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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 23:01:20 GMT -6
Zerah continued to beat away at the homemade punching bag, not fazed by Manasa's comment. "Who cares?" He stated, plainly. "I don't make sense to most people, so this isn't a big surprise." He rolled his eyes as he continued to punch and kick the bag of blood and cotton, noticing that Manasa had made herself his audience. He was slightly annoyed by this as performance anxiety began to set in. He could feel himself getting sloppy due to his own need to look like a competent fighter, and stopped. He moved his hair towards the other side of his eye, revealing the cork lodged into his other socket. Perhaps if he couldn't see the woman, it would help. And it did. Zerah began to block out the idea that Manasa was even watching him, and felt himself moving faster and more fluidly as he continued his attack on this hanging bag of fluff. Manasa looked down at her lap sadly, pushing her feet up the crate she was sitting on and digging her nails into her arms. She wanted to make herself small. small and insignificant. How could she of all people, who used to think of herself so highly, now feel so much anxiety? "It's not the arms... or the blood or the drooling or any of that just..." She grips onto her arms tighter, feeling so vulnerable at this moment. Would Zerah even care about what she had to say? did any of it matter at all? She took a deep breath, eyes still glued to her lap. "It's me. I expect people to care about me." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 10, 2015 23:17:28 GMT -6
Manasa looked down at her lap sadly, pushing her feet up the crate she was sitting on and digging her nails into her arms. She wanted to make herself small. small and insignificant. How could she of all people, who used to think of herself so highly, now feel so much anxiety? "It's not the arms... or the blood or the drooling or any of that just..." She grips onto her arms tighter, feeling so vulnerable at this moment. Would Zerah even care about what she had to say? did any of it matter at all? She took a deep breath, eyes still glued to her lap. "It's me. I expect people to care about me." Zerah was immediately irritated as he listened to her list his flaws and complain about the fact the imp didn't like her. With one right hook, Zerah sent the punching bag flying towards the wall, slamming against it with a large thump before it fell to the floor, along with a few loose bricks. The ooze dissipated into a puddle once more and slid its way back to him, forming the enormous claws the imp was used to. He looked down at his arms once more, now more self conscious than ever. It wasn't that Zerah was mad about the woman being so self centered, he became more angry with himself. He was the same way, but tried his best to deny it. He wanted people to like and care about him, but he wasn't going to get that kind of attention with the way he currently looked. Then, a thought flashed through his head. The guild had a sort of metal worker. N-n-nick..? Zerah couldn't put his finger on the young man's name, but perhaps he could help the imps problem. He looked back towards Manasa. "Look, I get it. Everyone wants people to like them. It's natural for any species to crave attention or care or even something as simple as acknowledging their existence. You're no different than every other creature on this planet. So you can mope around and complain about it, or you can do something to change it." Zerah shouted, more towards himself than Manasa. "Look, I have to talk to...uh...N-Nick? I have to talk to that weaponsmith. You're welcome to come along and vent to me about whatever, so long as it isn't..." He hesitated for a moment. "....Rylan.." And with that, Zerah hurriedly left the room and back towards the dining room, trying to find this man whose name he could not remember for the life of him, not waiting for Manasa to respond. He assumed she'd follow him. It took a few minutes of searching, but Zerah eventually found the man talking with Mimisko. He'd be interupting their conversation, but didn't care too much. "Hey! Uh...N-Nick!" He stopped in front of the blonde fellow, a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi! My name is Zerah! I know we haven't really had a chance to talk, but I had something I wanted to ask you!" He held his titanic claws out towards him. "I know you work with metal and what not. Do you think....uh..you'd be able to make a pair of arms that i could use..?" He looked toward the man with pleading eyes, hoping that he'd have some sort of way to design the imp a pair of arms that wouldn't immediately scare people away. (( Penguin )) |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 10, 2015 23:18:57 GMT -6
"It's usually not the people themselves who have the most problem with me," she frowned sourly. "It seems wearing someone else's face doesn't go well with friends and family." She sighed and got to her feet, noticing the man looking down at his attire. "I'd offer to fix those for you, but the material has been damaged quite a bit. I can't make something out of nothing. If you'd like me to mend it, we could gather some material and I could fix it up. Or if you'd rather get more clothes in general, I'll be on my way." She waited for him to respond, when another thought made its way to the front of her mind. "And that mark that seared your skin--you can only see it when I'm in your vessel. I'd keep this little contract between us. Unless you want a collar too." She ran her fingers across it with anger flickering in her eyes. Rezza nodded listening to Clarissa. Slowly he got to his feet, looking down at himself