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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 4, 2015 22:52:02 GMT -6
((more than 3 images you know the drill. into the spoiler it goes.)) Manasa nodded towards Enoch as he left. She should start doing the same... she had so many thought whizzing around her head, she was starting to come close to breaking down. "Rezza, You are strong and you are worthy of support just as the rest of us are." She picked up the note in the healer's lap, gesturing it towards him while still keeping it closed out of respect. "I need to go clear my head, but if you ever need me, I'll be here for you." Meekly he brought his head back up, his hand absentmindedly grasping for the strange paper she presented to him. Rezza almost felt paralyzed, unable to move at the risk of breaking apart. At the possibility of garnering more attention with any motion he made. Picking up his other hand cautiously he unfolded the paper, his strained eyes struggling to read it through tears. He swallowed hard. Someone needed his assistance. Using the cuffs of his sleeves the healer swiped at his eyes, attempting to calm his breathing. Such disruptions in his speech would certainly ruin any chants he tried to perform. His legs felt uneasy as he finally moved them, it almost seemed as though his body was made of stone, and got to his feet. With a slow shaky palm he retrieved his knife as well, stuffing it back into the bag tied above his right hip. "E- Excuse me..." Making his way for the exit, Rezza mumbled a small apology for his behavior under his breath. Clumsily he made his way up the stairs. It was easy to tell that he still needed time to compose himself before attending to the small elf. Upon reaching the the ground floor he made his way to the closest room, not even bothering to close the door behind him. {supremely my shit}  Rezza's cold feelings of sadness and shame turned to boiling feelings of anger and loathing. He had allowed himself to be so weak, so vulnerable, in front of everyone. He had completely lost a grip on his composure and his surroundings. A small smack echoed through the room as his palm hit the wall, his claws scraping down it, and a hostile growl rumbled in his throat. Stepping further into the room he approached an ornate chair which sat before a desk, and raising left hand again he struck the chair down to the floor letting out a frustrated yell as he did so. He then walked to the desk and slammed his hand down upon it. 'You're nothing but a stupid coward. The Flores were right about you.' Mentally he scolded himself as his right hand reached down into his bag.  It emerged tightly grasping the old knife. In a slow meticulous motion he brought his arm up high above his head. Then with abrupt swiftness he jabbed it downwards towards the desks surface. "Oh." Rezza's mind took a moment to register what he had just done. His eyes staring downwards. Almost immediately his upper body fell forward, his right hand shooting over to cover his mouth as he let out a pained shriek. Slowly he brought himself back up, his stomach twisting as he stared blankly at the knife jammed into his left hand. "Wh- What have I done?" He knew he didn't have time to sit around. He did not have time to waste. Bringing his hand hesitantly towards the handle of the knife he gripped it lightly, afraid to remove it. |
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Post by norimo on Dec 5, 2015 0:37:15 GMT -6
After a few moments of peace, Ooro sighed heavily and was brought to her feet. She looked down at her tattered loincloth, that was still stained with blood. Needless to say, she felt filthy just as she did back in the library. With a new task at hand, Ooro gathered her belongings and began the search for a way to clean herself. She sauntered through the halls, having to check each and every room she passed which quickly became tiresome due to the vastness of the establishment. Hopefully, she wouldn't accidentally get lost during her endeavor. Finally, she came across a chamber that held a tub with two cranks at the foot of it along with a sort of spout. She raised an eyebrow, not being familiar at all with the set-up. Even in her elven village, while they had a sort of tub, many had to fetch the water for it themselves. Though, if Tairaga had servants, then supposedly they retrieved the water and brought it back? Yet it was in such an inconvenient location in the castle, they'd tire themselves out much too quickly... Out of curiosity, her hand reached for one of the handles, and with a bit of shock she found them able to be rotated. Her ears shot up, clearly startled when the contraption began to fill with water. T-this... she stared, perplexed by the display, W-what an astounding enchantment! Of course. If Tairaga could afford his wide arrange of fancy knick-knacks and kitschy trinkets to fill up about every room for the sole purpose of just creating