FANTASY-NO MAGIC

[Through the Living Hope]

10 hours ago, J. Magi said:

"As in . . . there should be, but there is not?"

“As in, there is, but I don’t know for sure where it is. I've never had to use it.”

@J. Magi

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Jolane tied the horse to a fence post near the small house. She could unpack the saddle bags later. Her mother led her inside and sat next to her on a small couch, holding her close and sighing in relief and joy. The house smelled just like her blanket did.

Her hand rubbed over her daughter's branded wrist. Jolane's shoulders stiffened as her mother pulled back the sleeve to reveal the mark.

"Oh, dear..." Vedette (that's her name now) said. She rose and got a basket from across the room, then sat over by her daughter again.

Jolane watched as she removed a needle, thread, and cloth from the basket. The cloth was the same as the one that made her blanket. Vedette wrapped the cloth around her arm and carefully began to sew where the fabric overlapped. It wasn't long before the cloth cuff was complete and completely covered the brand.

Jolane brought her arm into herself and rubbed the cuff gently. "Thank you."

Vedette smiled and held her daughter to her side again.

Edited September 25, 2024 by Spark of Hope

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

15 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

"Oh, thanks. You can keep some of it, but I was hoping you would show me these." Rye shoved the weapons into the back of his wagon, but held out a smoke grenade to Jolane. "Only use it in emergencies. Who knows, it could save your life. Anyways, I won't be seeing you all in a long time. The Shenai have beckoned me to return to their continent. It may be many months before we speak again." He jumped into his wagon once more.

@Spark of Hope

Arke waves goodbye.

[Mags she/they]

3 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“As in, there is, but I don’t know for sure where it is. I've never had to use it.”

@J. Magi

August raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "It's a small village, surely you would spot it going about your day to day business . . ."

"Your sense of scale is all messed up from living in massive cities your whole life," July butted in with a chuckle.

August rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, we'll find it ourselves."

July gave a good-bye wave to Jolane as she went inside, and the pair of men walked off, leading their horses.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Just now, J. Magi said:

August raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "It's a small village, surely you would spot it going about your day to day business . . ."

"Your sense of scale is all messed up from living in massive cities your whole life," July butted in with a chuckle.

August rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, we'll find it ourselves."

July gave a good-bye wave to Jolane as she went inside, and the pair of men walked off, leading their horses.

Arke follows. because he doesnt really have much else to do, and he's bored, and those two look interesting.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, J. Magi said:

August raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "It's a small village, surely you would spot it going about your day to day business . . ."

"Your sense of scale is all messed up from living in massive cities your whole life," July butted in with a chuckle.

August rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, we'll find it ourselves."

July gave a good-bye wave to Jolane as she went inside, and the pair of men walked off, leading their horses.

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Do you want to do the timeskip?

Also, before any angst, let Jo's sister braid her hair pls

 

[Mags she/they]

5 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Arke follows. because he doesnt really have much else to do, and he's bored, and those two look interesting.

5 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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yep! Sounds good!

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Niamh tied her horse to a tree and set up her hammock in the woods nearby.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, J. Magi said:

 

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Arke is just bored out of his mind lol.

 

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

 

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Niamh tied her horse to a tree and set up her hammock in the woods nearby.

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

It was nearly sunset. Naise sat in a flower field, braiding her little sisters hair. She put some flowers in the pleats as well. Her husband sat talking with her parents on the porch. Both Jolane and Naise felt a peace and completeness at their reunion.

[Mags she/they]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

 

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loll poor guy, I promise there's action coming soon hopefully

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Just now, J. Magi said:

 

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yeah yeah, i know lol.

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, J. Magi said:

 

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You mean what this RP was meant to be before everyone became so invested in Jolane?

I liked this though. 'Twas fun.

 

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

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Arke: one of the best, most disciplined shinobi of his time
also Arke: *getting bored because theres nothing to do*

 

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

August raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "It's a small village, surely you would spot it going about your day to day business . . ."

