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In Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
D'angelo Schultz





@CitrusArms

The chubby individual floated downward, humming with hands bopping against knees as he went. Shortly after reaching the ground; before he could try to find the others, when the voice of a young woman reached his ears.

The golden cloud would shift and turn without any need of indication or sign until D'angelo had been facing Trinity followed with that ever-friendly big smile of his." Oh! Hey there!"

"mmm-afternoo... oon?, is this the guild hall? My name's Trinity, I'm looking for mage work." She didn't see a guild mark on this guy, either it was hidden or he wasn't with this guild, "Are they recruiting, do you know?"

Listening to the woman, introduced as Trinity and her questions; waiting till she was done to clap his hands." This is indeed the guild-hall hah-hah!" He exclaimed with an excited laugh at the prospect of another possible friend." Though I can't say for certain if they're recruiting still, but no harm in asking, yeah? I mean, I'm not part of the guild, myself but- Ah, you don't want to hear the ramblings of a stranger." Waving away the potential rambling of his.

" Great to meet ya. Name's D'angelo Schultz! And now we're not strangers!" A toothy grin and friendly thumbs up given in greeting alongside his name." And this gold-"

A sudden yelp as the cloud suddenly spun around until D'angelo was sitting upside against the cloud leaving Trinity with a view of Nimbus fnow floating head level." Ppbbt pbut... Nimbus! Give a headsup next time!" The pudgy male muttered out, spitting his shirt from his mouth, all the while dangling upside down; a faint rumbling from the cloud as if it was laughing. Having had its fun, the cloud spun to have him sitting upright like normal.

A soft yet clearly audible thump could be heard as D'angelo bobbed his golden companion with a small indent of knuckles left behind." O-one moment. Still dizzy here." A quick shake of the head and rub of the forehead." Guess you already met Nimbus. Sorry about that, this cheeky cloud likes messing with me at the most random times." A tsk of the tongue and disapproving gaze aimed at the cloud he sat.

A shrug of the shoulders afterwards." Anywho, the guild's leader's name is Jenna, who should still be inside." Pondering to himself for a moment, arms folded across his chest." She's quite the large woman too so she will be easy to find!" Nodding his head in hopes he had been adequately helpful.

" Wish I could stick around to be of more help, but our group will be leaving for a job soon, but good luck with Jenna." Finishing just in time as the doors opened with the very group mentioned coming out.

Before moving to meet up with them, he skidded to a stop part-way to float close to Trinity." By the way, that is an awesome instrument! I'd love to hear you play sometimes." A double thumbs up as Nimbus floated backwards to where the others were; letting him have his funny departure, the cloud did owe him.

With an excited double fist-pump." Alright! Let's go." D'angelo cheered before setting off towards the train station?!

" Ooooh a train! *gasp* ooh ooh! Guys! Can I try racing the train with Nimbus? Please please please?!" Asked the chubby male, both hands clasped together in a pleading manner.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












After a somewhat longer trip than normal due to his poor direction sense or lack of a constant guide, Tristan wound his way to the back of the building. He made his way onto the patio to be hold a most chaotic sight. A pure bedlam of overworked and overstressed staff workers running about frantically. All the while, the voice of a somewhat older man barking out orders and insults in a manner all too familiar.

For most others, such a minefield of accidents or incidents could occur by the smallest misstep, but for Tristan it was like he was back at home. Or more precise; one of the many any countless galas he had visited thanks to his status and light modeling. Sometimes having even helped put together some galas.

He did absolutely horrid. And it was downright awful to go through too and for that he could feel the rather sharply dressed gentleman's frustrations.

He almost caught glimpse of the flowers right by the two men...wait two? His eyes then went wide with an awed shock as they rested on the elderly chap.* N-No way!?* He mentally screamed in a panic; suddenly ducking down, his back against the patio and all the while his hair was frantically fussing with his hair.

* I was told there was a vip...but...but no one said such a legend would be here too?!* Of all days to skip a quick groom sesh! I'm hardly looking my best and these clothes!* The fretting teen scrambled into his pack pulling out his compact make-up kit using the mirror to inspect and clean his face. Some final touches and tweaks to the hair.

* Ugh, there's only so much even I can do under these intense circumstances....but it will have to do.* The teen closed the compact with a begrudging snap, slipping it back into the pack.

Standing up where he would take a few moments to take some deep breaths.* You've been nearly attacked by some brutish she-beast and caught an egg thief. I can do this.* He started to think with some confidence; adjusting and fixing the wrinkles out from his shirt.

Turning on his heels only to finally see and realize the flowers were right next to the two gentleman.

Said confidence waivered as he found himself leaning against the railing of the patio.* Oh bloody hell! The field I can handle...* But to have to initiate his plan right in front of the man whose good side he absolutely must get on. Now having to avoid embarrassing himself in front of one of his idols?

Curse whatever cruel unseen force to concoct such a test.

Sharply inhaled." Ok..Ok, yeah. I think I'm gonna need a moment." He exhaled slowly.

