Mysaren

The Blue Moon Tavern

<Snipped quote by Mysaren> Well, Rimau is actually pretty short. But if Mysaren feels like acting as bait (or just summoning zombies that act as bait), I'm sure he'd be down with it. I mean, he can't exactly shoot through walls.

@HHShetland

Haha, sounds good to me. She's fine with making some zombie bait.

The Blue Moon Tavern

I hope I get a mission buddy. <:/

@HHShetland

Mysaren would be down for that. A huge lizard guy and a necromancer thief who hears horrible muttering in her head when someone near her is about to die. What could go wrong?

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Mysaren nodded. Yes, she just wanted to show concern for Historia, that's all. She had seen too many good kids lose everything just because they got a bit too hopeful. "I just don't wish to be rude, Historia," She said after a while, her voice low and dark, "just remember that bad things can happen to good people. Watch out for yourself. At least you have me now, yeah?" At the last sentence, she grinned again, sighing and watching the patrons of the bar. "A tour?" She said, considering the possibility. Yes, a tour would be very nice. All she knew about was the tavern and the graveyard, but knowing of the other houses and buildings, especially a shop to sell her wares, would be very useful to know about. Especially anywhere she could run to in case of trouble, or in case that she needed to grab a lot of items and get the hell out of town, which had happened a few times. The guards would be called, she would grab everything she can within the nearest big house she could find, and she fled, never to be seen again. Mysaren paid little attention to the fight about to start, even when Historia got involved. She could say with about 90% accuracy that no one would've died from the fight, at least not within the first while of it. Historia handled it surprisingly well, in a more diplomatic way than she would've. Historia spoke and Mysaren looked at her. "Uhm, tour around town, things like that. That would be very useful, thank you, Historia." She didn't like that she was making friends at this point. Friends just kept her in town longer, and if she wasn't on the move constantly, someone would finally catch up to her, and thus ends the story of Mysaren. Mysaren looked up as Azzrix introduced himself, raising an eyebrow and watching him carefully. "Mysaren. Pleasure." She said rather bluntly, something off about the man in front of her. He seemed shady to her, and she didn't exactly feel like trusting him right now. Ah, what the hell, benefit of the doubt, right? She still looked wary as he spoke. "Thank you for the drinks, Azzrix, but tell me, what business did you have in mind?"

The Blue Moon Tavern

Alright, sounds good~

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Hey, I'm sorry I didn't like, post at all yesterday, I had some family stuff to deal with and couldn't be online. If anyone could provide a recap or anything about my character/anything big and plot important that I missed, that'd be great. Thank you!

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I'll be home sometime soon, so I can post in 2-3 hours. If anyone's interacting with my character, be kind :P I have school, and so I may not be on for a while most days.

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Alright, I'll have to be getting off for the rest of the night. I'll be back on at about 3 pm EST tomorrow.

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The music playing was magic, Mysaren could tell that much. At least, it made her feel irrationally... angry. Courageous. She wanted to fight and argue against almost everyone near her. She swallowed her anger and clenched her fists, gritting her teeth impatiently. She wanted to bash in the head of that idiot that was playing the music that made her feel weird, she wanted to fight the orc that was standing across the room, she wanted to use her sword on the useless rat beside her that was blowing smoke all over the place. She had the courage to do it now, but didn't, she resisted her urges. Who let this moron play music like this in a tavern? Mysaren let a grin tug at the side of her mouth as she listened to Historia, shaking her head slightly. "Sorry for uhm, the advice, Historia," She said, letting her dark blue eyes scan over Historia again. She wished she could be like that, naive and carefree. "It's just that, well, where I come from, telling people hopes and dreams is kinda a death wish. I didn't mean to offend you, of course." She still didn't feel comfortable telling anyone where she was from, but her accent probably clued them in that she wasn't from around these parts. "Not much. I would like to know where maybe I could sell a few family heirlooms. " She said. Mysaren was also well aware of how a good lie worked. One, you never added too much detail unless questioned. Too many details, and you look suspicious, it seems to well thought out. Two, you practice, like Mysaren had been for most of her life. She had been to too many cities, met too many people in skeevy taverns and bars to not know how to lie. She didn't like lying anymore, though, but this was a necessary evil, at least to her. She needed money, and no one would want some piss poor necromancer freak to work for them.

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I noticed something, people mention that Historia is weird looking, but is it the wings, the goggles or both (cause I noticed that it depends really on who's speaking what they point out)

@onenote

I'd assume wings.