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Active [Kuridan, Hayashimi] Virtus Chronica – Act II: Avaritia ⚝鶴女房

Faynorae

Great Maiden's Blush
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Introduction

Once upon a time, a poor wolf was hunting in snow-crest fields, when a brilliant white and gilden crane crashed to the ground at his paws, with a silver arrow pierced through its wing. Struck by the crane’s splendour, the wolf pulled out the arrow and nursed it for seven days. Thanks to his care the brilliant crane was soon able to fly again. However, before the crane flew away, she plucked from her nape a golden feather and gave it to the wolf... And yet, could the wolf truly settle for merely one feather?

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Time: 12:00
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)



Preview
Well, you're here for something specific are you not? Yes, as you've probably heard: a rich person's wife is ailing from an unknown disease or something of the sort, and no doctor nor traveller nor healer could cure her so far, so he has been extending his money out to almost any other person willing to give it a try or even attempt at diagnosing her. You, however, must first find that merchant, who sat somewhere high most likely. Well, first you stood on a path in Hayashimi. It was a village known for being located on a path in the middle of a forest, 'tis a quiet place, perfect for woodcutters and hunters and not errant samurai. It has recently been a rather popular place for rich lords wanting to spend a pretty penny on a beautiful textile that was only sold... here. In this dingy village in the middle of a wood.

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Well, for now, you were on the road like anyone else and you came to find a rather lively scene for the quiet village. Two children were chatting, "Do we have enough for two?" "I want fishcakes too..." They squeaked as they added up yen in their hands—a girl with floppy rabbit ears and a boy panda cub. A rat person was trimming the tree next to a shop which smelled fragrant of green onions and fishcakes, tended to, by a rat. A man with cat ears stood by a small shoppe selling flowers, a florist most definitely, and he had a distinct, sparkling pink heart-shaped pin stuck to the bodice of his apron. "Good deals, right here! Get two bouquets for three right meow!" He meowed, loud and clear.

What disturbed this peace was one child with a creepy doll who was distinct in how she wore not the same kind of clothes that was common amongst these people. She wore a dress with ruffles and lace, compared to the simple, sometimes patterned, kimonos of the beastfolk. She was leaning on the counter of the ORRAORE (Noodles) stall. She was kicking up a fuss. "OI, COME ON WHAT DO YOU MEAN—" Her cheeks were red and her voice was shrill. "We don't serve your kind here!" The rat at the stall bruxed, although softer compared to the little blonde's yelling. The rat who was trimming her tree was glaring at the child. "Whaddya mean your kind?! We're sharin' the same brain—YA THINK I AIN'T GOT CASH OR SUMTHIN?!" The rat was grinding her teeth and her paws were scratching the counter as she dug her nails into it. She stared at the girl as though she had done something unforgivable.

OOC
Please insert yourself into the scene, feel free to describe however it is you made your way to this place and have fun with it. If you want to suddenly explode into existence, please run it by me first— :)))
 
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Luca Blazeheart

Knight
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uca had visited the village and was staying here for a little bit. His helmet sheltered his face as he walked up to buy a bouquet of flowers. He was sure his friend would like it, they smelled really good. As he reached into a pocket to get some cash, a loud, bratty sounding child seemed to make it clear they wouldn’t leave without getting what they wanted. How he despised children.

He sighed and walked up to the rat, quietly informing the cat he would be back later. He sat on a chair and looked at the child. “Beast folk don’t associate with your kind, don’t you know? They don’t like humans i guess..” it didn’t matter much to him, he had a bunch of cash anyways. He spoke in perfect bestial, asking for 2 bowls of ramen. It was uncanny actually, it felt natural. And sounded it as well. His helmet was still on and his cape was draped to his side, so as for no one to trip.

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Mentions:
| Faynorae Faynorae (Sariel) | DragonSlayer57 DragonSlayer57 (Luca) | Moonberry Moonberry (Kobayashi) |
Languages:
| "Common" | "𖤐Abyssal𖤐" |


*Clack. Clack. Clack.*

The sound of metal greaves striking the cobbled path marked the arrival of a newcomer. Strolling down the main road, a striking woman in red could be seen making her way towards the center of town from beyond the forest reaches. It was clear she was a warrior who had seen many fair share of battles prior: the scars striking across her her face being more than adamant proof. The woman in question was tall and pale, encapsulated in bright sanguine-colored armor of unusual design. A blend of segmented metal and sharpened organic components. Her chest piece also sported a fiery sharp cross striking its center. One could mistake it for resembling a holy cross but meshed with her attire it looked to sport a more ominous implication and meaning. Less of a design choice or a damaged component... more resembling a mark if anything. The same design was even seen in the earrings that adorned her flushed ears, nearly covered by the crimson mane-like hair which flowed against the wind like a carmine battle flag.

And in her hand... a lance. Far from a standard model most knights used, it sported a sleek yet brutalist design; jagged and sharp with the same fiery vein cackling across its structure. She was ready to do battle at a moments notice.

Yet Redahlia Vahlendein did not come to this quiet little village to enact unadulterated violence. No... her ventures had her seeking for someone to help save a life rather than taking it. Something which she preferred doing. A woman was blighted with a terrible unknown sickness and her rich mercantile husband was desperate in diagnosing her and to find a cure. Word had it that he was located in this village, though he didn't properly identify himself for those wanting to help him. She needed to find them. Moved by this display of undying affection and loyalty to their beloved, the crimson knight would strive to help as best she could... with the approval of a certain third party.

After all, Redahlia knew all too well how it felt to lose a loved one...

Despite the quietness of the village, its center was alive with activity. She noticed two children of bestial origins chatting about buying 'crabcakes' while sellers beckoned customers to buy their wares. One of whom was selling beautiful flowery bouquets for a considerable deal. While Redahlia's lack of a partner would stave her off from making purchase, she would note the individual who'd commit to it. A man in armor. Perhaps he had a girlfriend he was attempting to swoon or court. After all he looked to be young, barely approaching his twenties. Yet he was surprisingly tall for someone his age, already about the same height as herself. He too seemed to follow the traditional ways of becoming a knight, much like how Redahlia trained to become a "Fury Knight" back home. Though given his age it was likely he was still in training as a squire or a recently knighted novice.

Her head swiveled upon hearing a disturbance coming from the opposite side of the street. There was an argument between a customer and seller - the former being a young feminine-looking boy in pink cutesy clothing in distress for being refused service by the ratkin shop owner simply because he didn't serve his food to humans. Redahlia frowned at this supposed display of inequity. While not terribly surprising given where she was, hopefully this was an individual experience and not one which applied to the entire village. That would certainly make her mission unnecessarily tedious.

Then she watched the knight from earlier walk up to the scene and attempt to resolve the conflict. How kind of him. Still Redahlia believed this was not in her power to interfere with the situation and instead would continue with her primary objective. She'd approach the flower shop and beckon for the owner, now noting the cat ears perched upon the humanoid's head.

"Hail, shopkeeper." she addressed properly in common, her voice deep yet noble in tone, "I'm looking for someone. Dost thou know of a wealthy mercantile husband searching for a cure for his ill-stricken wife? I've been told he lives around here."
 
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Character uses Downtime to improve assets.
Asset goal for this RP would be get get some castle ruins in Kuridan (doesn't have to be part of the narrative, just system-based would be fine.)


Zahrah Fiore
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Languages: Common | <Beastial> | {Sylvan} | [Terran] | %Analog% | #Abyssal#
Mentions: Faynorae Faynorae | Redahlia Develius Develius | Luca DragonSlayer57 DragonSlayer57

After wrapping up their adventures in Widersia's Red Haven, having played Mall Satan and visited a nice grandma, their wanderlust had yet again struck them like a bolt of lightning on a lightning rod that was tied upon an even bigger lightning rod... Ahem. Either way, they'd started travelling again.

Figuring that, since they were as far south as they could go, they should no go aaaaallllll the way north again, so they found themselves in Kuridan before long. Once there, they would learn of a job to heal some lady with her ailing health. Clearly, ailing health was bad for happiness, so they figured they should go help out! They also hoped to get their hands on some castle ruins on Kuridan with the reward money, as they learned that renovating old buildings was good for happiness. It's also what they hoped to do with the outpost they'd bought from the fox-man all that long ago.

The village they arrived at seemed live, which was great. Liveliness was good for happiness. They looked around. Some kid with a doll shouting... Some lady that immediately drew their attention. “Oh me, oh my, aren't you gorgeous? So red, yet so refined. Like you walked straight out of painting.” They'd speak to Redhalia to announce their presence with a whole lot of [Charm] to it.

“Ah, I'm also hear to look for that merchant! I think, but I'm gonna be back in a bit~” They'd state, as they headed over to Luca, Sariel and the shopkeeper.

“<Hello, hello, good sir~ Did you know that the line 'We don't serve your kind here!' is really commonly used in movies about racism and that racism is really bad for happiness? It's honestly not a good thing.>” They'd shake their saddened head. “<No, no, instead, you should serve everyone equally! That's always best for happiness. Together, we can make this world better, serving by serving. It all starts with you, my dearest shop owner! >” They would state with a whole lot of [Convince] to it.