"Your sense of scale is all messed up from living in massive cities your whole life," July butted in with a chuckle.

August rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, we'll find it ourselves."

July gave a good-bye wave to Jolane as she went inside, and the pair of men walked off, leading their horses.

Ma'tani watched Jolane for a moment longer before following the two.

It'll be time for me to leave, soon...

She chuckled wryly to herself. I guess Jolane's path isn't the same as mine. Nor mine the same as Jianzi's, for that matter...

I didn't have a home to return to, after all.

@Spark of Hope

Edited September 25, 2024 by The Bookwyrm

[Mags she/they]

Just as the sun began to bleed out and slide into the low hills of the horizon, July and August found the inn. It was a small place that looked like it was actively falling apart, but it'd be better than camping outside.

With the help of a stable-boy, July tended to both horses in the place's stable.

Stable is a strong word, it was more like a wooden lean-to, built onto the side of the building. The wind made a few loose boards in the roof rattle as July unbuckled his horse's saddle. The stable boy, a spindly young man with dull brown hair, worked on August's horse--August having gone inside to buy dinner and some rooms.

July shivered and pulled his jacket collar up closer to his cheeks. It was on cold nights like this that he thought wearing his hair down and free would be warmer. But it had gotten so long now, and it would tangle the second he unbraided it. He didn't dare cut it.

He nodded to the stable-boy, leaving the small shed when he was done with his horse. It was almost cold enough that he could see his breath. That was . . . strange, hadn't it been almost too hot to bear just that afternoon?

July stopped out on the road. Building shadows took up more estate on the road as the sun grew lower. The small inn's windows left yellow holes on the dirt behind him. He rubbed his hands together to warm them, knuckles pink from the brisk air.

He shook his head, chiding himself. There was no use in staring into shadows and concerning himself with small temperature changes. Boots sinking into the well-trodden mud that was the road in front of the inn, he swung the light door open and went inside.

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August had bought a few rooms for July, Arke, and him, and was now sitting at a table in the tavern's tiny common room. 

A greying barmaid grimaced at her countertop as she scrubbed it in one corner. Similarly, August stared at the surface of his own table. He hadn't ordered anything, and the maid seemed perfectly happy to leave him alone.

He hated to admit it, but he was tired. Well, he was always tired, but tonight he was particularly exhausted. His gaze traced the lines of his white gloved fingers on the dark brown wood. It started to blur a little. 

How old was this table? The surface was weathered and smooth, it had been dirtied and scrubbed and dirtied again a thousand times. Was it older than him? Sometimes nothing felt older then . . .

July slid into the chair next to him, and August was brought back to reality. 

"Finished with the horses?"

"Yep," He replied, "Their stable looks like it's about to fall in on itself, but other than that it's all good."

August nodded, his gloves still bright in his tired eyes.

"Are you okay?" July asked, leaning forward onto the table to get a better look at August's face. "You look really tired, Yua."

 August sighed and nodded, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "I'm fine."

" . . . if you're sure." the younger man replied with uncertainty. July was clever, and it wasn't the first time August had lied to make things easier.

"Of course." He insisted, hardening his voice to sound less tired.

July nodded again and scooted his chair closer to August. He lay his head on August's shoulder the way he used to when they had both been much smaller.

"Fratha . . . I like this place," July began, his voice small.

"I know." August replied.

"We could . . .

"We could. But it would not end well."

July's eyes searched the wooden table, but the evening had already proved that the smoothed surface held no answers.

Suddenly his eyes filled with tears, and he looked younger than he really was. Less a man and more a child.

"You're right, I know that you're right."

"I don't like being right, y'know?" August whispered back. He put a hand on July's shoulder pulling him into a side hug. "I wish we could stop just as much as--"

"He died because of me." The words burst out of July. "That innkeeper who had Jolane . . . I got people angry at him so we could escape but they . . ."

