Looking towards Orgos, Malakaus examined the fellow orc. It has been quite some time since Malakaus had worked alongside his kind, and more often then not the armored brute simply fell in line with other rank-and-file soldiers in combat. But the last time he fought alongside his kin, they were truly not much better then a barbarian horde... And somehow that felt more effective than the formations and strategy other human warriors incorporate. While Malakaus would hardly call orcs naturally disciplined (many he grew up with had a chance to become a knight like he did, but most are mercenaries), when it came to battle they had this sort of heard mentality that put them in sync despite their lack of discipline. They were working towards the same goal, incorporating their own talents and abilities to assist one another to achieve that goal. "I look forward to it, Orgos. It would be nice for me to fight alongside my kin, even if you are not a brother by blood."

Hearing Zin return, underneath his helmet Malakaus narrowed his eyes towards the dragon girl. Female or not his knightly honor could not stand to allow her to defile Vesta in such a manner. He cared very little about Zin's true feelings and affection to Vesta as such vulgar displays ought to be done in private not in front of guests, and certainly not without Vesta's consent. So Malakaus approached the two, and while his hands were empty of weapons his gait made it rather clear that he was approaching with purpose. "That's quite enough! Master Vesta Celestia is a noble and powerful mage, not some dock whore to be molested and ogled. Have some decency!" And with that Malakaus reached out to forcefully remove Zin's hands from Vesta's garments, grabbing at her elbows with a tight grip. In his armored gauntlets he certainly will leave some marks as he intends to grab with great force, hopefully painful enough for Zin to release her grips on Vesta and allow Malakaus to remove the pest from her body.

"Release Master Vesta this instance! Whatever your relationship with her, know your place and put aside your lewd intentions. Your actions are making a mockery of the both of you!"

@Spriggs27@Lunarlors34@Claw2k11

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"What you should do is listen, boy. You have done enough. Leave us to eat in peace." Atisha said with increasing hostility. What did these humans keep smashing their heads against these walls? It's a miracle or possibly a divine blessing that they haven't rendered themselves extinct for their stupidity. Atisha certainly wouldn't mind helping them along the path of self-destruction via stabbings. She took her knife and fork and started to eat her meal, but did so in an aggressive manner. She stabbed her toast and viciously cut it into smaller strips with her knife, and practically tore apart the eggs and sausages. She knew she was being overly petty and rather stupid herself, but this was the only thing she could do short of ripping and tearing this human apart herself.

"I won't say it again, so listen well: We do not want you here. Go back to your friend and leave while you can. No one here will harm this elf, and your efforts to help her is only bringing attention and trouble to her. If you're so eager to play heroics, then go to the castle and find a quest from the king or queen or whoever the hells is sitting on the throne now. I'm sure they have some quest you can throw yourself into!" Just as she finished Atisha broke her knife, splitting her plate and lodging the blade into the table. She hadn't realized she had been so rough. "And if you're still here in the next sixty seconds, my breakfast isn't the only thing that's going to be ripped into bite-sized peices."

@Seirei No Hai@PhoenixRising

Hamaguchi was slowly crawling back up again, the blood had stopped with flowing at least. It was all over her face, she had to wash it off but she didn't have the magic to do it. She had to keep as much magic as possible. A sudden jolt of the chain made her fall to her chest. She made a welp noise before the chain was being jolted onto continuously, her breath disappeared. The soft noises of a girl trying to reach for her breath sounded throughout the alleyway. She held the steel necklace around her neck as far away from her throat as she could with all her strength. It was so hard to breath.

The constant tugging of the chain had stopped leaving her with air once more. She was lifted up to the back of the carriage.



Hamaguchi kicked and swung with her arms before being dumped in the back of the cart and told to shut up. Hamaguchi turned silent, he was gonna drown her if she disobeyed. Hamaguchi had a mean look stuck on her face. It was not only mean, it was mad, sad and fury all at the same time. There were so many emotions lingering in the air around her. Hamaguchi kept quiet as the cart moved towards the mansion.

The cart stopped at a large mansion where Hamaguchi got dragged out again. No one was helping. Everyone who was nearby didn't help. She struggled some more as she was dragged down towards the basement. She was trying to scream for help but she couldn't breath at all.

Her arms and legs got strapped to a torture thingy. Hamaguchi was baffled. What was this place, how did she get here... Hamaguchi tried getting out but to no avail.



He got a blunt knife out making hamaguchi quiet for a moment. Was he gonna try to kill her?



He placed the knife under the hem of Hamaguchi her shirt. Hamaguchi got completely red as she talked pretty damn loud right now.





Yoshinobu got around to making food for Kurokono and placed it in front of him as she was finished. Ease explained to Yoshinobu who Aya was again but to her it came like a new face.





Hmm? The dog boy was really firing himself up. It was getting too hot in here. She saw Dante fighting before and almost knew it wasn't good to get him against you. Aya wasn't gonna get in between this situation. She didn't care and had pushed her heart enough already.

Aya continued walking past Avery but could only get another meter added to her way to the stairs. Aya snorted smoke out of her nose. She madly stamped the floor with both hands balled up and her arms straight next to her sides. She was giving Avery an irritated look.

Aya let Avery talk for a moment to explain himself. He was being controlled by a higher up and couldn't decline her, even after seeing Aya so mad? Avery went on and spoke about the problem Aya had and didn't tell him about. Aya leaned towards him having her head almost touch his as her finger was poking in his chest. She poked in an angry manner a few times as she talked.

