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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Wed Jun 02, 2021 11:26 pm

All eyes seemed to be on the establishment of a church to Fleuve'ir. 'Holy Newdale' is what the papers spouting on about tolerance and acceptance. To Bleuenn acceptance was something the half blood dreamed about her whole life. It's one of the driving reasons behind her goal towards becoming a Guardian Knight. Snapping the paper open as the lovely Mackemmian weather did it's best to cover and pull at her attempts at reading.

Walking over to the other side of the cart, Bleuenn placed ice over where her feet would land to stop her legs from sinking into the inches of snow that covered the town. Dusting the snow off one of the many massive logs that were tied onto the cart before she would lean against it to continue her reading. Getting back to her spot, she thought about how heavy the resistance would be as shipment after shipment coming from Mackemm had been destroyed or lost. She knew that many disagreed with the construction of the church, but was surprised that they were able to completely cut off all trade going out of mackemm. The Church and Engloria must be spread thin trying to defend every trade route going to Newdale. If they are having issues dealing with whoever is stopping lumber from Mackemm how am I going to stop such a large opposition.

Freezing the paper, Bleueen would shatter it so as to not litter. Whatever force she may be up against she is not going to allow them to destroy this shipment as this was her ticket to getting her name out. If she could be the one to lead a shipment to Newdale when everyone else had failed they'd have to recognize her. Moving to the front of the cart Bleuenn waited for it's departure not bothered by the freezing winds as the young witch looked out for any would be scouts or saboteurs.

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Post by Daiko Fri Jun 04, 2021 6:04 pm

The church of Holy Newdale smelled quite a lot like the church of Illumin back in Fiore. Churches were pretty chill and quiet inside, he had visited one like three times in his life, but it felt much more influential through this paper. Humans were to be allowed their right to practice their faith in Newdale, located in the Outer Realm quite close to Engloria, and Daiko really didn’t mind churches; he had nothing personal against them, and the notion of them reminded him of an old friend…

But he was set on going to Mackemm right now. Thanks to Kura’s advice, he had gotten used to Vyldermirean atmosphere and awakened some new type of Magic involving poisonous gases and droplets – while frustrating to work with, it would give him a fighting chance against any who were planning to prevent the church from being built. Maybe it would earn him some coin, too… he was slowly upping this new currency called Vyldergold. If he could just, somehow, transform his currency of Jewels into Vyldergold, then he would have been set…







Okay, the forest wasn’t as wild as Hoptus, but he began to notice the cold that embraced his form. Instinctively, he rubbed his shoulders with his hands and also stroked Coda’s plumage all over to gather warmth, sliiiiiiiiiiightly annoying the raptor in the meantime. “W-What’s with this cold… it was alright a moment ago?!” he groaned as he hissed and breathed on his hands… forgetting that he wasn’t a Fire Mage anymore-

“Aaaaaaaargh! I should’ve taken a bigger jacket! What even is this!?” he complained, noticing the inches of snow climbing up on his feet. Coda was having a sickened look on her face, not having grown her winter plumage out in time for all of this. She tightly held onto Daiko’s shoulder with her talons as he finally reached the entrance to the town called Mackemm on the map he obtained.

Mackemm… w-wait, Mackemm? It was spelled with two m’s! How did that work, then? Was it pronounced ‘Mackem-m-m’ or ‘Mackemem’… mmm

“Mack-… M-Mackem… Mackemmm… mmm- WAH!” he yelped out loud while trying to read out the name from the paper as he slipped on an extremely smooth surface, flipping back and landing on his bum right in the snow. Hey, at least he made it to one of the carts… and it was still in one piece.

Coda merely leapt off of his shoulder mid-fall and perched on the log right next to the short, peculiarly pale woman who wasn’t phased by the snowy climate visually… at all. Coda’s curiosity went straight to her petite beauty, first and foremost, and didn’t question the mechanics behind her apparent resilience.

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Post by wes Fri Jun 04, 2021 7:05 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“I’d kill for a smoke right about now.”

Spoken to no one yet with all intention of being heard, the words came out a muffled sound between his hands. The gloves he wore, although thicker than his usual set and obviously made for a colder climate, did little to provide any sort of warmth. Small snowflakes piled at his hat and fur-trimmed coat, the specks falling from their neat mounds as he struggled to trudge through the deeper ends of the snow. Now he understood why the guys back home had complained about the job. Not only did some of them have their religious gripes, but others also just couldn’t muster the care to travel to such a cold region. Still, the opportunity had been golden. And he wasn’t about to let disputes over religious superiority get in the way – much less so after a certain little angel had joined their ranks.

Thus, Wes found himself picking and choosing those willing to assist Mackemm in chopping and setting up the logs for shipment. He had dragged Kiigan along with him and, due to a less-than-ordinary circumstance, a certain mint-haired thief. So all that was delegated to the mafia boss himself and his company was to give face and transport the cargo. An easy enough task…

…If only Wes wasn’t freezing his ass off.

He rubbed his hands together as the group approached the log shipment. All throughout the journey he had found himself walking closer and closer to Kiigan, finding some sort of apparent warmth in the larger man. Still, the shivers came and went like they were nothing.

“Can’t believe I forgot them– You two got any?” he continued his earlier statement. Desperate blue eyes searched Kiigan for answers before addressing the woman besides him. However, at the site of her did they narrow as he delivered an accusing glare.

“You know, that aren’t stolen by any chance?”
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Post by Emi Kazama Sat Jun 05, 2021 1:44 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




Alright! This was her moment! Time to prove herself!

As good-natured as she was, Emi didn't hold any sentiment for religion. If someone believed in something, she respected them for it, to be sure, but the arcane trickster rogue wasn't the type to go on some religious crusade for or against a religion. She was on her own for 5 years. Religion didn't help her feel better from hunger; getting up and using her powers did, as did running the hell away afterwards. Emi wasn't without beliefs though; she believed in one thing and that was doing what it takes to survive and being successful, without harming innocent people, of course.  Still, if a certain handsome-looking criminal that she happened to steal from gave her the opportunity to pay him back by working for him, then Emi was all set to prove herself that she was the girl for the job! Emi hadn't told the authorities about what she had discovered either. Keeping Wes' criminal activity a secret and playing along with the little act of the bakery was all too easy for Emi; it was almost second nature. All the circus performances might've had something to do with that, and probably also the fact that she wasn't exactly on the legal side of things herself. Unfortunately, she was not wearing a costume, or her regular orange and green outfit for that matter. For these extreme cold temperatures, she was tromping through the snow in her black boots, wearing an oversized ill-fitting greenish-gray coat, two scarves on top of each other, and a striped knitted hat atop of her orange bandana that she wore over her mint green hair.  All stolen previously before this venture, of course, but that was another story to tell.

"...Ff-ffff...!" Emi was all set on proving just how resilient she was in the snow to the tough criminal men she hung out with, but while she was blowing into her leather gloves in hopes of warming it up enough to warm her face, eyeing those two handsome distractions (and possibly licking her dry lips in the process) caused her to hold her gloved hands too close to her face, allowing the metal from her brass knuckles that looped around her fingers on top of her gloves to stick onto her lower lip with a cold sting. "...kkkk!...aheheh!"  Emi flinched at the minor pain before she emitted a giggle that emitted a cold smoky breath, wiggling her lower lip around by lightly shaking her hand and finding it absolutely hilarious. Then she quickly exhaled a warm breath, which allowed her to unstick the metal onto her lip. Given that she had never spent time in cold temperatures, as the tight-wearing circus probably avoided this place like the plague and she purposely moved to warmer temperatures during the winter, Emi had never seen this effect of cold metal on skin before. Good to know!  
A reminiscent smile curved across her lips upon hearing Wes mutter his desperation about wanting a smoke. The way he talked was so cute, but even more so was that the smell of smoke kind of reminded her of "home" in a weird way. She couldn't place why, but she figured it had something to do with the fire and gunpowder that they used in performances at the circus. Either way, the comment made her thoughts return to the circus instead of the cold, and if only for a fleeting moment, she felt warm.  

“Can’t believe I forgot them– You two got any?”

Dark green eyes glimpsed over at the taller guy named Kiigan with a smirk playing along her lips. Let the record show that Emi did give the handsome blue-haired hot head a few seconds worth of answering.  

“You know, that aren’t stolen by any chance?”

Emi covered her lips with her finger tips to stifle a giggle at the adorable blue-eyed glare that Wes gave her in that moment as he accused her of stealing, much like she did to his "baked" goods. It was funny because it was true to her nature! She might not be interested in smoking, but she would steal cigarettes just to watch him look for some. Still, that glare only sparked the mischievous smile to grow more. "Hmm...!" Emi thought loudly with a gloved finger placed on her lip in mock thought. "Let's see.. nothing up my sleeves.." She slid up the sleeves of her over sized jacket to see if there was anything there, then smiled as she checked her coat pockets. "Better check my pockets!" In an instant, Emi comically began to pull out various objects from her small coat pockets. "Smoke bomb, smoke signal, smoke detector... smoked salmon?" She blinked at it in her hands in bewilderment with a smile of amusement, then placed it back in her small pockets and allowing it to disappear from her hands into hammerspace. Then, she began to feign pondering some more. "Hmm.. we'll need someone smoking hot for this to work.." Emi narrowed her eyebrows and bit her lower lip to stifle a giggle as she turned her attention over to Kiigan and instantly jumped, with a hand placed on his shoulder balance herself up as she used the other hand to apparently pull something out of his ear with her hammerspace spell. "AHA!" Emi exclaimed as dropped back down and glanced at it, "Aw.. it's just a smoking tobacco pipe," A sigh escaped her lips as she waved the tobacco smoke pipe in her hands, knowing that Wes was looking for a cigarette, "Looks like another pipe dream..oh well.. close, but no cigar! Hahahahaha!" Emi delivered the punchline before bursting into laughter at her own comical joke, causing smoky breaths being exhaled by the cold. She could have used her powers of laughter to make them laugh as part of the laughing in her audience, but she was trying to prove herself in order to be accepted as part of the team, so she wasn't going to do it just yet. Not when they only just started! Of course, that could all change depending on whether they were going to take their anger on her. They could always smile more.





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Post by Kiigan Thu Jun 10, 2021 5:35 pm

Trudging along with the weird green-haired girl and his boss, Kiigan seemed especially frowny and unreadable today. He was never especially bright and sparkly, but he seemed a bit lost in his thoughts, so much so that he hadn't noticed just how close the red-head was walking to him. This whole church business had him a little confused. As a Gaiyan, their faith spreading even into the darker regions was something to celebrate, as was more churches in general, but he wasn't sure what good such a thing would do amongst all the Eldritch. There was also the fact that he was terrified of turning into an Eldritch, yet he continued to walk that fine line and hoped his prayers would be enough to keep him clean.

Either way, he wasn't here with an official stance on the church business. It hadn't been mentioned once, so he seemed neutral. He was here because Wes made him come.

Unlike his two companions, Kiigan was dressed in only a white T-shirt, jeans, and brown boots. The cold didn't bother him in the least, and any snow that landed on his hair or flesh promptly melted and dried. So basically he was a walking fireplace without the smoke and fire.

Wes asked him a question, but he hadn't quite caught it. There was a bit of an auditory delay, and by the time he realized he had asked for cigarettes, Minty Head was chattering. There was something annoying about this chick. It always took him time to warm up to new people anyway, but this one was weird. Every time he looked at her, he was squinting. Just, the laughing...and the terrible jokes. Did she think people would laugh at those? His red eyes watched as she pulled crap out of the pockets of her ugly coat, balking at the smoked salmon. "How long was that...in there...?" he muttered, then turned away to ignore her. Don't indulge her. She'll take it as encouragement, like a stray animal. But then... she was there... pulling... a pipe out of his ear?? He flinched away, wide eyes staring between her and the item. "Witchcraft?" he asked, taking a couple of sideways steps to put some more distance between them. He wasn't sure if you could catch Eldritchism, but he wasn't taking any chances.

