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>>2126056

It is with this thought you pull yourself to your feet, taking in more air through your teeth than a drowning man in his last moments as the pain in your chest begins racing around from your waist to shoulders and back again. A quick glance at the mirror shows you that your name is more fitting than ever, with bruising colouring you all over; between the spots of pale white your skin is stained with blotches of black purple that make you look like some serving wench or camp follower who’d met with a particularly nasty customer.

It’s with a limp you begin making your way to the wagon’s opening; noticing that although the couch on which you slept had been righted - not much else was restored to working order. In fact, the wagon cabin is more of a ruin than a dwelling, multiple signs of fire damage nestle in between the ruckus that happened.

In Mido.

The dreamless sleep that you were emerging from feels like a world away as you work your way to the opening with the realization of what today is at the forefront of your mind, it’s going to be difficult. In fact even knowing what you’re walking into out there is enough to make you consider fleeing for the first time in your life - but you can’t do that… Not now.

Luc needs you today, one last time.

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>>2126058

When you look outside what you see is something of a dream, a small clearing in fall has been turned into a veritable mausoleum. A small pyramid of smooth grey stone has been risen up and adorned with lines of red that could be ruby to your untrained eyes. In fact, the little touches like integrating small berry bushes around the base and the boughs of nearby trees holding bright white lanterns physically cause the breath to catch in your throat.

“Vernon can be such a sveetheart sometimes huh.” Honamurei mutter conspiratorially from behind you. “Each of those vhite lights… he says zey can never be moved or altered, vhich goes for the pyramid too.”

“But won’t someone rob his grave.” You mutter, trying to temper expectations slightly,

“Vith ze vards I vitnessed him cast. No vay. Zoes Orbs let him know vhat is going on here at any time, like some kind of beacon.” She smiles, “Ve can come visit vhenever.”

“It’s time.” Lex interrupts from ahead, not even looking up from the stone slab he has called from the ground. You can just see the top of Luc’s hair and the tips of his toes.

“Ok.” You answer.

For the rest of your life you will hold on to the fact that you did your utmost to observe the funeral rites of Luc with rapt focus; but every second you stood silently with Hona’s hand on your own in that clearing is nothing but a blur. Lexington did everything to ensure the best possible divine favour from Octavius; Minerva’s brother and God of both of Luc’s parents.

The funeral is given in Ghenrisian, no women speak, the fires are all red and it is given at dawn. The burning is done via the conjuration of Lava, poured into an opening through the top of the pyramid by Vernon Lexington. Honamurei is the only one there to support you when your legs begin to tremble or feel your hand begin to shake.

A slight smile plays on her face as she coos into your hair and breath in her scent. But the tomb is sealed and the book of life for Luc De Matthieu-Remy is closed forevermore. A tragically short life brought to an end untimely, but honoured with as much respect and reverence as a King.

It is not enough to erase the blood on your hands.

But the ache dulls slightly as you all raise teacups to your lips in memory of the best brewer you will ever meet.

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>>2126061

The first sight of the Academy is simply a spire rising on the horizon, the polished metal tower that points up to the heavens seeming to ripple and dance in the early morning drizzle as the wheels of your wagon drag your party forward at a snail’s pace. For the first time you notice how quiet the wagon is, as the sound of a forest in Fall accompanies the next few hours of seemingly insignificant travel really brings that silence to the fore of your mind.

Neither of your companions seem particularly inclined to break the natural soundtrack, lost in their own grieving, memory or simply pondering on what lies ahead in the Academy. Now isn’t the time to bother them however, now is simply the time to look at the brilliant white walls with wonderment. Now is the time to stare at the brilliant blue steel gates as they slowly part revealing a bustling metropolis. Every face is as agape with wonder at yours as you see a fully formed inquisition garrison arrayed at the side of the entrance plaza; the shining white armour and equipment seemingly the closest contrast to the explosion of colour around them.

Stores of trade goods, silk to wool to steel to jewels all share space here; strange designed stores with exterior stairs leading to semi-enclosed semi-open, stall cum storefronts that are heaving with uniformed students with different coloured caped and visitors ranging from barbarian to noble.

The slight sound of musical notes hang over the crowd's incessant joy as laughs and shrieks of children wrestle with the countless performers who dance,sing and play on the street corners. A trio of centaurs test the grip on a weapon stores’ Battleaxe and share conversation with a Si-Shanti. To your left A hobbit kisses an Orc on the cheek as he dons a butcher’s apron and chef hat on the way out the door.

Honamurei is audibly Oohing and Ahhing at the sparkling city of colour. She may not notice the coy smile that Lex is turning in your direction, but you do - a slight bit of shame colours your cheeks and you manage to restrain your reactions.

But as you turn towards the mighty silver, shining pillar that is reflecting light all across the many streets of Academy City; you think you’re going to like it here.

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>>2126067

You hate it here. This cramped office where the excitable lady dressed like maid burdened you with sixteen folders of paperwork is now your vision of purgatory. In fact, whilst you consider yourself dutiful and diligent, something about having to recount details of every magical or martial encounter you’ve experienced is unsettling. You feel naked, as well as inept due to being unable to fill out whole swathes of the first folder’s necessary fields.

Honamurei has toiled beside you as best as is able, but your lover was in a foul mood from the minute her quill touched paper, cating the space with a colourful selection of curses in both of her languages. It’s distracting, even if amusing. Eventually Lexington excused himself from the tiny room citing errands that needed running, leaving just the two of you to work away in the silence.

Your torturer came back, apparently eighty minutes later with a sweet roll and a drink of fruit juice for each of you. The slight smell of rum coming off her cup was unmistakable and the fingers on your non writing hand twitched at the lack of sharing. “My name is Bella.” She said, looking a lot less flustered than your first encounter, “Sorry for throwing the paperwork at you and leaving but it’s a busy day for me.” Her smile is so warm that it distracts you from the black and white bars that demand your attention, “I’ll be your dorm keeper…” She tries and fails to subtly glance at the back of her ink stained hand; revealing a set of horns.”Purps! Unfortunately your friend Li-”

“Hona,” You cut in, desperately not wanting to deal with that fiasco.

“Hona will be under Miranda.” Bella finishes, the woman take a loooong drag of rum.

“So ve vont be-” Hona begins, a slight shake in her voice.

“Ahhhhh,” Bella exhales before regaining her posture, “No you’ll be in seperate wings. It’ll be good for you two!”

“Bu-” Hona begins,

“We don’t-” You try to protest.

“Oh! Got to run! I’ll see you two girls for fitting tomorrow morning! Buhbye!” In a black and white blur she’s gone. The candles within flickering as the heavyset woman moves like a cat from water.

In her wake is only an awkward silence. Honamurei looks furious, whilst the prospect of being away from her sends ice down your back; after all, you only really feel normal around her. Surprisingly, she tries to lighten the mood - “Oh you’re at ze end too!” She flips several of her unfinished stacks over, pretending she was at the same form you were; “Vhat subjects are you going to choose?”

“Well, I was hoping Lex would be able to advise us, but it seems like this our own choice.” You monotone trying your utmost to smile. This is going to determine a whole year of your life, not exactly a small decision is it?

ANY COMBINATION OF THESE 2:

> Martial

> Magic

> Crafting

> History & Statecraft

> Survival

> Medicine

> Economics

> Survival & Beastiary

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Just re-read.

Survival on it's should not be an option.

Sorry guys.

>>2126074
>Martial
>Survival and beastiary

>>2126074

> History & Statecraft

> Medicine

We live in a big complicated world, and get into fights pretty often.

>>2126074
>Martial
Survival

Y do you not want to kearn how to fight better?
Its like one of the only thing we can do
And we die enguh times as it is

>>2126128
> Survival & Beastiary
Since we fight alot of things>>2126118
Wich is y we should learn how to kill better

>>2126074
>> Martial
>> Crafting

>>2126074
>Martial
>Survival and Beastiary

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>>2126181
>>2126141
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>>2126128
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>>2126104

Martial
4
Survival & Beastiary
3
Crafting
1
History & Statecraft
1

Writing.

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>>2126181
>>2126141
>>2126133
>>2126128
>>2126118
>>2126113

With a pair of crosses you seal away your future for a year.Agreeing to push your martial prowess into a hopefully guarenteed pass first of all, but the second choice is a little more difficult a choice. You try to ignore the conspicuous glances thrown your way by Hona and focus, this isn't about what she wants you to pick it's about what you want you to pick.

So you take Survival and beastiary; thinking of Balthazaar, the Wolf Men at Rono Pass and the many varied monsters and creatures that stalk the world. Nevermind the many hostile environments, North to South there are countless ways to die simply due to ignorance of the terrain.

