Iris needs a new phone. So good luck everyone else!
I wrote the phone in there specifically for Iris XD
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I wrote the phone in there specifically for Iris XD
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Hello, I was just wondering if you had any room for one more person.
Applications are indeed open. Just post up a CS here if you would like to apply.
When Akitsugu mentioned his intention to gather wood from the forest, Myrravel perked up from her botanical musings, her attention caught by the prospect of forest exploration. But it was only after Brom volunteered to join him that she found her voice, her fingers immediately beginning to flip through her book's pages with renewed purpose.
"Oh! The forest? I could... that is, would you mind if I joined you both?" The words tumbled out before she could second-guess herself. "It's just, there are several plants in my book that typically grow in these kinds of forests, and if we're going out there anyway..." She stopped herself, cleared her throath and then added with more scholarly confidence, "I mean that I could help identify any useful herbs or materials while you gather wood. And maybe spot good vine sources for the well repairs!"
Niara's request about seeds pulled her attention momentarily, making her eyes light up with additional enthusiasm. "Seeds? Oh! Yes, I could definitely look for those while we're out there! The forest would be perfect for finding blackberries and elderberries, and I'm sure there are plenty of herbs that could thrive in this climate..."
The sudden sound of music cut through her expedition planning, making her jump slightly. Her ears pinked as a dramatic figure played on a vielle and walked towards the group. She noticed him take a turn straight towards her, and she clutched her book closer to her chest, caught between scholarly focus and social uncertainty.
"I, um, Myrravel," she managed, her voice quieter than when she'd been discussing plants. "Though most just call me Myrr." She glanced down at her book, then back up, adding with a touch of professional pride despite her embarrassment, "I'm an alchemist. And, um, currently hoping to catalog some local flora, actually..."
Well, looks like it'll be adventure for us, then, @Dragonydas? Perhaps join the logger on the quest for plant matter.
If you can protect Myrr xD She's not a fighter, but at least she will tell you if the plant you are about to step on is poisonous and how long you will have to live unless you decide to cut off your leg.
Theria
Location: Building 1: Ground floor, Reception
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Borkus->@Xaltwind, @CitrusArms, @LupusIntus
The Mischief Accord.
Theria scanned the emergency manual quickly, her heart sinking as she read the terms. The gremlins had been invited to take up residence in Umbra Rose decades ago. In exchange for their dwelling rights, they were to cause controlled mischief at random intervals, sparking a game among the residents. The agreement dictated that the gremlins could wreak havoc for a limited time, and residents were tasked with hunting them down. Prizes would be awarded based on how many gremlins were captured and delivered to the front desk.
She slammed the book shut, her snakes stirring restlessly on her head. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. “They turned chaos into a game.”
Theria walked to the intercom system, her fingers brushing against the ancient microphone. She pressed the button, the system crackling to life as her voice resonated throughout the building. Thankfully, it was working.
“Attention, residents of Umbra Rose,” she began, her tone professional despite her simmering frustration. “This is Theria. I need your attention for an important announcement regarding tonight’s... inconveniences.”
She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The disruptions you’ve experienced tonight are part of an old accord between Umbra Rose and its resident gremlins. As outlined in the Mischief Accord, these gremlins are permitted to cause random mischief, and it is your task to capture them. This is a sanctioned event, and prizes will be awarded based on the number of gremlins delivered to the front desk.”
The intercom crackled as she let the information sink in for a moment. “Here are the rules. Captured gremlins must be alive and unharmed. Bring any you can find to the front desk for counting. Once all the gremlins have been captured, or time is up, the resident with the most captures will receive the grand prize. There will be additional prizes for runners-up. The time limit is midnight. The grand prize today is a voucher for a free item from the outside world. A new appliance... a new couch... a new smartphone... You name it.”
Her voice steadied, becoming sharper. “I expect everyone to handle this responsibly. If you have questions, I’ll be at the front desk. Happy hunting.”