Charm – Seduction B , Persuasion B, Performance [Acting/Singing/Spoken Word] B, Insight B, Empathy B, Energised B. - Character uses all they have to charming someone. – Grade Be – 3 Post Cooldown
Convince – Persuasion B , Performance [Acting/Spoken Word] B, Insight B, Empathy B, Energised B. - Character uses all they have to make a compelling argument or claim. – Grade Be – 3 Post Cooldown
 
Hideki

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The village of Hayashimi tugged at Hideki’s heart in a way few places could. Its wooden stalls, sloping rooftops, and the faint glow of paper lanterns whispered of Japan—not truly, but close enough to stir memories he tried to keep buried. The scents of grilled fish and green onions hung in the crisp air, mingling with the earthiness of the forest that edged the village. He paused beneath a tree, his sharp blue eyes scanning the square.

Not home. But close.

His claws clicked softly against the cobblestones as he padded forward, weaving through the bustling streets with an ease that belied his size. He kept to the edges, observing the lively scene—merchants hawking wares, children chattering, and beastfolk going about their day. It was noisy, yet oddly soothing, a rhythm that reminded him of crowded marketplaces back home.
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Then, a sharp voice cut through the noise, laced with irritation. His ears perked, swiveling toward the sound. It was a child, he could tell—high-pitched and fiery, with a tone that carried a sense of defiance. Hideki slowed, his head tilting slightly as he sniffed the air.

The scent was faint but familiar, teasing the edge of his memory. Curious, he followed the voice, his large paws silent as he drew closer. His gaze fell on the child at the center of the commotion—a blonde-haired human leaning against a stall counter, her cheeks flushed red as she argued with the vendor.

Hideki stopped a few paces away, lowering himself into a seated position with deliberate ease. His tail swept lightly across the cobblestones, his gaze fixed on the child. At first, she was just another loud, brash human—nothing unusual there. But something shifted as he looked closer. His eyes caught on the doll she was holding, its stiff, unblinking stare oddly unsettling. The sight made his fur prickle faintly, though he wasn’t sure why.

Then, it clicked. The doll—that doll. His sharp nose twitched as he inhaled more deeply, and the memory came rushing back: the wild boar hunt, the chaos. A faint huff escaped him, something between a sigh and a low chuckle. How many creepy dolls like that could exist here?

He pushed himself to his feet, his towering frame moving with slow, deliberate grace. Standing over four feet tall at the shoulder, he cast a long shadow over the cobblestones, his blue eyes gleaming with quiet recognition. He approached the child with measured steps, stopping beside her and lowering his massive head slightly. For a moment, he glanced at the doll again, his gaze flicking to it with the faintest trace of wry humor before shifting his attention to the rat vendor.

There was no growl, no baring of teeth—just a steady, unblinking stare that carried the weight of his presence. His tail flicked once behind him, slow and deliberate, a silent statement that he was paying attention. Whatever argument was happening, it wouldn’t escape his notice now.


Faynorae Faynorae
 
Time: 12:04
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)


Goodmorning World!
The florist smiled boldly at Luca, he was already looking through the perfect bouquets that the man may have wanted, but he came to sigh when the man eventually walked away to a more attractive sale...? The florist paid no heed to Miss Kuro's yelling, she often yelled and she often got riled up—she was a bit of a hothead, but this time, after a quick glance of the child, perhaps it was warranted.

The florist, however, had more pressing matters to attend to—both his flowers and customers, after all, beliefs did not pay nor did it feed. Again though, he'd whimper as his new customer towered over him inquiring about something other than buying flowers. "Nyah~ You really ought to ask someone who ain't busy, missy." He scratched the back of his head as his tail thumped ground. Nonetheless, he turned from her and rummaged his stalls, "Sairou-dono lives up in the estate past them stairs," The man said, turning back to Redhalia as he'd handed her a bouquet of lavenders, "That way, nya?" He pointed east, to a large stairway up an elevated terrain. "this is fer his wife, nya? When my wife was sick, all I could do was soothe her pain with lavenders. You ought to give it your all, Sairou was a sad pup 'til he met Tsubasa-san. Scared of what he'll be when his without her." The man mused with a solemn gaze as he forced the bouquet in Redhalia's hands after forcing a smile again.

!!ITEM GET!! [Bouquet of Lavenders]​
Held together by twine and wrapped in a patterned paper, one that's usually used for origami. The bouquet is fragrant with the fresh, minty scent of lavenders and gives you a feeling of calm, almost to the point of languidness. Expend an action to [Smell] or [Eat] the bouquet to relieve your pain temporarily. [Healing F]


The children would notice Hideki and the panda boy pointed out, "Look Hana, its a big doggy!" He'd exclaim, looking to his rabbit friend. The girl however, was utterly terrified, her heavy ears seemed to defy gravity as they raised with the hairs on her head. "Eep!" She'd squeak, running away due east whilst screaming... With the boy's money. "H- Huh?! Hanaaaa!!!" He'd run after her, but she was leagues faster than him.

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Meanwhile—"WHAT?!" The rat screeched at Zahrah and Luca, <"I don't dislike humans! And I ain't no racist either!"> She'd rebut with the grinding of her teeth; Zahrah could inquire from the rat's expression and the way her the hairs of her fur stood erect, she wasn't just angry at the girl, she was scared. Scared she was going to be dragged back. Scared she was going to be treated like... <"Can you not tell?! Well... Of course you can't... That's why—!"> She'd shudder, looking somewhere yonder. Distant. "I'm not gonna sell nothin' to some east imp's brat! I... I..." She'd begun sniffling, holding herself. It was now long since the other rat who was trimming the bush had gone inside, she appeared from a door inside of the stall, and held the other Rat, "Kuro, you can take a break..." She'd attempt to settle the other rat, before turning to the patrons who, from her understanding, had made her dearest friend shed tears.

She had an ugly glare on her face but it would be hard to not notice her shudder when a large black wolf sat to stare at her friend, "We're closed." It was hurried, bitter and cold. Her words were like being hit by a stone. She pulled down a screen, separating the shop from the outside. Hideki would hear something giggling. An all too familiar snicker. It murmured:

"Feather. The feather. Here, the feather that wants. Wants and wants. Fortune. Fame. Love. Intemperant, it wants more than what it needs... kewkewkewke"

The doll looked hungrier. One could not understand how or why, but it gave off that feeling. Hideki would note, that despite the "doll" speaking to the one whom held it, it's single red eye stared straight at him. Its pupil was thin, a clear indication of distaste.

Unfiltered and Hangry Vitriole.

  • Sariel ignored the "doll." Instead he was agape at this utterly unjust diservice toward him. "HAH?!?" He'd sound out, "Gag me with a spoon—why'd she make it out like I did somethin' hella wrong?! Fuck, I feel like shit—" He clicked his tongue, but coughed and cleared his throat before turning toward the other two folks that showed up. A knight and someone who looked like they walked out of a porno. He was too distracted by the two "adults" to notice Hideki, who sat right beside him.

    "Oi ya big log," He pointed at Luca, "I'll have ya know that my friend's one 'em beast people or whatever. They had no problem 'tending to me up Nan'gau." Sariel informed him, he wouldn't say anything about how cool the guy's cape was and that he liked his armour, he was too hangry to be amicable right about now. He then pointed to Zahrah, "and you! Put some damn proper clothes on, what kinda total slut galavants 'round like that in front o' children?!" He'd blurt out on impulse. He didn't feel like filtering his words and acting all like the uppity noble little lady he was supposed to be. This society could bag it for he cares.

    He sighed, "Now if tha'sall, I've gotta a thing or two to do." He'd ignore anything the two he passed by had to say, but would be completely gobstopped when he saw Redhalia. Head to toe in red armor, scars on her face and long red hair—she looked like the main character straight out of a manga and it made Sariel stop dead in his tracks with a red face and a doe-eyed expression. She looked that cool.


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Zahrah Fiore
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Languages: Common | <Beastial> | {Sylvan} | [Terran] | %Analog% | #Abyssal#
Mentions: Faynorae Faynorae | Hideki Moonberry Moonberry

Zahrah titled their head in surprise. “<Oh, great!>” They'd smile and clap their hands. “<Why did you use a phrase that comes straight out of one of those old racist-movies though?>” That part was confusing. “East...? Oh! The Empire that went to war against the See and enslaves [Beast] people? Yeah, that's all some pretty bad-for-happiness stuff.” They'd nod. “Are you waging war against other nations or enslaving [Beast] people? If so, I think I get why the rat doesn't want to sell to you.” They'd ask Sariel. “If not, I think the rat should sell to you, though.” They'd nod in their sagely wisdom.

And then the store closed. “Huh. Odd closing time.” Zahrah concluded. “Doesn't seem good for happiness either.” How weird it was. Just as weird was the kid. “Gag you with a spoon? I highly doubt that'd good for happiness. You might choke on it!” They shook their head. “You should really find safer hobbies. I doubt it's good to ask strangers to do that either.”

“Technically, my entire body is made of clothes!” They would reply to the request. “See, I'm all plushy and cottony and clothy!” They'd pinch their own skin to show it was indeed just cloth and fabrics. “So I'm more fully clothed than anyone!” The next bit was weird as well. “Well, clearly I'm the one who's traipsing around like this, right? If you're a child, then yeah, I'd also be the one to saunter like this in front of children. To that extend, I always stroll and perambulate, traverse and peregrinate and even walk around like this!”

