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Mitchs98

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Magic? Yeah it exists. Not how you think, not how it once was. Not anymore. No, it hasn't for a long time. Before the Magera were killed magic was the ruling force in the land, civilizations lived by it and thrived with it. Almost every single citizen knew some branch of it, elite city protectors knew multiple forms of destructive magic to keep their loved ones safe, magitech was naught but used to make everyday life easier. But of course things don't always stay perfect...they never do. For a time life was peaceful, war was kept to a minimum, and civilization was in a constant upward march. What no one realized was this easy lifestyle was what would soon lead to an age of strife, of chaos, of bleak darkness. For you see the lack of conflict caused people to grow soft and complacent. Not everyone, but the vast majority. Any monster attacks were snuffed out quickly by various groups of adventurers, the land governed so well by the Magera that none dared to start a massive conflict.

It was in essence a Utopian society, its people calm and happy with what they had. Though of course as they usually do all good things must come to an end. The upward march of technology coupled with the serenity would ultimately be what caused the crumble of society. It didn't happen quickly unfortunately, no. While the majority of the kingdoms were enjoying their times of peace the continent to the North had been building their armies, training for war. Training to destroy the Magera and claim their lands for themselves, to unite them all under one bloody flag. The Northern Karoi people believed that at the rate things were going it would only be a matter of time before society stopped believing in fighting and thus stopped training people for it on a whole. Leaving the bands of adventurers to be the sole front of humanities defense. In other words, they believed that it would boil down to two options. 1. The monsters destroying the cities and taking them over for themselves or 2. They took control.

Unfortunately they failed to see their flawed logic in their beliefs and soon started war on a massive scale, going down south to lay siege to any outpost, city, or kingdom that opposed them. Their main goals would be to slaughter each Magera in each main kingdom, thus solidifying their claim to the land. It was a long and bloody fight, one that lasted years, one many thought would never end. Despite their advanced technology they lacked the army to both use it and hold off the Kaori, and unfortunately they had both the technology and the manpower to use it. If anything it wasn't a war, no, it was a one sided slaughter that the losing side struggled to maintain a hold on. It would of been over much sooner had the Magera not fought alongside each of their people. Coincidentally, it would of also been far less bloody if they had of simply surrendered.

At the dawn of what was the final battle the final remaining Magera, an old greyed man by the name of Albion Pendledragon saw what needed to be done. He didn't want the same fate to befall his kingdom as it had the rest. He mustered the courage to do the one thing that none of the rest had, be the reason they were to proud or simply too stubborn, he took his own life to save that of his people. He marched to the front lines of the war before the battle even begun and slit his own throat as calm as day, finally ending a long and bloody battle. Hundreds of years passed, thus bringing us to where we are now.

Magic exists, yes. Anyone with common sense will be able to tell you that. Though not in nearly any capacity as it used to, at-least not as commonly. Everyone in society still possesses magic this is true. But now adays its simply used for menial tasks to make life easier beyond that of even what their advanced technology can do for them. It can be used for combat though in most instances weakly so. No, those with high magical prowess are usually indoctrinated into an army of some kind, a famous adventurer, or someone wealthy in high society. While it is possible to expand ones' field of magic through sheer training most are born with it. Those that are generally branded at the age of thirteen with a mark of power, dictating their higher status, and thus being held in higher regards in society. Those that aren't are considered rogue and a traitor to the crown, able to be arrested at will and even executed upon capture even they commit a crime of any severity.

These traitors are numerous, though not necessarily powerful they're scattered all across the Kingdoms and tend to live on the edges of society. Several have banded together in large groups, each with unique names, the most prominent as well as dwelling within the capital ofAleksa would be Apex. The Apex are primarily dedicated to stopping the rising monster threat. Though they also serve as a place of refuge and general mercenary group, helping those that need it and hiding them from the law. Slowly but surely their numbers are growing in an effort to go back to the way things were, before the Kaori took over and oppressed the people, when the Magera still reigned.

However not even with the Apex's efforts are things looking well for anyone. Despite the Kaori taking over the Kingdoms in an effort to keep them out of the hands of the monsters they did not however put forth effort to quell the ever growing hordes, at-least not enough. And with there simply not being enough official monster hunting groups any longer the monsters populations have more than tripled in recent years, and they only grow every day. Thus its left up to the Apex and the fair few remaining groups to both fight off the monsters and prove to everyone that if nothing is done, humanity on a whole will be wiped off the face of the planet.​
 
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It was your average sunny day in Aleksa, the fisherman haven't long been gotten to work, bakeries were putting out freshly cooked goods, and most children were sitting in class. Now a days most live their lives peacefully, the bloody battles of three centuries past often only spoken of as mere legend. Of course there are still those that are opposed to the Kaori's rule, however for the most part the vast majority have simply complied. While yes, things were bleak for quite some time with the Northern tribe coming into power, peace had once more settled on the land thanks to their armies protecting the cities and the outlying areas near them. Recently the issue at hand all over the globe has been so called 'terrorist groups' attacking Kaori outposts here and there and generally terrorizing villages on a whole. Though of course these are falsified lies for the most part, while there are a few people like this, most don't belong to any true freedom fighting group. None certainly belonging to the Apex. The vast majority of the sheep following the Kaori of course believe these lies. But those with more common sense, those that have witnessed things for themselves, those that know the truth do not.

For the most part these so called terrorist organizations more often than not are out risking their lives to quell the growing monster population, though admittedly raids on Kaori outposts are rather frequent this is merely to garner supplies that they need to keep themselves and those they shelter alive. Our story currently situates in the Capital of Aleksa, Sion, where the headquarters of the Apex themselves are rumored to reside. Though no proof of such has been found thus far of course. Nonetheless, the leader of said group, Dannar, lied in wait for any new potential recruits as well as a meeting that was to be held later that day, their groups size growing more and more each day. Usually this was done by a member of the group directly approaching someone who lacked the mark to meet up somewhere private or slipping a note into their bag, often it would prove the person didn't have magic and was simply trying to live life outside of the Kaori's bounds. People like this however were still offered shelter with the group, those that did have magic however were offered the opportunity to join the fight more directly as a direct member of the group itself.

At either rate those that were a member were given explicit instructions to head to the meeting hall at 12 sharp, the meeting itself starting an hour later to give everyone time to arrive. Those not involved in the group life would continue on as always, be they simply stopping into town travelling or should they actually reside in Sion. Or perhaps they were contacted and were here to see what the group was all about.

No matter their path, life in the Realm of Sanar seemed to take it's normal daily course. Another average simple day.
 
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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Joyful as always)
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    So this was it, Sion of Aleska! After traversing through vast regions and treacherous terrains, Dana eventually found himself a safe distance away from those subhuman mercenaries, or so he thought. “At long last!” He vigorously squeaked as he carelessly slinged his willowy arms up over his head, attempting to stretch away the long-lasting journey that had once bedeviled him for countless miles. “There he is!” A profound voice roared from behind him, further reminding him of his effortless endeavors of trying to liberate himself from these determined hirelings who wouldn’t stop following him, like rabid dogs chasing after a piece of meat! He couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed for stealing almost all of the supplies from their campsite but was it truly his fault? Besides they shouldn’t of left it out in the open, being all enticing and such.

    “C’mon fellas, let’s let bygones be bygones. I already ate half of those apple-pies that were in those baskets you had, if it really means that much to you I can share!” He ‘politely’ offered, rummaging through his belongings to only pull out a bunch of squashed apple-pies that must’ve been damaged after his long travels. Judging from the irritable expressions on the band of mercenaries, none of them seemed to be in favor of consuming these flattened treats but instead lobbing a fishing net over Dana and ensnaring him within the ropes of his newfound prison. “Y-you bastard! Do you realize how hard I worked baking those?” One of them piped up while trying to flail his arms and legs wildly at the captured Dana with his comrades holding him back, Dana simply belching in response and only aggravating him further as he was helplessly drug throughout the market place.

    As much as Dana wanted to escape from his containment his lack of energy made it nearly impossible for him to proficiently produce any wires from his fingertips, even reaching for the spindles throughout his belt would only result in him pulling out thin air from them. Never did he expect such an outcome but at the very least they didn't kill him! Maybe not yet anyway but Dana had high hopes that someone would probably rescue him... Probably...

    (Apologies that this is so short, I hate introduction posts.)

