[Mizos]The Tides of The Past[SanaChan][IC]

[SanaChan]

Name: Koizumi Hotaru
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Personality: She's always been a bit of a tom-boy and rebel against her parents expectations for her, but never did anything too extreme, still more worried about what other people could do to her outside the safety of her home. Now, she's hasty, and doesn't always think before she acts, mostly assuming that whoever killed her parents will come back to finish the job with her. She's still mostly reserved, however, her temper, at it's worst, is rather explosive.
Bio: She was born in to a middle class family, living comfortably without having to worry on a daily basis about the daily toils others did not too far away from her home. As she got older, her father's business began to have more profit and her parents tried to enforce the standards of the higher class. She, however, was comfortable with how things were and fought back against her parents. She eventually, out of boredom, sought out a dojo to learn some basic sword skills, though it enraged her parents. She went regardless of whether they forbade it or threatened to punish her for disrespect, finding plenty of ways to get away without them immediately knowing and therefore making them unable to stop her. One day, upon returning from the dojo, however, she found her parents had been slaughtered. To this day, she doesn't know for what reason or by whom, but a paranoia lurks in the back of her mind that the person would be back to take her life as well. With no where to go, she took up residency in the extra room of the dojo until a mysterious red haired woman appeared and offered to teach her a more precise form of self defense for the day Hotaru would take revenge for her parents murder.
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Other: Proficient with light swords and some throwing knives, also proficient with fire magic.

Name: Scarlet Amera ("Mera") Zaheer
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Personality: Reserved to say in slightest; secretive, withdrawn, patient, but she's not someone to take anyone's attitude. She's got an apathetic approach to most things, and doesn't seem to get anger easily
Bio: Mera is what's known as a gypsy. They're thought to be immortal beings, that have a connection to certain elements that assist them with different callings in life. As most gypsy's do, she spent her youth years traveling, learning about the world she lived in and the conditions the world was in. She studied under an apothecary for a few years and a few human folk that knew magic, learning the inns and outs of potions and spells. She learned also that she had an affinity for earth, making collecting her herbs for her potions and such much easier. Even though her affinity, due to her training she learned the basic of fire and water as well, making her quite the adept young gypsy. As she got older, she began making a slow way back to her homeland, bored of traveling, wanting to get in to some sort of standard living style. Her trip was cut short, however, when she was attacked by a human whose magic triumphed hers. The attack was brutal with no known explanation as to why, perhaps because she could pose a potential threat, but it ended with her killing the human but losing her ability to see in the process. She found the nearest village with the help of her affinity, and settled in to a house away from the village itself. She's been there for a few decades now, doing small favors for the locals, and learning how to make more healing potions as well. When she heard of the murder of Hotaru's parents, she figured it would be better to give her something to focus on rather than wallowing in the grief of her parents death, and, as she learned after bringing the girl to her home, the paranoia that haunted her dreams. During the four years that she's been teaching Hotaru to use fire magic, Mera hunted down the murderer through the information connections she'd gained doing her small favors. Now, she's debating on telling Hotaru, and letting her get her revenge.
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Other: Has the ability to use earth, and in a way, speak to it. She knows fire and water magic. She has quick reflexes, using her hearing that's definitely improved in leaps in bounds since she lost her sight.

Name: Akiko Katsuo
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: He's cold and calculated in a fight, but he's rather friendly otherwise, once he trusts whoever he's talking to, though. He takes training very seriously and isn't very good at reading people.
Bio: Katsuo grew up the son of a war lord, living high and mighty, getting the best training he could. For a long time, he believed the crude way his father did things was the proper way to get things done. His father has always done everything with force, believing that people didn't respond any other way and that fear was the best motivator. At Katsuo reached his teenage years, he began to question these methods, only to get his father's rage at "questioning his superior." Even though he still didn't agree wit his father's method's, he never spoke against him again, though he did find plenty of ways to get away with undermining him.He looks for more peaceful ways to abide by his father's rules, though whenever he does end up having to fight, he forces himself to believe that the enemy is something that needs to be destroyed as a motivator to make himself actually fight. However, the only people he's ever dealt with are either family or other samurai so his socialization skills are nonexistent and he has no real ability to have normal conversations with people without saying something stupid.
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Other: Uses a double sided blade, but also carries a normal sword along with it

