FunnyGuy

Avalia

Time: Noon → Evening
Location: Roshmi City → Camp
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, @ShiningSector FIVE

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Thraash gave a single nod to Mari’s air of confidence. Even being such a long-time acquaintance of her attitude and antics, he always found himself amped by her bold disposition.

“Yeah, hurry if you're gonna tag along, entourage.” Thraash was as brash as ever as he expelled two small streams of flame from his nostrils. He glared at Five and Aerilyn respectively, showing he wasn't going to practice patience with either of them. It's not like he ever did, for the most part, so things were quite tame considering that.

“Hey Mari, you never mentioned. What type of guy is this? Is he a dwarf or a demi? Oh or maybe an orc?” He threw out his guesses as he found those races to be more inclined toward building and fixing things. He was sure elves and fairies could be handy too but his prejudice toward them often made those folk seem far too dainty for handiwork to be their norm these days.

Whoever or whatever this Scathael was, Thraash was ready to go find him. As long as he wasn't a dark elf supremacist, things would go rather smoothly.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte, Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Remind me to give Bardulf a few words of admiration if he’s successful.” Mister Luum looked on at the two speaking in the distance. The situation seemed fine from where he stood but if it wasn’t the case, he was sure he could put in some practice on his grand dream of being the greatest sniper in Avalia. The distance is so short though. I don’t even need Brigitte’s help to hit that warforged… Hmm… Bardulf could lose a limb but he’d be alive, I’m sure. In pain, yes. Screaming bloody murder, yes. That’s fine though. The bigger problem would be the lightning exploding out every orifice of his being… That’s how Mister Luum imagined it, anyway.

Though Zeva replied to him, he kept his eyes on the pair over yonder. As much as he would have also enjoyed watching the love birds fly across the night sky, he had to have some level of caution. Ugh… It would be easier to just blow his arm off and let the sparks fry the warforged. Now that would be something no one has ever seen… Though the fairies would likely hate that. Even if I lied and claimed I missed. Oh… Zeva!

Quickly, Mister Luum slightly turned his head as he barely caught her say “...where do I start?”

“Umm. Start?” He appeared to be thoroughly bewildered as he had only caught a small part of what she had said. Fortunately, Mister Luum was not so easily beaten! “Magic! Yes!” He felt fortunate to be able to recall the topic before the brief silence between them became awkward. Though his exclamation was very telling that he might not have been listening.

“Forget everything I said before about picking what you do best, and just think of how you want to use your magic. If it doesn’t work, well we’ll just have to count it as a loss and try something else.” It was almost impressive how easily he shrugged after saying this. “Firstly, we need to ensure Solaris is high in the sky. As bright as he can be! Your magic will be extra potent with his blessing!” He briefly put a hand on her shoulder before quickly snatching it away upon making contact. He almost behaved as if he touched a hot stovetop and tucked the hand beneath his arm holding his staff. As strange as the moment was, he continued.

“You don’t seem so great at producing light on your own, so instead, focus on gathering it from around you. The established elite mages of Illuminata might say it’s a crutch since you’re relying on an outside source for your magic but those fools lost the war and you, my dear friend are not a mage. Magic can simply be a spare tool or weapon for someone like you.”

tldr

Mister Luum keeps watch of Bardulf and Masako. While considering Masako being a potential threat, he thinks of how he would violently act if Masako presented ill will toward the human. Deep in thought, Mister Luum barely registers Zeva’s inquiry on where to start with magic training, and he gives her a mouthful to think about while also contradicting some of his previous statements.

Avalia

Time: Noon → Evening
Location: Roshmi City → Camp
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE

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Like a wild animal, Thraash indulged in the contents of the pot, taking huge gulps of the hot meaty, savory stew. He had initially planned on getting one solid gulp in, but the pot’s contents were too good not to go for a few more servings. Damn, this is good! Thraash was in the middle of his third gulp when a rock crashed into shoulder. It didn’t do much to harm him but it did cause Thraash to have a moment of pause. Still holding the pot by his maw, he shot his piercing amber glare toward Aerilyn.

