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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 20, 2015 12:54:52 GMT -6
Celty made her way over to the new comer, her eyes still flickering towards Oxy. She was scared to leave him, but saw Gaynor appeared to be handling him well and tried to take a deep breath. She had to start trusting these people, or they would never trust her. She turned to the healer and and gave a weak smile, extending a hand. "Hello, um sir. My name is Celty. I'm sure you have a lot on your plate, but I hear you're a healer?" She tried not sound too hopeful, her other hand pressing against the stitches on her side. At the prospect of getting some help, she was finally able to take into account all her injuries. Oxy had patched up her forehead, but she still had a rather nasty would on her side from him and several smaller, but damaging cuts just underneath her short cloak. There were of course bruises and scraps all over her, but these would heal naturally and weren't a risk in the long term. Rezza's attention quickly changed to the woman who had approached him, introducing herself as Celty. It didn't take much thorough examination to tell she was in bad shape. His eyebrows raised, visible concern showing on his face. "Ah, greetings miss Celty." Bringing his staff around in front of him, Rezza held it close to his chest. "The name is Rezza Light, a pleasure to meet you I assure you." His introduction sounded forced, but just seeing the state Celty was in required him to think fast. 'This is truly an awful case... But I have to keep all the energy I have... I have yet to even look over everyone.' Rezza cleared his throat before he continued, not thinking to make an effort to hide the urgency of his thoughts. "You have been informed correctly, miss Celty, I have studied the art of healing for many years... Though even without training one could easily see you are currently in dire need of assistance, I would suggest that you hold yourself as still as possible." The healer's grip on his staff tightened as he closed his eyes. Clear thoughts would be necessary to help this woman's wounds, and this chant would take more time to perform. While it was only at most two to three minutes in length, when spoken, in urgent situations minutes can easily make the difference between life and death. Breathing deeply, Rezza began, speaking as fast as he could manage while keeping every word correct. Every single sound was crucial and omitting or misspeaking one would mean having to restart from the beginning. As the chant finished, Rezza loosened his grip on the staff, opening his eyes to look at Celty once more. While there were times he nearly stumbled over certain words he had managed to complete it correctly, and hoped it would be enough to fix the damage that had been done to her. 'Celty... Celty.' When Rezza had the time again he certainly had to record this new name as well. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 20, 2015 13:33:44 GMT -6
"My name is Mimimsko Lunania." Mimisko replied. "I may ask him for help"
Mimisko stood up and tried to look for Rezza. Then she saw him, though, it seems that Celty might've asked to be healed before Mimisko could ask.
"Ah, I think this may have to wait for a bit."
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Post by Allie on Oct 20, 2015 13:42:52 GMT -6
"Oh, him?" her lips curled into a grin, before using the hand that was slouched around his shoulder to ruffle his hair wildly, "This is Osseus!" She chuckled at her own gesture, obviously pleased with herself. While Osseus stated he was technically older than his age, she couldn't help but jest with him as though he was a child. Perhaps, it was also her way of lightening up the atmosphere as well. "Osseus, this is Altheron," she pointed back at the shaman. Altheron got up slowly to get a better look at he young boy. Walking around the pair, he could tell by Ooro's expression alone that he was good. Mimicking the hermit's earlier action, Altheron plopped his hand on the boy's head and tussled it even more. He started grinning from ear to ear before shifting into full-on laughter. "Haha, Osseus!" He could barely even hear the voice speaking behind him. He was having too much fun ruining his new friend's hair. 'H-hey!!" Osseus playfully complained as the weird white man tussled his hair a million directions as chuckles formed into full-on laughter. The kind of laughter one would have when the winter holidays would come around during his childhood. For now, he let himself soak in this feeling as he handed them more pieces of bread he had acquired through dubious means several days ago, thinking of all the ridiculous stories he could tell of the 2 years since the fearens came to terrorize the world. He thought up an interesting one when he noticed a voice. "Come over here!" He gestured towards the three of them at the campfire, inviting her to join in on the fun that they were having. Seeing her come over there and introduce herself, a thought occurred to him. Even through all the emotional and physical turmoil, everything seemed to be all right in that moment. To prevent the usage of hax/plot convenience with the bag on my end, here's what's in it.  Food, Canteen with water (second one with Ooro) weapons, assorted herbs that he doesn't know what they do, the stolen notebook from the beginning, needle and thread, and changes of clothes. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 20, 2015 13:55:09 GMT -6
"That's
f***in
genius" Kama said as he too thought it would be a good idea to row on land using a shell fearen corpse. Kama hollowed out a shell from one of the shell fearen and began to row towards the campfire as well. He wasn't able to move very fast because of his injured arm however. He noticed Daryn was moving faster than him so Kama started overworking himself just to get ahead of Daryn as if it were some kind of race. Kama was getting over-competitive over something so stupid as he started to get angry. He shouted at Daryn "Damn it this is so tiring because my shell sucks! You took the good shell! Give me your shell you piece of shit! This isn't fair!" Kama took off his cape, leaned towards Daryn, and started whipping Daryn with his cape in an attempt to get her to fall off. Enoch saw the whole thing unfold, as he witnessed a once legendary hero acting like some little child fighting over a toy. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 20, 2015 15:28:05 GMT -6
Mimisko was about to tell Ooro about Celty may have the chance of being healed first
Mimisko joined along with the others. She knows that Manasa is checking on Rylan. ....Mimisko does wonder what has upset Rylan, though... Maybe Manasa would handle it. It seems like she's a lot closer to him than anyone else.
