ChiaRoseKuro
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Two Blind People Fumbling In The Dark [OreoCookies x HeartsAbyss]
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Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
A daughter of the Kiseva House must not lose her composure. She must always remain regal and stoic even under duress.
Amelias repeated that to herself mentally for the nth time. She took another deep breath to calm her racing heart down and clenched her fists before forcing herself to relax them. Pushing past the doors of The Crimson Court, one hand on the black owl seated on her left shoulder, she emerged onto a busy avenue. A few adventurers like her held dejected expressions. All had been rejected like her.
Anger exploded in her and she turned her sharp magenta gaze on an unfortunate woman. By the time she realised she had unintentionally scared her away, it was too late. She schooled her features again and hoped her seething anger could not be seen. But thinking back to the botched interview still inflamed her. Her right eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
She exhaled heavily and stalked off, hoping to find a good restaurant. There was simply no way she could head back home now after telling her family she would join The Crimson Court. Not even her sister could shield her from what would come next.
A daughter of the Kiseva House must not lose her composure. She must always remain regal and stoic even under duress.
Amelias repeated that to herself mentally for the nth time. She took another deep breath to calm her racing heart down and clenched her fists before forcing herself to relax them. Pushing past the doors of The Crimson Court, one hand on the black owl seated on her left shoulder, she emerged onto a busy avenue. A few adventurers like her held dejected expressions. All had been rejected like her.
Anger exploded in her and she turned her sharp magenta gaze on an unfortunate woman. By the time she realised she had unintentionally scared her away, it was too late. She schooled her features again and hoped her seething anger could not be seen. But thinking back to the botched interview still inflamed her. Her right eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
She exhaled heavily and stalked off, hoping to find a good restaurant. There was simply no way she could head back home now after telling her family she would join The Crimson Court. Not even her sister could shield her from what would come next.
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ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
He'd spent all of yesterday packing his bag (and trying to figure out which plushies he could leave behind and which he couldn't-- that had taken him all around three hours, really, and that hadn't been including all the other necessities he'd needed) and setting those alarm clocks so he'd get there on time. The calendar and its minute, hastily scrawled addition had been checked again and again, partly to ascertain if he'd gotten it mixed up and partly because there was nothing else for him to do, not after he'd tried to get to sleep and failed miserably. He'd miraculously woken up on time, gotten out on time (after feeding a lie to his folks about picking up more medicine or whatever; he'd forgotten what he'd told them, in all honesty) and then arrived on time, as per his cunning plan, and everything was peachy, everything was fine.
The Crimson Court loomed majestic and awe-inspiring before Jaye, and he knew-- with glaring certainty-- that he'd be seeing its hallowed interior for the first time ever tomorrow, when the recruitment session opened up. It had just never crossed his mind that, in his befuddled state, he could've circled the day just one after the actual recruitment date, but that'd come later.
For now, though, Jaye was going to pitch a tent one-handed (because god forbid he put down his good luck plushie or actually risk entering a dirty tavern-- one of his folks had caught some sort of foot fungus after sleeping in their bed, and he wasn't going to risk that now, was he?) and hunker down, ready for tomorrow's activities.
Right after he picked himself up from the rather angry-looking lady he'd crashed into while he'd been daydreaming (or evening dreaming, as it were) and walking blindly about.
He'd spent all of yesterday packing his bag (and trying to figure out which plushies he could leave behind and which he couldn't-- that had taken him all around three hours, really, and that hadn't been including all the other necessities he'd needed) and setting those alarm clocks so he'd get there on time. The calendar and its minute, hastily scrawled addition had been checked again and again, partly to ascertain if he'd gotten it mixed up and partly because there was nothing else for him to do, not after he'd tried to get to sleep and failed miserably. He'd miraculously woken up on time, gotten out on time (after feeding a lie to his folks about picking up more medicine or whatever; he'd forgotten what he'd told them, in all honesty) and then arrived on time, as per his cunning plan, and everything was peachy, everything was fine.
The Crimson Court loomed majestic and awe-inspiring before Jaye, and he knew-- with glaring certainty-- that he'd be seeing its hallowed interior for the first time ever tomorrow, when the recruitment session opened up. It had just never crossed his mind that, in his befuddled state, he could've circled the day just one after the actual recruitment date, but that'd come later.
For now, though, Jaye was going to pitch a tent one-handed (because god forbid he put down his good luck plushie or actually risk entering a dirty tavern-- one of his folks had caught some sort of foot fungus after sleeping in their bed, and he wasn't going to risk that now, was he?) and hunker down, ready for tomorrow's activities.
Right after he picked himself up from the rather angry-looking lady he'd crashed into while he'd been daydreaming (or evening dreaming, as it were) and walking blindly about.
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Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Pain flared up in Amelias. She looked up to see who had knocked her over and was slightly embarrassed to see how much he towered over her. Height, among many other things, was not something she had been gifted with. It did make her wonder about her heritage sometimes.
She picked herself up and gave up on trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Her owl returned to her shoulder. Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes at Jaye and gave him a once over and... Was that a tent? Then she realised she should probably say something instead of judging him in cold silence. She swallowed thickly and her mind blanked.
"What are you doing here?" she blurted out, tone taking on an edge of harshness. Everything else she wanted to say had fled her mind.
Pain flared up in Amelias. She looked up to see who had knocked her over and was slightly embarrassed to see how much he towered over her. Height, among many other things, was not something she had been gifted with. It did make her wonder about her heritage sometimes.
She picked herself up and gave up on trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Her owl returned to her shoulder. Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes at Jaye and gave him a once over and... Was that a tent? Then she realised she should probably say something instead of judging him in cold silence. She swallowed thickly and her mind blanked.
"What are you doing here?" she blurted out, tone taking on an edge of harshness. Everything else she wanted to say had fled her mind.
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ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
The first thing Jaye had registered, as he plummeted down to the hard pavement beneath, was that his good luck plushie was going to get dirtied. Nothing could prevent him from watching it slip out of his loose hold and thud dully onto the dusty street, though, and a little part of him died a little at the accusing glare he could just feel from his plushie as its bright yellow coat, once so gay in the fading light, was tarnished by the day's muck. The next thing he'd then noticed, as he picked himself up from where he sprawled face-down on the ground, was the rather short female beneath him. It probably wasn't her fault that he'd bumped into her, but he still couldn't help the flare of annoyance that passed through him at the sight of her, lying just bare centimetres from where his plushie fell.
"Well, there goes my luck," Jaye muttered darkly to himself, ignoring the girl to pick up his plushie and dust off as much as he could from the stained yellow fabric. Already, he could feel his good fortune draining away, petering out until only the dregs of his easy cheer were left, but now was not the time for self-pity. Now was the time to turn to that girl and ask why she hadn't been looking around while she'd been walking around (and casually ignore the fact that he'd failed to do the same thing)... right after he digested her, frankly, ridiculous question.