Still disgusted and definitely not laughing, not that he ever really laughed in any way that was nice, Kiigan patted his back pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes. Yes, his boss had gotten him hooked. Not only had he more or less defeated the smoke sticks, but he craved them. One sounded good right about now. Placing one between his lips, he then tapped one out and offered it to Wes while his free hand produced a flame on the tip of his finger to light his own and take a drawl.

Kiigan was never so pleased to see a cart of lumber and two more strangers in his life.

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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Thu Jun 10, 2021 7:07 pm

Bleuenn was beginning to grow impatient while waiting for the driver to prepare. While nothing seemed suspicious or out of the ordinary, the young witch’s ears perked up upon hearing the complaints of a younger man. The voice grew loud and loud until its owner slid right in front of her. As the man fell on his backside, Bleuenn took note of the bird that had preached on the log next to her.

The bird in question was a marvelous creature the likes Bleuenn had never seen or heard of before. However, by its trembling it was clear to the young witch that it was not meant for the cold. Holding her hands up as she turned to the bird. “Hello there I mean you no harm, but I can help you stave off the cold liken to my own resistance”. Cocking its head but showing no signs of anger or fear gave Bleuenn the impression that she understood and accepted her help. Slowly moving her hand to the bird’s plumage, upon contact thin ice would spread along the multicolored bird becoming transparent as it completely formed. Moving back with a smile as the bird chirped and flapped its wings in thanks as the cold no longer affected it. With a giggle Bleuenn smiled, “You very much welcome, but since we'll be working together it is only natural to help an ally”.

Turning to it’s downed owner though by the bronze of his skin he looked no better suited for the cold than his feathered friend. Offering a hand to the downed, down filled falconer. “Apologies for helping your friend without asking first, but I could not stand by and see him suffering”. Hearing a chirp, Bleuenn glanced as the bird flapped its wings at her. “My mistake, her”.

Whether or not the man accepted her help or not the young witch would look at the man inquisitively. “Excuse my bluntness, but I've never seen such as ceatu… beautiful lady such as your friend here. Perhaps it is my lack of knowledge, but both of you seemed to be far out of your element, where do you hail from and what business do you have with myself and this shipment”. Trying her best to remain polite, but even if the man seemed harmless she could not let herself lower her guard for anyone.

Though as she conversed with the man, three others appeared shortly after. Two she recognized as Wesley the Baker and his green haired companion that was with him at the ball still as chipper as ever as she joked at both Wesley and the other man’s expense. Trying her best to not make it seem as if she was ignoring the man she was speaking to, but the young witch was concerned about the odd connection Wesley and the Blue haired man shared. It could be nothing as his other employee had the similar connection, but why is it so sinister? Bleuenn hoped the three were fully committed to the delivery of the lumber as the fire magic warming the blue haired individual would be difficult for Bleuenn to handle.

Moments later a woman in a white and lapis veil with matching winter clothing bearing the seal of the church exited the nearby building just as the driver had finished. While much of her body was covered, she was rather young for a nun, very likely a novitiate or just took on her vows. Moving between the two groups the woman would clasp her hands together and make a wave motion to the groups. “May Fleuve’ir’s flow be bountiful and calm to you”. Flashing the group a smile her blue eyes would set upon the two younger members first.

Focusing on Bleuenn the woman would beam as she waved her hand over the young witch to bless her. “I see we have one of Tuer’dur’s children among us. It is a blessing that one with such a command over the unforgiving elements is here to assure our safety; a rare act of mercy from him. I am Sister Amélie though Amélie is just fine”. Unsure what a Tuer’dur even was, Bleuenn simply smiled, “Pleased to meet you Sister, I am Bleuenn Bosser”. The Sister's grin grew even wider as she nodded.

Expelling a cry of excitement as her eyes fell upon Coda. “Now who is this elegant creature”? Fawning over the bird she glanced at Daiko as she held out her hand to request permission from Coda’s owner if she could pet his bird. “Sure a majestic bird I'm sure your eyes will no doubt reveal all threats that may attempt harm on us”. After the Sister had finished fawning over Coda she would approach Daiko blessing him in the same manner. “You may already know as I spoke to your companion, but allow me to introduce myself properly. Sister Amélie may I have the name of the dashing young man who will be protecting myself and it’s cargo”?

Blowing into his hands the Inu driver shook his head as he watched the Sister make her way over to the other three. Setting her sights on the gleeful mint haired woman first Amélie blessed the young woman just like the others as she spoke. “Jubilance will no doubt warm us from the cold of the element and bolster our spirits against the ruthlessness of the ones who wish to halt our goals. I am Sister Amélie and let me be the first to thank you for keeping our spirits high”. Peering at the two men, the sister seemed unimpressed by their smoking, but held back her distaste as they were assisting in the defense of the lumber. “It’s good to see two strong looking men here as well as we will need an unwavering front line to protect us”. Walking over to the two she would bless them just like the others. “May Fleuve'ir protect you, as you two may very well be on the receiving end of the majority of the danger. However, I hope the three of you can become closer and work together with your younger compatriots”.

After she introduced herself, Amélie climbed on top of the cart to overlook the group. “As you already no doubt know, you have been tasked with the protection of this lumber. However, while I'd like to say that everything will go fine, that is far from the truth. The Church has lost many shipments already and the enemy appears to have plenty of weaponry and knowledge of the area. While I do not wish to see anyone come to harm over lumber. I am sorry to say that this will be the last shipment Mackemm can spare without future damage to its future prosperity”. Bowing her head Amélie mumbled to herself conflicted with her duty and the safety of others. “Even though I am in charge I have no experience in the matters of war, and while I would not like to see the construction of the church halted I do not wish for you to die for it”.

Death is our friend and foe in this task”. Speaking up, Bleuenn looked at Amélie plainly. “All of us here are well aware that we could die on this trip. As adventures we face death on a daily basis, it’s something we accept and understand. All I can promise is that I will give my all to see this shipment to its destination”. Walking ahead she would look back at the Driver to tell him to move on.

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H-Huh, Coda was taken aback by the warning ‘I mean you no harm’, usually not the first thing she would hear from strangers who admired her birdy birdiness. Once the porcelain figurine offered to rid the raptor of the cold air hanging by her wings, however, Coda brightened up and chirped in approval, wanting nothing more than to collect some warmth against this weather. As she cocked her head, she would then notice the thin film of… ice… that donned her plumage like a thin layer of chainmail or bodysuit. Despite it being clearly ice, it wasn’t cold at all… and it helped! Coda couldn’t have been more overjoyed, flapping her wings in excitement!

“Darn, Coda, you’re way too good at making friends…” Daiko groaned through the little headache that formed on the back of his skull from the fall. He eagerly accepted the offered hand, not seeing any ulterior motives behind those genuine eyes of hers – chalk it up to his naivety, but she seemed like she could be trusted and reasoned with, unlike many inhabitants around the western part of the Common Realm. Besides, any friend of Coda was a friend of his…

“Y-Yeah, that… woah, Coda looks all tidied up! Thanks a lot, whatever your name is!” he thanked her with sparkles glistening from his eye sockets, “It looks like a thin armor piece or something… you can still flap and fly, right, Coda?”

The bird responded by levitating herself upwards with her wings for a brief moment, then landing back on the log once more. She could still fly, and thus scout… good, good. Nice.

The generous helper and newly acquainted friend of Coda and Daiko with a name still left unknown appeared as inquired and curious about the pair as a few others who met them on their way to Mackemm. She even asked what they were doing here, appearing ‘out of your element’ as she put it… wait… was she catching on to their status as Otherworlders? Maybe he should just confirm it for h-

*FLASHBAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK*

"Um, M-maybe don't mention the um... you know.... Otherworlder part. Just cause, well, Mireans don't often trust Otherworlders. So you might get more help if you omit that information."

*END FLASHBAAAAAAAAAAACK*

“… I-I, uh, me and Coda caught news of a new church being built in Newdale, as you might already know… since you’re here, too,” he mustered up, recollecting himself before continuing, “I don’t really… know much about it, but it sounds very nice. Churches are calm, quiet places, and you can always visit one and be left in silence and peace… t-to think things over, if you ever wanna get a grip of things… in yourself, and all…”

Truly spoken from experience. Daiko had visited a church exactly twice, and each visit brought him a revelation about himself; mainly about how his oldest [s]human[/s] friend was, in a way, cursed with inconvenient amnesia, and how sad he truly was for the loss of his guild. Even if he wasn’t the most religious guy around, he admitted that the peace and quiet that a church prioritized in keeping inside its walls was necessary… for some people, it could be a bolt that kept them piked to a sense of balance and spirituality.

Arrrrggghhhh, this was ruining his mood so much! He almost forgot the cold stinging his skin!

“I’m just a simple bird guy, along with my birdy bird pal and partner in crime- n-not that kind of criminal crime, but as in the- y-you know… you know what I mean, p in crime! Her name’s Coda… … … C-Coda? You still there, girl?” he spoke, snapping his fingers twice in front of the infatuated creature, “… D-Don’t mind her, she just really likes you. She prolly thinks you’re her heroine, destined to slay the beast that is frostbite and save her chained soul from… uh, something.”

*Sniff*

Unlike the jade-haired girl, Daiko didn’t recognize the group of three walking towards the wagon. Therefore, his exchange of reaction was switching focus between the jade-haired girl and the… other jade-haired girl along the sapphire-haired smoker and amber-haired dude with a very stylish hat… wait…

How the heck? The second guy with the blue ponytail – yes, you – wasn’t even wearing a jacket! Had he gone mad?!!?!?!?!?!?

He was about to comment on it, his mouth gaping open in shock, but they were now a group of five, and a sixth person entered – one draped in a veil of white and lapis with a seal akin to the one on the newspaper regarding the church being built. She blessed them with Fleuve’ir’s favor upon greeting them and appeared to have been a clear member of the church, although not exactly a typical elder… she was too young to be anything like an arch-priestess or close to that. She also addressed the porcelain girl as one of Tuer’dur’s children, which was a new term for the Fire- sorry, Poison Mage. It cast a little light on the girl with the round hat and some connection to the forces of ice and cold vapor.

Heeeeeeeey, even the priestess was fawning all over Coda! Coda was just the most buttered up lady magnet out there, wasn’t she? He nodded in approval of her petting the raptor before answering: “That’s Coda, my trusty birdy bird! True, she’ll spot anything within range; no mouse will sneak by without her knowing…!” he bragged of her talents. He crossed his arms in pride before greeting and presenting himself: “And the name’s Daiko. At your service!”

The Sister was grateful for everyone’s aid as she greeted the group of three that had joined last – causing a snicker-cough of pain emerging from Daiko’s mouth as he wasn’t even accounted among the ‘strong looking men here’… ouch.

The Sister made things clear that, due to the growing opposition of the building of the church, this wouldn’t be any cozy ride towards Newdale. They were to face ambushes and the likes on their way… if this was occurring a few weeks ago, then Daiko would’ve peed himself. Arriving in this world with a fucked up mana that bugged his Magic beyond repair made him feel naked and empty, as if all his years of growth, training and improvement had just been erased… so fucking unfair, really.