[Mizos]

Name: Larel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Larel is distant when it comes to interacting with other people, he doesn't believe in friendship since he's had to kill anyone that was a 'friend' throughout his travels.
Underneath his distant personality however he's a straightforward person who's a bit too loyal for his own good.
Knowing this about himself he avoids interacting with people in trouble but can't ignore them either.
Bio: Larel's childhood seems to be fragments of memories which doesn't leave him with much memory of his family.
The earliest memory he has outside of his village is when he attacked a man being guarded by four samurai.
He was starving and he assumed from the mans' appearance that he had some money on him, enough to feed him for the next few days.
He was nine at the time and after catching him off guard attacking from a space between the buildings, he cut through his guards and started to stab him, however a ninja disarmed him and knocked him to the ground.
They were about to execute him but the man stopped the ninja and offered to take Larel in with him instead of killing him.
Knowing his only other option was death Larel agreed and served as the man's other bodyguard.
The ninja that attacked him became Larel's teacher and taught him swordplay and trained him to be a ninja.
The years passed and Larel grew up serving under the man who he found out was a daimyo and was trying to unify the land under his banner.
Larel became a part of his army and served him working to help him achieve his dream of unification.
However his dream was cut short by Larel himself, who killed him in the night after their celebration of gaining another territory. His master found him standing over their lords corpse and attacked him. Larel ran from his master and escaped from his village.
Larel now wanders after having escaped the remnants of his old lord's army and has lost interest in the world around him.
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Other: Larel is skilled in using his sword having fought in skirmishes and performed assassinations when he served.
He's able to manipulate darkness which he uses to attack from a distance.
He has a habit of talking to himself sometimes.

Name: Alari Wisdom AKA "Zen"
Age: 847
Gender: Male
Personality:Alari is a kind man who hates violence. He's a mature person but because of his open outlook on the world around him, he tends to miss common things.
He's normally relatively calm but when his interest is peaked he becomes intensely focused on it almost to the point of obsession.
He seems to become a completely different person when he's in love.
Bio: Amidst turmoil and despair Alari stood in the center of it, among the flames that covered a village he stood with a sword in his left hand, and the head of one of his victims in his right.
Red stretched as far as the eye could see, and the village was quiet.
Alari stood atop a mountain of bodies staring toward the starry night sky with blank eyes and a small smile on his face.
This was his paradise, his red world without pain and suffering. Solitude and silence, no tears and no screams just the crackle of the flames surrounded him.
Tears streamed down Alari's face as happiness enveloped him, joy in the ending of despair.
Alari who was known simply as Zen in his youth traveled from village to village killing anyone he encountered.
Even drifters on the road lives were ended without remorse or hesitation if they encountered him.
Women, children, men young and old Alari slew all of them and smiled all the while.
Eventually however his actions caught up with him as he stood outside a temple he had just finished setting aflame something catching his attention.
Laughter.
He turned towards the source before a pale hand gripped his face slamming him to the ground.
The attacker spoke to him as he was forcibly held down.
"My my look at what you've done. Human...nay I shouldn't call you that. Zen...I think its a good time for you to experience death 9,078 times. That's around how many lives you've taken right?"
Alari's eyes widened as he peered through the fingers of his assailant, he noticed they didn't have a face.
There was just white where their face should be, however as he watched them he watched his face form onto theirs.
"Unless...you'd be willing to make a wager," the assailant added smiling at him.
Centuries passed and Alari is now a traveler who at the moment is residing in a village as a doctor.
Whatever was in his past is long forgotten now and the name Zen no longer lingers anywhere.
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Other: Being a pacifist Alari doesn't carry any weapons on his person.
Alari has extensive knowledge in curses and taps into his own energy to use magic. He believes its called Ki but its only a guess on his part.