“Fuck you.” He said plainly before he licked a dribble of the stew running down the side of the pot. Despite his reply, he ceased his devouring of stew and set the pot back in place. “Solid cookin’ though. Try adding more-” Thraash cut himself off as he watched Five lift Mari off the ground. He turned his body to face the two, ready to scrap with the metal man again if it came to it. He’d probably end up a dead man but he was itching for the thrill of it. His desires, however, would not be met this night.

Mari being who she was, knew exactly how to talk things out. It was a greatest quirk, and even better than the tricks she could accomplish with her magic. Thraash could reluctantly admit that her silver tongue got the two out of plenty of messes in the past. It took almost no time for her to be lowered down by Five. He even apologized for his actions. Solid. He couldn’t help but let loose a small chuckle before approaching Mari.

“So we found someone that can fix ‘em? Good shit, Mari but I was really hopin’ I could start calling the tin-can, Four or somethin.’” As the distance between him and his long-time companion closed, he spoke slightly more sincerely. Just slightly. “You good? And I’m coming along for the meet. I can probably add a little flavor of intimidation while you work on hagglin’ with this Scathael guy. Maybe threaten to take his arm if he tries to rack up the price on Five’s repairs.” Thraash couldn’t help but flash a toothy grin.

Avalia

【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Night
【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 North Pass
【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 None
【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Magic infused collar | Simple bow | Coin pouch | Various herbal satchels | Simple bone dagger

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When the tables turned on the monkey man due to Cyrene’s craftiness, he did what he did best. Eros had a knack for being crafty himself. With bristled hairs, Eros rolled his body in one direction, freeing his torso before just as rapidly rolling his body in the opposite direction to free his feet.

With a grunt and a red glow to his irises, he hopped to his feet, glaring into Cyrene's eyes filled with desperation.

“Don’t. You. Dare!” Eros growled as the rope was being torn.

Cyrene looked up at Eros with the last strands of fibers in her mouth. Pausing as she thought about it, she ripped her head back with a jerk snapping the last of the fibers. Finally, she managed to free her hands as her wrists held the last bit of the rope around them. Standing to her feet she looked at the searing-eyed Eros “I will honor my agreement but I will NOT be held in chains.” Her eyes narrowed on the man as she attempted to size him up. “You help me. I help you. With mutual respect given. I will not be your captor or anyone else’s.” Her tone was firm as each word was enunciated slowly and fully to ensure he understood her words.

A snarl was escaping through Eros’ gritted teeth as his eyes illuminated in the darkness of night. The desire to beat Cyrene until she could hardly move crossed his mind. All it would take was a sudden pounce and a well-placed strike. As prepared as he was to do just that, a chirp from Beebee caused him to narrow his eyes. Another chirp filled the air, causing Eros to let out a low grunt as he straightened his posture.

Cyrenes eyes flicked between the small creature and Eros noticing his change of tune as the creature appeared to communicate with him.

“Fine! I’ll only tie you up when I need rest. But I am not helping you. I am helping myself get enough amas to… To feel like I’m free, I guess.” Cyrene’s brow raised slightly at his comment as he let out a second grunt. “You can walk ahead while I gather my rope… A rope that you ruined,” He grumbled as he gathered it up. She’ll pay for that. I don’t care what Beebee thinks.

Taking a few reluctant steps, she looked at him as he grathered the rope continuing to grumble to himself. Rubbing her wrists as she turned back around she followed his instructions and continued to walk the path that appeared to have been traveled a time or two. I could run.. Cyrene thought for a moment as her eyes darted around the foliage that engulfed them. However, Elrand snuck into her mind once more. His toothy grin and deep chuckle echoed as the hairs on her arms raised. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly as if a protective instinct took over her.

A friendly chirp came from Beebee as he hovered over her right shoulder. Cyrenes eyes met the small creature’s as she offered it a smile as his large black eyes peered upon her curiously. He chirped once more as he rotated his body to face behind her, almost as if to draw her attention to the fact that Eros was absent.