Myst Neumann

"Wrong answer," Myst said as he began to cut Hamaguchi's shirt to shreds, presumably leaving the young woman in her chest wraps. "There were people who helped you, people of some talent, people who, for your sake, tried to fight Nick, and failed." He then wasted no time cutting off the fox-woman's skirt with his blunted dagger, leaving her in her underwear.

"Now, last chance. Who were the people who tried to fight Nick? What powers did they use? What weapons? What were the things they said?" Myst twirled the dagger in his hand. "You may yet save your virginity if you give me the right answer..." the old man trailed off, although he was certain now that the only thing he can get from Hamaguchi was sexual pleasure. Oh, well, he'll take what he can get.

@liferusher@Lucius Cypher@Noodles

Vesta Celestia and Avery Ackbar Celestia

Vesta hadn't quite anticipated Zin to be back so soon. But no matter, it was still within her calculations to be able to handle whatever she thought the dragon girl was capable of. Except Vesta wasn't able to predict this. This was starting to grind on her nerves.
As Zin's hands began to roam Vesta quickly grabbed the wrist of the hand trying to enter her trousers with a firm grip with both hands. She had to finish the armor.
Now.
Stone spread from her stomach downwards but only got as far as halfway to her knees before being reduced to her knees from Zin's onslaught. This was barbaric. Uncivilised. This pure and utter humiliation at it's worst. She wouldn't allow such embarrassment to occur in front of her guests let alone Vivi, who seemed to be standing there in shock at the scene before her. She had managed to save her pants from any further assault in the near future but Zin's groping barrage had almost broken the vest Vesta wore, certainly unzipping it most of the way down regardless.
With Malakus coming over and grabbing Zin's elbows that gave Vesta the moment of respite she needed. Without bothering to fix her vest Vesta bought her own up in an attempt to slam it into Zin's face. More to get her off of her than anything else at this stage.
She had had enough of this bout. She wasn't going to stand around and be made of a mockery like this. If Zin wasn't going to fight properly than Vesta would answer with no mercy.
If Vesta's elbow or Malakus strength didn't remove Zin from Vesta then the kick to the face from the small, white bundle of fur which came running over certainly would.
"Lady Vesta! Here's where you were! Master has been looking for you. The girl has woken up."

Avery shrugged his shoulders effortlessly at Aya's comments. Why did she always seem to be in a bad mood? Was he this moody after being transported here? From what he remembered Vesta said he had simply hid himself and didn't want to talk to others for a while. Maybe this was something similiar?
No matter. Vesta's orders were absolute. Aya wasn't safe outside of here anyway, Avery knew it, Vesta knew it and surely Aya did as well.
"Little? I'm sorry Miss Aya but you're clearly shorter than me. You're even shorter than Eri." Avery couldn't help himself. He had to poke fun, he had to have a little chuckle. It was simply how he showed concern.
"As I told you. I can't. M'lady wishes to speak with you and you have no knowledge of this world. It's dangerous out there, especially for someone as short tempered as yourself. You have no allies, no weapons, no powers. How do you expect to survive out there? As a servant of m'lady I cannot simply just move aside."

@Kitsune@ZekariVoblis@Lucius Cypher@liferusher@Seirei No Hai@Letter Bee@PhoenixRising@Sir Lurksalot

Just what is he talking about...? Kurokono was rather confused by Alexander's explanation, but now to see Alexander's manner of speech with mention of 'Earth' and such, he's definitely from the the same 'era' as him. Just how many minutes have this upstart just entered into this timeline...? And why the hell are there so many time travellers, did Doraemon just used his time machine or something...? Kurokono was rather amused to see a person cussing & telling Alexander off.

"So kid, you're from the same 'hometown' as me right?" Kurokono let loose a smirk towards Alexander, taking a bite on his porkchop "Ha, I shall talk a bit more seriously then. You should blend in amongst the crowd, seriously your outfit is going to give away unnecessary attention. Also, try not to find unnecessary trouble, before you know how Magic works at the very least. Unless you want an eye to be blown up right in the face heh~"

Kurokono pointed at his eyepatch, taking another bite on that porkchop. The porkchop was some good stuff, well cooked & springy. But still, he would prefer to eat ramen here. He turned back to his table, getting back to his conversation with Ease and Kyojin.

"Yeah, he blew up the slums last evening, not sure if any of you heard that, but it was pretty loud. I'm not sure why a person like him is still hanging around in a place like that, but I kind of snapped after I saw him beating a 10 year old kid. Sigh, he should pick someone his size. Now to think about it, I shouldn't have been that rash haha~"

Alexander Sky

We are not in a Japanese-style kingdom. We are in a Western High Fantasy world. But Alexander decided to wait for fate to enlighten Kurokono; acting like a know-it-all would not serve him well. Instead, he decided to wait for Sean to give up on apologizing to the Elven lady and the tall armored figure. After that, they were going to find new people among the Iron Bell Knights, assuming that he didn't flub things up.

Reward yourself for not mouthing off, Alexander's mind said, and the boy allowed himself to feel pleasure while waiting for Sean's reaction. The armored, tall person was looking homicidal; Alex needed to interfere if this escalated. Now to reply to Kurokono:

"I'll keep your advice to heart," a short, but not hostile reply. "Thank you for your words. Anyway, my name is Alexander. Alexander Sky. Who are you?"