"They killed him?"

"They killed him because of me."

"Leal . . ."

"I want to stay," He hesitated, "I really, really like her Yua . . . but  . . . more people will die, won't they?"

August was silent. They both knew the answer.

The door to the inn swung open, letting cold air rush through the entire building. A chill went up Augusts spine as he turned to see who was there, out of mild curiosity.

A soldier entered and immediately locked eyes with him.

August didn't recognize the man's face, but he did recognize his forest green tunic, and the diamond shape crest embroidered on the center.

August gave the soldier a tired nod, and the man slipped back out the front door. September was here.

Either she was waiting outside out of politeness, or entering such a rustic establishment was beneath her. It was always hard to tell.

He stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"What . . .?" July mumbled. He hadn't seen the soldier.

"September is here." August replied quietly.

July jolted, suddenly alert. "What do we do?" There was panic on the edge of his voice.

"Wait in here, she doesn't know we're traveling together yet. Go find someplace to hide okay?"

July nodded dumbly, eyes wide. Mechanically, he stood and moved up the creaky stairs to the inns second floor, where the rooms were. Not the best place to hide, but it was something.

August shrugged on his jacket, taking time to do the buttons properly, and then pushed open the door.

Night had fallen, there was a chill in the air.

September stood on the dark road. 3 soldiers in green garb stood behind her. Her assistant stood off to the side, nervously bouncing on his feet.

The yellow light from the taverns windows gleamed off of her pale hair. She stood confidently, her metallic white armor giving the impression that she was glowing in the dark. Like a goddess of war.

"August! There you are." Her voice was powerful, but still soft and sweet. "You look terrible . . . did you cut your hair?" She grimaced like just the thought of it was offensive. Her own cream hair was braided back, but the braids almost reached her ankles. Like July's.

"Yes, it's surprising bothersome when traveling." August replied smoothly as he closed the distance between them, leaving the doorstep behind.

"That's a shame." Was all she had to reply with.

There were many things they could say, but they'd already had every argument under the sun. They had done this before, and they would do this a thousand times again.

A real gleam of sorrow seemed to creep into her dark green eyes. "I'm tired of this."

"As am I." He retorted without sympathy.

"It's serious this time, July has run off too! Your pretty ideals wore off on him and now he's going to get himself hurt. You and I both know he's too naive to last long out here."

"Good for him, I say. It was about time he learned some responsibility." August kept himself hard, uncaring. That was the only way--she couldn't know July was actually here with him. She couldn't know August had helped July escape and had collaborated with him afterward.

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "The Shi-Matahn was stolen sometime before he left, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it?"

"Not a thing."

September studied him, searching for the truth. The fantastic thing about being respected was how easy it made being a liar. 

"Then we'll proceed."

He nodded.

She drew her sword. He drew his.

@The Bookwyrm @TheRavenHasLanded @Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass

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Edited October 24, 2024 by J. Magi

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

5 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

Just as the sun began to bleed out and slide into the low hills of the horizon, July and August found the inn. It was a small place that looked like it was actively falling apart, but it'd be better than camping outside.

With the help of a stable-boy, July tended to both horses in the place's stable.

Stable is a strong word, it was more like a wooden lean-to, built onto the side of the building. The wind made a few loose boards in the roof rattle as July unbuckled his horse's saddle. The stable boy, a spindly young man with dull brown hair, worked on August's horse--August having gone inside to buy dinner and some rooms.

July shivered and pulled his jacket collar up closer to his cheeks. It was on cold nights like this that he thought wearing his hair down and free would be warmer. But it had gotten so long now, and it would tangle the second he unbraided it. He didn't dare cut it.

He nodded to the stable-boy, leaving the small shed when he was done with his horse. It was almost cold enough that he could see his breath. That was . . . strange, hadn't it been almost too hot to bear just that afternoon?

