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Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

@RabidAnubis Hmm, maybe? Or just genuinely wait until evening.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

@RabidAnubis The way I understood it, some of you time travelled, while the rest of us did things regularly.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Reagan Gideon Breckenridge

Mild pain radiated from his body, and Ray turned over, grumbling in half-sleep. Unfortunately, he rolled right off the mattress, face-planting onto the floor. The cold, grating harshness of the concrete woke him up. Goddammit. At least, his runic array the day before had taken care of the dust, grime, and other questionable stains, and now their dorm was clean, with only the nicest furniture remaining – for an extremely loose definition of nice, that is.

Ray groaned, and peered over at his room-mates. They were both still asleep. Aching and bleary, Reagan stood up, and stumbled to the nearest shower…which was nowhere fucking near at all! It was still dark outside too. Something about that felt vaguely significant, but the teen wasn’t awake enough to the inkling any attention. It did continue to bother him throughout the shower though…He felt like he was forgetting something.

By the time he was cleaned up and refreshed, the very first rays of sun made their crawling ascent over the horizon…

Wait! The sun! Hadn’t that cat blathered something about sun? The entire memory had been more or less repressed, so Reagan only had a fuzzy recollection of a violent, pink-haired, cat-eared barbarian hissing at him. She did mention dawn, right? He wished he could confirm with Feier, but she was still asleep. Ahh, I’ll just pop over quickly.

Frustrated, and not at all prepared, Reagan displaced himself to a rooftop nearest to where the party had taken place yesterday. He crouched down, looking around. The place was deserted, not unexpected given the early hour. Ray yawned, leaning his head on a palm. Wish I’d brought binoculars. Or had the time to prepare a plan for that food-maniac. He spent some minutes daydreaming about how he might beat the Leopardkin and show her who’s boss, before frowning. She really should be here, by this point. Not the type to be late for ‘honorable combat’…

Concentrating so much on Daria’s words, a realization slammed into Ray with all the delicacy of a freight train. "Oh. Duh," he muttered. She’d said sundown, not dawn, you dolt. Reagan face-palmed, moaning. "Ghhhh," he exhaled quietly. No one must find out about this. Ever. Especially not Fei. She wouldn’t let me live it down for months. Months!

With a sigh, Reagan displaced himself to the convenience store, hoping to find it open. He did, and quickly bought some eggs, milk, salt, and veggies. Returning to their dorm with a hop through space, Ray set out to prepare breakfast. This’ll be my excuse for having left early, if anyone asks. We need to make our breakfast anyway.

He prepared several omelets, enough for the three of them. Mmm, now this is food, he sighed, pleased at the taste. He had lived a decent chunk of his life being catered by servants, but there’d been a point in his childhood when he’d decided he'd learn to make his own food better, and persisted at the activity. He’d never succeeded in surpassing his family’s chefs, of course, but he was good. Not that anyone besides his cooking teacher had appreciated it so far.

Chasing the bitter thought away with practiced ease, Reagan finished his meal, cleaning up after himself. "Guys, I’m leaving for class! I left you something to eat, if you want it," he shouted as he passed the ‘bedroom’ area.

Ray chose to walk this time, seeing the sights on the way to the classroom. He didn’t expect good quality lectures here, but maybe they’d be amusing, at least? He didn’t have anything better to do at the time, so might as well show up.

He stopped mid-step on the class’s doorstep, almost stumbling at the unexpected – but absolutely thrilling – sight. "Oh," he breathed out, exhilarated. "Hello there, professor Alemu," he chuckled at her brashly. "What a pleasant surprise to see you in these backwaters," he went on, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. "I’m suddenly looking forward to this class," he announced. Whistling an obnoxiously happy tune to himself, Ray proceeded to sit down at one of the front-row desks.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

Jandar considered Bellinar’s suggestion. “That idea does have some merit, but…I don’t think we should trouble Faeril too much. If she uses her power for every metaphorical pebble on the road we encounter, she won’t have the strength left for when it really counts. As for having left a trail…I’m afraid it’s a bit too late to erase our presence entirely. Whether through convincing, kidnapping, or mind-wiping, we just need to deal with this, then leave as soon as possible. Maybe we shouldn’t even wait until morning…” he trailed off, as his Queen had arrived at that morning. Jandar frowned at her bedraggled appearance, but didn’t comment – it was in the middle of the night, after all.

