more in a high tone, nimble fingers decorated by a known substance which originated from what was before him, from what he had been poking through with curious eyes for the last two hours, ignoring the tug he felt within his chest.


What the man found much interest in was the mangled heap of bloodied joints before him, the what he believed to be a female fox based on both appearance and the bone structure he had finished the observation of twenty minutes or so ago. "Little Juno, you seemed so fine, why'd you have to go and die, we promised that it'd take some time but the well of hell you went to find." What a lovely pastime, the man thought insanely, cherishing the animals he was blessed with along his path. Finding beautiful and tainted pleasure with the inspection of each corpse he may come to interact with, on occasion they'd have amusing conversation but just as they were now it was mainly just Juno who spoke.


"Little Juno, mother is sad, along with who you called your dad, why'd you leave, why did you go, back to where you can't come from."


Rocquel Rondrill


Trembling breaths originated from the young women as she attempted to calm herself, performing the small math equations her father had taught her; informing Rocquel that if she were to do the simple addition problems gradually her urge to cry would be no more and disapear within the depths of her conscious. And so as she stood there quietly with an outstretched hand the women did so at an alarming rate, having created a selected ground of equations to perform over and over again, two plus two equals four, four plus four equals eight, eight plust eight equals sixteen, sixteen but sixteen equals thirty two, thirty two plus...


With each passing second her breaths grew less frantic, though her body was still tugged inwards, her shoulders hunched so she may make herself smaller even though currently her single opponent was a young girl. Rocquel was prepared to speak up once more and request that she may be returned what the young miss had stolen though it was droned out as the surrounding air grew dense and seemed to almost suffocate her. Rocquel allowed a soft cough to erupt from her suddenly sore throat and quietly murmured,


"Don't...Breath..." The women drew the hem of her shirt upwards to hide her mouth and nose behind though it did not gift her immunity as she found a foggy glaze obscuring her vision as her mind grew dizzy and for a single moment she wanted to utter another single warning though suddenly she was enveloped by darkness and fear.

 

[chamomile]

Adeline


Adeline have to clung helplessly on the stony wall. She blinked her eyes a few times, battling with the sudden urge to fall asleep for an unknown reason until Dexter made it clear to her, stumbling to the door as he fumbled with his cloak, saying: "They’re trying to knock us out with gas or something." She watched in horror as Haru fell asleep on the side of the wall, lying there, unmoving but breathing. Dexter did the same, unmoving near the door but had the energy to mutter a piece of advice to the rest of his cell mates.


"Try to… hold your breath you guys." He called to the people behind him. "Maybe that will...give us an…" he stopped and the next thing happened. Dexter collapsed, unable to complete his sentence but the message was understandable and Adeline did as she was told, holding her breath, cupping her mouth and nostrils with her hands.


She glanced at the rest of the room, her eyes settling on the first person that it met with. Rocquel, who was attempting to do the same thing as Adeline was doing. The woman drew the hem of her shirt upwards to hide her mouth and nose behind though it did not gift her immunity. Adeline turned her attention and focus back to keeping her breath that she could no longer hold. Her lungs gave way as she failed to keep her eyes open anymore. Her body disabled and she lay still, curled, the light fading from her eyes and everything turned black.

 

[Hales]

Piper Alyss


As Piper was walking along the roads of Arythrin, her mind wandered aimlessly as recent memories surfaced in the pool of her thoughts. She had killed a man - slit his throat and left him to die. Her hand subconsciously flickered to the dagger strapped to her thigh. It had been her tool then and it remained her tool now. He hadn’t screamed - the man. He hadn’t even known it was coming so when he felt the coolness of the metal on his skin, it was already too late. And then Piper had just walked out. No one suspected that the woman who went to bed with the good soldier would have proceeded to kill him in his sleep.