@Lucius Cypher@Seirei no Hai@Zelosse@liferusher@Sir Lurksalot@Letter Bee@ZekariVoblis@Noodles

Zin's groping was met with resistance as Vesta tried to keep her hands from going into her trousers, Zin hoped that she could break the zipper to Vesta's vest so that she would have to show more and almost got her wish, as continued grouping Vesta's bosom, Zin breathed in the air next to Vesta's ear almost obviously telling Vesta she was about to breath fire onto her or someone else. Just as Zin was about to secure a possible win the armored orc stepped in and tried to stop Zin by grabbing her arms at the elbows, instead of blasting Vesta's butt with some fire to further embarrass her, Zin let out all the fire in the direction of Malakaus hoping that she'd melt his face and helmet.

" Stay out of this you knuckle dragging, skull crushing, brute, this isn't your fight and your no knight and you have no honor ! Go terrorize some stupid village in the middle of nowhere and stop insulting Vesta!" The dragon woman yelled at the orc man feeling that he was gonna ruin the fight between her and Vesta, and ruin it he did. Zin's face was met with an elbow and bloodied her nose in the same instance, Zin attempted to keep a firm but weak grip on Vesta only to hit in the face by something small and furry and recoiled back holding her nose.

After letting go of Vesta, Zin's anger was directed at the armored orc, she glared at the man rubbing the marks he left on her arm." I will remember this." She told him, keeping her eyes on him with a look of wanting to kill him." Next time, don't get in between a dragon while they're in a fight, or the next time I won't be so merciful, I'll roast you like firewood and that armor you're wearing will do nothing but keep you alive long enough to regret getting in my way again." She wiped her bloodied nose on the back of her fist before licking the blood off her hand.

The sound of metal that seemed to break through the wooden table freaked Blanc out more than what Sean's peace offering was. With a comically gaped mouth, she looked at Atisha's plate. She had noticed her behavior as she talked, but who knew her strength would also include her plate and a bit of the table surrounding it? With a gulp, she steels herself (thanks to Tundo who now just snuggled up against the snow elf's leg), albeit barely. She would be quite reluctant to speak out towards Sean.

"Y-yes... l-like what s-she said. B-but d-don't take that t-to heart. S-she's a l-little on edge t-today just as I. Silence follows the four of them before the snow elf bows her head, both her gloved hands over her cheeks as a cloud of figurative steam starts to appear on the crown of her head, on top of that she covers herself with her hood. Her reddened face apparent.

"Uuuuuuu~! Tundo! W-why did I stutter? I thought I calmed down!" Blanc would think telepathically towards her dog-like companion. Tundo just responding with a disappointing shake on the head. "Perhaps you should try not looking at the girl in armor most of the time. As actions like those seem to get you riled up.

Whatever the case may be. Her little stutters sounded adorable.

@Letter Bee @Lucius Cypher @PhoenixRising @liferusher @Noodles @Sir Lurksalot

'Mmmmngh... No, mother, please... F-father...'

"AAAAAHHH!"

Emile thrusts herself up and accidentally finds her face at the floor. Due to her twisting and turning of a nightmare, she couldn't stay in bed, and fell out. Though she doesn't recollect why, the throbbing pain in her head is distraction enough to make her want some ice. "Owww..." Mutters the young woman as tears begin to form in her eyes. She didn't like pain, and couldn't understand how some people could thrive off of it. Things like this were perfectly good examples of why she wasn't a fan of action or violence...

Untangling herself from the mess of damp bed sheets and blankets, Emile manages to get up, albeit by dragging herself to her feet, requiring great effort. Her ocean-blue eyes scan the bedroom: unfamiliar. Though she felt she couldn't remember a whole lot, certain things came to be familiar to her, though apparently this bedroom wasn't such a thing. She notes how lucky she is to have avoided one of the nightstands on either side of the bed, before noticing the bland, though pretty, room wasn't as barren as she initially thought. There, sitting on the desk opposite the bed, sits a note; simple, short, and in handwriting she didn't recognize. Though it did trigger a thought:

'Ted- I mean Grian, Grian.'

Following the note's directions, Emile exits the guest room in which she's sleeping in, looking about the current hall she's presently in. She had to admit that the place looks a lot more grand than she would have thought from her giant Teddy. It takes but a quick glance to identify the stairs, and she hastily makes her way toward them and descends, thanking the gods she doesn't feel dizzy, but using the guardrail, just in case. It opens up to a dining hall with a long table at it's center, once again looking quite regal. "I never thought Grian would have such pleasantries..." She murmurs, before looking around and calling to her newly-found friend. "Um, hello...? Grian?"

((This has permission from Lucius))

Slums of Lugnica

Overlooking the slums of Lugnica City was a large, palatial building made up of marble, whose patio was supported by fluted columns wrapped by carved vines and big-breasted nymphs dressed in leaves. Through its steps walked rich and poor alike, albeit in seperate lanes, seperate lanes that led to a large, but not too large casino in Lugnica City, a casino that had enough noble and middle-class clients to make closing it down politically unpleasant, at least for now.

In the gambling dens and tables were facilities for dice, cards, and in the lower levels, cockfighting and human pit combat. In this building, owned by Myst Neumann under a different name, huge amounts of money can be won or lost, the latter more frequently than the former. It also presented the perfect front for his 'side business', as people are much less willing to liberate human chattel if they thought that it was the slaves' fault in the first place for gambling. Human nature can be so perverse.