"What am I doing here?" Jaye echoed. "Why, little miss, I'm staking out a spot so I can get in first, when The Crimson Court's doors first open tomorrow morning and they start recruiting members. You'd best come earlier if you're planning to do the same, you know-- that is, get in first. Those taverns of Altvea's aren't exactly close by, after all, and I've already got an advantage over you~" And with a cheery grin that he didn't feel in the slightest, he finally gave up on dusting his plushie and settled for dusting his pants.
With that conversation done, the girl's presence was just as important as everyone else's to Jaye-- which was to say that it was as unimportant as things could get. If he wanted to set up his tent before the night truly came on, he'd better move fast.
The first thing Jaye had registered, as he plummeted down to the hard pavement beneath, was that his good luck plushie was going to get dirtied. Nothing could prevent him from watching it slip out of his loose hold and thud dully onto the dusty street, though, and a little part of him died a little at the accusing glare he could just feel from his plushie as its bright yellow coat, once so gay in the fading light, was tarnished by the day's muck. The next thing he'd then noticed, as he picked himself up from where he sprawled face-down on the ground, was the rather short female beneath him. It probably wasn't her fault that he'd bumped into her, but he still couldn't help the flare of annoyance that passed through him at the sight of her, lying just bare centimetres from where his plushie fell.
"Well, there goes my luck," Jaye muttered darkly to himself, ignoring the girl to pick up his plushie and dust off as much as he could from the stained yellow fabric. Already, he could feel his good fortune draining away, petering out until only the dregs of his easy cheer were left, but now was not the time for self-pity. Now was the time to turn to that girl and ask why she hadn't been looking around while she'd been walking around (and casually ignore the fact that he'd failed to do the same thing)... right after he digested her, frankly, ridiculous question.
"What am I doing here?" Jaye echoed. "Why, little miss, I'm staking out a spot so I can get in first, when The Crimson Court's doors first open tomorrow morning and they start recruiting members. You'd best come earlier if you're planning to do the same, you know-- that is, get in first. Those taverns of Altvea's aren't exactly close by, after all, and I've already got an advantage over you~" And with a cheery grin that he didn't feel in the slightest, he finally gave up on dusting his plushie and settled for dusting his pants.
With that conversation done, the girl's presence was just as important as everyone else's to Jaye-- which was to say that it was as unimportant as things could get. If he wanted to set up his tent before the night truly came on, he'd better move fast.
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Though mildly intrigued at the great care which he treated his plushie with, Amelias refrained from asking. The sour look he wore told her he wouldn't be interested in answering her with any ounce of sincerity. She felt Alartas shift on her shoulder, barely registering the pain that came from his claws digging in. The claymore on her back felt a little heavier. The longer the man took to respond, the stronger the urge to just stammer out an excuse and speed off became. But he spoke at last.
And it was utterly ridiculous.
Okay, wait, she told herself, there were people who were as every bit foolish as they came. It wasn't that surprising to meet someone like that in Altvea. Though she did expect someone who wanted to join The Crimson Court to be a little more...dedicated?
She gave him a slight pained expression as she debated internally to tell him or just scoff and walk off. She wasn't like her family, she decided. The fake grin on his face irked her immensely however.
"You fool," she stated flatly. "The recruitment's today and it ended a while ago." Oh gods, please don't fight me.
Though mildly intrigued at the great care which he treated his plushie with, Amelias refrained from asking. The sour look he wore told her he wouldn't be interested in answering her with any ounce of sincerity. She felt Alartas shift on her shoulder, barely registering the pain that came from his claws digging in. The claymore on her back felt a little heavier. The longer the man took to respond, the stronger the urge to just stammer out an excuse and speed off became. But he spoke at last.
And it was utterly ridiculous.
Okay, wait, she told herself, there were people who were as every bit foolish as they came. It wasn't that surprising to meet someone like that in Altvea. Though she did expect someone who wanted to join The Crimson Court to be a little more...dedicated?
She gave him a slight pained expression as she debated internally to tell him or just scoff and walk off. She wasn't like her family, she decided. The fake grin on his face irked her immensely however.
"You fool," she stated flatly. "The recruitment's today and it ended a while ago." Oh gods, please don't fight me.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Jaye had just about dusted his pants to a state no better than his plushie's when he noticed that he was, surprisingly, not quite as alone as he'd thought he would be. A glance upwards confirmed the strange sensation brewing in his gut; the girl he'd bumped into (or, more like, fell onto) still hadn't moved from her spot, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. She certainly looked like she had reason enough to move-- her face was weirdly contorted, almost as though she needed to take a dump , and for a moment he seriously contemplated pointing her to the nearest toilet-- but... she just wasn't. Maybe he was going to get an apology for her dirtying his plushie (though that, in itself, was wishful thinking; but then again, he was a dreamer for a reason).
Before Jaye could unfurl from his hunched over position or even hope to open his mouth, though, the unknown girl shattered his world with eleven simple words. Eleven simple words that almost made him fall flat on his back, eleven simple words that startled a gasp right out of him, and eleven simple words that almost, almost, made his eyes glaze over in startling overtones of red.
"The recruitment's today?!" Jaye all but shrieked, standing up so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash. "But I swear I circled the correct date on my calendar!" Frantic eyes darted to the imposing doors and back to the girl, wondering for a fleeting moment if she'd been mean enough to play a prank on him-- but one look into her flat eyes (or eye, rather) was enough to convince him that it wasn't a practical joke. With a groan and an agitated ruffle of his hair, he plopped back onto the ground and stared despondently at the sky, before he huffed out a hollow, "Well, I guess I'd better go buy some herbs and go back home, then..."
But before Jaye acted on his unconsciously voiced thought, another one suddenly struck him, and he found himself staring back up at the girl as he debated voicing it aloud, too. Seeing as he didn't exactly have anything to lose, though, he hugged his plushie a little tighter and blinked for a few seconds, before he curiously asked, "So, uh... not to pry or anything, but... you didn't get in, did you? Otherwise you'd probably look a little happier if you'd been made The Crimson Court's newest guild member, you know?"
Jaye had just about dusted his pants to a state no better than his plushie's when he noticed that he was, surprisingly, not quite as alone as he'd thought he would be. A glance upwards confirmed the strange sensation brewing in his gut; the girl he'd bumped into (or, more like, fell onto) still hadn't moved from her spot, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. She certainly looked like she had reason enough to move-- her face was weirdly contorted, almost as though she needed to take a dump , and for a moment he seriously contemplated pointing her to the nearest toilet-- but... she just wasn't. Maybe he was going to get an apology for her dirtying his plushie (though that, in itself, was wishful thinking; but then again, he was a dreamer for a reason).
