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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Unfortunately I likely won't be able to really post too much until sometime next week. Won't have internet access for a few days since I'm moving across state lines so feel free to not wait on me too much.
Despite his newfound skill with a blade, he was still just that new. He might be able to perfectly copy moves, but that also meant it was more difficult to perfectly adapt them. His blade would make a near perfect swipe to copy Nobunaga’s deflection earlier. The hunter would grunt as his strike would miss, but before Novak’s blade could make an attempt at the hunters neck he’d find the other end of the spear slamming into his face, the hunter quickly having adjusted the blow, interrupting Novak’s strike and sending the blade missing its target.
His opponent wouldn’t take long to make another strike, aiming the haft of the spear to his chest.
Nobunaga would fair a bit better in her endeavors. The main threat was the fact his target was indeed, Enli and not his assailant. Her katana would dig into the ground, a flurry of snow and dirt flying up into the air...but perhaps it was less effective than she’d want. The hunter would grimace, vision obscured by the powdery mist...but he’d release the arrow all the same.
It’d whizz through the air.
There was a shout of surprise.
The hunter couldn’t react in time to deflect, and Nobunaga’s blade would strike true. Head severed from his body.
That just left Novak’s assailant.
“I’m...fine!” Enli would shout, if one happened to look he was clearly, well, alive. It seemed the arrow might have just grazed him.
The deer, eager to help, would attempt to do so in the most helpful way it could potentially figure out. At first it would take the shoot into its mouth, biting down and breaking it that way (and attempting to feel a bit clever by eating some in the process), but realizing that it was maybe not quite what Misaki seemed to want.
So it would instead take a few bamboo shoots and dragging them to the ground, where it would attempt stomping on them with its hooves...though it left much to be desired either way, since it was still a foal its legs didn’t have quite the kicking power to do more than crush it. Troubled by its seeming inability to help, the deer would pout for a few seconds, before seeming to get some sort of idea...where it would grab one it had previously attempted to cut, place it on the ground and hold it there between its hooves.
It would bend its neck down.
Inhale.
And…
thwump
...a small gust of wind would hit the bamboo shoot and cause it to fly into the air and proceed to land right on Misaki’s head. Seemed like the deer may possess some minor ability to control the wind as its parent seemed to? Curious to note, but didn’t help Misaki much right now, but if she was fine with it crushing them with its mouth or hooves, he’d gladly do it.
“Hmm...I’d say we should split up, but you’d probably end up zombie food.” Elisette would reply with a grin. “I guess if there were anyone left, they’d probably be hold up in the largest building here...which would be this one! And I can open doors like this easy.” Considering she had enough physical prowess to literally throw a giant three times her size, she probably could.
Which was why it was comical when it’d fail completely. Elisette would slam her foot into the door, only to find that it wouldn’t give way at all.
“Eh! What gives this is weird I can normally knock down the doors to Rheanne’s bedroom easily and this isn’t even half as sturdy looking.” While Elisette would consider why she’d find hearself at a loss for what to do, Nicholas perhaps might find it a good idea to look into what he’d suggest himself.
The windows for the most part had been boarded up it seemed. Long planks of wood, or what looked like large pieces of furniture blocking the interior side. There were only a few small gaps that he could even use to see inside. It was when he was passing one of these gaps, he’d see a hooded figure peering out, right at him.
“Get away from the windows…!” A quiet, shout from within as the young man was pulled away from the window. Seemed there were definitely still people alive here.
“Oh...uhm, its nothing.” Lecua would reply. “Its...uhm...just...why do you keep Octavia around?” The elf would ask, frowning. “I-I mean I guess she’s useful but...isn’t she dangerous? She could turn on you any second, couldn’t she?” The small elf would look to the hound, who’d only tilt its head quizzically as if it was confused that she was being addressed. “I’ve just...never met one that is so well behaved, and w-well...I don’t...want to make you concerned but...” Leuca would frown, seeming a bit conflicted as the elf would scoot a bit away from Augusta. “Uhm, nevermind, it's not important. You wanted to tell me something, though?”