She looks at Ooro.
"I think Rezza might heal one of the members at the moment so we may have to wait until he maybe done. Sorry"
Then she realized..
"OH! I forgot to ask. What are you names?"
She is asking this to Ooro, Osseus, and Altheron.
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Post by norimo on Oct 20, 2015 15:49:41 GMT -6
Ooro was still laughing from messing with Osseus, "It's good to meet you! I'm Ooro," she smiled. "Oh, don't worry about it. I can hold out," she assured her. However, her attention was drawn to a couple voices in the distance, one which was yelling something angrily. She turned her head to see what the commotion was about when... ...Oh Gods. Without warning, Ooro busted out into a loud guffaw. The sight of Daryn, and the supposed legendary hero Kama, were using the remnants of fearen shells as boats. The hearty competition between the two made her reminiscent of a dear memory she held... {Spoiler - Click to View} * * * Two figures could been seen facing eachother, and behind them was a crowd roaring with laughter. There were also a few pedestrians with instruments among them- one a flute, another a drum, and some with guitars. They readied their tools as they watched the two stare at each other intently, with wide grins on their faces that stretched from ear-to-ear. "Listen!" the burly man's voice was hoarse, "We're going to have a contest- just you and me! Let's see how those fancy elven traditions move their feet!" his laugh was boisterous, and he positioned himself in an awkward stance. "We humans have a lot of heart in our moves, you know." An elven woman stood across from him, a sly smirk on her face, "Well, you just have to prove it, don't you?" she sharply tilted her head to the musicians, who drew their hands to their tools of trade with excitement in their eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers and high spirits. There was a woman holding a child in the crowd watching intently, when her child spoke out in a giggling fit, "Ooro!" "Whaaaat!? You aren't going to cheer for your own daddy?" the man of hulking stature sported a pout on his face at the child, but the little girl just shrugged and giggled once more. The woman holding her smiled. "I'm cheering for you," she winked. "Aww, thanks dear!" he brought his fingers to his lips, and imitated blowing a kiss to her direction. The woman chuckled to herself as she cradled the child in her arms. The man quickly dropped his loving-husband persona as he turned to face the elf, flexing his muscles as though trying to appear intimidating. He laughed at his own gesture. As the sound of strings and drum resound through the air, the man and elf broke into a sweat as they recalled the dances of their culture. The two of them looked a bit silly, as it would appear they both hadn't mastered their dances, but the crowd didn't care and neither did they. As the two moved swiftly and ferociously, their laughter could be heard over the howling of the spectators. The man tried to keep up with the woman, but to no avail. In desperation, she seemed to fasten her pace in order to win the crowd's favor- and ended her display with a twirl in the air as she jumped high. The spectators awed at the finale, their mouths agape for a few moments before hollering to declare the winner. The little girl from before was clapping her hands wildly in delight. The elven woman wore a triumphant grin on her face as she stared down the human man, who remarked, "Not fair! This contest is obviously more suited for your kind! We don't have the time to work on fancy footing tricks!" She shrugged, " Oooh? Are you admitting defeat then?" she brought one hand to her hear as she jeered at him. The man cackled, "Never! I've got another competition in mind..." he threw himself to the ground, making his body parallel with it- only holding it up by his arms. "If you've got time for dancing, then maybe you have some time for a little physical strain?" It would seem he was alluding to a push-up contest, and the bystanders reveled. The woman clicked her tongue out of annoyance; she knew the man well. He had already been in battles before, and held the advantage here- not to mention, she had worn herself a bit from the previous match... Nonetheless, she raised an eyebrow, "Are you implying I wouldn't be up for the challenge?" She removed her sleeves, and matched up her body next to his. One of the musicians from earlier stepped in between the two as they peered at one another with fires in their eyes. "On your mark, get set- start!" The pair wasted no time as the previous musicians counted their pushes. However, the elven woman was already beginning to slow down after the sixty mark, with the man still going strong. At about seventy-five, her arms wobbled and lost their balance, causing her to fall flat. The woman holding the child cheered for the man, and returned his kiss from earlier. It would seem the elf had a hint of irritation, as she raised her voice, "That wasn't right! You knew I was tired!" but the man laughed, and in a mocking tone replied, " Oooh? Are you admitting defeat then?" ...The elf's annoyance dissipated, and she chuckled realizing how the tables had turned. Raising her head to look at him in the eyes, she replied, "Never! Onto the next challenge!" and the crowed cheered on... * * * Humans... never fail to surprise me. Ooro's eyes were gleaming as she continued to holler at the spectacle. Her voice raised, "Go Daryn!" as she raised her fist in the air. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 20, 2015 15:50:12 GMT -6
Rylan jumped when he saw Manasa coming towards him, quickly wiping his eyes of any tears. He didn't want to make a big deal out of his departure from the Guild. He had to think of some kind of excuse.
