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Active [Norroburry Village] High Altitude Kittens Part 2 – A Purrfect Quest.

Elvario

Elvario

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This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. It is currently open to be joined by one or two more (maximum of four other players of which two are guaranteed to return from part 1), so let me know if you are interested.

What to expect out of character:
Rounds will take a maximum of 4 days / 96 hours, after which I will start working on a narration post and get it up as soon as I'm able. Narration rounds will arrive earlier if all participants posted. The total duration is intended to be between a month and two months, depending mostly on the pace of the RP, how many (more) join and how much interest there will be.

The RP will be mostly slife-of-life with hopefully some comedic moments. The focus of the RP will be on character interactions and on creatively dealing with simple challenges. The focus of the RP will be looking around the village of Norroburry to find some missing kittens upon request by the Adventurer's Guild.

What to expect in character:
A request has come from a certain Catherin Felinus, a retired noblewoman who took a vacation to the quiet and quaint mountain village of Norroburry with her 101 cats. Sadly enough, it seems that a couple of her adorable meowing fluffs decided to venture out into the unknown and haven't returned yet. What brave heroes will come look for these missing cats? The adventurer's guild can at least confirm she's put up a fine reward for any such noble souls.

After part 1's conclusion, it was revealed the noblewoman is intending to settle in Norroburry instead of just staying there for a vacation and that her cats are a fair bit more difficult to deal with than your average cat. One cat has been returned, five more are still out in the wild. The Adventurer's Guild would still have the quest open to join in for (late/new) people.

When joining, please let me know the following things in your first post:
1 ) Any specific achievements/goals your character would have within the overall goal of the RP, such as trying to increase standing with a certain faction or obtaining a certain item/asset. So long as it doesn't diverge too much, I'll see what I can do to include it.
2 ) Any point boosters the character might have. (Attentive Student, Mentor, Devour, Narrative Booster, etc.).
3 ) Any [Wanted] or criminal titles your character might have. (Note, some city or guild-related settings will make entry for criminals considerably more difficult and would need discussion pre-joining.)
4 ) Any Buddy Skills, Masterwork Skills or Complex Assets your character might have.

Tag and character goal:
Elvario Elvario Amice Bellamy – Find the missing cats.
Maxxob Maxxob Sir Edwin Stormcrest? – – Upgrade Nobility Status from C => B | Find the missing cats.
Megilagor Megilagor Viole – Find the missing cats.
If joining(?) Femboy Femboy Ul Dyrl - Find the missing cats.

Norroburry
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Sir Edwin would himself staring blankly into the middle-far distance for a while after his encounter with the perfect... wait... perfect? Was that cat perfect? Sure, it had nice purple-blue colours, but it'd just been a cat, right? His earlier desires to worship this feline and rid the world of all inferior ones would start to dissipate as his mind cleared up again.

In the distance, he saw a crowd moving. He now knew what was at the centre of it. That same cat that somehow got into his mind just a bit ago. How, if or when he wished to dare approach it again was up to him, though normally, breaking free of a mind controlling effect once meant you'd not so easily for for it again. The main challenge might be the crowd the cat had gathered around it. Pushing through them would be easy, but one wouldn't know what they'd do if their favoured cat was suddenly taken from amidst them. After all, the effect of the cat's influence seemed even stronger on them.

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Amice Bellamy

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Having successfully returned one cat, she'd smile at Viole. “I'm glad we got the van-is-shing cat! Where should we try next?” She'd ask Viole.

Based on what the'd learned (assuming Ul had shared some information on it), there were some options left. There were plenty of high places for a cat 'that likes heights' to go to, though the likeliest was the dormitory building for mineworkers. It was close enough for a cat that hadn't strayed too far, but by far the tallest place around. There didn't seem to be any smoke near the city, though there were some smelters closer towards the mines that billowed out smoke across the hills.

The biggest gathering of people seemed to be in the small village square, for some reason. They were moving around in a group as if following something. Perhaps it was something worth checking out? The village seemed to have a pastry shop, small as it was. It was close to a few other shops, though it was currently beating them all out with the scent of freshly baked cream pastries. Finally, there was the lake near the village, that might appeal to some types of cats. Perhaps not the type that likes water, but definitely those that'd want what's in it.

“Do you think there would be any cats near the lake? I'd like to go see the lake from up close!” She'd reply, clearly having a fairly bit ulterior motive to go there and not doing much to hide it.
 
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[Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baronet] C, [Apprentice Lancer], Knight [Educated] Color, [Power Potential] - #0E0101

Elvario Elvario

Edwin was neither glad nor amused for having falling under the blue-furred fleabag [Mind Control]. While he cursed his own carelessly for having fallen under the creature's spell, that still didn't stop the bubbling rage from the very pit of his stomach. His fist tightened to its very maximum, his knuckles inside the gauntlet turning white and the material groaned thanks to the strength being applied to it. Wonder thoughts of smashing that stupid cat's head crossed his mind, the vision of its tiny brain being splattered across the village square bringing a cruel, vile grin which stretched from ear-to-ear.

However, he held himself for the moment, if only because its owner had been pleasant to talk with. Had this been a stray animal, he would certainly carry out the uncensored, raw violence here and now.

The baronet began walking, circling the square with heavy-steps. The eyeholes of his horned helmet first shifting from the animal to the unwashed, gawking crowd. A thought crossed his head. Maybe eye-contact is necessary for this vermin's [Mind Control] to take place? He wondered, as he remembered coming under its effects as soon as he laid eyes on the miscreant. Going with that assumption, the corrupted knight devised a plan.

Removing his crimson cape from his back, he would begin to approach the animal and push the crowd away from his path without a single care or gentleness, using his the underside of his sabatons. And, as soon as he got close enough to the animal, he would attempt to snatch it, using his cape, as if it were a bag. Maybe that would be enough to break the feline's control.
 

Viole
Languages: Common | %Analog%
Mention: Elvario Elvario
Viole was grateful none of the cats escaped when the noblewoman took the cat from them, that would be utter tragedy if more escaped at this point, especially with already such a long list of cats to find. "Yes, it is quite a good happenstance we managed to get the vanishing cat first. Though where we should go is still up in the air really." Viole exclaimed, they had many different cats to catch and yet only so few people to do it, logically they should go for the furthest or hardest cats to catch first since then they could dedicate the most energy to catching them while leaving the easiest and closest ones for later when they had less energy. But how to decide which was the best to choose was a tough decision especially since they knew pretty much nothing about the cats, like how did the cat they just put away could seemingly disappear like that.

Just like that it was Amices voice that threw him out of his 'thinking tank' and back to reality. "I don't think cats like water that much, though there is some logic in it since cats do like eating fish, and some even like eating bugs, so we can certainly try Amice, though not for too long ok? We can have some fun after the job is done, I can even teach you some things if you so wish."
Viole said, after thinking a bit, with a decision made he ventured along with Amice in the direction of the nearest lake, however they knew the direction to one that is.
 
Marius Roswell

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Titles: Mundane Human, Isekai, Born for This
Languages: Common

It's been around a week or more since his arrival in this newfound world. In a way, it was almost disturbing how strangely comforting he found the familiar things that greeted him: grass, trees, the blue skies, and most especially - people. Yes, people - although Marius was still wet behind the ears and struggling to navigate, he did manage to find himself in a small town, finding himself reassured that there was a civilization to be found. Knowing the language certainly helped as well, despite never having studied it.

"...live as you please..."​

Yes, this must've been the act of [God] - or whatever seemed to greet him at that moment. Memories seemed to come back to him just vaguely as he wandered the streets, making sure not to stare too much at some of the beastfolk. He didn't fail to notice that he, in turn, was the one being stared at by some. Marius wasn't oblivious enough to not notice that his clothes were, as simple as they are, just a little out of place. But it was the only attire on his back. And to get new attire, he had to--
Marius was thinking to himself as he passed by a notice board - and a convenient recruitment ad coming from some kind of inn. Of course. He knew how to put himself to use, even in this new world.

The tired man steeped for a short while in such thought as he felt the wagon slowly halt to a stop. "We've arrived, everyone! Norroburry!" - the coachman yelled out. While Marius did enough odd jobs in the previous town to have gotten a new set of clothes and some rykes to spare, he knew that he had to do something more. A caravan passing by was just the right opportunity for him to set out further, see what the places bring. Not even bothering to ask for the destination, he joined as one of the passengers. Rumors, merchant scoops, anecdotes - everything was useful to him at this stage. Not that he understood it well.

With a yawn and a stretch, Marius jumped out of the wagon as he took a deep breath. Mountains seemed to greet him from all directions. Norroburry - a humble mining village, from what he gathered, dependent on the operating mines. Surely such a village can harbor another worker, right? As much as he wanted to do something else, he knew that able-bodied people were needed everywhere at all times. He'll have to bear with another couple of odd jobs before he can move onto another city - the capital, perhaps?

"Alright then," - the young man mumbled to himself as he tentatively walked around in search of a notice board. He had but around 100 rykes to his name - a request to fulfill and a reward to enjoy would be quite appreciated. His eyes wandered as he found himself looking at the people around him: housewives with children, burly miners, the same merchants and passengers that he was accompanied by in the wagon. Life was being led by everyone. Then, so too can he find a life to cling to in here, surely.