 
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Anne Gustav -- Aleksa
A luxurious stand in Avena, the capital of Aleksa.

A certain short-statured blonde didn't care that it was a beautiful, sunny day, or that bakeries all around were selling the tastiest of breads and sweets, or that an adult like her could solace in the mostly child-free streets of a late morning. She wasn't focused on how hot the day was going to get within a few hours, or that the streets would be filled with children later on, or even how tired she was of dealing with the mildly-interested masses of the capital of her home kingdom. Instead of wasting her brainpower on any such mindsets, Anne took her precious time roaming the streets of Avena, a place she'd visited very many times but wasn't entirely sure why. Few people within the city were ever interested in her stand, no matter how much better later versions would turn out than the last. Not like she was losing anything, obviously. Her time was replaceable, after all, and she most certainly had her share of successful business trips. This was more of a "just-in-case" type of deal.
Sunlight reflecting off of her outfit, Anne stopped in her tracks to observe the area. A small gap in between buildings laid on the other side of the cobble road; a little creepy looking, but an otherwise perfect candidate for her own stand. The street didn't seem very empty, either. Crossing the road when there were no caravans on it, she pulled a purple little Egg out from under her matching beret and held it out before her. It didn't take long for the beams of light it emitted to build what looked like a boudoir and a jewelry vendor all in one.

"You never fail to amaze me," she whispered with a kiss to the gem before sliding it back into the cover of her hat.

Soon enough, she would take to observing the ten perfectly placed and colorful Swan Eggs on the intricate rosewood table and how the lights hanging from her velvet canopy shone to make the already beautiful sight even better.
Of course, she wasn't thinking about that, either. Her gaze shifted quickly between each of the little devices. It must have been the fiftieth time she'd scanned over the gems in their golden frames, making sure there were no existing faults; scratches may give jewelry character, but for these things, it meant not working at all. She'd tried to give demonstrations with broken ones. They were usually embarrassing.


Finally able to accept the fact that the Swan Eggs were ready for presentation, Anne laid back in the almost throne-like chair she'd be sitting in for most of the workday and waited for a passers-by to ask about the "trinkets". It almost put a smile on her face to have the privilege of showing them that they were so much more.
 
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Somewhere in a temple in Britannia. Out of the way, and barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. A young man in a monks robe was making his way home after a long day of hard work. He had cleaned the temple with the other monks. Done his daily praying, and assisted with helping out civilians in need. The young man whistled a happy tune his staff resting on his shoulder as he skipped towards home. He had also bought some groceries in preparation for dinner. He has hoped his siblings would join them. Well, he figured his mooch of a brother Edward would be present. But he assumed his younger brother Alex would be off on some dangerous mission. He had said a prayer to the goddess of luck for him. As he always did, butt that didn't stop him from worrying. It wasn't long before he made it home, a humorous amount of groceries in hand."Honey I'm home!" He called with a massive smile on his face. Kyuubey Kyuubey
 
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Nomura- Forest Near SionNomura sighed heavily as she walked along, the petite draco clearly very upset about something. Namely...the fact they were lost in this forest thanks to Sod. Why she kept trusting this guy with directions was beyond her. She guessed she thought if he had something important to do that involved the direct survival of the both of them that he'd take things seriously for once and actually try to remember. Then again...she guessed it was her fault for trusting a zombie of all things to remember...anything really. She looked up to him with narrowed eyes, "Where even are we? Do you know at all?" She asked him. She knew they were probably close by town but how close by she wasn't really sure. At-least she hoped that they were...if they weren't she was definitely gonna be super mad at Sod once they got back. And kind of at herself a little really.

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The undead man heaved a hefty sigh. Clearly tired of life as a whole. His shoulders slumped, and his posture was terrible for a stiff. He stood a good deal taller than the little dragon girl, and read the map in reply to her nagging."I think we're close...but, oh look. There's a cliff nearby, maybe we could make a stop by it and I could toss myself off before we head towards Sion. He offered with a groggy tone, as if he had just woken up from a long nap.

They had been traveling for some time now, and as usual he had managed to get them lost. Well, that was the case at first, but after a while he just tried to prolong the trip. Partly due to suicide attempts, and partly because ever sense they had entered the forest. He had been getting a horrible feeling. As if a sinister force was about to re-enter his life.... Of course that could have just been his imagination. But better not risk it if he didn't have to.

Of course now he was getting tired of lugging their things around. Not so much exhausted, just tired of it. Although he was the one who insisted he lug around the bag. But only because he was hoping the strain on his body would kill him. Although that seemed a bit ridiculous now, and carrying it didn't bother Sod any. So he just dealt with it."There's a lovely cliff nearby, Sion is just pass it according to the map. It would be quick, I promise." He repeated for possibly the hundredth time since they began traveling together.


He figured she'd refuse, and honestly he knew he could only misslead them for so long. After all, unlike him she needed rest, and food, and sleep, and air... While Sod contemplated the fact that he was literally a walking corpse, as he often tended to do when he thought of the needs of others. He caught the scent of something sweet. He blinked his baggy eyes, turning towards the scent, and cupping his ears."Is it me, or do you smell pie? I also believe I hear some talking...maybe we should go ask for directions?" Sod said, figuring this way it would be more believable when they found the place. So maybe she'd learn to not trust him with directions anymore, or at least he hoped. Thinking was tough.

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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Freaking out)
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    You know, things aren't too bad! In-fact being drug all the way back to their encampment meant that he didn't have to put in the effort of painstakingly walking back with them. Regardless of being bound against his will and being stuffed in a fishing net, all of this treatment felt no less than pampering his mind except for the series of occasional pebbles that persist against his bum every so often. Casual whistling lengthened from Dana's lips as he continued to be drug through the cluttered streets of Sion and eventually being ushered through a tunneled archway which continued leading them all through a candle-lit bazaar surrounded by fascinating items. Articles of garbs, dresses, and all sorts of clothing managed to catch his eyes as they shifted through the empty spaces between busy crowds. "Hope i'm not bothering you fellows none but are you sure we don't have enough time to stop near one of these merchants? I mean, look at this material!" He squealed delightfully as he snagged his curious mitts onto one of the expensive outfits, rubbing it against one of the mercenaries before getting slapped on the hand and receiving crossed looks from most of the brigands. Depressed sighs escaped from Dana's mouth as he released his tightened grip from the material, crossing both of his arms in frustration as they pursued onward to their journey.

    "Jeeze, I just wanted one thing." He mumbled as he patiently swiveled his head from left to right, exploring all sorts of views that would catch his eye from time to time. Even after his months being here Dana still couldn't simply get over the fact of how similar these people were to those at home! Some of them shared shocking resemblances to the individuals he once knew, particularly that one fellow that he tried squinting at in the distance. "Ha! That looks like my old buddy Sod over there you guys! Me and him had the bestest of times together, ya know? Aside from him trying to murder himself." Dana coo'ed as he eagerly rummaged through his belongings until he retrieved a picture of Sod attempting to strangle Dana in his sleep with a pillow but failing miserably at it. "See? He's even kind enough to fluff my pillow for me, what a great guy." Feelings of nostalgia along with further happiness sent goosebumps down his spine as he placed the photograph back inside his bag. "For the love of God, does this guy ever shut the hell up?" One of the cut-throats chimed as he attempted to slap Dana in the back of the head before being immediately interrupted by Dana accidentally ducking in awe, causing the mercenary to lose his balance and fall head first into a wooden bucket full of water as Dana chirped in astonishment at the sight of seeing the supposed doppelganger of Sod. "There's no way that cannot be him! B-but he's dead! Unless." An unnerving thought shot through his mind like a cannonball as his face twisted with fear.

    "SOD IS A GHOST!"

    "HE'S COME TO HAUNT ME FROM THE GRAVE!"

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    "GOD DAMNIT WILL YOU JUST BE QUIET ALREADY?"

    Awkward stares captured the small group from all around the market-place as Dana screamed endlessly. By the time they managed to wrap a rag or something similar around Dana's mouth a whole crowd congregated around the bandits, completely mystified at the sight of the young assassin flopping around like a fish out of water as he continued to freak out at the idea of his friend's resurrection back from the dead.

    ( Solemn Jester Solemn Jester ~ Sod, Mitchs98 Mitchs98 ~ Nomura, since she's with good ol' Sod.)
 