"No! No! I still have more money!" shouted a poor, middle-aged man as a pair of thick-muscled enforcers took him away from a cockfighting ring. He wouldn't be valuable enough to be forced into servitude, but the people who ran the casino for Myst had already looked him out; the man had two children, too young for Myst's...activities, but not too young to be smuggled and sold out of the country to be sold for a high sum; Lugnica, by forbidding slavery, just made its citizens 'forbidden fruit' to the countries that allowed it...

This was how Myst made his cash. This was how he acquired and sold new slaves. And because he owned it under a different name, receiving his payments from the facility as 'winnings' from bets he made by letter (yes, the factory offered such services), it would take a few days investigation for him to be found out, and by then, he would have escaped via secret routes from his second mansion at Lugnica City's outskirts.

@Lucius Cypher@Seirei no Hai@Zelosse@liferusher@Sir Lurksalot@Letter Bee @FamishedPants@ZekariVoblis@Noodles@6slyboy6@Delta44@FelixArgyle

Grian Rothfell_

@Delta44

Grian woke up to the sound of his own snoring. He was covered in many layers of sheets and pillows, making his awakening an unpleasant one. For a second his dreams mixed with reality, and moving his arms responded to the same effect as commanding a platoon of troops to attack. As such his hand flung upwards knocking all the pillows out of his way, and leaving a huge cloud of feathers and a general mess. The white cloud slowly descended on hisf ace as he got his bearings. He looked around the room, and reassured himself that he was indeed back at home. The painstaking headache only kicked in when he tried sitting up in the bed for the first time. Grian frowned and buried his face in his palm. He let out a breath of air and the smell of alcohol hit him. He tried to remember what happened the last night, but every time he tried to go further than waking up just, now his head begin aching unberably. He carefully moved himself to the side of the bed and slipped into his boots he wore at home. He tried his strenght before standing up, but his legs felt kinda weak. Thought he didn't feel likw walking, Grian slowly made his way to his door, reinforcing his desire to do something with every step.

He opened the door into the hallway and stepped out onto the carpet. The air was cold and fresh, and only a small amount of light came in through the windows. Through the dimly lit hallway Grian made his way to the bathroom. He washed his face from the bowl of water that was already prepared, and examined his own face. Circles grew under his eyes and he looked like he was through his worst day ever. He pretty much felt like it too. His head was about to explode and he felt really shaky as he stood on his legs. There was always the optionto walk on four legs, but that seemed way too barbaric. Plus *that* could always happen to him. A chill went down Grian's spine as the thought about things he wish he could forget. He quickly finished cleaning himself, and left the bathroom in a slightly less terrible state. He wa slowly approached the steps leading down to the dining hall, and he began recollecting his memories. Now that his head stopped aching somehow, he could start focusing better. First, he got the salary and bumped into a girl at the market. Her name was.... it was something for sure, but he couldn't remember. Then a guard captain approached who took em both to the Iron Bells HQ. Maria Von sumthin fancy.

His thoughts were interrupted by the dangerously close stairway. Normally its a walk you don't even need to worry about as you climb or descend the marble stairs. But in his hungover form, it seemed like miles of never ending staircase to Grian. He let out a small grunting nosie as he made the first step. He almost lost his balance, and quickly grabbed onto the railing. His legs were shaking so much that they felt more like spaghetti than anything else. He made the second step more carefulyl this time, making sure he was standing firm. After succeeding on keeping his balance, Grian decided to recollect more of the last day's happenings with each step. He was interviewed in the Iron Bell HQ, and then the thief guy came in. Oh yes, he remembered that brat. His legs started aching as he took the enxt step, perhaps because he thought about running. He then messed up the HQ.

He slowly reached the end of the stairway by the time he remembered most of his until he left the barracks. He stopped to look at the dining table in the room. There was a single plate with breakfast on it, and a glass of water. Grian sighed as he walked his way over to the empty seat. The meal was composed of egg omlettes some meat and onions. Grian's stomach rumbled as he looked at the meal, and he didn't stop to look at the meal for long.

Once he finsihed he leaned back on his chair, feeling much better than before. Then, and old man walked into the room. "Good morning Mr Grian. Did you find the meal to your liking?" Grian looked over to where the voice was coming from, and noticed his butler, Barkley.

"Yes Barkley, the meal was delicious as always." Grian stood up, and walked to the butler. "Barkley I may need your help recollecting the events of yesterday. Were you here when I arrived?"

The butler thinked for a second or two and then replied. "I am afraid not sir. It was past sunrise when the you arrived, so I was in my own section of the mansion." Grian nodded to the man, and then left through the same room the butler came in from. He entered a large study of sorts, combined with a large number of bookshelss that acted as the library too. Part of it at least. In one corner stood a singular mahagony desk, fille with papers and writing utensils that were sorted in a neat order. Above the desk hung a large picture of a gentleman dressed in an elegant suit, holding a fencing sword. On both sides were large windows on the walls, and two doors led out of the room. Grian slumped down into the large chair that was behind the desk, and finally pieced together the remaining of the day.

He went to the abr with some of the guards, and spent a small sum of his reward money. It was still enough to get him enough drinks to make him drunk, though he wasn't that easy to get drunk given his large stature. Thank god he wasn't so hard to manage when drunk. He tended to think more clearly, alcohol stimulising his brain and opening him up for a conversation. He also tended to forget things and make sudden decisions when he was drunk. One of this was when he went to sell his info. Complete info could've gotten him more money. A lot more. He then remembered walking through the slums to get home when he... he met a penguin? His head began aching gently again as he tried to recall more, so he gave up trying, and frowned instead.