But thanks to Kura and the help of her companions, he didn’t immediately die upon arriving here. He survived, he gained a new type of Magic, and he began training again. Now, he was once again a Spellcaster, and corrosive Poison was his weapon! He could definitely kill a person with it, now…

Therefore, despite the gloominess of it, he sort of understood Bleuenn’s statement… she reminded him of someone with long, raven hair and… and… like, ten sizes larger boobs.

“Hue~?”

S-Shut up, imaginary Guild Mistress! It’s not that funny! He was trying to focus, urrghh…

“… Hmh, Coda, you’re up then. Be our eyes, and warn me of suspicious approach,” he commanded his birdy companion before nodding up to lead her wings up in the air, where she would conquer the winds and fly around the wagon before finding a good height above them where she would be out of range for simple archery and the like while being able to spot sneaky bastards lurking in moving shrubbery.

He was read-

*CHIIIIRP!*

“Shit, there’s a group hiding ahead of us…” he warned everyone, “They’re about… *looks up at circulating Coda* 300 meters, I think.” Upon glaring more at Coda’s line of flight, he noticed the figure her track would form… it looked like a triangle, but one of the lines was arced out, and she drew a line going through the middle and straight down.

“… And they’re carrying axes. We could go around the road, doesn’t seem to be that long, but…” Yeah, the thick shrubbery made itself quite an annoyance; an idea was to simply go around the spotted group of ambushers, but there was no convenient road to do that. Think, think, think…

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Post by wes Mon Jun 14, 2021 8:09 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
His eyes only narrowed more as the mint-haired thief stifled a giggle under his scrutiny. It bothered him, to say the least, how relaxed she was with this whole set up. For someone who had been threatened the way she as, you would think she would stop throwing caution to the wind. Yet there seemed to not be a care in the world as she laughed the day away. What was so damn funny, anyways? Her life was on the line and all she did was ogle Kiigan and laugh like some schoolgirl. And Kiigan was a whole other story by itself. Completely oblivious to her staring the angel had been mostly quiet the entire trip... well, nothing unexpected there. It was a miracle if he ever spoke more than two sentences at a time. Though Wes had to admit he much preferred that to the onslaught of jokes and gags that accompanied them.

Emi’s smile grew, and he already knew what was coming. He had experienced that playful grin quite a few times already but back then he at least had the decency of being drunk.

Here we go again.

Wes pinched his temples in annoyance and sighed, but as she began to produce numerous objects his mouth fell open slightly – especially when she removed an entire fish from within her pockets. At least the act had been enough to catch Kiigan’s attention, who (more or less) read Wes’s mind as to the impossibility of keeping an entire salmon in one’s pockets. Was she… saving that for later? By the looks of her ragged outfit and the fact that they had caught her stealing, that was one possibility Wes was willing to believe. Ew. Wherever she was getting this stuff from probably stank.

When she pulled out the pipe and delivered her punchline Wes practically groaned, though it was cut short by Kiigan taking a few steps away and bumping into the red head thus giving him more cause to stick close to the tall man once he momentarily felt how warm he actually was through his clothes. No wonder he was barely wearing anything. His thought process was halted, however, when Kiigan produced a pack of smokes. An audible gasp escaped Wes, almost as if someone had proposed to the man right then and there.

A little piece of heaven. Finally. If he had to go without a smoke any longer he’d probably lose it.

Upon placing the cigarette on his lips, he remembered he didn’t even have matches. So much like an angry, expectant child, Wes looked up at Kiigan. He reached for the man’s wrist and gently brought down his hand to light his own cigarette before nonchalantly letting go. He took a drag, letting the smoke flow from his nostrils as he spoke. Kiigan might’ve just earned himself the title of honorary member.

“Don’t worry, big guy, I won’t let her put you in her pockets,” he patted the angel man on the back as he had noticed his distress. He was already feeling part of the irritation dissipate at having the little lifeline between his fingers. “Anyways, yeah, just how just how did you… do all that?” Wes added to Kiigan’s question, gesturing the cigarette in Emi’s direction. But before he could listen to her answer his attention was drawn elsewhere. What he assumed was a priestess made her way towards the group with a smile. He reciprocated the expression, giving her a nod in response as she made her way towards… Bleu…? And some other guy and bird he had never seen in his life.

Well, this was bound to be an interesting experience. He still hadn’t forgotten what had happened to his hand at Predigio. He listened in, eyes sizing up the boy who called himself Daiko. He seemed like a nice enough type. Wes gave him a nod in greeting as well once the boy had looked over at them. He’d make sure to introduce himself later if given the chance.

The priestess made her way to Emi after having conversed with the other two, giving her a blessing with something about jubilance. Wes snickered and nudged Kiigan with his elbow, “Hear that? Jubilance. Think she’s gonna have us laughing to death?” he half-whispered at Kiigan besides him, loud enough for him to hear and possibly Emi as well. Considering the look the white-clad woman gave the two men afterward, it was assumed she overheard the remark. Though it could have possibly been due to their smoking. Who knew? Priests tended to not enjoy much of life’s greater pleasures.

Regardless, Wes offered her another pleasant smile as she spoke to the two of them very much masking the lingering annoyance that permeated him. He pressed a hand to his chest as a form of respect, the other which held the cigarette placed firmly at his back as to not let the smoke reach her, “Thank you, Sister Amélie, we’ll try our best to protect everyone so best not to worry. We’re a sizeable group, after all.” He allowed her to continue, offering his hand and helping her make her way towards the top of the cart as she conversed with Bleu. He stuck near the woman’s side, somewhat regretting leaving the walking furnace behind.

Well, that was sort of depressing. Bleu might’ve been right but did the priestess really need to hear it like that?

Upon being notified of the danger he spoke up, “Don’t think your birdy can tell us how many? A few guys with axes shouldn’t be too bad to handle, especially if one of us is very clearly in their element,” he looked at Bleu. If the accident at the bakery had been any indicator and his assumptions correct, the young eldritch could probably serve a good line of defense in case anyone came near. “My money’s on following the road. It’s familiar and it wouldn’t be too much of a strain on the cart so we could at least maneuver around.”

And it went to say that Coda was a great advantage to have, but he opted to stop himself there and allow the others to pitch in. He didn’t care whatever route the group decided to take. He’d roll with it, regardless.
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Post by Emi Kazama Sat Jun 19, 2021 8:25 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




With a glint of mischief in her large green orbs, the comedic thief watched as Kiigan turned away to ignore her and she couldn't help but giggle in response. Normally, Emi was used to nobility and snobby elves turning their noses at her, so it must really annoy him for him to have to turn away like that! Such a sexy, pompous grump! Now that she knew it bothered him, it just fueled her desire to bother him more. Just for that, looks like the smoked salmon will be making a comeback after all. She practically giggled to herself at both Wesley and Kiigan's reactions to said fish, which was just what she was going for! Unfortunately for them, Emi wasn't about to spoil the secret about the smoked salmon now. Not when she was now intending it to be a running gag! Normally, Emi wasn't always intent on bothering people this much, but it tended to go that direction when given death threats.  

"Witchcraft?"

"Witchcraft! Pahahaha!" Emi burst into laughter once more as Kiigan instantly jerked away and moved away from her like she were infected with plague. It was kind of adorable.  Emi bit her lower lip to cease her laughing once again and smiled apologetically, not meaning to scare him that much. Was she going to use this against him later on? Oh, absolutely. Still, she wasn't one to consistently cast fear into the hearts of people. She cared about humor, not fear. Besides, it's funnier when they don't expect it, especially with people that gave her a hard time.

“Don’t worry, big guy, I won’t let her put you in her pockets,”

"Pfft! A Kii in my pocket! That's a good one! Hahaha!" The rogue mage laughed once again at Wesley's unintentional joke about Kii being a key in her pocket, then flickered her green orbs over to that giant blue-haired grump with a mischievous smirk. Mm. She wouldn't mind that, if it were possible..

“Anyways, yeah, just how did you… do all that?”

Emi covered her mouth with a gloved hand to stifle her giggling out of respect once Wesley asked how she did that. Normally, Emi wasn't one to trust anyone with her secrets and there was a flicker of defiance in her teasing smirk at that moment, almost as if she were prepared to give him a bullshit answer about having a sense of humor. Yet her sense of wanting to prove herself and to feel useful kicked in, and she conceded with her hands planted on her hips that were hidden by the oversized coat she wore. "Can't go wrong with unlimited pockets of fun!" That was all she said without further explanation, given that Wesley had his attention elsewhere anyways. If he were interested in hearing it in more detail, she was fine with show and tell, but Emi was humble when it came to revealing about herself and she was interested in meeting the new people, too.    

If these two were at the Single's party, then Emi barely remembered what happened that night after the amount of drinks she had; so if she had already met them, then her sober self will just have to laugh away the shame of having to meet them again! She did notice the shorter blue-haired girl with red eyes barely wearing much against the cold, similar to how Kiigan was, and she could only guess it had something to do with magic that gave them a certain resistance to the blistering cold winds, not to mention the ice that was on her feet. "Hey there! My name's Emi Kazama! You know, I would say 'Ice to meet you'.. but today isn’t the day to be making jokes about the weather.." Emi shook her head with the most serious expression she could make, "It’s s-no-w joke. Pfft! Hahaha!" She giggled at her own pun and smiled at them both as they introduced themselves also to a religious person that came upon the group, happy to meet Daiko and Bleuenn.

The petite, comedic mage wasn't one for religious blessings, but when the religious lady came up to her with her blessing and kind words about her jubilance, Emi blinked and was caught off guard. She wasn't going to lie, she truly thought this lady was going to call her out for not taking it seriously, but instead she was met with sweet words. No one outside of the circus admired that quality about her before, at least never to her face. "Aww, thank you.. that was really sweet..!" Emi replied with a soft smile, clearly not used to compliments given by random strangers. Huh. Some religious people were nice after all.

“Hear that? Jubilance. Think she’s gonna have us laughing to death?”

"Pfft! Nice one! Hahaha!" Emi laughed at the jeering remark that she overheard Wesley make, smiling at his cute snickering. It was rare for anyone to tease her back like this, and she liked it.  A lot. Her green eyes carried a competitive gleam in her eyes as her voice lowered into a dark, sultry one,  "Not a bad way for anyone to go though.." It wasn't a threat, it was more of an idea that occurred to her. She wouldn't mind such a fate on even herself. Dying from laughter? There were worse things to die from, given from what she'd seen in the streets. They were lucky, of course, that Emi wasn't inherently evil enough to consider the possibility of arranging for that to happen, if only to rid herself of her debt to them. Unfortunately, her competitive nature to prove herself made her prefer to prove to them all the more. That satisfaction that she can be helpful or useful to anyone was more intrinsically rewarding for her, and something she desperately sought after, given how much of a failure she felt all these years.  On the otherhand, if they threatened her enough, things could certainly steer in that malicious direction though. Emi was dancing on the borderline of her neutrality; she wouldn't mind such a fate on her enemies. Talk about dark humor.

Speaking of dark humor, the topic of death seemed to be a thing everyone was talking about. Unfortunately, her defense mechanism couldn't help but laugh at the shitty situation they were in. "Pfft! Looks like we're all dying for some wood!" Emi covered her mouth with a hand as joked humorously under her breath and giggled softly to herself. A touch perverted to be said in front of a religious woman if she heard, but ah well. Maybe the sister wouldn't understand the innuendo. Regardless, it was time to put a smile on everyone's grim faces again. While they were inspirationally chatting away about death, Emi slipped away and pulled out a marker to draw a happy face in one of the log's many rings, which could be easily shaved off with a saw or any similar tool.