She could already hear the sounds of excitement bubbling up from the cafeteria. Chairs scraped, voices rose in laughter and challenge, and the building came alive with an electric energy. Residents, from harpies to goblins, were gearing up for the hunt.
Theria slank into her chest, steeling herself for what was bound to be a long and chaotic night. “Let the games begin,” she said under her breath, just as the first resident burst into the lobby, grinning and holding up a squirming, disgruntled gremlin.
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Borkus gave a small, apologetic bow to the two oriental ladies. "Thank ya kindly for understandin’,
" he said, stepping back from their table. "I’ll have a quick curry rice prepared for ya. It’s not the feast I promised, but I’ll make sure it’s somethin’ worth your time. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure it’s a meal worth rememberin’. Tonight... well, we’ll make do."
As he turned to leave, he felt something brush against his side. His eyes widened slightly, but when he glanced around, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Shrugging it off as the bustling of the dining room, he made his way toward the kitchen. The sounds of the residents laughing, chattering, and speculating on the "mischief" spread through the hall, making Borkus even more anxious to get to work.
As he pushed through the swinging kitchen doors, he muttered under his breath. "This day just keeps gettin’ better and better." He barely had time to pick up his ladle before he heard a voice calling out to him from the counter.
Borkus turned, his brow furrowing in irritation as he spotted Max, the human receptionist, calling him out from the counter. With a groan, he set down his ladle. "Hold the fort, Gurnak. I’ll be right back."
He stomped over to Max, wiping his hands on his apron. "What’s the big deal, Max? Can’t ya see I’m up to my neck in work here?"
Right after that, a crackle from the intercom filled the air. Theria’s voice echoed through the kitchen and beyond.
"Attention, residents of Umbra Rose," she began, her tone calm yet commanding. "This is Theria. I need your attention for an important announcement regarding tonight’s... inconveniences."
Borkus raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Gurnak, who had paused mid-slice to listen.
"The disruptions you’ve experienced tonight are part of an old accord between Umbra Rose and its resident gremlins. As outlined in the Mischief Accord, these gremlins are permitted to cause random mischief, and it is your task to capture them. This is a sanctioned event, and prizes will be awarded based on the number of gremlins delivered to the front desk..."
The rest of the announcement played out as Borkus crossed his arms, his face contorting into a mix of confusion and irritation. When the intercom finally clicked off, he turned to Max with a confused look, motioned for him to follow and then stomped back toward the kitchen.
"Gurnak," Borkus started, his voice low with frustration, "what in Tartarus is she talkin’ about? Gremlins? Mischief Accord? What kinda nonsense is this?"
Gurnak chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Ah, boss, you weren’t here for the last one. It’s a gremlin hunt. The residents love it. Catchin’ the little buggers, bringin’ ’em to the front desk... good fun for them. Keeps the mood light, y’know?"
"Light?!" Borkus barked, throwing up his hands. "I’m runnin’ a kitchen, Gurnak, not some circus! And now I gotta deal with gremlins makin’ a mess on top of a busted fridge?"
Gurnak grinned, unbothered by Borkus’s tirade. "Aye, it’s a pain. But you’ll see—it’s good for the residents. Gets ’em movin’, gives ’em somethin’ to do. And by the end of the night, they’ll all be talkin’ about how much fun they had."
Borkus grumbled, running a hand down his face. "Fine, fine. If it keeps ’em outta my hair, then so be it. But if one of those little gremlins gets in here and touches my pots, there’ll be Tartarus to pay!"
Gurnak smirked, returning to his chopping. "I’ll keep an eye out, boss. You might even enjoy it. Residents gettin’ along, havin’ a laugh—it’s good for the place."
Borkus snorted, grabbing his ladle again. "I’ll believe it when I see it, Gurnak. Now get those carrots diced. Limited menu or not, people still gotta eat." He then turned back to Max. "Now what did you need Max?"