"No, you dull edge of a Slowpoke I told you to hang the lights higher up! Are you trying to blind our guests? And you! Yes, I mean you, you Rhyhorn brained idiot! The tables must be arranged as so! Do you want them to be sandwiched together? And where in the hell is my cup of tea?!"

The man's complaints could be heard even among all running workers. Taking note of each of these, his eyes opening and now properly paying attention. He could see the mistakes made; it was clear a number of the staff were either rookies or simply too tired; combined with the man's barking intensity adding stress.

" Phew...Ok. Time to do the one thing I hate.... put in effort." A pinch of his cheek to shake himself out of his self-imposed jitters.

From here, Tristan would come to do the most unexpected thing as he stepped down from the patio. He moved to take control; starting by assisting the those struggling with light placements." Excuse me, I see you all are having a bit of hard time. May?"

With grace, Tristan stepped onto the footstool where he lifted the lights till it was at the best angle to get the best lighting without being too overbearing or blinding. Demonstrating the opportune height a few more times before stepping down.

Making sure they got it correct before moving on to deal with the table situation.

A shake of the head at seeing how miserably close they were putting the tables together and the spaces of the chair were all wrong too.

Stepping over." Apologies, I know you are all quite agitated and annoyed. If you like, I could offer advice on how to make this task go much more efficiently and easily."

Tristan advised them to spread the tables at least the width of two and a half people standing side to side. This would allow for enough walking room even once people were placed. Next, he would advise them to separate the tasks with chair placement. Instructing that they are to be placed at bent elbow length and around an inch to allow the patrons comfortable space without being too spaciously apart.

Taking a step back, Tristan would check to see what and if the two gentlemen had been watching and whether the Lead had gotten his tea.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Time: Evening
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions:
Mentions:
Attire: ???




A costumed ball. An event, nay a spectacle so very few peasants get the pleasure to experience the splendors and delights rumored to always follow. Whom could perchance pass up an opportunity to not only dress up, but to disguise? Faces hidden, conversations hushed with the air rife with anticipation and excitement.

For whatever Count Calbert had prepared for tonight, it was clear the Damiens put in all the stops. Now, no one would foolishly say this could rival the extravagance of the castle’s ballroom, though that did not perturb the staff who were surely made to work to the bone since morning to prepare such a gala.

One so lovingly illuminated with the dazzling bright hue of the moon.

How perfectly fitting.

Colorful flowers offer distractions and pleasant aromas to keep guests soothed and content.
Pampered sheeps easily made content, blind to the truth lurking just beneath.

The finest banquet none can find anywhere else in Caesonia. Free to partake and enjoy.
No more a perfect opportunity to indulge and let loose without a care, as long as faces remain hidden.

A party for fun, to create stories, to show off. Here, where only monsters, ghouls and worse would be mingling tonight. Each person enjoys the illusion of being something different, something not them…something fantastical.

A foggy night where many fright and screams will break through the bleak night. A festive time had by all!

With the party starting to swing into full motion with guests still filing in; always followed with a dramatic pause. Each time being met with rolled eyes from those not impressed which mostly consisted of the staff and a few of the good nobles among other unseen others, the masks proving it nigh impossible to keep track of folks.

So much so, that it made a certain peasant question why Calbert went out of his way to host such a party? One that he got a personal invitation to. An invitation repeatedly told by friends and a certain wet blanket guard alike to refuse.

Even now, the vile bastard’s words went through his mind like an unsettling chill down his spine. The sheer and complete utter audacity that gun toting maniac had to not only approach him during his beach day, but with an invitation to his death.

That’s right. Somewhere waiting in this so-called party was a trap. Everything likely prepared ahead of time; all Calbert needed at this point was for the special cowlicked guest to arrive.

This assumes Kazumin was stupid enough to actually go, especially after being suggested otherwise. As anyone with a brain would know to steer clear, no matter how much delicious food and potent booze were being offered.

And if the blonde peasant did choose to come for whatever stupid reason, he would surely come with some obnoxious costume and get up to his typical antics. An easy mark and target sure to be caught sooner than later.

Who knew whatever wickedness the count had in store. It was just a matter of time before Kazumin would give himself up and have a noose as his dance partner..or worse.

All of these thoughts and more went through his head at some point. How frustrating, however, to see all those people digging into food and laughing it up with a gay ole time.

It was a peculiar thing to behold, Kazumin thought as he quietly walked and maneuvered his way around guests.

He went unnoticed; none bothered to acknowledge his presence as he continued on; carefully sidestepping partygoers; walked past the table ignoring the seductive pleading, the faint clinking of glass heard as he went.



Interactions: @Princess Charlotte Vikena @Helo Leo Smithwood

At a table a short distance away and behind the pair, a black gloved hand lowered, grabbing hold of something from the table.
Quietly, the figure approached until they were three steps away, when a throat clearing cough came from behind.” Pardon the interruption.” A soft, sophisticated and suave voice spoke up.” I have brought refreshments.”

As the server stated, a round tray soon appeared between the two with three glasses of freshly poured bubbly wine sitting waiting.” And for the lovely lady.” As would soon be revealed, the glass closest to Charlotte had a lily resting gently within, moonlight reflecting from the droplets leaving it an almost glittering glow.