With the spell she placed on the happy face that she drew at the end of one of the logs, anyone that looked at the smiley face would suddenly be filled with warmth and momentarily forget their negative emotions or anger for as long as they willed it to, unless they failed to look at it.

Now that her happy log was complete, she surreptitiously put the marker away in her pocket and then slipped over in between Daiko and Bleuenn with her hands placed on both of their backs. "Hey..why so serious?" Emi remarked to the group in a sultry tone of voice with a smirk, "No need to worry.. we've got this!" She chirped encouragingly to the group with a fiery grin as she jabbed a thumbs-up in the air with a wink. A challenge to survive? Emi did that every day of her life! Contrary to Bleuenn's words, Emi was definitely no wanderlust adventurer. She was a survivor. The thought of dying and the impending threat of death happens all the time, at least it did to her. It was her current situation now with Wesley and Kiigan and their threat to kill her for what she'd done. Avoiding death was just what she'd been doing the last 5 years on her own, and this was no different.  

The threat of danger was once again upon her, and Emi smiled as she watched everyone taking it seriously. Death threats were just an overused joke at this point, at least to Emi. "Lumberjacks playing hide and seek, huh? Sounds like my kind of game.." The minty haired thief narrowed her eyebrows with a playful smirk. She was all about games, and if anyone was purposely hiding to ambush them, then she was perfectly fine with taking them down if they didn't have a choice. "Your call, Wesley.." She mused afterwards with a playful wink at Wesley, deferring to whatever he decided to do. She could be obedient when it convenienced her. She was a survivor, after all.  





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Post by Kiigan Tue Jun 29, 2021 9:48 am

Being in the pocket of a coat where a smoked salmon had been kept for an undetermined amount of time was fearsome, indeed. Kiigan didn't like showing discomfort as he had-- he tried to play his cards close to the vest when he could-- but it was hard not to when it came as such a shock. Given how quiet he could be until his feathers were properly ruffled, it was no surprise that any more words aimed at him were met with either simple eye contact or a silent nod.

Now that they had properly joined the party, no matter how absent his mind was from the moment, his eyes flickered to the others they'd be joining. A boy with a bird was gaping at him, which caused him to squint at him in vaguely irritated confusion. Said his name was Coda... or was it Daiko? One of them was Coda and one was Daiko, if he heard right. If it was important later, he'd figure it out then. The girl with him with the round hat was Bleuenn Bosser, which he was also likely to forget unless he came up with something about her to make it stick.

Kiigan's attention was finally fully taken off of the Salmon Witch-thief and the worrisome fact that they'd kissed by a lady dressed in white and lapis lazuli, which he recognized as the embellishment of the main chapel in Engloria. He couldn't say he'd ever seen anyone other than the Grande Priest wear it, and even then it was probably to make the King and the humans more comfortable. Humans sometimes made the church weird with their sensibilities. This was one such lady, in his opinion. He was batting three for three with forgetting names today, mostly because he was distracted by other things. What the heck was the veil for? Did she think she was ugly or something? Either way, he nodded his head aloofly at the blessing, though it did make him feel better in a way. He probably needed a blessing after being around Emi, who has Wes blithely pointed out, needed no extra portion of 'jubilance' if they (or she) were to survive this outing. So far, only the small, charming ginger man could get his lips to a neutral line and a huff distantly related to a snort of humor from his nostrils.

Of course, his frown would return the instant Wes escorted the priestess back to the cart, where she then basically repeated the job's purpose to the group and shared her sentiments about life outweighing building supplies, to which he initially offered no response. Then the oddly commanding blue-haired girl piped up to speak for the entire group, which he wasn't fond of, leading him to get his last say in. "Speak for yourself. I'll protect it, but I won't die for something like this," Kiigan corrected in a low voice, frown deepening. While he appreciated the church making a proactive decision for once instead of waiting endlessly for Fleuve'ir's favor to shine, building a chapel in Eldritch territory seemed to be a worthless move. Emi's jokes or no, it wasn't worth anyone dying, but that was their choice. He just wouldn't be one of them.

Since both Wes and Emi had moved away from him to do other things, he considered the bird's intel report as quietly as he had everything else, then made his own decision. A cart this heavy wouldn't be able to be taken off the main road, and the church lady was pretty adamant that this shipment make it through. The only option was to press forward and fight the ax-wielders when they decided to reveal themselves. They'd already lost the element of surprise, so that lowered their threat level quite a bit. With a long drag and a slight cough of inexperience, Kiigan moved out in front of the shipment. In the hand not holding a cigarette, a long, red spear was stitched together by light and slung over his shoulder should danger come calling. He stood at the front, ready to leave whenever they were, since he could see no other reason to delay.

Unless they were waiting for one more? Fleuve'ir's banks, he hoped whoever it was was quiet and normal...

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Post by Trishna Sat Jul 03, 2021 2:55 am

The large log building with the billowing smokestack stood out in stark contrast to the frigid white expanse around it. The building sat in a small clearing up on the ridge quite a ways from where Trishna had left her mentor, to the point where Trishna wasn’t sure whether she would be able to see the wagon even had the trees not been in the way. She had followed the drifting black cloud that could be seen even over the treetops, on the advice of the villagers near the pickup point, with every intention of showing Bleu just how useful she could be herself even without the ice bending powers that her mentor had. Still, she couldn’t help but wish she had her partners seeming invulnerability to the wind and cold; even with the great white fur coat she currently sported the cold winds seemed to cut right through her.

With a shiver, she continued making her way towards the log building. This cold was so bitter that even with her fabulous new coat she wished she had someone to warm her up. She shook her head as images of her partner came to mind, distracting her from the bitter cold but bringing her mind back to the unfortunate fact she hadn’t had a decent chance to feed since she met the blue bombshell. Trishna was unfortunately nearing her limits, and no matter how decadent a dessert Bleu might be, Trishna would need to feed very soon.

Aside from the cold and her own hunger there had been very little in the way of danger as she made this strenuous trip up the mountainside, it only took a few short moments to finish her trip and reach her destination. She stopped for just a moment outside the door to gather herself, slightly nervous at the prospect of letting herself loose outside of the brothel she had grown up in. Trishna wanted to be useful to her partner Bleu though, so this was a necessary step to ensuring the success of their mission in her mind. It was SHOWTIME.

Trishna opened the door to the large log built structure and was greeted by a blast of heat as the temperature inside the enclosure attempted to equalize with the outside chill. The clamour of the usually noisy occupants quieted down as all eyes turned towards the succubus letting in the cold air. Trish strutted inside the hearth warmed structure and closed the door behind her.

“Hello boys...” Trish said with a slight flourish, flashing a seductive smile around the room and opening her coat to reveal a bit more of her skin despite the fact she was still freezing from the walk. She has learned well from her mother that a good succubus used a combination of physical and mental charms to enthrall an audience, depending too much on one or the other was a surefire way to lose anyone with mental fortitude. She didn’t honestly expect a ton of resistance from these rugged yet simple folk, but being lazy could lead to disappointing her true crush and she couldn’t have that.

Looking around the room, she seemed to be having the desired effect. At every table sat burly men in various shades of plaid, most sporting thick beards of various colours and lengths, but every single one of them had eyes on her. So far so good! Trish’s smile twisted a tiny bit in satisfaction before she continued, “Are you all the big… strong men who prepared this load of wood my friends and I will be escorting today?”

The words hung in the air for a moment as nearly every one of the rugged men shared the same entranced look, one part dazzled and another part confused. Trishna hadn’t been completely sure her charms would affect these men who hadn’t dealth with Eldritch like herself often, but thankfully enough of her sensual charm was a universal language that it hardly seemed to matter. One of the larger loggers near the back of the room was the first to manage to break his trance enough to offer the succubus a reply, clearing his throat unsteadily before he responded. “A-aye, miss, that’d be us.”

“Oh, thats wonderful!” Trishna exclaimed, locking eyes with the gentleman that had spoken up. “I had been worried that with all the times the shipment had been robbed, you gentlemen wouldn’t be much to look at, but I am SO glad to be proven wrong…”

Trishna made her way over to the man that had spoken up, keeping her audiences’ attention captive as she made sure to strut in a way that allowed the bits of glances the men around her could see of the clothing beneath her coat to accentuate the curves of her hips. She reached out a hand to the larger man before her to stroke his cheek, bending only slightly despite the fact he was sitting down. “I was wondering if you big, strong men would be willing to come with us and…”

“N-now hold on there miss!” an elderly voice behind her interrupted. Trishna broke eye contact with the big logger and turned her crimson gaze to the newfound speaker, who turned out to be an elderly axeman whose beard had greyed to almost white. Despite the fact it looked as though his body was beginning to wither somewhat, there was still an intriguing fire behind this one’s eyes. “ While we appreciate you folks coming to help protect our shipment, I’m not about to send my guys out to their deaths…”

Trishna licked her lips as the man talked, making her way over to him. Now this must be the leader of this band of loggers, a man with experience and spirit even if his body couldn’t keep up… and most certainly the main obstacle here. Her eyes met the old man's own grey-blue orbs that had certainly paled with age, and his voice slowly trailed off between the combination of her feminine charms and seducing magicks.

“I would certainly never wish to put you brave men at risk…” Trishna replied, running a single hand through her hair and feigning concern. “I just didn’t want to believe the rumours…”

“Eh…? What’re you talking about lass?” The old man replied, his face torn between the confusion he must’ve felt and the lingering trance-like affects of Trishna’s presence. She had almost lost him, but she hoped it was worth the risk of roping his emotions.

“You know…” Trishna said, feigning bashfulness and allowing a tear to form in one of her eyes. “I didn’t want to believe that you all were afraid of being ambushed and were content with losing cart after cart of your hard earned wood… I told them all that rugged people like you would NEVER back down from something as small as these brigands who keep stealing your goods…”
“Who would dare?!” The old man growled, his sentiment quickly echoed my a good majority of those around him. Before he could continue, Trishna interrupted him.

“I was mad too! I told my sisters that couldn’t be the case!” Trishna said, inwardly smiling but trying to keep it off her face. “But I couldn’t possibly ask you all to risk yourselves..”

“Argh…” the old man growled. Trishna suspected somewhere in the back of his head he knew damn well he was being taken for a ride. All she could hope to do was seal the deal before he managed to come to his senses.

“I know!” Trish exclaimed, acting as though she had just thought of an idea. “What if you all just came with us part-way, through your territory?” Trish continued, grinning and shifting her gaze to touch on all of those in the small building. “Then I could tell everyone how the brave woodmen of Mackemm made sure their work didn’t go to waste... I would LOVE to tell everyone how brave and strong you are back home...”

The unspoken promise of the gratitude of a seductress seemed to be rolling around in the heads of the majority of the loggers. The head of the axemen frowned for a moment, considering the words of the succubus before finally agreeing. “Alright, you win lass… but I’ll not be forcing any of me boys to risk themselves. Anyone who wants to stay can stay!”

Trish let out a small eep, overjoyed at her success in manipulating these lumberjacks, then leaned in and planted a kiss on the lumberjack leader. He stiffened in surprise for a split second
Before relaxing due to a combination of the enticing powers Trishna had and the fact she was also quickly sapping his vitality. Trishna drank deep, slaking her thirst and ending the drought she had been in since meeting the ice queen whom had become her goal. It only lasted a couple of seconds in reality, though, and when she finished he didn’t exactly look worse for the wear. He just wore a stupid sloppy grin and drooped a bit in his chair. Trishna turned to the loggers around her, having no more need of the old man now that he had given them his blessing.

“Thanks so much to you who are proving I was right about you!” Trishna said with a grin. “Grab your axes and we can make our way to the carts we’re escorting!”