Before Jaye could unfurl from his hunched over position or even hope to open his mouth, though, the unknown girl shattered his world with eleven simple words. Eleven simple words that almost made him fall flat on his back, eleven simple words that startled a gasp right out of him, and eleven simple words that almost, almost, made his eyes glaze over in startling overtones of red.
"The recruitment's today?!" Jaye all but shrieked, standing up so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash. "But I swear I circled the correct date on my calendar!" Frantic eyes darted to the imposing doors and back to the girl, wondering for a fleeting moment if she'd been mean enough to play a prank on him-- but one look into her flat eyes (or eye, rather) was enough to convince him that it wasn't a practical joke. With a groan and an agitated ruffle of his hair, he plopped back onto the ground and stared despondently at the sky, before he huffed out a hollow, "Well, I guess I'd better go buy some herbs and go back home, then..."
But before Jaye acted on his unconsciously voiced thought, another one suddenly struck him, and he found himself staring back up at the girl as he debated voicing it aloud, too. Seeing as he didn't exactly have anything to lose, though, he hugged his plushie a little tighter and blinked for a few seconds, before he curiously asked, "So, uh... not to pry or anything, but... you didn't get in, did you? Otherwise you'd probably look a little happier if you'd been made The Crimson Court's newest guild member, you know?"
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
An honest mistake, Amelias mused. She had heard of people missing recruitment for a variety of reasons but this was the first time she ever met one who had (though this was her first time out in the world). She watched him with undisguised curiosity. She had never seen someone so unrestrained in a show of emotions. Most of the people she interacted with prided themselves a lot on maintaining grace and composure. If one looked closer, they would have spotted a bright spark of excitement in her left eye.
She was right. There were so much to be seen outside of the high walls of her birthplace.
Then the man facing her asked his next question surprisingly not as hostile as earlier. She blanched at it. There was nothing to hide, however. She tried to comfort herself that she wasn't the only one rejected and at least she tried.
"Unfortunately...no," she admitted sheepishly. "They rejected so many of us today." Memories of the utterly packed streets flooded back to mind and she sighed. She was glad though. The more she talked with him, the more at ease she felt though her back still felt as tense as ever.
An honest mistake, Amelias mused. She had heard of people missing recruitment for a variety of reasons but this was the first time she ever met one who had (though this was her first time out in the world). She watched him with undisguised curiosity. She had never seen someone so unrestrained in a show of emotions. Most of the people she interacted with prided themselves a lot on maintaining grace and composure. If one looked closer, they would have spotted a bright spark of excitement in her left eye.
She was right. There were so much to be seen outside of the high walls of her birthplace.
Then the man facing her asked his next question surprisingly not as hostile as earlier. She blanched at it. There was nothing to hide, however. She tried to comfort herself that she wasn't the only one rejected and at least she tried.
"Unfortunately...no," she admitted sheepishly. "They rejected so many of us today." Memories of the utterly packed streets flooded back to mind and she sighed. She was glad though. The more she talked with him, the more at ease she felt though her back still felt as tense as ever.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
It was probably a little rude of him to sit in the middle of the street while people passed him by, eyeing his seated figure with ill-disguised unease or distaste as they hurried just a little more, but trekking for a whole day to find that he'd done it all for nothing was... just a little tiring, in Jaye's opinion. Yawning a little and shuffling about so that his feet were a little wider apart, he blinked up owlishly at the girl as she thought about his response and wondered, not for the first or last time, if his parents were thinking about him back at home. Not that it mattered when he'd subtly renounced their ways and eventually drifted out of the house in pursuit of something better, though, but he couldn't help it anyway. They, at least, would've probably sympathised with him a little-- not like this girl, who stood and stared at him.
Tiring of the way he had to crane his neck up to look at her, Jaye stood with an almost lazy grace and dusted off his bottom with one unoccupied hand. It didn't seem as the girl liked his question very much, if the mild pallidness of her features were anything to go by, but he'd never been known for his tact and he wasn't going to start on improving it anytime soon. Nodding in sympathy at her rejection-- she may have dirtied his good luck plushie, but it didn't mean she was any less deserving of condolences when so many people's hopes were hung upon joining an elitist guild, especially one like The Crimson Court-- he reached over and patted her on the back, before he uttered a simple "Ah well, maybe you'll get in next time." Tactless he might be, but saying something like he was glad he wasn't the only person who didn't get in was just downright rude, and even he knew enough to keep that to himself.
But now came Jaye's dilemma at the girl's response. He'd been more than happy to go on his way and apply for the other guilds, but most of them were only fledgling ones and were even less certain about offering a path to fame and glory than his family's path. Going back was an option, but it was one which he didn't want to take; there was no way he'd become some backline priest pandering to someone else for the rest of his life. He could eke out a living in Altvea, but what sort of practical skills did he have, other than his rather useless ability to fix old plushies and ignore alarm clocks? A light frown twisted on his lip, and it was only after a while that he remembered the girl was still standing before him.
Uncertain of what to say, Jaye eventually shrugged and uttered the first thing on his mind, which was a rather random, "Anyhow, I'm Jaye. Who're you, anyway?"
It was probably a little rude of him to sit in the middle of the street while people passed him by, eyeing his seated figure with ill-disguised unease or distaste as they hurried just a little more, but trekking for a whole day to find that he'd done it all for nothing was... just a little tiring, in Jaye's opinion. Yawning a little and shuffling about so that his feet were a little wider apart, he blinked up owlishly at the girl as she thought about his response and wondered, not for the first or last time, if his parents were thinking about him back at home. Not that it mattered when he'd subtly renounced their ways and eventually drifted out of the house in pursuit of something better, though, but he couldn't help it anyway. They, at least, would've probably sympathised with him a little-- not like this girl, who stood and stared at him.
Tiring of the way he had to crane his neck up to look at her, Jaye stood with an almost lazy grace and dusted off his bottom with one unoccupied hand. It didn't seem as the girl liked his question very much, if the mild pallidness of her features were anything to go by, but he'd never been known for his tact and he wasn't going to start on improving it anytime soon. Nodding in sympathy at her rejection-- she may have dirtied his good luck plushie, but it didn't mean she was any less deserving of condolences when so many people's hopes were hung upon joining an elitist guild, especially one like The Crimson Court-- he reached over and patted her on the back, before he uttered a simple "Ah well, maybe you'll get in next time." Tactless he might be, but saying something like he was glad he wasn't the only person who didn't get in was just downright rude, and even he knew enough to keep that to himself.
But now came Jaye's dilemma at the girl's response. He'd been more than happy to go on his way and apply for the other guilds, but most of them were only fledgling ones and were even less certain about offering a path to fame and glory than his family's path. Going back was an option, but it was one which he didn't want to take; there was no way he'd become some backline priest pandering to someone else for the rest of his life. He could eke out a living in Altvea, but what sort of practical skills did he have, other than his rather useless ability to fix old plushies and ignore alarm clocks? A light frown twisted on his lip, and it was only after a while that he remembered the girl was still standing before him.