before looking back towards her. "You've certainly done more than enough." He gave a small wave before backing towards the wall, light-headedness making him almost lose his balance. "I would not want to impose. Definitely there are a few things I will need to take care of," Taking note of the blood covering his hands, face, and thigh; as well as blood now caught in the fur on his tail. The days events had made him quite a mess. "and I doubt you would care to bother with my business. Of course you are welcome to help with these," The healer quickly gestured down to his pants. "if you are so inclined. I haven't a clue what they have in a place like this, but I can imagine someone of my stature would not have an easy time finding fitting clothing. I certainly would not turn down your assistance were you to offer it." Chuckling he looked back the way he came scratching at his neck. "It would be fitting, wouldn't it?" Sarcasm was thick in his voice as he spoke. |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 23:46:15 GMT -6
"Look, I get it. Everyone wants people to like them. It's natural for any species to crave attention or care or even something as simple as acknowledging their existence. You're no different than every other creature on this planet. So you can mope around and complain about it, or you can do something to change it." Zerah shouted, more towards himself than Manasa. "Look, I have to talk to...uh...N-Nick? I have to talk to that weaponsmith. You're welcome to come along and vent to me about whatever, so long as it isn't..." He hesitated for a moment. "....Rylan.." And with that, Zerah hurriedly left the room and back towards the dining room, trying to find this man whose name he could not remember for the life of him, not waiting for Manasa to respond. He assumed she'd follow him. It took a few minutes of searching, but Zerah eventually found the man talking with Mimisko. He'd be interupting their conversation, but didn't care too much. "Hey! Uh...N-Nick!" He stopped in front of the blonde fellow, a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi! My name is Zerah! I know we haven't really had a chance to talk, but I had something I wanted to ask you!" He held his titanic claws out towards him. "I know you work with metal and what not. Do you think....uh..you'd be able to make a pair of arms that i could use..?" He looked toward the man with pleading eyes, hoping that he'd have some sort of way to design the imp a pair of arms that wouldn't immediately scare people away. Manasa scrunched her face as Zerah turned away, completely missing the point of what she had attempted to say. she was about to open her mouth to protest, to restate how she felt when Zerah waltz right up to Nicolas and Mimisko and interrupted their conversation, apparently back to his chipper self. This caused her distressed to only grow. He was so manipulative... how could she believe anything he said...? Manasa shook her head and slapped herself on the cheek for thinking this way. She watched quietly in the background as Zerah tried to interact with the metal smith, keeping her words to herself. She wanted to cry right now. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 10, 2015 23:49:40 GMT -6
"You've certainly done more than enough." He gave a small wave before backing towards the wall, light-headedness making him almost lose his balance. "I would not want to impose. Definitely there are a few things I will need to take care of," Taking note of the blood covering his hands, face, and thigh; as well as blood now caught in the fur on his tail. The days events had made him quite a mess. "and I doubt you would care to bother with my business. Of course you are welcome to help with these," The healer quickly gestured down to his pants. "if you are so inclined. I haven't a clue what they have in a place like this, but I can imagine someone of my stature would not have an easy time finding fitting clothing. I certainly would not turn down your assistance were you to offer it." Chuckling he looked back the way he came scratching at his neck. "It would be fitting, wouldn't it?" Sarcasm was thick in his voice as he spoke. Clarissa chuckled lightly. "Alright. I don't suppose anyone else would be willing to stand my company. I'd be glad to follow and help you out." She frowned slightly. "If others pass us, I'll take my leave however. I don't want anymore confrontations today."
After diving in the cloths for quite awhile, Oxy came out with the best fitting clothes he could find. They didn't fit well, but it was hard to find things his size. He smiled up at Daryn, excited and proud of his accomplishment. "Let's go back to the dining hall!" He said, pumping his hands in the air for what had to have been the tenth time that day. His sleeves rolled down his arms and he eyed them curiously, not used to the material. His cloak slipped off and he reached to grab that, a bit frustrated it wasn't staying in place like it used to.  |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 11, 2015 0:38:16 GMT -6
Clarissa chuckled lightly. "Alright. I don't suppose anyone else would be willing to stand my company. I'd be glad to follow and help you out." She frowned slightly. "If others pass us, I'll take my leave however. I don't want anymore confrontations today.""Understandable." Nodding Rezza began trudging along the hall dragging his feet back to where he came from, at a pace that wasn't very hard to keep up with. First thing was first, he had something to do. He kept close to the wall until he spotted a familiar shape and stooped down beside it. While he wouldn't have need for the staff it could certainly come in handy at this moment. Besides, it felt wrong to abandon something that had been with him for twenty years of his life. His right hand grasped at the end of his staff; then, using the staff to assist his balance, he hesitantly got to his feet. Unsure of what to do he walked off into a nearby room, and opened up the wardrobe inside. "So," He paused staring at the contents. "when you say materials...?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 11, 2015 1:50:19 GMT -6