Seeing the small creature's reaction she stopped to look behind her, scanning for Eros as she realized that he hadn’t been following her. “Where’d he go?” she asked the tiny creature. Unfortunately, all he did was chirp again. Beebee was far below having the intuition and communication skills of other animals but for some odd reason, Eros didn't make it seem this way. Loneliness was a hell of a thing…

“Ha!” Eros’ voice boomed as he ran from his tent, causing Cyrene to jump slightly at the outburst. Now equipped with a few extra items. He was wearing a backpack, had a bow with a quiver of iron-tipped arrows, and a wooden spear in hand. Cyrene watched Eros jog towards her and yet again, Beebee chirped. Looking over at Beebee she smiled softly before it fell as Eros re-approched.

“That seems a bit excessive”

“Excessive? Tch.” Cyrene's eyes scanned over all the items he carried with him. If he thought of using any of those things against Erland he would be quickly humbled. “Planning on hunting game with that?”

“Hmm.” He gave a guttural hum as he poked his index finger right between her shoulder blades, against her spine. “Walk forward Siren. My tools are none of your concern. Focus on which you’ve been poor at. Walk!” Eros demanded.

Letting out a heavy sigh match with an eye roll, Cyrene began to move one foot in front of the other once again. “You know… I could have just ran when you weren’t looking. But I didn’t… So maybe a little more respect would be nice.” she said between gritted teeth as her eyes stayed focused on the trail in front of them.

“Respect? Heh… Hehehahahaha! Respect?! For a Siren?! A flesh eater? A murderer? Beebee, do you hear this?” Eros was finally smiling again. Beebee let out a chirp as he found his place over Eros’ right shoulder. “Right. I shouldn't commend a Siren for being bad at being a deceitful wretch. If anything, I’m only grateful for having such an easy catch to sell. You walk. I talk. My amas will stack high as the nest of a falk. Heh. That's how things-”

THUMP Before Eros could finish his sentence Cyrene’s fist met his face with a strong force, enough to knock him slightly back as it planted against his cheek. Her brows were furrowed in anger and frustration as she stood in front of him. “Kiss my tail, you stupid monkey boy.” She knew he would retaliate but she promised herself she would never be silent any longer. “I hope you choke on those Amas. You don't know me.” She turned back around and began to march off in the same direction, this time with more aggressive steps as she growled under her breath. She continued marching even as Beebee chirped repetitively from where she had left Eros to taste her wrath.

Quick and deadly the wooden spear flew. Its blunt base crashed violently into the back of Cyrene's head. As it made contact with her, Cyrene stumbled over her feet before swiftly turning back with furrowed brows. Her hand reached for the back of her head while she grit her teeth. She had to stop every fiber in her being from tackling the monkey boy but it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Instead, she reached down and grabbed the spear from the ground, taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship on it, she tossed it down towards his feet. “You dropped this,” she said before turning back around and continuing to walk as she huffed under her breath.

“You just can't help but lie. I threw this-” Eros picked the weapon up from the ground. “-at your big thick head. Strike me again and I'll show you my true strength. Two orcs, remember that. Two!” Eros trailed behind her with his hairs still slightly bristled. Cyrene was hard proof that acquiring wealth was never easy, no matter the method.

“Two small ones maybe….” She said in a snarky tone as she twirled her hand in the air with a flourish. She couldn’t help but hold back a grin as she could tell she was getting under Eros’s skin. They hadn’t even made it out of viewing distance of the shore yet and already she was testing him. This was going to be fun.

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Since the last spat, the trek to Roshmi had remained relatively quiet on the path going south. Sucking of teeth here, low grunts there, but all in all peaceful albeit only several minutes had spanned. The greater and lesser moon provided enough illumination for the two to not require a torch light.

But even low visibility was not enough to shroud the two from the desires of foul beasts. Eros’ ears twitched ever so slightly as he picked up the very faint sounds of steps. One, two, four… no. So many pattering feet! The steps were coming from the thick wooded area to the right of the dirt path.

“Halt, siren.” Eros’ eyes glared in the direction of the faint steps that suddenly stopped the moment he spoke. “We have curious friends or hungry adversaries.”

Cyrene stopped at Eros’ concerned tone, looking back she paused to see his expression focused on the surroundings around him. Her eyes darted slowly back and forth trying to catch a glimpse of movement off in the darkness.