Name: Negal
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Negal is a carefree woman who prefers to tell rather than show. She has a high amount of patience when it comes to dealing with sensitive matters, She has a short attention span for things outside her interest people included, but when in a good mood she's normally talkative. She has a strict dedication to her work and a strong desire to accomplish her goals. She normally tries to find an indirect way of helping others not wanting her kind side to show in public.
Bio: Negal lived with her mother and father in a small village near two daimyo who were in a shaky alliance due to tired troops and lack of supplies on both sides. She lived in constant fear of war descending on their land, which it did after one of the daimyo attacked in the night. However the other daimyo anticipated him and acted as well, the village erupted into a battlefield and Negal ran away with her parents. However in their escape her mother who was carrying her was cut down sending Negal tumbling to the ground. Her father saw her fall and their eyes met before he turned and continued running away leaving Negal behind.
Negal watched as arrows stopped her father and most of the families trying to escape. She looked behind her to samurai in armor running towards her towards the other samurai.
Negal closed her eyes waiting to be trampled when loud screams to filled her ears.
She opened her eyes to see a cloaked figure standing in front of her, surrounded by a red aura a sword attached to their waist as the samurai went flying.
The cloaked figure turned to Negal before kneeling down and holding their hand out to her.
After fleeing the battlefield Negal was raised by the kind stranger until she was about thirteen when she ran away after the leader of a clan of ninja came to her.
She trained under them next to a woman whom they had named Ai for a few years.
Eventually however Negal grew tired of the constant corruption and treachery that came with her job and left their employ.
She got as far away from people and all signs of life before having a home built through her old contacts, she now resides there occasionally visited by Ai who seeks Negal's information.
Only three people know of her home one being Ai and the other being her go between Yuki.
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Other: Negal uses a tetsugen that she keeps hidden in her sleeve, she keeps the attachments on her at all times
She learned how to use her blood in exchange for magic while serving the ninja clan.
She has some knowledge in using swords but only with ones like a wakazashi, her main training is in her tetsugen though so its more of a last resort.

Kaori Hisuagawa

Spoiler

Name: Kaori Hirugawa
Age: Unknown since he lies about it. Presumed to be 24
Gender: Male?
Personality: Kaori is an eccentric young man who seeks to find the beauty in all things around him though his vision of beautiful things goes outside good cultural standpoints.
He tends to become obsessed with his painting once he finds a worthy target and under his ever smiling face is a sadistic twisted side that seeks to bring beauty into the world, through any means necessary.
His intentions though good have gotten him in trouble on numerous occassions.
Kaori seems to only show his serious side when he's painting and seems to enjoy all sides of people.

Bio: Kaori's past is shrouded in mysters as he now works as a traveling artist, but what little is known about him is that he once worked under a very prestigious painter.
He took Kaori in when he was a child after seeing young Kaori drawing on his own in a burning home.
Kaori's town had been attacked by bandits but young Kaori for some reason wasn't attacked, it wasn't until he saw him that he found out why.
The young boy was happily smiling was sketching the flames that were quickly closing in on him and the bodies of the bandits that lay around him.
He noticed that a samurai was laying amongst the flames and assumed he was the one that took the bandits out as there was no blood on Kaori.
He saved Kaori and to his surprise got hit since his picture got burned because the man had pulled him out.
The man took Kaori in after agreeing to make up for it by teaching him to drawn and paint.
Time passed and Kaori soon became a very skilled painter, but his interest seemed to change as he grew older, he sought to find the beauty in other people.
The idea was a noble one but the way he showed it was outside of that, because he refused to change his way of painting his master threw him out telling him never to return.
Kaori raised his brush to the heavens and grinned to himself as he sought to find enough beauty to make a battle stop at his very works.
Kaori now seems to have attached his attention to Mera who he believes would serve as a wonderful addition to his already large collection, the painting to trump all paintings.
"I shall call it 'The crimson angel'" Kaori said as he went to find Mera.
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Other: Though his works are questionable in nature Kaori is a very skilled painter.
It's believed Kaori carries a weapon on him since he travels so often, but he seems TOO willing to allow others to search for it
Behind his strange nature lies the mind of a very intelligent person, but the craziness cancels it out