“As Mikhail said, they’re just a couple of thieves,” he reiterated nonchalantly. Honestly, he was getting somewhat perturbed by how very gentle and understanding the Dea Al Mon Prince was being. Did he have a soft spot for kids and animals? Jandar would have never guessed.

When Thom responded, the Warlord turned to the boy with a mild scoff. “You know, on the one hand, I’m impressed there are folk as young as you who can see how fucking rotten this whole Realm is, but on the other, I’m not really surprised,” Jandar drawled at the youth. “But, kid, you’ve lived how long? A decade and a half, maybe?” he asked, tone amused. “You have seen nothing, believe you me. It wasn’t always like this, though it sure has been for a while…at least in Terreille. Just chat a bit with Fatima here and you’ll soon see there’re still gems here and there,” he offered with a shrug.

“If that doesn’t work, we really will have to wake up Faeril,” he sighed, not at all looking forward to exhausting the Black Widow for such a minor matter.

You Can Become a Hero!

Ebihara Torashi

T o r a s h i

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Ebihara Torashi
_{海老原虎志}

_Age

15

_Origin

Sendai, Miyagi Prefecture, Japan

_{Physical Description}

Torashi stands at 165 cm (5’5), has a compact and muscled physique, and a very lightly tanned complexion. Tora has multiple thin white scars on his body, the most obvious of which are the two on his face. His irises are the colour of amber, while his hair is a dull mouse brown and cut short. His bangs are slightly overgrown, and indicate a disinterest in keeping his appearance impeccable. His most common expression is a mild frown, though he may resort to blank faced apathy when he’s aiming to divert attention. His genuine smiles are rare, small, and fleeting. Torashi often slouches when thinking, though when he snaps to attention, he straightens into an unnaturally rigid position. His nervous gestures are typically minute (e.g. scratching at a jeans pocket, clenching a fist), and he takes care not to raise his voice too much. However, any dips in mood reveal his temperamental nature, as he will become louder, and more dynamic in his gestures. As for his attire, Torashi keeps to the school dress code when necessary, and wears unassuming, casual clothing otherwise.

_{Characterization}

• Zealous, Driven, Dedicated
• Grudging, Harsh, Sullen
• Hard-working, Loyal, Sociable
• Cautious, Cunning, Observant
• Arrogant, Aggressive, Rebellious
• Secretive, Pent-up, Irritable

_{Personal History}

A typical, civilian middle-class family. Two loving parents, proud of their only child, encouraging him to do his best, guiding him in fulfilling his potentials. A kind and strict mother, a spirited and mild-tempered father. On the surface level, it sounds like a boringly common scenario, in which major problems shouldn’t have popped up. However, minor tensions were present from early on. Mitsunari, Torashi’s father, was someone who’d once yearned to become a hero, but did not manage to get accepted into the course for it. As such, he raised Tora with the agenda of having him achieve his dream. Thankfully for his vicarious desire, his son had shown an interest in heroes from an early age, so pushing him towards that goal was a simple affair. Tora’s mother, Tsukiko, was aware of the situation, and rather concerned about it. She was aware of the dangers of the hero lifestyle, and knew how very deeply disheartening the disappointment of not making it was. Neither did she think that dictating her son’s life ambition was appropriate. Thus, Tsukiko always encouraged Torashi’s various interests equally, attempting to serve as a balance to his father, which worked to an extent.

Tsukiko also endeavored to show Tora that there were plenty of worthwhile occupations. Her husband reinforced the teachings with unexpected fervor, though he gave the lessons his own spin, oftentimes saying how anyone could act heroically. Yet, he continued to influence his son in very specific directions. Torashi’s father coached him in Quirk use, through fun games when he was young, and with a gradually more serious regimen as he grew up. Mitsunari was the one who got Tora into kickboxing, a sport his dad had seriously been undertaking for several years. His father also supported Tsukiko in the things she wished to relay to Tora, which were mainly academic skills. His parents both had high expectations of him, but if Torashi ever failed, they simply cheered him up and inspired him to try again and work harder at it.