Catching a glimmer of light in the corner of her eye she noticed a long stave shaped stick, if something was coming after them it was better than nothing. Reaching down she slowly grabbed it, careful to not make any sudden moves.

Eros let out a gruff grunt before stepping forth adamantly.

“Leave this to me. You won't be worth much if you're scarred or missing a piece.” Holding his wooden spear firm with both hands, he raised it overhead. “BRING IT ON FOUL BEASTS! I, Eros Amaris of North Pass will crush- will run you through! I said come! Come and face my might!” He had shouted suddenly.

Letting out a drawn-out sigh she looked over at the large stick she held. She tossed it off to the side as she took a step back to the famous Eros of North Pass to handle the situation. Perhaps if she was lucky, whatever was lurking out there would eat him and she wouldn’t have much to worry about anyone.

Walking towards a large tree she turned to lean against it, her eyes settled on Eros as he prepared his attack. Too bad the lurking beasts acted before he did and burst from the treeline with one flying over the two and placing itself closest to Cyrene. The other two beasts raised and spread their wings as they bared their jagged teeth. Their pale faces and red eyes could strike fear into the heart of the unprepared traveler, their antlers and talons tipped sharp enough to gore or slash the most formidable of prey, and their wings gave them the ability to move swiftly to avoid those daring to fight back. Eros and Cyrene found themselves being pincered by three fierce perytons!

Avalia

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Time: Evening
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions:
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife

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“Anything?! What’s the last thing you remember then?” Darius was quite perplexed upon learning that Dante had not remembered the events of the battle against the roc. Darius had been slightly worried before but now he was wondering if Dante was suffering from something below the surface.

Dante tried to recall the encounter but the last thing he remembered was the roc flapping a powerful gust of wind toward the group. He had guessed the massive creature’s attack had been the cause of the lapse in his memory. However, this was far from the truth.

“The gust of wind, I think… I figured something having to do with that knocked me out.” Dante shrugged simply but Darius’ raised eyebrow caused him to doubt his recollection of things. Darius shook his head as the two continued through the dim-lit village. To the two men, the fact that no one had no one had yet railroaded their path, meant they were moving stealthily enough despite their conversation that lacked any noise discipline.

“Not even close. That was easy to handle…” Darius glanced down at Dante’s leg where his pants were slightly torn. “Easy for me, I mean. You got tagged but it wasn’t anything to worry about. Anyway, the bird went after Phia but Menzai jumped in at the last minute to save her…” Darius winced as he remembered initially seeing Menzai missing his arm. Even now, it was a sight that would be difficult for him to face. Such an injury meant so many things to Darius. The morbidity of the world he and his brother were now a part of, a sacrifice he wished wasn’t necessary to save a life, how truly unprepared he was to face even just the natural threats of Avalia, and more importantly, his inability to prevent Menzai’s dismemberment. Menzai’s missing arm caused these feelings to surface, so Darius decided he would continue to avert his gaze upon their guardian wolf.

And though Dante, didn’t remember anything, Darius was sure his brother was confronted with his own demons at that moment. As Darius continued, things began to piece together in his head. During their two weeks of being here, it was mentioned that they would both have to maintain control of their emotions since their magic was strongly tied to them, even more so than the typical Avalian.

“And then?” Dante pressed as Darius left a few seconds of dead air between them.

“He lost his arm and then you… snapped. You lost it and I don’t know what you did exactly but the roc was done for. Your earth magic pretty much did the thing in but you wouldn’t stop. I pulled the cord.” Darius made a hand gesture of putting his index fingers together, side-by-side before pulling them away from each other to illustrate him going outside of the radius that allowed them to tap into their magical abilities.

There was a brief moment of silence as Dante had a feeling of what may have happened but wasn’t willing to share. Meanwhile, Darius found that he didn’t like retelling the incident and wished he hadn’t been the one to inform Dante.

“Oh…” Was all Dante could muster.

“Yeah… Um, I think we’re close to where our reward is being kept. It’s some good stuff, we’re gonna need more for whatever comes next.”