With Sariel leaving, they'd just shrugged. How odd. That's when they noticed. “Ohh! It's a doggy!” Dogs were clearly best for happiness. “Wooow, such a big dog as well!” They'd approach Hideki. “Also handsome! Who's a good boy? Are you a good boy? Yes you are! Yes you are!” They'd approach the dog. Dogs were amazing for happiness, so Zahrah was naturally inclined to like dogs. Simple as that. They would not withhold from attempting to pet the head of this handsome looking good-boy.
 


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Mentions:
| Faynorae Faynorae (Shopkeeper) | Elvario Elvario (Zahrah) | Moonberry Moonberry (Hideki) | DragonSlayer57 DragonSlayer57 (Luca) |
Languages:
| "Common" | "𖤐Abyssal𖤐" |
Items:
[Bouquet of Lavenders]


Just as Redahlia was about to ask the florist, her crimson vibrance would find itself attracting the attention of someone else. Hearing someone compliment her attire, the scarlet knight turned to look down at a rather charming pink-haired individual swooning over the fact that she looked as if she came straight out of a painting. Taken aback by this sudden display, she couldn't help but express a subtle yet genuine look of flustered awkwardness over her comment. "Oh, uh..." she blushed subtly, brushing a crimson gauntlet over her cheek, "I... thank thee, kindly stranger."

It wasn't often that people would go out of their way to compliment her so genuinely. It happened of course but either in jest by her own fellow knights past or by random men on the street attempting to court her into being their wife. The rest made sure to stay out of her way, hiding shyly in their homes or briskly walking by to avoid direct eye contact that they may perhaps deem offensive.

Yet the person before her showcased an unusual display of boldness for someone of their diminutive height and of skimpish attire. An ambiguous-sexed individual who displayed innocent yet genuine intentions on their sleeves that didn't appear to betray for any sense of ulterior motives. It was refreshing in a way. However after she asked the florist the whereabouts of the merchant, the pink-haired individual commented how they too were looking for that very same merchant; though they'd pardon themselves temporary as they'd be swooned over towards the commotion happening at the next stall to their left.

Redahlia cocked an eyebrow at Zahrah's sudden interest in her mission as she walked off. What an intriguing individual. Though she couldn't help but ask herself whether it was the result of mere coincidence or an act of attempted courtship?

Despite the florist's initial rudeness towards her, Redahlia would wait patiently for him to finish with his dealings with the nearby customers. Patience was a virtue and she could accomplish such a feat for a time if she must. That's when her eye wandered back to the main road and she'd spot a black wolf strolling casually through town. This was peculiarly odd. Her brow tensed as she stared the black beast down. While it wasn't unheard of for packs of wild wolves to wander into small villages looking for scraps or an easy meal, they never ventured into human settlements in the middle of the day. And certainly not by their lonesomes either. At least that's what Redahlia had learned back in homeland. Either this wolf was desperate or...

Domesticated?

Judging by its stance it didn't look to be aggressive or timid. It was curious but reserved. It was looking for something. Yet it sported no collar or markings of ownership. Something about him seemed to suggest it wasn't unlike any other wolves she encountered. A higher form of intelligence perhaps? Nonetheless it wasn't causing any harm or did it look he intended to do so... still something to be wary of.

Her train of thought was soon interrupted by the florist's return causing Redahlia to revert her focus back to the quest at hand. She had been provided with two things: The one she sought was "Sairou-dono" and he lived in an estate a few stalls down to the east. The other was a bouquet of fresh lavenders. The scarlet knight was a bit surprised to be handed floral arrangements so casually, almost causing her to initially believe that he thought she might be... "Ah... Thou are kind." Redahlia replied politely, still holding the arrangements before slowly trying to hand them back, "Yet I am not here to-"


The crimson knight paused before taking a moment to recalibrate his intentions. Ah... of course. For the wife's illness. "Tsubasa-san". She felt rather silly for even assuming that he wanted to help her court the husband. Perhaps it was a nostalgic callback to her and Merrin that had her temporarily relapsing to her old life. How dearly she missed her... Taking a breath of the lavender wafting underneath her nose, they allowed her to calm her emotions before giving a respectful nod at the florist. "Thank you." she replied affirmingly, "I shall do what I can for them." She then reached for a pocket adorning her waist armor and slid out three Rykes on the counter towards him. And without a word more she'd depart towards her employer's estate with determined steps and lavender bouquet in hand.

Though little did she realize how connected she was to this job with all the other unique characters she lain eyes on...
 
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Hideki sat in patient silence, his sharp blue eyes calmly scanning the unfolding scene. He was no stranger to chaos—markets back home had been noisy, bustling places, filled with voices rising and falling in rapid conversation. But here, in this village so eerily reminiscent of Japan, everything felt just slightly… off.

His ears flicked at the children’s chatter—doggy—before a sudden squeak and the frantic patter of retreating feet. A rabbit-eared child bolted from sight, leaving only a trailing wail and a panda boy scrambling to chase after her. Hideki exhaled through his nose in what might’ve been the wolfish equivalent of an amused sigh. His tail flicked once. It was always the same—some were curious, some were fearful. He didn’t blame either reaction.

His attention returned to the growing tension at the stall. The rat vendor’s voice rose, defensive and edged with something deeper than anger—fear. Hideki’s gaze lingered, weighing the subtle tremor in her words, the shift in her posture. He’d seen that kind of unease before, back when he was still human. Fear of losing control, of being powerless, of something too heavy to fight against. But he wasn’t here to unravel anyone’s past.

Then, a new sound. A voice, light and lilting, humming with something almost too carefree.

Before Hideki could react, a hand settled atop his head. His muscles tensed immediately—not out of aggression, but out of sheer disbelief.

For a fleeting second, something inside him recoiled at the sensation.

This wasn’t right. He wasn’t some house pet, some animal to be fawned over. He was—he had been—a man. A man with hands of his own, with a voice, with the ability to choose whether or not to accept someone’s touch. He wasn’t supposed to just sit here and let it happen.

And yet.

The slow drag of fingers through his fur sent an involuntary ripple down his back. His ears twitched, the smallest flick in response. His tail—traitorous thing—gave a slow, uncertain wag. A soft chuff escaped him, quiet and reluctant.

He didn’t dislike it.

That realization alone made something coil in his chest, frustration mixing with a reluctant acceptance. The body he had been forced into—this body—liked the attention. His instincts responded before his mind could stop them. He wasn’t sure whether that irritated him more than it amused him.

Still, the moment didn’t last long.

A sound—no, a snicker—cut through the air, thin and slithering.

Hideki’s body stiffened, the fur along his back rising just slightly. His ears twitched again, but not in response to Zahrah’s touch this time. His blue eyes flicked toward Sariel—no, not at him, but at what he was holding.

The doll.

Something about it unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze narrowed, muscles tensing beneath his thick coat as he stared.

Did it just speak?
 
Time: 12:08
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)


Goodmorning World!
"Go for it nya!" The florist cheered. He then stopped, sighed and was about to get back to making a few new arrangements before turning back and running up to Redhalia again, "Ah! Wait—" He held a small someting in his hands, something that looked like a small heart shaped badge, it was gilded and pink. "Take this too, nya? For you, cause you ain't buying nothing and I gotta get rid of 'em somehow—my son brought 'em from that fancy magic city south-west. Said it was real important I give 'em out to whoever or somethin' like that. Stay safe." With that, he left back to his station with the flowers and yawned lazily. Tending to the flowers as per usual.

!!ITEM GET!! [Heart-Shaped Pin]​
A small, golden pin in the shape of a heart, pink in the middle with the words: "OPHÁNIA FAN. GILDED HEART, FLOWER O' WIND." embossed onto it. It was a strange and entirely novel item without any practical use. It glittered exuberantly in the sunlight.


C'mon losers, we're going to go cure cancer.

  • Hideki was right. The doll did talk. But he was a dog. What could he do about a talking doll? What was he gonna do? Tell somebody? Whether it was his imagination or some sort of reaction to this realisation, he heard that very same snicker that cut through the air. It was low and soft enough only to reach his ears, as though mocking him specifically. Sariel was still gobsmacked until Zahrah adressed him, commenting on his slang. "What era are you from...? Oh, whatever—it's a figure of speech you idiot!" Sariel stomped his foot. "Ain't nobody actually gon' go and do that. You oughtta be a total maso-freakozoid." A soft, sweet and gentle voice sometimes shrill in a way that mimics a growl contrasted starkly with the choice diction that the child used.

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    Sariel stared at Zahrah. It was the stare of utter disgust. "Barf me out, you're grody to the max." Sariel covered his mouth as if he were trying to hold in his vomit, although nothing was actually going to evacuate his mouth. This body's eyes followed the steps of the crimson knight. While Zahrah stayed behind and coddled up with the doggy (Hideki), Sariel thoughtlessly follow after Redhalia...

Sakura Sakura
Following Redhalia down the path to the grand stairs up into the estate, Sariel would hide himself behind a lamp. Why? Because he didn't want to be witnessed by such a cool person in his gaudy appearance. Not that it matter. There was a smell in the air, that although Hideki had picked up as soon as he came anywhere near to the stairs, Redhalia would only recognize it once she fully ascended the stairs.

