Heliosa

The War of Panitil

Food brings people together!

The War of Panitil

As Yorek packed his livelihood, Zalena kept a wary eye on the nearby Yid soldiers and ate the delicacy held between her fingertips. Her jaw tensed as one of the Yid brutes brought his fist down onto the face of a lanky teenage boy when the child professed to knowing nothing about a stone that had been thrown at the guards. The child's wail cut straight into her.
"Easy," warned Susuri's voice by her earlobe. Zalena gave a small growl of frustration in response.
"These two youths standing by you are...interesting," Susuri continued, possibly as a means of distracting Zalena from her aggravation. Without turning her head, Zalena flitted her gaze from the form of one of the young men to the other.

Susuri hardly paid attention to other humans besides Zalena. As far as Susuri was concerned, humans were short-lived nuisances who pissed in her beloved rivers and stuffed their faces with the carcasses of her fish friends. So when the undine did call attention to anybody, Zalena knew to take notice.
They both have nice swords, but that's hardly of note here. That one's a big fellow. The other one looks like he doesn't smile much. Then again, not many here do. Am I guessing anywhere close to what you're talking about Susu? she spoke to Susuri within her mind so as to not attract attention. While she and Susuri were connected on a mental, emotional and physical level, Zalena normally preferred speaking to her out loud. It made the flighty undine seem more like a friend than like a presence that resided in her head because of a pact forged many years ago. Before Susuri could respond one of the men, the one with a head of unruly fiery hair, spoke up.

“Do riots like this happen often do you think? Or was this just a one-time drunken fool parade that spilled into the square?”

Zalena glanced at him questioningly, pushing her hood slightly further back from her forehead to get a better look at the man.
"You must be new to these parts," she stated plainly, "You'd do best to learn how to avoid them, they enjoy throwing their weight around, the bastards. Sometimes the men here put up a bit of a fight but that always ends up either very bloody or with half the town thrown into the cells by morning." she continued, her lips thinning in a faint scowl.

To Live and Die in the Wild West (Open world Wild West RP)

Heliosa and Ciphra

Jackson finished shaving and just leaned on the counter. He'd been thinking about leaving this town and going somewhere new, or at least find a way to get some more money. He knew what he did was wrong, but he didn't seem to mind. It was all a game to him, not to mention he knew that his family was able to go on thanks to him. He lightly pushed off the counter and put on his shirt. Then he grabbed his guns and hat.

He been in this town for a little while now, and he was getting used to the area, so perhaps he'd hit the canteen. Of course this early that might not be the best choice. Oh well he'd just have to see what was thrown at him. Jackson adjusted his hat and then walked out of his room, ready to face the new day.

Shilah hummed softly to herself as she began to tug the crumpled sheets off of the bed she was tending to. The man who had rented the room for the previous night had left it in disarray and smelling slightly of cheap women's perfume.

Swiping the pillow off the bed, she turned just as a dull clunk sounded behind her. Shilah searched for the source of the sound, and noticed a shabby brown cap box by her foot. It must have fallen off the bed, she mused to herself as she leaned over to pick it up.

"Why the hell would he have slept with bullets under his pillow?" she muttered to herself as she examined its contents, then she paused before letting out a loud curse. She had to get this to the man before he left to God knows where. Normally forgotten items would not be such an issue, but it might be the case that these bullets were very necessary to the man. Muttering a string of colorful words under her breath Shilah abandoned her basket of laundry and left the room with the cap box in hand.

In her rush to head for the hotel exit Shilah neglected to watch where she was going, and walked straight into a young man stepping out of his room. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" she said hurriedly to her victim.

Jackson reached out grabbing the lady, making sure she didn't stumble back and fall. "Careful ma'am. I'm sure what ever it is that's got you so rushed can wait an extra minute caused by you going a normal, and safe pace." He looked her up and down. Definitely older than him, and based on her skin, definitely an indian. She was beautiful though, that was for sure. "Anyway I can help you out with something ma'am?"

One thing he kept up despite going down the outlaws path, was his manners. Something his father made sure he would keep for the rest of his life. It definitely helped with the ladies, and got people to trust him easier.

Shilah had no problem being cranky and uttering swears while alone, but when in the company of any sort of stranger she tended to retreat back into the comfort of her shell, as she did now while the man she had collided with helped her regain her balance.

She noticed he was just a bit taller than her, and had wide eyes and youthful skin under his scruff. He was oddly young to be renting a room at the hotel, but Shilah knew better than to ask questions, and she had other matters on her mind right then. Her fingers tightened around the cap box.

"I do apologize, I'm normally not the type to be runnin' into people. I work here as a housekeeper, and one of the patrons just upped and left without this." she spoke with a soft measured voice, the kind used by those not wanting to attract attention to themselves.
"I know how it is out there, so I figured these are probably important." Shilah brandished the cap box and opened it to reveal the gleaming cartridges within.
"Maybe you know him?" she asked hopefully. If he could take the box to the other man it would save her a good deal of scrambling around, and she could get back to her chores. "He's real tall, about a good six feet I'd say. Orangey sorta' beard. Armed pretty well I'd say. He left just a few minutes ago." Shilah looked impatiently at the hotel door, nibbling at her bottom lip as she wondered if there would be trouble in town that night.