A shake of his head managed to get him out of marinating in such thoughts. He finally caught a glimpse of a notice board, hastening his step to approach it. Marius began skimming all of the ads, until a peculiar one greeted him. A noblewoman's cats ventured out into the wild and needed to be found and rescued. Simple enough, he thought to himself - the reward was quite hefty, too. Increasing his standing in the eyes of a noble would be quite nice, of course, but the feeling in his stomach reminded him that he needed to first be able to actually live on something. And so he tore the ad off with a swift motion as he headed for the guild, entering the building with the paper in hand.
 
Flying becomes like walking when you do enough of it.
  • After removing himself from the fiasco over yon' in Odai Island, Aniel wanted to... honestly, take a bit of a break? Respite if you will. Aniel was happy to have wings and the ability to fly, after all, there was nothing more relaxing than flying in the constantly vast and ever-so-blue sky! Although it was rather boring.

    As he flew over a village, two things caught Aniel's eyes; one, a pair of colourful individuals who may or may not be friendly but seemed friendly and two, a precariously peculiar and confusing situation where a blackened hunk of metal was attempting to kidnap some sort celebrity cat through its crowd of adoring fans...? Aniel was scared of people who covered their faces so he ignored the claustrophobic crowd and instead flew down to the colourful pair who may or may not be friendly.

    Gliding down between Amice and Viole, Aniel's cape fell around him like a blanket of blood, enveloping his wings as they folded behind him. As the heels of his shoes clicked on the floor, Aniel lifted his hand to lightly wave "Salve~♡" He'd greet with a smile. His eyes quickly fell on Amice, "My oh mine divinely divine divinity, you are quite a lot smaller than I'd begun to think darling Miss! I thought it was a trick of perspective, but you are indeed really very so truly quite small!" He said in a manner that could only be described as genuine praise and awe. "And you—" He looked at Viole, "are quite very well my height or so!" He'd quickly recoil his praise and clear his throat, "I mean, I'm Aniel; Aniel Valentino, choir boy and trumpeteer of the good name of love! How's it? What's you doin'? Can I join?" Aniel would bombard excitedly, inching closer with each question without any concern for personal space. "You two seemed interesting, good and lovely and so I flew down and wanted to chit-chat, but feel free to make good use of me! I can carry groceries, create forgeries, write your poetry, help you cross the road et cetera and the rest!" He'd then go on to expose his various useless talents, counting them on his fingers before giving up and deciding to be vague.
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Language Keys ~ "Common"; {"Sylvan"}​
 
Tag and character goal:
Elvario Elvario Amice Bellamy – Find the missing cats.
Maxxob Maxxob Sir Edwin Stormcrest? – Find the missing cats.
Megilagor Megilagor Viole – Find the missing cats.
lanzandpine lanzandpine Marius Roswell – Find the missing cats.
Faynorae Faynorae Aniel Valentino - Romance

Norroburry
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OOC: The dice decided the 1/20 critical failure chance. Combat it is.

Edwin was more than capable of capturing the cat without falling for its Mind Control again. In fact, that was by far the easy part. Whilst the creature hissed and scratched at the cape it'd been wrapped up in, it wasn't strong enough to cause any real harm or escape his grasp. The more difficult part was keeping a hold of the cat. Whilst the cat itself didn't resist as much, many others did...

The peasants, still under the Mind Control effect, were furious that their object of worship was taken from them by some random stranger. “Put it back!” Someone yelled. “Set it down now or we'll make you!” Another snarled. “Forget it, just get him!” Someone yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it at Edwin. It made a clunking noise against the latter's helmet. “Who are you to take it? How dare you!” An elderly woman called, as she tried to rip the cat and cloak from Edwin's hands. A somewhat stronger looking man (probably farmer) ended up punching Edwin to try to force him to let go, though all that was heard was the sound of the man's hand breaking upon being slammed into the armour. It seemed the Mind Control significantly decreased their ability to reason and think.

That said, there were plenty of them and they became more and more aggressive. They hadn't thought of picking up weapons, other than the single rock thrown, but seeing how the Mind Control effect didn't die down, they might slowly become and more dangerous and thereby turn into a legitimate problem, unless he could get away, snap them out of it, or... well... Perhaps it wouldn't technically be a crime to deal with some of them in a more rough manner? Some of them did sort-off try to attack first? Then again the chance at hitting someone innocent and becoming [Abuser] or killing them on accident and becoming [Murderer] was high, as not everyone was (trying to be) attacking him and not all that tried succeeded. It's be very smooth ice if he was going to get violent. He would also risk becoming [Wanted], should he go all-out too much, as slaying 'innocent' people under a Mind Control effect likely wasn't gonna fly well with most. A tough position he'd be in, depending on how much he cared about avoiding the risk of obtaining unwanted titles and repercussions. Perhaps a quick retreat, admission of defeat, some trickery, reasoning or just tanking it were in order?

Marius would arrive on the small plaza in the centre of the town in time to see the scenery unfold. Edwin, the tall knight in pitch black armour, carrying something in his red cloak, being the target of the anger of the villagers surrounding him. He'd hear them scream and call for him to 'put something back' in a frenzy. He'd likely realise the situation might start escalating soon enough, if nothing was done about it.

Should he choose ignore it, his quest to find a guild building would instead just lead him to the barracks. The village was a bit too small to have its own building for the adventurer's guild, so the best it had was a small office in the guard's barracks. There wouldn't be any more information for him to gain there, other than the address of the woman who'd given out the quest and whom he could go talk too, should he wish to gain more information directly from the source.

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Amice Bellamy

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Amice was happy to hear they would be going to the lake. Jumping up a little with a cheery. “Yey!” She'd calm down soon enough when Viole remembered her it wouldn't be for too long. “Alright.” She'd nod. “Ehm... Which cat did miss Ul say that the lady told her that liked fish again? Simba?” She hadn't caught up with most it.

She was trying to recall what the lady told her, as they approached the lake. “Wooow, there really is a whole lake up here. Do you think high-up water is different from lower-up water?” She asked, as she started at it and seemed impressed. “Wait, what would you teach me?” She recalled the last bit he mentioned.

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They would soon spot a man fishing in it soon enough. He seemed to be serious about it, as he had various rods and didn't look like he was playing around with them. “Mornin'. Nice day for fishin', ain't it? Huh-huh!” He asked them, though he didn't keep his eyes off of his lure.

Before they could respond, someone flew down. Scared by the very strange looking fellow, Amice was quick to run and hide behind Viole. When he started talking, her instinctive fear turned out to be correct, at least in here mind. “I'm... I'm not that small... I just... didn't eat well.” She tried to protest, though too terrified of this stranger-danger type to do more than peer from behind Viole.

“Psst. Viole, I think he's the type of person Asuka warned me about.” She'd try call out to Viole, to make him aware of how urgently dangerous this might be. Perhaps just as much so as with Edwin. “You're... not here to find the cats?” She tried asking, as she did recall she was supposed to be brave. Even though this man scared her. “We... we are looking for cats.” She'd explain, though she wasn't sure if she should've.

That said, curiosity won in the end. “What is a 'Salve' and what is dive-in-a-tea an what is trump-at-ear and what are gross-... gross-berries and forge-berries?” She also didn't know what some other words were, but those were the ones she was most curious about.
 
Marius Roswell

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Titles: Mundane Human, Isekai, Born for This
Languages: Common
Mentions:
Elvario Elvario
Maxxob Maxxob
Neither the crowd's growing frustration nor the sudden sound of metal escaped Marius's attention as he halted, turning over to look at what was happening with a confused expression. This was a first for him, having come (to this village - his own world wasn't lacking in hysterics such as these in any way) from a rather peaceful town. Of course, gossip and tales reached him well, but to his mind it was but a story. Reality, then, struck him well when he saw a large, imposing chunk of metal, surrounded by a growingly frustrated crowd. The humanoid silhouette clued him in - in that chunk of metal, perhaps, was a human, or something resembling one. For just a split second, he felt as if he could've been crushed by such a being had he been in the crowd yelling at it with the rest of them.

Very easily could Marius have ignored this. Some problems, after all, aren't his to shoulder. That is what he thought as he turned towards the crowd, hastening his step by just a bit. This could be fruitful, not to mention interesting. You don't often see something like this.
"Well, I assume. Or hope." Marius thought to himself for a moment, before continuing his venture towards the unknown. So far, the only things about this world that bothered him the most were the itchiness that came from wearing such clothing to fit in with everyone else and the bread in the inn back in the town where he first got his hands dirty with experiencing the new world that sometimes tasted just a little too stale for him - the fresh bread tasted unlike anything he had eaten before, though. Marius knew this well - he was very much in the risk of entering a crisis stage, akin to the cultural shock of settling in a country that was just too rainy for one's liking, where the people were just too talkative for one's liking, and where the food was just too expensive for one's liking. Although he definitely enjoyed the honeymoon period of being fascinated by the various folk of this world.

Acculturation, then, was what he needed. Perhaps this exact situation would bring him the experience he needs to familiarize himself with the folk and come closer to integrating himself with this unknown world that he had peculiarly found himself in.