Piper’s distraction was such that she didn’t even notice when the people began to flock towards something behind her and only when she heard the bellowing voice of a man did it snap her out of her memory stupor. Her head swung around so fast it nearly gave her whiplash and even then, the crowd was too large to really know what was going on. Piper walked a bit closer, her hands fiddling with the pendant around her neck which clearly still wanted her to go in the other direction. There was something about the man’s voice she had heard - a certain charisma that you didn’t hear very often - and as Piper noted the child in the air, she knew that this charisma was like hers. It could be dangerous if played the right way.


Piper had been about to turn around, to continue on her initial path towards the abandoned warehouse, when a larger woman walked out of the huddle that surrounded the newcomer. She walked right up to Piper and inquired, “Good afternoon, miss! Would you care to help me prepare for tonight’s festivities? Surely any traveler such as yourself could use a good meal.”


Piper could not find reason to argue with those words. She curtsied slightly although something in the back of her mind suggested that it should’ve been the other way around and the woman should’ve been curtsying to her. “Sure, ma’am,” she responded kindly as the memories faded. A good meal could certainly do that, change a person’s thoughts.


Madame Ulfnay


Piper Alyss

 

[Uncle ShortyB]

Leopold Tenari





Leopold furrowed his brow, digging through his pack with increasing irritation. "I told you we should have made sure I'd taken a map with us, birdling. This is what happens when you just go with your gut and the advice of a bird." He said, somewhat irritably. The bird in question, a fairly fat crow in the process of molting, merely cocked its head and peered into the bag. "Eat?" The crow finally croaked, sticking its head fully into the bag. "Not now, birdling. We're lost, and we ate at midday." Leopold chuckled and shooed the curious crow away from the bag. "You could stand to miss a meal or two, in any case. Where are we anyway? This hardly seems like Linwe from what I've heard of it." Leopold sighed, leaning against the tree behind him and staring blankly ahead. In front of him, the crow hopped into the bag and likewise sat down, imitating Leopold's sigh of frustration in its peculiar way. "You're helpful, do you know that? All you do is copy me and ask for food. You don't even understand what I say to you, bird." Leopold spoke, stifling a yawn and looking down at the bird in the bag. "Bird." Corax croaked in agreement, staring back at Leopold with his left eye. This elicited another chuckle from the man, who began standing up and gathering his gear. Corax hopped out of the bag and fluttered up to Leopold's shoulder, and the pair began their trip down towards a town in the distance.


There was a large crowd gathered in the village, which piqued Leopold's interest but not enough to get him to abandon his path towards... something. He was still unconvinced that he was traveling to Linwe, but Leopold felt like there was something else here that he needed and he fully intended to find out what that was. The path ahead of him was clear for a while, but after walking down it for a bit a peculiar looking man appeared. "Well, there goes our hope for a peaceful walk, eh bird?" Leopold muttered to his companion, who busied itself picking at one of the loose threads on Leopold's pauldrons. He stopped, regarding the strange figure suspiciously and silently. "What sort of man is this? Poking at something with a stick, like a child. Is it a trap? It hardly seems effective for bandits to use this sort of thing as bait." Leopold mused as he slowly made his way closer towards Juno, keeping one hand on the hilt of his sword and preparing for some sort of attack. Once he felt he was a safe enough distance, Leopold cleared his throat and called out to the man. "Oy! You there, with the stick! Does anyone know you're out here?"





Leopold


Leopold's thoughts


Corax

 

[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin

Zero's gaze had fallen from the man before him onto the fluid, vibrant crowds behind, looking, but not necessarily seeing. His dark eyes were somewhat glassy, his mind somewhere else. As he was brooding over his thoughts, he was subconsciously biting his lip, something he rarely ever did. It completely detracted from his scary outward appearance.

Without a doubt, this man has a brother pendant to mine. But how? And if this is the case, how many others are there? This chance meeting had put so many questions in his head, he didn't even know where to start.

Zero was swiftly snapped back to the younger man before him, the glassy sheen melting away instantly as he processed his question. He let out a controlled sigh of mild irritation, about to open his mouth to reply, but never got the chance. He looked around as he heard the sound of whinnying and a carriage pulling to a stop. Carriages weren't that unusual, but it was the crowds swarming around it like a shoal of fish to a particularly tasty bit of bait that caught his interest. He could barely see anything, despite his height, from behind the tightly packed bodies. But out of a fleeting gap in the masses, he caught a glimpse of what was going on, and that was all he needed. Sepitus Trevils...?