The noticeable incidents began in his early teens. Once, Tora mentioned to his father in passing about a bully problem in his new school, and Mitsunari advised him to speak out about each such occurrence – and if he had to, to use his Quirk to defend himself and others. After several incidents wherein Tora sent some kids to the infirmary, the school contacted his mother. Only due to that did Tsukiko find out that her own husband had incited her boy to such reckless foolishness. She was shocked, scandalized, and almost outraged. Relationships began fragmenting, and the simple, fun environment of the past was gone. While his mother strongly admonished her son and her husband, Tora’s father took care to thoroughly discuss the incident with his son. Unlike his mother, he didn’t blame Torashi for going overboard, and simply took to mentoring him in gaining better control over his shockwave production.

A year-and-a-half later, there was another crucial, distressing event. Torashi and his father were deeply involved in heavy sparring. Tora was going all out with his Quirk, and Mitsunari was supposed to adjust his power to what his son could handle, of course. Unfortunately, Tora had surprised him, and his father reacted, countered – as if on reflex – and cut his son all over with his Wind Slice ability. They were only surface wounds, but Tora did bleed a lot and made for quite the frightening sight. His mother had been in the vicinity, and came running when she heard the commotion, so she saw this horror-esque scene. Tsukiko threatened to leave and take her son with her, but was eventually convinced not to – on the condition that something like this never ever happen again. It may have been an accident, but the result was one she couldn’t forgive. She’d rightfully questioned just how often her son had been harmed by his own father in the name of practice thus far; and it was true that Torashi had been wounded before, though never to such an extent.

Tora was more frightened of his mother’s rage and her vehement opposition to his training than he had been of his injuries. He remained affectionate to his father, and felt like they gained an even deeper understanding of each other. Tora deemed those shallow cuts he’d suffered as barely a bump on the road towards his goal. As his dad had told him more than once, hardships were to be expected in life, especially if he strove to be a hero. Torashi still experimented with his Quirk on his own, and dedicated himself to physical conditioning. His parents still loved him, he still loved them, but the rift between them deepened. Tora had less and less opportunity to spend alone time with his father, and his mother became oppressively controlling. The youth chafed against these new restrictions, and chose to stay away from home as much as he could.

The last nail in the coffin of their so-called normal life happened less than a year prior to Torashi applying for high school. His father…His father was apprehended for assault, and then, the police investigation revealed that he’d been a vigilante for years, that he’d engaged in illegal Quirk use many times, that his alternate identity was in fact minorly known in the area. Mitsunari had gone against criminals – mainly vandals and some small-scale terrorists – and severely injured most of them. Tora couldn’t believe that this was happening. His father, a proponent of heroic acts, criminalized? As a result, the adolescent spent three months to research vigilantism and related topics. He’d seen that some licensed heroes had dealt with offenders just as harshly as his father had, but they’d always been praised for it. Tora couldn’t comprehend how an education and a license could change so much. So, he spent more time researching about heroes in general. He saw that they were widely well-regarded, though there was plenty of dissatisfaction – at least, that was the case on the internet. Torashi discovered that some people used that discontent to support villainy, and some were fascinated with the idea of a violent, bloody revolution. Tora was disgusted to the core, because while he desired change, he decidedly did not want to go down a path that would see him branded a criminal, like his dad had been.

Torashi’s determination to become a hero only strengthened. Partly because he was interested in gaining insider information on heroes. Partly because he’d wanted to do so for a while. And largely because he craved to prove somehow that his father hadn’t been wrong. He was sure that if he became a hero, people would listen to him. People would see that his father, a vigilante and a criminal, had been able to influence and raise him into someone who became a licensed hero. Tora yearned to become someone strong and influential. He craved to change the world for the better, and saw the position of the hero as the best option to do so. He wished for his mother to recognize that his dad had never been a bad man, that he wasn’t a criminal. Tora was also keen to prove that his mother needn’t worry or try to limit him. When seeking to apply for a hero course, Ishin Academy was actually one of Tora’s top choices, and not only because it’s so highly ranked. He fully supported the school’s insistence to do anything and everything to produce a hero. He was certain he was prepared to go to any lengths to fulfill his goals. Besides, if Ishin was as good as its reputation, he’d graduate as one of the best newly-minted heroes, which was something he desperately needed to do.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

“Anything goes, as long as the end result is heroism,” is a statement Torashi swears by. “Anything goes, as long as you are a hero,” is what he views as modern society’s defining tenet. However, this sort of blind faith for heroes and dismissal of non-heroes is what he aspires to oppose...as a hero. I’d like to write about Torashi’s struggles as he aims to achieve a prestigious position while questioning the validity of its reputation. I’d enjoy seeing him grow through the conflict he will inevitably experience when being bombarded with outside sources of information which (convincingly) demonstrate why being a hero is special. There is also the moral dilemma of trying to become a hero, which is a status he doesn’t believe should ever elevate anyone to god-like prominence, with the intention to use the very benefits it offers himself. I don’t think Torashi is yet cognizant of the hypocrisy of what he is attempting to do (or perhaps, he thinks of it in vague, distant term, or considers it a non-issue), and this self-righteousness is something he will eventually have to face and resolve.