"Woah, hold on, everyone!"

Marius began with a confused, innocent expression and a smile gracing his lips that he tried to keep up to mediate the situation that he forced himself into. His brows were just barely furrowed and he widened his eyes just a little. Had he tried even harder, his expression would've turned from a bemused one to a disgustingly mocking grimace, but luckily enough, he expressed himself in moderation. "What's going on? Quite loud in the middle of the day!" Marius said as he stood by the hulking metal-covered-humanoid. He wasn't much shorter, nor was he much taller, but the creaking black metal and the imposing stature of such a figure made him feel like a lacewing fluttering before a great oak. But he made sure to stand at his side specifically, but not in an overly offensive position - he wanted to make sure that the sides were clear. He wanted to be seen as just a confused, but good samaritan, a bystander that doesn't know which side to quite pick, one that didn't immediately jump on a bandwagon.
Of course, the idea of getting to know what looked to be a knight was, in and of itself, quite as appealing as it was frightening, but he shelved those thoughts just for now.
His eyes were on the crowd, focused enough to not notice the shuffling of the red cloth. He did give the knight - or his eye-holes? eye-slits? eye-orifices? - a couple of tentative glances, but he couldn't see anything beyond the darkness in them. The atmosphere was certainly tense, however, and what seemed to be the knight's bubbling rage emanating from nearly all of the small cracks and openings in his armor didn't help at all.
 
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[Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baronet] C, [Apprentice Lancer], Knight [Educated] Color, [Power Potential] - #0E0101

Elvario Elvario lanzandpine lanzandpine

The corrupted knight had certainly not expected the ignorant peasants to start forming a resistance to him taking away the blue-furred fleabag. He watched rather dispassionately as a rock was hurled towards him, hitting his plated armor which let out a resounding clink. Absently minded, he wrestled the cat-filled-bag from the old hag who attempted to take it away from him. Only when one of the dirt serfs threw a punch against him, daring to touch him with its dirty, commoner self was when the first reaction came from Edwin.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” A chilling, rumbling laughter, born into the very depths of his stomach, escaped through the openings of his helmet as the sound of crunching bones reached his ears. It was a wonderful symphony, one that raw, uncensored delight from hearing it. “You feeble-minded FOOL! Did you really think a pathetic VERMIN like yourself has any hope of making a dent in my armor?” His grave voice echoed, carrying far thanks to the loud volume which he spoke. All the while, his left hand moved only slightly, making so that withering, old cow’s effort were for naught.

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Edwin’s warhorse, black and imposing, neighed loudly, joining his owner’s mockery of villagers’ pitiful attempt of resisting him. Its unnatural crimson eyes surveyed the square, one-hoof scrapping against the ground as if itself was getting ready for something.

Edgywin was ready to pain that square red, planning to start by bashing-in the head of the decrepit crone, when someone joined him.

The baronet’s horned helmet turned, slowly, towards the man, ignoring the mob in front of them for the moment. The darkened eye-slits focused on the man’s blue eyes, with silent intensity. “What is going on?” He repeated the question, purely for dramatic value, his grave voice holding a tinge of amusement. “Apparently, this STUPID fleabag has psychic powers!” Those words were accompanied by the yanking of the makeshift bag, pulling the old bat with it. The corrupted knight would hold the crimson cape, in which the cat was captured inside of it, right in front of the new arrival. “And these UNWASHED, LOW-BORN SERFS are still under its control.” With that, his helmet turned once again towards the crowd, a plan crossing his mind.

Preparing to withstand whatever pathetic assault the villagers could mount against him, he lifted the cat-filled-crimson-cape slightly, while positioning his three-pronged lance just against it. “You WEAKLINGS better attack me now, otherwise, I will skewer this stupid animal!” He challenged and goaded them, grinning with the prospect of hearing even more bones crunching against his obsidian plated armor.
 
Marius Roswell

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Languages: Common
Mentions:
Elvario Elvario
Maxxob Maxxob

To say that this was both quite exciting and mildly terrifying would be a major understatement as the knight turned to look at Marius, a sudden chill running up his spine as he saw what seemed to be naught but void beyond those eye-slits. And feline psychic powers were certainly adding to his excitement.

He made an assumption that the magic cat is responsible for this ruckus. He supposed that cats are still just as loved in this world as they were in his. He also supposed that they were just as big of a nuisance, and this angry crowd only seemed to confirm this. "Wait, cat?" he thought to himself for a moment, trying not to let the hulking beast of a man and a hulking beast of a horse or the furious and unreasonable crowd intimidate him as he felt the crumpled paper in his hand with his thumb. The quest was closer than he thought. What else could this be, unless feline-caused riots and violence were an occurence that graced this village often?

"So the cat's the problem, huh..." he mumbled to himself. His train of thought was stopped by the obsidian knight's voice as he turned to look at him. Seeing his grand lance pointed at a cat was certainly enough to give him even more of a scare. "Woah, hold--" he would begin, only to be distracted once more by the crowd. A peasant's broken hand, voices of anger and dissatisfaction, and tension. This could, quite easily, turn into something more than just a fuss. And the knight's words didn't put him at ease either.

Marius wasn't strong. And, frankly, he usually wouldn't even want to deal with this kind of thing. He took a single step back, about to turn around and call for the authorities, or the town guard, or whatever this village had, but who knows what can happen if these people were to be left alone? He surely wouldn't want to come back to a dead animal, or a dead bunch of people. And, even moreso, he'd like to actually get a reward for this request. A dead cat wouldn't help. A dead cat on the table instead of a meal. Dead cat strategy? "No, wait, that might be irrelvant. Or..." Even now Marius managed to get lost in thought, but with a quick shake of his head and a (not at all) confident step forward he returned back to reality. Reality, of course - in a way, it's subjective, it's malleable, and most of all, it can be fabricated.

"Everyone, let's calm down now!" he began with a yell, stepping towards the angered crowd with spread arms and an almost dignified expression, "The Great Wizard, e-e-ahm," - Marius thought for a moment, - "The Great Wizard Meowfunkles, son of Archmage, err, Pawfluffius is under the protection of..."

He glanced at the hulking knight behind him.

"...the August Obsidian Knight that had been hired for the specific reason of protecting him!"

This was stupid.

"Meowfunkles is very busy, and you can all see him later! The Troupe is just getting ready!"

Of course, there was no troupe, and the fleabag was no Meowfunkles, and it had no Archmage father. But to throw the angry crowd off, and perhaps convince them that they can see the cat in its full glory afterwards, would be quite helpful. Marius turned around to hesitantly glance at the knight, immensely hoping that the seemingly sadistic beast of alloy would get the hint. Either that, or he could leave Marius alone and go away with the cat - the latter isn't very fun, sure, but at the very least Marius believed in his legs more than his ability to make up outrageous lies.
 
Amilia - F
Amilia was walking down the road and heading towards the village where she was informed a cat had escaped to. It was apparently a troubling one, but all cats were full of mischief and trouble when she would be around them. But regardless, he enjoyed cats over dogs and for some reason, cats would love her in her last timelines as well. No matter where she went, she would always have a cat eventually find her. But that was then and this is now, a timeline where these cats had magical abilities. Running a hand through her hair, she cursed herself for not staying longer and listening to what sort of power this one cat possessed. However, when she entered the town and heard the shouts of angry people, Amilia only guessed what kind of situation she was getting into.

She ducked into a sort of vacant bar and requested a bottle of strong alcohol and a dirty cloth, to which the barkeep provided with a skeptical look. She gave a smile filled with wicked intent and left the bar and started walking back up the street. She lit a torch made of scrap wood and decided to announce her presence.

"Is everything okay here?"

Amilia spoke, her voice loud and booming, as she stood several feet away. Her head was tilted in curiosity as she held a bottle of liquor in one hand and a small torch in another.

"Is this what an angry mob is? One where you clear them out with explosives and fire?"

Amilia was referring to the memories of her past as she held up the bottle and looked at Marius and Edwin. Her silver eyes glittered the flickering flames of the torch as they cut through the souls of the two men.

"Are you two friend or foe? Either way, if you do not move you will be caught in the burst as well."

She was not one to take on an angry crowd with logic and would rather take it on with violence and fire. Whether it was one of mind control or not, there feeble meat sacks were just one thing that was standing in her way of getting the job done that she was assigned to do.
 
Lying is bad!
  • "You haven't eaten?" Was what Aniel heard, "Well that's not very well good! Children should eat lots~ Ah, I'm sure there's a cafe or patisserie 'ereround somewhere—" He pivoted to Viole, "You, pretty mister, y'know any good food places? You can't starve the little miss, that's entirely so utterly despicable!" Aniel may have said this, while leaning toward Viole with a puffy face but in truth, he was just hungry himself and trying to score a free meal.