It was clear the girls uncomfortable demeanor definitely stemmed from Octavia in some fashion. Even throughout their entire journey so far, Augusta might recall the girl had been rather uncomfortable around the pup most of the time.
The blade while it wouldn’t flex from simply pinching the blade, it certainly felt softer than steel. A chalky, hard smoother substance perhaps similar to lead or graphite. No doubt while it was good at its job of cutting, it would likely fail with prolonged exposure against proper steel. It was hard to tell how well, without proper experience or striking it directly.
What was easier to tell, perhaps, was Sorcha’s response to Isidore’s request.
“Me?” Her mouth curled into a smirk, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, clearly amused. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone so forward. Most elves lack the...courage, to. Not that I blame them and If I weren’t so busy, I might take you up on that offer.” The woman would turn her attention to Isidore’s halberd, her own hand drawing the blade at her side from its sheath in a relaxed, self assured manner.
“To be perfectly honest Isidore, you and Augusta both intrigue me, and not for good reasons.” The mirth would fade from both her visage and voice as she’d narrow her eyes. “Its humorous how you think I’d need two strikes to kill, though.” If Isidore blinked, he’d miss what would happen next.
A crackling of energy, Sorcha briefly disappearing, and then seemingly reappearing right in front of him.
The swordswoman would already be poised to strike, having crossed the distance in such a short amount of time in such little movement he'd have barely any time to react. The only tell he had of something happening, was the crackling of electrical energy as Sorcha would take a step forward, already having swiftly moved past the effective range of his halberd, with her own blade aiming for his neck.
“Eh? Really? Fine, I accept. I’ll ask Mie. But if you’re going to impress her, you have to take initiative on your own.” the fox would seemingly then run off, heading back to where Mie was currently waiting for Malphas to return with news of a successful delivery. Upon his return to the longhouse, Bolcha would accept the gift readily, taking the bottle of alcohol with a careful hand and place it on a nearby chair as he'd nod.
"You have my thanks. I don't really know what's going on. I keep my head down and myself to my work, but Enli has said the hunters may be working with the Illuminator for something...he didn't specify what, though." He shook his head. "Something about his death being used to make it look like the Kyrnith did it."
while he was moving to the location where he had assumed Akando would be - the hunter would find himself engaged in something he'd consider a surprising turn of events. A dagger, had barely missed his throat. The hunter would later recount that it seemed as though time had slowed, just long enough for him to avoid recieving a fatal wound from a surprise source...but that was just the adreanaline, likely talking.
"...Hm. Missed."
Standing in front of him was the familiar face of Soyala, behind her, several more hunters...and several dead dear carcasses - dozens of them, from the look of it.
"I don't know how you avoided that, but consider yourself lucky."
"Soyala...You were always a good huntress. I didn't care much whether or not the others of you worshipped some god as long as it kept the village and forest safe. Whatis the meaning of this?"
"Surviving. Come on, Akando. Surely you understand?"
"We're not supposed to hunt this far in. All I understand doing this is going to anger the Kyrnith more - " Before he could even finish the sentence, a loud, shrill call of a deer could be heard, and just as quick as a gust of wind the Beast would appear at the edge of the grove. It would say nothing, merely gaze at its deceased kin, slaughtered for no reason - not even for that of survival - just for sport, it would seem.
And this was the scene Donovan would arrive upon - the hunters were indeed, about to face the wrath of this beast, and Akando was likely to be caught in the crossfire.
"Uhmu?" Kokoma would tilt her head quizzically, helping Sefira onto her mount. It was brief, but she was fairly certain she heard 'Sefira' mention another name. Takeyamat? No, that didn't make any sense. Takeyama? That was a better sounding name-
Wait. Oh. that's why this adorable girl was being all nervous.
"Pfft-" Kokoma held a hand over her mouth, stifling laughter. Oh that was great! This adorable little kid, ahaahah! Realistically something like that wouldn't be uncommon in mmo's and stuff, but it was probably still rather disorienting to just suddenly find yourself genderbent. Hmhm...well, she could say something, but where would the fun be in that for now? No, she'd wait a minute and catch her off guard when she least expected it. "Well, nice to meet ya 'Sefira'. Don't worry your cute little ears over anything, you're safe with me~"
Somehow, she'd probably get the feeling she was the opposite of safe.