In the end, almost all the loggers in that particular cabin ended up joining Trishna for her trek back down the mountain. Only the leader and one other ended up staying, which was fine by her. She couldn’t match her mothers powers yet but perhaps one day....


“Hey beautiful! I brought help!” Trishna shouted, a beaming smile on her face as her entourage made it to the main path. It seemed as though Bleu had readied everything else and was ready to go! Her smile faltered slightly when she realized that Bleu had seemingly been busy as well, and aside from the nun she had her own group of help following alongside the cart. It seemed her crush had won this match of who could bring the most help as well, though Trish could hardly blame them for being enticed by the same Ice Princess that she had been. “Looks like you made friends too!”

“Hi I’m Trishna!” The succubus greeted the group with a twirl and a curtsy. “These gentlemen want to escort the shipment a ways with us, are we ready to head out now?”


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Everyone seemed to understand what the young witch meant, everyone but the baker’s compatriots. While Bleuenn could have handled the jokers' antics at her and the parties’ expense. She could not ignore Wesley’s tethered assistant. “Something like this? Forgive me, I was not aware of your peerless skill”. Scoffing at Kii, Bleuenn took her attention off of the boastful fool. “I suppose we need not worry as no doubt your proclamation will see us through''. As the conversation turned argument begun to heat up, Amélie who had just thanked Wesley for assisting her onto the cart turned to the two bickering. Her blue eyes narrowed at Bleuenn ever so slightly before quickly reverting to her soft gaze. “Miss Bossor, it's great that you take the protection of not only the cart but the lives of others so seriously. However, both you and… Mister Wesley’s companion are here for the same reason. I am sure that you both understand that working together is far more effective than fighting alone”. Once she has finished the sister looked at Wesley expectantly hoping that he would help her keep the group together. Sticking by Daiko’s side while side eyeing Kii as he walked ahead of Daiko and herself “Do not worry I shall remain professional, though if he does not wish to cooperate our lack of cohesion lies upon him”.

Bleuenn now finished dealing with the more troublesome members, focused on the road as they began to leave the town. Unfortunately for her and Daiko, they appeared to be Emi’s next targets. Glancing to the ‘jubilant’ member of the group her ruby eyes scanned the joker of their deck. The witch had to admit that her ability had great potential, but it appeared to be wasted on the mint clown who used it for pranks. Looking past the woman and to what looked to be a face etched into one of the logs. Inspecting the odd marking closer, warmth enveloped her body slowly melting away her icy persona. The joy began to reach a boiling point as a smile cracked across Bleuenn’s serious demeanor. Tearing herself away from the odd almost entrancing hex, Bleuenn looked back at the trickster, her crack of a smile faded into a scowl as she covered Emi’s magic with her own. “Why am I so serious? Perhaps it is due to the manner of situation we find ourselves in? I’ll cool down once the cart has been escorted and we’re still among the living” Stopping herself, Bleuenn realized her words and how Emi’s antics were beginning to affect her. Sucking her teeth in annoyance, the young witch focused back on the road remembering her past interaction with another of the baker’s allies.

Watching Coda as she took flight, Bleuenn was glad not only for Coda’s birds eye view to at least warn them of an attack, but the witch was also grateful for Daiko as he seemed to be normal for the most part. Though it did not take long at all for Coda to cry out. Looking to Coda then to Daiko as he translated his partner's words? Her fascination and confusion about the how of Daiko’s and Coda’s ability to transmit such detailed information would have to wait as the other equally puzzling ‘ambush’ took priority.

While she thought on the oddity of not only the attackers equipment but their location; Wesley took the role of leadership. Wesley’s questioning Daiko finished rather abruptly snapping the young witch out of her thought bubble. Momentarily looking at Wesley with a haze of confusion as she was unsure why he was suddenly placing the leadership role onto her, but she quickly casted it aside. “You're correct about us following the main road. Not only is the cart too large, but the less traveled roads would be impossible for a cart; It’s one of the main reasons why no one has been able to escort any wood from Mackemm as we are fighting on the enemy's terms". Looking around the rather flat tundra barely out of eyeshot from the town, “I’m unsure about your knowledge on the attacks, but none of them have been this close to the town or on such unfavorable terrain and simple tactics”. Nothing added up with the past attacks, yet she would not take any chances. Holding out her hand a sigil would form over the snow a safe distance from the group. “I’ll set a trap, and defend the area around the cart if need be, at the very least we can turn the tables even if any ambush attempted here would be ineffectual. Though that’s about all we have going for us as we lack the knowledge or experience fighting alongside each other. Hopefully they are as unorganized as us as all we can hope to do is to try to stick together and fight normally as trying to cooperate without any training is next to impossible”. Bleuenn would have liked to gain more information about the other’s before a fight, however perhaps she can learn about her allies’ talents for when they have to fight something more threatening. Turning onto the main road, Bleuenn snapped her fingers occasionally to reposition the trap as they moved along. She very much doubted that the axe welders were the enemy as the little information she did glean from the townsfolk and survivors of the attack was that the saboteurs attacked from elevated terrain with guns and artillery. Even though she was confident in their ability to take on such a force, she doubted their ability to take on the more organized force that was no doubt lying in wait for them.

The calm was finally broken. The shapes of what was sure to be the axmen appeared from the woods. Yet instead of a charge the group simply marched… no even from afar called their stumbling within the snow a march was far too generous. As the figures grew closer, the one at the head of the group had an odd skin pigmentation. Hoping that their leader’s complexion was merely a hat and scarf, but as the group grew in size and detail Bleuenn knew exactly how it was. Placing a hand over her face as her pink companion called out to her the witch dreaded not only having to explain Trishna to a group she was already at odds with, but the fuel that Trishna would be to Emi’s future jokes and teasing. Taking a deep breath she kept her eyes on Trishna as she dared to not look at the group especially Emi. With a sheepish wave to her companion, Bleuenn tried to hold onto her mask, “More like a temporary alliance, though I have to admit I am surprised that anyone showed up”. Look at Trishna as she introduces herself then to the volunteers. Inquisitive, raising her hand about halfway before dropping it back down as it was clear that the volunteers appeared to be less than voluntarily following Trishna. Glassy eyes vacant expression, not a single word aside from the odd grunt or moan they clearly have been dominated. though thankfully not a complex application as those are very difficult to crack as the magic is merely clouding their mind not etched into the soul. Scowling, Bleuenn glared at the pink demoness. "Volunteers, more like volunteered, did you honestly think that a witch let alone anyone with eyes would have been able to see that they were under your influence, release them now"! If there was one thing the witch hated above all else it was the act of taking another's freewill. Bleuenn's command was heard clear as day by Amélie who merely placed her hands over her mouth in shock at the act. Shaking her head, the young witch was done dealing with people. Turning around her glare focused on Amélie, "That's right I'm an Eldritch just like Trishna. While I cannot speak for Trishna I am not looking to harm or control anyone. Perhaps you may want us gone, but I took on this quest to show others that I can and will be a knight and a protector"! Sighing Bleuenn walked ahead past Kii, taking the lead to be left alone.

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The cart pushed on though it was clear that it's defenders were fractured and splintered into groups. Bleuenn was aware that the lack of knowledge and cooperation would be their downfall, but was not in the right headspace or position to try to be the keystone of their group. Amélie, while still shaken by Trishna's actions, knew that she needed everyone to work together, even if she did not wish to work with those who used others. "Everyone please stop, stop the cart"! With the cart coming to a slow stop, Amélie stood up to address the group. "I know that all of you come from different backgrounds and homes, but despite your differences all of you came together willing to fight side by side even though none of you would ever speak or spend time with one another! I do not know the how or why all of you came here to defend and help spread the faith, however it does not matter! Even if you hate or dislike each other, please for at least the sake of your goals and wishes; push your disagreements aside and work together"! The sister was right, Bleuenn knew it. Looking to the group but focusing more on Trishna, Kii and Emi, "She's right, we can't hope to defend the cart unless we work together. I don't care if you hate me or what I am, I'm used to it. Though if you can put that aside I will make sure that the cart makes it to its destination unharmed". Moving closer to the group Bleuenn manipulated the snow nearby to form snow sculptures of the group standing side by side. "I'm sure most of you are already awhere of my dominion over ice. I am sure you don't need me to explain the benefits of being surrounded by the element you master". Sighing as she still held onto to her annoyance an persona, "I apologize for my coldness, it's just that most tend not to lot favorably on me. I will do my best to defend all of you and take up the offensive if possible". Fiddling with her hands she was still not fully comfortable with leaving herself bare to the group. The half breed still hide her mixed blood from the others as those of her kind were treated worse than even Eldritch, who were merely feared and hated. Tugging on her tag in an attempt to hide her face with her hat. It was obvious as the young witch shuffled around as she did not like being the center of attention. "... Does anyone else have any defensive abilities? If so... I can take aa more offensive role".

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Post by Daiko Sat Jul 10, 2021 4:24 pm

Was it just him or was the weather growing a little? Or was it a subconscious result of Miss Kazama’s quite strange statements? To be fair, you couldn’t expect Daiko to have a good sense of humor – and by that, it meant that he found humor in quite many things that most people wouldn’t deem funny or laugh-inducing. He did snicker at the jade-haired woman’s funny lines, knowing jack shit about her, her profession, her backstory and her standing with the two males accompanying her. They seemed like such a delightful gang, almost like guild mages from where he came… the ginger-haired one even got the fanciest, most stylish hat the Poison Mage had ever laid eyes on.

A-Anyway, back to the task at hand. The Emi girl sure took it very lightly, and yeah, sure, they had to not panic or anything – y-you know what, Daiko held great confidence in this group! They all looked so dependable, strong and experienced in at least aiding with hard labor or combat. Although, not all here wanted to give their lives for the logs… and their talking had begun to heat up for some otherworldy reason, but none of them were going to die! If anything, Daiko would make sure that no one died – he was starting to itch for some real combat, wanting to catch up to his original level of magical prowess and strength.

Daiko looked up at Coda once more and saw her fly in lines forming a certain number. “Oh, there are- n-nhggg, ngghahaha-“ he was trying to inform them, but… w-what happened? He was suddenly beginning to feel ticklish deep in his belly, armpits and hips, as if someone were tickling all his sensitive places at the same time. “Hahahhaahahahh, h-hhaaaaah, haha, s-sto- wait-“ he protested against… well, himself? Quickly, he smacked both his cheeks with his hands at once, snapping himself out of whatever trance he fell into.

“… T-There are few, s-she spotted like 6 or more…” he informed them after regaining his cool. The blue-haired companion had readied himself up front with what looked like a long, red spike that seemingly came out of nowhere… wait, was that Requip? W-Wait, they don’t have the same kinds of Magic here in Vyldermire as in Fiore, right? What would it be called here, then?

… C-Conjuration?

Surely, the redirecting of the cart wasn’t a good idea due to the terrain preventing them from being too flexible with their journey. Daiko readied his mentality for some sudden ambush, then, fearing that enemies would be lurking in every corner at one point… while a little confident in himself, it was still a new Magic, this Poison thing…

… Wait, the loggers ahead of them were friendly? Daiko had just upped his nerves for a quick emergency reaction for nothing! Oh well, it was better than being attacked any day, so he’d accept more help… although, it appeared that Bleuenn knew her. Coda had just decided to perch on Bleuenn’s shoulder ‘cause screw Daiko when the one leading the new group – an… odd-colored lady with- w-was that a tail? Her eyes looked all dark, like looking down into a well at night! Was she some kind of Takeover? Or was that just due to a racial trait?

Come to think of it, he would have to learn more about the races here in Vyldermire besides those with traits of beasts.