[SanaChan]

"Hotaru, if you don't quit rushing things, you're simply going to burn my house down," a gloved hand reached out and smacked the back of the brunette's head, stopping her from the wild flame she was making.
The flame went out in a puff of smoke and she glared at the woman with dark red hair, "How do you know? I might have had that perfectly under control," she crossed her arms.
It was the usual bickering at this point with the two of them. They'd only been living together four years, but Hotaru had gotten rather accustomed to this place within a few months of that first year. The hope she could indeed get revenge for her parents murder was what drove her to learn and what kept her from the nightmares. They couldn't kill her if she killed them first.
"I smelt smoke. Which means you didn't even realize you were frying your hair again. Goddess, you're going to catch yourself on fire before my house it seems," even as she was scolding her, the tone of her voice didn't waver much, "Now come on, stop with idle flames, I need you to deliver the potion," she pointed to where the bottle of blue-green liquid sat, "To the woman who came here this morning. She's already paid for it, so just give it to her. Try not to spill it this time."
"It's called a cork, why do you never put a cork in the bottle?" Hotaru sighed, looking around for one and got one off the top shelf of Mera's herbs, putting it in the bottle.
"Because you put them where I can't reach."
"Not my fault I'm taller than you. Can't you-"
"Stop talking and start walking," Mera sighed, waving her off. She pulled her long black cloak on, putting her arms through the sleeves and going in to the back towards her herb garden, hinting the conversation was done either way.

Hotaru shook her head, putting the bottle in her pouch and started to town. She knew Mera would get mad if someone told her about it, but it was too boring walking on the streets, and so she leapt up, using the sides of buildings to get her on to the roof of one. She peered down on to the streets below, wondering if she would spot the lady before she got back to her house. She hit the brakes, however, as she spotted several samurai coming in to the village on horse back. She narrowed her eyes, as the only thing Mera had given away about her parents murderer was that it was indeed a samurai. She knelt down, watching in slight surprise. Other samurai that had come demanded people get out of their way as if the streets belonged to them. These samurai were simply warning people they were behind them so that the horses didn't bump in to or step on them.
"Probably just trying to trick us in to liking them," she muttered before continuing across the rooftops, heading towards the woman's house. She found that the woman wasn't there, but since it was already paid for, she could simply set the potion inside and be on her way. She set it down and sighed as she walked outside. Things were far too quiet lately, and that usually meant something big was going to happen, "But what could it be?" she mused out loud, putting her hand to her chin.

Once Hotaru was gone, Mera stood and went further out in to the woods, using the earth to guide her to a quiet spring a few yards out. She sprinkled some herbs in to the water, listening for the sound they would make as they reacted with it. The sound of them hissing against the waters surface did nothing to quell her nerves. She crossed her arms, thinking the same thing Hotaru was. It could simply be some rogue samurai coming to stir up trouble, or it could be something more supernatural, something that would cause more devastation than humans could manage before they would even be able to stop it. Either way, she didn't like it. She turned and went back to the shack, deciding to prepare some healing elixirs. They would probably be necessary soon enough.

[Mizos]