"Okay. I'm done." You announce feeling the papers yanked from your hands as Hona's eye begins pouring over the documentation.

"Ve both took martial! So ve might be in same class for zat! But Ve vont be able to share the other." Even when she's pouting and sighing her sing-song voice is chipper.

"Well, we don't know how much time we'll have." You admit, regressing into your dead stare and voice. "What did you take Hona?"

"Oh, I took Martial and Magic!" She smiles, handing your documents back sheepishly.

"Magic?" You ask stunned, she had shown no affinity or inclination toward magic. "Why?"

"Vell, Lexington's teaching it right? Plus he's so ridiculously, strong! Vell, if I learn from him I'll be like - a hundred time better right!?"

Her enthusiasm is pretty damn infectious and you find your tension lessening slightly as you both begin arranging the scattered paper mountain into the respective folders so you can leave. "Right.."

Noon is fast approaching, since it has taken about two and a bit hours since you started filling out forms - your stomach is a bit empty. Though, you do have other concerns on your mind as you walk out of the backwater office space and into the bustling backstreet of The Academy.

> [WORRY] We should look into getting your eye fixed up

> [LUST] We don't know when we'll have the chance to sneak off together again

> [LOVE] I have enough gold for drink,dancing and dining?

> [FEAR] Wasn't Lex supposed to be back by now?

> Write-In

>>2126252
>> [LUST] We don't know when we'll have the chance to sneak off together again

>>2126252

> [LOVE] I have enough gold for drink,dancing and dining?

>Luxuries
A nice way to mentally prepare for when the suffering hits

>>2126252
>> [WORRY] We should look into getting your eye fixed up

>>2126252
> [FEAR] Wasn't Lex supposed to be back by now?

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>>2126265
>>2126259
>>2126258
>>2126256

4 way tie.

>>2126252
>> [WORRY] We should look into getting your eye fixed up

>>2126266
>>2126265
>>2126259
>>2126258
>>2126256
>>2126281

Re-tied.

>>2126285
Rip

>>2126252
>Fear

>>2126293
>>2126290
>>2126266
>>2126265
>>2126259
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>>2126281

If it's not un tied by time i finish doggo walking im rolling.

>>2126252

> [LOVE] I have enough gold for drink,dancing and dining?
Breaking the tie
Lust can come back latter

>>2126301
>Says he’s breaking the tie
>Makes it a 3-way tie instead
God bless.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

1
Worry
2
Fear
3
Love

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>>2126326
>>2126301
>>2126293
>>2126290
>>2126266
>>2126265
>>2126258
>>2126256
>>2126281

As you step out onto the street and begin walking just for the sake of walking, your arms finds itself intertwined with Honamurei's. Her head sort of leans in against your forearm and the picturesque moment of the city opening up before you two allows you a moment of contentment that causes your hair to float and glow a shimmer of gold.

It's a fleeting sensation though as an intrusive thought worms it's way to the forefront of your mind, "Shouldn't Lexington have been back by now?" You ask your lover, causing her to put a finger on her lip and look up at the sky in thought.

"Um, he just vent to do errands. He didn't say he vas even coming back-" She deflates mid way through as she realises what you do, you have no idea where you're supposed to sleep tonight.

"Wanna go look for him?" You offer nudging Hona, "We could race."

"Don't leave so soon. I was hoping to catch up y'know?" A voice behind you demands attention, even with the semi-friendly question it sounds like you're being challenged or attacked.

> Ignore the voice

> You're here? _________ (Write-In who you think it is)

> I don't have time for whatever grudge this is

> Write-In

>>2126384
>> I don't have time for whatever grudge this is
>> Ignore the voice

>>2126384
> You're here? TOOORRRRNIIIIIINNNN!!

>>2126384
> You're here? _________ (Write-In who you think it is)

BEST
BOY
TORNIN

>>2126384
>> You're here? Tornin

>>2126384
>> You're here? Tornin
Ready to drop it like its hot

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>>2126469
>>2126405
>>2126404
>>2126394
>>2126393
>>2126386

You almost can't believe what you're hearing. Turning around you find yourself staring at the charming smile of Tornin; a fox man that you enjoyed a quite spirited rivalry with way back in Grinnsmon. "When I saw that old rickety wagon rolling into the Academy I just knew you'd be here." he offers his hand, managing to look self satisfied at hi own conclusion reaching. "And I see you brought Sarge too."

He completely disregards Hona and you can feel her cheeks and temper rising as you shake his hand in confusion, "How are you?"

"I'm doin' great. Enrolled here as the first step on that better life you suggested," is ears twitch, "It sure as helll beats the same old trees in the same old wilderness."

"Well yeah, this is on a whole different scale." You answer, keeping the ocnversation going more on instinct than any conscious thought, "What about your family?"

"Oh," He shrugs, "They were all for gettin' rid of me. Think I was causin' too much trouble even as a guard."

"That's too bad." You say with genuine sympathy. Whilst his father enjoyed you showing him up - the guard job would be a nice compromise between him going off on his own into the wild world and staying in the family business. Things rarely work out so neatly though, "How's the busienss?"

"Boomin' and Borin'. Pops is getting a little grey around the fur to keep going, probably going to retire and look for another mate soon." He scracthes and yawns before continuing, "Speaking of m-"

You hear an odd snarl and like a bolt of lightning released from the sky, a bolt of grey and gold streaks towards Tornin.

WHAM

Honamurei hooks Tornin right across the jaw and sends him sprialling and flying to a heap on the ground, he manages to dig his hands into the now cracked cobbles. You see small rivers of blood running up his wrists as his back hits the wall of the nearby building; surprisingly he pulls himself to his feet. His head looks to be swimming even as he makes an almost drunken attempt at a combat stance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIbysZvepSs

> Write-In

>>2126540
>Uhh...

>>2126540
>...

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>>2126579
>>2126551

You stand utterly dumbfounded as Honamurei starts advancing towards Tornin, he takes a decent jab at her chin but nobody can really compare to the troll's speed in battle, with a casual sidestep she grips his uniform in one hand and lifts him off the ground; "Now you vill listen. Purps is mine. You vill not ever dare-" The threat is made in a cold tone that is uncharacteristic of her, in fact her hunched shoulder and evil glare make her look like someone else entirely as the foxman just stares her down.

"If I wanted to - you couldn't stop me." He answer with a rogueish smile, as is typical Tornin refuses to backdown no matter the odds. Honestly, were you not currently paralysed by the fuckery on display right now that smile'd probably do it for you.

Hona snarls and draws back her fist again, eager to repeat her warning.

> [ANGER] Alright Hona what the fuck.

> [SHAME] Look we weren't even flirting. We were talking.

> [PRIDE] While I appreciate the gesture, Tornin's a friend

> [LUST] Surely you can share?

> [CRUELTY] Enjoy the show

> Write-In

>>2126692
> [SHAME] Look we weren't even flirting. We were talking.

>>2126692
"Hona, come on, calm down. He's an okay guy, but he's not THAT okay for me to think that."

>>2126692
>> [LUST] Surely you can share?

>>2126692
> [ANGER] Alright Hona what the fuck.
Not ok
Also now you gone and made this a contest to him

>>2126692
> [ANGER] Alright Hona what the fuck.

>>2126819
>>2126806
>>2126727
>>2126709
>>2126701

Gimme 1d20 best of 3 boys.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2126934

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2126934

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2126934
Check 'em

>>2126944
>>2126940
>>2126938

19 for diplomacy. Called & Writing.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2126934
Nat 1

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>>2126944
>>2126940
>>2126938
>>2127046

Alright, you've had enough of whatever this bullshit is. Without even thinking you move alongside Hona and grab her forearm above the wrist with you good hand; wincing as your stomach protests at the exertion to stop her punch. As you see surprise across Tornin's and Hona's face yougrip tight and pull her away from the foxman who slumps to the ground behind you.

"Honamurei, what the fuck." you demand placing your hand on your hip and approaching her. Her face is nothing like that you've seen, even in her fits of fury in battle you've never seen such ugliness in her. "Tornin's okay, but he's not okay enough for me to think about that-"

"It doesn't matter vhat you think you're my mate-" She growls physically trying to get past you, a sound behind you is the only clue to Tornin's rising you get.

"It does matter what I think." You warn, giving her the full weight of your glare, "I don't know-"

"But-" You see the power run away from her like water in her hands, "But- you said-" She begins switching tongue and her eyes begin to wet themselves as something inside her seems to try and come to terms with the situation. "I-gottago." She eventually blurts out sprinting off into the crowd.