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Nomura looked up to Sod, glaring a little and sighing heavily. "No, you're not going to jump off of any cliffs." She replied for probably the tenth or more time since they'd been travelling. It honestly got annoying stopping the man from killing himself though she had taken it upon herself to do so and she was going to stick with it. Besides as annoying as he was she enjoyed the company whilst traveling. Not because he carried their things mind, she might be tiny but she could easily carry them herself, but because she simply got lonely travelling by herself. It was also much, much safer monster hunting in a pair rather than solo too...even if Sod did try to get himself killed often.

At the second time he mentioned diving off the cliff she groaned, "No." She told him flatly. "What's with you and trying to kill yourself so much anyway?" She asked. "I mean, seriously. Stop it, it's annoying." She said, pouting a little. She was unaware that Sod was purposefully misleading them from town, the dragon getting tired and hungry as they spoke. She perked up however as she smelled the pie, the draco's stomach growling lightly. "Mm...yeah directions. Directions and pie. Lets go." She said, quickly walking in the direction of the smell. Of course...her main goal here was the pie. But. Eh. Sod didn't need to know that, did he?

Nonetheless she blinked in surprise once she figured out the source was coming from the marketplace...though she should of guessed. Regardless, she promptly walked up to the stand that was selling the pies and ordered herself a cherry one. She waited on it to cool, staring up at Sod. "This makes up for getting us lost." She said, clearly pretty happy for the pie. She jumped however as she heard Dana screeching about Sod being a ghost coming to haunt them followed by incessant screaming. She turned to stare at him, tilting her head curiously. "Sod do you know that guy?" She asked, looking to Sod once more.
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As they walked towards the scent of pie, Nom infront of Sod. He couldn't help but to give her a look over. But sighed at the sad sight before him."Geez, why couldn't I have gotten stuck with a tall curvy Dragon girl. Maybe even an elf. It really wouldn't have made much difference, but the fact that I'm stuck with a loli makes my existence all the more depressing."He mumbled to himself as they entered the market.


The place seemed awfully lively. People running around shopping and chatting with one another. A guy, or was it a girl? Being drug around in a net by some bandits. It was exactly the kind of place he hated. So much so that he was considering burying himself alive. However the undead grave digger was caught off guard by a stand serving a familiar treat called ice cream. He walked over to it, looking at the few flavors they had. Before ordering two vanilla for Nom and himself. He headed back towards her, ignoring the screeches coming from the netted person about him being a ghost. Although for some reason the person's voice alone ticked Sod off.

He approached Nom with the two cones and a frown."Here, I got one for you. They looked good, and I know I don't need to eat. But my body kind of acted on its own." He explained to her, taking a lick of his ice cream, some of it ending up on his nose."Eh, taste like nothing as usual.." He confirmed his shoulders drooping even lower than usual."Here, this is wasted on my pallet." He told Nom handing her the cone he had already taken a lick off of. But the whole time he had been listening to the idiotic screeches of the netted fool. His fist clenched, and his veins bulged under his lifeless skin."I've never meet him before in my life... bad choice of words..But anyway, I promise you he'll regret ever screeching out my name." He growled turning towards the bandits, and man. Then standing before the group he stared them all down in a menacing fashion. Gritting his teeth, and clenching his fist he responded to the mans screams."Actually, I'm a zombie. There's a difference you see. Im a walking corpse. Some eat brains, I honestly don't care for the taste myself, and don't need to eat anything....and a ghost..."

He suddenly bent towards the ground digging his hands into the stoney flooring of the market place. Then with his teeth still gritted, and veins still threatening to burst from his skull. He pulled a massive hunk of stone from the ground. Lifting it above his head with ease," And a ghost is what you're about to be!!!!" With that he tossed the massive stone at the group of men, with no consideration for the bandits who just. Had the worse timing ever when it came to capturing the naive, and nice Dana.


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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Happy as a Clam)
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    Eck gads! Any sort of reasoning felt like it was crashing down upon him like a bundle of stacked bricks. How could this even be? Granted Sod was someone who could take a lot of punishment but that's only when it came to other people besides himself, Dana couldn't help but memorize in detail of Sod's death! Slitting his own throat right in front of his very eyes and collapsing to the floor as if his soul had vacated his body! He surely must've come back to patronize him back from the dead after all of Dana's irritable shenanigans with him. Screams, wails, and ear piercing shrieks continued to muffle through the fabric wrapped around his mouth, struggling desperately to let out another alarming howl in utter fear of the sight of his long departed friend. Soon Dana's vast imagination took the better of him as he begun gnawing at the stringy nylon of the fish-net at the thought of being potentially possessed by the deceased man not to mention what else he'd do if he managed to get Dana within his ghastly grip.

    Before he knew, Sod grew even closer! Step by step, seemingly inching his way as Dana's skin shuttered with anxiety at the very thought of his approach. Even with all the excitement going on around him from the gathering crowd and the rowdy ruffians trying to silence him, his trembling eyes at no time wandered away from his rugged figure. "This can't be happening!" Dana's muttered with an uneasy tone. Surely they must've saw him, right? How could they miss someone so strange? Perhaps this spectral facade was guilt trying to consume his mind, or he was going crazy! At this point the group of cut-throats speedily hastened their pace, dragging Dana through waves of civilians to avoid drawing an even bigger crowd or gaining the unwanted attention of the local guard. Nevertheless it seemed as if Sod had caught up with them, immediately putting a halt to their advance by standing before them with his ever so 'charming' stare that nearly made one of the bandits heart drop from sudden panic. "Zombie? W-Never mind. Whoever the hell you are, I'd suggest moving before me and my friends decide to gut ya like a fish." A few boisterous haughty chuckles rung out from a few of the men's gaping maws as they continued to walk proudly, thinking they'd push through Sod like common rabble.

    However this wasn't exactly the case as one of the reckless bandits toppled backwards upon bumping into the heavily-build figure, landing on his buttocks in response. "So, you really think you're tough eh? Don't say we didn't warn you." Each of the men drew their own weapon from their sheathes as they snickered underneath their breathe, nonchalantly flailing their blades around as they circled around him like captured prey. Meanwhile Dana was still shivering at Sod's words, what did this even mean? A Walking corpse?! Did that mean... Oh no.. "HE'S GONNA EAT MY BRAINS NOW!" Great, now this time he was even more terrified! Dana scampered around the fishing net out of extreme fear, unknowingly tangling himself in the material and binding himself to the ground as he screeched in horror. A few tense minutes had past before anyone from the pack of brigands decided to attack Sod but before he could even so much as lay a finger on the undead man he was interrupted by his awkward stance, lowering himself to the ground unexpectedly before picking up a ridiculous sized boulder and chucking it at the unaware thugs. "HE'S A FREAK!" One howled, instantly being crushed along with a majority of the cut-throats. "T-this person isn't even human!" Within a matter of seconds the band of marauders darted away, never to be seen in the likes of Aleksa again.

    Dana's quivering throat let out a insecure yelp as he drew his eyes back up at Sod. "Please don't make me into one of your ghost pals, I like being a person." He continued to wiggle nervously at the sight of him before coming to a stand-still as his curiosity deviated. "What if, that event back then didn't kill him?" Dana thought, pressing his index finger against his chin in a musing fashion. Even if having his own throat slit would be almost one-hundred percent fatal, it isn't like Sod survived worse... So this must probably mean. "BUDDY!" Dana yowled as he lept in excitement, shredding through the pattern of rope with a series of wires shooting out from his body before attaching himself to Sod's leg like a lost puppy. "Oh how I missed you! I can't believe it's been so long! Where were you? Where did you go? Oh and who is this?" He pointed at Nomura, wondering why such a small little child is following Sod around.

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As they walked towards the scent of pie, Nom infront of Sod. He couldn't help but to give her a look over. But sighed at the sad sight before him."Geez, why couldn't I have gotten stuck with a tall curvy Dragon girl. Maybe even an elf. It really wouldn't have made much difference, but the fact that I'm stuck with a loli makes my existence all the more depressing."He mumbled to himself as they entered the market.


The place seemed awfully lively. People running around shopping and chatting with one another. A guy, or was it a girl? Being drug around in a net by some bandits. It was exactly the kind of place he hated. So much so that he was considering burying himself alive. However the undead grave digger was caught off guard by a stand serving a familiar treat called ice cream. He walked over to it, looking at the few flavors they had. Before ordering two vanilla for Nom and himself. He headed back towards her, ignoring the screeches coming from the netted person about him being a ghost. Although for some reason the person's voice alone ticked Sod off.