"Alrighty! Lets go monster hunting! Yahooo~! Keep your legs inside the vehicle at all times, and your arms wrapped firmly around Kokoma's waist unless you wanna be knocked off~!" With a howl of excitement, her mount too would bound towards the outskirts of the city. While most of the monsters seemed to have been dealt with near the center, it'd probably be a good idea to make sure there was nothing left around the less traveled parts of the city.
Kokoma would heft the spear over her shoulder, the banner tied to it waving gently as she would watch the harpies meet their demise. The blast of magical energy was quite impressive. So the little elf was a mage, huh? Kokoma would then walk up to the harpy, smiling in a fairly...overly friendly manner as she'd twirl the spear, and whack the harpy on the butt with the hilt of the spear.
"Go on, get outta here! Attack this place again and well...ehehe, I suppose having another harpy as my pet would be fun~" She might have under other circumstances, made an attempt to befriend or 'tame' the harpy, as it were, but for now she just wanted to figure out what was going on other than well...being attacked by monsters and what not. So after delivering that ultimatum to the harpy, the Shenke would turn back towards Sefira.
"Wah...heey, you're actually pretty awesome, huuuh~?" Kokoma would walk over to Sefira. "Dunno why you were so nervous." That just left what else to do now, though. She supposed she should go after the harpies, huh? Didn't want them to get away...well, luckily she could easily chase after them, couldn't she? "What'cha gonna do now?" Kokoma would ask as she'd watch the harpies flee. Lets see...normally in game 'calling' her mounts was done with just a skill, and the animation of a whistle...so maybe if...
Whatever Sefira would respond with, Kokoma would put her hand to her lips, a sharp, high pitched whistle echoing through the area...a few seconds would pass, before one could hear the sound of...hoofbeats? Well, not really hooves, but it was close. From down the street, Sefira could perhaps see something a bit odd. More monsters? A large, horse like creature covered in tough, hard leathery skin and a rocky hide. Kokoma didn't seem too concerned as it'd run up, nearly knocking over Sefira as it'd run up to Kokoma and start nuzzling her.
"Wah-H-hey down boy! Ahaha, so you are here!" The monster would huff affirmatively. "Tatl and Teel doing alright?" Another huff of confirmation. "Great! Anyways," She'd hop onto the monsters back with a surprisingly swift motion. She would then, look down to Sefira with a grin and hold out a hand. "I can give ya a ride, but the fee is gonna be your name~"
“Tch!” The hunter that had fired the arrow frowned as the shot missed. Indeed, it seemed they had been hoping for the element of surprise. The spear wielding hunter would act as predictably as Nobunaga had expected. He’d strike out with his spear, the blow deflected by the petite girls upwards strike.
It seemed like she was not the only one without tricks up their sleeves though.
Nobunaga’s blade would sever flesh from bone, cleanly cutting through the hunters right arm. He’d stumble back, seeming shocked but they were trained hunters and while they may not have had the skill perhaps as trained samurai, they still possessed a few tricks. His remaining hand would pull a small hunting knife from his belt, striking towards Nobunaga’s own arm, but her katana would soon strike out, severing his remaining fight regardless of whether she managed to block it or not.
“Nngh-ghh...” He’d grunt in pain, falling to his knees and soon to the ground. A swift, brutal execution...leaving only the Archer and the third hunter with fighting capably. He was still alive, for now, if he didn't die from blood loss any time soon.
Novak would watch this brutal display briefly. Nobunaga’s skilled movements, every muscle she’d move to make them. They were fairly simple strikes, but the technique involved was unquestioned, requiring both a trained hand and sharp mind. Time would seem to slow, momentarily, as he’d watch her movements against the hunter. Deflect. Upward Strike.
...it seemed like he could easily replicate those movements now, after having seen this, and a few other people make similar movements.