“ A moon Lily fitting for only the most beautiful butterfly.” The server said before bowing his head; raising it shortly after as she had accepted the wine with gratitude.” Forgive me, my lord. As a flower would not do as a token, but perchance a compliment regarding the slippers shall suffice?” His attention directed to Leo as he spoke.

The server asked; standing there wearing the typical garb of a male server. Clean without a single wrinkle, hair black as coal, combed and slicked back neatly and slightly tanned skin, though something about the hair felt out of place.. The same plain mask worn by the rest hid the man’s face, expression blank under it save for a small forced smile, the same kind one would see on any staff’s face.

A thin mustache adorned his upper lip ending with curly tips, much like a twirling villain may sport, albeit smaller.

“ For it takes a fierce man to don such exquisite footwear, wouldn’t agree, my lady.” Again the server bowed his head in respect. Doing so in a war to have half his face obscured to Leo while Charlotte would receive a wink followed by a small motion of his towards one of the pillars. Charlotte had nodded and mouthed that she’d be there in a moment when Leo’s head was turned.

Waiting until he was properly dismissed as he was told by the head server.” Please enjoy your evening.”

Without another word, the server turned with tray held in hand, he would depart. Making his way towards said pillar; pausing at times to serve any that may call for him along the way.

Afterall, what better way to hide than among those already invisible?

And this was merely the start. The server thought with a devilish grin, the mask almost giving a creepy imp like appearance.

The real show has yet to begin.


( Note= those at damien's party wish to call this server to them in their post. Feel free to )
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












For Tristan, it was advice still needed to be said, merely told to the wrong person. He felt for the staff having to wear those horrendously bland and unappealing work uniforms. The silver-haired teen actually contemplated confronting the owner of the research center over this before dismissing it as it was pointless. But it did not mean excuse the workers enduring such when they work in place regarding plants.

His disappointment did not end there; reading on the flower with expectations of reading on the gracidea's flower special properties. Only to see that the flower looked to be no more magical than a sunflower.

Tristan sat there, his fingers lightly drumming against the open page of the book just beneath the image of the gracidea flower the chapter was focused on.* I swear to arceus..if this whole thing proves to be a waste of time...* The teen thoughtly darkly, annoyance etched on his face as he could not help but feel like he might have been wasting his time.

That is, until he remembered an important detail. Whatever special property this flower may hold; it is likely unknown considering the clear lack of information on the forest or the lack of how she even get into the forest.

Now that he had all the pieces. Or those at least accessible since the actual answers all awaited within that mythical and terrifying forest, Tristan was left trying to figure out a puzzle with pieces inaccessible to him. And all of it seemed to center around this single flower.

There were the questions too like why Lady Aria had that barrier put up and what for among others. After ruminating over it, the teens agitation returned to curious excitement only for small hint of dread to seep in.

Said source of dread was the whole situation surrounding actually getting his hands on a flower. He obviously lacked the funding to simply buy one and let's face it, Tristan and stealth simply did not belong in the same sentence unless it was- 'Tristan was the least stealthy person around.' Besides, that would mean having to wait till nighttime and going through the whole sneaking in all that hullabaloo. What does he look like? Some kind of athletic ninja?

A thump of the book being closed as Tristan sighed." My options are limited.." He muttered out to his dismay rubbing at his forehead all the while.* Can't believe a flower is causing me so much headache.* And probably more to come.

And it figured the task to get the flower ended up on his lap while Faye was out and about skipping without a care in the world right about now. The aggravating through had Tristan let out a low growl in his throat as he made his way over to the drop-off box to drop the book off.

His task with the library finished, (uncertain if it had been a waste coming here or not) he would venture out back into the hallway. From there, using his iphodex and the receptionist's direction instructions, Tristan would make his way back outside to head off for the patch where the Gracidea flowers may be found.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












It would soon become apparent that this Franz proved to be a most unexpected individual. To hear that the guy was not only also a rookie trainer, but seemingly new with the whole concept in general made it hard for Tristan to not relate to. Especially as by his further words hinted, apparently went through something rough of their own.

This left Tristan unsure and conflicted on what to think or say regarding any of this. The fact Adrianne suggested taking on the gym herself on top of the fact Franz somehow found himself a temp at this library rather... peculiar.

A feeling or thought he wasn't really sure, but just that something felt... off. Whatever it was, it would have to be put aside for now.

Then Franz finished with a kind words and offer if needed. The silver-haired teen prepared to speak, but caught himself; reminding himself that he was not here to make friends, certainly not least potentail rivals. Besides, the gracidea flower was what mattered.

Still he would dare not be so as uncouth as to at least say something."Yes, of course. Thank you. By the way.... I simply can't let you leave with this going unsaid but.... I highly advise a change up in your wardrobe." Wagging his finger in a disapproving manner." Might I suggest something along the lines of spring colors? Might compliment your oval face with the bright and gentle colors. C-Could do to aid in improving your mood." Giving a small satisfied though awkward nod." Taking care of one's appearance is more important than most normally think. At least, in high regard from the Glory name."