He sat there for some time reading a book, but when he looked back he was sure that the room looked a lot righter than when he came in. He put down the book and listened to the silence. It was a calm morning, and he was only guessing how little he slept since he came back home. His eyes and head definetly told him not a lot, but the missing memeroies stopped him from making any guesses. Then out of nowhere, breaking the silence came a sound of a girl, through the door of the dining hall.

Grian walked out into the dining hall to see who was calling for him. At the end of the hallway stood a girl, with long blue hair and a confused face. Then memories started flooding Grian's memory. The fight that took palce, Kurokono, the slums on fire and then coming home with Emile. He wasn't ready to take all of this in, and he fell on his knees as the events of yesterday flashed into his memory. He grunted painfully and held his head with his hands, clearly in pain from the serious headache.

Myst wasn't happy with her giving that answer, she felt the clothes being cutting and slowly dropping from her body onto the ground below. Hamaguchi had a terrified expression on her face a soft whelping came from her throat. She was squirming to get herself loose from the torture device but to no avail was there anything she could do.



This was her only pair of clothes and it was getting cut to pieces by this filthy man. She was hanging there from the torture device with only her underwear made from old rags. Tears fell from her eyes as the man stared at her again asking it her one more time.



Hamaguchi was struggling as hard as she could leaving marks of rope on her body as she shaved against it. She quietly snickered as she spoke.



After saying that Avery was a little snot he got her back with how short she actually was. He was even stating she was shorter then someone called Eri that she didn't really know but whatever! She wasn't gonna take this in any possible form or way she was outrageous at him right now. Aya tiled her head forward slightly showing and gritting her teeth as he went on.

He was speaking about how he couldn't move aside for her own safety again, she was so done with this. Either this girl should come now or she will find a way to get through to him and get away from this place. How can they be so irresponsible to keep a girl in here against her will.

Aya balled up both her fist trying to hold herself for a moment longer but she didn't feel the self control any longer. Her hand swished out for Avery his long hair immediately trying to pull it towards her as the other hand lashed out towards his nose. Her nails were pressing into her skin letting blood seep out of the small wounds on her palm. She was seriously mad and let is show in her voice too, she was yelling at him with no temper left in her voice anymore.





Almost out of nowhere Kondo placed down his newspaper and stood up from the table with the many guest from yesterday evening. He chugged down his mug of beer while he was standing and placed it on the table on top of the newspaper as he stepped away from his stool and casted a glance at the big giant.



Kondo stepped over towards his girlfriend for a moment and gave her a pat on the head ruffling her hair out of control while giving a kiss on the forehead. He gave her a calming smile before speaking.



Kondo was treating Yoshinobu like some little girl in front of all the guest, Yoshinobu replied back with a sweet smile and a nod of the head as Kondo stepped towards the back of the store for a moment. He had placed a small dagger on the side of his hip and made sure he had his money close by. He strode back towards Kyojin again giving his pal a pat on the side or back while moving along towards the front of the store.



Kondo gave a short nod and gave his girlfriend a short wave while walking out of the store.



After last night Tani had taken some major damage by the big ogre. She was punched head on, on the head. Her face had taken a slight deformation being a little flatter and carved in than usual. Presumably her skull had been broken by the ogre yet she did not remember any of it. What she did remember was that up till a certain point Malakaus was fighting against the masked fellow and that he was gone short after. Tani did not remember where he went but assumed he went for healing too.

Her knights and the Iron bells had said that she was out of control trying to kill everybody. It was unforgivable that is why today she went out to apologise to anyone involved. A list of names and drawing had been given to let her recognise the unknown passersby that presumably got hurt. Before her aplogising trip she got healed once more to make up any more damage that had been caused. One of her eyes had been wrapped tightly since it had taken a lot more damage than the other did. Her personal healer had done a fantastic job already but needed some rest before tending her again which she didn't mind all that much.

Like usual Tani had set out with her crew of knights that were suppose to watch her carefully from today on. If she made any kind of weird movement or twitch they were suppose to put her down so that she couldn't start yet another masquerade. Tani trusted them to the heart so she didn't mind all that much.

First one to approach was her good colleague Maria from the Iron bells. Maria happened to be just outside of the Iron bell headquarters like Tani had expected her to be, or at least near or in it. She was with some kind of blonde haired girl that looked very timid and ordinary. A little bit the same like yesterday, all those guests of her were a little ordinary in their own way.



Tani lowered herself and got down on her knees in front of Maria in her heavy armor to deeply apologize. After about 10 seconds she stood back up again and glanced shortly at the girl and back at Maria.



Tani rose up a poster to Maria that one of her knights gave to her.





Shiina was slowly moving after Maria who had quite a pace so to say. She doubted that she would hold up with Maria all the way there. Shiina already had a somewhat tired look on her face only by walking through the iron bell headquarters.

Shiina caught up with Maria a little to ask her a little something. It had been bothering her a little but from reading those old books she came to know about the concept called magic, it made her quite curious since it was unlike her own world. Most of the things from this world sounded about the same, she doubted they landed in a earlier time period of the earth but rather in a whole different universe with dragons and magic.