He approached Nom with the two cones and a frown."Here, I got one for you. They looked good, and I know I don't need to eat. But my body kind of acted on its own." He explained to her, taking a lick of his ice cream, some of it ending up on his nose."Eh, taste like nothing as usual.." He confirmed his shoulders drooping even lower than usual."Here, this is wasted on my pallet." He told Nom handing her the cone he had already taken a lick off of. But the whole time he had been listening to the idiotic screeches of the netted fool. His fist clenched, and his veins bulged under his lifeless skin."I've never meet him before in my life... bad choice of words..But anyway, I promise you he'll regret ever screeching out my name." He growled turning towards the bandits, and man. Then standing before the group he stared them all down in a menacing fashion. Gritting his teeth, and clenching his fist he responded to the mans screams."Actually, I'm a zombie. There's a difference you see. Im a walking corpse. Some eat brains, I honestly don't care for the taste myself, and don't need to eat anything....and a ghost..."

He suddenly bent towards the ground digging his hands into the stoney flooring of the market place. Then with his teeth still gritted, and veins still threatening to burst from his skull. He pulled a massive hunk of stone from the ground. Lifting it above his head with ease," And a ghost is what you're about to be!!!!" With that he tossed the massive stone at the group of men, with no consideration for the bandits who just. Had the worse timing ever when it came to capturing the naive, and nice Dana.


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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Happy as a Clam)
    (Interactions: Sad Sod & Nomura )
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    Eck gads! Any sort of reasoning felt like it was crashing down upon him like a bundle of stacked bricks. How could this even be? Granted Sod was someone who could take a lot of punishment but that's only when it came to other people besides himself, Dana couldn't help but memorize in detail of Sod's death! Slitting his own throat right in front of his very eyes and collapsing to the floor as if his soul had vacated his body! He surely must've come back to patronize him back from the dead after all of Dana's irritable shenanigans with him. Screams, wails, and ear piercing shrieks continued to muffle through the fabric wrapped around his mouth, struggling desperately to let out another alarming howl in utter fear of the sight of his long departed friend. Soon Dana's vast imagination took the better of him as he begun gnawing at the stringy nylon of the fish-net at the thought of being potentially possessed by the deceased man not to mention what else he'd do if he managed to get Dana within his ghastly grip.

    Before he knew, Sod grew even closer! Step by step, seemingly inching his way as Dana's skin shuttered with anxiety at the very thought of his approach. Even with all the excitement going on around him from the gathering crowd and the rowdy ruffians trying to silence him, his trembling eyes at no time wandered away from his rugged figure. "This can't be happening!" Dana's muttered with an uneasy tone. Surely they must've saw him, right? How could they miss someone so strange? Perhaps this spectral facade was guilt trying to consume his mind, or he was going crazy! At this point the group of cut-throats speedily hastened their pace, dragging Dana through waves of civilians to avoid drawing an even bigger crowd or gaining the unwanted attention of the local guard. Nevertheless it seemed as if Sod had caught up with them, immediately putting a halt to their advance by standing before them with his ever so 'charming' stare that nearly made one of the bandits heart drop from sudden panic. "Zombie? W-Never mind. Whoever the hell you are, I'd suggest moving before me and my friends decide to gut ya like a fish." A few boisterous haughty chuckles rung out from a few of the men's gaping maws as they continued to walk proudly, thinking they'd push through Sod like common rabble.

    However this wasn't exactly the case as one of the reckless bandits toppled backwards upon bumping into the heavily-build figure, landing on his buttocks in response. "So, you really think you're tough eh? Don't say we didn't warn you." Each of the men drew their own weapon from their sheathes as they snickered underneath their breathe, nonchalantly flailing their blades around as they circled around him like captured prey. Meanwhile Dana was still shivering at Sod's words, what did this even mean? A Walking corpse?! Did that mean... Oh no.. "HE'S GONNA EAT MY BRAINS NOW!" Great, now this time he was even more terrified! Dana scampered around the fishing net out of extreme fear, unknowingly tangling himself in the material and binding himself to the ground as he screeched in horror. A few tense minutes had past before anyone from the pack of brigands decided to attack Sod but before he could even so much as lay a finger on the undead man he was interrupted by his awkward stance, lowering himself to the ground unexpectedly before picking up a ridiculous sized boulder and chucking it at the unaware thugs. "HE'S A FREAK!" One howled, instantly being crushed along with a majority of the cut-throats. "T-this person isn't even human!" Within a matter of seconds the band of marauders darted away, never to be seen in the likes of Aleksa again.

    Dana's quivering throat let out a insecure yelp as he drew his eyes back up at Sod. "Please don't make me into one of your ghost pals, I like being a person." He continued to wiggle nervously at the sight of him before coming to a stand-still as his curiosity deviated. "What if, that event back then didn't kill him?" Dana thought, pressing his index finger against his chin in a musing fashion. Even if having his own throat slit would be almost one-hundred percent fatal, it isn't like Sod survived worse... So this must probably mean. "BUDDY!" Dana yowled as he lept in excitement, shredding through the pattern of rope with a series of wires shooting out from his body before attaching himself to Sod's leg like a lost puppy. "Oh how I missed you! I can't believe it's been so long! Where were you? Where did you go? Oh and who is this?" He pointed at Nomura, wondering why such a small little child is following Sod around.

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Nomura- Aleksa, Sion MarketplaceNomura looked up at Sod and glared a little as he mentioned preferring someone sexier than her as a travel companion, the small dragon huffing slightly. She didn't comment though, not wanting to start anything nor entirely caring. Even if it was a little mean to say that about her. She watched him walk off to get ice-cream, shrugging and staring rather intently at the pie she was waiting on to cool. Of course, she didn't think to offer him any or buy him one knowing Sod generally didn't eat because food tasted terrible. What did surprise her is the fact he got one for her too, "Oh..uh..thank you." She replied, smiling a little and starting to lick at her own. "Tastes good.." She commented, trying to eat it slower as opposed to ramming the cone into her mouth and swallowing it in a few bites.

She blinked as she was given his cone too, staring at it then at him. She was contemplating eating it, not really eating it right away considering a zombie had just licked it. Now she had nothing against Sod...but...still. In the end she shrugged, ate hers, and plopped his on top of the pie. Food was food, she'd probably not get sick from it. Probably. She nodded slowly as Sod assured her he had never met him, now starting to eat her pie and ice-cream whilst watching the show. "Just don't cause too big of a scene." She told him. The pie vendor and several others watched the zombie man walk over to the bandits and screeching idiot, Nomura included with her usual passive expression. She knew despite what she said that he would, in-fact, cause issues. It was all a matter of what he was going to do.

She listened to the conversation, watching him start ripping up the floor. "....Of course.." She muttered, sighing heavily. She watched him chuck the stone at them, actually getting pretty upset at Dana's screeching and hoping the boulder would crush him too. Unfortunately it missed Dana, causing the dragon to sigh. She really, really hoped that Dana didn't actually know him. She could handle travelling with one mentally challenged companion but...two? That's where she drew the line. She arched a brow however as Dana leapt out of the rope that he apparently had been willingly entrapped in and clung to Sod. "Oh boy...here we go.." She muttered, sighing heavily.

She stood from her seat at the pie stand, or rather, hopped from it being vertically challenged and what not, to walk over to Dana and Sod. "I'm Nomura." She spoke. "Who are you and why are you going from screaming about my friend to cuddling him?" She asked, tilting her head curiously. More importantly...he seemed to know who Sod was. That raised several questions...and perhaps warranted him traveling with them, at-least for a little while.​
 
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Sod wasn't really paying attention to the bandits. Nor was he attempting to strike them. But in their foolhardy ways they stood in an angered Sods path. Which is usually guaranteed to get you a face full of something unpleasant. In this case it was a large slab of rock. Which struck what he could only assume was the leader, and a handful of his bandit followers. This of course caused most of the crowd around them to flee in terror, leaving only a handful of awestruck stragglers watching. He wiped the gravel from his hands and looked at the unintentional victims."I told you, I'm simply a walking corpse. It's kind of a bummer you had to get in my way. I was really just aiming for the pest. You could of done me the favor of ending my existence... although from what I've seen this bunch would have probably died not listening to my direction."