He may not be here to make friends but giving helpful bit of hints seemed fair enough. With a stranger at least.

Waving to the departing Franz; once sure his presence was completely gone before letting his somewhat stiff body relax with a sigh." Who would have thought trying to get into some mythical and possibly deadly forest would be such a tiresome process." And now he was about to do the thing he dreaded yet again and twice in one day. Study.

The torture. Arceus forbids whatever mundane and boring task Faye has probably gotten herself into.

With a begrudging groan Tristan sat up to plop the book on the table nearest him." Alright, let's check out what this flowers about. See if there's anything special about handling." Muttering as he opened to the required page.
In Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
D'angelo Schultz





Walking his way out through the doors with a slight hop to his steps, unable to fully contain his excitement for the adventure ahead. This could prove to be just what the enthusiastic chubby individual had been looking for. His journey still mostly new; only a few months since living the boarding school.

For him, this could in a literal sense be a new beginning for D'angelo. Not to mention all the potential future friends he can make! There were probably more, he figured and sadly had missed them. But, always possible to meet them when they return. Whether he would stay, undecided.

With a giddy chuckle, D'angelo came to a stop a few steps outside the guild, Nimbus floating at his right-side level with his chest." Just think, Nimbus. All the comics of mages going on jobs and bonding, and we get to participate in! So wicked!" Nodding his head with an energetic clap.

" But first. Let's be off Nimbus!" He exclaimed pointing skyward in his attempt of a heroic pose. And continued to maintain it as the seconds ticked by as if expecting something to happen, the golden cloud simply floating in place...being a cloud.

A small gulp as the pudgy young adult pursed his lips to the side." Psst...that's your cue." He whispered under his breath.

The cloud gave no sign of moving nor any real indication it even heard its creator.

Now having posed long enough for it to be awkward (possibly been awkward to begin with, but opinions) D'angelo let out a huff and thought to rebuke the cloud for letting him look stupid. Pausing as he remembered...

Right hand slapping to the forehead." Ah, darn! It slipped my mind." Muttering as he bent down to slip his shoes off; holding them by the heel, he stood back up." Sorry about that, Nimbus. One going up, please." At his kind request and proper respect, the cloud drifted down to feet level allowing him to step on.

Miming the action of pressing an elevator button before crossing his arms, his shoes resting against his left arm as Nimbus rose upward. Bobbing his head humming elevator music style tune. Up Nimbus rose with minimal effort; eventually reaching above the roof of the guild where his cloud shed had been set to wait." Ding! Please watch your step." D'angelo spoke in a faux female announcer voice then gave a casual wave of his right hand, following with an amused chuckle nudging nimbus with his elbow.

The action causing an opening in the otherwise entrance less cloudy mass wide enough to act as a door." Alright, just need to grab some stuff. I may mostly just be a spectator, but doesn't mean an excuse to be lax. We must be watchful and diligent." And enjoy the sights and events that unfold, nothing bad hopefully.

Stepping his way inside, Nimbus following where he then clapped his hands to have a small yellow glowing puffball pop down from the ceiling illuminating the chamber with a faint staticky spark every now and then.

A rumbling spark came from Nimbus from beside him shortly after seeing the poorly organized belongings." Ugh, you don't have to keep reminding me. I know its a mess." Turning away with a pouty face and with a sarcastic tone." I know I should organize..." A huge blowing huff of relief." But, I can't keep the group waiting. Gonna have to wait!" A victorious cheeky laugh as D'angelo moved towards the pile where he started to rummage around.

" Let's see. For now, just necessities should do I suppose. This shouldn't be a dangerous quest." Speaking out loud to clarify his plan to Nimbus. With that, he carried on; humming as he grabbed some bottles of water, reaching them out where he would rest them on Nimbus. The items placed on the golden cloud shortly sank into its puffy depths eventually disappearing from sight. All the while, the chubby male continued on, grabbing some fruits and dry foods along with a simple first aid kit.

" Think that should do it. Hm... oh yeah!" Snap of his fingers as he thought of something and moved to a different part of the pile." Got to have entertainment. If there's something I can do for sure. Let's see, what instrument to bring." Searching around.

The bongos? No. The recorder? No. The banjo? Maybe...nah. The maracas? **Sounds of Marakas being shaken obnoxiously** No. The harmonica? *Awful shrill blowing noise* No." Ooh! I got it!" Diving in, his upper body disappearing from sight for a few moments only to suddenly reappear and turned around holding a bagpipe. *Expected awful bagpipe sounds that almost sounds like the bag pleading for deaht* " Yes?! " He asked the floating cloud enthusiacally?

Seconds passed as the cloud floated in placed with no feasible change. And yet, its appearance almost gave off the appearance it was agitated at what it had just been made to endure. A completely and absolutely for sure and horribly unfortunate tiny spark of lightning shot out hitting the bagpipe leaving a hole. The sweet release granted upon the bagpipe in its sputtering glee as it deflated.

