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Hero
The Heroes Monument was the broad sort of monument, not specifying any names or depicting anyone specific. It was a 'good job, champ' to those who had bravely fought for good over the years, but ultimately carried no real meaning due to how unspecific it was in its praise. A statue of an armoured knight, stone blade impaled in the ground before him and vigilantly looking out to the horizon.
"I do believe this is all accounted for, minus two of course."
Said a haughty voice from the other side of the monument, the owner making herself evident a moment later. Elise stood before the other three, hands folded behind her back. The blonde had the eyes of a viper, doing a poor job of hiding the potentially lethal nature of the girl. She appraised each of them, letting out a contemplative hum. In her mind, she attempted to place the three in terms of potential threat - with Sharon being placed near the top with a note of 'ambiguous'. She was the one who called them together after all, and she would be a fool to not take some mental precautions - just in case.
"Do complete your introductions. I will wait." And that she did, a light smile tugging at the end of her lips. It's not a nice look on her with those eyes, in fact its downright intimidating.
The Heroes Monument was the broad sort of monument, not specifying any names or depicting anyone specific. It was a 'good job, champ' to those who had bravely fought for good over the years, but ultimately carried no real meaning due to how unspecific it was in its praise. A statue of an armoured knight, stone blade impaled in the ground before him and vigilantly looking out to the horizon.
"I do believe this is all accounted for, minus two of course."
Said a haughty voice from the other side of the monument, the owner making herself evident a moment later. Elise stood before the other three, hands folded behind her back. The blonde had the eyes of a viper, doing a poor job of hiding the potentially lethal nature of the girl. She appraised each of them, letting out a contemplative hum. In her mind, she attempted to place the three in terms of potential threat - with Sharon being placed near the top with a note of 'ambiguous'. She was the one who called them together after all, and she would be a fool to not take some mental precautions - just in case.
"Do complete your introductions. I will wait." And that she did, a light smile tugging at the end of her lips. It's not a nice look on her with those eyes, in fact its downright intimidating.
Market District
Five bronze? Not bad, especially for an exotic fruit. If that was the case, she could see herself coming back here another day. She raised her brows in pleasant surprise, picking out the five coins from among the money in her palm and holding them out to Mizuko. "So I get to brag that I was your first customer in Karstberg when you're a renown merchant? Good to know." She teased.
Her next words were cut off when a certain paladin decided to make her graceful entrance, watching the amusing scene unfold in a sort of slow motion as the girl tripped over the table and onto the other side. Irishtu was not a cruel lady, not by a long shot, but that was comedy. Her faint smile broke out into a wide smirk, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back a snort of laughter unbecoming of a Lady such as herself - it'd also break her act. She didn't say anything, in fear of letting loose the laughter.
That cheered her up.
Five bronze? Not bad, especially for an exotic fruit. If that was the case, she could see herself coming back here another day. She raised her brows in pleasant surprise, picking out the five coins from among the money in her palm and holding them out to Mizuko. "So I get to brag that I was your first customer in Karstberg when you're a renown merchant? Good to know." She teased.
Her next words were cut off when a certain paladin decided to make her graceful entrance, watching the amusing scene unfold in a sort of slow motion as the girl tripped over the table and onto the other side. Irishtu was not a cruel lady, not by a long shot, but that was comedy. Her faint smile broke out into a wide smirk, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back a snort of laughter unbecoming of a Lady such as herself - it'd also break her act. She didn't say anything, in fear of letting loose the laughter.
That cheered her up.
Karakura Town
Martha sucked on her teeth, relaxing her colossal bowstring and dissipating the spear of Reishi which she hadn't been able to fire. So much for taking down that Hollow. The moment the final bell of school went, she'd gone to look for something to shoot. Even now, three years since she took residence in Karakura town, she hated going to school. Sitting in one place learning about things she could get from a book in her own time wasn't exactly conductive to her, so she thought at least. But that wasn't the point of going to school. It was normal - made a good part of a normal persona.