Uncertain of what to say, Jaye eventually shrugged and uttered the first thing on his mind, which was a rather random, "Anyhow, I'm Jaye. Who're you, anyway?"
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Too late, Amelias realised she could have sat on the street with the tall man. But he had already stood up. She wavered between apologising or not and went for the latter after much hesitation. She managed to control her expression when he reached over and patted her on the back. It reminded her a little of when her older sister would ruffle her hair affectionately. Still, she disliked being touched by anyone else apart from her. But Amelias didn't voice that since he didn't know.
Her lips twitched a little at his next words. If things were going the way she thought it was, then there would be no next time. The thought of joining another guild crossed her mind again. She could do that and it might even be better, but she wasn't sure. She hadn't come all the way here to head back empty, on the other hand. And she had sworn to herself to not ask Leisl for help anymore.
Well, she had no more business standing here anymore, she thought. She could find a place for dinner. But before she could bid the stranger farewell, he spoke.
"Amelias," she answered deciding to leave her family name out. The Kisevas were rather well-known in the world of magic and she wanted to estrange herself from them as much as possible. "I'm an aspiring knight. Um, are you going to sleep there tonight?" She gestured to the tent.
Too late, Amelias realised she could have sat on the street with the tall man. But he had already stood up. She wavered between apologising or not and went for the latter after much hesitation. She managed to control her expression when he reached over and patted her on the back. It reminded her a little of when her older sister would ruffle her hair affectionately. Still, she disliked being touched by anyone else apart from her. But Amelias didn't voice that since he didn't know.
Her lips twitched a little at his next words. If things were going the way she thought it was, then there would be no next time. The thought of joining another guild crossed her mind again. She could do that and it might even be better, but she wasn't sure. She hadn't come all the way here to head back empty, on the other hand. And she had sworn to herself to not ask Leisl for help anymore.
Well, she had no more business standing here anymore, she thought. She could find a place for dinner. But before she could bid the stranger farewell, he spoke.
"Amelias," she answered deciding to leave her family name out. The Kisevas were rather well-known in the world of magic and she wanted to estrange herself from them as much as possible. "I'm an aspiring knight. Um, are you going to sleep there tonight?" She gestured to the tent.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Unaware of the girl's discomfort at his awkward pats on her back, and still partially immersed in his own thoughts, it took a while for Jaye to realize that the girl had replied with her name and that it'd pretty much flown over his head. Well, that wasn't quite correct: he'd caught the first part of it, Amy something or another, but goodness knew what the last part was. But the chances of him meeting her in the vast city was probably quite low, especially since he was probably going to make sure he got the right date next year and then visit all the other guilds, too, and not just The Crimson Court, so it didn't really matter anyway. Even if she did seem like an interesting, if not mildly uptight and uncomfortable, soul.
"A knight, huh?" Jaye echoed, instead of replying with an embarrassed query for her name. He knew very little outside of what his family had taught him, but from what he remembered the knights were practically armoured powerhouses founded on strength, and nothing else. Oh, and they probably don't know anything about healing, too, was the next thought that floated through his head as he nodded a little airily and smiled, far warmer and more genuine than the first time around. Yes, it was probably a good thing that he wouldn't be seeing her around again; he wanted to be something other than a boring old Druid, something that would make his name ring across the kingdom, and... hiding behind someone was definitely not going to get him anywhere. "Hm, well, good luck with your plans, then.
"As for where I'm going to sleep..." A quiet laugh puffed past his lips as Jaye eyed his tent, before he added, "Yeah, that's my lodgings for the night. I'd sleep in a tavern, but one of my folks got a foot fungus once and I kinda like my feet as they are." He wriggled his feet surreptitiously and yawned again. "But you don't need to worry about me, I'm used to roughing it out. Go about your business if you need to; don't let me keep you here, out in this terribly dry night~"
And with that, Jaye grinned down at her, before he turned back to his tent and began doing what he should've done a long time ago-- setting it up one-handed, ready for a mildly uncomfortable night out on the pavement. With any luck, he'd manage to last the night without someone kicking him off the street, tent and all... and then worry about the herbs he'd need to get for his dad tomorrow.
Unaware of the girl's discomfort at his awkward pats on her back, and still partially immersed in his own thoughts, it took a while for Jaye to realize that the girl had replied with her name and that it'd pretty much flown over his head. Well, that wasn't quite correct: he'd caught the first part of it, Amy something or another, but goodness knew what the last part was. But the chances of him meeting her in the vast city was probably quite low, especially since he was probably going to make sure he got the right date next year and then visit all the other guilds, too, and not just The Crimson Court, so it didn't really matter anyway. Even if she did seem like an interesting, if not mildly uptight and uncomfortable, soul.
"A knight, huh?" Jaye echoed, instead of replying with an embarrassed query for her name. He knew very little outside of what his family had taught him, but from what he remembered the knights were practically armoured powerhouses founded on strength, and nothing else. Oh, and they probably don't know anything about healing, too, was the next thought that floated through his head as he nodded a little airily and smiled, far warmer and more genuine than the first time around. Yes, it was probably a good thing that he wouldn't be seeing her around again; he wanted to be something other than a boring old Druid, something that would make his name ring across the kingdom, and... hiding behind someone was definitely not going to get him anywhere. "Hm, well, good luck with your plans, then.
"As for where I'm going to sleep..." A quiet laugh puffed past his lips as Jaye eyed his tent, before he added, "Yeah, that's my lodgings for the night. I'd sleep in a tavern, but one of my folks got a foot fungus once and I kinda like my feet as they are." He wriggled his feet surreptitiously and yawned again. "But you don't need to worry about me, I'm used to roughing it out. Go about your business if you need to; don't let me keep you here, out in this terribly dry night~"
And with that, Jaye grinned down at her, before he turned back to his tent and began doing what he should've done a long time ago-- setting it up one-handed, ready for a mildly uncomfortable night out on the pavement. With any luck, he'd manage to last the night without someone kicking him off the street, tent and all... and then worry about the herbs he'd need to get for his dad tomorrow.
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Amelias was not sure how to take Jaye's response. His tone was indecipherable and though it left her feeling a little uncomfortable, she shrugged it off. It did not matter what others thought of her profession. Scrutinising him, it seemed like he hadn't figured out her species. Though it was not as if she looked anything close to a high elf save her blonde hair and, well, that was common. Her pointed ears were hidden under her hair too. The warm smile he graced her with made her frown a little. What was going on in his head?
"I'm not worried about you," she corrected immediately. He seemed a little more amiable now and her magenta gaze drifted to his dirtied plushie. Did it have anything to do with that? She looked back at him and inclined her head. "Have a good night, Jaye."