" Sheesh. A simple no would have been enough. Ah well. I can get a new one, sorry about that." Patting the bagpipe before turning to return it to the pile for the time being. After some more pondering, D'angelo made his decision and for everyone's relief had chosen the triangle.

A metallic clang rang out with a tap." Righteous! This is going to be so epic!" Exclaimed with a strong clang of the triangle to finish off his side quest." Hah-ah! We will find our heroic moment tone, just you wait." Winking at Nimbus who gave a small quiver in cloud form for shoulder shrugging.

A satisfied grin, he tossed the triangle and rod onto Nimbus while making his way towards the opening." Think that should do it. Now to meet up with the group." Taking a step forward out of the floating shed though Nimbus with one quick fluid motion had floated under the previously empty space under his foot." And best to get this out of the way." Turning halfway to the cloud shed where he clapped his hands having the hole close up before it drifted higher up into the sky until it would be hidden among the clouds.

Clapping his hands in a dusting off manner while moving to sit down, the golden cloud floating back towards the ground. From there, D'angelo was ready to meet the group and set off.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












Not surprising that the vip's identity would be confidential until these festivities took place. If this vip was quite the big shot then chances of his plan succeeding increases, albeit slightly.

Seeing no point to waste time on that anymore, Tristan had made his way to the library, getting a bit turned around as he went. Looks like his direction sense improved somewhat when he took an interest in getting somewhere.

At the library, the silver-haired teen paused for a moment to take in the decor of the room. The colors were a bit muted but at least had more color compared to the rest of the building. Even if he was not exactly the reading type as should have been apparent, still, he was curious to read on this plant. The mystique of the whole thing was enough to catch his interest. A plant he knew to be vital going forward.

Not bothering to waste his time trying to find the aisle himself since he knew the layout or system of the place.

This eventually brought him to a rather tall and lanky individual. His first thoughts were that he had quite the fetching face, the glasses complimenting his oval face quite well. Only to immediately be struck by whiplash from the horrendously drab outfit. Forcibly biting his tongue to keep from showing a face of visible disgust, almost being reminded of Faye while doing so.

"Ah, hello there sir. What can I help you with?" He asked while he made his way over to him. He flashed him a friendly, yet nervous smile.

The kind reply mixed with that nervous smile seemed to do the trick to snap him out of his awful fashion sense stupor." A-ahem. Yes, I am searching for books regarding on the Gracidea flower." Turning his head to the side letting out a wary sigh. Grateful to be given a minute to gather his thoughts.

An assist he had anticipated to be over prettly quickly, until he noticed the lanky stranger grabbing books one after the other rapidly scanning through them.* Just my luck. As if my eyes being burned wasn't enough, I get the newby.* Grumbled Tristan; quietly watching the person continuing his search with decent enthusiasm and understanding of the layout at least, while the glint of silver caught his eye.

Recalling the silver buckle on the belt though vaguely remember something within its center. He attempted to get a better look though a person moving around and tending to be out of view or turned away made checking difficult.

Little else he could do but wait for him to return to inquire about it as his assumptions the guy was the librarian had been wrong.

The answers soon given shortly after his arrival with book in hand." A temp? That would explain....your interesting searching approach." Lowering his gaze to the belt, taking notice of the pokedex." Then if this merely temporary, what may I ask is your actual profession? By your POkedex, I can guess to be a trainer?" Though how a simple trainer could end up a temp at this place, had him uncertain.

Pondering over this as he accepted the book offered." And thank you. Better you than I spending hours wandering around aimlessly." The mere thought of the hundreds of piled up books left him picturing himself huddled in a corner muttering Gracidea book, a cold shudder going up his spine.
In Avalia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Menzai Isanami




Time: Morning

Location: Gaurav

Interactions:

Mentions: Dante, Darius @Alivefalling @FunnyGuy , Phia @princess , Viola @13org , Cyrus @Helo

Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring




Gaurav


With the threat dealt with and the situation previously rife with tension and heated emotions had calmed, thus allowed Ulysses to stroll along at a leisurely pace. The aged wolf maintained his semi-slow pace to afford Menzai as much time to recover his strengths for whatever he intended to do.

And just as neither Phia nor the brothers hated seeing him in such a weakened and broken state, so did the man carrying him.

Eyebrows furrowed, dotted with beads of sweat as he peered over his shoulder to see how he was doing.

A momentary memory flashed through his mind. The silhouette of a small boy running about and playing, the sound of an excitable child's laughter heard in his mind; only to fade away as Menzai's pale face speckled with blood came into view, the cloth of his shirt obscuring most of the unpleasant visage.

* Tch. You really don’t intend to make this easy for anyone, are you?* The grizzled wolf thought with annoyance; concern etched his bearded face as he peered at the young wolf who looked to have passed out with those ever watching eyes of his actually closed for once.

A hopeful thought that came to an end through a gentle squeeze to his shoulder.” Why have we stopped? Is something wrong?” Menzai weakly asked in a soft and tired voice. Even now, Menzai refused to allow himself to sleep nor rest.