    "Cats?!" He'd recede and clap with an exuberant smile, "Oh my most gregarious self! Of all things I do adore the most dear to me must be cats~ I had a cat once, his name was Gattohad—y'know, like gatto and Galahad? most intellectual I must say—he was so adorable; he slept on my neck whenever I was laying about; if I must say his most charming features were his tiny little paws; whenever you put your finger on his nose he'd grab it with his cute lil' pawsies and just start licking it, sometimes I wondered if he was actually like a dog that was put in a cat's body; oh, but he would never eat the food I gave him if it sat in the open air for like 5 minutes so we had to constantly refill his bowl; y'know what, he actually used to eat a lot of my food, like I'd share some of it with him and wonder where more than half of my pasta went! He was so big and he constantly knocked things over 'cause he went like presto-presto 'round the house; oh—" He squealed at a pitch most inconceivably painful, "Ah! Many, many apologies, how selfish of myself to chatter about my own affairs, you're looking for cats? What kinds? I saw one in a big crowd on my way here—ah! I can fly around and see if I find anything if that'll be of good help!" Aniel offered excitedly, his wings already flapping behind and causing his cape to flutter about as they peaked through slits of crimson.

    When the girl questioned Aniel's words, he'd show confusion on his face for a moment. It quickly faded to a smile after he realised that children were actually born yesterday and did not yet dedicate themselves to endlessly transcribing decades-old literature to perfect their artisanry—whatever. "Salve is like... hey, hello or like, hi! Its what you say to people who aren't quite friends but you still want to be friendly!" It was actually kind of exciting to explain these things, "Divine is like anything to do with gods and stuff, a trumpeteer is usually someone who plays the trumpet but can also mean someone who sings praises to something or someone—" He stopped at the last two. "And, it is said as gro-sir-is and its stuff you buy when you run out of ingredients for cooking. Forge berries are little metal balls that blacksmiths use to feed the things they make!" Aniel made up the last one because propagating lying to children was a terrible thing.
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Language Keys ~ "Common"; {"Sylvan"}​
 
Amilia was walking down the road and heading towards the village where she was informed a cat had escaped to. It was apparently a troubling one, but all cats were full of mischief and trouble when she would be around them. But regardless, he enjoyed cats over dogs and for some reason, cats would love her in her last timelines as well. No matter where she went, she would always have a cat eventually find her. But that was then and this is now, a timeline where these cats had magical abilities. Running a hand through her hair, she cursed herself for not staying longer and listening to what sort of power this one cat possessed. However, when she entered the town and heard the shouts of angry people, Amilia only guessed what kind of situation she was getting into.

She ducked into a sort of vacant bar and requested a bottle of strong alcohol and a dirty cloth, to which the barkeep provided with a skeptical look. She gave a smile filled with wicked intent and left the bar and started walking back up the street. She lit a torch made of scrap wood and decided to announce her presence.

"Is everything okay here?"

Amilia spoke, her voice loud and booming, as she stood several feet away. Her head was tilted in curiosity as she held a bottle of liquor in one hand and a small torch in another.

"Is this what an angry mob is? One where you clear them out with explosives and fire?"

Amilia was referring to the memories of her past as she held up the bottle and looked at Marius and Edwin. Her silver eyes glittered the flickering flames of the torch as they cut through the souls of the two men.

"Are you two friend or foe? Either way, if you do not move you will be caught in the burst as well."

She was not one to take on an angry crowd with logic and would rather take it on with violence and fire. Whether it was one of mind control or not, there feeble meat sacks were just one thing that was standing in her way of getting the job done that she was assigned to do.

Tag and character goal:
Elvario Elvario Amice Bellamy – Find the missing cats.
Maxxob Maxxob Sir Edwin Stormcrest? – Find the missing cats.
Megilagor Megilagor Viole – Find the missing cats.
lanzandpine lanzandpine Marius Roswell – Find the missing cats.
Faynorae Faynorae Aniel Valentino - Romance
Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Amelia – Find the missing cats.

OOC notes:
1) As discussed OOC, multi-posting is allowed so long as it doesn't advance the scene too much, doesn't decide on outcomes of actions/skills used and doesn't take control of NPC's.
2) Normally, narrating an NPC to get your hands on convenient items is a no-go. Amelia's case in the introduction was an approved exception, not the rule.

Norroburry
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OOC: The dice have spoken. Calming down it is.

The cat (though no longer visible) kept hissing from inside the cloak. Meanwhile, Marius would approach and be caught up in the chaos almost instantly. A few people turned towards him when he told them to hold up. Their eyes still a bit glossy, as some seemed to be snapping out of something. Most, however, kept their eyes on the cloak-covered thing in Edwin's hands.

That said, the man who'd attempt to beat Edwin (only to break his hand against the latter's armour) seemed to snap out of it. “What... what happened... gods that hurts.” He looked around confused. The man got even more confused that the knight who was making fun of him and laughing. Just what was going on? The man took a few steps back. “Ehm... right, apologies, sir, I don't think I was myself just there...” He mumbled, holding onto his broken hand as he retreated, staring at those still influenced by the cat. As he stepped back, he nearly bumped into the war-horse, which made him take a few steps back all over.

The old lady that'd been trying to get the cloak, was still yelling. “Give it back!” Although as some of the other villagers started to 'sober' up, one of them dragged her away to make sure she wouldn't try grabbing the cloak again. Upon Edwin's taunt, there were a few of them that seemed to be seriously debating to attack, yet enough of them were starting to sober up enough to hold back their fellow villagers. The threat of the cat being skewered was negated by the fact they were no longer seeing the animal and seemingly started to break free from its mind control as a result.

To the villagers, just breaking free off of the cat's Mind Control, Marius' words were rather confusing. With them just trying to realise the truth of the situation, hearing such odd words was effective in a different way than intended, as they started blankly at him. Their minds doing their best to digest such words, but failing due to the lingering effects of the earlier Mind Control. Like they were trying to analyse a situation whilst on some magic mushrooms. That said, Marius was buying some valuable time, as each moment they spent confused was a moment they were slowly breaking free bit by bit more from the Mind Control.

When they spotted Amelia, however, those that had sobered up were quick to assume that she was still under the Mind Control. Why else would you threaten an entire square with fire, after all? Luckily for her, they had no clue she was holding a bottle of liquor, rather than oil. “Oh, you're a mad lass!” One more daring villager would yell at her.

With enough people having gotten back to their senses, the crowd started to move and disperse. Those still under control, mostly children and elderly, were kicking and screaming, but dragged along by those that'd broken free of it. Some were glaring at Edwin, others were glaring at Amelia. A few looked somewhat grateful to Marius. Overall, it seemed a worse situation was prevented by the roll of a dice by their combined efforts at delaying escalation, be it through luck or wisdom.

Oddly enough, the cat, caught in the cloak, had stopped moving altogether. Perhaps it was a good idea to look at it and see if it hadn't suffocated in there or something? Or perhaps that was a horrible idea. Either way, right now, the folk were keeping their distance, trying to digest what had been happening and regain their senses. That said, even with their senses regained, they were still confused by what had occurred and what these three strangers were doing here. Some didn't look all too pleased with them either, as they hadn't exactly made the greatest first impressions.

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Amice Bellamy

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Amice was even more worried by what the odd man was saying now. “N-no, no, it was when I grew up. I eat now.” She tried to stammer. “A-and.. I can't eat... ehm. Take food from strangers.” She'd add, hoping this odd person would back off.

When he started talking lots and lots about cats, she was even more confused and worried. Hiding further behind Viole, just in case. She'd only show herself again when her questions were answered. “We need to find quest for the lady, to complete the quest.” She'd explain. “If you can fly around the lake to look for cats, that would be good!” She'd add.

“Oh. Well, if you're not a scary stranger, ehm, salve to you as well.” She'd reply, slowly getting slightly less worried about him. “Okay.” She'd nod at the other words, believing his worth for it.

Should he try flying around, he wouldn't find a cat. He would find something else.
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Sitting on the other side of the lake was something that definitely wasn't a cat, but it got kind-off close as was definitely rather out of place.

Fisher
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Having been ignored, he'd try again. “Mornin'. Nice day for fishin', ain't it? Huh-huh!” He asked them once more, though he still didn't keep his eyes off of his lure.
 

Viole
Languages: Common | %Analog%
Mention: Elvario Elvario , Faynorae Faynorae

"Yes, she called the cat Simba. Quite a unique name if I have to say so." Viole replied to Amice, only to follow shortly with more explanations.
"Well, anything you are willing to learn, as a curious mind takes to knowledge more like water to a sponge. "

"I think so as well Amice." Viole whispered back to Amice upon her comment on the winged fellow.
"Don't worry Amice I will explain them to you either after the job or as we walk to the next area with a cat to find." Viole said wholeheartedly, as it sounded like Amice lacked not only vocabulary and knowledge, but some other educational foundations, and it awoke within Viole that spark of a teacher so to say.

"I don't know any cafes nearby sadly. And I doubt jerky and honey water are good food for a growing child, that's why I want to take her to the local tavern after the job so she can eat up, even if it hurts my wallet." Viole replied with his expressionless and cold face, his voice monotone clearly falling back to his construct roots, rather than what he was slowly becoming with Amice and Ul more than just a simple living doll.

When Amice hid herself behind him Viole's seemingly lost protection mode activate once again, something that was only online when his young miss was still a little baby. Only when the winged fellow flew away did Viole turn to the fisherman and speak to him.
"I am sorry for all that Sir. Hello, and yes the day is nice for fishing. However, I never fished myself and only kept others company as they fished or prepared the fishes they caught. But I have to ask Sir, have you seen any cats around here? We are on a quest to find missing cats, and from what we know one of them likes water and fishes so we assumed he could be found here."