Sod's expression changed quickly from rage to his normal bummed out expression. He exhaled in such an unenthusiastic manner, that he seemed like he would just drop dead any moment. Which was how he felt after his rage basically burned him out. It usually took a lot to piss Sod off. But for some reason the unpleasant Lady-man didn't have any issues doing so. This was made clear to Sod when he changed his tune and attached himself to Sods leg, as if he was a child clinging to their parents leg."Geez, you sure do change your mind fast. Weren't you just screaming in terror at the sight of me before? You're odd, and annoying..urgh."


With great restraint, Sod kept still, watching Nom, and Dana's interaction. Trying to keep from murdering him. When a moment to jump in appeared he took it."Firstly, get off me. Second, I have no idea who you are, and I've been traveling with my new bestie I guess you'd call her Nom. Third, and this is real important, so listen closely...GET OFF ME AND GET THE HELL OUTTA MY SIGHT BEFORE I SNAP AGAIN!!" He roared lifting the leg Dana was clinging to and swinging it around like a bull trying to buck the cowboy saddled on its back.

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Ki'Tavi


A certain mischievous feline made his way down the main market street. Now, just by virtue of being a Beast Person, and a large one at that, he drew more than his fair share of looks. Frankly, he was used to the scrutiny at this point in is life. As far as he was concerned, they could look all they want, but they'd never catch him in the act. Not one of the people that watched him casually meander through the streets realized that nearly every stand he passed had an item vanish. Every vendor that glared at him, cast disdainful glances towards him, or otherwise gave him the "stink eye" found themselves missing something: a coin purse, a particularly expensive item from their wares, their belt(as one merchant realized when his pants promptly dropped to the floor mid-negotiations).

You see, Ki'Tavi wasn't an ordinary thief. He was the infamous Shadow Thief, that no good son-of-a-bitch that, by now, had ascended to the level of folklore such that any items going missing were deemed taken by him, and his name was invoked to convince children to behave lest the Shadow Thief come for their toys. Then again, no one had ever caught him in the act, and even the authorities had no real leads as to who he was or what he looked like, other than his oft-exaggerated size. When he stole his Runeblades, his size had been witnessed by one guard, though that same guard recounted him being over eight feet tall. Thus, his moniker had become something of a boogeyman to those with items of value, while his name, on the other hand, remained that of just another lowly Beast Person.

As he made his way through the markets, he couldn't help but notice the commotion a so-called 'zombie' was causing. As far as he was concerned, it was rather perfect for him. He noticed a familiar merchant up ahead. A subtle smirk graced his lips as his stride didn't alter in the slightest. He made sure to watch her eyes as he approached, making it appear as if he were perusing her wares, waiting for the moment his shadow passed over the table and her eyes were either on the spectacle off to the side or focused on him. He had one hand in his pocket, an innocuous act, or so most would think. In truth, he was using that pocket to conceal the fact he had reached into his shadow. Just as the conditions were met: her eyes were off her wares and his shadow was in position, one of the eggs seemed to 'fall' into his shadow. It happened in the few moments it took for his shadow to pass over her stand, a practiced steal that had, to date, never failed him. That's not to say he was never accused. After all, he was a Beast Person, and by default the fall guy in most instances. However, nothing could ever be proven.

Now, that's not to say he knew what it was he took. However, it was shiny and looked valuable. That was all the reason he ultimately needed. His tail swishing around him, he turned his gaze back once more towards the self-proclaimed zombie. Now, if such a claim were real, that'd be interesting.. Perhaps he'd stick around, grab some food and wait for more excitement.

Normally, food was one thing Ki'Tavi generally paid for, and he was a good tipper. However, when someone selling grilled fish turned him away for being a Beast Person, he simply swiped a few skewers when the man's back was turned. Making his way to an unoccupied section of wall in the shadows, he pulled a skewer of fish from his 'pocket' and proceeded to munch on it as he casually observed the scene, amused in the fact he was still within sight of many of the targets he had just stolen from and none had the slightest idea it was him.



 
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Anne Gustav -- Aleksa
A luxurious stand in Avena, the capital of Aleksa.

The longer Anne sat perfectly still in her velvet chair, waving to people as the minutes passed by, the more impatient she grew. Not one person on the increasingly busy street actually bothered talking to her and finding out that the jewelry wasn't just jewelry. Of course, they couldn't rip their eyes off of the sight as they passed, but that didn't help with funds any more than it helped them obtain something useful. Not to mention how frustrated it got her, knowing how little people cared about the concept of a machine that pumped out magic.
Over time, her posture went from perfect to a slouch, and she couldn't help but twirl the drills in her hair around her dainty fingers. Eventually, she rolled her sleeve up her arm and checked the pretty little timepiece wrapped around her wrist. Forty minutes sure did feel like hours to someone left alone with their thoughts. "What a shame," she said as nonchalantly as she could pretend to sound, "That it has to be like this for the entire first half of every shift I work. Oh well. At least I have the privilege of governing my lunch hours." Anne looked down at the table and reached for a lovely pink Egg, a depiction of a doughnut serving as its pin, and squeezed it at its sides. An equally pink glowy substance formed from thin air to form a cheesecake platter and cup of tea, which both had the misfortune of being scarfed down in a somehow ladylike fashion.
She mumbled to herself after allowing the leftover dishes to be sucked back into the device. "I have to admit... it doesn't taste like the real thing." The table, after the Swan Egg was placed into its rightful spot, was back to the way it was, and Anne was officially off of her lunch break. Not that it mattered, because as her eyes caught a figure passing her stand far closer than anyone else, her back perked back up in excitement. For a moment. Until she realized that this "customer" seemed a bit familiar. Obviously, it wasn't just his catlike pupils or furred skin that she recognized, or even put her off. But she did have a few unpleasant memories of finding a few key items missing whenever he was around. It was a shame Anne could never actually make any accusations, because his hands never left his pockets... ever.
For now, all she chose to do was keep her eyes locked on his. At least, until he passed the cloth draped over the canopy, and therefore, her immediate sight. She sighed in relief. A success, she thought smugly and observed the table.
The dessert Swan Egg was gone.

Anne frowned and glared along the streets angrily until she found that same cat boy eating grilled something, hiding under some shade. Clearly he was born a magic user and clearly didn't deserve any of the things he possessed... but just what kind of magic was that? Surely it couldn't be power over the shade! Her stand was too well lit!
As usual, it didn't matter. From her hair she pulled an intricately carved clip, morphed it into her signature Swan Egg, and swiped it through the air. If the kaleidoscope glyph that shone from behind the cat beast was quick enough on the draw, he'd have found himself tangled up in ribbons of yellow. If not? She'd just have to make a plan.​
 
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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Joyful)
    (Interactions: Sad Sod & Nomura )
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    How long was it? Ten, fifteen, Twenty years since they've last saw each other?! Even though he was draped from Sod's leg like a curtain, Dana couldn't help but seem a bit impressed that he hadn't aged any since their last encounter despite him knowing that they both don't exactly 'age' properly. Nevertheless he couldn't stop curiously prodding his index finger into the puffiness of Sod's cheek, further examining him to see if he was a figment of his imagination or not. "Nope you're real alright! It's a good thing i'm not crazy!" A rapturous beaming grin shined from ear to ear as he enveloped his friend's leg as if he were an overbearing leech, not minding Sod's possible will to absolutely murder him for being an utter nuisance. Soon a flood of memories poured into Dana's mind, flushing his former thoughts away and replacing them with old adventures both of them shared together, knowing Dana's chatter-box self, he was unable to stop himself from speaking about such fond events from the ancient past. "I can't believe it! Oh the silly escapades we once had! Remember when we saved that old lady's billy goat from that Gryphon? Oooh or when we got imprisoned for me hugging the queen so both of us had to track through two miles worth of sewage to escape?! Yet for some reason I couldn't help but feel as if you wanted to get away from me, you know with you trying to constantly kill yourself all the time but i'm sure that isn't true."