You barely have time to react, nor could you catch her regardless. She's off at top speed; causing enough blowback on her start that your legs shake and a grunt of pain comes to your mouth unbidden. Luckily for you Torning braces you, eeping you upright in the alleyway. "You guys have a weird fuckin' relationship don't you?"

"Shut up Tornin." You respond with a sigh, staring into the mainstreets in which she roughly ran toward. With a city this size, one that you're unfamiliar with to boot - no chance you're going to be able to track down your golden needle in this haystack.

> [ANGER] Tornin, we're hanging out now.

> [WORRY] I need to ask Lex about this

> [SHAME] Sorry for everything; now I'm going to get drunk enough to hopefully process this.

> [CURIOSITY] I'm going to look around, nice seeing you again.

> Write-In

>>2127156
>> [WORRY] I need to ask Lex about this

Troll instincts flaring up.

>>2127156
> [ANGER] Tornin, we're hanging out now.
> [SHAME] Sorry for everything; now I'm going to get drunk enough to hopefully process this.

Anger and shame seem perfect together

>>2127156
> [WORRY] I need to ask Lex about this

>>2127156
[ANGER] Tornin, we're hanging out now

>>2127295
>>2127199
>>2127170
>>2127164

Tie.

Revote quoting this post.

> Anger

> Worry

>>2127377
>Worry

>>2127377
>Anger

>>2127377
>Anger

>>2127390
>>2127387
>>2127382

Writing.

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>>2127390
>>2127387
>>2127382
>>2127295
>>2127199
>>2127170
>>2127164

"Well Tornin. We're spending some time catching up now." You declare, taking all of the choice out of the matter.

He grins and actually has the nerve to put his hand on yours, "Well sure. Maybe we could dance aga-"

With all the venom of a Pallripper you grab his jaw with your good hand and grip it tightly, "I know that in your head there's this competition over me. I am not some prize, I don't belong to Hona and you can't win me from her."

His eyes widen as your own eyes don't even show any fury or anger; your temper is a cold iron that you wield with no expression or indication of it's might. Were someone to look your way you'd probably look like you were examining his teeth; "So, if you want our relationship to be more cordial than rivals - we will spend time together as friends and you will cease any attempts at stealing me from my girlfriend. Do you understand?"

He nods in your grip and you limp along as Tornin slows his gangly stride to your pace, though he tries to break the tension; "So girlfriend huh? That wasn't a breakup then."

> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

> [CURISOITY] Why are you surprised I'm with Honamurei?

> [PRIDE] Ignoring that, where can we get some decent food.

> [GRIEF] Look, I've had a shit week. This is supposed to be a clean start

> Write-In

>>2127556
> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

>>2127556

> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

>>2127556
>> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

>>2127556

> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

>>2127556
>> [DETERMINATION] No, she's just been under a lot of stress

>>2127556
> [PRIDE] Ignoring that, where can we get some decent food.

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>>2127960
>>2127609
>>2127567
>>2127562
>>2127561
>>2128385

"Tornin, it wasn't a breakup. We've just been under a lot of stress lately." You say mororsely, staring in the window of some kind of baker shop. Every cake is topped with a variety of ices, green, blue, red; the amount of Congratulations cakes being sold must be enormous for them to produce so much.

"I can't imagine it's easy banging an emotionless murder machine, nevermind being maimed like a month ago." Tornin sagely notes, something on your face must spell out death as he quickly backpedals on his comment immediately; "I'm not really the guy to talk to for advice though." He looks at a small golden amulet shaped thing in his pocket for a moment; "Look, I got twenty minutes to kill there's a street vendor who does good roasted Vulpan a few streets down."

Ignoring the many varied delights of the Lamia's Liqourice selection, you follow his directions and find yourselves munching down on some almost black grill meat. The smiling Crocodilewoman; Crocwoman? Chatted to Tornin with some familiarity and looked forward to hearing all about his lessons.

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>>2128397

"So what are you taking in the Academy?" You ask around a mouthful as you both sit on the side of the street.

Tornin's tail seems to coil around himself at the question, as if he wants to retreat and make himself small; "You're going to laugh."

"Why would I laugh?" You say simply, trying to wipe grease off of your chin with a thin paper napkin.

"I'm taking Martial and Magic. Part of the conditions of my enrollment are that I take on extra tutelage on Economics in case I'm needed to take over the business." Tornin takes a long drink of his watered down ale, looking anywhere but at you. Honestly rather than embaressed, he just looks kind of annoyed.

"Why would I laugh at that? It's not funny just sounds annoying." You conclude, crunching a bone for punctuation.

"Thought you would rub it in my face, y'know?" Tornin admits. "Guess you're not as much of a bitch as I thought." He smirks, hoping to get a rise out of you.

"I'm much more of a bitch than you thought; the fact is I only rub things in your face when you actually give me competition." Torning laughs, as if you're making a joke. You don't correct him of the notion because aside from the rapidly bruising jaw - you think he's been needing to blow off some steam for a while.

"I gotta run and catch up with a guy who's waiting on a package from the guild." Tornin stands up and dusts himself off as best as he can, he looks like he wants to say something but starts walking off like this lunch was a regular thing you do. He waves over his shoulder with one hand an in lieu of goodbye simply says; "Take care of yerself Purps."

"You too." You mutter.

Sadly with his departure you are left only with the concerns and obligations you'd been ignoring. Also, now that he's gone you can stop acting tough and admit that sitting like this really fucking hurts your ribs. You should really get some things done, time is ticking away.

> Try and Find Hona

> Try and Find Lex

> Wander

> You think you feel a Temple around here

> Write-In

>>2128398
>> You think you feel a Temple around here
>> Write-In
Go and take a nap.

>>2128398
>Try and find Lex

>>2128398
> You think you feel a Temple around here
Dammit hona, use your words! Torin is more of a pet than a love interest.

>>2128398
>> You think you feel a Temple around here

>>2128398
Oof

>>2128398
> You think you feel a Temple around here
Time to prya

Also his more of a stray that we know

I don't think Hona is going to enjoy this place with being separated from us and sharing classes with her perceived nemesis. Maybe we can leave after she gets her new eye.

>>2128493
We got to stay for the set amount of time
Im sure we can work it out
And people get along

>>2128503
Why do we got to stay?

>>2128511
So we can rest, recuperate, and become stronger.

>>2128516
Yeah but we can do that by having a beach episode then finding a nest of hydras to grind. It won't do to get tunnel vision, there is usually more than one way forward. And it is nice to think of other people sometimes.

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I'm back.

Totally wasn't watching Justice League Unlimited Christmas special whilst eating pizza.

Looks like we're going to Praise the Sun.

>>2128520
We've also agreed to meet someone here and it's one of the few places that are free from the Republic vs. Rebels shittery

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Now that you're alone you can start getting the feel for the city, feeling the many currents and flows of the populace all movin in one in the way that larger towns do.

A slight sensation behind your eyes, almost like putting a steaming hot towel on skin has been occupying the back of your mind since you got here. Since you have nothing else to do, you follow it away from the main thoroughfaire and West. Whilst you continue to progress further into the city and closer to the classrooms and grounds at the centrepoint of the metropolis, the sensation leads you to turn off the central road and into a small gated community.

The two inquisition garissonmen give you polite waves as you go through. A smalle gesture you return warily, eyeing the halberd and gun close to hand. Beyond them, row upon row of elaborate buildings in various architectural styles and colourings. The materials making up a veritable rianbow of colour and absense of colour as each of them mark out their patron; Gine, Meridas, Gal, Io, Keil, Wu.

A divine who's who, across multiple pantheons. Each God or Godess standing shoulder to shoulder with friend and foe in the gated culdesac. Your eyes are drawn to the white sandstone building, the afternoon sunlight seeming to shine stronger upon it than the surrounding structures. Like a moth to flame you enter it; each step upon the worn and well travelled tiles lessening the phyiscal strain on your body.

First you feel the limp in your leg lessen, then disapear completely.
Then your arm's pain lessens to the point the makeshift sling feels wholly unecesarry.
Finally, your chest stops aching and sending knives through you with every breath; instead a fire filling you as spectral wings form behind your back.

You glow, as your Zen form completely overtakes you. A slight smile on your lips as your body and mind accept the welcome releif from the burdens of the present and past.

One more thing to thank Minerva for, but you haven't prayed since...

Yeah it's been a while.

Standing before the altar, an statue of a smiling woman with flames for hands bids you to kneel without movement or sound. You obey and find yourself hesitating on what to say.

> [WORRY] Hey Minerva, You've been quiet. How are you coping?

> [SHAME] Sorry for not praying more, thanks for relieving the pain.

> [PRIDE] Good Afternoon Minerva, Blessed be your light. Is there anything I can do for you?