atmosphere- then he definitely could employ the aid of an enchanter. Ooro's previous village specialized in item enchantment, yet she had never thought of such a creative way to use it. However, the only way she could somehow think of getting a tub to fill on its own was to embed identical arcane circles with one on the container, and the other at the water source. Though, depending on the distance of the water source and item, this could surely prove to be one of the harder enchantments... One of her hands flew to her mouth in awe. If only I could do something like this! Back when she had been able to harvest her magical blood, the best she could do was imbue spools and fabrics for her work. In that time, she had regarded her elders with utmost respect, being that they could enchant a wide array of tools, one being the severing dagger itself. Surely, they could pull something like this off? She shook her head to snap out of her amazement. Her eyes scanned the room as she searched for something to dry herself with after. They caught glimpse of a few towels stacked in a cabinet, a few standing out in a deep violet color. Did the wealthy have to be flashy in everything they did? Such a dye would've been valued highly in certain parts of Ignis back when she was apart of the world, but maybe that wasn't the case anymore. As Ooro undressed, she could see herself in the full-length mirror ahead of her. Her eyes strayed to the wide scar stretched across her stomach, and she quickly averted her gaze as she lowered herself in the water. Even after so many years had passed, the scar had made her feel so... vulnerable. So small. She had thought the discomfort it caused would have faded over time, but that never came true. While the one atop her forehead surely caused her some grief, why was the mark on her abdomen so profound? Perhaps now, it became more bothersome as ever as it all came flooding back to her after the battle with Tairaga. The searing pain that shot through when he struck her, and then the figure... The figure had been barely recognizable. Though the skull it carried atop its head had struck her as familiar, and she had seen it before. Scarcely could she remember of the incident, but she had recalled but a little. There was a time in which she had made a grave mistake while hunting, and when she thought her fate was surely sealed, she awoke with her wounds healed- the only proof that the incident happened were the scars that lingered. --- The pain had been unbearable. Deep scarlet droplets spilled from the elven woman's injuries as she hobbled back to her "home." Using the last energy left within her, the woman crawl atop the tree's branches, and laid herself upon the bark as she stared up into the sky. Her breathing was slow, sometimes suffering from the occassional interruption as the blood got caught in her throat.  The woman waited for the stars to shine, as to fill her last vision with twinkling lights. However, her sight began to blur, yet she was still determined to keep her eyes open. Before she had known it, an apparition had taken her side; its eyes fixated on the woman. It keeps its distance, watching as the elf had struggled to stay awake. For a moment, the woman's eyes flickered to the figure but does not keep them there. They return to the sky. The apparition opened its mouth, "Even in your final moments, you strive for the stars?" There was no reply, but the figure continued to speak. "I have felt you. Your feet have dragged themselves across my soil for years now. You toiled to survive in this land, and soon found yourself apart of this place. Though I have always wondered- why?"
Once again, the elven woman did not answer. Neither could she muster the energy to speak, but it became apparent that nothing the figure said was being picked up upon, or registered. Yet, the figure shrugged, and continued onward.  "... You have even found yourself a home here. You have become rooted. Though now, you have run into a mishap..."
The elf coughed once more, and the apparition shook its head. "We believe the blood of the living to be sacred, but you..." she paused, "Have yet to realize your own blood is precious. Surely, you could have fought back with a little more resilience." The elven woman's face contorted with pain, and her breathing became heavier as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I believe you to be apart of us, yet your body; it is odd. I cannot connect you with something more... suitable. I suppose if this body will not do-" the ghostly figure smiled, "Then I will have to give you a new one." With that, the spirit lifted one arm and swung it down in front of the woman, who had lost consciousness momentarily, and the wound had begun to close. While the elf's breathing was hard, it began to steady. "I will not let potential be wasted this once, but I am unsure how well you will manage. Though perhaps... a challenge will be good for you."