“We have to get stronger.”

“We will. That’s gonna happen again.” The two looked at each other and gave a firm nod in unison, silently affirming this covenant between them.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf, Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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“Well, I guess that’s all I need to know for now. Train Bardulf, huh? Definitely. Guess I’ll ask him about his weird ea-”

Good… I’d hate what I’d have to consider doing to you if you pushed the topic. What a waste that would be. Despite the grim thought, Mister Luum kept up his pleasant expression, if those familiar with him could call it that. That constant cheery smile of his had always accompanied his nonsensical ways. An expression that was initially welcoming could in time garner irritation. It was something most if not all would believe he was oblivious to but the middle-aged elven mage knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing… and that might be one of the most unsettling mysteries of the enigma that was Mister Luum.
Just as Zeva’s attention had been affixed to his display of magic, Mister Luum found his sights locked on Zeva’s attempt to accomplish something similar to what he had just performed. Something that was simply child’s play for him was like forcing a large boulder to budge for the young elf. She accomplished so little but her effort was something to admire. For Mister Luum, magic had always seemed spectacular and was something he could speak and ponder about for hours at a time, especially that of light magic. There were many theories on the topic, showing that even the magically inclined denizens of Avalia still lacked all the answers to it. Perhaps that’s part of what always allured Mister Luum to it.

“Wow, I haven’t seen a lot of warforged but this one’s so pretty! Wonder if she’s strong too…”

“Strong… Ehhh, they did not do much to help us win the war. They were built to fight, sure but they lack things that make truly good soldiers. Hmm…” Mister Luum looked on as the Bardulf approached the warforged before he could elaborate further. His words had been interrupted by the wheels turning in his head more so than normal. “I think you’re onto something, Zeva. A warforged could prove useful to us. To give purpose to a compact war machine without a purpose. Genius!” Mister Luum’s eyes lit up as if he had just won a table at one of Roshmi’s gambling halls. It seemed like his attention was completely taken by the idea until he used his staff to softly tap the hand Zeva had conjured magic with.

“An old teacher of mine, and she was very old by the way, once told me that magic is easy for everyone and that the hard part is figuring two things: The talent of your magic that comes more naturally to you and how to apply that talent to whatever else you can do… or want to do. Projection, imbuement, shaping, channeling, bending, and a bunch of other things are different areas that some are better at than others.” He shrugged. “Stick with us, and I’ll ensure you won’t need a fancy school to be incredible… I did of course but you won’t, I assure you.” He gave her an assuring wink, though how can someone be sure when it’s Mister Luum?

tldr

Mister Luum is glad that Zeva did not push on the subject of Bardulf. Despite her minor display of magic, Mister Luum is actually glad to see Zeva making an attempt at it. He ponders the idea of the usefulness of a warforged before considering obtaining the one on deck but does not reveal why of course. It can’t be good.

He then gives Zeva reassuring words on practicing magic and finding her talent to focus on.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern, Northbound on the Eastern Sea
Interaction: Zeva @Pink Khione
Mention: Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte, Masako @dreamingflowers
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff IS BACK, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.

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Mister Luum was watching the horizon’s pinkish hues retire elsewhere, allowing night to encompass the sky when Zeva approached. He slightly turned his head in her direction, only a slight grin on his face this time around. It might have come across as more genuine than his usually plastered smile.

“You almost seem like quite the reliable guy when you’re quiet like this,”

Mister Luum let loose a light chuckle as he turned his body around to lean his back against the banister alongside her as she began to inquire about her current predicament and of course oddity that was Bardulf's magic… and rounded ears.

“Well…” Mister Luum rubbed his chin as his eyes peered toward the very sky where the fae and pegasus flew. “I can tell you what you'd like to know but you should know that all knowledge comes at a price. Sometimes small, sometimes large but this hehehe, this one is like a beached kraken stuffed after eating a whale. Or perhaps an overweight dragon… a very old and very overweight dragon. You know, because they never stop growing.” Mister Luum nodded for his own confirmation. “Just understand how big this is, okay? Good.” Mister Luum proceeded to open his palm closest to her.

