Xaltwind

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@Expendable
There's absolutely nothing wrong with the magic energies in or around the town. Same as anywhere else.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Brom looks over the destruction caused by broken game balance. "...I just wanted to make some soup."

@Remram

*Mysterious Figure looks at the now re-destroyed village from a mysterious location*
"... I just wanted this place rebuilt."

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Noooo, Ying-tan, it's a trap! Don't let your guard down around the strange man in a bathrobe! Quick, a hoe to the face! HOE TO THE FACE!!! IT'S SELF-DEFENSE!

Umbra Rose Condos

I'm happy you like her. She's very fun to play. :)

Umbra Rose Condos

Double-OOC-post, ermergerd, the indignity!
But, hey, at least Miyuki can ruin someone else's evening too this way. :3

Umbra Rose Condos

Miyuki no Suzuyami

Locationn: Umbra Rose Condos, Bldg #1, Bldg #1 Cafeteria
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Relevant Cast: @CitrusArms Yumeiko, @Lemons Velvet, Others at the Building #1 Cafeteria by proxy of vicinity

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Miyuki's irritation at the sight of the neckbiting shrew was, at least momentarily, abated by the gentle nuzzling of her companion. It was enough for the time to calm the older fox spirit down and amke her focus on what really mattered. Which brings us to the crux of the problem.

The pig-like being who she had seen from afar earlier when she and Yumeiko entered now stepped out of the kitchen, waddled over to the both of them, grabbed his chef's hat in both hands, and began to apologize. Apparently, this was the rumored cook, huh? Kinda of ironic seeing a bipedal pig be the one standing around, chopping meat and putting hams into ovens... But perhaps he was merely pig-like and not an actual, y'know, magic pig who had somehow gained sentie--

-- Wait, what was that about the food? About all the food...!?

The busty black-haired vixen could mentally perceive herself dropping to all fours, before being swalloed up by a black whirlpool of despair and slowly fall down into a spiralling abyss, all while screaming at the top of her lungs in a horrified, exaggerated and somehow comedic fashion. Luckily, none of that actually happened, but it sure did feel like it could've. Before she could tear the gross piglet a new orifice for his negligience though, Yumeiko spoke up and - as was the norm for the golden goddess - spoke both calmly, gently and diplomatically.

Now how was she supposed to rip this guy a new one when she went and did stuff like this? Honestly, that girl...

Recovering from her reeling realization that all rations had rotted and their runbling stomachs were now resigned to remain restless and ravenous, Miyuki let out an irritated sigh before replying to the cook and his aide herself.

"Yes, quite. I'm very good with curses." Apparently the joke Yumeiko had made had now somehow actually turned into a legit, underhanded threat. "While I can look forward to the promised meal of the morrow, that doesn't solve the immediate problem. Is there anything to eat tonight? Or should we excuse ourselves to go hunting on our own?" The fox with the endowments said, eyes half-closed and mouth drawn into a thin line, as a few of her tails flicked sporadically in tense frustration.

This day had just been awful. First she gets assaulted when she helps someone. Then she gets accosted at breakfast. And now she was going to starve because there was no dinner? Truly, this was the worse, and there had never been anyone in all of history who had suffered scuh grievous harships as her this day! While she could... Appreciate... The chef's attempt at placating and promising them the world for the next time, she wasn't hungry then, she was hungry now. Her eyes slowly sacnned the dining area, wandering to see what the situation was like for the others.

Then she spotted it. And a wry smile slowly crept across her face. It was not a good smile.

"We'll have a seat, dear chef, while you check if there's anything for you to bring us." Her voice was suddenly disturbingly friendly, and that shadow over her eyes didn't exactly lend itself to making her seem less ominous.

Grabbing Yumeiko's arm, she pulled the golden haired spirit fox with her, moving to a table that was vacant. A table... That was neighbouring the neckbiter and her dandy-of-a-man whom were playing that silly shogi-knock off. Normally, the fox would never have deigned to even get close to this offensive woman ever again... But irritation, denial of food and the promise of making someone else's evening a bit more unpleasant was all the motivation she needed. After all, the midget had been noticeably affected by Yumi's presence in the morning, so it stood tor eason that having the demi-priestess as a table neighbour would, at least, bring her a mmodicum of inconvenience. Which would make Miyuki happy.

In an uncharacteristic display of gentlemanly-ness, she pulled out a seat for, and ha Yumeiko sit down - back towards the table with the two board gamer players, while she took up the seat on the opposite end, so she could watch the two aformentioned ones. Her golden purple eyes sparked with a mix of mischief and disdain.

"Let's take our time and give that poor man all the time he needs to fetch us our dinner. It can't be helped if these electronic doodads break doiwn, after all." ... She was being very tolerant about this whole thing, for being Miyuki...