The elven woman awoke in the morning, her clothes soaked by the rain that occurred over night. However, they were stained with red, and across her stomach had been a massive scar. The night had been a blur, she remembered the animal shredding through her flesh, but not much after. Though someone must have patched her up... The woman's eyes grew wide, as though remembering the figure partially. Silently, she muttered under her breath, "Am I hallucinating?" before lifting herself up, and scurrying down from the branches... --- Ooro dried herself off with a towel as she stepped out of the tub. She wrapped the cloth around her and headed for one of the nearby rooms. She was sure she saw a wardrobe around the place somewhere... Luckily before she had been searching too long, she had stumbled across an armoire, and shuffled through its contents. Much of the clothing had been rather showy, especially grand, which was rather off-putting to someone who wore things out of practicality. Observing the fashion from a tailor's perspective was rather interesting however. So this is what humans were wearing nowadays? Well, at least the wealthy ones. Regardless, they were very intricate with their ribbons and polished beads. She rubbed the fabric in between her fingers, running her nail along it gently... ...She stood to look at herself in the full length mirror.  She raised an eyebrow, and her cheeks flushed. Out of curiosity, she supposed she wanted to pretend to be apart of them again and did so by adorning herself in their fabrics. Though... she felt a bit ridiculous. Her appearance was just strange. She was a mesh of faded elven features and some other ambiguous factors, topped with human fashion. Her ears began to droop, feeling a tad bit humiliated by her endeavor. If Ooro couldn't even wear the same clothing, perhaps there was no place for her among them. She hurriedly undid the collar's ribbon, and searched for something else as a frustrated tear had fallen from one eye. She wiped it away, trying to ignore its presence. She had found a few fabrics among the chambers, and decided to practice her tailoring skills once more. This time, she focused a bit more on the style, though tried to keep it simplistic. After pairing it with a few garments she felt were humble enough for her standing, she decided to sneak off with a silk ribbon. Her eyes watched her hands closely as she tied it around her back... it was a tad bit familiar. Back in her old village, she remembered tying one around herself every morning, though never bothered to do so after becoming a hermit. While the fabric was a bit flashy in taste, she took a bit of a liking to it. After getting changed, she headed back into the main foyer as her eyes scanned for potential recruits to converse with. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 5, 2015 6:21:07 GMT -6
"Something light... if that's possible. Last battle I was better protected, but my dances weren't as effective because I was held back by heavy armor." Manasa removed the gauntlet she kept on one wrist as well as her boots, flexing her feet and taking a few steps as she admired her newfound mobility. "To be honest this is all very foreign to me, I've never seen a vishkanyan wear armor it just, mm... did not exist in the desert," "And it all has to look nice. If Naga is unhappy with how I look then my dances will all be for nothing." "Hmmm," he began to respond, trying on one of the gauntlets and stretching his fingers within the glove while recalling what he'd seen so far. He didn't know very much about Vishkanyan aesthetic outside of what he'd seen in books and with Manasa herself. "I don't know what sort of armor Naga would find appropriate but, there's a rather decent selection at least. The lighter armor is closer to the back, and there's some more colorful pieces in the closet as well if that would interest you." Daryn barely listened to the conversation for her excitement was on her own armor. She did have a thought, however. I don't know who Naga is, but if he thinks she doesn't look good enough, he's stupid!Daryn let out a low, slow giggle as she removed her shoulder plates, fearen breastplate, scabbard and quiver. She kicked off her boots, noting the long-dried blood that had stuck to the back of her feet with a grimace. She then grabbed a random pair of boots and put all her new equipment on to test mobility. She was very happy with the results. {Spoiler - Click to View}  " I am protected!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, spinning around a few times and once again landing in front of Manasa. She raised both arms for a double high five and made a loud " Woooooop!" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 5, 2015 7:28:01 GMT -6
Mimisko wiped wiped the joyful tears out of her eyes, put the memory orb in her pocket, and walked out of the room. She felt for determination then ever before.