> Write-In a prayer

>>2128567
>> [WORRY] Hey Minerva, You've been quiet. How are you coping?
Minerva's a friend. We care for her.

>>2128567
> [SHAME] Sorry for not praying more, thanks for relieving the pain.

>>2128567
>> [WORRY] Hey Minerva, You've been quiet. How are you coping?

>>2128567
> [SHAME] Sorry for not praying more, thanks for relieving the pain.

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Giving it until 22:45 then im rolling to break the tie.

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>> [SHAME] Sorry for not praying more, thanks for relieving the pain.

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Writing.

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Hello Minerva. I'm sorry I haven't prayed as much lately. I've... not been feeling very conservational.

You take a moment to look up at the intricacies of the Minervan statue's carving. The wavy beauty of the hand wrought craftsmanships on the flamehands is enchanting and helps you focus on the small fire within you.

Minerva, thank you for relieving the pain in this short window of relief, thank you for aiding me against the dragon. Thank you... for everything. Having you by my side since Grinnsmon has made the weight of the battles I've fought much more bearable. In all honesty, having your voice and spirirt within me... has been invaluable. So I hope I've done you proud.

You feel the touch of Minerva in your mind, fainter than all the other occasions you've spoken - but it is there nonetheless.

Purps, my friend. You never have to thank me for anything. Your companionship is as appreciated as mine is to you.

You can't help but smile at her praise, a short fleeting reaction she picks up on. You are really too kind to be Minerva.

The voice in your head is almost maternal when it corrects you, the ethereal whisper managing to hold a sense of curt authority; You smiling once again is enough thanks and payment for my aid, relax and enjoy this new start.

But everything that happened is-

The fire within you burns bright as Minerva preempts your self inflicted guilt trip, It is not your fault what happened with Luc. Nor what happened with Honamurei. This self flagellation is uncouth and unwarranted - should you keep it up I will come to your dreamscape and slap some snese into you.

For some reason this causes you to smile warmly, despite the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. You don't know what is going on with your emotions right now, but your Godess laughs with you; I am glad that having someone talk some sense into you is allowing you to vent. But since you don't like others seeing your vulnerability you should cork this dam of emotion.

Wait what do you mean Minerv-

You have company. We'll talk soon. Minerva vows her presensce in your mind fading.

"Uh, are you okay?" A female voice asks. turning around and adopting your instinctive blank face; you behold a blonde woman entering the temple. On her back is a greatsword inlaid with pulsing black runes that make your head spin upon percieving them - the warrior woman's kind features are welcomign and soft.

> [PRIDE] I am fine. I get quite emotional when praying.

> [SHAME] Sorry for bothering you - had a bad day

> [GRATITUDE] thanks for the concern, but I'm okay.

> Write-In

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> [GRATITUDE] thanks for the concern, but I'm okay.

>>2128728
>> [SHAME] Sorry for bothering you - had a bad day

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The typos.

Fuck me my hands are moving faster than they should be.

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> [GRATITUDE] thanks for the concern, but I'm okay
Who are you?

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>> [GRATITUDE] thanks for the concern, but I'm okay.

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> [GRATITUDE] thanks for the concern, but I'm okay.

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Staring at the newcomer you offer her a slight smile while patting yourself down for dust and dirt that clearly isn't there; "Thanks for the concern stranger, but I'm okay."

The blonde warrior visibly relaxes at that, "Ah I've done it again haven't I?" She laughs and fidgets with the hilt on her greatsword - "Sorry everyone says I stick my nose where it doesn't belong."

"Well I'm not complaining; it was very kind of you to try and help." You compose yourself as best you can, but your eyes must be red from whatever outpouring of emotion Minerva forced out of you.

"You're sure there's nobody I can like, beat up for it?" She offers, giving you a hopeful smile. "I'm not good at talking or giving advice; but I'm really tough."

You fake a laugh and place your hand out to be shaken, "No. But I really am grateful. What was your name?"

She shakes it with a firm grip; you don't think she means to go for the hand crush but soon you're gripping back just as hard. Like a snake her grip tightens, leading to the most miniscule escalation of force seen on the continent as neither of you lets up. "I'm Jo Barnedias! My family have been the mayors of Marioburg for like - Six generations."

"Well Jo, I'm Purps." You gingerly lessen your grip and both of you extract yourselves, "I'm... well I don't know what I am but I'm going into first year."

"Me too! Hopefully we share a dorm; I've been worried that some of the illegals would be in my dorm; but a fellow Minervite would be welcome!" She positively beams at the news and honestly, it's nice to have another woman of similar height to you for once. Even if she is stockier than a tower shield as opposed to your runners build; it's nice having a tall gal pal.

"The term is Minervan Jo." You correct sheepishly.

"Gosh Darn it, I never get that right." She huffs

> [CURIOSITY] What do you mean Illegals?

> [PRIDE] I'd be happy to dorm with you, enjoy your praying! I gotta run!

> [DETERMINATION] I look forward to sparring sometime, Jo. Have a good prayer!

> [SHAME] Sorry for correcting you; I take my faith a bit seriously.

> Write-In

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> [CURIOSITY] What do you mean Illegals?

>>2128928
> [CURIOSITY] What do you mean Illegals? And can we purge them

Time for some jolly cooperation? ?

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> people just realizing in discord purps is tall and hona is Smol.

Guys c'mon.

>>2129002
I mean she could have been like an emu

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Fucken wot

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Tall as birds that run relly fast
But cant fly
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emu_War

>>2129144
A fun anamal from the land down under

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I wasn't asking..

You know what, I'm too tired for this.

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You got it any ways

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You're about to step foor onto the temple culdesac again, but instead something in Jo's comment makes you pause. "What do you mean... illegals?"

"Oh, you really don't know much about this place do you?" Jo says, the look on her face does not sit well... It's like pity, excitement and happiness mixed together. You don't know her well enough to hazard a guess why, but you think she's just happy to be helpful - "This is a sanctuary. None of the laws outside apply here unless the Mayor and Headmaster implement them."

"Which means obvious things like no murder get implemented. But they allow a much less regulated society." You muse aloud, "Taxes and economics that don't have to follow Munisian or Cadalonian... Even the social law differences could be staggering."

"Yeah! They even allow illegal religions like Wu and-"

"Darna worship." You spit.

"Yeah! And we can't even lock them up or attack them! It's like they don't get that by allowing the cannibals to worship, we can't have our own religious freedom." Jo pouts but her eyes light up, "Thank goodness someone else understands what I'm worried about."

Despite growing frustration you manage to keep you straight face, "You were just worried about a cannibal sharing your room. That is natural." Stepping past her with a stiff back, Jo notices your discomfort.

"Hey don't worry, they told me no Darnite has studied here in like; eighty years." She shouts after you. Instead of responding you make a noncommital gesture over your shoulder and begin making your way out.

So lost are you in you're own thoughts you don't even register the familiar figure until you collide with her in plain view of the two inquisition guards. Both of you collide like hammers on an anvil, sending waves of agony throughout your body and leg as you fall on your ass.

You're not alone in your embarresment though; as the offender fell onto her ass too. As you stop wincing you take full notice of her; "Hey. Didn't expect to see ya here." She says in faux cheer full of hatred. "Prayin t'yer traitor Godess eh?"

[The Fist of Darna]'s eyes hold fury that you send right back. But an insquisition member begins helping each of you to your feet, the whit armour catching the sunlight as you feel yourself get very distant.

Maria....

Of.....

Darna....

"What's the matter. Not gonna attack a fellow student are ya?" She taunts, clueing in the guards that this is a less than amicable reunion.

> Write-In

>>2129624
Errr, I want to fight her but don't want to dissapoint the old man with getting kicked out already.
>whatwouldlucdo
>congratulate her for having the courage to attend this institution despite her handicap

>>2129624
>[PRIDE] - I'm sure you got enough of a beating the first time we met.

>>2129046
I also want to know how Hona is like an emu.

>>2129624
I see that your failled so hard last time you had to come here to learn how to both take and thow a puch.
The 2nd your not a stundent here il burn you and the rest of your shit group

>>2129624
And omg riming and fisting joke in there some place

>>2129651
Supporting.

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> Last update. Congrats for having the courage to attend the academy with your handicap (assuming this means the fact we Godzilla'd her babysitter?)

Clarifying that with blueanon before writing it though.

10 minutes until I presume that's what he meant.

>>2129726
I was meaning that being stupid and being born into a backwards savage culture is a handicap to making it in civilization, but whatever.

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Writing. Gotchu Blu.

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That she could have been tall and she rans very fast

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You manage to compose yourself, "I would never. In fact I just want to congratulate you, being brave enough to enroll despite... your handicap."