But he too noticed the Woman in Black (Huehuehue... ), how she slipped away through the crowds, unnoticed. He had a sudden desire to follow her, even taking a tiny step in that direction, before his attention was dragged back to his silver haired acquaintance.

"Mister.."

Zero was about to tell this person his name, but once again, he didn't quite get that chance.

"White. Mister White, White Bunny. Mister White Bunny....Mister Bunny,"

He stared at him in confusion for a moment, but realising what his 'nickname' was, made a small noise of indignation. Mister Bunny?! There was a low growling sound in his throat as he struggled ever so valiantly with the urge to punch him. He wasn't angry angry (luckily) but just too irritated with this man to put up with him for much longer.

"Hello there, cutie."

He was startled to see another man carrying a small girl on his shoulders coming up to speak with his 'acquaintance'. The fuck..?

He shook his head, taking a slow step back, before turning and melting away into the crowd, hoping dearly that he wasn't going to be followed.

(Well then, let me see.. @SilverBlack, @Hales & @sonicfreak101! ¡Hola!)​

 

[HighnessesReign]

Juno Van Luchtereo


The nauseating stench of burning iron stained the clean air the surrounding trees attempted to remain pure, rotting flesh infiltrating the sinuses of the young man whose feet he sat crouched down upon gave a numbing sensation, as though pins and needles of varying sizes fell atop his toes like pouring rain.


Unpredictable but constant.


Junos devilish canines gnawed eagerly upon the tender chapped flesh of the corner of his lower lip, grinding the flesh between the two ruthless points subconsciously, awaiting the taste which mimicked the smell around him anxiously. All the while his breath gradually grew shallow, fighting the urge to bid his founded stick farewell and instead turn the thorough inspection into a hands on activity.


The mans nails had already been devoured by small amounts of grime and blood, the two substances crammed into the sections of peeling skin around his fingers; the absence of nails apparent on the males left ring finger and middle finger, the meant to be cleanly surface but a section of cracked scars from the many occurrences that have led him to tearing off the scabs out of boredom, wondering if pain would accommodate the task.


Junos eyes were mesmerized by the small pool of blood slowly drowning the foxes insides as one by one the green haired male jabbed one visible vain after another, watching as the crimson substance leaked out in thin waterfalls into the small bowl Juno had created out of the animal. His golden eyes were tainted, no longer the pure glittering hue that had lured many women around his old town to take interest in him, but now dulled and lacking of what many could infer to be sanity.


The male slowly released a breath of the foul air just as suddenly a voice behind him arose, questioning if anyone knew he was where he was, where he was unknown to even he, where was he, where was he, did anyone know, well of course for he didn't know himself, where was he no one knew except...


Juno suddenly indifferent to what he had found entertaining for the last bundle of hours with a lazy hand jabbed the bloodied point of his stick into the remnants of the animals right lung, teetering unstably as he willed himself to stand; the male overtly had trouble finding steady footing though his talent with such a task before finally finding his lost balance and in a fluid motion stepped back onto the toe of his right foot before swinging himself around to face that who had spoken to him an unsettling grin upon his pale complexion as he inspected the male before him with hidden interest.


"No one knew," Juno spoke in a condescending tone drenched in his usual madness before dragging his left hand upwards to point his stick at the man quietly, his head tilted to the right disturbingly as he stared the man down. The torn remnants of the animals lung dangled lifelessly as it clung to the stick with its punctured flesh, the sun catching its glistening surface. "But now you know, does anyone know you're out here?" Juno returned the question jokingly allowing his head to lull backwards with all its weight for a moment as he lowered the stick back to his side, the lung dropping to the dirt with a quiet thud, the sand and grime which littered the pathway now decorating small portions of the fleshes surface.