Daiko couldn’t see the issue at first – what did Bleuenn mean with ‘release them now!’? Were they captured by the pink lady? They weren’t tied up or anything, and they didn’t complain at all. And the phrase ‘under your influence’… were they under her spell?! Illusion Magic?!?!?

Awww, this was such a weird group of people now… from what Daiko could gather, there was the mint-haired Cryomage who looked like she belonged in his old guild, the ginger-haired dude who emitted no mana and had the prettiest hat of all kind, a jade joy-spreader with enthusiastic and weird funny remarks, a blue-haired spearman who seemed not to care too much about the logs that they were defending, and the chirpy pink-skinned lady being with some kind of mind-control… m-maybe Daiko should stay more wary around her, in the end. He didn’t want to lose his mind or get thralled under someone else’s control-

T-Then again, she had come here to cooperate, so… w-wha? It honestly confused him.

And thus, it ended with the tour looking like they were all mad at each other. Daiko’s face shivered with worry, having small, comedic droplets of sweat shake off despite the weather as he flailed his hands: “N-Now, c’mon, guys… w-we might as well look past whatever and all, w-we’ll be riding for a while-“ Feeling that they needed some glue to stick with each other, he rose up on the moving cart just as it was demanded to brake, causing him to topple over the front and almost fall if not for his quick safe by grabbing onto one of the logs. It did cause a few stutters to escape his panicking lips, but he wasn’t going to fall twice.

The priestess made a good point, exactly! That was what he meant, too! And what was with Bleuenn and Trishna and being, what, Eldritch? Daiko didn’t even know what that really meant, anyway! Was it a race? If so, was it racist to dislike them? Why would he even- he had never met them before, so he should try to start out their encounter in a good tone! Exactly!

While having decided to sit near the ginger with the fancy hat due to curiosity taking over the Poison Mage, Daiko was soon captivated with the snow sculptures made by Bleuenn. He even jumped off the cart to gaze upon them, inspecting the builds and even handling the red spear made for the sapphire mane’s sculpture, strong enough to stay solid even when he was swinging it around. “W-Wooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The snow’s so solid, it’s not even breaking apart when I swing it!” he spoke up in awe, showing his more immature side as he was easily in awe at magical spectacles; more so when this was the first… no, second arcane showcase to him since he arrived here, the first being Kura’s fox fire.

He also sneakily equipped the snow hat meant for Ginger, checking himself out with it on while Coda, still perched on Bleuenn’s shoulder without poking into her skin too much, chirped annoyingly at Daiko’s apparently poor taste in fashion. Well, fashion was subjective, wasn’t it? Daiko liked it.

Upon hearing Bleuenn’s promise to defend them all and question, Daiko poked up again. “I don’t really have any good defense stuff going on, but I can make sure that any would-be enemies lose their breath before laying a single scratch on any of you!” He was grinning widely, definitely hiding away how he would do such a thing, because he wanted to surprise them and show just how dependable he could be. That was how good mages were sought out – by how dependable and meritorious they could be.

Looking at Coda again, Daiko nodded for her to fly up again, which she did. Now, Coda began flying in circles again… until at one point, quite early, she flew in certain lines once more, revealing the number of a new group nearby. “… Oh, we're in the clear. Good job, Coda!“

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TL;DR:
-Daiko laugh at Emi's face thingie on the log.
-Confused, worried looks at Trishna.
-Panicking at the argument brought up like a confused, little child.
-Petting the snow sculptures made by Bleu, wearing Wes' snow hat and wielding Kii's snow spear for a short moment.
-Saying he's good at weakening the opponent without saying how for future surprise value.
-Coda left Bleu's shoulder again, rip.
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Post by wes Sun Jul 11, 2021 10:00 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
From his place next to the priestess, he had seen Emi draw on one of the logs and out of sheer curiosity shambled towards it, ready to give her a scolding right after. However, as he stared at the sketch, he caught wind of Kiigan’s cough, “Heh, h’aww.”

He was still learning. Cute.

…Wait, what.

While the thought might’ve been sincere, the reaction had been unexpected. He hadn’t meant for it to come tumbling out the way it did and much less begin to feel the warmth in his chest and face. He covered the sketch with one hand, the corner of his lip twitching up slightly as he slowly turned his head towards the winking thief in gleeful confusion, “What the... heh… haha…”

He uncovered the drawing, laughed a little bit too loud, and then scrambled to cover it with both hands. Being nonmagical as he was meant that most spells tended to get to him rather easily. That, or he was a very sensitive recipient towards their effects (a fact that he’ll deny until the day he dies). And he couldn’t help but whip his head up at the priestess as she loomed over him with a worried look, delivering an awkward, “Haha, WhAT!?” after having missed some part of the conversation.

It seemed Bleu had been going off about one thing or another and there was something about people not getting along. Something about Kiigan and Bleu so, biting his lip as hard as he could, he made his way to the front to stand up for the angelman, but Wes only managed a giggle before abruptly squatting down next to Kii and slapping his hands over his own mouth, the cigarette still nestled between his fingers. Whatever years of leadership and charisma under his belt melted away as he tried to stifle the laughs. He’d shoot Emi a dirty look then… or as best of a dirty, angry look as he could muster under the current circumstance.

There was a whine.

“Questo è... Fallo smettere, per favore... Per favore,” he had grabbed Kiigan’s hand tightly to try and control himself, the words coming out muffled through his glove. He only focused on the snow on the ground, but upon the arrival of a new person it almost sounded like he had choked. She was pink. Pink.

“Why is she pink...?” he asked no one in particular after taking a very, very large breath. Though he tried to hold his tongue, the best he could manage was a whisper as he looked on in pain and incredulity. “A pink... hehe... succubus... maybe– I hate this,” he was starting to believe his earlier joke about laughing to death might actually be true. The more he thought about it, though, the more he’d calm down until he found himself in some weird happy medium. He smoked calmly then, though the redness on his cheeks from the laughing lingered as he stood, let go of Kiigan’s hand and bounded his way to the back of the cart with his eyes fixated on the ground. He did stop momentarily to say something to Emi but under the wave of calm he only managed a “You...” before his attention shifted over to Daiko who had been playing with the ice spear and hat.

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to you later.”

It was safe to say he didn’t know what to feel. The slight smile that had appeared on his face upon seeing Daiko didn’t exactly feel genioune though the scene really had been endearing. So he just walked, stopping to lean on the cart furthest from everyone else and finish his smoke in peace.

Whatever that ability was seemed useful... and he never wanted to experience it again.
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Post by Emi Kazama Sun Jul 11, 2021 5:32 pm




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




It was always a surprise to Emi just how her mind-affecting spells would affect each person, given that each person reacted differently to them. The most she expected was a smile on their happy faces, so the way it affected each person here made her smile and giggle to herself adoringly, but the way it affected Wesley made her slap her hand on her mouth to stifle the laughter she was doing the entire time, "Ahahaha!" She couldn't help but laugh with a little squeak at the silly way he went about covering the smiley face and then uncovering it. "...Pffftt!" The funny part was that those people unknowingly looked to a criminal leader for leadership, and all Wesley could do was laugh! Ah, it was nice to be a part of the audience while you watch performances unfold like that.  

The petite thief in the oversized coat couldn't help but form a mischievous grin as she watched the crime boss try to give her a funny little stare. What, did Wesley think he was going to just get away with giving her a death threat and she was just going to take it without some kind of payback? With her competitive nature? That's a laugh! Truth be told, Emi didn't know how this spell would work on him, but as far as she was concerned.. she made someone smile and laugh after he gave her a death threat. Nothing wrong with that, now was it? Were they officially even? Maybe.

The sight of a pink demonata definitely added a colorful flavor to the group, a welcomed color to get rid of all the white and blue anyways. Did she trust Eldritch and demonata? Not in her life, but the streetrat barely trusted anyone so that was normal. "Hey Trishna, name's Emi!" Emi introduced herself with a smile, giving herself a twirl and then pointing finger guns at her in response in a playful teasing sort of way. She couldn't help but laugh when all the lumberjacks that they were about to fight were lining themselves up. Talk about funny irony! Of course, Emi didn't get a chance to crack a joke about it because Bleuenn immediately called Trishna out on having them under her influence. Her smile dissipated slightly as she looked to the lumberjacks and then back at the demonata. Was it possible that she was a witch or a succubus like she had learned in school here?  Bleuenn was admiringly bold when she confirmed as much as far as the witch and eldritch part. Still, she bit her lower lip, not being able to help impishly steal a glance back at Kiigan for his reactions and stifled a giggle with a gloved hand at how funny this group was becoming! It was just like home!

"You ever hear about the eldritch with the charm spell..?" The arcane trickster joked to the group with an playful smirk, "Well don't leave 'em hanging! Aren't you going to tell them the punchline? Shouldn't they know?"  She prodded teasingly, hoping that Trishna would confirm that she was a succubus for everyone here to know who they were dealing with. The only reason she didn't outright tell was because Emi wasn't one to tell someone else's secrets, much like she kept Wesley's criminal activity a secret, but also because she wasn't entirely sure Trishna was a succubus, given other possible reasonings.

Emi smiled when she was humorously among the troublemakers named to cease this banter.  "Don't worry, I know how to get along with anyone!" The jade haired comedic mage chirped encouragingly with a broad grin and a thumbs up. Did she want to? That depended on them. Will she cease her pranks? She hadn't decided, but Kiigan's adorable reactions made it too tempting to stop.

“You...”

The comic mage narrowed her eyebrows at Wesley with a defiant, mischievous smirk sliding along her lips that dared him to say what he wanted to say, thriving on his reaction. Come on, say it. Say it! Emi was the wind that could make the sweltering flames worse, but she could always have more fuel for the fire. She followed Wesley's blue-eyed gaze over to Daiko playing with the snow sculptures, and couldn't help but smile endearingly at Daiko, biting her lower lip to stifle a giggle as he pranced around wearing a snow hat much like Wesley's.

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to you later.”

"..Huh?" The trickster thief blinked back at Wesley in confusion, not expecting that as a reaction at all. It's alright? "Heheh..Okay..Lookin' forward to it!" Emi giggled her bewilderment softly, shooting finger guns at him playfully as Wesley skulked off to be on his own. She then tried to shake off that confusion and the ends of her lips still pulled up to a smile as she proceeded to pull something out of her pockets - rainbow gummy worms!  While she placed rainbow gummy worms to serve as smiles on the statues, she couldn't help but hum a spritely tune, not realizing it was a 1950s song that popped in her head, The Lovely Bunch of Coconuts song; she was currently putting smiles on a lovely bunch of snowmen - there they are all standing in a row! Bum Bum Bum. Big ones, small ones.. some as big as your head (and bigger!) Give them a twist a flick of the wrist. That's what the snowman showman said..





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Post by Kiigan Fri Jul 16, 2021 4:01 am

Angry puffs of cigarette smoke appeared out ahead of the cart, as if it'd become some sort of steam engine...not that he knew what such a thing was.

Misunderstood as usual, Kii only tossed a slightly hateful glare back at the mouthy, leader-apparent of this band of misfits and otherwise completely ignored whatever was going on behind him. However, as always, he didn't open his mouth to correct her and let her think whatever she wanted about him. Why should he care? Either she'd see she was wrong or it wouldn't matter in the least. 'Bosser' was right. As long as she left him alone and wasn't as bossy with him as her name sounded, everything would probably be fine. Bossy Bosser. If everything failed and they all chose to blame him, bring it on then. Someone had to be the scapegoat.