Her search did not take long, much to Martha's relief. One of the monsters had emerged from whatever hellhole they come from, immediately going about doing what Hollows did; look for food. Martha wasn't the kind of person or Quincy to rush in, Spirit Weapon blazing, so she watched and observed just out of sight. She took in small things like how it moved, the shape of its mask, the distance between its feet and the amount of force applied on the ground with each step - those were the things which were surprisingly helpful if a hunt turned bad.
Once content with her observations she set herself up, forming her giant Spirit Bow and waiting for the creature to pass from her ad hoc 'sniping roost'. The good thing about being in a town like this was the amount of elevated places she could work from - no one ever looked up, after all. With her mind set and her weapon ready, she waited for the creature to find something to eat.
As it turns out it was in the mood for school girl. Watching one of her fellow Karakura High students get hit by a car did not exactly make her comfortable, but if her time in Waldes Heer had taught her anything it was that people die, herself included. That's why they had lived hard and fast, hunting some of the most dangerous creatures on Earth for the thrill and honor.
Then that guy showed up and had to spill her cheerios everywhere. He wasn't a Shinigami, that's for sure. Shinigami don't a) go shopping b) dress like people, and c) leave spirits behind without a Konso. So not only had her quarry been stolen, it had been stolen by a guy who was not even a complete Shinigami. Now she was just left with the spirit of a girl who she had essentially enabled the death of. Frustrating.
It wasn't guilt which compelled her to use Hirenkyaku and approach the spirit of Uzami, but rather a sense of responsibility. A blur of speed later, she found herself next to the bench where the girl had been left. It was probably entirely overwhelming for the poor girl, being killed, nearly eaten, then saved and then having someone in the same school uniform as you appear from seemingly nowhere. It wouldn't be unlikely that the girl was at least aware of who Martha was - it wasn't every day transfer students from Europe showed up, let alone ones with gnarly scars on one side of their face.
"Hello." He greeting was simple and formal in tone, formal being the only type of tone she was taught to speak Japanese in. "You appear to be dead." Her sharp eyes drifted to the chain dangling from the girls chest. "Moving is ill advised, wait here for someone to come and find you. You will know who."
Martha sucked on her teeth, relaxing her colossal bowstring and dissipating the spear of Reishi which she hadn't been able to fire. So much for taking down that Hollow. The moment the final bell of school went, she'd gone to look for something to shoot. Even now, three years since she took residence in Karakura town, she hated going to school. Sitting in one place learning about things she could get from a book in her own time wasn't exactly conductive to her, so she thought at least. But that wasn't the point of going to school. It was normal - made a good part of a normal persona.
Her search did not take long, much to Martha's relief. One of the monsters had emerged from whatever hellhole they come from, immediately going about doing what Hollows did; look for food. Martha wasn't the kind of person or Quincy to rush in, Spirit Weapon blazing, so she watched and observed just out of sight. She took in small things like how it moved, the shape of its mask, the distance between its feet and the amount of force applied on the ground with each step - those were the things which were surprisingly helpful if a hunt turned bad.
Once content with her observations she set herself up, forming her giant Spirit Bow and waiting for the creature to pass from her ad hoc 'sniping roost'. The good thing about being in a town like this was the amount of elevated places she could work from - no one ever looked up, after all. With her mind set and her weapon ready, she waited for the creature to find something to eat.
As it turns out it was in the mood for school girl. Watching one of her fellow Karakura High students get hit by a car did not exactly make her comfortable, but if her time in Waldes Heer had taught her anything it was that people die, herself included. That's why they had lived hard and fast, hunting some of the most dangerous creatures on Earth for the thrill and honor.
Then that guy showed up and had to spill her cheerios everywhere. He wasn't a Shinigami, that's for sure. Shinigami don't a) go shopping b) dress like people, and c) leave spirits behind without a Konso. So not only had her quarry been stolen, it had been stolen by a guy who was not even a complete Shinigami. Now she was just left with the spirit of a girl who she had essentially enabled the death of. Frustrating.