Jackson smiled kindly. "Well miss, I don't believe I know 'em but I'd be glad to escort you on your way to find him if you'd like." Jackson knew after a couple days after he arrived he learned that real fast. The least he could do was help the young lady find who she was looking for and make sure she was safe. Besides, maybe the guy might need a partner or something which would give him another job.

His response made Shilah pause and consider, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. He was being oddly polite compared to what she usually came across in Buffalo Gulch. She wondered if he had any ulterior motives. Brushing off that thought she gave him a small smile. "That would be very kind of you. Let's get a move on then, before he disappears into some hole or other. Or gets shot." she added the last part in a mutter as she turned to head to the door.

The War of Panitil

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The War of Panitil

Zalena's lips tensed into a thin line as she drew closer to the town square. The unmistakable din of a fight between Yid guards and the townsmen could be heard. It was something she heard often enough to recognize. "There may trouble Susu, we have to be careful." she murmured, knowing that despite the nearing sounds of shouting and fists hitting flesh, Susuri could hear her clearly. A smooth and familiar tingle rose along Zalena's arm, and the cool touch of Susuri's form pressed against the nape of her neck once more.

"We could just leave?" suggested her friend's silvery voice. Zalena blew out air from between her lips as a sign she would not even consider that idea.
"These little skirmishes happen all the time. If I went inside every time they did, I would be inside probably always," she informed Susuri but then took a pause. She had caught the unmistakable sounds of hooves hitting the dirt roads and the impatient neighing of horses. Muttering a string of curses under her breath she quickly slid to the side of the street, almost pressing against the sandstone building behind her. She began to make haste when she heard the soldiers round the corner two blocks behind her. Zalena turned her head to confirm her suspicions, and let loose another string of colorful words. There were perhaps a dozen of them on horseback, all wearing irritated scowls and royal armor. They had their horses at a canter, since the narrow roads would not allow for higher speeds. Plus, she realized, they know that their men are much more equipped than the townsmen, and will probably not suffer much, unlike the townsmen. She fought off the urge to spit into the dirt.

"You should return home, Zalena." the usual composure of Susuri's voice was disrupted by a clinking note of urgency.

"Where's your sense of adventure, Susu?" Zalena asked dryly as she shrank against the wall in order to avoid being trampled by the passing horses. "I came here for something and I'm not leaving without it."

"Just keep in mind that you cannot use your healing while you're among so many people." Susuri reminded her brusquely from behind thick strands of Zalena's curly mane. Zalena sighed, her wary eyes still on the passing influx of Yid soldiers. They paid no heed to her, so Zalena took the chance to slip into the tight alleyway behind her. She knew of a way behind the buildings that would get her to the square before the additional guards arrived. A slightly foreboding feeling clutched at her stomach, so many guards in one place could not lead to anything good. As she walked, the small heels of her boots sank slightly into dirt softened by the contents of laundry buckets and chamber pots that were often thrown out of the windows above Zalena. It was disgusting to say the least but Zalena did not mind. Traveling around trouble was something nomads had expertise in, even if other routes were less scenic. She kept her hood pulled low over her eyes as she turned left, then left again, passing by huddled beggar children and a toothless old woman singing to herself. She emerged into the main square, just a few feet away from the pastry shop.

"If only you put that much dedication into your training." Susuri mumbled. Choosing to ignore this, Zalena approached the stand where there were already a few other customers. Noticing that they already seemed to have their food, she gave them polite nods of acknowledgement, then turned to old Yorek with a grin. "Evenin'! Looks like business is going well." she nodded her head towards the commotion as she spoke to the baker.
"Ah Zal! Even if everybody else stops coming here I'm sure I could keep my shop going with just your business," the old man teased, and Zalena gave him a look of feigned exasperation. "The usual?" he asked, chuckling to himself.
"Aye, and best make it fast. Other guards are approaching. I bet they'll shut down all the businesses in the square and then give everyone a sound chiding. Maybe this time they won't trample any children." Zalena rolled her eyes. Yorek made a disgruntled grunt in response, then shook his head as he handed her a puffy pastry fat with clotted cream and sprinkled with sugar. As she was handing him her last few coins, the sounds of horses and irate men emerged into the square.
"Best close shop. It's my guess that this lot hasn't had their daily dose of kicking around innocents and barking orders." Yorek said grimly as he began to wrap up a platter of glistening strawberry tarts. Zalena felt that tug of foreboding at the pit of her stomach again, but she attempted to ignore it as she turned to watch the proceedings, and sink her teeth into her newly acquired dessert.

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I've already sunk my teeth into a few roleplays but I thought it would be good to say hi!

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The War of Panitil

"Susuri, this is the very opposite of funny!" Zalena hissed through her teeth as she slunk along under the shadows cast by the surrounding squat buildings. A odd sound, like the faint tinkling of windchimes combined with a woman's laugh, rang in Zalena's ears. She felt a sudden coolness touch her neck, just below her left ear, and knew that Susuri was there, her miniature form obscured by Zalena's cascading dark curls. "You'll never learn to feel the form of things if you don't practice." the tinkling voice spoke with amusement.