After a short while they felt the sharp sun pierce down on them, it was already quite hot like they were in a dessert of some sort. Shiina gave a tired sigh but still kept up with sulking after Maria. After only barely leaving the iron bell gate they were already confronted. Shiina took a step to the side to stand behind Maria with a bit of a scared look. These knights were quite scary she thought. They had swords and the likes just like yesterday where she almost got stabbed by.





On this hot warm day not everyone was as happy and jolly as these two. They were waddling through the busy market street clinging to each other as if they would lose each other if they let go. Their tears fell to the ground disappearing in a matter of seconds by the heat of the stones. Soft quiet weeps came out of their small little bodies as they kept huddling forward. It was hard to navigate through the crowd and in fact they didn't even know where they were going at all. They were mindlessly strolling through the street trying to look for their sister. Calling out to her wasn't even an option anymore since their throats were dry as desert and their voices gone from the yelling they had already done for the past night.





When they finally came to a somewhat more open area close to the tavern the smallest sister couldn't hold on any longer, she fell to her knees trying to hold on to her sister. Eli abruptly stopped and looked back at her fallen sister. She immediately grabbed both her hands and held her up.



Emi her stomach grumbled as her sister tried getting her up again.

Alexander Sky

While waiting for Kurokono to reply, Alexander saw a glow out of the corner of his eye; blue and faint and not blinding, in fact, the light was soft and comfortable. He would then say to the 'Ronin':

"Hold on a bit, I'll be right back. I hope I'm not being rude," the boy was aware that he was. Nevertheless, this time, he knew that it was at least because someone needed help; one of the blue glows was closer to the ground than normal; did the person emitting it fall down?

Taking his rucksack (after all, caution must be exercised) and running outside past Sean, Blanc, and Atisha, the boy saw the two latent Magi, nekomimi whose facial resemblance to each other implied a familial connection - perhaps sisters? Walking towards them so as not to alarm the two obviously starved and scared people, Alexander would extend a hand to help Eli, saying:

"It's all right, I'm here to help." He would then, if they allowed, guide the two to the tavern, where he would sit them near his own table, giving them a share of his own food and water, again, if they were willing.

Nevertheless, whether they stayed outside the tavern or entered the building, Alexander would then ask:

"You two look like you're in some trouble. Mind telling me what happened?"

@Lucius Cypher@Seirei no Hai@Zelosse@liferusher@Sir Lurksalot@Letter Bee@ZekariVoblis@Noodles

Myst Neumann

"He fought Nick?" Myst asked, his curiosity piqued and warring with his...desires. "Tell me, tell me about the fight - you must have seen that fight!" His blunted knife was still at the hem of Hamaguchi's chest wrap, but it was held more weakly than before.

Then, one of his mercenaries ran in, bearing an urgent message. Myst was annoyed by the interruption, but still had enough pragmatism to respect the bearers of news, good and bad. He would ask:

"What is it? And let's go to a place the girl won't overhear." He would then withdraw the knife, and, as a nod to caution, would draw some sleeping powder, conjure a globe of water, mix the powder into the globe, turning it transparent and cloudy, and then force-feed it to Hamaguchi; he didn't know she had Water Magic as well, and so can counteract the effects of the drug...

Then, he would go to a seperate room with the mercenary, and wait for the messenger to say something.

"The casino!" the merc finally said. "A rival crime family is trying to bribe our frontman to defect! They don't know about our 'side business' yet, but if the frontman yields, it can mean the end of everything!"

"I see," Myst said. "This is something that would require a personal meeting to stiffen his resolve. But begin scouting out new frontmen anyway..."

@liferusher

It was unexpected. Surprisingly, but not unwantedly so, Tani had arrived nearing the Iron Bell with a request.

“D-Don’t worry,” Maria said, waving her hands frantically at the other’s apology. “It was my own weakness that I had let good men die. As a Commander, I was sworn to protecting these men, but I had simply let them fall victim to the will of a madman. We were bested by two people, but there was no way they were normal. That sword … you touched it too. When I touched it, I felt the sins of the world upon my back. I would have gone insane if the world had not blessed me so with my “skills”. If anything I should be apologizing to you. You got hurt from me not being able to protect you.”

Tani’s appearance seemed a bit more … rugged … to say the least. Though Maria would definitely call her friend to be pretty, her current state definitely needed a bit more to be desired. Of course, Maia was lucky to only escape with her health and life. Though touching that monster’s .... sword.

No.

That “thing” is too evil to be a sword. Maria had touched the weapon, and felt a trillion curses before her, begging her to commit atrocities. Without the effect of her blessings, surely the Knightess would have been consumed by the sword’s will. But strong did Maria stay in the face of adversity. Though did she fall, it was not of her own volition to do so. If it were up to her, she would have kept onto the weapon at the cost to herself.

She knew why Tani had fallen victim to it’s seductive embrace and could not fault the young lady for anything that had occurred that night. It had been her own weakness that had led to the death good men and women alike. It was her own fault he had been killed by the sword and its twisted Master. Or perhaps the sword was the “master” and the person was a twisted thrall?

“And about that beast … I cannot say I recognize it. A foul Demon Beast from the looks of it. What are the guards doing about it? If it is harming the citizens and caravaneers of this land, I would wish to see this beast stopped at once.”

It was then that Shiina asked Maria a simple question, but one that confused her a tad bit that she seemed almost in disbelief that someone would ask such a simple sentence.