Ulysses found himself jumping a bit out of surprise with a hint of disappointment.” Hmph. It’s nothing, just thought I picked up something. You can trust me to handle whatever might pop out. Only thing you need to worry about is recovering.” Snorting his clear annoyance at the pup’s stubborn refusal to sleep.

No response came. Menzai remained quiet and still from that point on and whether he slept or not, none could say. In fact, none have seen him actually sleep since….

A weary sigh left Ulysses lips like a cold mist.* Sorry, Lady Annabelle. Doesn’t seem like even this wasn’t enough…if it were up to me I’d make him sleep for a whole damn week.* Ulysses chastised himself; hating that any of this had to happen to begin with. The pain each of the group felt was apparent.

But for Menzai who had since become impossible to read, had not let on any of how he felt or thought. This had the man wonder with worry on the whirl storm of emotions and thoughts that must be going through his student’s mind.

All he had to do was voice them and Ulysses would help him anyway he could.

On he went, carrying his charge towards the Roc. The silence, like an unpleasant blanket persisted through the trip.



Before long the pair reached their destination. Waiting before them sat the Roc's massive corpse.

The massive bird’s rested lifelessly on its side, blots of dried blood stained its beak; feathers adorned the ground, falling like the leaves of autumn but there was no joy like the seasons.

Silence permeated through the forest surrounding as all life had fled from fear. At times glimpses of the Lunar corps members could be seen dashing and moving along the bird’s unmoving body.

And the air, once filled with the delightful scents of flowers, fruits, trees and other pleasant aromas, was gone. In its place, only the stench of death remained; to the rest of the inhabitants this was a bountiful feast to be enjoyed for months. For Gauravs, it would be a constant reminder of the dangers they narrowly avoided for weeks to come. Even now, its rotting scent could be smelt and while it was still fresh with little scent, to the wolven demi-humans it might as well be as if living right next to a rank dumpster. All traces of what happened may fade with time.

The loss of life, however, could be felt by all denizens of the forest. So much so, that the once quiet and solemn field around them started to return with the sounds of nature. Insects buzzed about, small critters skittered about; curious predators stalking the fringes. Soon even the trees surrounding them could be heard creaking and groaning.

To any other, they were merely simply the cries of life, but Menzai could hear what it actually was beneath. As unseen breezes drifted through; all the cries began to change. No, not change but reveal the true nature of all the cries and blowing breezes that swelled with each second.

Canine ears flicked and perked, Menzai’s head lifting from his protector’s shoulder.” What a beautiful, but melancholy song.” He muttered aloud.

“ What? The hell are you on about? Don’t tell me you’ve gone delusional now too?” Ulysses growled his indignation at his companion and his lack of any explanation.

Any attempt to speak more misgivings were silenced by a squeeze to his shoulder. Unlike last time, this one had a smidgen of strength put into those fingers that could hardly hold a stick still.” Apologies, Sir Ulysses. I know my ways are…frustrating and there is much to discuss and that you all wish for me to rest…” Trailing off as his ears perked up higher.

Hints of the sorrowful melody filled him with renewed strength and determination. With it the grip on his shoulder became stronger, enabling Menzai to push himself up, if only a bit.” But….I need to do this. So I ask that you allow me this selfish request.” Menzai spoke his request in his gentle voice.

Each word the injured wolf said merely fueled the man’s confusion. A part of him wanted to tell the blasted wolf to shut his mouth and rest.” That’s unfair. How many times I gotta tell you not to use that voice.” For it was now just a painful reminder of the past. In that moment, he briefly pictured the kind and rambunctious boy in place of Menzai though it only lasted a second..

” Come on! Higher! Let’s climb to the sky!”

Young Menzai’s words rang through his mind. An old memory that left the aged wolf tearing up briefly before blinking them away.” Go on and do whatever needs to be done. Don’t take all day, I’m already getting an earful from your mother as is.” Ulysses grumbled out before lowering his body to make it easier for Menzai to get down from his back.

With a small bow of his head, Menzai made his way forward after taking a step away from Ulysses where he soon walked him.” This will not take long, I promise.” Nodding to the larger wolf then turned away to start stepping towards the bird.

Thankfully they had arrived in time as Menzai allowed himself to be wrapped within the forest’s requiem. Almost like magic, the sounds of whooshing winds and cries of unseen creatures turned instrumental. A cacophony of noises changing like a whisper in the air.

His right foot gently tapped against the rough ground, the grass ticklish to the toughened sole. The fabric of his haori rubbed against aching skin. A soothing breeze brustling his cheek, the gentle touch of caring. The scent of leaves and berries, inhaled; calming his burning lungs. Whistling of the trees, their sorrowful cries like falling leaves.

With every step he took towards the Roc; all of these had blended, coming together. Their feelings of grief sung for the majestic bird. A great beast, hunter and a parent.

-The requiem of the forest-
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Menzai stood. A solitary tiny figure dwarfed before the unmoving Roc. Eyes closed, listening; living the forest’s sorrow at this terrible loss. A privilege only possible due to his immense love of the forest and its inhabitants and the guardian’s mark.