It was the distinctively disgusting fragrance of sulfur, although she would find it faint. The mere suggestion of it was in the air, but to those with a sensitive nose (Heighthened Sense [Smell] F) would find that it reeks. There was a faint melody that echoed beyond the stairs and the crying of cranes who flew overhead, passing the house as their colourless feathers made them blend in with the clouds. "Kreeeekreeee!" They cried, shrill and high, as though calling out to someone. Although, it was fair to assume they were just talking to eachother.

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Zahrah Fiore
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Languages: Common | <Beastial> | {Sylvan} | [Terran] | %Analog% | #Abyssal#
Mentions: Faynorae Faynorae | Hideki Moonberry Moonberry | Redahlia Develius Develius

As was the law of the world, the good-boy was good-boying it up upon being pet. “Yey~ Such a good and handsome doggo~” They'd pet Hideki some more. Upon seeing some tail movements, their smile widened. “Muahhaha! The limb of happiness has moved!” Honestly, it was a shame that not everyone had a tail. Making others happier would be a lot easier that way. They were surprsied when the dog tensed up again, looking at the girl with weird speechisms. “What are you looking at boy?” They'd ask the dog, trying to follow his line of sight. “Is there something wrong with them?” He'd ask, hoping the dog could maybe give some sort of sign or something.

“My final code was made around the year 2050!” They would reply to Sariel. “Oh, I lost my databases, so I probably don't know most figures of speeches by now!” They'd announce without a shred of doubt. “Hey! I'm not an idiot! It's just that my brain is cotton and I lost most of my databases are gone, so it's tough, but I'm doing the best with what I've got left!” They would defend themselves. “A maso-freakozoid? That sounds like the type of thing you're too young to talk about!” They were shocked that such a kid would be in-the-know about such things. How horrible the world had gotten.

“I can't barf you out as I'd have to eat you first and whilst I can stretch a lot, I'd rather not try do something so weird and random.” They'd reject Sariel's offer. “It'd also not be good for your happiness long-term, trust me.” They'd add. “What's grody then?” That one they didn't know either.

Then again, it seemed the dog was starting at something the kid had, so if the kid followed the red-painting lady and the dog would follow the kid... They'd just run after the group. Upon arriving near the stairs, they'd ask Sariel. “Why are you standing here?” It was a bit odd. “Are you getting stuck behind the lamp due to some pathing issues?” They tried to reason out. “Oh wait, no, that was just NPC's in video games.”

They'd shrug. “Excuse me, miss gorgeous painting-lady-in-red!” They'd call out as they'd catch up (or try to) to Redahlia. “I don't think I've gotten your name yet! I'm Zahrah Fiore, researcher of happiness and a whole lot of other things that I'd not mention to save us both some time!” They introduced themselves.

Upon hearing the cranes as well, they'd look to the Raven (E) buddy. “<What do you think they're saying? Perhaps they're saying hello!>” They'd wave at the cranes. “<Hello to you as well!>” They'd reply in Beastial with their best bird-accent possible.
 


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Mentions:
| Faynorae Faynorae (Shopkeeper + Sariel) | Elvario Elvario (Zahrah) |
Languages:
| "Common" | "𖤐Abyssal𖤐" |
Items:
[Bouquet of Lavenders], [Heart-Shaped Pin]


Her departure was interrupted as the florist approached the scarlet knight, holding out a peculiar artifact in hand. Some sort of badge or pin. One of many that he was desperately trying to rid himself due to his son providing an overstock. An eyebrow rose curiously. The towering woman leaned down as she reached out with two crimson fingers - each slender digit sharpened elegantly at the tip of her gauntlet - gingerly plucking the artifact into her palm.

It was curious thing to say the least: a gold-coated pin enwrapped around a pink heart in the middle claiming the wear to be a fan of someone named "OPHÁNIA". The name was wholly unfamiliar, though the pin's material feel felt akin to mass-produced merchandise. Something that would be sold at fairs or events. Perhaps this woman was an entertainer, be it a bard or jester, and was selling these for a coin or so. Whoever she was, the shopkeeper's son must have been a big fan. Aside from that, the trinket itself it appeared to sport no further benefits outside of marking one's devotion and admiration to this individual.

Still, Redahlia wasn't going to be rude and decline it outright. She wrapped her first around the pin and glanced back at the shopkeeper with a softened expression of gratitude. "Many thanks." she nodded politely before tucking the pin away, "May your ventures be forever prosperous". By now the florist had returned to his station and the scarlet knight would continue their way to the house of Sairou-dono.



With her sights set forward on her objective, Redahlia approached the base of the stairs leading towards the estate with her lavender bouquet in hand. She took a moment to look up the many flights of white-marble steps and the looming structure atop as her mind raced with a cascade of thoughts. This world was still very new to her after all. While many elements were similar to back home, at the same time it couldn't be ever more different. What she'll find once she reached the top was anyone's guess.

Though as she took a moment to inspect her surroundings, the knight caught the faintest scent of something particularly pungent. Her brow tensed as she attempted to filter out the stench mixed with the sweet floral fragrance of the lavender in hand, though she'd fail to get a good reading.

Then the scarlet knight heard a familiar voice call out to her. Not by name, but by appearance. Spinning around, her crimson brilliance turned as she looked to see the pink-haired admirer - introducing themself as researcher Zahrah Fiore - trying to catch up to her. Oh right... they were supposedly wanting an audience with the husband as well. Though what she didn't expect was the company Zahrah brought with them. Alongside them were the knight in the cape and the black wolf. Even the dainty-clothed boy had been hiding behind a lamp post only revealing himself after Zahah blew their cover. Were they all after the same person? Did the threads of fate all lead them to converge onto this one spot? Nonetheless, it was high time that she'd address herself formerly to her fellow... acquaintances.

"Mine name is Redahlia Vahlendein." she called out to them with a boldness in her tone, "I am a knight from lands far away. I take it thou are all seeking the like individual as I? He who refers to himself as Saisou-Domo and his ill-stricken wife Tsubasa-san?" The knight then pointed towards the estate above them. "I have been told they live up hither. Follow closely and I shall marshal't thou all to them." She then turned and continued going up the stairs.

Redahlia also took note of the strange language Zahrah spoke to their Raven friend and when greeting the cranes flying overhead. She reckoned they must know the tongue of the beastkin.

Yet once she reached the top of the stairs, that's when she could smell that awful smell a lot clearer. It was vile yet familiar [Apprasial F]. She recognized it as the smell of sulfur lingering in the air... though she also knew this scent by another name. One she had more than intimate knowledge with since arriving in this realm: brimstone. Her mind flickered to a vivid scene of fire encapsulating a hellscape world, catching brief glimpses of a tall monstrous crimson-clad silhouette looming over the scene. These unpleasant visions were brief yet utterly intense. Dare she'd claim them as borderline torturous.

Redahlia pinched the ridge of her brow as she grappled with the headache rattling her senses, before the sounds of cranes flying over head distracted her back to reality's warm embrace. She didn't expect such a reaction to even the faintest wisp of that stench... but it had now given the knight a reason to be cautious. Was it warning her of the entity within the estate? Or was this merely an over exaggerated reaction to something of harmless nature?

Nevertheless, the woman forced herself to press on before knocking on the estate doors to let their presence be known.
 
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Luca Blazeheart

Knight
”A
h! You got me!” He’d smile and walk to stand next to Zahra, the helmet at his side. The face was convincing, but behind the mask he felt nothing. He had come here to find some more about this woman. She clearly stood out from the crowd. Her language was that of olden times and though he could maybe hear a tone of an accent developing he had a hypothesis she was another refuge to the thing that brought him here. Maybe it was god, but who knows. By finding more about her, and maybe even traveling with her, he’d have himself a good bar to test himself against and a chess piece in his game. “Redahlia hm…” He’d smile as he muttered it. This would be fun.

He would stand next to redahlia as she pinched her brow, using [Apprasial F] to sense what annoyed her. That’s when it hit him. “Sulfur? Or what was it you guys called it.. brimstone. Seems someone’s gas leaked!” He’d make a joke, trying to settle everyone down and calm them. Make them feel relaxed ya know?

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The repeated scritches against his fur weren’t entirely unwelcome, but Hideki had endured just enough of Zahrah’s eager doting. With a short snort, he flicked his ear and turned his head slightly, parting his jaws just enough to deliver a light nip—not harsh, just enough pressure to make a point. A warning, but a gentle one. Enough.

He shook his thick mane and took a few steps forward, his blue eyes locked onto the child ahead. Or more accurately, what the child was carrying.

The doll.

Hideki moved at a steady, unhurried pace, following Sariel’s steps while his ears stayed trained on the odd little thing nestled in the child’s arms. He had seen it before. Had heard it before. But why did it unsettle him so much? He tried to remember—tried to pin down the precise moment this creeping sense of wrongness had first settled in his bones.

Then, the scent hit him.

Sulfur.

His body tensed as he snapped his head back, shaking it violently before pawing at his nose. A sharp exhale forced the acrid scent from his lungs, but it clung, thick and unpleasant. That smell. His mind reeled back to bloodied fur, to bristles between his teeth—to the giant boar. The same stench as before.

His blue eyes flicked toward Sariel, not in suspicion, but urgency. He stepped closer, nosing at the doll briefly before pulling back with a huff. His ears swiveled, his tail flicked sharply.