With that, she walked off now much calmer. Alartas preened himself a little on her shoulder before fluttering his wings and settling down again. Now, to actually get some dinner.
Amelias was not sure how to take Jaye's response. His tone was indecipherable and though it left her feeling a little uncomfortable, she shrugged it off. It did not matter what others thought of her profession. Scrutinising him, it seemed like he hadn't figured out her species. Though it was not as if she looked anything close to a high elf save her blonde hair and, well, that was common. Her pointed ears were hidden under her hair too. The warm smile he graced her with made her frown a little. What was going on in his head?
"I'm not worried about you," she corrected immediately. He seemed a little more amiable now and her magenta gaze drifted to his dirtied plushie. Did it have anything to do with that? She looked back at him and inclined her head. "Have a good night, Jaye."
With that, she walked off now much calmer. Alartas preened himself a little on her shoulder before fluttering his wings and settling down again. Now, to actually get some dinner.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
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ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Back pain and a mouth full of dust: that was what Jaye woke up to after his splendid night in his tent, and it was with a wince that he vowed to never, ever diss a tavern-- even if it might give him foot fungus or something else just as nasty. As he stretched as best as he could and heard something crack loudly in his lower back, he blinked away his sleep and stared down at the still-dusty plushie lying forlornly at his feet (which was, in retrospect, where he most probably got all that dust from; he'd never really broken his habit of sleeping with them, even if it did make him look like an overgrown child), before he scratched his stomach and stepped outside. There weren't that many people in the streets, thankfully enough, and so it didn't take too much fuss or time to pack up his meagre belongings and trudge over to a communal shower for a much-needed bath.
God knew that he looked like enough of a beggar as is. If Jaye went home looking like he'd crawled out of the week's trash, his parents would probably have an aneurysm (and then feed him disgustingly bitter herbs in an effort to ward of some disease or another). Truly, he was looking forward to being with his uptight family again, he really was.
Suppressing a sigh at the thought of going back to mixing poultices and picking herbs until his eyes glazed over from complete and utter boredom, Jaye paid the appropriate fee at the door and shuffled inside, discarding all but his yellow plushie into a locker and hauling himself into the baths. The good thing about waking early and taking a shower, he supposed, was that there were very little people around-- not that he cared about showing his privates off, seeing as everyone had the same sort of equipment and all-- and, indeed, he could only spot two people talking rather enthusiastically at the back. Sinking into a bath at the front, he caught snatches of words as he scrubbed himself and his plushie clean, but it was only when he heard 'guild registration' that he really perked up.
And, without really meaning to, Jaye began eavesdropping on the pair.
Back pain and a mouth full of dust: that was what Jaye woke up to after his splendid night in his tent, and it was with a wince that he vowed to never, ever diss a tavern-- even if it might give him foot fungus or something else just as nasty. As he stretched as best as he could and heard something crack loudly in his lower back, he blinked away his sleep and stared down at the still-dusty plushie lying forlornly at his feet (which was, in retrospect, where he most probably got all that dust from; he'd never really broken his habit of sleeping with them, even if it did make him look like an overgrown child), before he scratched his stomach and stepped outside. There weren't that many people in the streets, thankfully enough, and so it didn't take too much fuss or time to pack up his meagre belongings and trudge over to a communal shower for a much-needed bath.
God knew that he looked like enough of a beggar as is. If Jaye went home looking like he'd crawled out of the week's trash, his parents would probably have an aneurysm (and then feed him disgustingly bitter herbs in an effort to ward of some disease or another). Truly, he was looking forward to being with his uptight family again, he really was.
Suppressing a sigh at the thought of going back to mixing poultices and picking herbs until his eyes glazed over from complete and utter boredom, Jaye paid the appropriate fee at the door and shuffled inside, discarding all but his yellow plushie into a locker and hauling himself into the baths. The good thing about waking early and taking a shower, he supposed, was that there were very little people around-- not that he cared about showing his privates off, seeing as everyone had the same sort of equipment and all-- and, indeed, he could only spot two people talking rather enthusiastically at the back. Sinking into a bath at the front, he caught snatches of words as he scrubbed himself and his plushie clean, but it was only when he heard 'guild registration' that he really perked up.
And, without really meaning to, Jaye began eavesdropping on the pair.
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Dawn had broken only just about an hour ago. The purple sky was slowly lightening, the streets mostly empty. Amelias watched the few people on the street in front of her room window head to their destinations. She assumed some were making the long trip to school though it was hard to tell when age could not simply be assumed from physical appearance. Her ears twitched as some voices drifted up though no words registered.
Lost in thought, she ruminated over the words of her older sister. Leisl and her had chatted the night before and Amelias told her of her rejection. As always, her sister was kind and comforting. And she had mentioned something that caught Amelias' attention...
"Miss Amelias."
She blinked and looked up from the window, magenta eyes meeting molten gold. Alartas stood in front of her neatly dressed.
"I have finished conversing with my mistress. I also talked briefly with your father and he would like me to tell you that you are free to do as you choose."
A soft smile graced Amelias' lips then she noticed it and hurriedly press her lips together. She averted her gaze from Alartas, a myriad of emotions welling up in her upon hearing her father's words. And as always, that same question she asked over and over again accompanied it.
"Great!" she answered at last, smiling at Alartas with mock cheerfulness though she was certain the owl familiar could see through it. "We shall check out the Guildhouse today and see what we can learn about guild registration. But first, we will get breakfast."
A few hours later she stood in front of the Guildhouse, Alartas, back in his owl form, resting on her left shoulder as usual. People were heading in and out in groups. This was not out of the ordinary but what was was the amount of people. The Guildhouse never saw this many people usually. Chatter surrounded her and it was all about forming a guild be it from the money needed to how wise of an idea was it.
She squared her shoulders and walked in. Almost immediately, she was overwhelmed by the number of people and the different signs nearly overwhelmed her. She took a few moments to calm herself down before figuring out where she had to go.
One (long) queue and (long) questioning later, she had the information she needed. Anxiety still nipped a little at her heels but she ignored it. Drifting over to the recruitment board, needing to push her way past people - curse her height - she pored over it carefully.
Honestly speaking, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do next.
Dawn had broken only just about an hour ago. The purple sky was slowly lightening, the streets mostly empty. Amelias watched the few people on the street in front of her room window head to their destinations. She assumed some were making the long trip to school though it was hard to tell when age could not simply be assumed from physical appearance. Her ears twitched as some voices drifted up though no words registered.
Lost in thought, she ruminated over the words of her older sister. Leisl and her had chatted the night before and Amelias told her of her rejection. As always, her sister was kind and comforting. And she had mentioned something that caught Amelias' attention...
"Miss Amelias."