 
Titles
[Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baronet] C, [Apprentice Lancer], Knight [Educated] Color, [Power Potential] - #0E0101

Elvario Elvario lanzandpine lanzandpine Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

Edgywin as quick to learn that the new arrival, the man at his side, was quick to lie to try and attempt to smooth things over. Under the horned helmet, he grimaced at the ridiculous tale the man spun, thinking that it would be impossible even for the mentally challenged crowd in front of them, composed by the lowest of the low, to believe it. “Hah! While you are correct to assume they lack intelligence, I doubt that even their brain-lacking selves will believe in that tale.” He said, directed at the man, still doubtful of the attempt at deception.

“Things will be better as soon as there are even more broken bones!” The corrupted knight was quick to answer the new woman who had arrived at the square, eyeing her up and down through the dark slits of his helmet, booming voice matching her own as the gathered mob practically disappeared from his mind. The eagerness for violence coming from him only grew, possibly intensified by the earlier insults which came from that silly woman named Ul. “Fire? Explosions? What are you, some dainty lady that doesn’t like getting her hands dirty with blood?” There was a hint of mockery in his tone. Edwin began to match her own soul-cutting aura with his own darkened one for a few moments, before shrugging. “Well, I guess I can understand not wanting to get too close and personal with those.” He added, with a scoff, tilting his helmet towards the crowd.

However, to his surprise, the mob of unwashed, ignorant serfs was… retreating? Had they really bought the ridiculous and insane tale spun by the man? Unbelievable… “Tch!” A loud, tongue click escaped by the opening of baronet’s helmet, a clear sign of his disappointment with the lack of more broken bones, blood and even the fire/explosions combo. The chance of legal violence towards the low of birth was so rare and few in between. “You will live. For now.” He said briefly to the man who had broken his hand with the punching attempt, not pursuing him, even if he could very well have the god-given right for violence.

Now that the mob of peasants wasn’t really more of a problem, or better said target, the towering knight retreated his three-pronged lance from poking the crimson-cat-filled-cape. The lack of movement from inside the makeshift bag didn’t really seem to raise any concern from the man. Instead, he turned towards the liar, his plated armor letting out a faint sound of grinding metal. “I guess they were just that stupid after all.” Still believing it had been the lie that de-escalated the whole situation, he continued. “I supposed to saved me some time that I would otherwise have wasted killing every single one of them. Good.” His gauntleted hand move, in a flash, pushing and handing over the cat-filled-crimson-cape to Marius. “You earned the right to deliver this fleabag to our client, you are in this backwater cesspit of a village for the quest, right? Let it be known that the Baronet Stormcrest is generous.”

Blowing hot air up his own ass, the corrupted knight turned towards Amilia. “Are you here to find the little missing runts as well?” Asking the woman, he began to walk towards his horse, hoisting himself on top of it with a quick movement. “We better deliver this mangy scruff to the client before going for the next one. Follow.” Authoritarian in his delivery, he began riding towards the client’s house, planning to handing the cat over to her before going to the next one.
 
Personal space is not word in my dictionary.
  • Aniel smiled at Amice when she greeted him back. "Well then, I'll see what I can see~!" Quoth he, as Aniel took a step back. He fell backwards a bit on his heels, only to be lifted by the fluttering of his wings as he hopped, stepped, jumped into the air, and soared to the skies. Pitifully small as they may be, Aniel's wings carried him away from the earth without struggle. The swainling took a gander around the lake, circling around in the air like a dove pretending to be an eagle.

    What he found... was not a cat. He sighed up air, it was a lion. If anything, lions were rather mundane considering what he had seen thus far. On the other hand, he was a bit hurt by how cold that guy was and how afraid that little miss seemed of him. Did he look suspicious? He was dressed like some harlot. He was totally friendly too, he kept eye contact, smiled, told them his name and occupation, used hearts in his dialogue and even complimented the two as genuinely as he could! That was the perfect first impression and yet they seemed to immediately hate him! Aniel wanted to cry. Whatever, winter's cold was never something that deterred from going outside; he'd just have to show them how kind and lovely he could be and they'd definitely wanna be his bestest buddies!

    As Aniel came down in a glide once more, his wings closed behind him as his cloak settled around his body. Aniel landed behind Viole whilst he was speaking to the fisherman and took this opportunity to again ignore the unspoken niceties of personal space; as he leaned against Viole, held his shoulders and peaked over his side, "Peak-a-boo~♡" He'd sing. "Bad news, and worse news little Miss and Mister whom both have yet to tell me their names!" He wasn't subtle about his bitterness despite his cheerful tone of voice, "I found not a single cat from my dove's eye view; I did, howsoever, see a lion—" His arm extended over Viole's shoulder as he pointed to the other side of the lake, "right o'er there!" He'd proclaim as though it were no big deal. It was just a lion and lions were like just... big cats.
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Language Keys ~ "Common"; {"Sylvan"}​
 
Tag and character goal:
Elvario Elvario Amice Bellamy – Find the missing cats.
Maxxob Maxxob Sir Edwin Stormcrest? – Find the missing cats.
Megilagor Megilagor Viole – Find the missing cats.
lanzandpine lanzandpine Marius Roswell – Find the missing cats.
Faynorae Faynorae Aniel Valentino - Romance
Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Amelia – Find the missing cats.

Norroburry
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The man that'd broken his bones against Edwin's armour replied with a doubtful... “Thanks... sir.” Clearly not eager to get into more trouble, despite seemingly having to swallow a lot of pride and a fair few insults to get such a reply out of his throat for the insulting knight.

With things now blowing over for real, the villagers dispersed back to their homes. Even the older ones and younger ones had finally seemed to have snapped (mostly) free of the Mind Control they'd been under by now.

Catherin Felinus
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Like before Edwin's arrival to the lady's house meant they had to open the door carefully to not have the next cat run out. Assuming he was smart enough to do so, he'd be welcomed in by the lady himself. “Oh my, you found another of my dear kittens?” She'd ask. Upon hopefully receiving the cloaked cat, it would turn out that the cat was, lucky, fine. “Oh my, Bella! There you are.”

The lady would look at Edwin and (presumably) those with him. “I hope dear Bella hasn't caused too much trouble? She does have a bit of an attention-grabbing streak sometimes.” That remind her. “Either way, I am Catherin Felinus, if you are also here to help find my darling kittens, you have my thanks and it's a true pleasure to meet you both.”


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Amice Bellamy

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Amice nodded, glad she'd recalled the name correctly. “Sponge?” She asked, not entirely sure what that was. “Is that like a book?” They were talking about knowledge, after all, which was something that books had. She was pretty proud she recognised a difficult word like knowledge to begin with.

“Aren't jerks bad people? Tahmuras once said that word and Asuka said he shouldn't teach me such words, but he told me what it meant in secret.” She asked, when Viole mentioned a jerkyy being bad for growing children. “I like honey, but sometimes you get stung when getting it.” She'd add her own two cents to the conversation.

The next bit was confusing. “Aren't taverrens... taaarverns. Terverns...” Somehow that was a tough to pronounce word for someone with Sylvan as a native tongue. “Aren't those places where adults drink the bad water?” She asked. “The bad water that makes you do weird things.” She'd explain herself more.

Fisher
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The fisher seemed to know more than just the one line he'd repeated, as he'd nod at Viole. “Cats? Yeah! By the watery monsters of the Continental Lake did I see one. Cute cat, pretty small, yellow-brown with fur that looked like a mane, just walked up to me, started meowing and purring and rubbing up against my legs. So I gave it one of the fishes I caught. Then, I swear I ain't fooling you, the blasted cat started transforming into a Lion. I thought I'd be dinner after my fishy appetiser, but it just pet purring and then left. Should still be around the lake somewhere.”

He'd nod. “Swear it's almost as unique as the fish I'm gonna catch in this lake here. That fish, though, the legendary one. I'm gonna be a world famous fisher once I got it.” He added, as he kept his eyes on his lure at all times. As Aniel returned and mentioned the lion, the fisher would add. “Well, there you have it. Seems like the cat's still around.”

Amice, meanwhile, was not happy to play peak-a-boo. “I'm not allowed to speak to strange people.” She'd inform Aniel yet again, as that was the main reason she didn't dare give her name to him. “Wait... you saw a lie-on?” That was what they were looking for. Wait, come to think of it! “So you are also looking for the kittens? Then I guess you are not a stranger.”

It was easy as that. “I am Amice, Amice Bellamy. I am a Gnome. I am ten and six... I mean sixteen years old!” She would proudly show how much her mathematics had improved in such a short time. Even though old habits died hard.
 
Amilia - F
Amilia chuckled, noting how the crowd shot her looks of scorn and distain. She smiled smugly and waved off the ones who glared at her before the silver orbs went onto the corrupt knight holding the bag. She watched him interact with another fellow, one who seemingly looked too soft hearted for a mob, then back to the knight as he addressed her.

"Well, for some, the thought of ripping bodies apart can turn one into a mess of a person. For others, they only find it fun.'