Then, as if to emphasize his point, he pawed at his nose again, snorting loudly. Something reeks. Come on,... notice it.
 
Time: 12:15
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)


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The raven croaked back, "siieeeel...hnveeeeeennnngh" or, Sylvan in simple words. Once this was made clear, Zahrah would be able to determine that the Cranes were indeed crying out in Sylvan, but with a very beastial lisp. What they said, from what Zahrah would be able to determine: "Return to us! Return! Return her, greedy wolf!" or something those lines.

C'mon losers, we're going to go cure cancer.

  • "It means gross." Sariel explained before releasing a sigh, standing behind the lamp. Then Zahrah annouced his presence as loudly as they could. He was on the verge of attempting to punch-in Zahrah's adorable face. "Don't blow my cover you—" He whisper-yelled when Zahrah called-out to Redahlia and scattered away to said crimson knight. Sariel had many things to say to Zahrah, many ugly things. He wondered if transforming just obliterate someone was a valid excuse to use his powers, but decided against it.

    Sariel sighed and then eyed Hideki, he didn't notice the wolf had returned. "Oh, you're here!" He said, Sariel found himself a tad bit excited. "Oh, Mister Great Mountain Spirit, would you do me the favour of chewing up that over-sized stuffed wife?... or Husband." Sariel squinted as he looked at Zahrah, "Honestly I can't tell." He'd grimace, holding the doll in his arms tighter against his chest...

Sariel would eventually settle on following the trio up the stairs, he had nothing better to do in the anycase. They were talking about something related to some... someone and... another someone—Sariel didn't care. The doll in his hands however, it's smile was wider, wider and wider and wider and wider, with each step up the stairs to the estate that Sariel took. The pupil of its single eye dilated. Sariel did not notice. He paid attention to something else, the estate itself. There were first two large buildings, of which were connected to eachother by a deck. Off to the side in the courtyard was a smaller building, one could assume it was some sort of shed. Someone was singing from inside the first building.

つばさの歌 (さくらさくら)


<"Is it a mist, or is it clouds? ♫
Fragrant with the morning sun ♪
Sakura, sakura ♪
flowers in full bloom... ♫">​

To any uneducated ears, it would simply sound like the singing of a bird in the morning. Hideki and Sariel would recognize the melody, a melody quite the same as one they'd have been taught in elementary school. Sariel flinched hearing it. "Beautiful, yip?" A deep voice echoed out. It wasn't man, but a grey hound wearing a yellow garb. He looked mighty threatening, with face that was warped into a constant snarl and how he stood tall over the group. Redhalia and Luca, the tallest two of the party, seemed short in comparison, Zahrah was small whilst Sariel and Hideki were made smaller than.

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Kuroyuri Sairou (黒百合 豺狼)
[Head of the Kuroyuri Estate]
His golden eyes glazed over the group. "You are... Adventurers, yip? My name is Kuroyuri Sairou." The wolf was the merchant. He pointed to himself as he revealed his name and then pointed to the screen doors, "My wife, she is inside." He'd state. He paused for a moment, "Please do... Do what you can." It seemed that he was struggling to speak. Zahrah could understand why, afterall, it was hard speaking [Languages] you didn't particularly understand well yourself. Then, as if inviting the group inside:

<"Is it a mist, or is it clouds? ♫
Fragrant in the morning air ♪
Come now, come now ♪
Let us go and see them... ♫">​

"Hm?" Sariel looked at the wolf who was smelling P-Tan. "What is it Mister Wolf?" He'd tilt his head, Hideki wouldn't be happy to find his nose filled with an overly saccharrine smell when smelling the doll. The doll did indeed smell like sulphur, but the concentration was so incredibly high that it overwhelmed the one's perception into believing that it smelled so "sickeningly sweet." Unfortunately for Hideki, Sariel lacked the [Insight] to be able to tell what he was attempting to convey. "Yeah, I don't know why he smells like fairy-floss either—a bit too much sugar in my opinion..." Sariel held the doll up and looked at him.

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"P-Tan" (Salboros)
The Smiling "Angel"
"Kewkekewkekek... Close... Close... Festering, he festers... kewkewkewk... Never enough, not enough..." The doll was murmuring and giggling and snickering and laughing all in a hushed tone. There was something that Hideki wouldn't have noticed before, the doll had for very, very thin black slits which seperated its head in quarters. The single eye on P-tan's head was twitching between Sariel, Hideki and the merchant who introduced himself as the merchant the other three were looking for. Sariel looked at Salboros and winced, "What does that..." Sariel looked at the merchant, squinting. "That tall bozo? Really?" The doll just laughed in response.

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Luca Blazeheart

Knight
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uca sensed the man’s hesitation as he stood at the threshold. With a subtle nod and a gentle smile, he stepped further up the staircase of the house, his voice smooth and reassuring. “I understand this is a difficult time for you, and I.. no we truly want to help.”

Luca maintained his facade, exuding an air of calm confidence as he glanced toward redahlia. “I truly admire your dedication to her,” he said, turning his gaze back to the man. “If you’re comfortable, I’d love to hear about her symptoms and what you’ve tried so far. It might help us know what we’re dealing with here.”

He felt the breeze ruffle his hair as he put his helmet back on and stepped aside the man and motioned for redahlia to follow him, the smile once on his face replaced by an unwavering face of stoicism. Screen door, he hadn’t seen one of those in a while. He’d glance around the house, checking the inside out.

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location:
Beastfolk Village

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Zahrah Fiore
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Languages: Common | <Beastial> | {Sylvan} | [Terran] | %Analog% | #Abyssal#
Mentions: Faynorae Faynorae | Hideki Moonberry Moonberry | Redahlia Develius Develius

They'd withdraw their hands when the dog seemed to be done. Petting too much would be bad for happiness, it seemed. That wouldn't do. That said, they were pretty curious. “What is it boy? What's wrong?” They followed the line of sight. It was directed at Sariel. “Hey, you, the doggo seems disturbed by something... I think it might be that plushy you're carrying.” They'd inform Sariel. It seemed Sariel caught up short after. “Fairy-floss? Perhaps its rotting. I think rotting meat smells sweet as well. You didn't put any meat in the doll, or did you? Want me to appraise it for you?”

“Redahlia? That's a gorgeous red-sounding name for a gorgeous red-looking person.” They conclude. It was very fitting, after all. “Lands far away? Like Widersia? The Kingdom? West Empire? Sky Islands? Continental Lake? Or another world altogether?” They asked, curious about that bit. “Yep! I think that was the mission.” They'd honestly kind-off forgotten. “Marshall us? That sounds fancy!”

As for the birds, they would nod. “{Sylvan speaking cranes! How fancy!}” They'd reply, surprised, but happily so. That was pretty fun. Probably. They'd listen in and translate for the others. “The cranes want something returned from the greedy wolf.” They'd state, as they fed the Raven some rations as a manner of thanks for its aid.

“Gross, like 'big' in German?” They answered Sariel, mostly due to having forgotten what they'd been talking about. “Cover? Were you supposed to be in cover?” They asked, honestly shocked. “Wife or husband? I'm whatever I need to be for the sake of happiness!” They'd proclaim. “Although I'm not sure why either of those would be needed right now.”

They started singing along silently at hearing the pretty Sakura song. “<Sakurak, sakura~>” (Performance B) It was pretty catchy, after all.

Zahrah rejoiced at spotting another dog. Yet before they could go 'good boy' on him, he spoke. Perhaps it was better to ask first, in that case. “Are you also a good boy, sir?” They'd politely ask.

“We can go look at your wife! Although, why do the cranes want you to give something back? They seem pretty mad.” They'd ask, while they were at it.
 


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Mentions:
| Faynorae Faynorae (Sairou + Sariel) | Elvario Elvario (Zahrah) | DragonSlayer57 DragonSlayer57 (Luca) | Moonberry Moonberry (Hideki) |
Languages:
| "Common" | "𖤐Abyssal𖤐" |
Items:
[Bouquet of Lavenders], [Heart-Shaped Pin]


Redahlia's eyes squinted at Zahrah's enthusiastic chatterbox demeanor as they asked what lands she hailed from. Being as she'd reborn fairly recently, most of these locations were relatively unfamiliar to the knight. She'd recognize only a few names, like the West Empire and Continental Lake, but only since she remembered being shown a map of the second continent by her... patron. To declare her true origins was forbidden under the pact, less she was given specific permission. Thus the knight remained silent on the matter and progressed their conversation to their current objective.

While grappling with the horrid scent at the top of the stairs, her attention briefly focused on the young knight's standing next to her. While her frontal stance held high as ever, only her eyes shifted to him with a somewhat curious glance at his little comment. Brimstone was often a term described for those living in the depths of the underworld or seen in the textbooks of alchemists and wizards. It was rare, if not uncommon, to hear that term outside of those spheres. Though admittedly Redahlia wasn't privy to the true extant of its outreach. Maybe he knew from a story or textbook. She'd dismiss it by the time he got to the so-called punchline.

Needless to say, she wasn't amused.