She blinked and looked up from the window, magenta eyes meeting molten gold. Alartas stood in front of her neatly dressed.
"I have finished conversing with my mistress. I also talked briefly with your father and he would like me to tell you that you are free to do as you choose."
A soft smile graced Amelias' lips then she noticed it and hurriedly press her lips together. She averted her gaze from Alartas, a myriad of emotions welling up in her upon hearing her father's words. And as always, that same question she asked over and over again accompanied it.
"Great!" she answered at last, smiling at Alartas with mock cheerfulness though she was certain the owl familiar could see through it. "We shall check out the Guildhouse today and see what we can learn about guild registration. But first, we will get breakfast."
A few hours later she stood in front of the Guildhouse, Alartas, back in his owl form, resting on her left shoulder as usual. People were heading in and out in groups. This was not out of the ordinary but what was was the amount of people. The Guildhouse never saw this many people usually. Chatter surrounded her and it was all about forming a guild be it from the money needed to how wise of an idea was it.
She squared her shoulders and walked in. Almost immediately, she was overwhelmed by the number of people and the different signs nearly overwhelmed her. She took a few moments to calm herself down before figuring out where she had to go.
One (long) queue and (long) questioning later, she had the information she needed. Anxiety still nipped a little at her heels but she ignored it. Drifting over to the recruitment board, needing to push her way past people - curse her height - she pored over it carefully.
Honestly speaking, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do next.
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ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Standing before the recruitment board, a full half-hour after his trip to the communal bath-house, Jaye couldn't help but wonder if he had gone delusional between here and there-- even if a small part of him, the part that didn't care about the fact that the last of his money had gone to paying for his bath, was positively slavering with excitement at the things he'd learnt. Sure, if he started his own guild there would be all sorts of monetary and recruitment problems (of the sort that determined why he'd gone for The Crimson Court, rather than the many no-name guilds scattered across the outskirts of Altvea), but being his own boss... and the prospect of becoming a veritable guild-master within years, if not months...
Well, he could be forgiven for constructing grand castles in the sky at those thoughts, now, couldn't he?
As Jaye's thoughts began to wander once again, he remembered, with perfect clarity, the redhead who'd inadvertently alerted him to this golden opportunity back at the communal showers. Given any other situation, he wouldn't have given the man a second glance, even if his eyepatch and horrifically burnt back had been rather eye-catching features-- but back then, he'd been hanging onto every word as though his life depended on it (which it probably did, seeing as he didn't have much of a livelihood anymore). Apart from the hefty interjections of "Can you imagine it, Chal? Being a guildmaster... oh, man, I can't even picture it in my head" and other irrelevant things, he'd managed to fish out the location of the guildhouse, general details about registering and various tidbits of the guy's life he most certainly didn't need to know about. At the very least, he thought with a light wince, the other guy didn't seem too happy with his friend's oversharing. A chuckle bubbled up in his throat at the remembrance of the grey-haired guy smacking his red-haired companion with none too much gentleness, but it subsided as he ruminated over the things he still needed to determine.
For one, where was he going to get other guild members? Jaye knew nobody in Altvea-- no thanks to the fact that his folks were reclusive individuals that lived in the middle of nowhere, for all intents and purposes-- and randomly approaching the tight knots of people clustered round would be... awkward, to say the least. Even if he did manage to join another group, what was to say that he didn't end up being their errand boy and good little servant as soon as they figured out his heritage? The chances of him forging his own path would be terribly slim, if not completely non-existent, and he'd much rather become a rubbish collector than someone's unwilling lapdog. But even if he wanted to branch out on his own, how would he find his own band of strangers to form it? For a brief moment, he entertained the thought of finding that little girl he'd bumped into yesterday, but he dismissed the thought as easily as he'd summoned it.
So, with his hands tied and his brain stuck in a rut, Jaye found himself spacing out as the crowd around him ebbed and flowed. Before he'd noticed what had happened, the crowd had thinned down to just a handful of people, with the rest disappeared off to goodness knew where... and a quick glance sideways to one of the stragglers almost caused him to stumble backwards in shock.
Because, right before him, was the girl he'd been thinking consciously about last-- and, from the looks of things, she was alone and interested in forming a guild, too.
Do I dare? was the query which floated through Jaye's mind as he stared down at her, almost unable to keep his jaw from dropping at the sheer coincidence* of it all, but before he could consciously make the decision for himself he found, much to his utter consternation, that his mouth had opened on its own. And before he could so much as shut it again, he heard himself saying, "Hello, little miss; it looks as though we're meeting again."
If a hole opened up beneath his feet, Jaye would've probably been happy to tumble straight into it.
*but really, who believes in coincidences in roleplays anymore //shot
Standing before the recruitment board, a full half-hour after his trip to the communal bath-house, Jaye couldn't help but wonder if he had gone delusional between here and there-- even if a small part of him, the part that didn't care about the fact that the last of his money had gone to paying for his bath, was positively slavering with excitement at the things he'd learnt. Sure, if he started his own guild there would be all sorts of monetary and recruitment problems (of the sort that determined why he'd gone for The Crimson Court, rather than the many no-name guilds scattered across the outskirts of Altvea), but being his own boss... and the prospect of becoming a veritable guild-master within years, if not months...
Well, he could be forgiven for constructing grand castles in the sky at those thoughts, now, couldn't he?
As Jaye's thoughts began to wander once again, he remembered, with perfect clarity, the redhead who'd inadvertently alerted him to this golden opportunity back at the communal showers. Given any other situation, he wouldn't have given the man a second glance, even if his eyepatch and horrifically burnt back had been rather eye-catching features-- but back then, he'd been hanging onto every word as though his life depended on it (which it probably did, seeing as he didn't have much of a livelihood anymore). Apart from the hefty interjections of "Can you imagine it, Chal? Being a guildmaster... oh, man, I can't even picture it in my head" and other irrelevant things, he'd managed to fish out the location of the guildhouse, general details about registering and various tidbits of the guy's life he most certainly didn't need to know about. At the very least, he thought with a light wince, the other guy didn't seem too happy with his friend's oversharing. A chuckle bubbled up in his throat at the remembrance of the grey-haired guy smacking his red-haired companion with none too much gentleness, but it subsided as he ruminated over the things he still needed to determine.
For one, where was he going to get other guild members? Jaye knew nobody in Altvea-- no thanks to the fact that his folks were reclusive individuals that lived in the middle of nowhere, for all intents and purposes-- and randomly approaching the tight knots of people clustered round would be... awkward, to say the least. Even if he did manage to join another group, what was to say that he didn't end up being their errand boy and good little servant as soon as they figured out his heritage? The chances of him forging his own path would be terribly slim, if not completely non-existent, and he'd much rather become a rubbish collector than someone's unwilling lapdog. But even if he wanted to branch out on his own, how would he find his own band of strangers to form it? For a brief moment, he entertained the thought of finding that little girl he'd bumped into yesterday, but he dismissed the thought as easily as he'd summoned it.