Her face twists in confusion, "Mi handicap?"

"You know, being born in such a backwards culture that you wrecthes actually worship via eating people." You manage a haughty giggle and half roll your eyes to the man placing a mailed forearm in front of you. To you satisfaction he supresses a smirk of his own.

Now Maria is enraged, her metal hands curling into fists; were it not for their transformation they'd probably be bleeding from the palms. "I mean, without your babysitter around I thought you'd run away and riddle yourself with more dieseases..."

"Dieseases?" She echoes.

"Because both your worshipping of every cock you come across and your cock of a god will have you as infected as a Priest of Keil." You clarify.

"You-you-villain!" She stammers, face as red as your eyes; which must be sparkling like twin rubies from the sheer thrill this cruelty is giving you. Both of you are being led off in seperate directions now, your armoured escorts trying to de-escalate the situation.

"Oh and by the way Maria." You shake your guard's grip easily and turn to face her, letting your pain fall ot the wayside so you can give he ra glint of your full murderous intent. The world seems to stop in it's tracks as something passes between you and Darna's Chosen. "The Moment You Are No Longer A Student, I Will Take Your Skull And Burn The Rest Of Your Vile Heathens To Ashes On The Wind."

With that promise of doom you are led back towards the market by your escort; the man doing his utmost to look stern and disaproving as his plate hand gently steers you via your shoulders.

> [PRIDE] I'm not sorry. Minervans should be fighting them at every turn.

> [CURIOSITY] So people don't raise a fuss about all these heretical temples?

> [GRATITUDE] Thank you for not clubbing me with your rifle

> [DETERMINATION] If you don't mind, I just need directions to the staff section. I'm looking for Doctor Lexington.

> Write-In

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>> [PRIDE] I'm not sorry. Minervans should be fighting them at every turn.
But, I also understand that you have a job to do.

>>2129950

> [PRIDE] I'm not sorry. Minervans should be fighting them at every turn.

>>2129950
> [PRIDE] that stuff you wrote
Also Jo mentioned that the rules in this place are specific to this place. This seems like a good time to clarify with Mr Guard what rules there are around antagonistic combat.

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>> [DETERMINATION] If you don't mind, I just need directions to the staff section. I'm looking for Doctor Lexington.

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Now I'm ACTUALLY going to sleep.

I was supposed to end with Jo walking into the temple. My general tiredness all day might explain the typos; that are only increasing now.

Night all.

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As you hold your tongue from any protestations, your clanking guardian gives you a telling off with all the enthusiasm of a barkeep before breakfast; "That kind of threatening and antagonistic behaviour between citizens or students is totally unacceptable and reprehensible." His monotone is a mirror of your own, "Whilst this incident will not be officially logged or punished; this is a rare ocassion of leniency that you should appreciate."

You look down at him, trying not to let the any problems you have with this situation show as you adress him - "I'm not sorry for what I did. True Minervans should be fighting them at every turn."

The man strokes his patchy beard and smiles, "I'm not saying you're wrong. The Inquisition is a Minervan organisation Miss; but you have to remember the bigger picture." He adjusts his long scarf in what appears to be a nervous habit.

Though you want to just backtrack and beat Maria's brains out, you look at your apparent eductaor with scepticism, "I don't see a bigger picture here. That woman is a murderer and a pyshcopath; on top of being absurdly powerful."

He sighs and lights a cigarette; guiding you off the path to the shadow of a business that either trades in pleasures of the flesh or massges. Judging by the moans of stress relief drifting out of the red tinted windows; "Look. The world is torn apart by this war. There's only two or three, known places where it can be escaped from." As he inhales you take one of your own stash of cigarettes out and join the tired gunner in his break silently. The two of you must look like old friends recieving bad news. Both of you hiding in the shadow of a whorehouse, you bearing a blank face and his eyes looking sunken & tired.

"The Academy, The Wildlands and Armageddon. One is an annual festival, the other is suicide and the third... Well the third might be the only reason the head honchos on both sides haven't done some crazy ritual to murder bloodlines or released a magical uncurable plague."

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You nod silenlty while you exhale a cloud of smoke, what he's saying makes a small modicum of sense. Lex has implied the Senator to be leagues above himself; considering it isn't hard to imagine Lex knowing how to reduce Cadalon to a crater... "I thought the reason was because the rebels wanted to rule upon victory and the Loyalists want to defend what they have."

He smiles, but it's insincere; "Kid I hope you believe that both sides are above total war - but they ain't. The Cadalonians had all their starborn genocided in the subjugation and the rebellion work with psychopaths, Darnites and worse. Even being Cadalonian or born in a loyalist town has the potnetial to get a child killed these days."

"Only if they run into an enemy." You counter, but it seemed he was expecting this as he offers up a hand for silence..

"Yeah. But the thing is about a civil war; not many large scale field battles with banners and shit." He frowns and looks up at the sky with a squint, "I gotta run back to post." He says eventually. His cigarette is crushed beneath his heel and hand extended a second later. "Nerrick."

"Purps." You shake firmly, but his grip is gentle; almost as if he didn't want to hurt you. "Don't be a stranger."

"I'll see you around." He assures you, "I'd be surprised if someone like you didn't get into some kinda trouble."

Unfortunately, before you can protest your innocence or even offer a comeback to his slight jab - Nerrick has turned and walked away. Returning polite greetings has his shining white mail parts the crowds like a boulder midstream.

> [WORRY] Should probably give Lex the heads up about Maria

> [FEAR] Maria wouldn't have went after the wagon would she?

> [LUST] ... I need a massage

> Wander [Random Encounter]

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> [WORRY] Should probably give Lex the heads up about Maria

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>wander

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>Wander

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>> Wander [Random Encounter]

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> Wander [Random Encounter]

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>worry

Rolled 12 (1d50)

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RANDOM ENCOUTNAH

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As you walk down the street, a small little shape draws your attention. A creature no bigger than your foot sailing across the street and down into the ground of a dark alley, a high pitched yelp and shuddering crunch following it into the darkness.

Peering around the edge of the house you were approaching into the narrow dank passage, your guard is firmly raised. The whimpering is not enough to dull your sense of caution, after all this world has thrown at you - an ambush would hardly be the least expected thing today. With all the haste of a hungover reveller, you pick your way through the derbis and detrius.

Trying to ignore the smell off urine that clings in the air, you see that one the vases has been shattered, with a small pool of blood pooling out of it's remains. What's obvious is that the whimpering is coming from the jagged pile of shards and when you move some of them aside with the back of your hand; a canine mouth snaps out at your hand in desperation.

As you yank back the hand far faster than the incoming attack; you're given your first look at the wounded creature. A tiny little ball of brown and orange fur, pretty much a fox cub. In fact that's exactly what you'd call it were it not for the Bird eyes and wings.

It tries to growl at you, but between the size of the gaping wound in it's chest and the vase pinning it to the ground. It poses less than no threat to you, but the thing is absolutely adorable. Also, in trouble.

You have no idea what would happen to a wounded little animal in a dank dingy alley in this city, but you doubt it'd be great.

> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

> [PRIDE] Help it out, but then it's on it's own

> [CURIOSITY] Try to work out what this thing is

> Write-In

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>> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

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>Pity

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>> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

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> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

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> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

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> [PITY] Hey little guy, you're coming with me

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> [DETERMINATION] put the poor deformed creature out of it's misery

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>> [CURIOSITY] Try to work out what this thing is

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Fell asleep. Writing now.

>>2131333
No, go back to bed! You have to be well rested tomorrow.

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Despite yourself you begin pulling pieces of pottery off the smalle creature, trying to adopt a soft reassuring tone while you do, it doesn't seem to be doing much good; as the creature tries to bite you every time your hand comes near it's throat or wound. The creature is defiant despite the obvious pain it is in, as the last long piece of ceramic is taken away; the little animal lunges at your hands to attack.

Capturing it is as easy as moving your hand down slightly to scoop it up midpounce, the shriek of confusion from the sudden ascent almost makes you lose concentration and giggle. But the animal's excitement at being up high distracts it also, fortunately this allows you to tear some of your sling from your bad arm and loop is over his mouth.

Though he protests while you tighten the not around his mouth, it sure beats him getting lucky and taking the tip of your finger off or something. His snout feels wet against your hand, so you run your fingers through the surprisingly clean and smooth fur between his ears. "Don't worry little guy, I got you." You remind him, tucking him into the front of your pack.

The little guy complains and you can feel the squirming on your pack; honestly it's distressing enough for you to drop your shoulder until your pack slides around to rest on your hip. Throughout this imprompteu manuever you wince and grunt in pain - but eventually your pack is now a handy sidesack, comeplete with furry buddy's head watching the world warily.