Once reaching the estate grounds, Redahlia took a moment to observe the beautiful pristine grounds before her. It was... pristine. Calm yet humble. Quite a nice place as a matter of fact. Far removed from the estates she'd seen in her past life. While familiar with estates having these grand multi-storied manors and vast lavish topiary gardens, here it was comprised of single-storied houses with pebbles adorning the ground alongside arching and coiling old trees. It was unlike anything she'd seen. Still there was an old charm here that appealed to her fancy. She then caught wind of someone singing nearby, the melody of which seemed to coming from within.

Though as a deep voice rumbled, Redahlia's caution returned. Her stance tensed briefly as a large shaggy wolf-person wearing a xanthic robe emerged to greet them. Her instincts flared falsely that he could be a threat. After all he didn't look like the other beastkin from the center of town. Had the knight been in a dark forest she might have mistook or assumed he was a dire wolf or even a werewolf like in the old Kalivan legends. But no... this was in fact the man they were looking for: Kuroyuri Sairou. The husband. Redahlia's tension wained, her expression softening briefly as she confirmed to him their identities.

"Hail Sairou-domo." the scarlet knight bowed with an arm firmly placed on her chest piece, "Redahlia Vahlendein. We come at thy request." It was clear that "common" wasn't the lupine's native tongue. Even so he spoke in a slow yet dignified manner, being perfectly legible with his request. Redahlia didn't judge anyone for their improficiency of a certain language. So long as she understood the assignment, she'll take things from there.

She had also been paying mild attention to what chatty Zahrah had been saying in the background. Earlier Redahlia had heard them saying something in another language that wasn't common nor resembling the tongue of beastkin. While paying no mind to it at first, even dismissing her initial translation of what she heard, it would pop back into relevancy as Zahrah told the wolf that supposedly the cranes they'd saw earlier had demanded he returned something to them. Redahlia's eyebrow cocked curiously at that claim though was unsure if it was valid or not. It could mean a number of things... or nothing at all.

Nevertheless, it was yet another dose of odd suspicion being dropped into the brewing pot of caution...

Luca then took the initiative to speak to the man, though his attention seemed equally focused on the scarlet knight herself. Redahlia glanced indifferently at his direct expression towards her before asking if they could know what symptoms she ailed from. A bit quick on the draw, but alas first things first. "Let us inspect her current condition first before we begin asking questions." she stated suggestively as Luca would proceed to motion them to head inside.

She'd slowly enter the building, holding her [Bouquet of Lavenders] to her chest as she prepared to give them to the singing siren.
 
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Hideki’s ears twitched at Sariel’s mix of excitement and sarcasm. Mister Great Mountain Spirit? He huffed softly, neither amused nor insulted, his attention shifting as the group neared the estate.

The air felt heavier here, though nothing had changed exactly. His nose twitched, catching something sharper on the edge of the lingering scents—a faint, cloying sweetness laced with something he couldn't quite place. His tail flicked, his gaze sweeping between Sariel, the others, and the imposing figure waiting at the entrance.

Something felt off. He didn’t know what, but it was enough to slow his steps for just a moment.

He turned his head slightly toward Sariel, his stare lingering before he exhaled sharply through his nose. Whatever it was, the boy wasn’t paying attention. No one else seemed to notice, either.

With one last glance toward the threshold, Hideki finally moved forward, slipping inside behind the others. Whatever was waiting for them, he'd be watching.
 
Time: 12:15
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)


Strawberry Boy
  • Sakura Sakura
    Sariel looked at Zahrah and then back at P-tan. Yes, the doll. If Zahrah did [Appraise] P-tan, then it would be revealed that it was not indeed a doll. P-tan told Sariel to do his best in avoiding those black orbs or being appraised himself. He looked at Zahrah blankly for a few moments. "No." He winced with a blunt answer. "Maybe its just scented, P-tan IS a limited edition bespoke doll, one of a kind, made specifically for me—" His eyes wandered to Redhalia, making sure she wasn't looking at him as his voice raised in pitch and he twirled around daintily hugged the doll. "My one and only P-tan~!" He wanted to puke. He wanted to die. He wanted to throw himself down the flight of stairs just a few steps behind him. If he saw this, he'd wanna take pictures on that stupid camera and bother him about for weeks. "Anyway, be a darling and don't try it 'kay?" Sariel snapped back into his more stiff self. Standing straight and holding the doll closer to his chest.

    Sariel stared at Zahrah again, confusion rife on his face. "Uhm... I was. Hiding. A while ago." He looked away from Zahrah, he found them quite strange. Strange was the word Sariel describe them with, but they were also strange in a way. They reminded him of a specific someone. "You're right," Sariel scratched the back of his neck, "I don't know what I was saying. You should focus on... whatever 'tis you're 'ere to do." He'd suggest, also as a method to get attention of him.

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Kuroyuri Sairou (黒百合 豺狼)
[Head of the Kuroyuri Estate]
Sairou nodded at Luca, not answering his praise. He was speaking a bit too much words for the wolf to truly understand, "Uh, yes... I will. Inside." He gestured to the doors again. Sairou seemed to smile at Zahrah briefly, hearing them sing the melody that his alledgedly real wife was singing. Although he quickly frowned, or seemed confused or something—it was hard to tell, his face had a naturally I will tear your skin from your bones and devour you alive kind of expression. "Know not. My wife said..." He paused, "they bless our union?" He'd answer, as though unsure himself. Zahrah could tell he truly did not know.

Sairou did not seem to stop Hideki from coming inside, even stepping out of the wolf's way a bit. He left the door open behind him as he went inside, Sariel, sat on the deck outside, the legs—of the body that was not his—swinging in the air.

The room of the estate was no less serene and no more opulent than the outside, simple with a plain green tatami and a low table in the middle of the room, surrounded by four lavender pillows. There was a cupboard beside them, and a woman turned to greet them with the slightest of smiles as her voice stopped filling the air.

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She was as though a sculpture made up of all freshly fallen snow with hair woven from snowflakes flailing about in the air; and in no way was it as a result of her illness. When she lifted herself from her bow to the party, her eyelids opened briefly to reveal a pair of eyes as red as two rubies, her pupils a window into the blood of her eyes rather than the common black. Her eyes shut again. There was one particularity from her that made her weird amongst the rest of the village folk and that was that she had no distinctly beastial features about her. She was human from her ears to her red nails.

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"Tsubasa" (翼)
Woman White as Snow
"Goodmorning, fair ladies and lords of lands far from 'ere." She spoke, pronouncing every word as gently as she could, "Your journey must have been rather tiring, would you care for some tea—" Interrupting her offere were a fit of hoarse coughs, she was hunching over and turning away from the group as she covered her mouth with her sleeve. "Tsubasa!" Sairou ran to her side, and helped her regain her composure. Her sleeve stayed over her mouth as she regarded the group again.

"I apologise that you cannot see me in a state most serene as is our abode—" <"You are in no state to be serving tea, please, allow me to do so instead!"> The wolf snarled to which his wife giggled and concealed her smile. "Do not worry, my pretty pup. I can still sing, my voice is not hoarse. I can still weave, for my hands are not scarred." She'd reassure him and he only seemed more upset. He held her pale hands in his black paws, "Pl- please... Restraint... <Can you show them?>" He'd whimper, and she smiled.

She turned her back to the group, and pulled down the sleeves of her kimono to reveal to the group her bare back and arms. They were covered in red spots of various sizes, splattered sparsely across her white skin. They looked as though the skin itself were plucked and teared off. The blotches were either a bright, crimson red or as though covered in a dark scab, almost black in colour. She turned her head to the party, "For long a while now, it has been like this—no healing magic, divine prayer nor miracle medicine has proven effective. At first, it did not seem so bad, so I applied ointment and left it be. I do not know why but more and more stain my skin, I have been feeling lethargic and coughing more recently. I sleep enough. I eat enough. I am happy, and yet they persist." She'd explain, before finally covering them up with the swathes of her kimono.

Zahrah, with her keen [Insight] and [Empathy], would easily be able to discern that the woman was lying. She knew exactly why they were there and where they came from. She smiled subtly and then looked at Redhalia, "My, what lovely lavenders!" She walked over and took them from the Knight's hand, as though knowing they were for her. "They're from Nekoyama-san, yes? When you are on your way, please greet him for me." She said before bringing the bouquet to her nose. Sairou scratched the back of his neck and glared at the bouquet as though its done him wrong. Or he was just looking at it. Honestly he looked as though he were glaring all the time.
 
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Zahrah Fiore
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Languages: Common | <Beastial> | {Sylvan} | [Terran] | %Analog% | #Abyssal#
Mentions: Faynorae Faynorae | Hideki Moonberry Moonberry | Redahlia Develius Develius

Deciding to respect Sariel's wishes, they wouldn't appraise P-tan. It didn't stop them from theorising, however, as it was shady as it gets. “Alright! Although if it's a doll possessed by a demon, like in those horror movies, where it threatens to kill you if you ever reveal its secrets to anyone, you should just ignore it and tell us regardless. I bet we could have it exorcised before it could live up to its threats to you!” Zahrah would cheerfully offer to Sariel. “I don't think demons in dolls are good for happiness, after all! Besides, I think in movies, dogs are sensitive to it and this doggy seems sensitive to yours. Perhaps you should get it exorcised regardless, just to be safe!” They'd nod. Perhaps that might be best for happiness, just to be safe.