As the kitchen settled back into its rhythm, the faint sound of laughter and excited chatter from the dining hall hinted that the building was already alive with the thrill of the hunt.
I'll get a post done today. Mostly because I will be away from my computer for three days starting tomorow.
"Myrr" Velasien
--- Center of Settlement ---
Interactions:@Rune_Alchemist@CitrusArms@ERode@Xaltwind@Zeroth
After a moment of hiding behind her book, Myrravel's natural curiosity began to win out over her embarrassment. Her ears were still pink, but there was something about the discussion of vines and water that piqued her professional interest. She looked at the supposed couple that had seen her almost take a fall and nodded to them, affirming that she was alright. Then, her attention turned to those near the well. She closed her book, carefully tucking it into her satchel and approached them.
"Um, excuse me," she said, stepping forward with a mix of scholarly confidence and social awkwardness. "I couldn't help but overhear - well, actually, I could, I was rather absorbed in my reading about Thornie the Frostbite, but..." She caught herself rambling and cleared her throat. "I'm Myrravel Velasien. Myrr, if you prefer. I'm an alchemist, and I might be able to help with the water situation."
She approached the well, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as she slipped into her element. "If we're dealing with a temporary solution, I could use water magic to help draw up what we need while repairs are being made." Her hands moved expressively as she spoke, warming to the topic. "And if we're using vines for rope, I know a few herbal treatments that could help strengthen them against wear. Though..." she peered down into the well thoughtfully, "we should probably test the water first. Leafy the Lavender always tells me to be careful with old wells - I mean," her ears pinked slightly as she caught herself giving plants names in front of strangers, but she pressed on, "it's important to check for contamination in abandoned water sources."
She stood her ground, genuinely eager to help despite her social awkwardness.
Pulling her component pouch from her side, Myrravel began rummaging through it, muttering softly to herself. "Now where did I put... oh." Her enthusiastic expression faltered as she dug deeper into the pouch. "Oh dear. I seem to have used the last of my testing supplies in that swamp near... and the Sunfruit extract is..." She looked up apologetically, her ears pinking again. "I appear to have run through most of my stores during my travels. I don't suppose there might be an herbalist's shop nearby?"
She glanced around at the abandoned buildings, then gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Right. Abandoned town. Not likely to find a fully stocked alchemy shop around here, is there?" Despite her embarrassment at being unable to help as promised, her eyes had already begun scanning the surrounding area with scholarly interest, clearly wondering what useful plants might be growing among the ruins.
Her gaze lingered on a patch of wild growth near one of the crumbling walls. "Though..." she pulled out her book again, flipping through the pages with practiced ease, "if some of these plants in my book actually exist, this kind of place would be perfect for Harty - I mean, the Heartvine. It tends to grow in abandoned places." She glanced up at the others, then back at her book. "And if we could find some Glowroot in the area, its bioluminescent properties make it excellent for testing water purity. Though we'd need to check the nearby caves for that..."
She trailed off, realizing she was falling into her old habit of thinking out loud. But her eyes continued to dart between the well, the surrounding plant life, and the distant tree line, her mind clearly racing with possibilities. "I suppose the first step would be to catalog what's actually growing around here. Can't make proper testing solutions without knowing what ingredients are available." She adjusted her satchel, already mentally preparing for a botanical survey. "And maybe while we're looking, we might find Vinnie the Sadstrand - though hopefully not, since it only grows near tragic places..." she added in a quieter voice, more to herself than the others.
Her fingers absently traced the worn cover of her book as she spoke, a gesture that seemed to be a habit when she was deep in thought. "At the very least, I should be able to tell which plants definitely shouldn't be growing near a water source. Sometimes the local flora can tell you more about water quality than any alchemical test."