“You know not about magic? I suppose my knowledge is only limited. I do know some famous sorceress, but I have to say her personality isn’t the most … inviting. D-Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death. She is like an older sister to me, but I guess to some she is more of a demon than a woman. That being said, I think I can borrow some texts from the library if you wish to learn more, but I am not sure how much you can truly learn through books alone.”

A grunt sounds out from nearby, and it doesn't take Emile too long to locate the source. Having avoided contact with the butler of the mansion Emile was free to roam about the hall, though again she needn't roam far, as the subsequent study which connected to the hall bore fruit to the source of the noise: Grian. He was on his knees, clutching the sides of his head in agony. Emile was horrified.

"G-Grian...? You don't look well at all!" Spoke Emile, stating the obvious. She was in a bit of a fret as to what to do. She wasn't very good at dealing with stressful situations. "O-oh, uhh, sh-shall I get you a glass of water? Can you stand? G-Grian...?" She speaks in a gentle tone to try not to make his headache worse. Even as she begins to shake and sweat, Grian's health was her priority. Unfortunately she didn't have a spell capable of healing headaches, and silently curses her inability to properly manifest better yang spells. Getting on her hands and knees to be on his level, Emile looks up at the bigger man with a gentle expression. "W-would you like me to make you lighter, so I can p-put you down on a chair...?" She didn't mean to rapid-fire questions at him, but Emile was genuinely worried for Grian's sake. After all, he was the one who took her in and gave her a place to stay, even though she didn't know who she was entirely. It would be the least she could do.

For any other knight, a face full of fire would be something they should be worried about. Magic has always been rightfully feared and venerated for it's power. It's why people like Vesta and her family are part of the nobility and known. But for Malakaus, magic was just a tool, and those who rely so much on it are fools. Malakaus didn't bother to dodge Zin's breath of fire, nor did he falter when he was blasted with it. At this range he couldn't really afford too anyways. No, instead when Zin blasted him with fire, he merely angled his head downward for the flames to heat up the crown of his helmet instead. Unlike some knights who made their glory with weapons, Malakaus used his armor. The Mad Man's Plate was no stranger to great immolation, and even if yesterday's bout with the mysterious madman managed to melt the armor, it required a very powerful spell and it still allowed Malakaus to survive the attack. Zin's fire breath wasn't any better.

When Zin detached herself from Vesta, Malakaus stood between the two and drew his axe. "There will not be a next time, you delusional slattern. You not only assaulted Vesta Celestia, heir of the noble house of Celestia, but also attack and threaten a knight of Lugnica. I have no patience for pitiful grudges. You can either vow to reform yourself here and now, or we can fight to the death as you so desire." Nothing in Malakaus's tone suggested that this was a threat or a joke. As Zin had pretty much attacked him with her fire breath as he was trying to get her off Vesta, she had signed her own warrant of arrest. And Malakaus being the knight he is, does not keep prisoners, but executes them. Only if Zin promises to change her act would he consider her no longer a threat to consider, but in the great likelihood that Zin simply attacks or refuses, Malakaus was more than ready to battle her.

@Spriggs27@Lunarlors34@Claw2k11

@6slyboy6

Now, the assignment for this day was over. It was by then, that Reinhardt started his journey to the market.
The past days were very chaotic and quite frankly, Reinhardt was sick of hearing these news. When the fight at the market happened
he was nowhere nearby as he was off duty that day and did not visit the market at all. Obviously he deeply regrets that decision, because otherwise he might have been able to help. Hell, he would definetly have been able to help. Today seems like it would become better though, despite the fact that the day started quite roughly for the old man. He stood up quite early in the morning, as he always does. Quickly picking up and putting on his uniform as a Royal Guard was almost routine by now, although his membership of the guards wasn´t too long yet. When Reinhardt looked into the mirror, he could only see himself as a confident, muscular man. Quite intimidating to anyone who was no good fighter. He really grew to like his new uniform. The white coat with its rather large collar did look quite impressive after all. It showed his status, though that was nothing of his concern.
Once he reached the headquarters for his briefing, he had heard stories of an attempted robbery and the fight at the market. Those news really upset Reinhardt, he was not able to do a thing. However his mood lightened up slightly after hearing today´s mission: Looking over the market to make sure nothing else happens there. This would normally not be a duty for someone like Reinhardt, but today they would rather send a stronger guard to take care of the situation. A simple,
"Yes, Sir!", was Reinhardt´s reply to the mission. Without any hesitation, he made himself on his way.

When he would finally reach the market, it was already quite packed with people. Despite the incident yesterday, there doesn´t seem to be too much concern within the public eye. However, saying that everything was normal would be a lie.
The huge old man simply walked down the streets, his giant hammer always on his back. There were days where he would not take it with him, but this day he felt he needed this extra bit of weaponry he had to offer.
Some attention was drawn to him, due to his figure and uniform but it was clear that he was no threat to anyone who had no bad intentions.
It really took him a while, but finally Reinhardt spotted someone who seemed odd. Reinhardt did not want to prejudice anyone, but there was a man whose uncommon outfit made him somewhat suspicious. On top of that, with all the experience Reinhardt had, he could feel that this person was not a commoner. He was a strong fighter. This hooded man wore robes and had a staff on his back. On top of that, he was blindfolded with what seemed to be some sort of bandages. Despite this, Reinhardt wanted to judge for himself whether he had hostile intentions or not. Which is why, the big guy just walked right in front of the monk-like figure to cut off his path.
"Greetings, friend. You don´t seem to be from here? Would you mind to share your reason for being here in our wonderful capital?"
Reinhardt spoke in a friendly yet stern tone, looking down upon him because of his size. Yet, he had quite the friendly smile on his face and his one still functioning eye was focused on the mysterious man.