A sweet scent drew Larel into the small building as he put his hand on his stomach as it roared at him recognizing the source of the scent.
Something that had eluded him for the past three days...food.
The building wasn't too crowded, he noticed a few people were sitting at the other tables but from the size it wouldn't take too long to get food in here.
He dug into his pocket as he sat on the floor at the table near the door and called the woman over with his hand.
He made his order and handed her the money before wrapping his arms around his stomach.
He closed one of his eyes and lowered his body as a small smile formed on his lips.
"Soon, just be patient."
He mumbled the words to himself and stayed like that until a bowl was placed in front of him
The steam rose into his face causing his mouth to water as he straightened himself and clapped his hands together.
The woman walked away and Larel reached forward and gripped the bowl as he stared at the noodles within it.
No more eating grass to survive or mistaking the poisonous berries for edible ones.
He ran his hand through his short brown hair and grabbed the chopsticks on the table before bringing the bowl to his mouth.
He drew up a long strand of noodles and his eyes shined with anticipation as nourishment was finally within his grasp.
He opened his mouth and started to bring the noodles to his mouth...but he was denied satisfaction.
Loud voices came from outside and people ran inside to avoid the samurai barreling through the village, one of them slammed into Larel causing his bowl to fly through the air.
Larel watched with wide eyes as his bowl turned upside down and landed on the floor the noodles landing a few feet away.
"N...no...."
Larel put his head into his hand as he grit his teeth, the last of his money, his happiness within reach...gone.
He lifted his head from his hands and stood up before looking outside to find the source of his anguish.
He didn't go fully out but he noticed the samurai coming through the town on horseback.
His hand clenched into a fist as he watched them ride by.
He was angry at the person who bumped him but if they didn't have to avoid getting trampled he'd be full and happy.
He glanced to his right and uncleaned his fist before looking ahead again.
"I suppose it is strange. They seem to be in a rush but that doesn't matter since its no business of mine."
He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead as he tried to think of another way to get fed.

He left out the back after explaining his food had been knocked out of his hands.
In the end he wasn't giving anything to eat except for a piece of wheat which hung out of his mouth as a small sigh escaped from him.
He thought about stealing it but after all that happened on his way here the last thing he needed was more people after him.
The money he had walked so hard to obtain was actually taken as the person who employed him tried not to pay.
Larel didn't kill him but a beat down did follow and he took his payment while he was recovering.
The man recovered faster than he thought and called out to the guards leading him to run.
That was something he decided not to think about since he lost everything in the end.
He walked in between the buildings and hugged the wall before peering around the corner.
A part of him considered leaving the town after seeing the samurai, but since he wasn't sure where they were going he decided against the idea.
Though they were telling people to move out of the way it didn't change that they were still rushing through the village.
The elderly couldn't move as fast as everyone else so did that mean they were trampled because these samurai were in a hurry.
His eyes narrowed but he closed them and shook his head.
None of this was his concern, the best option would just be to stay out of sight, wait for them to pass and find where he was going to sleep when nightfall came.
He looked behind him for a moment before looking forward again shaking his head.
"Its nothing, I'm just a little distracted."

[SanaChan]

Hotaru was starting back when she saw not an elderly about to be trampled, but a child that had pulled away from their mother. She scoffed before shooting forwards, snatching the child and pulling them out of the way of the horse. Her movement, however, spooked the horse, which reared and sent its rider on to his back.
"Serves you right," Hotaru growled as the mother took her child back gratefully, "You should be walking and leading the horses behind you. This streets not big enough for you to be trampling through," she crossed her arms as the guy got up, dusting himself off as he caught his breath again.
"And who are you to be barking rules at us, broad? Do you know who we are?" Another shouted from the back of his horse.
"A bunch of thugs following orders from a bigger thug. Don't you know that being a loyalist is useless in these days? The age of the samurai is all but over, so your "status" holds no special weight here. These people are just farmers with no interest in you or your boss," Hotaru waved them off, holding a similar bored expression to Mera. She knew it was the easiest way to start a fight, or frustrate someone to the point of driving them off.
The men, however, had more annoyance with being looked down on my some girl than the fact she just didn't seem to care who they were.
"Now, now, no need for this. The lady does have a point. I believe I instructed the lot of you to tie your horses up outside the village," a male's voice came from behind them and they all looked back to a male, who did not seem happy, "You're to get down from your horses and walk them back that way immediately. If you try to ride them back, I will sell them and you'll walk to the next village instead," he said and they grumbled as they got down from their horses. The male approached Hotaru, but she held up her hand.
"Keep your excuses. Just don't stay here long and no one will have a problem," she muttered, starting to walk away.
"Oh but there is. You see, I believe I was told that you could help me find who I'm looking for."
"Well, you were told wrong. I'm not helping loyalist pigs," she scoffed and pushed him out of her way as she left, not bothering to listen to anything else he said.
"Well that just simply creates complications," the male sighed and pulled a piece of paper out of his sleeve, posting it on the wall nearby. It was a hefty reward for whoever would bring him the gypsy, though he wasn't sure these farmers would even pay it any mind. The village had a reputation of prospering crops and good health, and he assumed that was because of the gypsy he was after. However, the shogunate had decided that gypsy's were simply dangerous and needed to be dealt with. He set up a couple more before heading to the inn to get a place for him and his men to stay