Myrravel caught herself mid-ramble about flora, suddenly aware of how far she'd drifted from the immediate problem. "Oh! I'm sorry, I got carried away with plant possibilities again." She turned to the treasure hunter with renewed focus. "If you're planning to keep working on the well, I could at least use water magic to help draw up what you need for now. Even without my testing supplies, I should be able to..."
She trailed off as she noticed the new arrivals approaching the group. The sight of more people made her instinctively clutch her book a little closer, but she fought the urge to retreat back into its pages. It was strange, she thought, how many people seemed to be finding their way to this abandoned hamlet today. Perhaps there was something about this place that drew wanderers like herself.
"Myrr" Velasien
--- Eastern Edge -> Center of Settlement ---
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The forest was quiet, save for the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft crackle of dry branches beneath Myrr’s boots as she walked along the narrow, winding path. She had been traveling for a while now, the air crisp with the scent of pine and earth. Her golden hair, flowing down her back, glinted in the light as she walked, her cloak of forest green fluttering softly with each step. She was alone, save for the book she carried in her hands… “99 Strange Plants and Where to Find Them”, a book given to her by her grandmother when she left her home and that had captured her heart. She did not know if the plant information written in it was true or even if the plants actually existed, but she was hopeful.
"The Nightshade Orchid only blooms in the most hostile of environments, where no light reaches for days..." Myrr murmured aloud as she walked, her voice soft, as though speaking the words to the very trees themselves. "Its petals, when properly harvested, can be used to create a potion that obfuscates the drinker... but be wary of its venomous roots."
She paused for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the page. The name felt so formal, so detached. Nightshade Orchid. It sounded too much like a warning. Myrr pursed her lips, tapping the page lightly with her finger.
"Orchie," she declared with a grin. "Much friendlier that way."
The book seemed to approve… or so she imagined… so she carried on, flipping to the next entry, her boots crunching against the dirt and dry leaves. The forest began to thin around her, the towering trees replaced by shadows of another kind: fragments of abandoned civilization. Yet, Myrr hardly noticed. She had turned the page and was absorbed in a description of another plant. "The Heartvine, found only in abandoned ruins, grows in places where sorrow lingers..." The name was beautiful but weighed down by its somber origin. Myrr wrinkled her nose.
"Harty," she said to herself, her voice chipper. "Much better. Harty sounds like a companion, not a tragedy."
She wandered through the village ruins, her eyes on the text rather than her surroundings, the crumbling remains of the village passing by unnoticed. Myrr’s thoughts remained filled with plants and their curious properties. Though what she didn’t realize was that she wasn’t as alone as she thought. People… others who had arrived in the village before her… were also among the ruins, but Myrr didn’t even notice. She only kept soft murmuring plant names carried faintly through the air, completely disregarding who could be paying attention to her. She walked with such intent focus, her nose buried in her book, that she seemed utterly oblivious to the world around her.
It wasn’t until her foot struck a loose piece of stone… a jagged remnant of a crumbled wall… that Myrr stumbled. Her arms flailed, and she let out a startled yelp as she struggled to catch herself. She managed to avoid falling, but her heart raced from the sudden near-tumble.
"My stars," she muttered under her breath, brushing off her cloak and glancing down at the offending stone.
Then she froze. A tingle of awareness crawled up her spine as she looked up and realized… There were people. Her stomach flipped as embarrassment washed over her. She straightened herself hastily, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeves as if to regain some shred of dignity, though her ears already had flushed a soft pink.
Myrr cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, and pretended to read her book as if nothing had happened. The words on the page blurred together as her thoughts raced.
They saw that. Of course they saw that, she thought, wincing internally. She shifted her weight awkwardly and adjusted her satchel, determined to look busy. Her mind buzzed with embarrassment, but a small, wry smile crept onto her lips as she scolded herself silently.
"Well, Orchie and Harty," she muttered under her breath, gripping the book tightly, "we’ve officially made fools of ourselves. Congratulations."
And though her face still burned, she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at her own clumsiness.
I'll be posting later today. Work has been a pain this week.
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