She sighed, tossing the bottle of liquor to the ground away from her and throwing the little bit of lit wood into it, watching it go up in flames. What a pity, she wouldn't get to hear the screams of the innocent today. Looking back at the two, she walked toward them and sighed, watching the man hop on his horse and ride off with the cat.

"Well, I say that he works quite independently. What a troublesome chunk of metal he will be. And who are you?"

Amilia asked, turning to the man who was left behind with her. She should think about catching up, but the rusty armored man would probably just run off again once she got close.


Amilia chuckled, noting how the crowd shot her looks of scorn and distain. She smiled smugly and waved off the ones who glared at her before the silver orbs went onto the corrupt knight holding the bag. She watched him interact with another fellow, one who seemingly looked too soft hearted for a mob, then back to the knight as he addressed her.

"Well, for some, the thought of ripping bodies apart can turn one into a mess of a person. For others, they only find it fun.'

She sighed, tossing the bottle of liquor to the ground away from her and throwing the little bit of lit wood into it, watching it go up in flames. What a pity, she wouldn't get to hear the screams of the innocent today. Looking back at the two, she walked toward them and sighed, watching the man hop on his horse and ride off with the cat.

"Well, I say that he works quite independently. What a troublesome chunk of metal he will be. And who are you?"

Amilia asked, turning to the man who was left behind with her. She should think about catching up, but the rusty armored man would probably just run off again once she got close.
 
Marius Roswell

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Titles: Mundane Human, Isekai, Born for This
Languages: Common
Mentions:
Elvario Elvario
Maxxob Maxxob
Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

Seeing the crowd slowly come to senses and dissipate before him made Marius feel like Moses parting the Red Sea for a single moment, before he realized that this must've been the effect of the mind control slowly disappearing with time. He was more thankful than disappointed. Violence wouldn't be fun, of course, but it wouldn't be any funner with him in the actual eye of the storm. Certainly not for his body and health.
Seeing the light of will and life appear once more in the villagers' eyes that were so glazed just a moment ago made Marius take a relaxed stance, heaving a sigh of relief as neither the cat nor the villagers were killed by the knight. Ah, yes, the knight - the "August Obsidian Knight" that stood so gallantly just a bit behind him, scaring off the crowds of hoodlums.

"He's a psychopath."

Marius made sure not to utter this, but he thought it and the thought ringed well and clear in his mind. To him, the metallic mountain seemed to be on the very verge of becoming one of those really menacing psychopaths, those that really do instill fear; but right now, despite the reality of his power and imposing stature, he was categorized as those weird psychopaths with a complex. But it would do lots of good, he thought, to remember that a psychopath is still a psychopath and that a knife in the hands of a crazy person, no matter what the crazy person thinks, can and may lead to bad consequences.
Nevertheless, they seemed to have the same goal, which was, at the very least, reassuring.

Some of the villagers' eyes were set on Marius, and he felt an awkward, embarrassed smile crawl up as he gave the crowd a couple of very tentative bows. To his relief, they didn't seem to be judging him, - not much - putting him at a bit of an ease as the embarrassment left him with the feeling of a job well done. What did he do? He didn't quite understand himself, but the knight seems to be thinking that he did something, certainly.
"Y-Yes," Marius would begin as the knight remarked on his ability to save the time of the group, "I did try- oomf!" The knight's bulky, gauntlet-bound hand seemed to push Marius back just a bit as he received the cat. Only now did he noticed that the cloak was still. A panic did settle in, but a bit of living warmth seemed to still stay in the fabric, putting him at a... mild ease. Seeing the knight turn towards another persona that he hadn't noticed, he couldn't help but feel even more wariness as he saw the liquor and chunk of lit wood. Two psychopaths, he counted, assuming that the woman was going to partake in arson. Her responses to the knight didn't let him feel at any more ease, either, as he slowly realized that this was the voice he heard during the altercation that threatened to blow them all up and set everything ablaze. Marius wasn't usually this dismissive of others, neither did he miss many details, he believed, but perhaps it was the sudden exciting event in a completely new world that had him unaware.

As he saw the knight mount his horse, declaring that they better leave for the client, - which he has no idea of - Marius nodded along, turning on his heel towards the large mount, before being stopped by the possible-arsonist-woman's query. "Me?" he would ask, as he gave her a curt nod of the head. "I'm just doing odd jobs here and there. My name is Marius. Nice to, uh," - he would stop to eyeball the still burning flames on the ground, - "meet you."

Seeing the knight go further without hesitation, he'd look at the mysterious woman once more and nod at the direction of the knight, before picking up his pace himself and following the steed.
Arriving at the client's home, he gently handed over the cat, seemingly named Bella, with a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Catherin. We-" was it really 'we'? "-will do our best to assist you." At the very least the client seemed just sane enough to greet with a smile. Although, the idea of getting to know an arsonist and a murderer of this new world does sound... exotic. Such thoughts, however, should only come second to helping someone. And, of course, getting a paycheck. "Very beautiful cats you have there," Marius would add. In general, this would be flattery, but somehow his heart found it in itself to give actual compliments to people. He liked cats, too, so that was certainly a benefit. "Although a little bit feisty, for sure," he'd add with a smile.
 
Titles
[Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baronet] C, [Apprentice Lancer], Knight [Educated] Color, [Power Potential] - #0E0101

Elvario Elvario lanzandpine lanzandpine Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

With the cat being successfully returned, the corrupted knight would 'snatch' his crimson cape back. He then would begin to flap it, on the air, trying to get the manginess of the blue-furred pest off of it. And, when he was done, he would attach it under his pauldrons once more. “Trouble? Not at all. There was some farmer who ended up with a broken hand, but that is of no consequence.” Edgywin remarked, waving his gauntleted hand dismissively. And then, scanning the room, he noticed that a particular black-furred cat. The one who he had spotted earlier. “Well, well, well, color me impressed. It looks like that girly man-servant, the lady of the outhouse and the insignificant pipsqueak can be useful after all.” The disdain on his voice when mentioning his other quest-companions was palpable.

“If memory serves me right, that one must be Shadow.” The baronet extended his hand, the armored and clawed index pointing at the cat with the pitch-black coat, much like his own armor. “And with this one being Bella, there is still a few missing. Luna, Tiger, Smokey, Oreo and Simba.” Luckily, Edwin had his helmet on. Otherwise, the disgust on his expression as he had to repeat the names of those vermin would be quite noticeable.

Deliberating for a moment on which of the runts to go after next, his memory remembered the sweet, delicious smell that reached his nostrils as soon as he stepped out of the woman’s house. “Our next stop should be the bakery. As lady Felinus told me previously, her cat ‘Oreo’ likes cream.” What an unlikely shared trait to have with a fur ball. Up to that moment, the only time that the knight appeared to have shown even the slightest of respect as when addressing Catherine Felinus. And, on that note, his head snapped towards Marius. “Lady. Felinus.” He corrected the man’s addressing of the client.

And, before setting out towards the exit of the house, on top of his destrier and riding in the direction of the bakery, he spent a moment with the hollow-gaze of his horned headgear between both the man and the woman. “While the chances of dying in this request are low, they are not nonexistent, as witnessed in the village square. I might as well have your names, to inform the next of kin, in case one of you, or both, don’t make it.” Might as well get that out of the way.

Shadow - Likes to hide in dark places.
Bella - Likes the attention.
Luna - Likes to watch thing roll around.
Tiger - Likes heights and climbing into or onto things.
Oreo - Likes cream.
Smokey - Likes to be near smoke.
Simba - Likes fish and bugs.

With the cat being successfully returned, the corrupted knight would 'snatch' his crimson cape back. He then would begin to flap it, on the air, trying to get the manginess of the blue-furred pest off of it. And, when he was done, he would attach it under his pauldrons once more. “Trouble? Not at all. There was some farmer who ended up with a broken hand, but that is of no consequence.” Edgywin remarked, waving his gauntleted hand dismissively. And then, scanning the room, he noticed that a particular black-furred cat. The one who he had spotted earlier. “Well, well, well, color me impressed. It looks like that girly man-servant, the lady of the outhouse and the insignificant pipsqueak can be useful after all.” The disdain on his voice when mentioning his other quest-companions was palpable.

“If memory serves me right, that one must be Shadow.” The baronet extended his hand, the armored and clawed index pointing at the cat with the pitch-black coat, much like his own armor. “And with this one being Bella, there is still a few missing. Luna, Tiger, Smokey, Oreo and Simba.” Luckily, Edwin had his helmet on. Otherwise, the disgust on his expression as he had to repeat the names of those vermin would be quite noticeable.

Deliberating for a moment on which of the runts to go after next, his memory remembered the sweet, delicious smell that reached his nostrils as soon as he stepped out of the woman’s house. “Our next stop should be the bakery. As lady Felinus told me previously, her cat ‘Oreo’ likes cream.” What an unlikely shared trait to have with a fur ball. Up to that moment, the only time that the knight appeared to have shown even the slightest of respect as when addressing Catherine Felinus. And, on that note, his head snapped towards Marius. “Lady. Felinus.” He corrected the man’s addressing of the client.

