Travelers of Trulane

[Dragongal]

Emmalia nodded. "Sooner we're done, sooner we're paid, sooner we can go wherever it is we want to go." Emmalia paused for a second, then looked to skippy. "Where will you go when this is over...? Hadn't the girl said her family wouldn't care if she left forever...?

 

[Luminescent]

Skippy looked down, and frowned at the ground. "I don't have anywhere to go, I normally live with my aunt, but she's gone now." She looked back up. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? I'm with you guys!"

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia glanced to Sorano. This girl wouldn't survive on her own in the real world. Nobody would give her a contract unless she was with more experienced fighters. Did she even know how to kindle a fire on her own? How to cook? "We'll see how things all turn out. Skippy besides water magic, what are you good at?" Perhaps they could set her up with an apprenticeship.... Knock it off, why are you worrying about her? Worry about yourself more and you'd be in better condition! That's how everything got fucked up for you, isn't it? Caring about others more than yourself? Another mental battle between herself and the darker conscience that had formed from her numerous bad experiences. Maybe so, but like I said, we'll see how things turn out.

 

[InsanEleven]

Sorano shared Emmalia's worries, though he still wasn't sure if Skippy was entirely there, either she held back a lot of information or she was so naive it could be seen as dim. No sane teenager would so carelessly decide to storm of into danger, capable of magic or not. Her complete disregard for the situation she was in was worrisome. Maybe he'd just have to get her to realise what danger adventuring actually held, but there were rarely any ways to show that that he could say of were a good idea. It wasn't as if he could send her straight into danger either, but some point sooner or later she'd be send into combat and then he'd rather have her be prepared. So maybe it would be wise to teach her some forms of combat, not even to defeat someone but to simply allow her the opportunity to get away. He quietly leant back, biting his finger as he thought about it, and listened to what Skippy would answer to Emmalia's question as it would probably influence how he thought about her.

 

[Luminescent]

Skippy thought for a few seconds before answering. "I'm assuming you mean in battle? I'd say I'm small so I can sneak through and into places, I can trick people into thinking I'm just an innocent little girl, and I have a strong kick." She smiled. She really did have a strong kick, but she was mostly trying to impress the other people she was working with. If she was going to complete this mission, she'd have to gain their trust.

 

[InsanEleven]

"A strong kick? What kind of kick?" Sorano raised his eyebrow and stared at her a bit bewildered. "It's easy to trick people into thinking you are an innocent girl... when you really are exactly that Skippy." He didn't want to ruin her confidence, but at this point it just kinda flew out of his mouth before he could really think about it. Even if she had water magic, he still wasn't exactly convinced she knew what she was doing. Maybe she had more of a punch to her than the usual innocent girl, but being able to kick and make it rain weren't exactly life saving qualities in battle. He'd much rather have her have neither and be able to realise how grim the situation actually was.

 

[Dragongal]

"She can be trained, though. A good kick isn't a bad start." If it was needed, Emmalia could take responsibly for training her, at least in hand to hand. Emmalia knew the basics of most weaponry to, so it worked.

 

[Luminescent]

"I mean I can kick people really hard." Her voice flickered. "So what about you guys? If we're gonna work together, we need to get to know each other."

 

[Dragongal]

"I just fight. I'm fast, pretty strong, good at hand to hand, short range. Used to be an actress, so I'm damn good at getting information. Don't need to eat much, or sleep much.... That's all. " what else was there to tell?

 

[InsanEleven]

Sorano tapped the katana strapped to his back. "I'm more of a warrior type I suppose, I kill things." Or steal... or assassinate. Honestly he was a survivor more than an adventurer, but he didn't want the both of them to know how shady he actually was. That was in the past anyway, so for now he just tried not to look too mean, but he felt he was probably failing anyway. And if killing things with his sword didn't work he still had some magic and smarts left that would help him on his way.

 

[Luminescent]

"Why don't you eat and sleep much and still fight? I don't think that's how it works... How do you get energy??" She didn't mean to prod, it was merely curiosity.

 

[InsanEleven]

Sorano leaned back again and listened. Skippy did have a point there. Something was definitely off about Emmalia, though he himself never would have prodded like that, he didn't mind having someone do it for him.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia looked at skippy with a bit of surprise. "Well, just part of my bloodline. There's animals that can go for days without eating and still fight a lot, or travel far. I dunno exactly how it works. As much as I hate my family, I can thank them for that." Well, partial lie in a few aspects. She knew exactly how it worked. And her family had little to so with it.