[Mizos]

Larel's eyes widened when he noticed the child and he instinctively started to move to grab them.
However he froze as someone else came in and quickly moved back into the alley peering out from it.
He watched as the samurai fell and the rescuer came into view causing his eyes to narrow a little.
With that kind of speed she wasn't a normal towns-person, the fact she was badmouthing one of the samurai only added to that.
He had watched a farmer try to fight a samurai with a hoe, it never went well so a majority of the time they were silent to their actions.
He watched as a man stepped forward and commanded the men to tie their horses as he spoke to the woman.
Well speaking wasn't the word he'd use, for the most part he was ignored and insulted before the conversation ended.
He assumed he was the leader since the men listened to him and thanks to him he at least knew why they here.

He waited until he walked away before moving out of the alley and over to the paper on the wall.
They seemed to be looking for a gypsy and judging by the reward they really wanted her found.
He glanced in the direction the woman had left a little curios how she could have helped but he wasn't intending on following her to find out.
Larel stared at the paper for a moment, he didn't like the thought of helping the samurai who almost ran over a child and considered looking for another way to earn money.
His growling stomach put aside those thoughts and he made his way towards
the inn.
He hoped the sword strapped to his back was enough of an introduction for them as he made his way to the head samurai.
Once he made it to the inn he came to a stop outside and looked at the paper one last time.
Larel held up the paper as he walked into the inn before speaking.
"Excuse me I heard someone was looking for gypsy, if this is what your paying I'd like to help you with that."

[SanaChan]

The man was still in the foyer, waiting for his men to catch up. He looked up as Laurel came in and smirked, "I'll even double it if you're able to kill her. No one knows how to do that yet because apparently stabbing them doesn't work," he thought outloud, "I was hoping the woman I ram in to could help lead me to her, but she won't be much help, especially if she knew why we were trying to catch her friend. You'll have to do your own research as to find her, bit if you bring her to me, I'll most assuredly pay you for your hard work," he smirked, not noticing the inn keeper looking rather upset now.

"So it's time to leave then? What a shame, I finally got comfortable here. But t cannot be avoided. Help me pack some things," Mera got a bag out and began to put potions and vials inside, putting her herbs in another bag. Hotaru helped get the essentials and before long, the duo had set off down some back road, putting distance quickly between them and the village

[Mizos]

Larel's eyebrow arched at the mention of double and he folded the paper before putting it back into his sleeve.
Double pay was nice but what did he mean stabbing didn't work, was she immortal?
He didn't know that much about gypsy's but he didn't hear anything about them being immortal.
If stabbing didn't work then decapitation would have to suffice.
He thought about escorting her back to them...but they would most likely just kill her.
Giving her a quick death seemed more humane then letting them slowly do it.
He had captured people before but found in the end they were either executed or imprisoned...sometimes both.
"Fair enough," he said looking over at the man. "You can call me Mela, that's what most do."
He didn't like disclosing his real name whenever he took a job from someone, if things went bad they would at least be looking for someone else in the end.
Larel's eyes moved from the man to the inn keeper before his eyes narrowed as he noticed his expression.
"Excuse me," he said to the man before walking over to the innkeeper. "This is the part I hate doing."
Larel slammed his hands on the counter once he reached the innkeeper and glared at him.
"You look like you know something," Larel said to him his voice dripping with venom.
He reached back and drew his sword before stabbing it into the wood.
"Why don't you tell me what you know about this gypsy and save me from having to get out it you. It might be bad for business if your guests are served by a torso."
His guess was that she was residing in the forest, if he was going to stay somewhere he could easily move from it would be there.
Its easy to lose pursuers and there's no worry about the exits getting blocked or getting trapped between buildings.
Still any information would help since he would have to find her on his own.