So, with his hands tied and his brain stuck in a rut, Jaye found himself spacing out as the crowd around him ebbed and flowed. Before he'd noticed what had happened, the crowd had thinned down to just a handful of people, with the rest disappeared off to goodness knew where... and a quick glance sideways to one of the stragglers almost caused him to stumble backwards in shock.
Because, right before him, was the girl he'd been thinking consciously about last-- and, from the looks of things, she was alone and interested in forming a guild, too.
Do I dare? was the query which floated through Jaye's mind as he stared down at her, almost unable to keep his jaw from dropping at the sheer coincidence* of it all, but before he could consciously make the decision for himself he found, much to his utter consternation, that his mouth had opened on its own. And before he could so much as shut it again, he heard himself saying, "Hello, little miss; it looks as though we're meeting again."
If a hole opened up beneath his feet, Jaye would've probably been happy to tumble straight into it.
*but really, who believes in coincidences in roleplays anymore //shot
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
The thought of joining a group of people who wanted to make a guild was not something she was entirely unopposed to. She was terribly unsure about it though. All the possible issues that could arise sprang to mind and she didn't even want to think about approaching a stranger. She swallowed and clasped her hands together. It wasn't that bad, she told herself. Her tendency to blow things out of proportion irked her sometimes. Then there was the option of forming a guild by herself... But a minimum of two were needed and it was not as if she could just ask Alartas for help.
Jaye drifted to mind and her brows furrowed. Their meeting had hardly been amiable and he was still a stranger. Then again, he was the only one she knew. As she was intensely debating over to find him or not, she almost missed the familiar voice speaking to her. Her head snapped up and she found herself face to face with the same person from yesterday.
Her mouth nearly fell open but she quickly gathered herself. Clearing her throat, she answered, "Apparently. Are you looking to form a guild?"
The thought of joining a group of people who wanted to make a guild was not something she was entirely unopposed to. She was terribly unsure about it though. All the possible issues that could arise sprang to mind and she didn't even want to think about approaching a stranger. She swallowed and clasped her hands together. It wasn't that bad, she told herself. Her tendency to blow things out of proportion irked her sometimes. Then there was the option of forming a guild by herself... But a minimum of two were needed and it was not as if she could just ask Alartas for help.
Jaye drifted to mind and her brows furrowed. Their meeting had hardly been amiable and he was still a stranger. Then again, he was the only one she knew. As she was intensely debating over to find him or not, she almost missed the familiar voice speaking to her. Her head snapped up and she found herself face to face with the same person from yesterday.
Her mouth nearly fell open but she quickly gathered herself. Clearing her throat, she answered, "Apparently. Are you looking to form a guild?"
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
It was a good thing that he didn't seem to be the only one surprised by their meeting or his random outburst, in Jaye's opinion; having someone else who was just as startled as he made the sinking feeling in his stomach a little easier to deal with. Even though the chance meeting, this time around, was far better than the previous one, it still seemed as though the girl (Amy? Amanda??) was still on edge-- which, he supposed, he couldn't blame her for. After all, the last time he'd knocked her over and caused her to look constipated. What was to say that it wouldn't happen again, or that he'd make things even worse?
But then Jaye abruptly recalled the girl's penchant for stating obvious questions, especially when yet another of said obvious questions floated in through his ear. What else would I be doing in the Guildhouse if I wasn't thinking of forming a guild; tap-dancing for spare change? he thought, frowning in bewilderment at her query before he caught himself and smoothed it out into a sheepish smile. Frowning at someone who, frankly, was the best candidate for forming a guild was probably not the best way to go-- and spacing out on them or taking far too long to answer their question in favour of ruminating over nothing was also a pretty bad idea, too. With a small laugh, he shifted his plushie (the same one that'd been dirtied yesterday, and the same one he'd cleaned on that fateful 'meeting', if one could call it that, this morning) a little in his arm and replied with a cheery, "Yeah, that's the general idea, seeing as I didn't exactly get a chance to get into The Crimson Court... but I guess it'll be hard when I'm on my own.
"But you must have someone with you already, right?" Jaye tacked on thoughtlessly, as he smiled down at her. "I mean, you look as though you know what you're doing..." Unlike me, his mind unhelpfully supplied, but he quickly shut up that thought before it could drift out his mouth.
It was a good thing that he didn't seem to be the only one surprised by their meeting or his random outburst, in Jaye's opinion; having someone else who was just as startled as he made the sinking feeling in his stomach a little easier to deal with. Even though the chance meeting, this time around, was far better than the previous one, it still seemed as though the girl (Amy? Amanda??) was still on edge-- which, he supposed, he couldn't blame her for. After all, the last time he'd knocked her over and caused her to look constipated. What was to say that it wouldn't happen again, or that he'd make things even worse?
But then Jaye abruptly recalled the girl's penchant for stating obvious questions, especially when yet another of said obvious questions floated in through his ear. What else would I be doing in the Guildhouse if I wasn't thinking of forming a guild; tap-dancing for spare change? he thought, frowning in bewilderment at her query before he caught himself and smoothed it out into a sheepish smile. Frowning at someone who, frankly, was the best candidate for forming a guild was probably not the best way to go-- and spacing out on them or taking far too long to answer their question in favour of ruminating over nothing was also a pretty bad idea, too. With a small laugh, he shifted his plushie (the same one that'd been dirtied yesterday, and the same one he'd cleaned on that fateful 'meeting', if one could call it that, this morning) a little in his arm and replied with a cheery, "Yeah, that's the general idea, seeing as I didn't exactly get a chance to get into The Crimson Court... but I guess it'll be hard when I'm on my own.
"But you must have someone with you already, right?" Jaye tacked on thoughtlessly, as he smiled down at her. "I mean, you look as though you know what you're doing..." Unlike me, his mind unhelpfully supplied, but he quickly shut up that thought before it could drift out his mouth.
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Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Her placid gaze sharpened into a glare when she saw Jaye's reaction to her question. The silence stretched on and her patience wore thin. It was an easy question to answer; why was he keeping mum? With a sigh, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and decided that wanting to search for him was a bad idea.
"Well, if you have nothing to say, i'll be-"
Then he spoke. She settled down and moved out of the way for someone who wanted to take a closer look at the recruitment board. For a moment, she was extremely tempted to say yes and gesture to Alartas but that wouldn't do, even if Alartas might have agreed to it.
"Actually, no," she answered steadily. "I came here alone. I assume you don't have anyone with you?"
Her placid gaze sharpened into a glare when she saw Jaye's reaction to her question. The silence stretched on and her patience wore thin. It was an easy question to answer; why was he keeping mum? With a sigh, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and decided that wanting to search for him was a bad idea.