 

[InsanEleven]

Good blood... she must've attracted a lot of vampires in her life then. Still he couldn't quite believe it, though he knew there were all sorts of odd magic in the world. Somehow her explanation of just family didn't hold up all that well, it had to be more than just a good bloodline to make someone that resistant to sleep and tiredness.


"Seems we both have a bit of a weird bloodline... I'm technically a half elf. So if you see me in 40 years I might still look 25." He wasn't exactly sure how good the longevity of elves transferred to him, and it didn't quite matter to him either as he first had to survive everything else before he actually would have to worry about age.

 

[Dragongal]

I'll look the same age, certainly. Emmalia leaned back, and a thin needle - like branch in the tree went thrift her shirt and into her arm. Needle, no, no, no. Unwanted memories flooded her mind at that pain. She jumped and looked back at the branch, realizing it was just the branch. She looked to the other to two as she leaned back, hey heart rate slowing again. "Sorry. I dont like needles...."

 

[Luminescent]

"Bloodline? Cool! I wonder if I have anything cool in my blood line? I guess it'll always be a mystery!" She laughed.


She thought it odd that Emmalia was afraid of needles. She had never seen a needle, or met anyone that had. It was expensive to have one used on you, so to be afraid of one was odd. She shrugged it off anyways like she did everything else and continued the conversation with the two.

 

[InsanEleven]

"Ah well, fears, what are you going to do about them. I sincerely can't stand chains and small rooms... though that hasn't often been a problem." Actually, it hadn't been a problem anymore, that was for sure. Though needles still were strange for an adventurer. At Skippy's words he somehow chuckled at her enthusiasm, but still felt kind of bad realising that it insinuated she really didn't know anything about her family.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia raised her eyebrows at Sorano. That was an interesting fear that certainly seemed to originate from his past. She grabbed her pack, saying, "So... what next?"

 

[InsanEleven]

"We walk, and then we walk some more, and then we search for that damn wreckage, and then we search some more for a bloody sign of where that lord's shinies went to. So a fairly normal day really. Maybe some killing at the end, nothing big..." He already had his pack, ready to go out. Sitting still wasn't his style, and he had done that enough throughout the last month.

 

[Luminescent]

"Alright then, let's go!" She stood from the log where she had sat and her knees cracked. "Owww... They do that a lot when I haven't moved in a while..." She laughed and picked up her pack and swung it over her shoulder.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia looked at Skippy with some concern, but quickly set her mind back to the task at hand: walking.


In the evening, Emmalia dropped her pack by a tree, sitting down and leaning against it. "No cart, no tracks, nothing. This may take longer than I had first anticipated."

 

[InsanEleven]

Sorano looked up at the sky trying to see how long it would take before full dark. He didn't give it more than thirty minutes.


"It'll be too dark to search soon anyway. I suggest putting up a camp without fire, otherwise we might be spotted too easily." It would be cold and annoying, but far better than waking up to a bandit's sword in your chest.

 

[Dragongal]

"I'll take guard, then." Emmalia said, grabbing her pack and slinging it over her shoulder before climbing up the tree and sitting on the limb, her legs stretched out in front of herself.

 

[Luminescent]

She was hesitant about the fact that they wouldn't have fire, but withheld from saying anything. She knew that they knew better than her anyways.


She curled up in her bedroll opposite of Emmalia's post. She watched her through squinting eyes so it looked like she was sleeping. She wanted to see if Emmalia was fibbing or not about being able to stay up all night.


Under her blanket she whispered, "I gotcha now." She wasn't serious, she was just making fun of herself.

 

[InsanEleven]

Again? Ah well, if she wanted to take it then sure, saved him some work. In silence he sat against a tree opposite from Emmalia's, and he could watch the both of them from under his hood and scarf. Slowly he shook his head with a slight smile none could see, as he watched Skippy pretend to sleep and mumble to herself. She had to be the most innocent adventurer he had ever witnessed, even the rookies not as naive. Still, he couldn't help but somehow take a liking to her, it was too cute really...