"I will help Ignis become better... for this guild....for Kama..... for Kelemio....and for Dad and Mama's sake!"
Mimisko walked forward to where she was going. Then she saw that Enoch, Daryn, and Manasa are in her direction.
"Hey guys, are you doing alright?"
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Post by Penguin on Dec 5, 2015 8:43:54 GMT -6
((God sorry for not doing anything. These past few weeks have been a hell fir me thanks to school work. I hope i can still do something. I am twenty pages late but srcrew it, i will find some excuse of Nicolas' abssent this wholle time... here i go)) ( When first arrived to the castle) Nicolas, amazed by the amount of food that was prepared for them. He sat down and ate a big amount of food. After he finished eating, he stood up " Well, I will go explore this place a bit. See ya everyone later" Nicolas wondered the castle for quite some time... untill he got bored... " Well, I should go back to the others... but first... i um... i should do something about my clothing..." he said as he looked at himself. His apperience looked terrible since the last battle. His clothes were already torn of a bit before, but now they were even worse after yesterdays battle. So, he went into the nearest room. Luckily,it was a bedroom. " Now there should be some clothes left somewere" he said. Nicolas searched the wholle room. Fortunatelly he found some clothes that looked like he could wear them. Satisfied by what he had found, Nicolas changed his clothes. Whille he was doing that, a small breezee went inside the room, making its dor close with a loud sound " What the hell?" Nicolas almost screamed. He quickly went to the door and tried to open it. He could not. Nicolas panicked and tried to pull it open with all the stenght he had. Instead, he managed to break the handle. Nicolas silently looked once the door, once the handle... " Well... shit...." ( durring the Celty and Oxy events) Nicolas despertly tried to open the door with everuthing he had. His hammer, his staff, magic, he even tried to throw a chair at it. All his attempts were prooven uselless. " WHAT IS THIS DOOR EVEN MADE FROM DAMMIT?!" ( after the events/ current time) Nicolas, tired from trying to open the door, finally accepted his defeat " Ok door you... win... i give up" Nicolas sat down " I will now have ti accept the fact that i was deffeated by a door ,and live the rest of my life here... in this bedroom..." Nicolas leaned back on the door. As he did that, the door made a small click sound and opened wide, making Nicolas fall back. A few seconds passed and Nicolas realised what just happened... " Ha... Hahaha! I DID IT! TAKE THAT YOU STUPID DOOR!" He almost screamed as walked towards the others (( Yes, this is the excuse of why Nicolas wasnt at these events. He was held hostage by an evill door... also i will propably adit this post tomorow to add the updated version of Nicolas apperience)) (( edit: here he is  ) |
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Post by not u on Dec 5, 2015 9:33:48 GMT -6
Enoch was trying on a couple different sizes of boots, flexing and pointing his foot a few times before standing up and bending his knees. "I am protected!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, spinning around a few times and once again landing in front of Manasa. She raised both arms for a double high five and made a loud "Woooooop!" The priest looked up in surprise, unable to contain his massive grin as Daryn went running excitedly around the room and moved to high five Manasa, starting to laugh a bit. There it was, that thought that he had at the campfire last night echoed itself again only louder. Very charming. He took a few steps in his new boots to test out how they felt, far more reserved about whether or not he wanted to slide into his new clothes while he was still filthy and blood covered from the last battle. "Now that's a proper breastplate," he hummed playfully. "You're really looking like one of the knights now!" "Hey guys, are you doing alright?" Enoch looked towards the door and nodded to Mimisko, a hint of a smile still left on his face. "We're doing fine, Mimisko. We're scavenging for some new armor, care to join us?" |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Dec 5, 2015 9:35:58 GMT -6