“<Blessing your union?>” He was surprised by the dog's answer. Figuring they'd best switch to Beastial so that it'd be easier to debate. “<Oh no, definitely not. They were calling out 'Return to us! Return! Return her, greedy wolf!' a lot. It seems there's been a pretty concerning misunderstanding.>”

“Oh my, you are gorgeous and picturesque miss!” They couldn't help call out upon seeing Tsubasa. “If miss miss Redhalia were to stand next to you, I think we'd all be thinking we just entered a painting for real.” They'd nod at their carefully made observation. “Don't worry, I don't tire easily and tea just makes my insides soggy~” They'd reply next.

Upon seeing all the spots, they nodded. “So you're one of the cranes that got transformed into someone looking more humanoid, yet your feathers are growing back and you're having to tear them off so you can keep looking like this? Is that it?” They asked, as they rapidly reached the first thing that came to mind as their conclusion.

“I can try hugging it better, as I learned how to hug so that it heals people, undoes curses and feels nice and wholesome, but if it's due to a transformation being undone, I think it wouldn't help either.” Looking closer at the skin, they nodded again. “It looks definitely plucked and torn off like pulled out feathers.” They nodded. “Although I don't get why you are lying about it. You make it sound like you don't know where it's coming from, but you'd have been doing it to yourself and you definitely sound like you know all about it.”

Come to think of it. “Oh, by the way, the cranes outside seem to be missing you. I think they might've thought your Husband stole you from them, as they are all going 'Return to us! Return! Return her, greedy wolf!' outside, so if you're not here against your will, you might want to tell them that. It's not good for happiness to cause that misunderstanding to persist.”
 


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Mentions:
| Faynorae Faynorae (Sariel, Sairou, & Tsubasa) | Elvario Elvario (Zahrah) | DragonSlayer57 DragonSlayer57 (Luca) | Moonberry Moonberry (Hideki) |
Languages:
| "Common" | "𖤐Abyssal𖤐" |
Items:
[Bouquet of Lavenders] (Given), [Heart-Shaped Pin]


As Redahlia entered the snarling wolfkin's humble estate, she initially found herself taken aback by how clean and quaint the room was. Being used to more western-stylizations of medieval and baroque architecture, she expected the room to be more grand and stuffed with a grand assortment of furniture, beds, lamps, and the like. Yet here barely any furniture seemed present within the white and cherry-colored walls contrasted with the soft plain-green matted floor underneath. A minimalist set up. In the center was a low-rise table with four purplish-colored pillows orbiting it. They appeared to match the very bouquet of lavenders in the scarlet knight's hand. And to their left snug up against the corner was a quaint cupboard.

Yet the one thing that did fill the room was the voice of the silk-colored woman singing her siren song within. Tsubasa-San. Pale as freshly fallen snow and with eyes matching a similar deep-crimson ruby to Redahlia's, this fair maiden looked incredibly fragile as she was elegant. A shiver briefly went down Redahlia's spine upon witnessing her sparkling visage turn to them. Admittedly it was rather odd seeing a human like herself take partnership with a... snarling wolf. Though she'd hold her peace. If this was true love then she ought not to judge the customs of these lands. But given the slight oddities experienced on her way up here it was wise to remain cautious.

"Milday." the scarlet knight addressed Tsubara-San politely, placing her hand on her chest before committing to a light bow.

Zahrah also appeared to be taken back by the fair lady's stunning look, even claiming both her and Redahlia standing together would make it look as if they were a painting born manifest into this world. Redahlia couldn't help but crack a faint smile, her lips sprawling just ever so slightly upwards. She could, for once, admittedly see it. The crimson of the pale maiden's eyes matched her overall attire after all. Though just as quick as the faint smile appeared so to would it quickly disappear back into a professional "frown".

The wolf's devotion to the woman's safety was also rather sweet despite her insistence in being ok.

Redahlia continued listening to the maiden carefully as she rolled up the sleeves of her kimono. The ailment symptoms have been revealed. Red splotches dotted both of the woman's arms with varying sizes and colors. Some appeared more fresh then others, given there were a few already blackening into scaly scabs against the bright crimson of those freshly spewed. These didn't quite match the scarlet knight's scars that were slain across her face, which while recent had forever settled into place. However it seemed that these were in fact self-inflicted... being plucked and torn forcibly. They must've been rather irritating to warrant such a drastic, albeit unhealthy, habit.

And if Tsubasa-San's word was to be taken at face value, no such healing magic, prayer or traditional medicine had proven affective. And yet aside from being more lethargic and coughing as of late she claimed to be engaging in healthy habits and good spirits no matter what she did.

"My condolences." the knight addressed solemnly, "It sounds dire." Redahlia seemed to believe in the woman's genuineness. After all exotic illnesses of those claiming to be incurable were nothing terribly new. While not a doctor herself, she began suspecting it to be some sort of skin condition. Perhaps something within her had caused her to get itchier and in turn might've been responsible for the splotches on her arms. But something like that was bound to be treated easily. The ointments Tsubara took should've done the trick if nothing else.

Something else had to be at play here. The question was what.

Then Redahlia remembered the lavenders in her hand and began raising her arm to present them to Tsubara-San. "Here milday." she began addressing, "These are for-." But before she could finish, Tsubasa-San was quick to finish her thoughts and graciously accepted the lavenders. The knight was stunned for a brief second by the display. It was almost as if she'd knew these were for her. She even knew exactly who they were from, "Nekoyama-san", to which Redahlia confirmed subtly with a nod. How oddly... peculiar. Though one could assume that these were a common gift offering to her. Perhaps her favorite flowers or colors were lavender-based. It matched the pillows on the floor after all.

But it was Zahrah's initial theory that took Redahlia by surprise. She looked over to the pink-haired babbler in confusion, her movements calm but her expression was visibly concerned. "What sharp delation do thou speak ill of?" they muttered curiously, willing to hail their time for the moment. This pale woman in front of them... they claimed to be one of the cranes they heard outside? The ones they supposed claimed were harking for her release? And that the blotched skin were in fact feathers attempting to regrow on her that were ripped out to continue presenting herself as a human? Zahrah seemed sure of it. Confidently so. Aside from the fool for which they projected themselves, they appeared to speak surely of what they had seen, heard and witnessed.

Like that of a court jester.

Redahlia's crimson eyes turn to glare at the snarling wolf coldly. She couldn't tell or confirm exactly if Zahrah was telling the truth or spreading false rumors. But given the information presented in front of them and matching them with the events transpiring around them... she was quickly beginning to believe the fool. Her thoughts raced back to her patron, attempting to contact their aid in the matter.

Though as they waited... there was one thing she could potentially do. The scarlet knight looked down onto her crimson gauntlet, adorned with her sharp nails and unusual structure. Faint swirling tendrils creeped around her fingers, just a shade darker then her armor. Viscous and ichorous. She clenched her hand into a fist as the magic swirled into her hand before releasing her grip. Turning to the others, her expression was more serious and stalwart then ever before.

"If what thou claim is marry to be truth... and naught yet but truth." she addressed firmly like a judge in a courtroom, her voice booming through the room with steady resolve, "Per'haply I may be able to discern it so." Redahlia then began slowly walking towards Tsubara-San, her expression softening upon her sweet visage. She'd then drop to a knee before her and slowly outstretched both crimson arms towards her like a blossoming flower. "Your arms, milday, if I may." the woman asked her softly in an almost whispered manner, her voice deep yet intimate in her action, "I assay to... warrant the state of thy flowing blood. I know naught if this shall work. Though should it ring true, all of mine doubts shall promptly hie aroint."

Should Tsubasa-San agree to the ritual, Redahlia's gauntlets gingerly handled both scarred arms in a soft embrace. The gauntlets' sharped nails brushed against her fair skin carefully, causing not to puncture into them... yet. The woman might feel her skin begin to numb somewhat, unaware of the [Blood Affinity F] preparing to numb the areas of entry. Once in position, the knight's eyes locked onto the pale woman's own, warranting to endure one of trust and care within her presence. "Before I commit to the deed." Redahlia continued carefully, attempting to soften any doubt Tsubasa-San might have in the procedure. She wanted to ensure her that she was safe in her hands. "Take heed. It may sting for a brief instant. Yet hast no fear. Thou shall not be harmed. For tis shall take nary a moment's notice..."

"Ready?"


With her consent, all ten of the tiny needle-like nails slowly pierced into the woman's arms, penetrating into her skin and into her bloodstream with careful ease. To Tsubasa-San it would feel like tiny pricks going into her arms, almost feeling painless. Redahlia's eyes closed alongside her grip as she let the magics of her [Blood Affinity F] and [Apprisal F] guide her through her bloodstream in search for the truth of the matter. While she had no healing capabilities to sooth her ailments, her affinity may attempt to help concentrate the blood in a way that better helps with overall flow.

She'd only release once certain with her assessment.


ACTION:
  1. [Blood Diagnosis E] - [Magic E], [Blood Affinity F], [Penetrating F], [Appraisal F] - Cooldown +1 - Redahlia injects her fingers into the person's body, utilizing her magic and blood affinity to attempt to discern and gather information about the person's internal biology and blood.
Cooldown E: +1
 
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Luca Blazeheart

Knight
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uca stepped into the modest home, the air thick with an uneasy tension that seemed to hang in the corners like a forgotten shadow. The serene atmosphere inside contrasted sharply with the turmoil he sensed from the man standing at the threshold. With a subtle nod, he offered a gentle smile, his demeanor calm and inviting. “I understand this is a difficult time for you,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “We truly want to help.”