“Everything with this rebellion pretty much banks on Bardulf and his ability. One that allows him to tap into elements that not many in this world can and also do so with greater ease than the most gifted of our kind.” An orb of vibrant violet light formed above his palm. It was about the size of a tennis ball yet it illuminated far beyond the space the two took up. “Our mission is quite simple. Protect and train him. Make his unique powers greater.” The violet orb suddenly grew twice its size and twice as bright before bursting into tiny sparkles of light that filled the space shared by the two. “And that's all you need to know about Bardulf for the time being. If there's anything or anyone else you'd like to learn more about, I'd be quite open. Bowyn, Rue, Starfire, Brigitte ummm… everyone except for that warforged Mister Luum squinted as he took in the sight of a Warforged walking across the deck. Hmm, I guess she's part of the Righteous Tern’s staff

tldr

Mister Luum entertains Zeva’s curiosity and shares Bardulf's importance while putting on a tiny light show with his magic. He states he is willing to answer more questions that don't pertain strictly to Bardulf while also suddenly noticing the Warforged that stepped out onto the deck.

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: Peninsula North of Roshmi
Interaction: Cyrene @Tpartywithzombi
Mention:
Equipment: Backpack, fishing net, fishing pole, 3 medium red potions, 3 small blue potions, 1 green potion, fire starting kit, poncho, rope, frogfly named “Beebee,” cooking pot, hygiene pouch, water purifier, wooden spear, handcrafted bow and arrows, knife, wool blanket, big fish

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When the tables turned on the monkey man due to Cyrene’s craftiness, he did what he did best. Eros had a knack for being crafty himself. With bristled hairs, Eros rolled his body in one direction, freeing his torso before just as rapidly rolling his body in the opposite direction to free his feet.

With a grunt and a red glow to his irises, he hopped to his feet, glaring into Cyrene's eyes filled with desperation.

“Don’t. You. Dare!” Eros growled as the rope was being torn.

Cyrene looked up at Eros with the last strands of fibers in her mouth. Pausing as she thought about it, she ripped her head back with a jerk snapping the last of the fibers. Finally, she managed to free her hands as her wrists held the last bit of the rope around them. Standing to her feet she looked at the searing-eyed Eros “I will honor my agreement but I will NOT be held in chains.” Her eyes narrowed on the man as she attempted to size him up. “You help me. I help you. With mutual respect given. I will not be your captor or anyone else’s.” Her tone was firm as each word was enunciated slowly and fully to ensure he understood her words.

A snarl was escaping through Eros’ gritted teeth as his eyes illuminated in the darkness of night. The desire to beat Cyrene until she could hardly move crossed his mind. All it would take was a sudden pounce and a well-placed strike. As prepared as he was to do just that, a chirp from Beebee caused him to narrow his eyes. Another chirp filled the air, causing Eros to let out a low grunt as he straightened his posture.

Cyrenes eyes flicked between the small creature and Eros noticing his change of tune as the creature appeared to communicate with him.

“Fine! I’ll only tie you up when I need rest. But I am not helping you. I am helping myself get enough amas to… To feel like I’m free, I guess.” Cyrene’s brow raised slightly at his comment as he let out a second grunt. “You can walk ahead while I gather my rope… A rope that you ruined,” He grumbled as he gathered it up. She’ll pay for that. I don’t care what Beebee thinks.

Taking a few reluctant steps, she looked at him as he grathered the rope continuing to grumble to himself. Rubbing her wrists as she turned back around she followed his instructions and continued to walk the path that appeared to have been traveled a time or two. I could run.. Cyrene thought for a moment as her eyes darted around the foliage that engulfed them. However, Elrand snuck into her mind once more. His toothy grin and deep chuckle echoed as the hairs on her arms raised. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly as if a protective instinct took over her.

A friendly chirp came from Beebee as he hovered over her right shoulder. Cyrenes eyes met the small creature as she offered it a smile as his large black eyes peered upon her curiously. He chirped once more as he rotated his body to face behind her, almost as if to draw her attention to the fact that Eros was absent.