July stopped out on the road. Building shadows took up more estate on the road as the sun grew lower. The small inn's windows left yellow holes on the dirt behind him. He rubbed his hands together to warm them, knuckles pink from the brisk air.

He shook his head, chiding himself. There was no use in staring into shadows and concerning himself with small temperature changes. Boots sinking into the well-trodden mud that was the road in front of the inn, he swung the light door open and went inside.

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August had bought a few rooms from July, Arke, and him, and was now sitting at a table in the tavern's tiny common room. 

A greying barmaid grimaced at her countertop as she scrubbed it in one corner. Similarly, August stared at his wooden table. He hadn't ordered anything, the maid seemed perfectly happy to leave him alone.

He hated to admit it, but he was tired. Well, he was always tired, but tonight he was particularly exhausted. His gaze traced the lines of his white gloved fingers on the dark brown wood. It started to blur a little. 

How old was this table? The surface was weathered and smooth, it had been dirtied and scrubbed and dirtied again a thousand times. Was it older than him? Sometimes nothing felt older then . . .

July slid into the chair next to him, and August was brought back to reality. 

"Finished with the horses?"

"Yep," He replied, "Their stable looks like it's about to fall in on itself, but other than that it's all good."

August nodded, his gloves still bright in his tired eyes.

"Are you okay?" July asked, leaning forward onto the table to get a better look at August's face. "You look really tired, Yua."

 August sighed and nodded, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "I'm fine."

" . . . if you're sure." the younger man replied with uncertainty. July was clever, and it wasn't the first time August had lied to make things easier.

"Of course." He insisted, hardening his voice to sound less tired.

July nodded again and scooted his chair closer to August. He lay his head on August's shoulder the way he used to when they had both been much smaller.

"Fratha . . . I like this place," July began, his voice small.

"I know." August replied.

"We could . . .

"We could. But it would not end well."

July's eyes searched the wooden table as well, but the evening had already proved that the smoothed surface held no answers.

Suddenly his eyes filled with tears, and he looked younger than he really was. Less a man and more a child.

"You're right, I know that you're right."

"I don't like being right, y'know?" August whispered back. He put a hand on July's shoulder pulling him into a side hug. "I wish we could stop just as much as--"

"He died because of me." The words burst out of July. "That innkeeper who had Jolane . . . I got people angry at him so we could escape but they . . ."

"They killed him?"

"They killed him because of me."

"Leal . . ."

"I want to stay," He hesitated, "I really, really like her Yua . . . but  . . . more people will die, won't they?"

August was silent. They both knew the answer.

The door to the inn swung open, letting cold air rush through the entire building. A chill went up his spine as he turned to see who was there, out of mild curiosity.

A soldier entered and immediately locked eyes with him.

August didn't recognize the man's face, but he did recognize his forest green tunic, and the diamond shape crest embroidered on the center.

August gave the soldier a tired nod, and the man slipped back out the front door. September was here. Either she was waiting outside out of politeness, or entering such a rustic establishment was beneath her. It was always hard to tell.

He stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"What . . .?" July mumbled. He hadn't seen the soldier.

"September is here." August replied quietly.

July jolted, suddenly alert. "What do we do?" There was panic on the edge of his voice.

"Wait in here, she doesn't know we're traveling together yet. Go find someplace to hide okay?"

July nodded dumbly, eyes wide. Mechanically, he stood and moved up the creaky stairs to the inns second floor, where the rooms were. Not the best place to hide, but it was something.

August shrugged on his jacket, taking time to do the buttons properly, and then pushed open the door.

Night had fallen, there was a chill in the air.

September stood on the dark road. 3 soldiers in green garb stood behind her. Her assistant stood off to the side, nervously bouncing on his feet.

The yellow light from the taverns windows gleamed off of her pale hair. She stood confidently, her metallic white armor giving the impression that she was glowing in the dark. Like a goddess of war.