And, before setting out towards the exit of the house, on top of his destrier and riding in the direction of the bakery, he spent a moment with the hollow-gaze of his horned headgear between both the man and the woman. “While the chances of dying in this request are low, they are not nonexistent, as witnessed in the village square. I might as well have your names, to inform the next of kin, in case one of you, or both, don’t make it.” Might as well get that out of the way.
 
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Tag and character goal:
Elvario Elvario Amice Bellamy – Find the missing cats.
Maxxob Maxxob Sir Edwin Stormcrest? – Find the missing cats.
Megilagor Megilagor Viole – Find the missing cats.
lanzandpine lanzandpine Marius Roswell – Find the missing cats.
Faynorae Faynorae Aniel Valentino - Romance
Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Amelia – Find the missing cats.

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Amelia casually waving at the angered crowd did not exactly make her all that more popular, but people were smart enough not to go look for more trouble and simply went their own ways. As she was casually burning up the alcohol spilled from the broken bottle, one might wonder if such pyromania might constitute vandalism, but that'd probably be the better outcome compared to what had been on her mind at first. As Edwin went off towards the quest-giver, Marius would follow after. Amelia could follow after them as well, or she could go check out some of the other locations (like the lake, a nearby bakery that seemed to have some commotion going on or the boarding house).

Catherin Felinus
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Back at the clients home, Marius would receive a raised eyebrow at his way of addressing her, but she decided not to mention it. “Thank you for the compliment, mister...?” She'd leave the silence, as he had yet to introduce himself to her, of which she'd just reminded him. “Truthfully, I have trained them for a long time and it does seem that some do not take greatly to our retirement.” She'd admit at the feisty comment. “I do hope it is not too difficult for brave adventurer's like you to handle?” She'd add, almost making it sound like it was a challenge at this point.

The lady reacted a tad shocked at Edwin's statements. “Oh dear, I do hope this won't get me and my kittens into too bad of a relation with the locals. I was rather hoping to settle here quietly and peacefully.” She'd reply, seemingly somewhat concerned, though whether it was for her own interests or for the villagers remained unknown. “Now, now, dear. Your fellow adventurers did a great job, there's no need to be that rude.” She'd correct almost like mother might correct their child.

As for the cat, he was right on the money. “Indeed. They managed to capture Shadow before my dear kitten could start using Stealth, it seems.” She'd state. As if to add some proof to her words, the cat would start to blend into the background more and more upon seeing Edwin. It was almost done vanishing from sight entirely by the time the lady spoke up again. That cat would have been a trip to hell and back to find and capture, it seemed. “That is correct, dear.” She added, upon the mention of the five remaining cats. She also nodded upon his mention of Oreo liking cream.

Although she hadn't pointed it out before, she did nod when Edwin corrected Marius. “That would indeed be the more correct way of referring to me. You'd best remember, as other nobles or former nobles might not be as lenient.” Then again, she was retired nobility, so enforcing the title was mostly symbolism and respect at this point.

Upon hearing him stating that death was not inevitable, she'd shake her head. “Don't worry. Should such a fate befall you, dear Sprinkles here loves to bring back the dead. You'll be as good as new so long as your bodies are intact and you're found within ten days.” Upon mentioning the cat's name, it flew on with some magical butterfly wings.

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Having a cat that loved resurrecting dead people? Totally normal. That's at least how she made it sound. It totally wasn't slightly ominous that a simple cat-fetching quest was now suddenly taking death into consideration as a realistic risk to the task.
 

Viole
Languages: Common | %Analog%
Mention: Elvario Elvario , Faynorae Faynorae

"Sponge is an object that easily absorbs water and other liquids. And yes but no, Jerks are bad people that is true but jerky is a type of processed meat, it's usually salted and dried to make it last longer though it is quite tough because of it." Viole tried to explain to Amice, it was nice she kept on asking questions it meant she was willing to learn more which was good.

"Tavern, tav-en if you want to spell it out phonetically. And although adults go there to drink the 'bad water' it is one of the places one can go to eat good food." Viole said to Amice, trying to make her mimic his mouth movement so she could properly spell it out, teaching Amice was fun honestly.

"We did have to catch a cat that becomes invisible so a cat that becomes a lion isn't something impossible." Viole gesticulated to the fisherman, before shortly adding. "I don't doubt you will one day become the most legendary of fishers, though whatever that day is today or not is to be seen."
After the winged fellow came back, informing them of the location of the kitten/lion Viole turned to face both Amice and the winged one, while saying.
"Should we approach our little 'kitten' or well a lion in this case, while we go there does anyone have any ideas on how to catch it or lure it back to the house of the owner lady?"
 
Personal space is still not word in my dictionary.
  • "Strange p- people...?" The cracks of Aniel's collapsing heart could be heard through the cage of ribs that encased it and beyond the valance of flesh over it. He backed away from Viole in a circular manner of movements as he collapsed dramatically to his knees, scraping them with dirt against the ground. "O, woe is me!" He'd yell to the distant sky with a pained expression, raising his arms before they fell with his head to the ground, "My ears lack but to deceive me, t'have been dubbed a stranger to thee, o' the agony! Misery! Torment! T'have heard what I've heard, hear what I hear—"

    As soon as Amice introduced herself and took back what she said, Aniel immediately fluttered up in a twirling flounce, his capelet ruffling around him 'til it settled in calmed drapings of red; as if his display of hyperbolic emotional hurt had just not occurred, "Amice~? How quaint! Is it a'right if I call ya Ami~?" He'd ask although he would call her such even she said no. "And I must say, you are so totally absolutely utterly awesome at addition! I truly do admit, although it makes me abash, that I am no good AT ALL at maths and numbers~" This was a clear lie. He was quite okay at it. But positive reinforcement was good for kids, yeah? "Oh, the age of sweet sixteen~ I remember when I was your age seasons so long ago it feels as though I have died and been born anew," which he has. "alas, like a rose, I too must wither away... only to blossom more beautiful than before! Yes, truly I am still in the prime of my life! An old rose is still a rose you see and a rose is indeed the pinnacle of all things most gorgeous and lovely!" He'd muse, almost sounding as though he was complaining. He did not know this body's age as he came into this world an adult, much like the myths of the Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite. For all Aniel knew, he could be thirty or something ridiculously ancient like that.

    Aniel's excitement then halted into momentary confusion, "Also am I to be right in the head to assume that the cat you are looking for is actually that, not at all a cat, lion; which is indeed to be the cat wherein you speak of and search for?" Aniel asked, before immediately accepting the fact that, yes, that probably makes sense in this world. He turned to the fisher, coming toward the man again without any good regard for personal, "Oi Mister Man of Many Fish, you got any fish we could borrow if you would be so kind? Pretty please? With a strawberry on top?" Aniel rose with his hands on his hips, "Tell you what! I am of good counsel in any relationship-related queries! Partnership, friendship, kinship—name it and I can totally, most definitely aid! I have all the qualifications, trust me." He'd offer, boast and excitedly claim with brimming confidence.

    In truth, he was just nosy.
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Titles
[Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baronet] C, [Apprentice Lancer], Knight [Educated] Color, [Power Potential] - #0E0101

Elvario Elvario lanzandpine lanzandpine Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

“Have no worries. I doubt the locals could pose a problem and, if they do, you could just tell them of a possible affiliation with the ‘ebony knight’. The ignorant rabble won’t forget me so soon.” He said, in a rather prideful voice, right hand swiping from front to his side, in a rather dramatic and unnecessary motion. Wasn’t Catherine Felinus blessed to received that meager grace from the corrupted knight? “Tch!” An annoyed click of his tongue left the openings of his helmet as the lady admonished, or at least attempted, the treatment of his colleagues which weren’t currently present at her house. There was little reason to dispense that trio anything more than the bare minimum of treatments!

When it came to the bitch-black cat, Edgywin witnessed as the little miscreant was capable in ways he never imagined to be possible. The very fact that the creature could practically vanish from sight was nothing short of mind boggling. “You are sensing who is the apex predator in this very room, are you not?” Those words escaped his mouth, in a rather unnerving tint of naturality, aimed towards the animal itself. The furball was certainly prudent of doing so, possibly having detected the dangerous aura coming from the towering man. Or maybe it was his rotten soul? Regardless, he enjoyed its avoidance. Still, some sort of lingering appreciation could have been seen in the baronet’s eyes, had he not be wearing his helmet. Although Stealth was a tool of the weak, which the man despised and would never consider using it, seeing something so adept at it, enough to fool his senses, was certainly interesting.

And, as he waited the man, and the possible the woman if she were present, to tell him their names, something else ended up drawing in the corrupted knight’s attention. Turning around, with his armor fully rattling in a long, almost terrifying metallic wail, he faced ‘Sprinkles’. The dark, merciless, abyss-like eyeholes of his horned helmet bore down on the green, flying fleabag. The very physical nature of the animal was odd, different. And, to hear among its skills was bringing back the dead? Insanity! Yet, considering that one of the woman’s animals could control the minds of those around it, he didn’t doubt the claim about its capabilities. “A cat that can bring others back from the dead? Most curious… it could be rather the asset in the battlefield.” His mind clearly had already imagined the wonderful applications that someone, such as himself, could have for such a cat. The thought of taking the vermin with him almost too good to pass. How would it fare compared to some healer, he wondered.