Seeing the small creature's reaction she stopped to look behind her, scanning for Eros as she realized that he hadn’t been following her. “Where’d he go?” she asked the tiny creature. Unfortunately, all he did was chirp again. Beebee was far below having the intuition and communication skills of other animals but for some odd reason, Eros didn't make it seem this way. Loneliness was a hell of a thing…

“Ha!” Eros’ voice boomed as he ran from his tent, causing Cyrene to jump slightly at the outburst. Now equipped with a few extra items. He was wearing a backpack, had a bow with a quiver of iron-tipped arrows, and a wooden spear in hand. Cyrene watched Eros jog towards her and yet again, Beebee chirped. Looking over at Beebee she smiled softly before it fell as Eros re-approched.

“That seems a bit excessive”

“Excessive? Tch.” Cyrene's eyes scanned over all the items he carried with him. If he thought of using any of those things against Erland he would be quickly humbled. “Planning on hunting game with that?”

“Hmm.” He gave a guttural hum as he poked his index finger right between her shoulder blades, against her spine. “Walk forward Siren. My tools are none of your concern. Focus on which you’ve been poor at. Walk!” Eros demanded.

Letting out a heavy sigh match with an eye roll, Cyrene began to move one foot in front of the other once again. “You know… I could have just ran when you weren’t looking. But I didn’t… So maybe a little more respect would be nice.” she said between gritted teeth as her eyes stayed focused on the trail in front of them.

“Respect? Heh… Hehehahahaha! Respect?! For a Siren?! A flesh eater? A murderer? Beebee, do you hear this?” Eros was finally smiling again. Beebee let out a chirp as he found his place over Eros’ right shoulder. “Right. I shouldn't commend a Siren for being bad at being a deceitful wretch. If anything, I’m only grateful for having such an easy catch to sell. You walk. I talk. My amas will stack high as the nest of a falk. Heh. That's how things-”

THUMP Before Eros could finish his sentence Cyrene’s fist met his face with a strong force, enough to knock him slightly back as it planted against his cheek. Her brows were furrowed in anger and frustration as she stood in front of him. “Kiss my tail, you stupid monkey boy.” She knew he would retaliate but she promised herself she would never be silent any longer. “I hope you choke on those Amas. You don't know me.” She turned back around and began to march off in the same direction, this time with more aggressive steps as she growled under her breath. She continued marching even as Beebee chirped repetitively from where she had left Eros to taste her wrath.

Quick and deadly the wooden spear flew. Its blunt base crashed violently into the back of Cyrene's head. As it made contact with her, Cyrene stumbled over her feet before swiftly turning back with furrowed brows. Her hand reached for the back of her head as she grit her teeth. She had to stop every fiber in her being from tackling the monkey boy but it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Instead, she reached down and grabbed the spear from the ground, taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship on it, she tossed it down towards his feet. “You dropped this,” she said before turning back around and continuing to walk as she huffed under her breath.

“You just can't help but lie. I threw this-” Eros picked the weapon up from the ground. “-at your big thick head. Strike me again and I'll show you my true strength. Two orcs, remember that. Two!” Eros trailed behind her with his hair still slightly bristled. Cyrene was hard proof that acquiring wealth was never easy, no matter the method.

“Two small ones maybe….” She said in a snarky tone as she twirled her hand in the air with a flourish. She couldn’t help but hold back a grin as she could tell she was getting under Eros’s skin. They hadn’t even made it out of viewing distance of the shore yet and already she was testing him. This was going to be fun.

Young Justice

Location: Somewhere in the Everglades
Interactions: The Team (minus Metamorph)
Mentions: Metamorph

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After making his suggestions to Daphne, Viktor stood by to listen to what her final decision would be. He might have had more faith in her but she seemed troubled while managing her communication with the Green. The way she winced every now and again before relaying a message from the flora concerned him some. It was indeed a reminder of the power these universal aspects had on those who tapped into them. The Red with Ja, the Green with Daphne, and the Black with Casper. As useful as such abilities were, they did not come lightly.

The team was quick to advance as Vincent and Cora took the sky while remaining low per Daphne's instructions. He'd have to compliment her on favoring overall stealth for better coverage and lay of the land. For now, he needed to move with the others.