"August! There you are." Her voice was powerful, but still soft and sweet. "You look terrible . . . did you cut your hair?" She grimaced like just the thought of it was offensive. Her own cream hair was braided back, but the braids almost reached her ankles. Like July's.

"Yes, it's surprising bothersome when traveling." August replied smoothly as he closed the distance between them, leaving the doorstep behind.

"That's a shame." Was all she had to reply with.

There were many things they could say, but they'd already had every argument under the sun. They had done this before, and they would do this a thousand times again.

A real gleam of sorrow seemed to creep into her dark green eyes. "I'm tired of this."

"As am I." He retorted without sympathy.

"It's serious this time, July has run off too! Your pretty ideals wore off on him and now he's going to get himself hurt. You and I both know he's too naive to last long out here."

"Good for him, I say. It was about time he learned some responsibility." August kept himself hard, uncaring. That was the only way--she couldn't know July was actually here with him. She couldn't know August had helped July escape and had collaborated with him afterward.

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "The Shi-Matahn was stolen sometime before he left, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it?"

"Not a thing."

September studied him, searching for the truth. The fantastic thing about being respected was how easy it made being a liar. 

"Then we'll proceed."

He nodded.

She drew her sword. He drew his.

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Arke pokes his head out, curious.

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

20 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

Just as the sun began to bleed out and slide into the low hills of the horizon, July and August found the inn. It was a small place that looked like it was actively falling apart, but it'd be better than camping outside.

With the help of a stable-boy, July tended to both horses in the place's stable.

Stable is a strong word, it was more like a wooden lean-to, built onto the side of the building. The wind made a few loose boards in the roof rattle as July unbuckled his horse's saddle. The stable boy, a spindly young man with dull brown hair, worked on August's horse--August having gone inside to buy dinner and some rooms.

July shivered and pulled his jacket collar up closer to his cheeks. It was on cold nights like this that he thought wearing his hair down and free would be warmer. But it had gotten so long now, and it would tangle the second he unbraided it. He didn't dare cut it.

He nodded to the stable-boy, leaving the small shed when he was done with his horse. It was almost cold enough that he could see his breath. That was . . . strange, hadn't it been almost too hot to bear just that afternoon?

July stopped out on the road. Building shadows took up more estate on the road as the sun grew lower. The small inn's windows left yellow holes on the dirt behind him. He rubbed his hands together to warm them, knuckles pink from the brisk air.

He shook his head, chiding himself. There was no use in staring into shadows and concerning himself with small temperature changes. Boots sinking into the well-trodden mud that was the road in front of the inn, he swung the light door open and went inside.

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August had bought a few rooms from July, Arke, and him, and was now sitting at a table in the tavern's tiny common room. 

A greying barmaid grimaced at her countertop as she scrubbed it in one corner. Similarly, August stared at his wooden table. He hadn't ordered anything, the maid seemed perfectly happy to leave him alone.

He hated to admit it, but he was tired. Well, he was always tired, but tonight he was particularly exhausted. His gaze traced the lines of his white gloved fingers on the dark brown wood. It started to blur a little. 

How old was this table? The surface was weathered and smooth, it had been dirtied and scrubbed and dirtied again a thousand times. Was it older than him? Sometimes nothing felt older then . . .

July slid into the chair next to him, and August was brought back to reality. 

"Finished with the horses?"

"Yep," He replied, "Their stable looks like it's about to fall in on itself, but other than that it's all good."

August nodded, his gloves still bright in his tired eyes.

"Are you okay?" July asked, leaning forward onto the table to get a better look at August's face. "You look really tired, Yua."

 August sighed and nodded, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "I'm fine."

" . . . if you're sure." the younger man replied with uncertainty. July was clever, and it wasn't the first time August had lied to make things easier.

"Of course." He insisted, hardening his voice to sound less tired.

July nodded again and scooted his chair closer to August. He lay his head on August's shoulder the way he used to when they had both been much smaller.

"Fratha . . . I like this place," July began, his voice small.

"I know." August replied.