Through it all, he thought over the events that lead up to this moment. A battle no one expected nor with any real ill intent. The mistakes made, the amazing feats the group pulled off. The tragic ending.

A sorrowful song, yet filled with love and gratitude towards those that prevented further tragedies as well.

As the melodies started to slow and fade away, Menzai had made his decision on how to proceed and the many lessons he had come to learn.

Slowly exhaling from his nose, Menzai opened his eyes, a sharp purple gaze peering up at the Roc. Eyes previously faded and empty glowed with a fervent, radiant shine, the crimson glints almost appearing as if burning.

“ I had thought I understood. Thought I was ready to be a leader. That I was capable enough to do what I had sworn.” His voice spoke with volume and conviction, each word spoken with pure honesty. Menzai; a wolf of few words though when he speaks always come with his all. One that can be trusted with no deceit, ill intent or such.

“ But I was not only foolish, I was naive. I forgot or perhaps to say more accurately, misunderstood what it truly means to take on the moon’s oath. Forgetting it all, I allowed my concern for Phia overtake my mind.” A small shake of his head, disappointed in himself.

Turning his head slightly, turning his eye to the corner to glimpse a small peek back at Ulysses.” I worry over her at all times, of course. But, had I not rushed to get to her and instead had instructed the brothers more properly first…” Whether things may have played out differently or not no longer mattered at this point and Menzai knew this.

Yet, the idea of being a leader and his own personal bonds with Phia proved to be too much.” I have failed. I understand that each of you probably do not think of it that way. The group I can imagine not.” For a brief moment Menzai gave a small smile picturing the objections and kind words being said as if they were there.

“ The matter, however, is that I still failed. But, now having given up my arm freely, I have come to realize the true meaning of taking on the moon’s blessing.” He had more to say when

“ Gave up freely?! The hell are you blatherin about? Talking like you purposefully gave up the arm?” Ulysses spouted out flabbergasted with rage.

Menzai paused for a moment to let the man let out a bit of his anger.” Your anger is understandable. It might seem like I put them through seeing me like this to teach some cruel, but hard lesson. I assure that I would have preferred to avoid such an experience myself. Merely saving Phia meant the loss of my arm regardless…”

Picturing his body a jumbled, disoriented messed of a body barely able to make sense of where he even was.

“ Well that’s all good and all. But..bleedin hell! If Phia wasn’t around you know you’d be going in with the Roc?!” Ulysses barked out, throwing his arms up in an incredulous manner.

A nod from the wolf who kept his gaze on the Roc.” Yes, precisely. I trusted Phia with my life, just as I trusted Sir Dante and Sir Darius and our unexpected guests would pull it off. They have all done exceedingly well. I am immeasurably proud of them. And while to outside eyes, this…” His right hand clutching around his shoulder where his left arm had been only mere minutes ago.

It was true. He was crippled and weak, his body’s center of gravity thrown off. At this point it was undeniable. Menzai could not possibly fight as he was, any item given could not change that.

“ But I am not beaten. I will rebuild my body. Train as I train the humans. Teach and learn, improving ourselves with help from each other. But, the path I must take will prove far harsher. A path I won’t let them share.”

He could only help but be thankful to the Roc for the harsh lessons and loss. And with it, a far higher growth await him. Through the lost of his arm and this event, he had caught a glimpse of the group’s future potential, his own open to him too, albeit a painful and…gruesome one.

Yet, the path he had accepted the moment he took the ritual.
A deep sigh from Menzai who had moved close to the Roc, placing his hand against the bird’s face. Still warm, he thought, grateful.* Be at peace and know this. I will find what brought this unneeded tragedy….and make them regret messing with our forest.* His body flared with magic around his body as he declared this; purple eyes flaring with fierce and ominous belief.

Pulling his hand away. One last fleeting look before turning away, leaving the Roc and his failure behind.

“ I will ensure to get strong enough so that they never have to endure seeing me or any of us in such a… state. As long as there is breath in my body, I will make sure the bro- … no, all the humans get through this alive. They have already died once….I will not let our world tarnish their 2nd chance. And any who need my aid I will do my best to help.” Menzai meant every word as he stared into Ulysses' eyes.

Ulysses could barely remember what exactly he saw when he peered into Menzai’s eyes. Only that he felt that he could trust that everything he did was for the sake of Avalia.

The touch of Menzai’s hand on his shoulder snapped Ulysses out of his bit of daze as he took notice the wolf was on his back once more.

“ This is the 2nd time now….” And there would not be a third time. And unlike previously, he succeeded in the part that mattered most.

This alone was worth an arm and more. No matter what he would keep her safe.

A quick shake of the head.” Apologies. Ramblings of something I was reminded of. I have wasted enough time. And with the council…best we get back.”
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Tristan Glory












The woman's slight disdain did not go wholly unnoticed by the teen, but was thankful for the woman's kindness or understandable desire to not get wrapped up in a teen's mental tape." Ah, yes. Gracidea. Thank you miss. I have recently come to gain interest in plants and that as one can admit, can be a difficult to remember precisely." Nodding his head, eager to move on.