Regardless, it was time to go back, to continued the search for the missing mangy felines. And, if those present chose not to disclose their names, it wouldn’t bother the baronet, no. At the end of the day, anything that wasn’t his search for power or amusement was inconsequential. “I’m heading to the bakery.” He offered, rather simply and out of some fleeting politeness. He would head outside, up his horse and ride towards the bakery to meet the kindred cat.

Shadow - Likes to hide in dark places.
Bella - Likes the attention.
Luna - Likes to watch thing roll around.
Tiger - Likes heights and climbing into or onto things.
Oreo - Likes cream.
Smokey - Likes to be near smoke.
Simba - Likes fish and bugs.

“Have no worries. I doubt the locals could pose a problem and, if they do, you could just tell them of a possible affiliation with the ‘ebony knight’. The ignorant rabble won’t forget me so soon.” He said, in a rather prideful voice, right hand swiping from front to his side, in a rather dramatic and unnecessary motion. Wasn’t Catherine Felinus blessed to received that meager grace from the corrupted knight? “Tch!” An annoyed click of his tongue left the openings of his helmet as the lady admonished, or at least attempted, the treatment of his colleagues which weren’t currently present at her house. There was little reason to dispense that trio anything more than the bare minimum of treatments!

When it came to the bitch-black cat, Edgywin witnessed as the little miscreant was capable in ways he never imagined to be possible. The very fact that the creature could practically vanish from sight was nothing short of mind boggling. “You are sensing who is the apex predator in this very room, are you not?” Those words escaped his mouth, in a rather unnerving tint of naturality, aimed towards the animal itself. The furball was certainly prudent of doing so, possibly having detected the dangerous aura coming from the towering man. Or maybe it was his rotten soul? Regardless, he enjoyed its avoidance. Still, some sort of lingering appreciation could have been seen in the baronet’s eyes, had he not be wearing his helmet. Although Stealth was a tool of the weak, which the man despised and would never consider using it, seeing something so adept at it, enough to fool his senses, was certainly interesting.

And, as he waited the man, and the possible the woman if she were present, to tell him their names, something else ended up drawing in the corrupted knight’s attention. Turning around, with his armor fully rattling in a long, almost terrifying metallic wail, he faced ‘Sprinkles’. The dark, merciless, abyss-like eyeholes of his horned helmet bore down on the green, flying fleabag. The very physical nature of the animal was odd, different. And, to hear among its skills was bringing back the dead? Insanity! Yet, considering that one of the woman’s animals could control the minds of those around it, he didn’t doubt the claim about its capabilities. “A cat that can bring others back from the dead? Most curious… it could be rather the asset in the battlefield.” His mind clearly had already imagined the wonderful applications that someone, such as himself, could have for such a cat. The thought of taking the vermin with him almost too good to pass. How would it fare compared to some healer, he wondered.

Regardless, it was time to go back, to continued the search for the missing mangy felines. And, if those present chose not to disclose their names, it wouldn’t bother the baronet, no. At the end of the day, anything that wasn’t his search for power or amusement was inconsequential. “I’m heading to the bakery.” He offered, rather simply and out of some fleeting politeness. He would head outside, up his horse and ride towards the bakery to meet the kindred cat.
 
Marius Roswell

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Titles: Mundane Human, Isekai, Born for This
Languages: Common
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Elvario Elvario
Maxxob Maxxob
Daddy Dream Daddy Dream


Marius's cheeks turned a lively red color as he realized his faux pas, shuddering at the knight's warning. Well, it wasn't his speciality to tend to nobles' requests, but still, it would be only right to conduct himself more properly. "My apologies, Lady Felinus." he said, offering a very short bow. Her expression would make him bow once more, a smile taking its place on his lips - earnest, if awkward. "Where are my manners?" - he'd mutter, - "My name is Marius Roswell. It is an honor to meet you." He'd tentatively turn to the knight too, looking up at him with a bit of a hesitant smile. "It is an honor to meet you," he repeated himself.

"We'll make sure to handle everything, M- Lady Felinus, please rest assured." Marius offered her a, hopefully, reassuring smile. Marius would then remember the time when he was neighbors with Miss Brown. She was well over the "Miss" threshold, but she insisted on it. She was a lady of an extremely kind, if mischievous personality and a taste for coffee, and it brought Marius only the biggest of joys to be helping her. Yes, Miss Brown and her various anecdotes about her husband, her walk to the shops. Perhaps it was human for Marius to take a liking to assisting others. Such pleasantries would make him feel a certain 'humanity' to daily life. The safety of being there for someone felt warm, comfortable. Besides, Miss Brown would make the best coffee with--
"--cream." Marius muttered to himself once more, before snapping his head back to look at the client. "Cream, of course. We'll take note of that," he'd say as he glanced at the dark cat. Truly, a fantasy world - a cat that can turn invisible? He wondered for a moment if this wasn't too tedious of a job to handle, but his attention was taken away by the fluttering, bright cat that appeared with a pair of butterfly wings. The notion of death, of course, didn't escape him, especially not the prospect of having his life in the hands of a feline, but the very idea fascinated him, however disturbing it is. "Hello there," he'd say with a smile to the cat.

As the large knight mounted his horse, he shook his head and snapped back to the problem at hand. "Right, we'll be going." Marius offered Lady Felinus another bow. "This will be taken care of in no time, please rest assured." The tone of speaking was certainly mostly a formality as he slowly realized the position that the client held. It'd be nice to have a good, cooperative relationship with them, even if it doesn't go any further beyond the job. As Marius turned around on his heel and followed Edwin's steed, he'd let out a heavy sigh. A bit of weariness, a bit of relief. He supposed that helping others really wasn't much different from his actual world.
He'd follow Edwin for a short while, before clearing his throat and asking him a question with a slight, worried smile: "And what is your name?" he'd ask straight. At the very leas, this knight seemed to be holding back with those whom he deemed not an enem. Marius was certainly not jealous of the villager with the broken hand. He'd wonder if that woman could be, perhaps, sane during these times as well. "What am I thinking?" he'd shake his head for a moment, dissatisfaction growing on his face. "This is rude to my now-colleagues." Yes, rude. Good relationships, good relationships - he needed to keep being a little bit amicable. If for now.
 
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Amilia listened to the gentleman speak before she nodded and waved him off, allowing him to catch up to the knight in black. She decided not to follow the two, and instead found that there was the faint sound of commotion down the street. She smiled some, having lost interest in being overly violent, and attempted to follow the sounds that floated in the air. After a bit, she did manage to find her way to a street that had the stomach growling scent of fresh baked goods, both sweet and savory. The aroma was enticing, and after another bit of walking, she found herself at a bakery which happened to have a bit of commotion going on. A small crowd, and growing, was gathered outside of the bakery door clamoring on about sweets and cream and pastries. they were excitedly waving money around, willing to buy whatever goods was being mad inside.

After approaching the back of the crowd. Amilia tried to look around them but seemed to just see the back of heads and money being waved around. So, with a sigh, she tapped on a mans shoulder and questioned what was happening inside. After listening to the person, she sighed again, realizing this was probably another one of the magical cats that she was looking for. She had to get inside, but found no desire to push through the grown crowd. As she was brainstorming, the black knight had appeared in her line of view and a smug little smile appeared on hir lips before she waved them over.

"I do believe this crowd is a outcome of one of the troublesome cats inside this bakery. Mind shoving through for me?"

She tilted her head and looked at the knight, hoping he would agree and she could take pleasure in watching a chaotic scene unfold. When Marius approached, she tilted her head to peer around the knight and waved.

"Or maybe you could use that silver tongue of yours and talk them into letting us get to the front?"


Amilia listened to the gentleman speak before she nodded and waved him off, allowing him to catch up to the knight in black. She decided not to follow the two, and instead found that there was the faint sound of commotion down the street. She smiled some, having lost interest in being overly violent, and attempted to follow the sounds that floated in the air. After a bit, she did manage to find her way to a street that had the stomach growling scent of fresh baked goods, both sweet and savory. The aroma was enticing, and after another bit of walking, she found herself at a bakery which happened to have a bit of commotion going on. A small crowd, and growing, was gathered outside of the bakery door clamoring on about sweets and cream and pastries. they were excitedly waving money around, willing to buy whatever goods was being mad inside.

After approaching the back of the crowd. Amilia tried to look around them but seemed to just see the back of heads and money being waved around. So, with a sigh, she tapped on a mans shoulder and questioned what was happening inside. After listening to the person, she sighed again, realizing this was probably another one of the magical cats that she was looking for. She had to get inside, but found no desire to push through the grown crowd. As she was brainstorming, the black knight had appeared in her line of view and a smug little smile appeared on hir lips before she waved them over.

"I do believe this crowd is a outcome of one of the troublesome cats inside this bakery. Mind shoving through for me?"

She tilted her head and looked at the knight, hoping he would agree and she could take pleasure in watching a chaotic scene unfold. When Marius approached, she tilted her head to peer around the knight and waved.

"Or maybe you could use that silver tongue of yours and talk them into letting us get to the front?"
 
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