"We could . . .

"We could. But it would not end well."

July's eyes searched the wooden table as well, but the evening had already proved that the smoothed surface held no answers.

Suddenly his eyes filled with tears, and he looked younger than he really was. Less a man and more a child.

"You're right, I know that you're right."

"I don't like being right, y'know?" August whispered back. He put a hand on July's shoulder pulling him into a side hug. "I wish we could stop just as much as--"

"He died because of me." The words burst out of July. "That innkeeper who had Jolane . . . I got people angry at him so we could escape but they . . ."

"They killed him?"

"They killed him because of me."

"Leal . . ."

"I want to stay," He hesitated, "I really, really like her Yua . . . but  . . . more people will die, won't they?"

August was silent. They both knew the answer.

The door to the inn swung open, letting cold air rush through the entire building. A chill went up his spine as he turned to see who was there, out of mild curiosity.

A soldier entered and immediately locked eyes with him.

August didn't recognize the man's face, but he did recognize his forest green tunic, and the diamond shape crest embroidered on the center.

August gave the soldier a tired nod, and the man slipped back out the front door. September was here. Either she was waiting outside out of politeness, or entering such a rustic establishment was beneath her. It was always hard to tell.

He stood, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"What . . .?" July mumbled. He hadn't seen the soldier.

"September is here." August replied quietly.

July jolted, suddenly alert. "What do we do?" There was panic on the edge of his voice.

"Wait in here, she doesn't know we're traveling together yet. Go find someplace to hide okay?"

July nodded dumbly, eyes wide. Mechanically, he stood and moved up the creaky stairs to the inns second floor, where the rooms were. Not the best place to hide, but it was something.

August shrugged on his jacket, taking time to do the buttons properly, and then pushed open the door.

Night had fallen, there was a chill in the air.

September stood on the dark road. 3 soldiers in green garb stood behind her. Her assistant stood off to the side, nervously bouncing on his feet.

The yellow light from the taverns windows gleamed off of her pale hair. She stood confidently, her metallic white armor giving the impression that she was glowing in the dark. Like a goddess of war.

"August! There you are." Her voice was powerful, but still soft and sweet. "You look terrible . . . did you cut your hair?" She grimaced like just the thought of it was offensive. Her own cream hair was braided back, but the braids almost reached her ankles. Like July's.

"Yes, it's surprising bothersome when traveling." August replied smoothly as he closed the distance between them, leaving the doorstep behind.

"That's a shame." Was all she had to reply with.

There were many things they could say, but they'd already had every argument under the sun. They had done this before, and they would do this a thousand times again.

A real gleam of sorrow seemed to creep into her dark green eyes. "I'm tired of this."

"As am I." He retorted without sympathy.

"It's serious this time, July has run off too! Your pretty ideals wore off on him and now he's going to get himself hurt. You and I both know he's too naive to last long out here."

"Good for him, I say. It was about time he learned some responsibility." August kept himself hard, uncaring. That was the only way--she couldn't know July was actually here with him. She couldn't know August had helped July escape and had collaborated with him afterward.

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "The Shi-Matahn was stolen sometime before he left, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it?"

"Not a thing."

September studied him, searching for the truth. The fantastic thing about being respected was how easy it made being a liar. 

"Then we'll proceed."

He nodded.

She drew her sword. He drew his.

@The Bookwyrm @TheRavenHasLanded @Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass

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Ma'tani sat in a corner of the inn, thinking. She saw the soldier walk in, saw the frantic exchange between July and August, saw August follow the soldier into the night. She watched as July walked up the stairs to the inn's second floor.

Her eyes narrowed.

She quickly stood and followed July up the stairs, catching him in the hallway, lined with doors on either side. She reached out and grabbed him by the arm.

"What's going on?"

Edited September 25, 2024 by The Bookwyrm

[Mags she/they]

24 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Ma'tani sat in a corner of the inn, thinking. She saw the soldier walk in, saw the frantic exchange between July and August, saw August follow the soldier into the night.