"Oh, haha, no, I'm fine...I just fell and some dust got in my eyes! Haha!"
He tried his best to muster up a smile and try to convince Manasa that he was okay. He looked over towards the campfire and noticed Celty and Oxy were there, talking with Gaynor, and a knot grew in his stomach. He made his way towards a tree and sat down under it.
"Uh, you should go get to know the guild...I'm gonna make some potions and what not. It's boring stuff. And if the ingredients are too close to fire, the potions won't come out right. Hehe.."
Rylan took his small bowl out and threw a few leaves of different colors and small rocks and began to mash them together.
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Post by titee on Oct 20, 2015 16:11:19 GMT -6
Manasa followed Rylan's gaze towards the mother and child. Something must have happened. She did something to to him. Manasa wanted to go confront her, yet there were more pressing matters. Rylan was not okay. He needed somebody. Manasa was the worst person in the group when it came to comforting people, of that she was positive, and yet right now, this is what he needed of her.
Manasa kneeled down next to Rylan and opened her mouth to give some comforting advice, yet nothing seemed to come forth. Not knowing what else she could do at the moment she pulled the priest into a hug, copying the one he gave her earlier that day.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 20, 2015 16:11:42 GMT -6
Gaynor placed the notepad and pencil on the ground in front of Oxy, encouraging him to pick it up. "It's very simple, just draw whatever comes into you head. Your mother, for example. Can you draw your mother for me?"
She held a great facade at this moment of time, hoping she'd be able to keep it long enough for his mother to return. Her hands shook slightly as she picked up the pencil and offered it to the child, "Go on!"
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 20, 2015 16:18:02 GMT -6
When Manasa hugged him, his face became slightly red.
"W-what are you doing..? I'm fine, seriously! I just remembered, I have places I need to be, outside of the guild..I have family I promised I'd come home to and after seeing this" He gestured to his leg "They certainly won't be happy with me, haha. I'll probably be leaving tomorrow morning, so you should go enjoy your time with the guild! They're all good people. You'd have a much more exciting time with them than just sitting here with a boring man like me!"
Rylan mustered up a smile, hoping Manasa would believe him when he said
"Manasa, I'm okay. Nothing is wrong. I just have other obligations I need to attend to."
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 20, 2015 16:28:47 GMT -6
As the chant finished, Rezza loosened his grip on the staff, opening his eyes to look at Celty once more. While there were times he nearly stumbled over certain words he had managed to complete it correctly, and hoped it would be enough to fix the damage that had been done to her. 'Celty... Celty.' When Rezza had the time again he certainly had to record this new name as well. Celty felt the pain in her body lessen considerably, and she breathed an audible sound of happiness to not be so completely exhausted anymore. She smiled at Rezza. "Thank you very much. I feel great, ready to fight another fearos!" She laughed a little too hard and an awkward silence followed. She saw Mimisko looking at Rezza and noticed a tired Ooro nearby. "It seems you're needed elsewhere, however. I wish we could have met when this group was less of a mess." She noticed his tail and cocked her head at bit. "I feel like you'd get along well with my son. But for now, that young fire mage over there seems to want your assistance with something." She gave Rezza a little salute. "Let's talk more later, okay?" Oxy held the pencil awkwardly in his hand, switching it between the two until he managed to grasp it firmly in his left. He leaned over the sheet of paper and covered it partially with his other hand so Gaynor wouldn't see. When he was done, he held it up to her proudly. "I did it!"  Oxy smiled at Gaynor brightly. "Wanna see me draw daddy?" |
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Post by titee on Oct 20, 2015 16:30:28 GMT -6
"Right." Manasa stood up, giving Rylan one last somber smile before turning away. "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"
Manasa headed towards the fire pit, locking onto the shapeshifter woman and walking straight towards her, skipping over anybody else. Rylan was lying. She knew he was lying and that woman said- or did- something back there. Rylan not only was the most hospitable member of the guild towards her, but one of the strongest as well. To lose him now would put the shadow slayers back at a grave disadvantage when they certainly could not afford it. The shapeshifter on the other hand had a habit of needing rescue and loosing track of her child.