    Dana vigorously chirped before blissfully screeching while being dangerously swung around on an angry Sod's leg, nearly slipping off but hanging on for dear life as his irate 'buddy' hysterically attempted to knock him off while Dana attentively listened to Nomura's fascinating introduction. A look of confusion run amuck upon Dana's once delightful expression after looking down at the young woman, his eyes shifting back and forth from Nomura to Sod until his jaw loosened with astonishment at his own moronic revelation. "Wait, are you Sod's kid?! Holy Heck! Oh? As for your good ol' dad here, well he's my compadre, my homeslice, my main squeeze. You see, I was formerly your dad's protector! Mainly protecting him from himself but we eventually got separated and I thought he was dead so i-i-i panicked and probably cried for about two days straight but then I went back to my old shenanigans and now here I am with you guys!" Exasperated breathes escaped from the winded Dana as he ended his sentence causing him to accidentally release his grasp making him get catapulted from Sod's leg and straight into a 'conveniently' placed brick-wall that somehow managed to soften the blow. "Good thing this brick wall was here!"

    In due course he ultimately peeled himself off of the wall, additionally wiping off any messy debris that got stuck in his uniform. Astonished members from the crowd watched as the unscathed individual light-heartedly skipped back over to Sod and Nomura, flamboyantly swinging his arms to the side and striking a marvelous pose that ended with a bow including a bunch of wires that spelled out the letters "D-A-N-A" before dispersing through the air and disappearing back into Dana's trusty spindle attached to his utility belt. "My name is Dana, Dana Witzerkat! It's a pleasure to meet you." He replied, brushing the last bit of dust off his pant-legs as a slight huff rushed out from his lips in exhaustion. It had been days since he had gotten a single night of actual sleep, it wasn't surprising that he was unable to defend himself against a bunch of mouth-breathing ruffians such as those who ambushed him. Nomura and Sod must've known their way around this place, it looked like they did anyway! Meaning they probably know where the local inn is at, one with comfy beds that is! "Thank you for saving me from those bandits, by chance do you two know where the local tavern is? It's been a rather long day ha!" Knowing the day that Dana went through, even an hour of rest would feel like an eternity, especially on a nice cozy mattress.
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Sod wasn't really paying attention to the bandits. Nor was he attempting to strike them. But in their foolhardy ways they stood in an angered Sods path. Which is usually guaranteed to get you a face full of something unpleasant. In this case it was a large slab of rock. Which struck what he could only assume was the leader, and a handful of his bandit followers. This of course caused most of the crowd around them to flee in terror, leaving only a handful of awestruck stragglers watching. He wiped the gravel from his hands and looked at the unintentional victims."I told you, I'm simply a walking corpse. It's kind of a bummer you had to get in my way. I was really just aiming for the pest. You could of done me the favor of ending my existence... although from what I've seen this bunch would have probably died not listening to my direction."


Sod's expression changed quickly from rage to his normal bummed out expression. He exhaled in such an unenthusiastic manner, that he seemed like he would just drop dead any moment. Which was how he felt after his rage basically burned him out. It usually took a lot to piss Sod off. But for some reason the unpleasant Lady-man didn't have any issues doing so. This was made clear to Sod when he changed his tune and attached himself to Sods leg, as if he was a child clinging to their parents leg."Geez, you sure do change your mind fast. Weren't you just screaming in terror at the sight of me before? You're odd, and annoying..urgh."


With great restraint, Sod kept still, watching Nom, and Dana's interaction. Trying to keep from murdering him. When a moment to jump in appeared he took it."Firstly, get off me. Second, I have no idea who you are, and I've been traveling with my new bestie I guess you'd call her Nom. Third, and this is real important, so listen closely...GET OFF ME AND GET THE HELL OUTTA MY SIGHT BEFORE I SNAP AGAIN!!" He roared lifting the leg Dana was clinging to and swinging it around like a bull trying to buck the cowboy saddled on its back.

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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion Marketplace. )(Mood: Joyful)
    (Interactions: Sad Sod & Nomura )
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    How long was it? Ten, fifteen, Twenty years since they've last saw each other?! Even though he was draped from Sod's leg like a curtain, Dana couldn't help but seem a bit impressed that he hadn't aged any since their last encounter despite him knowing that they both don't exactly 'age' properly. Nevertheless he couldn't stop curiously prodding his index finger into the puffiness of Sod's cheek, further examining him to see if he was a figment of his imagination or not. "Nope you're real alright! It's a good thing i'm not crazy!" A rapturous beaming grin shined from ear to ear as he enveloped his friend's leg as if he were an overbearing leech, not minding Sod's possible will to absolutely murder him for being an utter nuisance. Soon a flood of memories poured into Dana's mind, flushing his former thoughts away and replacing them with old adventures both of them shared together, knowing Dana's chatter-box self, he was unable to stop himself from speaking about such fond events from the ancient past. "I can't believe it! Oh the silly escapades we once had! Remember when we saved that old lady's billy goat from that Gryphon? Oooh or when we got imprisoned for me hugging the queen so both of us had to track through two miles worth of sewage to escape?! Yet for some reason I couldn't help but feel as if you wanted to get away from me, you know with you trying to constantly kill yourself all the time but i'm sure that isn't true."

    Dana vigorously chirped before blissfully screeching while being dangerously swung around on an angry Sod's leg, nearly slipping off but hanging on for dear life as his irate 'buddy' hysterically attempted to knock him off while Dana attentively listened to Nomura's fascinating introduction. A look of confusion run amuck upon Dana's once delightful expression after looking down at the young woman, his eyes shifting back and forth from Nomura to Sod until his jaw loosened with astonishment at his own moronic revelation. "Wait, are you Sod's kid?! Holy Heck! Oh? As for your good ol' dad here, well he's my compadre, my homeslice, my main squeeze. You see, I was formerly your dad's protector! Mainly protecting him from himself but we eventually got separated and I thought he was dead so i-i-i panicked and probably cried for about two days straight but then I went back to my old shenanigans and now here I am with you guys!" Exasperated breathes escaped from the winded Dana as he ended his sentence causing him to accidentally release his grasp making him get catapulted from Sod's leg and straight into a 'conveniently' placed brick-wall that somehow managed to soften the blow. "Good thing this brick wall was here!"

    In due course he ultimately peeled himself off of the wall, additionally wiping off any messy debris that got stuck in his uniform. Astonished members from the crowd watched as the unscathed individual light-heartedly skipped back over to Sod and Nomura, flamboyantly swinging his arms to the side and striking a marvelous pose that ended with a bow including a bunch of wires that spelled out the letters "D-A-N-A" before dispersing through the air and disappearing back into Dana's trusty spindle attached to his utility belt. "My name is Dana, Dana Witzerkat! It's a pleasure to meet you." He replied, brushing the last bit of dust off his pant-legs as a slight huff rushed out from his lips in exhaustion. It had been days since he had gotten a single night of actual sleep, it wasn't surprising that he was unable to defend himself against a bunch of mouth-breathing ruffians such as those who ambushed him. Nomura and Sod must've known their way around this place, it looked like they did anyway! Meaning they probably know where the local inn is at, one with comfy beds that is! "Thank you for saving me from those bandits, by chance do you two know where the local tavern is? It's been a rather long day ha!" Knowing the day that Dana went through, even an hour of rest would feel like an eternity, especially on a nice cozy mattress.
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Nomura - Aleksa, Sion MarketplaceNomura sighed heavily as Dana spoke. It seemed if he truly did know Sod that he knew him basically as well as she did; a suicidal dude that he had been taking care of. Or, that's what she gathered from his ramblings anyway. She blinked as he mentioned her being Sod's child, the draco looking from Sod to him blankly. She was happy that Sod was currently violently shaking him, even happier that he had smacked into the wall nearby. Honestly if he hadn't Nomura was liable to hit him herself...and well, it'd probably of hurt almost as much as the wall. So...a problem that solved itself she guessed? "Sod is not my dad, not by a long shot." She replied flatly. "I guess you could say that I'm his protector as much as he's my travelling companion." She spoke, looking to the zombie. "And from what you just said you basically served the same role so...no offense but...talking to you isn't gonna get me anywhere." She said, shrugging a bit.

She really wasn't trying to be rude but well...Dana was by far THE most annoying person she had ever dealt with bar Sod. It was like he was actively trying to annoy everyone that he talked to, and right now that'd be her. She wasn't sure what his problem was but she certainly didn't like it at all. "Why exactly were you protecting Sod?" She asked. "Did you just find him at random, or?" She added, curious about at-least that part. Nothing else really interested her. She may be inclined to tell him about the tavern however, if only to get him to go away.​
 

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Were it not for the glow, he'd have been snared without question. One reason he had his back to the wall was because it kept him from having a blind spot should anyone come after him. Therefore, attacking from that near-blind spot would have been a devastating attack. Devastating, that is, if he hadn't caught the glow from the corner of his eye whilst his head was turned. He spun sideways, pirouetting out of the way just as the ribbons shot forth.