He shifted his gaze to Redahlia, appreciating her composed presence as she surveyed the room. There was a quiet strength about her, an assurance that he found oddly comforting. “It seems we’ve entered a delicate situation,” he murmured, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for her ears. “Let’s tread carefully; we wouldn’t want to upset the balance, would we?”


Turning back to the man, Luca maintained an air of calm confidence, his expression transforming into one of earnest concern. “Your wife’s condition sounds troubling. If you’re willing, sharing her symptoms and any treatments she’s tried could truly guide us in finding a solution.” The way he spoke was almost hypnotic, each word laced with a subtle urgency that encouraged trust while masking his true intentions.

As the man hesitated, Luca took a small step closer, lowering his voice further. “I assure you, I have seen similar cases before. It’s possible there’s a simple remedy we can uncover together.” He leaned slightly, creating an intimate space where vulnerability felt safe, even as he maintained a watchful eye on the man’s body language, ready to adjust his approach at any sign of trepidation.

His gaze drifted toward Tsubara-San, whose delicate, scarred arms revealed a story of suffering that echoed the whispers he’d heard outside—the cranes calling for her return. Luca felt a flicker of something deeper, a sense of connection that both intrigued and unsettled him. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” he thought, sensing the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air.

With a practiced motion, he put his helmet back on, the metal gleaming ominously in the soft light. The smile that once graced his lips was replaced by a stoic expression, a mask that conveyed both authority and empathy. “It’s crucial that we understand the full scope of her condition,” he stated firmly, directing his attention back to the man. “What have you tried? Ointments? Potions? Any remedies that seemed promising?”

Luca motioned for Redahlia to follow him, the unspoken command slipping into the air like a quiet promise. “We need to dig deeper,” he thought, scanning the room with an appraising eye. The minimalist decor belied the emotional chaos unfolding, each item in the room a silent witness to the struggles within.

As they moved further inside, he spoke softly, almost conspiratorially, “You know, it’s not uncommon for those who suffer to feel isolated. To feel that their loved ones cannot understand their pain.” He let the words hang, allowing them to settle in the man’s mind. “But we’re here now. Together, we can unearth the truth and bring relief to your wife.”

He paused, studying the man’s face for any flicker of hope, any sign that he was beginning to believe. “Trust me,” he said, his voice taking on a soothing cadence. “Your wife deserves our utmost care. Let’s work together to ease her suffering.” His eyes sparkled with a mix of sincerity and cunning, the duality of his nature shining through as he navigated the delicate dance of manipulation and empathy.

In that moment, Luca was not just a stranger in a home; he was a guiding hand, a beacon of hope, all while weaving a web that would serve his own purposes. The game was afoot, and he was determined to play it well.

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Hideki padded silently into the estate, his paws making no sound against the green tatami. The inside was quiet, serene—but something about it made his hackles bristle just slightly, like the stillness before a storm. His sharp blue eyes swept the room, taking in the simplicity, the lack of clutter. It was nothing like the grand houses in Japan, but the feeling it gave him was the same. Careful. Measured.

His gaze flicked to the woman—Tsubasa. The source of the singing. Her voice had carried through the air like drifting snow, and now, standing before them, she looked just as fragile. Pale, too pale, like something carved from frost rather than flesh. And yet, as delicate as she seemed, there was something else beneath the surface.

Hideki’s nose twitched.

The scent of sulfur was still here, woven between the lingering fragrance of lavender and tatami straw. It wasn’t overpowering, just present, a constant reminder that something in this place wasn’t quite right.

His ears swiveled as Tsubasa spoke, soft and measured, even as her body betrayed her with a fit of coughing. He watched as Sairou rushed to her side, the tension in his movements a stark contrast to her calm. The wolfkin was desperate—anyone could see that. Hideki had seen men cling to their loved ones like that before, gripping them too tightly, as if their touch alone could stop them from slipping away.

His gaze lowered slightly as she revealed her arms.

The patches of raw, wounded skin stood out harshly against her pale complexion. Some fresh, some scabbed over, some dark like bruises that refused to fade. He had seen wounds before—ones from battle, ones from illness. These looked like neither.

He exhaled softly through his nose.

Zahrah’s words carried a strange certainty, a theory spilling from their lips as easily as a song. A crane who had plucked herself bare to remain human. Hideki didn’t know what to make of that, but the moment the words were spoken, his ears flicked toward Sairou.

He wasn’t looking at Tsubasa anymore. He was looking at him.

There was something about the way the merchant stood, the way his gaze lingered. It wasn’t fear, not quite. It was something else.

Hideki didn’t react outwardly, but his tail gave a slow, measured flick. He would keep watching.

As Redahlia moved forward, reaching for Tsubasa’s arms with a quiet intensity, Hideki lowered himself into a sit near the doorway. His blue eyes remained locked on the scene unfolding before him, calm but unblinking.
 
Time: 12:21
Weather: Cold and Windy, Cloudy Skies
Location: The Beast's Republic (Kuridan), Hayashimi no Mura (Grove Road Village)



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Tsubasa covered her smile with her hand when Zahrah spoke of her and Redhalia, "Perhaps we should hire a painter then, perhaps it shall be a painting so beautiful that it could not be described in words~" She would jest, but her so-called husband whimpered, "Tsubasa..." His head hung low and Tsubasa giggled. She was teasing him but did not soothe him right after.

She immediately stopped when Zahrah began to ramble. There were three visible reactions in her, first a brief tremble and the second being the tensing of her relaxed posture. The final thing was that her eyes were open and she stared at Zahrah while biting her lips. It was a brief reaction that could be missed if you blinked. She regained herself, looking away from Zahrah. Something about it was correct. "You—"

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Kuroyuri Sairou (黒百合 豺狼)
[Head of the Kuroyuri Estate]
A growl interrupted the Lady, <"How dare you!"> Sairou snarled, bearing his sharp teeth, <"Do you intend to suggest my wife is a liar?! You dare attempt to dishonour her word in her own home?!"> He shouted, walking up to Zahrah, <"You first insult me and now you insult my wife, you cretin! Dismiss yourself from this estate immediately you foul—"> "Sairou!" Tsubasa interrupted him. He immediately turned to her with what seemed to be a softened expression, <"Y- yes?"> She smiled subtly, <"Would you not prepare us some tea?"> He was silent for a moment. He then slowly made his way to the doors on the opposite side of the room and exited.

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"Tsubasa" (翼)
Woman White as Snow
Tsubasa adressed Luca and her eyes were again shut, "As I have said, I have tried ointments before. Some doctors from the south had bought potions to no avail. These wounds would not close so easily." She was a bit less gentle in her voice and a subtle bit more blunt. "I appreciate your sentiments, but I hold no such thoughts. I can remain smiling as long as Sairou-tan is by my side." She'd deny his claims before turning to Zahrah, "Your notions are utterly preposterous and I suggest against spreading such baseless claims. I hold no relation to those... Cranes," She paused for a moment, before speaking again, another lie. "I am a woman who merely chose to stand by Sairou-tan's side. That is all." She'd look away from Zahrah.

She was hesitant in regards to Redhalia's proposal. The reason was obvious. She had no choice. Bearing her arms to Redhalia, Tsubasa held her head a subtle tilt. Her eyes were shut, her breathing was steady and she did not tremble. She was statuesce in her stillness, to the point where she barely, if not all, reacted to Redhalia's Diagnosis. Rather, Redhalia would be the one to be surprised, or not all, that Zahrah's claims were indeed true and to be believed—in that, Tsubasa was indeed no [Human] at all. Her current visage may make one believe it so, but it was a facade. Redhalia's abilities would prove too novice to reveal anything further regarding Tsubasa's nature, only that Tsubasa was entirely healthy internally.

Once Redhalia had receded, Tsubasa looked straight at up at her. Redhalia would find herself [Intimidated] notwithstanding Tsubasa's difference in height, being a head shorter than the knight. It was the silent gesture, the fact she did not smile as she put a finger to her lip and stared with crimson red eyes back at her. What Tsubasa said silently was all too clear, do not even think of it. With that, Tsubasa turned to the rest of the group with her eyes shut once more, "If that is all you can do, please stay as long as you would like. I must continue weaving my brocade. Do everything within your power not to disturb me or open the door while I am inside my weaving room." She warned, leaving silently without a mere glance back. She went from the main house, to the detached room outside and shut the door behind her.

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Kuroyuri Sairou (黒百合 豺狼)
[Head of the Kuroyuri Estate]
Sakura Sakura
The master of the house, Sairou, returned through the northern doors five minutes after Tsubasa, who left through the southern doors; with clay tray of vie cups of tea and a few colourful things which looked like candy (wagashi). He looked around, "Did she go? Uhm... You did no good?" His words left him like a whimper. Sairou briefly glanced over the group, eyeing Zahrah particularly, before putting down the tray, "Tsubasa-chan went to room. You all can have tea, stay for as long as you must." He said with a bit of struggle and stammering here there which manifested in the form of a slight growl. He looked rather sad.
 

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