Skill Acquired: Martial training (Novice) Denotes a skill with swordsmanship and martial ability. You do not possess any formal training, yet you have the ability to at least know the pointy end goes in the opponent and how to avoid injuring yourself with it. While you won’t be beating any trained swordsman yet, you can probably make use of most standard bladed weapons.
This perhaps, reveal was certainly coming at a good time. The second hunter had decided to entirely ignore Nobuanga, making a beeline for Enli, only stopping when Novak had gotten in his path. The hunter would thrust the spear he was wielding forward.
The archer was perhaps, the most problematic person here. After seeing the first arrow miss, he’d move his attention to their real target - Enli. In the time Nobunaga had dispatched the first hunter, the archer was already knocking a second and seemed as though he was aiming towards the village Chief.
Thankfully no more ill fortune befell her, and it was a fairly calm walk back. The deer for now, seemed intent on following Misaki around. It would follow her from the place where she was picking bamboo, back to the treeline where the village was located. The deer would hesitate, slowing to a walk as Misaki would pass from forest to village. It’d take it a few moments...but eventually it seemed to work up the courage to follow her.
On her way back to lazhira’s house, she’d spot the girl leaving just a few second before she arrived. She didn’t seem particularly happy, judging from her facial expression but she didn’t say anything to Misaki unless spoken too first. She’d drop everything off just inside before she’d scurry off and find the tools to work with.
A knife would be easy - Lazhira had several for cooking and cutting, and would easily let her use those. Failing that she could likely just ask another villager to borrow one. They were still perfectly friendly and willing to help. A large piece of cloth was a bit more difficult to find, but Lazhira would let her have what seemed to be an old dress of hers. After a few modifications, it made for a fairly useful cloth. A container was easier - a large pot could be found in many places where food could be found.
Seeing her run around, the deer seemed to want to help more, but was unsure what Misaki was attempting to do so it would stand near the doorway, looking back and forth vaguely asking if it could ‘help’.
It seemed Lazhira would move from the front of the house to some distance away, closer to the sea. Seemed she wanted to be away from everyone else.
Food would be easy to make, if Narkissa or Leannah wished. Lazhira would indeed let them use anything she wished, though she seemed a bit put off, unsettled, or like she wished to be alone even if she did help. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere, thinking of other things in a fairly distracted manner. They may even find Misaki rummaging about for materials to attempt making something, but for now everything seemed...relatively calm. They were probably safe and welcome to rest here as long as they’d need too, especially Leannah. Narkissa would find she’d have plenty of time to read the book she picked up, or work on getting a wooden frame together. How well she’d to the latter though, remained to be seen.
The zombies were as relentless as one might have assumed of some undead creatures. Nicholas could at least, do a decent enough job of keeping himself from becoming zombie food. It seemed he was a fair bit stronger than these run of the mill undead, and shoving them away was fairly easy...though he’d pick up a few scrapes here and there, but it was probably nothing to worry about.
“Almost there!” Elisette would shout, evading a lunge from another two zombies that had attempted to pincer her. “Nngh...looks like there’s some sort of big house over there! Large steeple!” She’d shout. It was a fairly obvious structure - the largest one in the village made completely of stone...it looked vaguely like a small church one may find in some countryside somewhere with a large rectangular main room, and several smaller ones branching off from the side.
Thankfully it was near the edge of the village and they’d be able to get to it easily. That meant they just had to get inside.
“...guh! The doors are locked! - huh?” As the pair would draw near the village, something a bit curious would seem to happen. The zombies chasing them would slowly withdraw, stopping their chase and merely standing, seemingly watching as they’d near the large church. In fact, they hadn't come past the villages perimeter at all. “...t-they’re...not going to follow us?”
It seemed very much like it. Elisette would slow to a halt in front of the church's doors, breathing heavily as she’d gaze out over the snowfield. At least it would afford them to get a good look at the village - much of it had already been claimed by what was likely heavy snowfall but aside from that the various wooden buildings also looked abandoned for quite awhile.
“Nnh...doors locked.” Elisette said with a frown. “Okay, uhm...we should see if we can find someone. There should still be people left alive here...though it...doesn’t look good.” Seemed heavy snowfall recently had removed most traces of anyone living here in the village.