[SanaChan]

The guy jumped, reeling back from Larel's sword, "She's never done anything wrong, so why should we help you get her arrested?" He sounded braver than I felt, "She's saved the people here time and time again, so you're only going to find people who're going to return the favor!" Even as he said it, his eyes slid to look out the window that looked to the north end of the village, "Besides, Hotaru will have already warned her, they'll be gone before you even figure out where her home is," the man added, which caused the samurai to frown. How could one woman be so hard to catch.

"There's no need to run, Hotaru. The people won't sell us out so easily. And my house is difficult to find, even if you do know where to look," Mera said apatheticly as shekept walking down the trail.
"Well, why you're being unconcerned, I'm making sure there's no one up ahead," Hotaru shook het head, a few feet infront of her.
"I can easily say there isn't. No one else knows about this trail. I've used it quite a few times because of that. If you keep going all out, you're simply going to collapse, so as I said before there's no need to run. The next vilaage is a few hours away," Mera drawled on, sighing in boredom.
Hotaru didn't relax though. Something still wasn't right and every shadow caught her attention, her senses alert for anything at all

[Mizos]

Larel listened to the innkeeper clicking his tongue when he mentioned the loyalty of the people.
That would make things harder in finding her exact location, however as the innkeeper continued he noticed his eyes glanced in a direction.
He didn't look in the direction but he made a mental note of it as he continued to listen.
At the mention of someone named Hotaru Larel's mind went back to the girl he had seen not too long ago.
He wasn't sure if that was her but he did have a point when it came to the gypsy, she may already be gone.
At this thought Larel withdrew his sword from the desk as a small smile found its way to his face.
"I agree that does make things a little easier doesn't it," Larel said glancing to the right.
He looked back at the innkeeper before pointing his sword at him.
"I'm curios how obligated you feel to her. Loyalty is easily spoken but I wonder..."
Larel pushed the sword more towards him before closing his eyes and lowering it.
Larel put his sword into his sheath and walked out of the inn before running towards the north part of town.
"....it could be that...but its the only lead we have so I'm following it."
Larel mumbled to himself as he ran through the village eventually turning and heading towards the neighboring town.

"I hate it when they're good people," Larel said running down the open road.
His stomach growled and he groaned and slowed down to a walk ignoring the looks of the passerby.
If this gypsy helped people in the village that meant she wasn't a bad person, especially if someone was willing to protect her while their lives were on the line.
Thinking about this Larel couldn't help but sigh and rubbed the side of his head.
It was going to be hard to get to sleep tonight, even with a full stomach if he caught her today.
Going off what that innkeeper said looking for her home in the forest would be a bad idea.
Even if he found it his target would be gone by then, since that was the case heading to the next village seemed to be the best idea.
With the samurai in town looking for her she may move to another location anyway, he assumed the closest village would be where she would go.
That and wandering in the forest would only make him end up lost.
"Quiet my sense of direction is fine...just trees all look the same," Larel said closing his hand into a fist and closing his eyes.
He looked up as he noticed a woman and her child looking over at him, causing him to flinch.
He offered a small smile and waved to them but the mother grabbed her child's hand and quickly walked away.
Larel turned forward again and crossed his arms as his eye twitched.
"That was unnecessary," Larel mumbled.
He lowered his arms and continued his way towards the next town.
While he walked he couldn't help but think about what he was going to be doing soon.
Were gypsy's able to curse people? It would definitely ruin his day if he was cursed just because he wanted food.
He shook his head at the thought and focused his attention forward, gypsy were human like anyone else...right?
"I should do more research about this when I can,"