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TL;DR:

• Miyuki was put in a momentarily better mood by Yumeiko's kindness.
• SHe then enarly fell to the ground in despair when informed about the food situation.
• She was forced to hold back on throwing a tantrum at the cooking staff by Yumeiko's display of patience and understanding.
• Miyuki then spotted Velvet and an empty table nearby to her and Qaymu, and formed a plan.
• She led Yumeiko over to said table and her seated closest towards the vampire, in order to get petty revenge, because the food crisis was totally taht woman's fault!

Umbra Rose Condos

Ill get a reply post up today!

@LupusIntus

Ditto.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

But I've already replied.
So there is no need for bugging! Ha-haah!

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Northern Village Interactions:

--- Northern part of the Village ---

People: @Remram Brom Stronghammer, @BunniesOfDoom Adrila Jaaxa
Time of Day: Late Morning / Early Midday

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The golden haired dwarfess was about done staring at the sky in deep thought, when the sudden sound of rapidly approaching footsteps shook her from the spellbinding awe of an ever blue sky. Her eyes, as golden as her hair, glanced to the side, in the direction of the noise. It wasn't a beast, judging from the sound, and they weren't wearing armor - plus they were alone. So, not a bandit? Maybe a former resi--

... What happened to this one?

It was an elf. A sh-elf to be exact. ANd she looked like a right mess. The dwarf tilted her head sideways and blinked a few times, her face not quite sure what kind of expression to make - so it remained blank. Then, the elf who had leaves, twigs and other debris stuck to her hair and clothes spoke, asking a question that was rather ridiculous. The dwarf smiled slightly, but only ever so slightly that it was barely even noticeable taht her face changed at all.

"You're in the Farland Frontier." The dwarf's voice was surprisingly soft and pleasant, not at all gruff or gravel-y. There followed a pause. A fairly lenghty one, before the dwarf spoke again. "Oh... But if you're wondering about this place--" She gestured lazily to the backdrop of the ruined settlement behind her. "--your guess is as good as mine. Just got here a while ago myself." ... And that was pretty much all she seemed to have to say on the matter.

A large shadow was caxt over the pair, and the shortstack huntress looked up. Watching as the aerial ship sailed away. Strange. Those didn't usually come this close to the surface, and they certainly didn't travel this far away from their own territory. Curious.

Then, another pair of footsteps was heard. These heavier and accompanied by a voice which was a lot less soft and melodic. Turning her head away form the flying sky-vessel, the caramel-skinned huntress laid on an one of her own kin. The fellow was now standing next ot the pair, asking the elven woman if she was alright.

"She's lost." The hunter responded. "Perhaps you can tell her where she is." She apparently assumed that the dwarf who had just arrived. The dwarf carryiong a veritable kitchen's worth of pots and pans and cutlery on his back, was somehow a resident or native of this place. Or at least familiar with the area.

... She... She might not have all the lgiths on upstairs, if you catch my drift...

Western Village Intractions:

--- Western Edge of the Village ---

People: @Lupusintus Rinn Arniman

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"W-Who this, grampy?"
"Dunno, sweetie. Never seem him before either."
"He live here?"
"I doubt it."
"Bandit?"
"Maybe."
"B-bad guy! Take this!"

A small arm swung out from the carriage and bopped the bard's wide-brimmed hat. The force was laughably neglible and a strong gust of wind could probably have done more to try and knock the young man's hat off his head. The elderly gentleman simply laughed and then shook his head at the antics of the ill-behaved child.

"Sorry about that,s tranger." He chuckled in a friendly manner that somehow made it seem like he had not given his granddaughter the idea that this fellow might possibly be a highwayman. "Well met to you too. I'm afraid I can't really give you an answer though." The man continued, unphased. "Me and my grandchild just arrived her a few minutes ago ourselves, and we haven't run into any locals. Besides, as far as I know, this place isn't even on any map I've ever seen." The elderly fellow explained, nodding towards the crumbling gathering of buildings ahead of the trio.

"Grampy! He bad guy! Shouldn't talk to him."
"I'm sure he's not a bandit, Wilma. Calm down."
"But he all sweaty and gross!"
"Now, now... He's probably just tired from walking. Not everyone gets to ride in a carriage like us."
"No carriage... ... ... .. So he poor?"

... It seemed little Wilma was in no way concerned about possibly offending this stranger, or having any idea of the potential consequences her words and actions may have in the future. Then again, anyone who attacked or harmed a small child - even if they were a bit of a brat - was nothing short of a monster.

"Tell you what, son." The old man said. "Climb on up into the seat next to me. The least we can do is give you a ride into the town proper. You look... Weary." At least he had the decency to offer...