“I...can’t believe...I’m doing this.” Nesherit would say with a mildly concerned tone. “Oh...what will...they all think? Augusta are you sure some ancient Prince of the Sirithen dressed like this?” He’d ask, feeling extremely self conscious about his current attire. They were off to meet his mother again, but had been told to wait temporarily outside of the main hall.
“Hmm,? Of course. Probably.” Augusta mentioned as they stood. “Well, regardless, I think you’re looking pretty cute.” She looked her princes-- Prince, up and down, making a few tiny adjustments here and there, making sure he looked the cutest he could. “Plus, you’re the Prince. If they say anything mockingly, it’s off with their heads. Especially since it’d be slander because you have quite a cute look about you.” Augusta tried to make the ‘off with their heads’ part an obvious joke.
“You can’t just...off with their heads because I’m the prince...you know what forget it.” He’d sigh. “And I mean, I guess? Being cute isn’t really...what a prince should be though...” Still, he didn’t say no or seem to fight it in the end, and Augusta could tell he was at least mildly enjoying the look, even if he didn’t entirely want to admit it. Their conversation would come to an end as they would soon be let into the throne room once more. Aside from a few curious glances, the prince seemed to not be attracting too much attention.
There was a very good question if they even recognized him.
Regardless, they’d make their way to the throne. The Queen would remain silent as they’d approach the throne, only responding to Augusta and her son once they were where they should be in front of her.
“Hmm? I do not recall having a daughter.”
“M-mother...”
“Pfft, ahaha, sorry dear I have to tease you just a little.” The queen would reply, looking over her son. He was dressed in a style most other reincarnation would say was a chinese dress. A bright regal red with elegant gold trimmings, perfectly fitted to his body. A slit had been cut open around his thighs, with long stockings adorning his legs with elegant shoes upon his feet. His hair had been done up in a braided ponytail. “You look good, Nesherit. I take it Augusta helped you with this?”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Augusta said, putting her left hand over her heart and giving a light bow. “I thought Prince Nesherit would look absolutely stunning in a cute outfit. I was right, of course, though he complained a dress would be hard to move in so I thought of this.” The other-worlder cleared her throat. “I apologize for bringing His Highness here dressed as so, but I thought you would want to see, Your Majesty.”
“Ahah, well thank you. It is indeed, refreshing to see my son at least getting along with someone and spending more time with the people instead of with his training, or books.” She’d say, smiling. “Though...I am curious. You did mention to him, my proposal?” A quick change of subject right to business, it seemed.
“Augusta did.” The prince would reply with a small sigh. “I still can’t believe you suggested that.”
“And? Then what did you decide?”
“I have thought on it. It sounds a fine proposal to me.” Augusta declared, “So long as Prince Nesherit is not against it, I agree to your proposal, Your Majesty.” She gave the queen a confident smile. “Though I must confess, if we go through with this proposal, I might become addicted to dressing Prince Nesherit up like this.” She seemed a small bit apologetic for that.
“Aha, I don’t think you should worry too much about that...then very well. I’ll need to make a formal announcement, as well as contacting Tamaln...mhm, but for now, you we should discuss a few things.” The queen would stand, seemingly a bit excited for this development. “Ah, if only your father was still around...ah, he’d find this hilarious.” She’d chuckle. “Well, then...come with me. We should talk in private, the three of us.”
“I suppose this is about the party coming soon.”
“Indeed, my son. Its partly why I invited Augusta to be my partner.”
“...you were going to announce we were getting married whether she agreed or not, weren’t you?”
“Now now, no need to go speculating things like that.” The queen replied with a light chuckle.
“So that’s a yes.” Augusta said, not planning on hiding her saying so to the woman. She’d know anyhow. “Well then. Shall we?” Augusta mentioned to the Prince. “This should be a fun discussion, shouldn’t it?” She wasn’t quite sure of the etiquette but, she assumed there would be a small bit similar to her old world. Still, maybe she’ll see how this Prince of hers would react. She raised her hand to Nesherit, hoping he’d take it.
The prince would place hands on his hips, sighing and shaking his head.