You're going to have to clean animal blood out of your pack after this though... Damnit.

> [WORRY] Okay, now who would know how to look after a... whatever you are.

> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.

> [DETERMINATION] Don't worry little guy. I can hide you and everything will be okay

> Write-In

>>2131667
> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.

Hopefully this time we don't touch the bandages that will kill people.

>>2131667
> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.

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> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.
I'll call you Luc!

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>>2131667
> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.
This is why I wanted us to take medicine class.

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>> [PRIDE] Let's get you to the wagon. I'll patch you up.

>>2131900
really? for this random reason?

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Making your way back to where you left the wagon takes the better part of an hour, doing your utmost to keep your new companion calm as he is immersed into a new world of people upon people all speaking at once. For someone so small it must be terrifying being a tiny blot in the crush down the streets of The Academy, everyone a giant as they all hustle on their own way.

All of the pained yelps lead you to believe to that the creature is trying to fly away from here, maybe his kind are scared of people? Maybe they belong out in the wild? Honestly not knowing anything of his species makes it a lot harder to guess what's going on in that brain of his.

As you hop into the wagon, you immediately note the unusual silence. Without Honamurei or Lex here... The place itself feels like it's in mourning, but other than a second of hesitation you don't give it too much thought. Stepping over the rubble and wreckage that has yet to be cleaned and entering your room; you make sure that the door is closed before you gently let out the animal onto the floor.

At first he simply stares at you with hackles raised, his fluffy tail and wings tcked behind him. You barely blink in return, waiting to catch him out whatever ill fated pounce he may attempt. Instead, he starts sniffing and exploring as the curiosity of a child takes hold. Watching the little guy explore your bed makes your mood a little lighter and you use the opportunity to sneak out of the room and secure the door behind you.

Thankfully, you now know which strips of cloth and reagents are used for Lex's dangerous experiment. A slight shiver runs down your spine as you recall the last time you looked for bandage materials here and the consquences there of.

But today, you return with disinfectant, clean water, some scraps of meat and the cleanest gauze money could buy. Only to find your new friend has worked his way to the very top of the bookcase, a solid nine feet off the ground for the tiny critter.

As you begin to ponder your strategy for getting him down, you double check the entrance just to make sure the door is closed. If you have to limp around the whole cabin chasing him, you doubt you'd catch him without hurting yourself again.

> [PRIDE] You know, I can climb too. Wall walk up and grab him

> [ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit

> [FRUSTRATION] Knock on the bookshelf, you can catch him easily.

> Write-In

>>2132081
> [ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit

>>2132081
> [ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit

>>2132081
>[ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit
Maybe we can call him Torin 2.0.

>>2132081
>> [ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit

>>2132081
> [ZEN] Lay out some food and wait. You can smoke for a bit

>>2132081

> [PRIDE] You know, I can climb too. Wall walk up and grab him

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Opting for the path of patience and calm, you lay out a small trail of food at the bottom of the bookcase, letting it lead all the way to the centre of the room. There, you lay out some water in a small bowl and line up the supplies for patching up your foxy friend.

With a slight hint of concern, you spark up your finger on your bad handand touch it to a cigarette. As you hold it with your good hand and put it to your mouth, your attention is drawn to your stalker on the bookshelf. His ears perked up as soon as you brought out the cigarette and he's watching the little white tube with adorable levels of concentration.

Sitting here and waiting for the trust levels to rise and the hunger in his little belly to drive him into your healing hands; you realise if he's sticking around... You'll need to name him.

Because creativity is your deifning characteristic of course.

>Write-Ins only

Pausing here for now, please let me know how Academy Arc is feeling thus far. I'll go with whatever name suggested feels best to me unless one gains overwhelming support. All feedback is appreciated.

>>2132344
>Hafo

(Like haw-foe in pronunciation)

>>2132344
>Fox

>>2132344
Luc

>>2132344
>Luc

You can't possible die AGAIN

>>2132344
This one because too soon >>2132355
Or fluffy

>>2132400
This

>>2132522
Because Purps is creatively bankrupt

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>>2132530

I know you're not trying to samefag. But that is the very worst posting I've seen in a while.

I bet you don't even make calls in CSGO you heathen.

>>2132558
Never ever.

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The little animal begins making it's way down from the bookshelf slowly, the cautious creature digging it's talon like claws into the wood and descending headfirst like a giant fluffy squirrel. Even now that it's caution fades, his head darts up to stare into your eyes with every third step.

Honestly, it's a marvel to see something navigate the world in a similar way to you without the advantage of an enigma or equipment. The sheer speed and grace that the creature displays even while injured is amazing and relative to it's size there's a great deal of power in the canine parts of it's body. Your heart is in your mouth when the little furry bastard detaches from the wood and plummets headfirst towards your first bit of meat; but by the time you're ready to act he's already bitten into the morsel and tore it clean in half with his momentum.

"Guess you're some inda ambush predator..." You murmur as he begins stalking and pouncing on the tidbits of meat, working his way closer and closer to you with every snack. By the time he's looking for the last piece, it's in your hand and waving it back and forth slightly off the ground.

He tenses, crawling along the ground with his claws retracted, practically slithering like a snake as he follows the meat's path with his eyes. At some signal unknowingly broadcast from his prey he leaps, with enough speed that if you were going to withdraw your hand it would require actual effort - but the hunk of meat is taken from your hand as the cub lands on it bodily and begins latching on to what he thinks is a jugular, scraping his talons down the dead flesh's flank in a sudden display of efficiency.

"Good boy, Fox." You find yourself murmuring. Feeling him clamp around your index finger only elicits a slight intake of air through your teeth. From the sharpness, but weakness of his teeth you reckon he's still very young. But his new position of gnawing on your finger lets you grasp him firmly by the tuft of his neck and lift him over to the disinfectant and water.

His little sad yelps and barks make it difficult, moreso than his feeble attempts at wiggling free; but the almost neon orange liquid is applied to a clean rag and ran over his wounds in almost no time at all. Then comes the binding, which in a normal person or animal would be easy to perform - but trying to wrap a tight binding around the back and sides of a creature that has wings where logical biology says he should not is difficult, time consuming and frustrating. The wriggling ceases at least, though that is replaced with another issue - "Fox" has just fallen asleep against your knee.

Though you are frustrated at the difficulties of his anatomy, you don't think you can fault the cub for making himself comfortable. Cutting off the last bit of necesarry gauze, reinforcing your rather adhoc vetinary work with a simple loop and knot. Not too bad if you say so yourself.

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>>2133395

Only update for today since I'm working.

To tide you over, I'll ask you all a question;

> What's been your favourite moment of Starborn so far? Including crossovers if you want.

>>2133397
The flash back to how we lost the magics and the death of the kids

Writing soon. Not sure how much or little we'll get through today.

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You spend the next hour teasing and talking to Fox, surprising yourself with the ease in which you take to the little sleeping ball of fur. In fact, were it now for how alive you felt whenever you and Hona... you'd say this is the most human you've felt. In a long time at the very least, just sitting on the floor stroking a new pet and talking about nothing to him.

However your tranquility is brutally cut down by a series of three knocks at the cabin door; which causes Fox to wake and bark out of instinct. "Good boy." You offer, scracthing under his chin.

As you stow him on your shoulder, the little fox nips his head forward and snatches the cigarette from your mouth with a grumbling noise you think is his version of laughter. Instead of tearing it apart, he just drops it to the ground making that odd noise while you navigate the tumultous footing around the living area.

Neither Fox's thievery nor the ease in which you hop over the mess is as surpising as the sight awaiting you when you look out. In a day of apparent callbacks, standing before you with a bright smile and a slightly lazy eye is Lucky the caravaneer. Stills porting his ridiculous giant blue hat, "Prevening Miss Firefly! Got a message for y'all from yer Pa!"

> [WORRY] How have you been? I thought you were taking a break!

> [CURIOSITY] How did you end up in Academy City anyway?

> [RELIEF] It's good to see you're better

> Write-In

>>2136162

> [RELIEF] It's good to see you're better

>>2136162
> [CURIOSITY] How did you end up in Academy City anyway?

>>2136162

> [RELIEF] It's good to see you're better

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>> [RELIEF] It's good to see you're better

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"By Minerva, it's really good to see you better Lucky, after uh-" Your energy trails off at the end, you were doing such a good job of speaking like a normal person as well. But your acquaintance and admirer doesn't seem to bat an eye at the social faux pas.

"After my ole man beat me like a circus mule?" He says the depressing fact plainly and loudly, "Yeah I went an took a solid two weeks off in Lumis!" He takes off his hat and whipes his head, "Aside from the bum eye and a heck of pain when it's cold out, I'm right as rain."