"Understandable." Nodding Rezza began trudging along the hall dragging his feet back to where he came from, at a pace that wasn't very hard to keep up with. First thing was first, he had something to do. He kept close to the wall until he spotted a familiar shape and stooped down beside it. While he wouldn't have need for the staff it could certainly come in handy at this moment. Besides, it felt wrong to abandon something that had been with him for twenty years of his life. His right hand grasped at the end of his staff; then, using the staff to assist his balance, he hesitantly got to his feet. Unsure of what to do he walked off into a nearby room, and opened up the wardrobe inside. "So," He paused staring at the contents. "when you say materials...?" " Clarissa reached her hand in, feeling the cloth between her fingers and mulling it over. She looked back over to Rezza with a raised brow. "What is it you'd like? If you'd like something new, it really doesn't matter so long as it's easy to move in and not incredibly fragile. If you would like me to fix what you have, I'd need something of the same material as your current clothes. The colors would be different, however, unless you could find a similar shade. I'm not sure how attached you are to what you have now." She held up a finger as she thought of something else. "And I can't clean you up, either. You'd probably have to find some way to wash up if you want to keep what you have. Or just in general." Her nose scrunched up a bit. "I'm sure being coated in blood and dirt is not very pleasant. These quarters have baths available." She nodded towards a door on the opposite side of the room. "They're rather nice. I had one earlier." |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 11, 2015 2:54:00 GMT -6
"Well," Clarissa reached her hand in, feeling the cloth between her fingers and mulling it over. She looked back over to Rezza with a raised brow. "What is it you'd like? If you'd like something new, it really doesn't matter so long as it's easy to move in and not incredibly fragile. If you would like me to fix what you have, I'd need something of the same material as your current clothes. The colors would be different, however, unless you could find a similar shade. I'm not sure how attached you are to what you have now." She held up a finger as she thought of something else. "And I can't clean you up, either. You'd probably have to find some way to wash up if you want to keep what you have. Or just in general." Her nose scrunched up a bit. "I'm sure being coated in blood and dirt is not very pleasant. These quarters have baths available." She nodded towards a door on the opposite side of the room. "They're rather nice. I had one earlier." "I see." Rezza's head nodded slowly looking intently at the witch. Looking back to the wardrobe he clicked his tongue. "I cannot say I know what these clothes are made of at all so it would perhaps be better to go with the first option." His voice was blunt as he looked the contents up and down once more, before turning his gaze to the door Clarissa motioned to. "I would urge you not to worry about that, I am completely capable of cleaning myself, miss Clarissa. And in fact that is not a thing I could ask someone else to do. I will be sure to look into that, though." |
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Post by Evan on Dec 11, 2015 3:14:49 GMT -6
Pinky concentrated one more time and intertwined energy with Alroth. She then set off a similar reaction to the one she had with the castle tree, causing the plant to bloom. A mesh of thin branches snaked their way out of the neck area of the armor, falling all the way to the ground below. As soon as their length was finished, the flexible twigs blossomed hundreds of glittering leaves to form a sparkling cloak. Since everyone already knew Alroth was a tree, the idea of having leaves on the suit was no longer off limits. The tree was now exposed to the sunlight, and would generate more energy than before. This would allow Pinky to pilot the suit with less of her own magic, and in ideal conditions would make the act effortless. It also made her feel better about the whole thing, as it provided Alroth with a natural blessing that she had denied him for the last two years.  |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 11, 2015 5:22:26 GMT -6
"I see." Rezza's head nodded slowly looking intently at the witch. Looking back to the wardrobe he clicked his tongue. "I cannot say I know what these clothes are made of at all so it would perhaps be better to go with the first option." His voice was blunt as he looked the contents up and down once more, before turning his gaze to the door Clarissa motioned to. "I would urge you not to worry about that, I am completely capable of cleaning myself, miss Clarissa. And in fact that is not a thing I could ask someone else to do. I will be sure to look into that, though." Clarissa smirked. "Of course." She said with a nod, turning her attention back to the wardrobe. She pulled out an armful of clothes and laid them out on the floor for Rezza to inspect. "These all seem to be made of a decent material. And there's enough of it to make something substantial." She gestured to it with a glowing hand. "See anything of interest?"