“Yes, lets shall we?” He’d say, ignoring the hand offered to him, following the Queen. Seemed he still wasn’t quite open to being so affectionate? Or perhaps he was just being stubborn. Soon Augusta would find themselves back in the Queens Garden, a pair of guards on patrol saluting as they passed as a servant would be asked to bring some snacks for the meeting. The queen would take a seat where she had earlier.
“Now, then.” She would begin. “We should discuss how we shall be presenting the two of you at the party.”
Well, Augusta could have anticipated the Prince ignoring her hand. As she and Nesherit entered the room, Augusta would recognize it as the one from earlier. “Presenting the two of us at the party? What exactly are we discussing? Dress? Actual introduction?”
“And here I thought you’d have the foresight to understand this.” The queen would say with a small frown.
“What mother means, Augusta, is that well...I’m suddenly getting engaged to a princess of the Sirithen. People are going to want to talk to us. You’re going to need proper etiquette...both in Urutha and Sirithen mannerisms, as well as be able to predictably speak of the king and Tamaln if they ask. Those sorts of things. We’ll need to discuss how exactly we’ll be handling that.”
“Oh, etiquette? Just teaching me every little thing. It’s not the first time I’ve learned etiquette from other cultures.” Augusta said without missing a beat. “My mind is a steel trap for this kind of thing. I was under the impression this party was only to have Urutha or would I be mistaken? If so, would there be a need to learn Sirithen etiquette at the moment? Any dances?”
“Well, Augusta dear,” The queen would respond. “There won’t be any - aside from Sorcha and Leuca, but make no mistake the others of the shadow would definitely wish to pry for answers, to see if you’re indeed, the real deal...and whether or not you’d be a capable leader.”
“Dances, likely no.” Nesherit would respond. “Truthfully, it likely wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to spend to long speaking with them. So we’ll teach you the basics, and how we’ll introduce you, let you speak and interact a little, before leaving so that we don’t look too suspicious.”
“Which is fair I suppose… Given the relatively short time I’m assuming I have before the party.” Augusta mentioned, looking at the Queen with the slightest amount of concern on her face.. “Dare I ask when this is suppose to be?”
“Four days, to be exact.” The queen would say with a nod of her head. “Here, at the palace.”
"Oh? Good. Four days is more than enough time." Augusta claimed. "I'm going to be learning a lot in the next couple of days it seems. I was planning on asking Sorcha to teach me how to use a rapier since Isidore bought me one. Regardless though, where should we start?"
“Rapier, hm? Not a traditional Sirithen weapon, but I’m sure it will be fine.” The queen would say with a nod. “We’ll start by having Sorcha drill you in Sirithen customs. You should especially learn of the Geas and their Ancestral worship, bloodlines, and the Fey they worship. Ask Sorcha about it tomorrow, I shall speak with her in private tonight - but both of those things are integral if you wish to pass yourself off as a true Sirithen.”
“I do know about the Geas a small bit. But ancestral worship, bloodlines and Fey… I’ll remember that. I suppose I’ll talk to her after the magic lesson with Rullphana. There are plenty of things to do in the next four days.” Augusta mentioned, trying to plan her schedule in her head. “Is that all for tonight then, Your Majesty?”
“I would urge you to speak to her sooner rather than later, but that is indeed all for this evening.” The queen would say with a soft smile. “Unless you wish to spend it with my son for the night?”
“I refuse.” Nesherit waid with a small sigh.
Augusta gave a small smile and a shrug, “I suppose that settles it for that. Jokes aside, I do plan on doing the lesson with Rullphana, eating and then asking Sorcha those questions. I’ll keep in mind to keep moving on.” She cleared her throat and gave the two royals a small bow. “Until we next time, Your Majesty. Prince Nesherit.” Then she turned and left the room. She was getting used to this palace at this point.
Augusta would wander through the halls of the palace, eventually reaching the rooms that had been prepared for them. It seemed like both Sorcha and Isidore were still out despite the growing lateness. Leuca though, would easily be found in her room she was sharing with the other woman. Octavia was following along quietly behind.