"I don't mind learning. I just you hadn't decided to teach me using mother's amulet. You know she'll have my hide if it's lost." Zalena murmured, ducking her head under the hood of her gray cloak so that the two Yid soldiers passing by her would not notice her talking to herself. It hardly mattered, she mused, insanity had begun to dig its claws into Veganshi. Not a day passed without Zalena coming across someone mad from hunger, war or perhaps both. Susuri's melodic voice interrupted her thoughts.

"See, you are already distracted. Learning to see the form of things, not with your eyes but with the water surrounding you, is a vital skill. Your mother's trinket is in this alley. You must feel with the water surrounding us to find it. The water embraces everything, whether as liquid or as vapor or as ice."

"One of these days I'm going to stick you in a jar of brine." Zalena muttered shortly under her breath as she sidestepped a passing cart and went to stand by a stall of ripening fruit. She could not yet feel things around her while she was on the move, it required too much concentration of her. So Zalena had to find somewhere to stand still for a few minutes, which was always a bit conspicuous in a busy marketplace. She pretended to be very interested in a basket of browning apples. Her magical "feelers" reached out to the water around her. She was only strong enough to feel things in or around liquids. Vapor and ice were another matter entirely.

There were a few puddles, some buckets used for watering horses, and somebody had taken a piss by a clothing merchant. "If you put it in the piss, I swear-" Zalena began to growl.
"Just focus." Susuri chided by her ear, and Zalena felt a tiny tug at her earlobe. Her mouth twitched in irritation but she kept searching.

A tub of soapy laundry water, filled flasks attached to the hips of soldiers and hunters, and...
"You put it in stew? Are you daft?" Zalena hissed as she began walking away from the fruit stand. She heard the faintest chuckle, and the coolness at her neck suddenly disappeared. The flask at her waist became just a little bit heavier.
"Definitely putting you in brine." Zalena grumbled as she made her way to the very end of the alley, where there was a shabby stand at which a bony woman was selling bowlfuls of stew. Zalena approached the stand and fished out a coin from a small pocket on her belt. She handed it to the weary looking woman, who began to spoon some of the stew into a clay bowl. "Uh- pardon me but may I?" Zalena interrupted her. The woman looked at her quizzically but seemed too tired to bother with asking any questions and relented the ladle. Zalena used her ability to feel out where the amulet was within the small cauldron of murky brown liquid, then carefully scooped it into her bowl. "Thank you!" she handed the ladle back before scurrying off, her prize warming her hands.

Zalena found a spot in the shadows and crouched down, her plain maroon dress puddling around her feet. She fished a golden amulet out of the lumpy contents of her bowl, rubbed it clean and slipped it under the neckline of her dress so that the amulet was ensconced between her breasts and secured by her corset. As she left the alley Zalena handed the still full bowl to a haggard beggar slumped at the side of the road. He looked at her with bewilderment for a moment, then began to slurp down the contents of the bowl.

Zalena glanced at him with pity in her amber eyes before walking away. Her father had called Veganshi a city of opportunity, but all Zalena had seen so far was poverty, unrest and illness. The last part was what hurt Zalena the most. Every day she came across those who were diseased or wounded or crippled. Her hands itched to use her magic and mend them, but her father had explicitly forbidden her from doing so. Attracting that kind of attention was unwise, and could lead to unpleasant consequences, he had warned her. Zalena understood what he meant, but it did not alleviate the pain she felt every time she passed somebody she knew was suffering from some malady. She gave her head a small shake, as if this would be enough to dispel the disquiet in her head.

Now that she was done with Susuri's little lesson of the day Zalena decided she deserved a small treat before heading home to tend to her chores. She still had a little money left in her belt, and she knew from extensive experience that it would be enough to purchase her monthly pastry filled with sweet clotted cream. Mouth watering already at the prospect of such a reward, Zalena turned the corner and began to make her way to the bakery in the town square.

Finders Keepers: Band of Thieves

Sarina lifted an eyebrow questioningly as he asked if she had been starstruck, wondering if he was serious. Realizing he was, she gave a soft laugh. He was obviously a big fan of himself, which was fine really. Confidence in oneself was probably a great boon in his profession.

"None of those, I'm afraid. I don't have the formidable skills needed for that kind of work. My talents lie in taking stolen goods, and bringing it to people who are willing to part with a good deal of money for it. Usually these people are the ones working in the shadows, in secret places. But I find them and befriend them. And if they're my friends, and I am a friend of the guild, they'll be the guild's friends. So if you find some pretty gems or other valuables during your robberies, I can find buyers, and instead of shiny rocks the guild then has gold. Much more useful." she paused to flag down the pretty barmaid and politely asked for a glass of claret before turning back to Jarret.

"Sadly, I will probably never see as much action as the rest of you will, which I'm fine with since my stabbing skills aren't all that great. What's your weapon of choice, by the way?" she asked before taking a sip of the heady red liquid in her glass.