You sit yourself on the edge of the wagon bed and invite him to hop up alongside you, "For what it's worth. I'm sorry I never got payback for you on your father."

He scoffs at the idea and reclines slightly, watching Octavius setting on his left. "Nah it weren't yer battle t'fight. Your help was more than enough getting be to stand up to him. Even if ye didn't hit him none, you done helped me plenty."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were golding since apologising and he acknowledges your sigh with a slight nod, "Any adventures in Lumis?"

"Nah just a good doc friend and shootin' some guns. She an I made some drunken mistakes together just like ole times." He looks wistful at that. "Miss Honamurei and yourself alright?"

Your face grows troubled and it causes Lucky's brow to wrinkle, but you salvage the tone well enough, "Life's been difficult. But we've come through it together. Plus-"

It is at this moment Fox decides your conversation is boring and begins crawliing his way up the side of your face. "Well looky there. If that ain't the cutest little critter I ever did see!"

> [PRIDE] This is Fox. He seems to like me because I'm tall

> [LUST] Another girl and a fox are nicer looking than me now? I'm hurt Lucky

> [CURIOSITY] What was that message you had?

> [CONTENTMENT] It was really good catching up

> Write-In

>>2136312
>> [PRIDE] This is Fox. He seems to like me because I'm tall

>>2136312
>> [CURIOSITY] What was that message you had?

>>2136312
>Pride

>>2136312
> [PRIDE] This is Mr Fox. He seems to like me because I'm tall
Or maybe because we fed him and patted him and gave him a smoke.

>>2136312

> [LUST] Another girl and a fox are nicer looking than me now? I'm hurt Lucky

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"This little guy is called Fox." You say taking him off of your hair and holding him in both hands. After a slight bit of protestation he instead starts gnawing on your finger, "He's a climber. So he probably just likes me for my height."

"Well y'all are a pretty tall drink a water." Lucky agrees, reaching out before thinking best of it, "I wonder how he found himself in this city? From what I hear them hawkfox things only live way out in the wild." He looks at him intently, drawing more attention to his left eye's reduced effectiveness.

Lucky surmises his expert studying once fox decides this new giant is worth looking at; "I reckon this little guy is only a month or two old. Betcha he probably ain't even taken a wing."

"Huh. I would never have guessed. Has a lot of..." A nibble causes you to grimace for a second as his teeth perfectly catch under your nail. "Eagerness."

The both of you share a laugh as Fox manages to sneak into your sleeve and begin climbing up your arm; the sheer ridiculousness of a foxhead popping up between your breasts and out the front of your shirt feels like something you'd see in a raunchy theatre show. But Alas, someone shouts Lucky's name from across the yard and your time draws short - "It were good seeing ya again Miss firefly. But folks need their travel." He coughs awkwardly to clear his throat, "Old Lex said that he's in a tavern called The Deep Blue Bar."

"Okay..." You answer.

"He said y'all should get along as soon as ye can." Lucky shakes his head. "I'll se ya around; but don't you be fightin' no crazy wizards or bounty hunters without lettin me hear - alright?"

> [PRIDE] Implying I wouldn't handle them before I tell you?

> [CONTENTMENT] I'll keep you posted.

> [FRUSTRATION] Why does everyone keep telling me to stay safe

> [CURIOSITY] You fancy getting dinner sometime, once lessons have started?

> Write-In

>>2136753

> [PRIDE] Implying I wouldn't handle them before I tell you?

>>2136753
>> [PRIDE] Implying I wouldn't handle them before I tell you?

>>2136753
> [CONTENTMENT] I'll keep you posted
Need to have a story teller
Spred the deeds

>>2136753
>Contentment

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It's a tie once more. Waiting for break. Will roll if it's not broken by half past.

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>>2136882
switching to
>> [CONTENTMENT] I'll keep you posted.

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Called. Let me get head clear of this fog and then I'll write.

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Feeling a load come off your back at seeing another friendly face, you give Lucky a genuine smile, "I'll keep you posted; after all I can't seem to get away with your caravan parks."

"Well Ma'am, Lucky's operate in nineteen Republican locations and even have a place in Cadalon. Y'all ain't done seeing this mug for a long time yet." He begins walking away whistling a low little tune, that man is going to work himself to death and love every second.

Instead you turn your attention to your cleavage and the little ball of fur trying to wriggle his way free of your bra to no avail, "And now you know why I kept you outside my clothes." Making your way back inside to change, Fox begins exploring what passes for your bed these days - the creature making very birdlike noises as he bounces on the floor matress.

Lucky called him a hawkfox? And an extremely young one... "I am beginning to feel you're as big of an enigma as I am." You tell Fox, the creature yelping as midbounce he tries to open up his wings and glide.

The resulting fall is less than pretty. But you have ingeniously remembered that your jacket has pockets big enough to keep a tiny little hawkfox inside. So whatever you do, you don't have to stay in hiding for fear of Fox running off....

Though if you head out you'll bring more meat just in case.

> [DETERMINATION] Lex wanted to meet up

> [FEAR] Better track down Hona

> [WORRY] Someone should know how to raise a hawkfox? Maybe you can find the survival teacher in the actual Campus?

> Write-In

>>2136969
> [DETERMINATION] Lex wanted to meet up

How much you wanna bet lex also knows how to take care of a hawkfox

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>Determination

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>> [DETERMINATION] Lex wanted to meet up

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>>[DETERMINATION] Lex wanted to meet up

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Walking out the front door with your newfound Fox storage unit and the trousers to match, you flag down a passerby... With some reservations.

Despite the wide eyed look she has in her one visible eye and the almost childlike pigtails that adorn her fiery orange hair; the magitek battlesuit covering her body and the umpteen shortsword and daggers strapped to her like armour make you equal part curious and wary.

Thankfully the girl says you're only a block and a half away, instructing you to take a left. At some kind of weird, unique noisemakers shop. Honestly you quite agree with Fox that that place is unsettling and want nothing to do with it as you find yourself at the drinking hole known as the Deep Blue Bar. On the door is painted a highly revealing and downright masterful depiction of a naked mermaid; and were it not for the positioning of the door handle and windows - it'd probably have to be taken down for indecency.

Then again; if public indecency were an issue here they wouldn't have that stupid noisemaking shop. With a last glance at your fuzzy friend, you enter.

For some reason you were expecting a raucous crowd with brawls and bottles flying as the beer flowed like rivers alongside the many pools of blood on the old wood floor. But instead, the Deep Blue Bar is a very somber affair. The selling point seems to be the ocean styled drapery that hangs over the slight stage where a grey haired male singer croons about battles long lost.

The lighting is dim as dusk; letting the smoke cling at waist height. The grey haze obscuring the faces of those in tall dark booths and low polished tables alike. From here you cannot make out anything beyond the figures of servers silently and politely moving between tables and booth with drinks stacked so high they look destined to find the floor.

This place definently feels more your style than Lex's, throw in some high paced dancing every now and then and you might just start up a tab. Regardless of your approval for this mellow haunt, you do need to find the man who is technically your employer.

> Make your way to the bar, you guess?

> Flag down a server and give them Lex's description

> Maybe the singer could use a break...

> Write-In

>>2137880
>Flag down a server and give them Lex's description
I hate fun. Also I have a bad feeling.

>>2137880
> Flag down a server and give them Lex's description

>>2137880
>> Flag down a server and give them Lex's description

Think that's me for tonight. Will try to be around during the day before I start work. But next consecutive run of updates will be monday most likely.

>>2137925
Thanks for running.

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> Maybe the singer could use a break...

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With a slight gesture a well meaning man in a very expensive looking suit comes to greet you. A series of hush whispered back and forth gets across your intent to meet Lex; a short description later and the waiter is silently and powerfully sliding through the gloom towards the table. Making sure you are actually welcome no doubt.

With the end of the singer's song the bar explodes into quiet and polite conversation; allowing you to eavesdrop on some snippets here and there.

"Did you hear The Senator sent [THE DIPLOMAT] after Salaar and Yurell?" A harpy whispers to he companion; a large Norterner.

The greying desert dweller grunts in doubt, "No way he'd let the mad dog loose. Two divine generals aren't worth that much collateral surely."

Your waiter appears and bids you to follow him, changing the audible conversation; "Another two ships lost to the Pirate Duke-"

The next table has two orcs, "Rumour has it that there was an attack on High Forts... Haven't heard from Ghor since-"

And finally, just as you see Lex's form through the fog. The man sitting at his table is audible; "I don't understand Vernon. No matter how much you like this girl, why are you doing so much for-"

> Introduce yourself

> Wait patiently

> Delay your waiter so you can eavesdrop

> Write-In

>>2138692
>> Introduce yourself

>>2138692
> Introduce yourself and fox

>>2138692
> Introduce yourself and fox

>>2138692
>ears drop

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Posted on twatter. Will try to wrap up tommorow - too shattered after work.