Besides, when he is viscerally faced with the reality of the complexities heroes themselves face (something he trivializes), when he grasps what loss of hope in legitimate sources of protection would lead to, and witnesses how gruesome the repercussions of normal folk – regardless how well prepared – facing dangerous situations truly can be…that, I think, should make an interesting impact on him. Of course, he will first have to realize that, regardless of hard-work, not all power or potential is equal, but I’m sure that will be a swiftly learned lesson indeed. Even when he does learn it with regards to himself, he will have to work to develop some empathy, especially for those weaker than him.

Torashi starts out with a very ‘ends before means’ ideology, and acts on the basis of a grudge of having been wronged, driven to root out the perceived source of that wrongness. His agenda is to get licensed heroes to be scrutinized more closely and to give properly heroic vigilantes the opportunity to be recognized. He concurs that power should be used responsibly, but disagrees with the idea that licensed heroes being responsible is a given and would argue that vigilantes or ordinary people will not as a rule act irresponsibly.

We’ve seen what advocating free use of Quirks by villains looks like, but what does someone determined to have the present laws revised from the position of a hero envision and how would they achieve it? Could they manage to keep their ideology and enact changes or would they just get bogged down by what constitutes as common sense? Can widespread use of Quirks be legalized in a way that loosens the existent restrictions, yet doesn’t end up in the sort of chaos the emergence of the so-called meta-abilities had caused in the first place? Can a mindset that wouldn’t be odd for a villain to possess work for a hero and how will it affect someone of a heroic persuasion? These are some of the themes I wish to explore through Torashi. Even if it’s not realistic to expect all this to get addressed while RPing a teen – especially not an angry teen – I am curious to see how far I can take such a concept, and how well I could portray it with an adolescent character. Moreover, dissatisfaction is a very good tool for change, and having a hero rather than a villain use it to their advantage should be an interesting challenge.

While Torashi’s own ideas are immature, undeveloped, and will likely prove unfeasible, I do wish to keep his belief that the system can be better. However, I’d like to guide his desire to change society into a more constructive, efficient, benign direction. Instead of exposing various failures of heroism and harshly criticizing the rhetoric associated with it – as he originally expects to do upon reaching the hero position – he will perhaps shift towards a solution that wouldn’t be so damaging to the whole institution. Besides that, he will be forced to stop idolizing his father at some point or another; he will have to admit that a person he’d long since admired and fashioned himself after isn’t faultless. Perhaps his father, ironically, even ends up serving as proof of why heroes need licenses in the first place.

I’d want some of Torashi’s characteristics – vindictiveness, harshness, a tendency to go over-board in training and against villains (whom he views as monsters or trash), and his retributive sense of justice – to be confronted and tempered as well. Then again, Ishin academy may just end up reinforcing his personality and conviction…after all, there is a reason he chose a school so (in)famous for its cruel training regimen.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Shockwave production. Torashi can generate controlled supersonic disturbances in any medium. Most notably, he uses his Quirk to create devastating blasts of air, the shape and size of which he can control to an extent. From bullet-shaped expulsions which can pierce or cut most solids, to fist-sized blasts to pummel an enemy in mid-range, to long shockwaves manifesting as linear wind slices, to a charged conical ultimate which can heavily numb a target.

Tora’s shockwaves lose energy and speed with distance. As such, his shockwaves are at full power up to ¾ of a meter (2.5ft) from the point of their origin, decently effective up to three meters (9.8ft), and become harmless somewhere around the five-meter mark (16.4ft). His ability is characteristically loud, as even the most minor (air) shockwave is similar to the crack of a whip. Due to that, Torashi must wear hearing protection headphones, which muffle sounds. This makes his Quirk unsuited for stealth, and moreover, a clever enemy might exploit its noisiness. Alternatively, Tora can use this trait to distract or harm a target, signalize his allies, or disrupt enemy communications. However, this Quirk may be regarded as a nuisance in populated areas, as it being used sounds like a gunfight breaking out.