“Oh. Hello Augusta.” Leuca would say as she’d let the other Sirithen into her room. “If you’re looking for Sorcha, she’s inspecting the armory...I don’t envy the Shadow Elf guards...she’s going to drill them really, really, hard. Her training is erm, a special kind of brutal...” The young Elf would walk over to the bed and sat on it, seemingly a bit nervous as she’d glance to Octavia who would tilt her head quizzically in response.
It thankfully would have only taken Raelzeth a handful of moments to come running back, extremely flustered. A brief exchange later, and she’d hopefully leave with the seed, though there was nothing stopping Isidore from not giving it back if he so wished.
Finding Sorcha was a bit more difficult. She wasn’t in her room, nor anywhere in the guest areas. After a bit of hunting and maybe asking a guard or two, he’d finally find her in the palace’s Armory. The blond warrior woman was seemingly doing something she did very well - inspecting the palaces weapons and armor. Apparently she had also antagonized a few of the palace guards, too which they were all to happy to complain about.
No doubt they didn’t like the fact they were going to be trained by, and training with someone from Tamaln.
The woman was currently inspecting a red blade, frowning lightly.
“Finely made, but...hm, weaker than traditional blades. Soft material...but allows for magic to flow better through it...heh, fascinating.” She was talking to herself, it seemed. “Hm...oh, Isidore. Here to inspect the weaponry? Or here to talk about payments for services?” She’d ask, placing a red colored blade back where it rested upon its rack. “...or were you curious about my skills in particular?”
“Materials.” Bolcha would reply. “Provisions. You all have a long journey home, and she’s no stranger to performing favors for those things. Money, too, if she wants it. All the profits that I have.” He seemed serious about stating that. It was likely he didn’t have much in the way of that to start with, but to make that sort of offer he had to have a lot of faith in this rumor, and deeply value Enli’s friendship. “Do what you need, I’m sure she’ll send someone later.”
With that in mind, Nomura would leave the longhouse, towards where the little fox had scampered off too. It was fairly easy to find them, sitting just under the window.
“You’re holding onto that pretty tightly.” The fox would comment, seemingly speaking directly to Nomura’s mind. “Aren’t you a delivery boy? Are you gonna steal it? I wouldn’t drink it, if you do. A deer might get its revenge.” The fox would rub its face with a paw. “You work for Mie now, don’t you? Eheh, that means we’ll be friends, huh? You should get me a fish since you stole my lunch the other day.”
It did not seem like the fox wanted anything important.
“Don’t be so surprised I know who you are. Ayumi is Mie's extra eyes and ears and totally reliable nin-messenger!~” She'd yawn.
A hard fought victory was it, then? The humans slowly fell before them, their defenses slowly crumbling against their assault. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she'd finish off another one of the humans that had stood before them. Laughter would reach her ears. Alasayana would turn her head towards the horned man, watching as he would grab O'Menus. It looked like he had been defeated, and yet, it seemed as though one of them was willing to make quite a display of foolish, misplaced zealotry.
She didn't exactly know what he was doing, but her instincts were telling her it was bad.
The Huntress would move swiftly, ignoring any of the still remaining humans around her. Even if she didn't like O'Menus, they had all been brought here for a reason. Until that reason came to light, having him die or become gravely injured would be a detriment. She would use her tails to push herself off the ground, covering the last few meters in a powerful leap towards the pair. Once close enough, one would latch onto O'Menus' waist. Another two would grab the horned man roughly, digging their fangs into his body.
"You can thank me later." Alasayana would say towards O'menus in the brief second she had. Her feet hit the ground, where she'd pivot and pull the two apart, flinging the sun God in one direction, and the horned man in the other. She couldn't be certain how powerful whatever he was doing was about to be, so she wanted to make sure he was as far away as she could get him. Thus, she would fling him with as much force as she could muster from her two tails in a direction away from the rest of the gods. If nothing else then, her tails would take the brunt of what the resulting action would be.
Agh, she was really going to make sure that priestess knew the value of her tails after this! Really, putting them through the wringer like this after waking, the nerve of that mortal! She should have at least had some good figs or Pears to offer...hmph~
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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