Manasa walked up to the cloaked woman, She did he best to hide her irritation under a mask of self confidence. "Can I discuss something with with you, It will only take a second." She replied in that smooth, captivating voice that made humans believe her kind descended from dragons.
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Post by Melancholicdoves on Oct 20, 2015 16:51:43 GMT -6
Gaynor smiled, the child's smile was so innocent that she had to mirror it back. A small tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek as she did so. She quickly smudged it off before it trickled down to her chin, "Amazing lil man, looks like you have a talent for these things." her voice seemed shaky, but somehow comfortable and at peace. "Go ahead, draw as you like."
daddy....the word hit her. It was obvious the father wasn't around at this point, it could have major complications if the mother's emotions were somehow raw and she happened to see it. But since she gave him the go-head already, there wasn't much she could do. As Oxy began drawing again, she gazed into the fire once more, listening quietly to the conversations around her to keep her mind from wondering too far.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 20, 2015 16:52:13 GMT -6
Celty felt the pain in her body lessen considerably, and she breathed an audible sound of happiness to not be so completely exhausted anymore. She smiled at Rezza. "Thank you very much. I feel great, ready to fight another fearos!" She laughed a little too hard and an awkward silence followed. She saw Mimisko looking at Rezza and noticed a tired Ooro nearby. "It seems you're needed elsewhere, however. I wish we could have met when this group was less of a mess." She noticed his tail and cocked her head at bit. "I feel like you'd get along well with my son. But for now, that young fire mage over there seems to want your assistance with something." She gave Rezza a little salute. "Let's talk more later, okay?" Rezza smiled proudly at his work, it was certainly one if the harder techniques for him and seeing it so successful felt like a great accomplishment. "I see!" Raucous laughter poured from his mouth as he rested his staff on his right shoulder. "That is most assuredly quite a relief to hear." His left hand reaching down into his bag and pulling out a glass vial filled with water. He downed it following Celty's gaze. His eyes found their way to Mimisko and back to the strange woman. "Well," He nodded, placing the vial back in his bag. It clinked as it rested with the few others he carried. "it was my pleasure to help you, miss Celty. It appears my work is still far from over." He chuckled responding to her salute with a bow and headed off. 'Just how many others are there? How many more are in need of assistance?' Rezza nodded vacantly at the others around the fire as he approached Mimisko and the others. Coughing slightly into his left hand, the small healer spoke up. "Hello, I hope I am not interrupting anything here. I heard mention of my name and it does appear I am needed here. My name is Rezza Light, seems I shall be helping out your little group with whatever ails they have. And you," He looked at the elf-like woman. "seem to be in need of such service." |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 20, 2015 17:33:25 GMT -6
"OH! I forgot to ask. What are you names?" Taking a break from tussling Osseus' hair, Altheron's attention immediately rested on the young, pink-haired girl. "Ah," still chuckling a bit, "my name is Altheron. It is n-" The shaman tried to finish his introduction, when suddenly..... She turned her head to see what the commotion was about when... ...Oh Gods. Without warning, Ooro busted out into a loud guffaw. The sight of Daryn, and the supposed legendary hero Kama, were using the remnants of fearen shells as boats.
Altheron faced the direction Ooro has laughing towards. Sure enough, there was Daryn, as well as that old man who's name he never caught, riding fearen shells. His smile widened. The race was just too ridiculous to ignore. Following Ooro's lead once again, Altheron burst into a fit of laughter almost loud enough to match hers as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to see the display. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his chest, causing one-half of the laughter to cease. "Ah!-" He fell to one knee, one hand clutching his heart, the other one tugging Osseus' sleeve. He began to breathe heavily again. His condition was worse than he thought. |
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