"That's a pretty bird? Could I have it when your done playing owner and pet with it?" The males shoulders hunched forward as they normally would as his golden eyes observed the bird creepily as if he had finally found his intended prey. "I mean, they're so hard to get when they're always flying around as if you're a bad guy." Juno went on to explain, his lips spreading into an unnerving grin as his tone became more unsettling.


@Uncle ShortyB

 

[Altera]

Ciara Niera Albaria

​

"Oooh. Fancy." Ciara smiled as the girl introduced herself. Sukana certainly sounded exotic, and the title 'of the Tar-Kai' made Ciara feel as if some certain respect was due the girl, even though she'd just met her and knew nothing more than her name. All the greatest heroes had some sort of title, though often times they were boring like 'the Great'. If she ever became the legendary minstrel she dreamed of being, she'd have to think of a proper one for herself. 'of Ashport' just wasn't going to cut it. There were several questions she wanted to ask, such as where exactly the girl had come from, if she'd really traveled that far through the wilds, and (possibly most importantly) did her parrot talk. Alas, they would have to wait for another time as the newly met Sukana changed the subject to something that excited her more than talking birds and origin stories: Exploring.


"Of course we can!" She replied confidently. "I'd say I'd show you around, but I'm as new here as you are . . . BUT I'm from Ashpor so a city like this shouldn't be too hard to navigate. And . . ." She paused again, tilting her head slightly. She picked up the excited hubbub from the main road and made a curious face before shaking her head and returning her attention back to Sukana, her signature smile still in place. "Seems like there's a tumult back towards the main street so we should just avoid it." It was a rather opportune moment to investigate the building in its state of disrepair. Hopefully Sukana would agree. Adventure was that much better with someone at your side. Generally, not at your back, or you were just as likely to end up with a dagger in yours. Sukana of Tar-Kai didn't seem like that sort of woman, but that's exactly what people though before they got backstabbed. "So we should explore the lesser known areas of this fine town, don't you agree, Sukana?" Her eyes moved towards the old warehouse once more, deliberately and purposefully this time to let Sukana know exactly which building would be first on their list as it seemed Sukana shared her unfound interest in it.


With a wave to follow, she started towards the rundown warehouse. "Come on. What's the worst that could happen?" While saying such things was often construed as asking for trouble, Ciara thought of it more as asking for excitement. She did love excitement. The windows were boarded up, the door no where in sight, likely hidden under the copious amount of vines and undergrowth around the thing. It was odd, Ciara though, that the town chose to keep, but not use, the warehouse. It seemed to her that if they had no use for it they could deconstruct it and put the wood to use elsewhere, though at this point it was no longer suitable for much even if they did. Perhaps she could pull one of the boards free and use it as her next whittling project. After making a round around the building she frowned and put her hands on her hips. "Well, there's no obvious way in, that I see at least. We'll have to tear the walls clean to have any hope of finding a door. Or, and hear me out, if you don't mind a little breaking and entering, we could probably pull a few boards off the window and get in that way." She gave a crooked grin, crossing her fingers behind her back that Sukana wasn't one of those courageous moral white knight types. Mostly because she simply didn't want to get a scolding.


((@Aurelia Did I ever mention how much I love your name? Used it on a few characters myself.))

 

[Lioness075]

Leandra and Manjano

Calmly walking along the street, the two white-haired twins looked around in slight wonder. To their left were some stands selling various goods while there was a noisy blacksmith to their right, hammering away on some newly created weapon...or perhaps repairing one. Leandra spoke up first, saying, "So, what should we do first?" Manjano glanced around and then paused when his stomach suddenly growled. Wasting no time, Leandra spoke up again with a grin, "Answers that then. Food first." Still remaining silent, Manjano's way of agreeing with his sister, he followed after her, as she made her way towards a few stands selling some food.