While Torashi can produce shockwaves from any part of his body, he typically uses his arms or legs to do so. The larger of a body area he uses to make a shockwave, the more it takes out of him. So, a spherical expulsion from all around his body, while possible, is currently not worth making, as it would end up paralyzing him. Similarly, continuous and larger shockwaves cause a feedback to his body, tremoring (and potentially fracturing) his bones, which will first numb, then paralyze him if he overuses his ability. Tora’s natural resistance to his Quirk will gradually increase as he trains, though will never be completely eliminated, of course.

Torashi can form multiple small-scale shockwaves, though only one per body part (e.g. an air-bullet per finger or an air blast per palm), and each attack’s direction is linear. Since he typically uses body movements to help visualize how and where to direct his attacks (e.g. pointing, punching, kicking at a target), enemies can predict and avoid his blasts. He can produce a shockwave while standing completely still, but that takes a moment of intense concentration. And though each of his attacks is powerful, there are still plenty of defensive Quirks that will counter him, and using environmental obstacles is also a good strategy. Notably, Tora himself is lacking in defense.

As mentioned, Tora mainly uses shockwave production to create blasts of air. He can touch a liquid to do similarly (e.g. blast through water), though he isn’t as practiced in doing that. He can send a shockwave through any solid he touches, causing minor tremors along its surface. He can deform small items (e.g. a soda can) or cause dizziness and numbness to an enemy he takes a hold of (as he might in a grapple), but doing this has more potent adverse effects on him as well. While this is a potential area of his growth, I foresee he will first master what comes naturally to him; creating stronger, longer-ranged, longer-lasting pressure waves through air.

Stronger, continuous blasts also cause a recoil, pushing Torashi back in the opposite direction. He has been attempting to use this to enhance his maneuverability, but while he can boost his speed and jump power, making turns and braking is still a violent, poorly controlled affair. He is also not yet capable of sustained flight. Augmenting his speed in this way also comes with the usual drawback of shaking his body internally. Expanding and more finely controlling the mobility application of his Quirk is another aspect of improvement he will prioritize.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Combat sense. Tora has trained kickboxing since childhood, has been instructed by his father, got into plenty of fights throughout his life, and has experimented with his Quirk extensively. He might not be as skilled as a student hailing from a hero family, but he’s definitely good at fighting, and is eager to improve. He also possesses a remarkable situational awareness, and isn’t afraid to get banged up.

Physical fitness. Tora has been exercising daily since early childhood, and was one of the best members in track club. His dash-time is remarkable on a national level. While not as noteworthy, he’s good at long distance running as well. He loves jogging, as it helps him keep a clear head. Torashi is fit in a well-rounded manner, and though he may focus on explosive power, his endurance, agility, flexibility, and balance are all very solid.

Research and reading. Torashi reads for leisure on occasion, typically mystery novels or action mangas. If some topic even mildly interests him, he’ll research it to his satisfaction, whether that means investing a day or several months of time. However, he isn’t a fan of memorization, and isn’t naturally strong at it either. Nonetheless, he’s never had problems academically, and though he personally wasn’t concerned about getting top grades, he was still an above-average student.

Basic hairdressing. Tora’s been cutting his own hair the past two years, and has learned to make an even haircut. He’s tried giving himself an undercut a few times, but hasn’t been satisfied with the outcome yet. Though he’s an amateur, he’s skilled enough that the DIY nature of his haircut isn't glaringly obvious.

Video-gaming. This is definitely more of a hobby than a skill, though if he were criticized for wasting his time, Tora would insist he can develop analytical skills and polish his reflexes through gaming. Action RPGs are a definite favourite of his, but otherwise, his taste is quite eclectic.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

“Mm, looks like the Sceltie is a Kindred,” Jandar casually commented to Bellinar’s snapped question. He then walked a ways from the thief, following the Eyrien. He calmly listened to the man’s explanation, though he wasn’t entirely pleased by it. “I hope you don’t get too chatty with them. Getting information from sex can be a double-edged sword,” he declared, though he hoped he was saying something the Warlord Prince knew well enough already.