Then Wes appeared at his side. Reeling his mind back in from the distant paths of Grumpland, he slightly turned his head to observe. Had he missed something? Why was he giggling like that? Blinking, he turned more fully with a little alarm, trying to figure out if he was hurt. Or drunk? He hadn't seen him drink anything though... "Boss, what's wrong--"

Kiigan went stalk stiff for a long moment, eyeing the giggling man holding his hand, speaking in....some kind of tongue. His brain just stopped working as if it had blown a fuse. An encantation? Was....was Wes a witch, too?! He silently stood there, staring at the giggling man, holding his hand as if nothing was wrong even though his face was starting to sweat.

Wes asked why someone was pink. Dread filled his whole body. Had that darktongue spell turned some poor innocent soul pink and he hadn't even meant to? The angel slowly took his eyes from his employer to, yup, someone with pink skin. But it wasn't a poor innocent soul who had been pinked. It wasn't an innocent soul at all!

As if the pink-skinned, obviously demonata woman that joined their band wasn't enough already for the Gaiyan, Bossy Bosser soon exploded into a short monologue about her own Eldritch heritage. Another witch. Lumberjacks and thralling aside, all Kiigan got from any of the speaking happening was that he was surrounded by Eldritch. His red eyes flashed between Trishna and Bleuenn, then to Emi as well. Three Eldritch. He glanced back at Wes. Four? He was basically surrounded. While he didn't hate Eldritch, he was plenty wary from a whole life of sheltered mindsets and cautionary tales. Worrying about falling to sin was hard enough alone, but now... this was a predicament. Kiigan was more than happy to give Bleuenn a wide berth as she stalked past him, but Wes taking off for the back of the cart seemed wrong. By all fairness, the angel should've been giving all the sin-happy folk some room, and for a moment he considered it.

He should have stayed home.

Was everyone here a freakin' witch?!

Turning accusatory eyes on Daiko, the strange boy was playing in the snow, his temper flared for just a second. "Are you some sort of Eldritch, too?" he asked in a small but simmering outburst, eyes narrowed and scowl deepening.  

Kiigan didn't stay around for the answer, though. Not standing for Wes, of all people, also possibly being a witch, the man stalked off after the small gingersnap with an extra scowly scowl on his mouth. "Hey...wait!" he demanded as he became even less focused on the mission and more on finding himself some answers. No peace for Wes. Emi he could deal with. Gumball girl was a bit more iffy. Bossy Bosser...he didn't care as long as she stayed away. But Wes? Wes?! No. It can't be. Not with all the time they spent together!

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Post by Trishna Fri Jul 16, 2021 8:30 pm

It started off so well. The pink demonata had stepped onto the scene with a cadre of little helpers at her back, ready to contribute to their little caravan.  The friendly green-haired woman had introduced herself right away to Trishna with just the sort of excitement the succubus had wished to see on her first big group quest, while Bleu herself began to greet and inspect the crew that Trishna had brought! Before Trishna could return the happy greeting, however, things fell apart for her. Trishna had been hoping for a bit of praise from her mentor for contributing to the cause, despite the distinct lack of people in this snowy landscape. Trishna had gone out of her way to find these fools to ensure a safe trip… and Bleu actually chastised her for bringing these lumberjacks under her control! Her little frosty partner was unhappy with her! What were her talents there for, if not for this?! Was she not allowed to help? Was her magic off limits because it changed hearts instead of temperature? Was… was Bleu going to stay mad at her?

The green haired woman with the oversized coat and personality snapped Trishna out of her emotional crisis, bringing her back to the present… something about a charm spell and a punchline. The succubus was mildly confused by what the comedian woman meant, though she assumed it was a joke of some sort... maybe trying to break the tension? She was half listening and having a moment, after all, but she supposed she should get this over with before she managed to make her icy friend even more unhappy.

She turned to face the lumberjacks and raised her left hand, snapping her fingers. For those nearby, the snap of the succubus’ fingers seemed amplified. No matter where one was standing in the immediate vicinity it sounded as though it came from right beside their ear; not loud enough to hurt, but loud enough to hear it clearly. The reaction from the lumberjacks was immediate, most of them blinking away their glassy expressions and looking around in confusion. Trishna blinked away the tears in her eyes from her current emotional state and addressed the lumberjacks.

“I’m sorry for influencing you all… I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I just wanted to be a bit safer on this trip.” Trishna said, loudly enough for the lumberjacks and likely most of the others present to hear fairly clearly, though this was certainly not magically enhanced in any way. She bowed apologetically, “Please, I hope you all have a safe trip home.”

Trishna kept her head bowed and awaited whatever response these men were going to give her. The lumberjacks, for their part, seemed to still be getting an understanding of where they were and what had happened. “Look, lass, I don’t exactly understand what kind of tomfoolery you may or may not have done, but I’ll stick around with you until you all leave Mackemm. Our boss may accept the loads going missing as not being our fault, but I’ve got a bit more pride in our work than that…”

Trishna looked up to see the man speaking lay his axe on his shoulder and smile confidently at her. Two others, from what she could tell, seemed confident and willing, though the rest seemed more on the fence. It didn't take an empath to tell that they didn’t want to go, but also didn’t like the idea of walking away from a fight and being labeled a coward. Trishna rose from her bow and took the lead lumberjacks free hand.

“Please, if not for yourself, go back for me ok?” Trishna said with as much earnestness as she could muster, looking up into the big mans eyes. “If a single hair on your head comes to harm I’m not sure my partner will ever forgive me… and you’ve more than proven your resolve. I’ll be sure to tell my sisters when I see them how brave the men of Mackemm Village are.”

The lumberjack looked from the succubus to the ice witch and back, registering the pink demonata’s words. Finally he smiled helplessly and shrugged. “Right then. I suppose there’s nothin for it. We’ll be on our way, but next time you’re in Mackemm stop on by and have a pint with us. You can tell us how it went and we can share stories without the funny business, ok?” The men gave a general grumbling of agreement and the cadre were on their way.


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For a time, as the caravan trudged through the snowy landscape Trishna had continued to mope. As much as she could manipulate  some beings, it still bugged the hell out of her that she was having trouble with Bleu. She didn’t understand! That whole group was fairly easy but then the person she liked was not. I mean, was it the fact that Bleu was super pretty? There were plenty of pretty people though! The blue haired gentleman wearing just a t-shirt in this frosty weather was cute despite the fact he couldn’t seem to stop glaring for whatever reason. The darker skinned man was cute as well, and to top it off not only did he have almost a sense of childlike wonder but he apparently had one of the prettiest birds Trishna had ever seen as a pet! The funny green haired one, as far as Trishna could tell she was super cute though the oversized coat made it difficult to estimate her bodies curves(the succubus had tried), and the upbeat personality was something Trishna would absolutely love to see more of! And to round them out there was the cute giggling red haired man with the awesome hat. Even the priestess was quite easy on the eyes, though Trishna got the distinct impression they were avoiding looking back at her purposely.

Was it the magical essence emanating off of her? All of the others aside from the red haired fellow had that, including the priestess. Maybe it was the fact she was an excellent chef? That was something Trishna could honestly say was something only Bleu had going for her on this convoy, though it wasn’t as though she had tried the others cooking so there was no way of knowing for sure. She supposed the ice queen was the first one Trishna had truly went on a quest with, but she wasn’t sure if that was it either. As much as the pink demonata wracked her brain she didn’t understand what made her so nervous around that bombshell of a woman.

The succubus was once again brought out of her thoughts when Bleu called for a stop to the caravan and began her pep talk about unity, even going so far as to make sculptures of them all! The dark skinned one and the green haired one began to play with the statues as Bleu talked, finally stating that she would do her best to defend everyone and asking for everyone’s specialties. The dark skinned man with the oh-so-cute bird seemed to indicate defence wasn’t his thing, and the others hadn’t responded yet so Trishna spoke up.

“Umm… so hey, I think most of you have a good idea of what my specialty is.”
she said somewhat nerviously, one hand playing with her hair thoughtlessly as she spoke. “I wanna see a world where we can all get along, and I plan to try to do what I can to help.” She finished, hoping the implication didn’t make her mentor even angrier at her. She wanted to avoid that, if possible, but she wanted to be useful too! Why was this so hard! Once the group was ready to get moving again Trishna would find a spot on the cart to ride for a bit and hope dearly she didn’t find a situation where her choices were to be useless or make Bleu hate her.


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Post by Bleuenn Bosser Sat Jul 17, 2021 4:45 pm

Chaos that was all that could be said about the scene before Bleuenn. Wesley, a man she looked to as possibly another person to help guide and help focus the group, was now laughing at not only her but her idea of unity. Anger boiled within the ice witch threatened to melt her even temper. Forming a snowball, Bleuenn tossed it at the crackling baker only just missing the man as he tumbled over from sheer laughter. Sucking her teeth at the lack of contact, her eyes focused on Daiko and Emi playing around with the sculptures she had made. Raising a hand to protest though she held back as Daiko and of course Coda had and were helping the group. She could not bring herself to spoil his fun even if he had missed the point she was trying to make. Giving Emi on last side glance as she had escaped her wrath on Daiko's account. However, the one who was fairing worse than her was the priestess. Looking to Amélie the witch could see that she too was at her wits end as she simply sat back down looking rather dower at the lack of others answering her call for unity.

Taking a deep breath, Bleuenn formed a sort of cone like object in preparation to shock the group into listening. Though as she was about to yell into the makeshift megaphone a somewhat dejected Trishna stepped up saying something that warmed Bleuenn’s heart and shocked Amélie as she did not think that the Eldritch would be the one to step up for unity. Lowering the ice cone, a soft warm smile spread along Bleuenn’s face. “ And they say us Eldritch are the selfish and cruel ones”. Letting out a giggle she would stand next to Trishna giving the succubus a slight side bump while looking up to her. “I saw the exchange with the lumberjacks, it seems that they truly did wish to defend their work, all they needed was a push”. Pushing against Trishna's side with her thigh Bleuenn sighed. “Though even though they may want to help, all they would do is get themselves and us killed trying to protect them”. Taking her fellow adventurers' hand she would turn and focus fully on her friend. “ However, this does not mean that you can’t enthrall our enemies”. Flashing a sly smile, “In fact your talents will be quite helpful. Causing chaos and confusion within the enemy wins wars and battles, don't sell your gifts short”. Patting Trishna’s hand before letting go, Bleuenn turned back to the group, raising the ice megaphone in preparation to knock some sense into the group.

Attention attention”! The voice of Bleuenn boomed across the entire group. Tossing the cone away she continued. “Perhaps you may not know or care, but let me remind you that we are not the first group that has attempted to escort the lumber to Newdale. The fact that we are even here is due to others' failures”. Focusing on Amélie then back to the group, “ Our fellow adventurers and Amélie’s fellow priests and priestesses have given their lives to try and help have everyone come together and not repeat the mistakes of the past. You may not care about me or the church, but at least some respect for the dead”! With her speech done Amélie would mouth a thank you to Bleuenn and Trishna as she motioned the driver to start moving again.

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Keeping to the front of the cart, Bleuenn cleared any snow and ice that may hamper the cart and ease everyone else’s ability to travel. As they came upon an area with two hills overlooking the road, Bleuenn tugged on Trishna to warn her while she moved closer to the cart. “Daiko, does Coda see anything strange”! Just as Bleuenn called for an update the roar of a cannon echoed out! Raising a dome of ice the cannonball slammed into the right side of the dome cracking the ice as it ricocheted, bouncing a few times along the other part of the witch’s dome before landing down next to it with a dense thump. As Bleuenn reformed the crack, shouts could be heard leading to logs rolling down to blocking their path while the ambushers appeared out of the snow encircling the cart.