As Malakaus tried to pry off the dragon off Vesta, he quickly noticed that the dragon assaulted, or rather spit fire towards his fellow orc, causing things tense up. Sure, his fellow orc had been able to avoid any damage to himself, but even someone like him knew what it meant to attack a knight of the kingdom, plus, she could also have been charged with assault on Vesta, so things were not looking good for the dragon woman if she continued. And as if to make his fears come true, Malkaus had set quite some hard to accept terms, considering that he was speaking to a dragon, a creature most known for being prideful, asking it to reform would damage it's pride... which usually meant that a fight was on.

"Sir Malakaus, lady dragon, please, let's all calm down here." Orgros spoke, hoping to defuse the situation before an all out fight would break out between the two."I presume you have not come here to fight and instead, you have come here to discuss." he said, placing a hand on the orc's shoulder, hoping to at least calm him down just a bit. "While what the dragon did was wrong, this was a training bout between Lady Vesta and her and you interfered in it, which justified her attack towards you... in a way." he spoke, turning his head towards the dragon, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

"As for you, dragon, I don't know what rules you follow, but when you go into another society, you are expected to follow it's rules and the groping, the threats and the actual fire breath upon the knight are all against the rules." he said, taking a short pause before speaking again. [color=a0410d]"The latter of which could get you executed, I would apologize if you do not wish to suffer said fate!" he spoke, adding just a few more words in a more threatening tone. "And if you continue your attack, then I'm afraid that you will fight against me as well!"

With those words, he lastly turned towards Vesta and spoke in a apologetic tone. "I am truly sorry for what has happened, my lady and I would like to apologize beforehand in case another fight starts" With those last words, he turned his head yet again towards the dragon, ready to use his divine protection, should the dragon prove hostile and continue hostilities.

Vesta Celestia and Avery Ackbar Celestia

Vivi was quickly by her sisters side as Malakus and Orgus started to talk with Zin. Or rather in Malakus's case, threaten the dragon woman. Vesta simply re zipped up her vest and took a few calming breaths to rid herself of her bright red face. She needed to seriously reconsider letting this woman into hr service, all she was going was embarrassing her.
Then again Avery was no better sometimes....
"I'm afraid I must intervene Lord Firebelly, Mr Orgus." Vivi stood up now from her sister's side and quickly placed herself between the two orcs and Zin.
"As Mr Orgus stated you interfered with their bout so it's understandable why she retaliated. Not only that but from my understanding this woman is one of my sister's retainers. If you continue with such hostility towards her on our manor I'm afraid I'll have to-"
"Enough!" Vivi seemed startled slightly by her sisters angry tone, blinking a couple of times and taking half a step back as a result. She went to responded but as Vesta now stood she signalled to her sister to be quiet, which the younger sibling obliged with without much of an argument.
"Mr Firebelly I do apologize for my sister's actions and words, as well as the actions and words of Ms Parrallex. As my sister says she is in my service and as such any of her actions reflect upon of me. I will take the responsibility for her attack on you as I was the one who agreed to this bout. Punish me if you would like. However I must state that if either you, Ms Parrallex or Mr Orgus wish to take this matter further I will have to answer in kind. This is the Celestia Manor and I will not tolerate such nonsense from continuing any further." Vesta said calmly as she walked past them and towards Vivi with a patient looking Shiro on her shoulders.
The spirit had no idea what was happening but it seemed the air was pretty tension filled here!
"As for you Ms Parrallex....I'll have Avery tend to your wounds. Once you're healed we can recommence the bout if you wish. But first I want you to apologize to Mr Firebelly as well and if you attack a knight again I'll have to rethink having you in my service. I can only tolerate troublemakers if they be more useful than the trouble they cause." Vesta allowed the rock armor she was still wearing to fall apart as she talked with an overly calm tone.
She had gotten to the point of being so angry all she could do was feel calm. It was a strange feeling indeed.

Avery groaned internally at Aya's words. Why? Why was she so childish? Well not that Avery was one to talk...but this could prove to be a pain if she talked with Vesta. Vesta wouldn't tolerate any disrespect....and Aya didn't seem like she would treat anyone with much respect, if any at all. It was a surefire way to be killed in this world. Another reason why Avery wasn't going to just let her leave now.
Looking towards Dante for some level of support he quickly turned his attention back to Aya before moving his head slightly, his gaze moving as if distracted by something else. Shiro had just contacted him via their telepathic link.
She had found Vesta. The training grounds? Trouble? Oh dear.
"...It would seem that Lady Vesta is a tad preoccupied. How about a walk about instead to kill some time? I can give you a grand tour of the mansion. Then once you're done talking with milady then if you so wish you may leave." Avery suggested as he didn't bother making a response to Aya's childish insult. They would get nowhere that way, and who knows she might prefer to stay here...It would certainly be better than going back out there.
He didn't seem all that bothered by Aya pulling at his hair and had deflected the blow meant for his nose while also smacking her on the wrist holding his hair with his staff, gently so as to not hurt her too much but hard enough to encourage her to let go. This was seriously childish and reflected poorly on the girl before him.
All she was doing was reinforcing his point about not trusting her outside. Avery could kill her right now if he so chose to, but what would be the point of that?

*Double post*