It took Celty a solid minute before she could bring herself to respond. "Y-Yes, his hair is fine to touch." She managed, leaning down next to them and placing her hands on Oxy's shoulders. She'd cried too much already today, and yet she could feel the wetness on her face. "I'm so sorry..." A million words were on the tip of her tongue but that was all she could manage to say. "You're so... kind." She tried to keep eye contact with him although her vision was blurry from the tears. She wanted to say more but it seemed that was all she could manage as the stress of everything finally collapsed upon her. Her shoulders were shaking and tears were streaming down her face, but despite that she was smiling. "Thank you."Kama pat Oxy on the head and told the boy "You're still a welcomed member of our guild kid. Don't be afraid to talk to me if you ever need help." He then said to Celty "It's fine Celty. Just try your best to do the right thing from now on. I still have faith in you. I have faith that every member of this guild, including you, will some day become heroes, because I know that this is the guild that will save Ignis." He then looked at the dinner table that he completely ruined and the vandalized paintings that he spread all over the place and said "I guess I should clean up this mess that i made huh? Not to mention my clothes were ruined by that last fight with Tairaga, it's been forever since I last washed myself, and I've still got a bleeding arm. It looks like I've got plenty of business to take care of so I'll talk to you later." Kama picked up the bowl of soup that he spilled during his food fight with Daryn and started walking towards the kitchen to put it in the sink. Lots of his hair got inside of the soup so there was no point in trying to eat it anymore. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 5, 2015 9:48:15 GMT -6
"I love to~."
Mimisko walked over Enoch, Daryn, and Manasa
"I guess I need something to keep myself from getting injured. We may gotten through the other battles but I am sure this final battle that's taken place in Aredon Temple will be extremely tough."
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 5, 2015 15:01:48 GMT -6
Celty picked up the cloak once Kama left and placed it carefully around Oxy's shoulders. He stared at his hands and then made a face when they didn't change back, pulling at the area where the pendent used to be. "Fix." "Oxy, it doesn't work anymore." "Fix!" His lower lip quivered and she sighed as she carefully put his hood over his head. "It's broken, Oxy. There's nothing left I can do about it." He shivered and pulled the cloak tightly around himself, scurrying over to the table and crawling underneath. Celty followed and sat on the floor near him, although not under it with him. She figured he needed some space and that just being close to him would be enough for now. Hey, shifter...Celty frowned, rage flashing through her features. "What the hell do you want." There was a long pause. Perhaps you can explain something to me.Celty was quiet, waiting for her to continue. How are there people like you to protect abominations like him."We're done with this conversation."
When he dies, do you think anyone besides you will be sad?"Stop it." I'm just trying to understand.There was something about the voice that made Celty confused for a moment. There wasn't any malice in these questions, despite their horrible phrasing. And there was something she hadn't heard before that startled her. "Are you...?" {Spoiler - Click to View}  The voice went silent. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 5, 2015 15:34:06 GMT -6
Overcome with severe uncertainty Rezza stared at the knife lodged through his hand and into the desk beneath it. He had done it again. After so many years he had lost count of the amount of times he had done something like this, each negative emotion taking a tangible toll on his body. 'How can the others stay so cool in the face of all of this shit?' Hesitantly his grip tightened on the handle. The others seemed unable to lose their cool completely, or to have found better ways to work around or through their feelings; he was never given that insight, any time he had lost his handle on his emotions it always came back to burn him just as bad as others had. Always full of destructive behaviors he only took notice of when it was finally too late. Being as careful as he could with his trembling hand the healer removed the knife. 'Why does this keep happening?' He let his right arm fall to his side as he brought his left hand up, gaping at what he had done.  His ears flicked back as he slowly put the knife away and brought his right hand up to hold onto his left wrist. Though he had the capability to help others he was completely powerless to help himself in this situation. He could never bring himself to waste the magic required to cast a spell to heal his own mistake, and chants would not work on their user past the healing of aches and inconsequential wounds. Everything he had ever done only lead him to failure. He had spent nearly his entire life running with his literal tail between his literal legs in a quite literal fashion. Running from his past. From reality. From his own inadequacies. After decades it was too late to change any of that. But he didn't have time to yet again reflect on how he was only hurting himself with every action he took. Turning from the room he made his way clumsily into the hall, his head was spinning as he tried to figure out where anything was. Looking down Rezza noticed his hand bleeding onto the floor, surely something that would be hard for others to miss. There wasn't anytime to try and fix it. Instead all he could do was hold his arms stiffly in front of him, his right hand gripping his left tighter than a vice, and hope no one would notice.  