Some of the ribbons caught his tail, but those were quickly shredded by his claws before they could do any damage.

His golden eyes darted around for the source of the attack, only to see the egg peddler staring him down. His ears pinned back on his head as he prepared to say something, only for a few shouts next to him to interrupt his thoughts. "Oy, the bloody hell you think you're doing?" An imposing man glared at him from his stand, which now had stray ribbons on it. Of course, he'd get blamed for that...

"Do I look like a magic user to you?" Ki'Tavi quirked an eyebrow. Given how little of his fur was covered, it would have been immediately obvious if he was a magic user, as he'd have the mark somewhere visible.

The man looked him over, noting the lack of mark. "Hmph... well, if it wasn't you, go find somewhere else to loiter. I don't need blood on my wares if whoever did do it tries again." He shooed Kit away as if he were just a child, showing no concern for the Beast Person at all despite seeming to know someone was out to harm him. It figured. Normal humans never gave two shits about Beast People. They'd sooner watch one die than spare a scrap of bread that would otherwise go to the birds.

Kit just shook his head, shoving his hands back in his pockets and starting on his way, though now much more alert. Either that egg-merchant was on to him, or she was particularly violent against Beast Persons. Either way, he didn't much care to stay too close to her any longer.

Then again...

The zombie and his companions were, for lack of a better term, interesting. Perhaps he'd tail them for a bit, in case they had something interesting to filch. At the very least, his curiosity about those strange people kept him from skipping town altogether. At least for the moment.



 
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Sod probably would have busted a blood vessel had his blood vessels not been clogged with black plasma long ago. The smiling lunatic refused to release Sods leg, which only ticked off Sod more. Revitalizing his will to kick Dana off. Of course while he was trying to do this the human tick latched to Sod's leg by the name of Dana, went on about their shared past. It seemed even in his past life Sod was as suicidal as ever, and plagued by persistent pro-lifers.


Upon being freed of his pest, he watched him more or less shrug off being slammed into a wall."Of course, the annoying weirdo from my past has inhuman abilities...why am I not suprised?" He asked himself, sending a glare at the smiling fool. When he accused Nom of being his kid Sod did a heavy eye roll. Was he serious? Nom, and Sod looked nothing alike. Didn't he know a Draco when he saw one?"Don't be stupid, the short one just keeps me from killing myself. Honestly the only reason I don't run off on my own is because she reminds me that I have a mission. So it helps me to hold off from killing myself. I must find out what happened to me. That way it doesn't happen again. Bringing brought back to life is a pain,"Sod scratched his messy raven black hair, and let out a woeful sigh.

He frowned at Nom, lifting her up toward his face with a blank expression on his face."If talking to him won't get us anywhere, then why are we still doing it? Can't we ditch the weirdo and head out to our location? He seems like more trouble than anything... plus his face pisses me off." He whispered to Nom, using his other hand to hide his mouth so Dana would have no idea about what he was saying. Then sent a glare Dana's way due to being annoyed by his dumb smile. He then pointed towards the direction they had come from."Local Tavern is that way. Just keep going through the monster filled forest until you reach the cliffs edge. Then jump off from there. If you reach the pearly gates you've gone too far." He informed Dana hoping he was as stupid as he looked



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Anne Gustav -- Aleksa
Hovering far above the road she was just trying to sell stuff on.

1524689520476.pngAnne took a slight bit of delight in watching the beast person realize he was caught off guard, and also seeing that another less enlightened human used him as a scapegoat for the ribbons, but none of those things brought him justice let alone get her Egg back. She kept a close eye on him, taking into account the streets getting clogged, and thought. Now, the vendor across the street obviously doesn't care for this thief's health, she put a finger to her chin and scanned her surroundings with a hawk's eye on her target, but opening fire may prove a hazard to bystanders. Perhaps I could-- a rock flung across the road interrupted her train of thought. Even her focused mind didn't know how to react to a man shouting at other men, and then another man clinging onto him only to get brushed off with a poisonous tongue. Next to these two were what looked like... a Draco? It wasn't often they were around.
She quickly realized her mind was wandering, and immediately she focused her gaze on the beast person, who both seemed to have caught on to her and was headed to follow the sources of the ruckus. Would it be wise to pursuit him? He did still have have stolen goods, but she needed neither unneeded attention nor for news of her slipup to make it back to base. Then again, if her suspicions were true, having his head on a pike would most certainly be a cause for celebration. And revenge would be sweet.


Furrowing her brows in concentration, Anne swiped her Swan Egg through the air in an intricate pattern. The thought crossed her mind that he'd just dodge ribbons if there were always giant magic symbols that gave away their position. So, instead of casting them over him, she launched herself into the sky through the canopy with a sound that closely resembled the crack of a jet. In her hand was a rifle aimed straight for the beast man. With the pull of its silver trigger, she watched as a ribbon unfurled from its barrel rather than the usual bullet -- just to retain some good PR -- and moved her legs to weave into the sky a web to hang from.

Not that anyone could see from all the way down there, but she seemed almost giddy to show off the kinds of weapons Eggs could be.​
 
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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion )(Mood: Tired)
    (Interactions: Sad Sod & Nomura )
    (Mentions: )


    "W-wuh?" A questionable glare rose from Dana's expression as he offered a confused look back at the young-looking girl. So Sod isn't her father? That's a bit confusing! He couldn't help but think he was related to her somehow! Why else would he be traveling with such a young companion? Besides someone that grumpy would serve as nothing but a Debbie downer to any child within his vicinity, no offense to his ol' buddy Sod but he wasn't someone who would find themselves in a baby-siting role. Nevertheless, that wasn't the most shocking part! Did this preschooler just say she was actually protecting Sod? Ha, that's adorable. "Aw, I bet you are protecting him. I'm so proud of you!" A ridiculous grin emerged on Dana's face as he baby-talked Nomura, patting her on the head as he nonchalantly shrugged off the other comment she made, possibly due to being too preoccupied with how cute this little girl was. Before she could get his hand chomped off by a pissed-off dragon loli, Dana spun around brilliantly, placing his hand underneath his chin in a self-reflecting poise at the birth of his friendship with Sod. "Hm, good question! I don't know me and him were tighter than bark on a tree the first time we met! Inseparable I tell ya, even if he tried bashing his head on a rock to probably get away from me! But all I can really remember is finding him aimlessly wandering around after being blinded by a noise and a white light... Strange huh?"

    Even as he spoke about the incident odd tingling sensations managed to create shivers up Dana's skin, it felt like something was torn away from him or maybe feeling as if he was torn away from someone. Yet it was useless to think about such a fleeting thought, no matter how much he focused on that day he couldn't find an answer for why he felt the way he did but at least he was able to meet Sod from it. "As for the protection thing, it's what friends do! Isn't that right Sod?" Dana cautiously stepped, increasing a bit of distance away from a angered Sod as he shuffled a few feet away, instinctively removing himself from being involved with Sod's unyielding fists of fury until being told about Nomura's identity causing him to spring forward like a rubber-band. "What?! You're a Dragon?!" A hollering bellow voiced itself from his gaping maw as he circled around Nomura in an attempt to find some sort of resemblance to any sort of mythical dragons whether it be finding scales, wings, or anything else. If Dana's intrusive behavior wasn't enough, after acknowledging the existence of a dragon absolute chaos broke out in the market-place at the thought of a destructive creature burning down their homes and eating their loved ones.

    "SION IS BEING ATTACKED BY A DRAGON?"
    "GOOD LORD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
    "I DON'T WANT TO BE A TASTY TREAT!"

    Pedestrians, Nobles, and Guards alike were quickly stricken with fear, parents begun rounding up their children and even placing them underneath their armpits like footballs before speeding away into their humble abodes. Meanwhile Dana stood scratching his head in utter confusion at why everyone was freaking the Hell out, despite being the direct cause of it, only displaying his oblivious tendencies to Sod and Nomura before shrugging off the pandemonium happening in the background and nodding innocently at Sod's sarcastic response, darting his eyes up from Sod's shoulder to the location where he was pointing at. "Oh duh! How could I be so stupid?!" He slapped his forehead in embarrassment before giving Sod a quick hug in appreciation. "An odd place to have an Inn but i'm sure it has wonderful scenery! Anyways, I hope you two enjoy yourselves! Make sure not to go adventuring without me, okay?" He piped up, releasing his leech-like grasp from Sod before jogging away and waving back at both Sod and Nomura before seemingly disappearing from their view.