Her eyes narrowed.

She quickly stood and walked over to July.

"What's going on?"

He was halfway up the stairs when she caught up to him. He froze, thinking.

"Umm . . ." He really needed to get away someplace he could hide, he didn't have time to explain everything. "T-there's this person that we're running from, and she might have just caught up so I need to . . ."

32 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Arke pokes his head out, curious.

Their blades had just clashed together, August ducking aside elegantly so they didn't lock. 

September let him return out of her range. She circled slowly, moving in a smooth, inhuman way.

"You've been gone so long, everyone misses you--even March."

August let out a dry chuckle. "I highly doubt March would ever miss me."

"That's the point!" She dashed in, swinging at his chest, but he slid out of the way in time to miss it. "Even March want's you back."

"Well, I'm more then happy to leave him disappointed." August swung at her side, but she brought her blade over in time to block, the impact let out a loud crack that echoed through the empty village.

Edited September 25, 2024 by J. Magi

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

5 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

He was halfway up the stairs when she caught up to him. He froze, thinking.

"Umm . . ." He really needed to get away someplace he could hide, he didn't have time to explain everything. "T-there's this person that we're running from, and she might have just caught up so I need to . . ."

She tightened her grip. "And you didn't think to mention this to us?"

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3 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

He was halfway up the stairs when she caught up to him. He froze, thinking.

"Umm . . ." He really needed to get away someplace he could hide, he didn't have time to explain everything. "T-there's this person that we're running from, and she might have just caught up so I need to . . ."

Their blades had just clashed together, August ducking aside elegantly so they didn't lock. 

September let him return out of her range. She circled slowly, moving in a smooth, inhuman way.

"You've been gone so long, everyone misses you--even March."

August let out a dry chuckle. "I highly doubt March would ever miss me."

"That's the point!" She dashed in, swinging at his chest, but he slid out of the way in time to miss it. "Even March want's you back."

"Well, I'm more then happy to leave him disappointed." August swung at her side, but she brought her blade over in time to block, the impact let out a loud crack that echoed through the empty village.

Jolane sat bolt upright at the loud sound. Naise looked up at her, then into the village.

"That's coming from the inn..." Jolane said.

[Mags she/they]

2 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

She tightened her grip. "And you didn't think to mention this to us?"

"Well it was sort of . . . a very important secret and August said I shouldn't tell anyone. I . . . was going to tell you but then everything happened so fast." He replied awkwardly. "I figured that we would be on our separate paths before she caught up to us."

Edited September 25, 2024 by J. Magi

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

13 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

He was halfway up the stairs when she caught up to him. He froze, thinking.

"Umm . . ." He really needed to get away someplace he could hide, he didn't have time to explain everything. "T-there's this person that we're running from, and she might have just caught up so I need to . . ."

Their blades had just clashed together, August ducking aside elegantly so they didn't lock. 

September let him return out of her range. She circled slowly, moving in a smooth, inhuman way.

"You've been gone so long, everyone misses you--even March."

August let out a dry chuckle. "I highly doubt March would ever miss me."

"That's the point!" She dashed in, swinging at his chest, but he slid out of the way in time to miss it. "Even March want's you back."

"Well, I'm more then happy to leave him disappointed." August swung at her side, but she brought her blade over in time to block, the impact let out a loud crack that echoed through the empty village.

arke comes out fully, watching.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Niamh stumbled out of the woods, bleary-eyed.

When she saw what was happening, she sighed and retrieved her knives. "Not again."

[Through the Living Hope]

Jolane started to run in the direction of the inn. Naise grabbed her wrist.

Jolane jerked backward. "My friends might be in trouble!"

Naise pulled her back, faced her, and put her hands on your shoulders. "And if you go over there, you might be too!" She shook her head. "Please... don't make us lose you again..."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

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arke just being stupid lol.