Not too long after the twins browsed about and left, some of the merchants realized that they were suddenly down a couple fruits and even some meats. The twins were long gone before any of them realized this though. Down a nearby side street, the twins were sitting with their backs against a wall, eating their newly acquired food. As much as they both enjoyed their own fresh jerky, having properly prepared meat was sometimes even more delicious.
​

 

[SilverBlack]

Leo Cainez


One of Leo's character flaws has been him often remaining oblivious to how a person might feel about his words or decisions. Thus, the same has applied to how he barely blinked with the visible agitation on the lad's face as he called him Mister Bunny. He has thought it extremely cute to be a nickname, and it has suited this lad well too, with his glistening white hair that seems to be too soft to touch. Of course, it might not necessarily suit his personality, but perhaps, if overtime, he has gotten used to the nickname, his personality may change even that tiny a bit too--a bit gentler, his eyebrows looser instead of tighten together as a frown most of the time, maybe.


The tiny fox, originally curled around his shoulder, seemed to be waking up from a deep sleep around the same time. The light brushing of its furry tail against Leo's neck tickled the lad as it found its way to stand up on his shoulder, balancing itself perfectly well as a yawn escaped its tiny mouth, and it proceed to stare at what's around him. Leo, already gotten used to how his fox, Eldo, always acts, did not make any particular reactions--instead, he was going to ask for the third time what Bunny's actual name is before Eldo let out a tiny yelp at a particular direction, causing Leo to let out a tiny sigh of irritation before glancing over at whatever has caught his fox's interest.


That's when he saw a man approaching him, with a little girl sitting on his shoulder. Leo blinked, his yellow eyes shined with a hint of curiosity at who this man may be. He has thought that perhaps he's like him, coming over to ask a question or two about this town, but what escaped his mouth is a flirtatious greeting. The lad's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he could sense that one of Zero's eyebrows has twitched. He was about to say an awkward thank-you, followed by a nice compliment that the man is handsome too, before he seemed o have realized what he was doing. The man quickly changed the topic, and the next question that was asked seemed legit as he appeared to be searching for a person.


Leo thought back of the possible characteristics of any person he saw on the streets, before shaking his head. "Sorry...I haven't seen them." He said apologetically, before noticing how the little girl was utterly interest in his fox. He paused for a moment, as if wondering if he should let her pet him, before looking over his shoulder and holding out his arm towards the little yellow fox, who stared at it for a moment, then cautiously stepped off his shoulder, and immediately was safely and gently lifted up by Leo, who handed it to the girl. "Be careful, he doesn't like to be dropped."


The moment he handed Eldo over and backed up, the same moment he realized that the previous Bunny lad has disappeared. "Mister Bunny?" He called out in wonder, blinking at the crowd. He did not want him to disappear, not when he has decided to have him accompany him on the search of the previous lady in black to see if she knows anything about the pendant. Leo blinked, standing there, seemingly wondering what to do, before looking back at the man."However, I have a feeling a woman knows where the two men you two are...Although it's just a feeling. If you two wouldn't mind joining us, we can go search the woman in blsck together. She who just left the carriage along with Sapitus." For once, he was surprised he actually talked this much in one go. He exhaled a breath, "But please wait a moment."


With that, Leo turned around and drowned himself within the crowd, using his sharp senses to see if he could once again locate the lad with the white hair. The second he caught sight of him, he grabbed him by the arm. "...You don't want...To learn about your pendant?" He asked with hopeful eyes although his expression remained blank. "The woman in black might know something." He stated simply, long annoyed by himself from talking this much at once. He did not like to talk a lot unless he felt the need, but he still would love to keep his sentences short.


At the same time, Eldo, now in the little girl's arm, stared up at her with big, innocent eyes, as if hinting her that Leo will return, with Mister Bunny.


(@Archangel , @sonicfreak101 Woo~More interaction~)

 

[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin

Hearing the man with the fox call out his bloody infernal nickname, realising that he had escaped, Zero quickened his pace through the crowds. I've always worked alone, and it's not going to change today. I'm not going to get dragged after him and his 'friends' like a d-

But he swore loudly as he felt him grab his arm, the sudden physical contact making him bristle. That's it.