The receptionist proved to give a number of vital information that offered up number of ways to approach this whole mystery quest further. Listening to the woman explain had Tristan think over everything he had learned; halted briefly as he was taken aback at the insane price at the fine merely for picking a flower. For a moment a painful sting struck his heart out of his nowhere as if some unseen burning sensation hit.

In that he would be amiss to remind himself that this was no mere flower. Certainly not for such a cost. The legal routes were not easy at all or at least that is how it might first seem.

As mention of the head gardener and this vip reached his ears, things began to form a picture for the silver-haired teen. Now that he had all the clues.* Ok. So, either route I take will clearly cause me trouble to get through. And honestly, after having just gone through such a tedious case just yesterday on top of everything else...* Folding his arms as he turned to the side letting out a huff of hair from his nose, annoyed.

Not annoyed that this whole process seemed so tiresome, but that he was deciding to use the lessons his brothers tried to etch into his mind. It was clear Tristan was by any means a genius or had any real deep understanding of business fare, but even he understood the basics.

" Never forget Tristan. Whenever there's something you want, simply give a trade. But, also take the client into account for they won't always value money most. Doubt any of this will ever stick in that empty mind of yours though." His brother's cruel words rang cruel, said through mockery.

He intend to prove his brother wrong. And while the mere notion reviled him, through it a possible path that ensures he gets the flower and passage into the forest. His body started to shiver as the plan he was forming was honestly a gamble. A huge risk, but if his guess truly was right...

Before setting off to initiate what he intended to do, there was stil acquiring a book on plants. If he does somehow meet this gardener, he had a feeling meeting him with at least some modicum of knowledge on plants might be....smart. The thought of another learning session so soon left him cringing in suffering.

Turning back to the receptionist, clearing his throat one last time. Once he started, he knew things couldn't stop. If his curiosity and admiration were not strong, Tristan would never attempt doing this." Thank you. You've given me a plethora of help. I just need two ask two things. Who is this vip and where exactly is this Gracidiea flower so that I may at least admire before I depart?"

Once he would get the answer, Tristan would give another thanks then make his way to the library where he would seek out a book that may contain information on Gracidea flowers after a quick request for help from the librarian on where to find said books.
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Tristan Glory












Through his inspections of the portraits and pictures involving Lady Aria, he would quickly take notice of the flower being the one similar link. Outside that, nothing else stood out from his investigation. It was both strange and yet not? Considering all her achievements involving plants and flowers and all.

And one would figure the woman to have a number of favorite flowers. But, in all images were the same type of flower; in fact, he could hardly recall seeing any that did not have one involved whether on her person directly or simply part of the image in some way.

Peculiar indeed." Either the lady just really loves that flower or.... but surely it can't be something that simple can it?" Tristan muttered to himself as he pondered off to the side having chosen an angle where he could not be seen. As his actions would likely come off as strange." But, seriously. This can't be it...can it?" Though it also made perfect sense. With her intent to keep whatever lie within the forest secret, she would choose an item that even if she lost could easily be replaced and not to mention completely inconspicuous.

The mere notion sounded so laughably ridiculous and for a moment he thought to laugh the idea off.

Then his mind was struck with a flashback recalling the researcher and his skeptical and dismissive approach.

He had nearly fallen into the same mental trap as the researchers. If the answer really was this flower. An answer right under their nose this whole time."Because the answer is, just as her life was like. Magical." He commented aloud to himself, his eyes briefly tearing up at this possible revelation.

Of course, even Tristan wasn't stupid enough to go and outright say or assume this to be the answer and he merely thinks the flower is involved in some way. Whether the flower was just the first part or if it was the key itself.

For now, he needed to find out more information on said flower and where he may procure one. The silver-haired teen turned to get moving only to halt in his tracks.* Hold on a second. Why the hell am I doing this menial grunt work when Fahe...or was it fuha? Gah, whatever! She was the one who wanted to go in in the first place.*

After having this thought, Tristan changed course to make towards the exit but with each step his curiosity on the mystery behind the forest and Aria, this moon petal mon and something about sibling beasts?

Without consciously noticing he would realized he was standing in front of the same counter from before.* Damn that glorious woman. How could anyone resist!* Grumbling his acceptance; besides, to have an opportunity to hold this over Faye was a delicious little cherry on this delicious mystery sundae.

" A sublime dessert with impeccable flavor that delights the tongue." Said Tristan, who took a few seconds to realize he muttered out loud. Quickly shifting into a throat clearing cough." A-ahem. Pardon, merely a treat from lunch lingering on the mind too much." Playing it off with an awkward laugh, his hand covering his embarrassed flushed face.

Hoping to have saved himself some bit of pride there, Tristan gave one more clearing cough against his fist." I apologize. I don't intend to waste your time too much, so I would like to ask where I may find information on this...Gra..gracie? No...Gracedie flower? Or where one could perhaps be obtained?" Asked the teen, genuinely curious to know.

He was already this far in. Might as well and see how this plays out and if this whole flower route proves to be a bust they can still back out before its too late.

Right?
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