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Chezka and Citrus present: A Soul Eater RP

Gotcha, makes sense. And haha, that interjection. I was wondering who you were shushing. XD
Did we need to iron other things out before we start?

Chezka and Citrus present: A Soul Eater RP

Sounds great! At what point in the semester are we starting? Since we're doing the point when they first meet, I'm assuming it'd be her first day.

Also, shall we post our CS here for quick reference?

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Aye, captain! :D

And once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long. I stalled us just when we were getting back into a nice pace. :< I've been nursing a pretty bad sprain since last week, and it's been a little tough to get focused. It's getting better now though, so I think I can finish it soon. :)

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Ahh, we didn't even get anywhere. D':

Lemme know if you ever restart this! I'm definitely still up for it.

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

I'm still here! I was debating whether I should post now or after the time skip.

I also don't mind Naemi doubling as scout, since it seems like there would be a lot of skills overlapping? But if anyone wants to join/make a new character, then they can have it.

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

- WIP -


Cyrill's eyes rolled on reflex, but the corners of his mouth tugged the slightest bit upward. Of course Phaylin would be excited like this. He took a moment to appreciate the view as well, although he didn't quite know how to draw energy from just the sight of it, like Phaylin had done. The splash that came after her ridiculously sappy sentiment almost didn't surprise him, but he did think about going over to check if she somehow hurt herself like an idiot. Luckily, her laugh was sign enough that she was unharmed and so he didn't need to bother.

"Sure," he said for the umpteenth time that day, even though he wasn't quite certain if all the physical stress he'd suffered through was worth all this. The bloodroot was a plus, he supposed, but if Phaylin had just wanted to enjoy a view, he could have easily rifled through his books and shown her images of waterfalls. Shrugging, Cyrill left her to play her heart out in the water and moved to settle under the cover of a nearby tree. The rabbit in his pack was calling out to his rumbling stomach, and he knew he wouldn't last any longer.

Cyrill set up a small campfire quickly with runes of his own, using them to set some twigs he collected on fire. It burned low but steadily, just the right heat to slow cook something. Runes were more Phaylin's forte, but he forced himself to learn little tricks that would help his brews. Scrunching his nose in disgust, he worked on plucking the remaining fur from the rabbit before grabbing his small knife and cutting it to pieces. For someone whose profession involved the use of various and increasingly disgusting animal parts, he was awfully squeamish with such things. But once again, that's the beauty of marketplaces, wasn't it?

He had only his vials for cookware, so he had to make do. Cyrill filled one of the vials with water and mixed in some coriander leave to purify them before boiling it. Then he quickly gathered some nearby leaves and added them to the water once he was certain it had been cleansed enough. He added the rabbit pieces last and let it boil for a while. The boiling mess of a stew would probably be the worst one he'd ever have, but hey, at least he wouldn't be hungry.

With a bit of time to spare before his meal was cooked, Cyrill meandered over to the edge to check on his friend. "How's your beautiful waterfall?" Cyrill asked dryly, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Bottled enough energy yet?"

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Yes yes, it'll be a lot more fun when they're all out of their comfort zones~

Also, I didn't realize just how many people are celebrating Thanksgiving with us this year (we have to pick up people at three different airports all in one day o.o), so I don't know when I'll have time to write in the next two days or so. I'll try to squeeze it in when I can, though!

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

There were two of them, both older and fair haired but right then and there, she noticed they were nothing alike. The one called Lennart had been the one she mimicked. He fiddled with his scarf in a way that reminded him of little Niina from her settlement. Shy and fidgety, she could never look people in the eye and she took to playing with the ends of her hair whenever she spoke. The other one hadn't introduced himself, and she'd long forgotten the names Suvi called out minutes ago, but something about him had hinted at experience. He addressed the two of them, in a whisper that would have easily been drowned out by the lively chatter in the canteen had it not been for her sharp hearing.

Naemi locked eyes with him and nodded in response before turning to Suvi, who had just updated them on the expedition's goings-on. Unfortunately, it turned out they would be staying in Keuruu for a couple of days; she had hoped to leave as soon as possible, lest her cat device a way to get them out of the job. She knew he hadn't been fond of the idea—he'd made it abundantly clear. Naemi looked down momentarily at Ilkimys, to check if he was hatching another scheme, but it seemed he was busy assessing her two so-called comrades. At least he was occupied for now.

Suvi proceeded to ask the three of them if they'd encountered the monsters of the silent world, and Naemi almost laughed at her ridiculous question, because who hasn't? But then she remembered she was no longer in isolated Kajaani, where Beasts and Trolls ran rampant, and that there were also people in Eno that had never seen a Beast in their whole life. They were fortunate. She wished she or her people could say the same thing, but unlike them, she had already lost count of how many she had encountered.

"Yes," she said as soon as Lennart finished speaking, nodding once.

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Keuruu, Finland. Day One.

Once again, the stupid one was attracting attention.

Ilkimys cast a judging glance at the girl, eyeing her ridiculous outfit with obvious distaste. She was wearing half of the clothes she'd pack all at once—pants over pants over wool pajama bottoms, a long-sleeved shirt under a short-sleeved one under a thick sweater, topped off with her fur trimmed coat. His idiot of a human slave was dressed like the world was frozen over when really, winter was only beginning. The humans of Keuruu kept giving her odd stares, just as the humans of Eno had when they first arrived there, filthy and worn from their trek from Kajaani, but this time they were more mocking than fearful. It irked him for some reason, even though he probably agreed with what they thought of her.

As usual, she was oblivious to the jeering behind her back. Ilkimys hissed at the humans that looked their way before he expertly sprang up on her pack and took his usual perch on her shoulder. He purred against her covered ear (he had a theory that her hearing was incredibly acute because she had little in the way of head obstructions) and pointed his paw at a random location. She'd been looking for that old Nordic Council lady for quite a while now, and he thought it would be amusing to mislead her for a little while. He wasn't all that excited to embark on this expedition, anyway, and it wouldn't be the end of the known world if they accidentally get left behind.


Naemi tilted her head up and sniffed the cold breeze, only to regret it seconds later when her teeth started clattering. Winter time was the absolute worst, and it was upon them early this year. She huffed childishly as she trudged through the snow, pressing her hands against her cheeks to warm them. It wasn't just because it was cold and her whole face stung and her boots kept sinking. No, snow actually dulled her senses; it covered everything in a sheet of white and masked the scents with the cool, crisp air. She had to exude twice as much effort when hunting.

"Ilki, are you sure you know here she is?"

Naemi had been following Ilki's directions for a while now, but it seemed he had been mistaken about the kind old woman's location. She had circled the civilian quarters three times now, and there were no signs of the woman at all. It wasn't until she was halfway across the dock that she heard a voice boom from all the over the canteen. The voice was far away, but she heard it loud and clear, and it was calling her name.

"See? I knew you were wrong this time!" she said, making a face at the cat perched on her shoulder. Ilki only rolled his eyes in response, and if he could only speak Human, he would have been muttering 'idiot' over and over again.

Naemi ran all the way to the canteen and grinned to herself when she spotted the familiar woman in the center of the room, speaking with another person. She approached the pair curiously. Was he one of the other two names she had yelled out? Naemi mimicked the way he introduced himself, assuming it was mandatory, even though she thought the woman already knew who they were.

"Naemi," she said, pointing at herself.

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

I feel like the Hell Hounds are at a strange sort of standstill because of the pacing. Maybe the remaining ones (I think we're down to 3?) can do a quick collab so we can get back on track? :<