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Post by not u on Dec 11, 2015 6:30:14 GMT -6
"Attacked!" he spat out. "How so? What happened to them? Where are they now?" Enoch sighed quietly as the dreaded topic was dredged up, so badly wanting to return to the more cheerful topic concerning desserts and the small elves' love lives before finally resigning himself. Clasping his hands together, he began to explain. "There's a witch that resides within Celty that decided to... trigger Oxy's fearen form in an act of desperation upon discovery. And he attacked several members of the group and appeared to have summoned fearen into the castle." Enoch frowned and bit his cheek, worrying it between his teeth as he thought how to phrase this in the most painless way possible. Altheron clearly had strong feelings about this situation, and once he remembered the shaman's more violent outburst towards Alroth when they were in the forest, the priest began to speak carefully. "The witch holds no care towards either Oxy's well being or the group's. The two are still with the guild, although some more precautionary measures have been taken." Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension and ran his fingers through his hair. "Everything's a mess, but as of right now the conflict has died down. Celty and Oxy were with Kama last I saw." He hoped his words would be sufficient; these events had already taken a grave toll on him mentally and he did not wish to linger on them for much longer. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 11, 2015 6:59:46 GMT -6
Gremlon found Osseus and greeted him in excitement, "Hey there! I noticed you guys were all at this castle! Are you making brown paste with your pointy-eared human girlfriend!?" He didn't realize they were making pudding, and that Luair was an elf. Gremlon didn't realize his voice was excessively loud, "Is this a feast or- or maybe a tradition to mate with other humans??" Gremlon forgot that he was saying all of these things out loud. He looked at Osseus in a curious and excited manner not realizing he may have made another mistake with his words. A missing guild member caught his peripheral vision, running up to him as if to initiate conversation, spewing loads of words at an unnecessary volume. "Where've you been all this time!? We were worried about you-!" It was then that Gremlon's assumptions sunk in. He jerked his head to the goblin, horror and confusion contorting his features as his hands struggled to hold the confection. He resisted every urge to splat the pudding straight into the little guy's face, but the persevering thought of Luair's excited face from seeing his gift pulled him back from such actions. Everything today was a test of temptation, really. "...I have no idea where you got that from, Gremlon..." he chuckled uncomfortably before responding again, "I'm making PUDDING in which I will give to my ELF FRIEND, and it has absolutely NOTHING to do with mating, since mating is for ADULTS, and neither I or LUAIR are ADULTS."  He stressed certain words, hoping the necromancer would get the point. Then again, with this guy's track record, his explanations would be completely futile. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 11, 2015 9:54:08 GMT -6
Clarissa smirked. "Of course." She said with a nod, turning her attention back to the wardrobe. She pulled out an armful of clothes and laid them out on the floor for Rezza to inspect. "These all seem to be made of a decent material. And there's enough of it to make something substantial." She gestured to it with a glowing hand. "See anything of interest?"
Only giving the pile a quick look over Rezza responded. "I truly couldn't care so long as I have something to wear, at the end of the day it's a little silly to get caught over issues like that." He bent down swiping a random object from the pile and turning it up as an offering to Clarissa. The extravagant feeling fabric draped over his arm, almost consuming it. His grip loosened when he continued speaking. "I would say this should be serviceable." |
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Post by Penguin on Dec 11, 2015 12:28:36 GMT -6
"I would like to help out" Mimisko smiled "You wanna lead the way to that room?" Nicolas smilled back " Great! Lets go then! I think the room was that way-" Nicolas was interrupted by a unfamilliar voice "Hey! Uh...N-Nick!" He stopped in front of the blonde fellow, a wide grin spread across his face. "Hi! My name is Zerah! I know we haven't really had a chance to talk, but I had something I wanted to ask you!" He held his titanic claws out towards him. "I know you work with metal and what not. Do you think....uh..you'd be able to make a pair of arms that i could use..?" He looked toward the man with pleading eyes, hoping that he'd have some sort of way to design the imp a pair of arms that wouldn't immediately scare people away. " N-Nick? Huh, Its been a whille since someone called me like this..." he thought. Nicolas looked at the new face. "Nice to meet you Zerah, what do you want to ask me" Nicolas looke at Zerah's claws. " Um... I do work with metal buuuut.... Um... I usally make some simple weapons, so uh... arms would be kinda hard more me since they are very complex to design and make.." Nicolas looked at Zerah who looked like he really ( for some reason) wanted these arms. He remembered his fathers words. " Remember Nicolas... Even if something seems hard to make dont give up. A true weaponsmith sees everything as a new challenge. Dont stay to what you already know, experiment! And the things you already know, can be inspiration for something new... Changes are good sometimes"Remembering this, gave Nicolas motivation to do something new... something he hadnt made beffore. And this was the right time. He looked at Zerah with a smille " But its not impossible. I am sure that i would be a able to make you something decend if i try" Nicolas remembered that Mimisko was there too. " Actually, me and Mimisko were planning to go to a room i saw earlier, that had the proper tools for weapon fixing. Do you wanna come too? I need to know what exacly you need " |
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Post by Emily on Dec 11, 2015 13:35:30 GMT -6
Galystris realized her robes were rather tattered from the battle.
Fighting when one's shoulder is exposed isn't all that smart.
She headed into the castle and looked for a servent's quarters, where she had seen other people get their gear.
She walked throughout the halls, looking at everything the castle had to offer.
Admittedly, she was still a little bit amazed.
She let her mind wander a bit as she wondered nearly aimlessly around the halls, humming a tune quietly.
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