Looking into the hall it seemed like a foreign land. He was completely turned around, once again he had lost a grip on his surroundings. Still dazed from the shock of his own actions he stumbled forward, into the entrance hall, the words from the note becoming unclear in his mind. The note itself he stashed away in his bag when he had returned his knife there back in the dungeon. A heavy fear weighed on his mind, unsure if it was even safe for him to reach in there again. Unsure of what actions he might take next. The healer fell into the wall, struggling to stand with its support, and looked around the now trashed room with dead eyes as his hand tried to contain the blood he was losing. |
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Post by titee on Dec 5, 2015 15:42:30 GMT -6
Manasa's eyes widened. she held her arms in front of her, mimicking Daryn in hopes that this was the reaction that she wanted. "W-whoop?!" The act of high-fiving was completely foreign to her, causing Daryn's actions to catch her completely off guard and at a loss. As she stood with her hands up her eyes quickly scanned Daryn's new outfit, admiring how her new armor sparkled in the light. Manasa turned to Mimisko as her name was said, arms still up. "Oh, hello Mimisko," she said, not realizing just have strange she must have seemed at this moment. |
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Post by schribbit on Dec 5, 2015 17:23:21 GMT -6
ChibiGissy not u (more quotes when I get on the computer) Manasa's eyes widened. she held her arms in front of her, mimicking Daryn in hopes that this was the reaction that she wanted. "W-whoop?!" Manasa turned to Mimisko as her name was said, arms still up. "Oh, hello Mimisko," she said. Daryn, noting Manasa joining in for the high five, slammed both hands on hers with excited force. "YEAAAAHHH!!" She bellowed, clenching her fists in front of her in excitement. It was then that she noted Mimisko near the doorway. "Hey kid! Join us, look at all the great armor!" She shouted, excitedly flailing her arms around her. "You're gonna need it, take what you can while you have this opportunity!"
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Post by Allie on Dec 5, 2015 18:06:15 GMT -6
A look of dissapointment graced his facial features as he saw the imp run further out, ignoring his calls. He considered his choices: either to leave the imp alone or to make another powerful ally. The imp had power and courage beyond what Osseus could ever think himself to be, and to see him beat himself up over another guild member's sins wasn't going to slide. He took a deep breath and traveled out with the mindset that he was already too far off. Before long, his eyes were treated to the sight of a small clearing, a tree in the center of a pond putting the entire scene together. His gaze wandered to the imp, seemingly forlorn from his posture. Osseus opened his bag to check for supplies in case Zerah needed anything, greeted with one article of clothing sticking out like a sore thumb: His red hood. The garment held a lot of fond memories of his past excursions: but the meaning behind it held more bitter memories. It was what he used to hide his identity, what he wore to forsake his morality in the face of survival. He donned the hood whenever he stole from the innocent, disabled or even possibly killed rival bandits, and desecrated the dead by selling their organs in exchange for food. He breathed deeply before making his final decision on the garment and what it represented. It was time to let go of those worries; his scars were enough a reminder of everything he went through. With the slight wind from the lake near the glittering tree blowing, he cast aside his hood, letting it float off wherever.  The selfish, insecure boy that hid behind the hood was no more. That boy wouldn't be the one who would save Ignis and make his loved ones proud.  With casting aside his past, he plopped down next to Zerah, admiring the nature that surrounded the two. He took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 5, 2015 18:22:26 GMT -6