    (Sorry that it wasn't the best reply but I was really busy with fixing stuff up, I should have a bit more lenience now.)
    ( Solemn Jester Solemn Jester / Mitchs98 Mitchs98 )
 
Edward Jameson

Out in the streets of Britania, Edward was looking a little bored. He strolled around the marketplace looking for anything interesting to buy but nothing caught his eye, he even tried flirting with girls too... (Which also ended in an epic failure...) Running out of options perhaps it would've been best to just head home again. That dusty old temple of a home but still home. Upon arrival he noticed Henry was already back. Realising this, one thought came to Ed's mind. "Hell yea time for food!" With no delay Ed quickened his pace and peered through the door with a smirk on his face. "Yoooooo Henry! What's on the menu tonight?" Considering their current conditions, Edward learned not to be picky about food. However he still severely hoped chicken was involved.

(It's a short post I know but it'll improve once I have more to work with)
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Sad Sod
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Sod probably would have busted a blood vessel had his blood vessels not been clogged with black plasma long ago. The smiling lunatic refused to release Sods leg, which only ticked off Sod more. Revitalizing his will to kick Dana off. Of course while he was trying to do this the human tick latched to Sod's leg by the name of Dana, went on about their shared past. It seemed even in his past life Sod was as suicidal as ever, and plagued by persistent pro-lifers.


Upon being freed of his pest, he watched him more or less shrug off being slammed into a wall."Of course, the annoying weirdo from my past has inhuman abilities...why am I not suprised?" He asked himself, sending a glare at the smiling fool. When he accused Nom of being his kid Sod did a heavy eye roll. Was he serious? Nom, and Sod looked nothing alike. Didn't he know a Draco when he saw one?"Don't be stupid, the short one just keeps me from killing myself. Honestly the only reason I don't run off on my own is because she reminds me that I have a mission. So it helps me to hold off from killing myself. I must find out what happened to me. That way it doesn't happen again. Bringing brought back to life is a pain,"Sod scratched his messy raven black hair, and let out a woeful sigh.

He frowned at Nom, lifting her up toward his face with a blank expression on his face."If talking to him won't get us anywhere, then why are we still doing it? Can't we ditch the weirdo and head out to our location? He seems like more trouble than anything... plus his face pisses me off." He whispered to Nom, using his other hand to hide his mouth so Dana would have no idea about what he was saying. Then sent a glare Dana's way due to being annoyed by his dumb smile. He then pointed towards the direction they had come from."Local Tavern is that way. Just keep going through the monster filled forest until you reach the cliffs edge. Then jump off from there. If you reach the pearly gates you've gone too far." He informed Dana hoping he was as stupid as he looked



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Dana S. Witzerkat ~ The Smiling Assassin

  • (Location: Aleksa, Sion )(Mood: Tired)
    (Interactions: Sad Sod & Nomura )
    (Mentions: )


    "W-wuh?" A questionable glare rose from Dana's expression as he offered a confused look back at the young-looking girl. So Sod isn't her father? That's a bit confusing! He couldn't help but think he was related to her somehow! Why else would he be traveling with such a young companion? Besides someone that grumpy would serve as nothing but a Debbie downer to any child within his vicinity, no offense to his ol' buddy Sod but he wasn't someone who would find themselves in a baby-siting role. Nevertheless, that wasn't the most shocking part! Did this preschooler just say she was actually protecting Sod? Ha, that's adorable. "Aw, I bet you are protecting him. I'm so proud of you!" A ridiculous grin emerged on Dana's face as he baby-talked Nomura, patting her on the head as he nonchalantly shrugged off the other comment she made, possibly due to being too preoccupied with how cute this little girl was. Before she could get his hand chomped off by a pissed-off dragon loli, Dana spun around brilliantly, placing his hand underneath his chin in a self-reflecting poise at the birth of his friendship with Sod. "Hm, good question! I don't know me and him were tighter than bark on a tree the first time we met! Inseparable I tell ya, even if he tried bashing his head on a rock to probably get away from me! But all I can really remember is finding him aimlessly wandering around after being blinded by a noise and a white light... Strange huh?"

    Even as he spoke about the incident odd tingling sensations managed to create shivers up Dana's skin, it felt like something was torn away from him or maybe feeling as if he was torn away from someone. Yet it was useless to think about such a fleeting thought, no matter how much he focused on that day he couldn't find an answer for why he felt the way he did but at least he was able to meet Sod from it. "As for the protection thing, it's what friends do! Isn't that right Sod?" Dana cautiously stepped, increasing a bit of distance away from a angered Sod as he shuffled a few feet away, instinctively removing himself from being involved with Sod's unyielding fists of fury until being told about Nomura's identity causing him to spring forward like a rubber-band. "What?! You're a Dragon?!" A hollering bellow voiced itself from his gaping maw as he circled around Nomura in an attempt to find some sort of resemblance to any sort of mythical dragons whether it be finding scales, wings, or anything else. If Dana's intrusive behavior wasn't enough, after acknowledging the existence of a dragon absolute chaos broke out in the market-place at the thought of a destructive creature burning down their homes and eating their loved ones.

    "SION IS BEING ATTACKED BY A DRAGON?"
    "GOOD LORD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
    "I DON'T WANT TO BE A TASTY TREAT!"

    Pedestrians, Nobles, and Guards alike were quickly stricken with fear, parents begun rounding up their children and even placing them underneath their armpits like footballs before speeding away into their humble abodes. Meanwhile Dana stood scratching his head in utter confusion at why everyone was freaking the Hell out, despite being the direct cause of it, only displaying his oblivious tendencies to Sod and Nomura before shrugging off the pandemonium happening in the background and nodding innocently at Sod's sarcastic response, darting his eyes up from Sod's shoulder to the location where he was pointing at. "Oh duh! How could I be so stupid?!" He slapped his forehead in embarrassment before giving Sod a quick hug in appreciation. "An odd place to have an Inn but i'm sure it has wonderful scenery! Anyways, I hope you two enjoy yourselves! Make sure not to go adventuring without me, okay?" He piped up, releasing his leech-like grasp from Sod before jogging away and waving back at both Sod and Nomura before seemingly disappearing from their view.

    (Sorry that it wasn't the best reply but I was really busy with fixing stuff up, I should have a bit more lenience now.)
    ( Solemn Jester Solemn Jester / Mitchs98 Mitchs98 )
Nomura - Aleksa, Sion MarketplaceNomura looked to Sod as he referred to her as 'the short one', the girl staring blankly for a bit before sighing. At his question she shrugged, "Well he may actually know something and all. He just seems a bit dumb, really." She replied. Who know, maybe Dana did know something and he was just too...Dana...to remember it. She highly doubted it however, though she guessed humoring him and being positive couldn't really hurt anything. She did however actually start getting angry, and very much so, as he started insulting and talking down to her. She growled lowly as he patted her on the head, indeed about to remove his hand from his arm, though he luckily pulled away in time. She didn't say anything, rather she intensely glared at Dana. It was rare for her to be anything but stoic, much less actually looking like she was ready to have a fresh Dana steak, but Dana had managed to do the one thing that set her off rather easily.

She did however find the mention of the sound and bright light interesting however, maybe it did have something to do with him losing his memory. What exactly she wasn't sure but if what he was saying had truth to it...it was worth trying to investigate to see if anyone else had seen it. At his shock to her being a dragon she blinked, sighing as everyone of course started to panic. People really were stupid weren't they? She had though Dana was stupid, but boy, the whole town certainly took the cake. "No, I'm a Draco, I guess we're sort of similar being distant cousins to dragons.." She explained. Her jaw dropped however as Dana believed Sod's very blatant and obvious sarcasm, the petite female watching the odd quirky he-she walk away. "What...the...hell..?" She asked. "Did...he...seriously believe you?" She asked, looking up at Sod, then in the direction he had taken. She was absolutely dumbfounded. How Dana was still alive was a mystery at this point.​
 

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