It wasn't guilt which compelled her to use Hirenkyaku and approach the spirit of Uzami, but rather a sense of responsibility. A blur of speed later, she found herself next to the bench where the girl had been left. It was probably entirely overwhelming for the poor girl, being killed, nearly eaten, then saved and then having someone in the same school uniform as you appear from seemingly nowhere. It wouldn't be unlikely that the girl was at least aware of who Martha was - it wasn't every day transfer students from Europe showed up, let alone ones with gnarly scars on one side of their face.
"Hello." He greeting was simple and formal in tone, formal being the only type of tone she was taught to speak Japanese in. "You appear to be dead." Her sharp eyes drifted to the chain dangling from the girls chest. "Moving is ill advised, wait here for someone to come and find you. You will know who."
Done. And it's no problem, I enjoy working with GMs to get the most out of a character and RP.
Changed! That was my bad, didn't think that through enough. Breadth of languages was intended to be part of his skillset, but I sort of forgot to put it in alongside the written part. I figured that command of spoken languages as well as written would be useful for someone who creates items with lengthy rituals with heavy vocal elements. His actual reasoning may not be the whole truth, but it's the story he sticks to anyway.
Makes perfect sense, don't worry about it. Thanks for the rundown.
I'd like that! Glad it's all okay.
Market District
This encounter was a curiosity to Irishtu. She had read of the squid Beastkin but seeing one in person was something she certainly didn't expect any time soon. Maybe in one of the smaller settlements on the boarders of Almara, but not in Karstberg - yet here she was, about to buy fruit from one. Irishtu leaned forward, eyes follow as each fruit is placed in front of her, drawn to the rounded Iyokan. She drew out a few coins from her pocket with a jingle of loose change, giving Mizuko another nod.
"Can't say I could not use more success." Irishtu mused, bringing her hand to rub her chin. "I'll take one." She declared. She was trying to be adventurous with her tastes, sure, but she wanted to go with the safe bet. It looked a lot like a normal orange with a few differences, so it couldn't be that bad. She looked up from the fruits and back to the merchant girl, tilting her head.
"How has business been for you in Karstberg? I believe you're the first of your species I've seen in this city." She asked, standing up right once more. She held the air of a noblewoman and an academic rather clearly, her light brown eyes containing a sharp analytical glint to them that could not be hidden behind her frames. "Not too surprising, that. Akitsushima is goodness knows how far."
This encounter was a curiosity to Irishtu. She had read of the squid Beastkin but seeing one in person was something she certainly didn't expect any time soon. Maybe in one of the smaller settlements on the boarders of Almara, but not in Karstberg - yet here she was, about to buy fruit from one. Irishtu leaned forward, eyes follow as each fruit is placed in front of her, drawn to the rounded Iyokan. She drew out a few coins from her pocket with a jingle of loose change, giving Mizuko another nod.
"Can't say I could not use more success." Irishtu mused, bringing her hand to rub her chin. "I'll take one." She declared. She was trying to be adventurous with her tastes, sure, but she wanted to go with the safe bet. It looked a lot like a normal orange with a few differences, so it couldn't be that bad. She looked up from the fruits and back to the merchant girl, tilting her head.
"How has business been for you in Karstberg? I believe you're the first of your species I've seen in this city." She asked, standing up right once more. She held the air of a noblewoman and an academic rather clearly, her light brown eyes containing a sharp analytical glint to them that could not be hidden behind her frames. "Not too surprising, that. Akitsushima is goodness knows how far."
Stitches said
Do the heroes get an introduction, or?
We've got to decide what's actually happening with us, first. I suggested starting either with their first meeting at a monument of some sort, or we say they'd met a few days prior and already knew what they were doing. If we went with the latter, then we'd figure out what we're doing in the OOC then go from there.
I don't just want to force people along with whatever I post first.
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