Surrounded and cut off the group had two cannons on both of the hills with a line of gunners defended by a larger line of more melee focused combatants on the lower half of the hill. Behind them was a mix of wolves and ambushes waiting to charge in once the ice was cracked open.

Well well, well looks like we have ourselves a far more competent group”. Jabbing his halberd into the ground a large man in full plate clapped. “Well, that’s fine we already knew about your little ice witch”. Whistle a less armored ambushers would step forward producing a flame. “You're already surrounded and out matched, just abandon the lumber and will spare your lives”.

Not responding, Bleuenn looked back to the group and the cart that the driver and Amélie hid under. “I can hold back the cannons from destroying the cart, but not both. I know it’s extremely dangerous, but if someone can deal with the fire mage and the cannons I”.. Fire bore through Bleuenn’s shield, weakening it for the next volley of cannon fire. Creating another dome behind the first one the domes shook as ice fell from them though she was able to defend the group for a moment longer. However, her ragged breathing and trembling hands showed that holding two spells at once was extremely taxing on her.

Impressive, but that was your last warning. Keep talking and will see how long you witch holds out till she pops. We have no bones about another dead eldritch in fact it's rather it heroic of us don't you think”? Laughter roared out from the attacks as Bleuenn looked to the group huffing, ready to open and do her best to support them if they wished to fight. If not the young witch feared that her goals and life would end here.

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Post by Daiko Sat Jul 24, 2021 4:35 pm

… Wait, hold up- that new, pink girl with black-red eyes was a succubus?! Now, even Daiko was feeling at unease… he had read about those before. They were, like, demons who nourished from intercourse, and surely Daiko would’ve known a bit more if not for the illustrated drawings in the book back then… those shriveled up bodies prevented him from sleeping for a whole week.

He was understandably afraid at first, but then he realized that she might’ve been a Vyldermire-like regional subspecies of succubus! And who knew; given her cooperative attitude, maybe succubi weren’t as douche as those he read about back then… at least not here. It seemed that he was in the clear.

Then the bluey man suddenly asked him with anger in his voice if he was an Eldritch himself, which Daiko wasn’t ready to even process for an answer. “W-Wha- what even is an Eldritch, though?!” If Bleuenn was an Eldritch, then Daiko’s own logical conclusion would be that people who resembled her were Eldritch too… but that was if said term ‘Eldritch’ meant some kind of race. Gummy girl was also an Eldritch, though, so… what exactly was an Eldritch?

“Oh, you mean like a Mage? ‘Cause I do have Magic, but does that count?”

He felt that it was safe enough to ask the blue-haired male, just in case if he got things mixed up. The falconer even glanced over to the ginger-haired dude with the pretty hat, wondering if he was an Eldritch too. He should’ve asked Kura about these things before, but… he had no knowledge of the term before now, so it was impossible.

Oh well, no matter what these people were, they seemed like such a fun gang! Although, the full weight of the situation would hit Daiko once Bleuenn grabbed his and the others’ attention with a glacial megaphone, raising her voice as she reminded them of the casualties having led up to their involvement. Truly, it had gone over Daiko’s head, but could you blame him? He had yet to really catch up to these new things, this new geography, areas, cultures, and the news! Up until now, he had been keeping such a low profile that it was a godsend for him to stumble upon the flyer calling for arms and strength to transport the wagons deep in the woods near Auntie’s home. And, since he had caught up to the fact that he was located in the north-eastern part of Vyldermire – at least for now – he still wanted to keep a low profile on his Otherworlder status… but still…

He had been a regular quester back in Fiore. It wasn’t that different, and his ignorance was really a mockery to those who had fallen before. If his Guild Mistress had watched him now, surely she would’ve been displeased with his lack of resolve… but there was still time for redemption, by which he made his inner promise; not a single one of them would be killed by this!

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“Hey, wait a second… you seem so friendly, I don’t get it! I read about succubi back in- b-before, but I thought that they were dangerous and very sneaky. Maybe I read the wrong book, or maybe the author had issues with you- urrghhh, I gotta read some more books sometime!” he began opening up to Trishna as he approached her on their merry way to Newdale, grateful to Bleuenn’s shoveling of the snow laying in their path with her cryokinetic prowess. He was even ruffling his own hair, trying to keep his brain from bouncing all over the place; he didn’t want to come off as that ignorant or oblivious, but at the same time, he was just so curious and wanted to know more!

Upon Bleuenn’s question, Daiko peeked up in the air where Coda was flapping her wings in one place violently, which meant- cannon ball!!!

Before he even stepped up, Bleuenn had raised a dome of ice to block one of the cannonballs from hitting them, but they came with such force that it still cracked a part of the dome. In all honesty, Daiko imagined that the rebels would be using less powerful weaponry, but this was heavy. He could even hear the footsteps outside, coming from a larger number of people than expected. This would’ve been when Daiko supported Bleu with a dome of fire, before he would dig through the ground, dig up near the gunners and take them out in waves of blazing infernos, but he wasn’t able to do any of that right now.

He possessed Poison Magic, so he would have to do with that. Luckily, he knew how annoying cleaning a dirty chimney could be, so he planned to use a similar thing against the enemies outside. “Bleu! If you can, spawn an ice tube that connects to outside…!” Upon his request being met, he grabbed the tube and breathed in deeply, ever so deeply until he could sense the sparking release of Magic merging with the air in his lungs, creating thick, concentrated dust clouds of dark-yellow, evil energy.

Then, he blew straight into the tube, and his birdy Coda decided to fly away, fearing that the Fire Magic threatening the ice dome would do something with the air currents that would screw her over. Lucky for her; the tubes stuck up from the ground outside and released the poisonous gasses, which quickly began their work on the gunners and those with the two cannons up on the hills. While Daiko emptied his lungs, revealing ambient magic light escaping his body, the poison clawed into their skin, down their air tubes and wherever it could get to cause their skin to burn and crack, their breath to weaken, their airways to tighten and their orifices to bleed a little. Some even began screaming, seeing distorted hallucinations. It came in a wave that affected people gradually, and the Fire Mage outside noticed the effect heading down the hill and towards him. In an act of resistance, he would aim his fire towards it to cause the rising air currents to push it away, and while Coda decided to risk it and try to bask the wings back, her wings weren’t as strong as those blazes.

The ice dome would be spared from the fire, for now. Daiko wasn’t totally able to affect everyone yet, but a huge trunk would be easy to deal with now, and he felt like a D-Rank Mage trying to use a high-level spell for the first time. Cut him some slack…

“O-Okay, most of them are weak now!” he warned the rest before charging outside through an opening on the ice dome. The poison gases were neutralized by a sudden glim radiating around Daiko’s skin, the first thing that he managed to train himself to do with these spells.

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Post by wes Thu Jul 29, 2021 8:12 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
He couldn’t help but continue to smile as he hopped onto the back of the cart, blue eyes narrowing down on whatever random patch of snow was before him like it had done him dirty. The godforsaken spell tag Emi had placed had managed to cool off his temper. But he hadn’t appreciated it being against his own will. Made to feel things he didn’t want to, he felt… violated. Though the fault very much lay in himself and his stupidly curious nature. Smoke billowed from his nose from another long drag. As useful as it could be, sometimes magic could go get–

“What? What is it?” he didn’t turn to Kiigan, for as pleasantly annoyed as he was the ginger wasn’t about to let the angel view the full spectrum of his circumstance. It was embarrassing. The red of his cheeks had yet to vanish and the last thing he wanted was someone else bringing it up in some future – earlier outburst aside. Whatever he wanted to say, Wes would listen. He just wouldn’t face him at the moment.

It was then that Bleu’s loud voice cut through the relative calm of the trail, and he thought he could hear her explaining the lumber situation moments later. Regurgitation of information was something he’d never particularly enjoyed, much less when it was directed at him over something he was very much aware of. He’d made sure both of his companions were informed, though how much they retained was well beyond him.

Crossing his legs and arms, he’d lean back as the cart continued to move.

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Wes jolted to attention at the sound of cannon fire and recoiled further into the logs when the cannonball hit the ice wall, “What the fuck!? Kiigan–” his head whipped over to the angel in what could only be described as a mix of concern and startlement. He’d jump off the cart then, turning towards or approaching wherever the taller, blue-haired one of the trio was with hurry. Whatever the big bad was talking about he didn’t care. Bad guy monologues weren’t exactly his thing to begin with, plus the situation at hand was pretty straightforward from the get-go. He observed predicament around them in an attempt to form some sort of plan. They were surrounded and, by the looks of it, seemed like they were in for a ride.

“Kiigan,” he repeated, slapping his hands on the taller man’s arms with a squeeze and look of determination. “West. Up to the big guy with the halberd – we gotta stop the cannons,” if they could get through the gunners first that is. He cursed he didn’t have a gun of his own at this moment, especially due to their leader wearing full plate armor. Not that flintlock would do much for one person, but it was still a nice go-to just in case. He also entertained the idea of Kiigan using his angelness to fly but given the gunners and the blueberry man’s inclination to keeping said angelness a secret, he discarded the thought. “I have an idea, but we gotta make it first,” he let go then, rapidly making his way to the front of the cart once more. Wes would look back, gesturing that he needed the angel at his side. “You heard me, right? With me.”

It seemed he’d be talking to the thief sooner more so than later. Bearing a more than serious expression, he slapped his hands on the mint-haired thief’s shoulders, “Emi. You’re coming with us up to the cannons. Make ‘em laugh like you did to me. Distract them if you have to. If we manage this, then Bleu should be able to do more for us.”

“You,” he addressed Trishna next, brows furrowing at the realization that the lumberjacks were nowhere to be found. If anything, they could’ve made a good distraction against the onslaught. The loss of the potential fodder in face of everything turned him a bit sour. “Turn them against each other, whatever it is you do. Drive them off doing… whatever it is you did earlier. Try to keep them off Bleu and from damaging the shield further if you can. Do as she says.”

In the meantime, Daiko had already been working his magic and Wes found that he appreciated the boy’s quick reaction. His ability painted a terrifying picture in the battlefield, but dammit did it work in their favor. And before the mob boss could open his mouth to tell him anything, Daiko was well on his way out. So, seeing no other option, he turned to the struggling ice witch delivering a nod coupled with a “hold on” before moving out.

For the sake of everything, he really did hope she could hold out long enough.

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Wes always moved quick, quicker than most at least. Even as he darted through the field, boots and snow hampering his movement, his mobility was evident. Thankfully, Daiko’s poison made it easier for the small man to maneuver and dodge around those still affected by it. Those that weren’t fully affected would find themselves being tripped up, using their own momentum against them as he dodged incoming swings, swipes or jabs – weapons being either knocked from their hands, used against them, or redirected against each other.

A few tears were evident on his clothes from near-misses, and he could feel a slight burn and itch in the areas where his skin had gotten poked, cut or sliced. It wasn’t until something grazed his leg and a whirr right above his head that there was a moment of pause. His eyes widened as his hat flew off behind him and he felt the bullet break through cloth and slice through the skin of his calve. He cursed, instinctively grabbing for one of his daggers and jamming it through an incoming axe wielder’s stomach.

Stepping in close, the axe awkwardly embedded itself onto the redhead’s shoulder blade due to the sudden proximity. While it didn’t hit with the entirety of its original power, Wes still hissed as the pain shot through him. He pushed the axe wielder forward as another round of bullets went off, peppering his now human shield. The man dropped to the snow and the same dagger was sent flying towards the chest of a gunner who had just finished reloading. Taking the opportunity to run at him and grab the loaded weapon for himself, he’d shoot a different nearby gunner before throwing the gun full force at someone else's face. It bonked them with a loud thunk.
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