I think we have a little more to talk about, it might be abrupt to jump forward right this instant.
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I'm a little confused on what information the characters have and what might have directly preceded the ceremony, as my post may have indicated. Is there any information about the thieves our characters should already know, or are they just looking for anyone suspicious in the general area? And does the group have general supplies shared between them, like food and camping materials, maybe in a cart of some kind? Do they know that they're waiting on someone else?
The 'evidence' Lord Shima brought up was the most immediately interesting to Metou. 'This is the first I've heard of them 'transforming'. It sounds interesting, and familiar, but it's alarming to hear new information at this point,' Metou thought.
She was prepared to tune out the others and think of what to do next, but one of the half-onis broke her concentration. "Glad to hear you can last a little longer" Metou simply turned her head away and grumbled slightly. She couldn't tell how belittling Yuudai was intending to be, and she was intimidating regardless. Metou didn't want to respond.
Metou glanced outside as more promises to the lord were delivered, and as Lord Shima rejected the request for a leader. The only personal item Metou had requested from the village was ammunition and gunpowder, and some money to buy some more in the next town over. However, there were still other things she assumed they needed, such as food and some tenting, and other clues they might need.
Once Kenji was done making his promises to the Lord, Metou said to no one in particular, "On the subject of leadership, someone swifter and more focused than I should ensure that we have everything we need before we depart, in both supplies and information. I think I'll be outside as well." In need of some fresh air, away from the multitude of watching eyes from the villagers celebrating their mission, Metou began to make her way outside. It was impossible for her to slink away quietly, considering the noise her jars made. Though the village threw their respect upon the group now, Metou wondered what they thought of the sound of fluid-filled jars clanking around underneath her cloak, and what they would think if one of them contained her own eye.
She was prepared to tune out the others and think of what to do next, but one of the half-onis broke her concentration. "Glad to hear you can last a little longer" Metou simply turned her head away and grumbled slightly. She couldn't tell how belittling Yuudai was intending to be, and she was intimidating regardless. Metou didn't want to respond.
Metou glanced outside as more promises to the lord were delivered, and as Lord Shima rejected the request for a leader. The only personal item Metou had requested from the village was ammunition and gunpowder, and some money to buy some more in the next town over. However, there were still other things she assumed they needed, such as food and some tenting, and other clues they might need.
Once Kenji was done making his promises to the Lord, Metou said to no one in particular, "On the subject of leadership, someone swifter and more focused than I should ensure that we have everything we need before we depart, in both supplies and information. I think I'll be outside as well." In need of some fresh air, away from the multitude of watching eyes from the villagers celebrating their mission, Metou began to make her way outside. It was impossible for her to slink away quietly, considering the noise her jars made. Though the village threw their respect upon the group now, Metou wondered what they thought of the sound of fluid-filled jars clanking around underneath her cloak, and what they would think if one of them contained her own eye.
As a 21 year old man who is 5'2", I feel I can at least somewhat feel Gin's pain.
Yeah, she probably did. And I imagine she's traveled before too, maybe even done tasks like these for the clan as well, though I don't know what would specifically she could've done. Really there's a lot in her 58 years with the clan I should probably come up with for her bio, which I can do tonight (edit: though it did say "brief history"). Maybe you can send me a pm if there's something in particular that would be fitting?
Speaking of which, I did add a bit of description for her appearance, since it'll be a little while until I have time to finish the picture.
Speaking of which, I did add a bit of description for her appearance, since it'll be a little while until I have time to finish the picture.
I've made my post late as usual, let me know if something is amiss
Though it contributed to her reputation as an outsider separated from the clan's customs, someone not truly to be trusted as an elder in the village, Metou normally stayed on the outskirts of festivities. It may have been her upbringing and subsequent banishment from a village that frowned upon anything excitable, but Metou was always uncomfortable in an energetic crowd. Unfortunately, shying away wasn't an option at this particular festival. As a volunteer to recover Shima's stolen relic, Metou was now one of the guests of honor. Metou wore her nicest eyepatch just for the occasion, adorned with crow feathers.
When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties.
One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?'
Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.
When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties.
One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?'
Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.
I have a big assignment and a midterm on Tuesday, so I'll probably finish it after that. I think I'll add in a note describing Metou's colors today when I have the time.
@XartarinI have a question about her eyeball storage. Does that mean that she can transform into a specific person more than once so long as she keeps their eye?
Yes
It makes a copy, but the copy only exists while she's using that form. (Again, unless that causes problems, I'm mostly just considering what would be most convenient)
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