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"Hi." You say plainly, lurking behind LEx's friend's back like some kind of spectre, as the two old men turn to you - something seems to shift in you... Something indescribable, but you have a sense of sanctity at a base level you don't think you've ever felt. Your monotone easews as you conitnue, "I'm Purps, this is my new friend Fox." Fox chooses this moment to wrap around your wrist and try to climb for your shoulder, but your grip is secure enough to show him off, "It's nice to meet you Mr-"

"My name is professor Haryan Marchis. But I go by Professor or Haryan. My second name is a bit of a sticking point for some folks." The old man gives you a warm smile, holding himself in stark contrast to the focused and hard man opposite him. Where the many wrinkles on Lex's face speak of hard living, warfare or stressful living; Haryan's wrinkles manifest around his lips, cheeks and eyes from a lifetime of smiles and good spirit.

For the first time you notice a tiny girl in a red hood, holding Haryan's hand while her other holds a straw. As she drinks she stares at you with uncanny agelessness. Her blue eyes are far more wise and attentive than they should be - the twin pools managing to even unsettle you with their wrongness.

"Don't listen to him Purps, only person who cares about this fool has his ass on the throne." Lex slurs slightly, but the look in his eyes is of focus; an oddly serious expression across his face.

You slide into the booth beside Lex and stare down Haryan as diplomatically as possible, "So, why was I needed here?" You ask in your monotone.

Haryan blinks slowly before chuckling, "He's right - you really do sound like you're being rude no matter what you say." He taps the table slightly while Lexington watches on, his drunkeness facade cracking and crumbling with every passing moment. "To be blunt, Vernon told me everything about everything. The extraplanar thing, the Minerva thing, your Dragon thing, Luc, Matt, all of it."

Your hand swiftly goes to your hip before you consciously stop it and instead scratch your cheek; thankfully your face is as impassive as ever. But Lex sharing, neverming sharing details about you is both shocking and concerning. Wasn't he the one who touted secrecy as important to someone unaligned?

"He talked to me, because he want to know if helping you was the right thing to do." Haryan takes a sip of his drink as a sparkling golden ale arrives for you... With a sniff you smell strawberries and decide to give it a taste test. A bit strong, but it hits the spot.

"Okay. I'm a bit uncertain over Lexington telling you all of the details of my life thus far. But I understand he was having doubts about me. Especially considering my reaction to Luc's death." You pause, being rational comes naturally to you - but you're not sure you appreciate being backed into a very serious discussion, "What I don't understand is why he came to you, rather than me."

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"I'm his best friend." Haryan says simply, "But I am also the History, Statecraft and one of the former magic teachers at The Academy." With a flourish he adds, "Despite not being one of you Starborn sons of bitches - I have devoted 104 years to studying our world."

This makes you interject, "But wouldn't that make you-"

"I have added some time to my clock. But I'm human, promise." He holds his hands up as if making and oath and for some reason the little girl next to him is fixated on it. "In short, he trusts my judgement and character."

"Which is a rarity." Vernon grumbles, "Trust me, if Haryan had a bad bone in his body, he'd have saved both of us a lot of heart and back ache."

Haryan laughs at this, "He calls me a big softie. I just believe in giving people a chance-"

"No matter how dangerous or stupid they are." Lexington finishes, "But when I told him about you-"

"I want to see for myself what kind of person I'm vouching for." Haryan retorts taing a victory drink and slamming his wooden stein on the table with gusto. "So I asked to meet you. Maybe ask some questions."

> [FEAR] No.

> [WORRY] Why do I need to be vouched for

> [PRIDE] Only if I ask you questions too

> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

> Write-In

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>> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

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> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

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> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

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> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

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> [CURIOSITY] Can we discuss the toddler? I'm not going crazy am I?

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You take a big swig of your weird ale and then lean forward on the table, making the most of the relative privacy of your booth; "Fine, but can we please discuss the toddler sitting next to you first. Because nobody has mentioned her and it's really disconcerting to me."

"Oh. This is Rosie. She's my familiar." Haryan says, before looking to her, "Say hi Rosie." He probes.

Surprisingly the little girl let's go of his hand to wave at you in a stilted fashion. You imagine this is how your smiles look to others; but soon she is once more drinking her beverage, "She really likes milk." The professor offers as explanation.

Lexington chooses to speak up, looking down to find a cigarette in his many pockets, "It's why you can't feel Minerva or that other thing. Rosie's powers-"

"Let's not talk about Rosie please? She's my familiar and that's all we need to say." Haryan looks pointedly at his friend and Rosie also follows his gaze. You see a slight slump in Lex's shoulders, but that's all the arguement comes to.

"Okay, she's your familiar got it." In an attempt to dissolve the tension you slap Lex on the back, "She's got secrets too - got it. Let's just do whatever we need to do for you vouch for me and we're good."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Haryan says, "I'll start nice and easy; Vernon told me you and Miss Honamurei are together."

You straighten up and clench your stein a lot tighter, looking into Haryan's friendly face and assesing everything about him in cold detail. From his smile to his hand gestures you begin looking for any sign of threat like a cornered prey animal. Although you find none, you still hesitate to answer.
"Yes. We've been together for a while now. Why?"

He opens his mouth as if to speak then realization dawns; "Oh it's nothing bad! I'm not going to grill you or anything, I'm just wondering where you think your relationship will go? What's your long term goals with the little one?"

> [WORRY] I don't know

> Write-In your answer

> [PRIDE] That's a bit private isn't it!?

> [ANGER] I'm not giving you fantasy material you dirty bastard.

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> [WORRY] I don't know

>>2140264
>Worry

>>2140264
>> [WORRY] I don't know

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> [PRIDE] That's a bit private isn't it!?

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> Write-In your answer
Itl go for as long as it goses for

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You gulp and are about to say that you'll spend the rest of your life with her, then you consider biting his head off verbally... But something sotps you, perhaps the disarming earnestness of the man, or the seriousness of the converstaion. But after a seemingly eternal silence you give himhis answer, "I don't know." your voice comes out quiet and shaky, for the first time you can recall sounding as vulnerable as you feel; "I'm a shell of a person really. I can't even smile or laugh properly. So I don't know how a relationship with someone like Honamurei will work."

"Well I was more-"

"I want it to be great. Perfect. I want to make her feel as good as she is, because she makes me feel normal and wanted." You drone on, your monotone bowling over Haryan, he tries to interrupt again but a pointed look from Lex silences him. "She was the first to care about me. Which meant the world. But more than that she treats me like a person and not some oddity to be marveled at like Vernon. Not some big stick to protect people like the Sirens see me. Nor a naive break from the normal submissive devotees like Minerva sees me. To Honamurei I'm Purps. I'm her mate." You clench the stein as Hona's actions earlier begin to make sense. Jealousy and posessiveness; all of which stem for her insecurity about herself. The world is a mirror that reminds her of her failures and seeing you with Tornin must have been like she was seeing a future failing long before it happened.

"I'm her mate. But... I'm probably not going to be able to be that for her. At some point I'll forget everything, or lose the ability to care about her and ruin everything." Finishing your drink in four long gulps, you slam the empty down on the table enough to make Rosie jump. "There. I answered."

Haryan looks stunned but Lex sputs a hand on top of yours, "You're an oddity. But you're also a good woman Purps. Just cause I ain't the best at showin' it don't ever think yer just a pawn t' me."

"Thanks." You mutter. Waiting on the next question from Haryan.

"That was supposed to be the easy and happy one." He complains, taking off and cleaning his glasses. He holds three fingers up to a server, giving you an apologetic smile before barelling on. "Lex says you're meeting [THE DRAGON OF DREAMS], and The Arch Lector just happens to be attending the opening ceremony tomorrow." He leans back and studies you for a reaction you don't give. "What's your thoughts on all these important people wanting to meet?"

> [PRIDE] They know what I'm capable of. But I do what's best for me

> [DETERMINATION] I don't care.

> [FRUSTRATION] I wish they'd leave me alone. I'm trying not to get noticed.

> Write-In

>>2140375
>> [DETERMINATION] I don't care.

>>2140375
> [DETERMINATION] I don't care.

>>2140375
>[FRUSTRATION] I wish they'd leave me alone.
I don't want everyone we care about to be hunted down and slaughtered because they see us as a threat. How many powerful people are not lonely?

>>2140375
>> [DETERMINATION] I don't care.