Kassy had with much effort had managed to bring platforms of earth up above the surface of the swamp. They varied in quality due to the nature of the swamp. Few appeared to be made of solid stone, while most were soft or bumpy on the surface.

Daphne and Will took to the available trees and roots, which left Viktor, Kassy, and surprisingly Pei to the platforms at the lowest level above the water.

“I guess you're not flying, Iceburn.” Viktor commented with a shrug. “I’ll take point, you follow me, and Mirage can provide support from the rear.” Viktor instructed as he naturally formed a miniature squad of sorts with those left around him. Just before he got ready to take his first jump, he looked up at Zach. “Zatara, if you have any means to make our traversal easier, don't hold back.”

And with that, he jumped to the closest platform before immediately moving to the next.

"Talos, here. I've got an armed guard, some dude, and Florida Man bickering. I'll wait until Florida Man gets chased off and see where they go."

We’re close. Good. Viktor thought as he stopped on the third platform. At the same moment, Kassy made note of the alligators up ahead. Viktor figured the team might have been able to avoid the creatures but what she stated caused him to slightly tense up. She commented on the abnormality of them not only grouping up together but actively advancing toward their direction.

“... they're not pack hunters.”

“Let’s bank on them still being averse to cold. We could try to lead them away to reduce any attention to us-”

"Change of plans. I'm going in." Viktor winced while maintaining some shred of optimism but his thoughts on the situation regressed.

“Talos, Stormcaller. Fast and violent,” He directed coldly.

Avalia

Time: Noon → Evening
Location: Roshmi City → Camp
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE

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The moment the misfit party of would-be manticore slayers got to Aerilyn’s camp, Thraash took off. He had said something along the lines of “I'll be back.” before walking along a dirt path leading deep into the wilds on his own. He was quite sure there'd be no argument with his decision, and if there was, he couldn't give two shits. No one was going to stop him from getting the fresh alaberries he wanted before the Nest went batshit, even if he had to pick them himself.

Picking alaberries beneath the warm sun might have been a pleasure to most but Thraash had the worst luck finding the sweet red berries that helped fuel his Muse Tank amplifier. Venturing back and asking for assistance from one of the others was a viable option but he felt it would make him look soft in front of the noobs.

“I’ll just fucking do this the long way.” Thraash stopped in his tracks and took a look around at his surroundings while testing out his sense of smell. His nostrils flared several times as his snout fixed in one direction at a time. What was he doing now?

“Yeah, this is it. Smells wet this way. Hehehe, I wish it wasn’t simply a stream.” Thraash was all but subtle as he set out toward the water source, trudging roughly between trees and brush while making all manner of sounds. CRUNCH. CRACK. He'd already wasted too much daylight and would sacrifice any manner of noise discipline to reach his destination. He was sure there would be questions for him upon his return but the others would have simply mind their own damned businesses!

“There!” Thraash smirked as he caught sight of a stream running steadily through the woods. A light cackle escaped him as he detached his Muse Tank from his pants. “Time to get your fill.”

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Hours later…

Thraash had arrived back at the camp shortly after Mari, following the scent of the freshly cooked stew that wafted from Aerilyn’s pot. In his grip was a thick fallen branch ignited in flame. It had been the third torch he had made on his way back due to how quickly his flames burned through the dry wood. As he approached, he used his rough-scaled hands to grind what was left of the enflamed branch, putting it out with a few wrist movements.

“‘Bout damn time you got somethin’ good on the flame. ‘Specially after you got us all kicked out of the fucking Nest for fighting. I mean… Who the fuck gets kicked out of the Nest FOR FIGHTING?! Us! That’s who. You damned scrubs.” Thraash complained as he proceeded to the pot until he was towering over it. He couldn’t deny its savory contents that would rest within his belly in mere moments. Snatching the ladle, he looked it over before eyeing the pot again.

He immediately noticed that drew the attention of a disapproving Aerilyn and chuckled.

“Chill, Ears! I’m not gonna put my mouth on the thing.” He set the ladle down and simply grabbed the sides of the pot and lifted it to his maw, attempting to gulp down the stew from the pot.