Zero took a breath in and out; sliding a foot back across the cobbles, he turned, taking Leo by the collar as he swept the feet out from under him. With the strength from years upon years of harsh training, he lifted him up and flipped him over his shoulder, doing nothing to soften the impact as he collided with the ground. All of this took only a moment, a technique oiled by experience and repetition. A brief grimace flashed across his face, hidden the split second it appeared. He didn't enjoy employing this skill he owned and knew far too well for his liking.

I can hurt others too easily.

His heart was momentarily squeezed by the cold tendrils of fear, his breath catching ever so slightly in his throat, gritting his teeth. Self disgust was what he felt for a brief second, despair. He was turning into what he had tried to escape from.

I'm sorry...

But he couldn't let them see. He pushed the emotions right back from where they came from, embracing the emptiness which he had grown comfortable in. This had only strengthened his resolve, to keep himself under his own control, to never allow himself to become overwhelmed by his own emotion.

It shouldn't be too painful... Shit, did I go too far? I don't really want to hurt him that badly. Well, let's just hope he isn't too delicate..

But Zero pulled him up so that they were face to face, hand still gripping the front of his tunic, planting a knee in his chest. He couldn't let his resolve and his mask down, not now, not ever. The crowd had scattered away, giving them some distance with gasps and murmurs of agitation.

"Do you really think that I'm stupid enough to not realise that?" he spoke to him, his voice calm, giving not the slightest hint as to the internal struggle he had been facing only moments before. He could feel the energy he had been running through his veins drain away, replaced by the faint desire to go and sleep somewhere, alone, where no one could find him. He paused for a brief second, frowning slightly, before continuing. "..Why are you even following me like this? Why do you want me to come with you so badly? We don't even know each other."

(...Well, there you have it, a little more insight into Zero's other side. Phewf... @SilverBlack, I do believe it was only you this time~)​

 

[Uncle ShortyB]

Leopold Tenari





"Wonderful. Not only is my stroll interrupted, the one interrupting it is mad." Leopold thought irritably, his usual scowl deepening. "As you said yourself, boy, no one knew I was here until you. Though I'd like it more if you didn't even know." He said cautiously, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Is there anyone who should be looking for you? Do you live around here, boy?" Leopold continued. He stared at Juno with no small amount of suspicion, as he was still somewhat convinced that this was some sort of trap. Corax, on the other hand, still happily picked away at the loose thread on Leopold's shoulder, entirely unaware of the current situation.


"As far as my bird is concerned, boy, I'll just say this. If I somehow have the great misfortune to be around you when he passes, you'll be free to poke away at his corpse with a stick. If this is a common act of yours, I think I know why the birds flee when you approach." Leopold shook his head slightly, sighing. "They ain't dumb, boy. One bird sees you ruining what would have been a perfectly good meal for them, all birds have seen it. They don't trust your sort." Leopold shook his head again and pointed at the lung with his free hand. "See, that's what I'm talking about. That could have fed a bird for a week."


At the mention of food, Corax looked up from the string for the first time since the conversation started. "Fed?" The bird croaked curiously, staring at Leopold with a tilted head. "Not now, Corax. I'm in the middle of something." Leopold hissed in reply, his eyes never leaving the madman ahead of him. The bird croaked irritably and turned his head to stare at the man ahead of them. After a few seconds, Corax croaked again, though this time more out of fear than irritation, and fluttered up to a nearby tree branch to get away from the situation. "Stick! Stick!" The bird called from its perch, staring at Juno suspiciously.


"This is exactly what I'm talking about, boy. My bird here doesn't even know you and he's already caught on. I'm not disagreeing with him, either. Why are you out here, boy?" Leopold asked, readying himself for anything that might happen as a result of this line of questioning. "If this is actually a bandit trap, they're certainly letting it go on a bit too long. And to use a boy that barely has the sense to ask to have a bird once it dies, on top of that. They're either geniuses or absolutely incompetent and I can hardly tell one way or another." He mused, fidgeting a bit with the hilt of his sword. He had briefly considered taking it out of the sheath, but without knowing the full situation he didn't want to seem as if he was spoiling for a fight.


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