“Now, as for our town expedition…” he trailed off, grimacing slightly. “We met SaDiablo,” he whispered. He could have put an aural shield around them just in case, but that would have just drawn unnecessary attention from the Sceltie. “It wasn’t the best of meetings, but no-one died or got hurt too badly. Also, he advised us to leave soon, and the Queen agreed with that suggestion,” he continued speaking sotto-voice.

“That’s the gist of it,” Jandar rolled his shoulders, gaze briefly landing on the thief, his canine companion, and Mikhail. Lips pinching into a thin line, he began speaking in a normal volume. “Now look what you did to that poor kid, he’s scared to death. You don’t know the Lady well enough if you honestly think she’d care about him taking things he needs for survival. In fact, I bet she’d be just as supportive as Mikhail is,” he claimed.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Sounds about right. I'm curious to see who all will apply, and who will end up being accepted.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Potential fighter, I think you mean. But yes.

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

Akio

Name:
Sakurazawa Akio (“Aki”)

Façade:
Tall, broad shouldered, well-built, and tanned, Akio is someone who obviously spends a lot of time outside and exercises regularly. His gait is confident yet subtly graceful. Aki is known for his trade-mark cocky smirk, and his gaze is full of challenge. Actually, he had often been reprimanded for glaring when younger, but had always replied that it is just the face he had been born with. It is true to an extent, but it is also obvious that he has gladly cultivated his aura of intimidation. However, he enjoys the company of others, and is sometimes overbearing in his attempts to get along with people. He’s rough around the edges, but generally good-hearted, and not one to hold grudges. Though he has been known to be almost too eager to get into a brawl (especially during high-school), he has always excused his behavior as him teaching bullies a lesson. Aki is a fan of friendly rough-housing, as it has often been a bonding opportunity in his experience. He appreciates challenges, competitions, and rivalries. Akio is most suited to sports and practical know-how, but he is ambitious, dedicated, and business-oriented enough to do well in his studies.

Core:
Akio has plans for this town, and these plans don’t include leaving unsolved mysteries be. He is a man of action, a lover of thrills, and honestly, his aggression happens to include self-destructive tendencies. He has a burning desire to leave a mark on the world – make a name for himself for the right reasons – and is unafraid to adopt slightly questionable methods to do so (such as vandalism in the form of graffiti). He enjoys adventure, and is the type to seek out new, even dangerous things. Aki has also been taught that it is a good deed to protect others, which is something he strives to do in daily life.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

Jandar awoke to the sounds of rummaging and scuttling. He peeked an eye open and saw Mikhail headed to the coach…and the dog? What followed were broken noises of conversation. The Prince was apparently talking to it. Jandar turned over, attempting to go back to sleep. Mikhail could handle the animal thief.

Except he didn’t. The Dea Al Mon prince mentioned a Sceltie. Jandar’s eyes opened fully. Could it be a Kindred? If he listened carefully, it didn’t seem that Mikhail was just talking to the dog. His responses soon revealed that the Sceltie had indeed telepathically communicated some things to him. Jandar huffed, lips in undue amusement as he heard Mikhail offer their wares – that the dog had already stolen – multiple times to it.

It was curious. The most cautious person in their party was being lenient and understanding. As the duo moved farther away, Jandar stood up from his bedroll. His previous noble guise had long since been removed, and he was in his usual attire. Well, his usual sleeping attire. Summoning his leather vest and belt, the Warlord quickly put on some overclothes. His boots followed, and then he was off.

By the time Jandar arrived at the edge of the village, the spot in the dying forest the Sceltie had trotted off to, Bellinar was also there, and Jandar barely caught what the Eyrien had said. The Warlord strolled forwards, his gait easy and posture unconcerned. “That was a lot of racket for a would-be-thief,” he commented mildly, looking from the Kindred to the mixed-blood human. He was a strange one; a very feminine sounding boy. Jandar stared at the Glacian, and simply added casually, “You better start explaining yourself.”

He then looked towards the Eyrien with a sweet smile. “Oh, I don’t mind sharing information, Prince. I’d also dearly like to know where you have been and what you have been doing,” he said pointedly, but softly enough that it wasn’t accusatory. Jandar really didn’t want to deal with another pissed off Warlord Prince, after all. “But perhaps we should talk away from these intruders, hm? Mikhail can take care of them. After all, if he doesn’t judge them to be a danger, then they are most likely not a danger,” he concluded.