With removing his memory, he plopped down next to Zerah, admiring the nature that surrounded the two. He took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. Zerah nearly fell into the pool at the surprise Osseus had given him. He had though he had been alone this entire time, running through the woods and peering into empty trees. To anyone else, he'd have looked like a mad man. He took a deep breath to recover from the startle Osseus had caused and looked over at the small elf boy. He'd been the kindest to him out of everyone in the guild, and for that, Zerah was grateful. A question popped into his mind, and although it wasn't likely, he had to ask it anyways. "Uh...hey..were you the one singing..?" He pondered. He shook his head, realizing this was a stupid question as Osseus had come from behind him and turned back to face the tree. "Aaaaaah, nevermind, it probably wasn't you hahah. OH! I forgot to say, thank you very much for the food you had given me! It was really good! Kinda hard to find meat with Kama scarfing it all down, am i right?" The imp chuckled to himself, his face quickly turning from jovial to ponderous. "So uh..Osseus....why'd you follow me out here? I was just coming to check on...." The imp stopped. Truth is, there was nothing here left to check on. Just the abandoned glimmer tree and pool of mana that seemed to have been kept a secret from everyone. Otherwise there'd probably be a settlement here. "Heheh, well, I guess I wasn't really checking on anything." Zerah finished. The imp laid back onto the abnormally soft grass, his feet still sunken into the water. The feeling of magic flowing through his body was something he hadn't felt in so long, and he was going to try and enjoy it for as long as he could. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 5, 2015 18:40:50 GMT -6
"Zerah nearly fell into the pool at the surprise Osseus had given him. He had though he had been alone this entire time, running through the woods and peering into empty trees. To anyone else, he'd have looked like a mad man. He took a deep breath to recover from the startle Osseus had caused and looked over at the small elf boy. He'd been the kindest to him out of everyone in the guild, and for that, Zerah was grateful. A question popped into his mind, and although it wasn't likely, he had to ask it anyways. "Uh...hey..were you the one singing..?" He pondered. He shook his head, realizing this was a stupid question as Osseus had come from behind him and turned back to face the tree. "Aaaaaah, nevermind, it probably wasn't you hahah. OH! I forgot to say, thank you very much for the food you had given me! It was really good! Kinda hard to find meat with Kama scarfing it all down, am i right?" The imp chuckled to himself, his face quickly turning from jovial to ponderous. "So uh..Osseus....why'd you follow me out here? I was just coming to check on...." The imp stopped. Truth is, there was nothing here left to check on. Just the abandoned glimmer tree and pool of mana that seemed to have been kept a secret from everyone. Otherwise there'd probably be a settlement here. "Heheh, well, I guess I wasn't really checking on anything." Zerah finished. The imp laid back onto the abnormally soft grass, his feet still sunken into the water. The feeling of magic flowing through his body was something he hadn't felt in so long, and he was going to try and enjoy it for as long as he could. He chuckled at Zerah's words, a little shocked at how cordial he was being considering everything that was happening. "I wish. I can't sing worth anything. Plus I got my meat when everyone else left that dining room," Snickers left his lips before replying again, answering Zerah's other inquiries. "I was coming to check up on you, that's all," He stared at the glimmering waters, his reflection staring back "Just wanted to thank you for saving my and Kama's life," He took a gander at Zerah's face, reminded of himself and everything his life represented. His next few words were reminiscent of those thoughts of his, hoping to soothe his own insecurities in the process. "I don't know why everyone treats you like shit. If it weren't for you grabbing Kama and saving my ass from that crazy body snatcher, neither of us would be here," He averted his gaze to the sky, a little wistful from the emotional roller coaster the day brought, "I'm glad you're in the guild." |
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Manasa nodded towards Enoch as he left. She should start doing the same... she had so many thought whizzing around her head, she was starting to come close to breaking down. "Rezza, You are strong and you are worthy of support just as the rest of us are." She picked up the note in the healer's lap, gesturing it towards him while still keeping it closed out of respect. "I need to go clear my head, but if you ever need me, I'll be here for you."