Central Village Interactions:

--- At the heart of the settlement ---

People: @ERode MacKinnon, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick
Time of Day: Latae Morning / Early Midday

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The married couple were suddenly stopped dead in both their tracks and in words, as a blur zipped past them and began to make use of the ill-fated well. One. Two. Three. Three buckets of what could only be assumed to be fairly cold well-water was dunked over the operator in succession, before they shook themself like a wet dog, sending droplets everywhere. Only now did they get a good look at this interloper.

"OH DEAR GODS! HONEY! GET THE BOLT OF LINEN!"
"Bwuh-- Wha-Why, de-"
"Shut up and get to it, you big lug!"
"R-right, on it!"

The larger man scrambled over to the pair's cart, whereas the red-headed woman quickly ran up to the young girl infront of her, grabbing onto the youth's shoulders. her eyes and face filled with concern and worry.

"Are you alright, dear? You're so banged up! Hold on, we'll help, don't you worry!"

It would appear that Sherly had a big heart, seeinga s she was in full-on panicked mother-mode at the sight of this bruised and battered youngster and her bleeding lips. It didn't take long for Daryl to come jogging over a bolt of cloth under one arm. When his eyes landed on the unfamiliar girl's face, his eyes too shot up wide and he finally caught on to as to why his wife had been so frantic. Sliding to a halt next to his spouse, he handed her the cloth.

With remarkable speed that was seemingly impossible for a mere mortal human to achieve, Sheryl dragged out a length of the fabric and, producing a pair of scissors from one of the pockets on her paron, tore loose a lengthy sheet with a skilled, precise series of snips. She then got to work, wrapping the make-shift bandage around @ERode MacKinnon, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick's various bruises and booboo's. Daryl, on the other hand, walked over to the well and dropped the bukcet the girl had placed next to it back down into the well, before pulling up another bucket-full-o'-water... That was leaking out.

Bringing it over to his wife, he was given a scrap of cloth by her and the man soaked it down into the cool water. Then walked up next to the girl, leaned down and began to gently dab her face with it.

"Don't you worry, missy. You'll be right as rain in no time, promise." He spoke with a calm, fatherly tone, and his eyes and face were surprisingly soft and kind.

So absorbed were the wedded pair in treating their new arrival that they didn't even notice the airship's shadow pass them by. Nor the woman who had free-fall skydived and was now lazily parachuting down into the vicinity nearby. Once they were done wrapping the girl up though, and finished wiping the grime and sand and dust from her, the pair finally let out a sight of combined relief.

"Listen, girl. You shouldn't worry about fixing some stupid old well before fixing yourself."
[color=beige"]"That's right! No point fixing a leaky roof if you're leaking too."[/color]
"... You could've phrased that better, dear."
"It's still true though!"
"Haaah.... Anyway, I'm Sheryl. And this big oaf's my husband, Daryl."
"Oh, right! Nice to meet ya, little lady."

Daryl extended a big hand, eager to shake the girl's hand. Sheryl just smiled in an exasperated but friendly manner.

... And then there was a yelp.

Heads turned to watch as girl, carrying a book, recovered from what looked to have been a near-almost-fall. And now she was straightening up... And dusting off non-existent dust... Ah. She saw them. ... Now she's trying to bury her face in the book again. Her ears are all red.

"... You... You okay there, miss?"
"Hey! Maybe she lives here. Do you? You mind if the wife and I move on in and set up shop? It's a long story, but we've come all the way fr-"

Smack!

"Ow, why'd you sock me, woman!?"
"Moron! You think anyone actualyl lives in this place?"
"You never know! Doesn't hurt to ask..."

... And they were back at it again, loosing themselves in their own little bubble of marital life spatting. Completely forgetting about the girl who had just been bandaged up, but wanted to fix the well. The one who fell from the sky. And the one who just showed up and nearly tripped over herself...

--- Other ---

People: @Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira
Time of Day: Late Morning / Early Midday

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As the pair were now engaged in an awkward conversation, of sorts, in the north-east part of the village... They were left mostly undisturbed and uninfringed upon by the rest of the world. A bit of a breeze might've blown, the sun shined down, the birds chirped and the grass sway... But, other then that, they were left to figure out their own meeting themselves.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@ERode
I'm pretty sure the one who brings the food HOME is the one who decides who gets to eat, not the gangly waif who just heats it up.

Also, no soup for you either!

@Tally Dor
Aw, thanks. :)
Yes, we're currently full, but I'll place you in the waitlist if you'd like.

@BunniesOfDoom
I am indeed male irl, got one of those crotch-growths and everything. No worries, it happens all the time - especially on the internets.

Bugging me for posts only works if everyone has posted at least once for the current round. Otherwise, you suffer the wait. ^^