"Well, if you have nothing to say, i'll be-"
Then he spoke. She settled down and moved out of the way for someone who wanted to take a closer look at the recruitment board. For a moment, she was extremely tempted to say yes and gesture to Alartas but that wouldn't do, even if Alartas might have agreed to it.
"Actually, no," she answered steadily. "I came here alone. I assume you don't have anyone with you?"
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Jaye had always known that he wasn't all that great at befriending people, especially when his days had been devoted to learning the complicated (and frankly boring) tasks his family were well-versed in, so he supposed he couldn't be surprised at the discontent clearly showing on the girl's face. Suppressing the mental wince at his tactless bulldozing over her obvious attempts to leave him-- and he couldn't blame her, either, not when they kept meeting under such inauspicious circumstances-- he also shuffled out of the way for the few people still intent on looking at the recruitment board, before he tuned into what she was saying. If he hadn't heard wrongly, she'd just said that she didn't have anyone to be with...
...Well, that's a surprise, Jaye's mind helpfully tacked on, before he told it to shut up and shove off.
Glancing around him with another quiet laugh, Jaye absentmindedly scratched the back of his head with his free hand, before he uttered a sheepish, "I don't know anyone well enough to team up with them, so... yeah, I'm pretty much alone too, unless Golden* here counts. But I'm surprised--" He gestured to Amelias with an airy wave. "I'd thought you'd have a small gathering, what with your confident aura and all..."
But then came the dilemma, in Jaye's mind, because how could he ask the girl (whose name he still couldn't remember) if she wanted him as part of her fledgling guild, or vice versa? He wasn't on particularly great terms with her; he, frankly, didn't care much for her, not when she'd been responsible for dirtying his plushie; the only things he knew about her were the things he could see, and even that wasn't particularly clear; and the list went on and on. And yet, if he'd heard right from that energetic redhead from earlier, guild sign-ups could only happen today-- and they were an exceedingly rare event that most people failed to capitalize on, no thanks to the harshness of establishing a guild in a city filled with more lucrative ones. If he managed to get a guild today, he wouldn't need to worry about going back to his family... but did he have the time to find someone else if he rejected this girl for some other, vague option?
If only I knew the right path to take...
*Yes, this is Jaye's plushie. No, he forgot to explain it, so misconstrue it how you will :')
Jaye had always known that he wasn't all that great at befriending people, especially when his days had been devoted to learning the complicated (and frankly boring) tasks his family were well-versed in, so he supposed he couldn't be surprised at the discontent clearly showing on the girl's face. Suppressing the mental wince at his tactless bulldozing over her obvious attempts to leave him-- and he couldn't blame her, either, not when they kept meeting under such inauspicious circumstances-- he also shuffled out of the way for the few people still intent on looking at the recruitment board, before he tuned into what she was saying. If he hadn't heard wrongly, she'd just said that she didn't have anyone to be with...
...Well, that's a surprise, Jaye's mind helpfully tacked on, before he told it to shut up and shove off.
Glancing around him with another quiet laugh, Jaye absentmindedly scratched the back of his head with his free hand, before he uttered a sheepish, "I don't know anyone well enough to team up with them, so... yeah, I'm pretty much alone too, unless Golden* here counts. But I'm surprised--" He gestured to Amelias with an airy wave. "I'd thought you'd have a small gathering, what with your confident aura and all..."
But then came the dilemma, in Jaye's mind, because how could he ask the girl (whose name he still couldn't remember) if she wanted him as part of her fledgling guild, or vice versa? He wasn't on particularly great terms with her; he, frankly, didn't care much for her, not when she'd been responsible for dirtying his plushie; the only things he knew about her were the things he could see, and even that wasn't particularly clear; and the list went on and on. And yet, if he'd heard right from that energetic redhead from earlier, guild sign-ups could only happen today-- and they were an exceedingly rare event that most people failed to capitalize on, no thanks to the harshness of establishing a guild in a city filled with more lucrative ones. If he managed to get a guild today, he wouldn't need to worry about going back to his family... but did he have the time to find someone else if he rejected this girl for some other, vague option?
If only I knew the right path to take...
*Yes, this is Jaye's plushie. No, he forgot to explain it, so misconstrue it how you will :')
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Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
He was alone. She was alone too. There was only today to form a guild so she had to make the best out of it. Taking a quick look at her surroundings, she saw groups already formed and forming. There were very few others she could ask, not to mention how bad she was with that... Alartas shifting on her shoulder brought her away from her thoughts and she returned her attention to Jaye.
Golden? Who's that? She didn't bother voicing that question though. She blinked at Jaye's next words and chuckled slightly. She wished.
"I guess the others have found enough numbers," she replied. Then she fell back into silence again. Should she take the chance of asking Jaye to form a guild with her? Or should she try and find someone else but if there was no one else to find... She doubted she had the ability to manage a guild alone.
Time was ticking and pressure was starting to build on her. Leisl always said not to miss opportunities but she couldn't tell if this was an opportunity or not. Then she took a deep breath to calm down and settled on an answer.
"Jaye, would you like to form a guild with me?" Even though we don't seem to get along terribly well but.
He was alone. She was alone too. There was only today to form a guild so she had to make the best out of it. Taking a quick look at her surroundings, she saw groups already formed and forming. There were very few others she could ask, not to mention how bad she was with that... Alartas shifting on her shoulder brought her away from her thoughts and she returned her attention to Jaye.
Golden? Who's that? She didn't bother voicing that question though. She blinked at Jaye's next words and chuckled slightly. She wished.
"I guess the others have found enough numbers," she replied. Then she fell back into silence again. Should she take the chance of asking Jaye to form a guild with her? Or should she try and find someone else but if there was no one else to find... She doubted she had the ability to manage a guild alone.
Time was ticking and pressure was starting to build on her. Leisl always said not to miss opportunities but she couldn't tell if this was an opportunity or not. Then she took a deep breath to calm down and settled on an answer.
"Jaye, would you like to form a guild with me?" Even though we don't seem to get along terribly well but.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
Humming softly in response to the girl's non-commental response had been almost instinctive for Jaye, being someone who was accustomed to engaging in generally one-sided conversations that he quickly learnt to zone out yet maintain enough concentration to confirm or deny things as needed, so when she'd lapsed into thoughtful silence he was all too happy to follow her into it too. Despite all the groups forming and whispering amongst themselves, he had yet to see any of them wander up to the very lonely-looking registration table since he'd arrived and... honestly, he didn't know what to think about that. Apart from the obvious difficulties associated with establishing a fledgling guild, was there really anything daunting about walking up to a table and expressing your interests?
Jaye's mind got so fixated on the issue that he very nearly missed the all-important question the girl had beaten him to asking: that of recruiting members to form a guild. Starting a little and smiling in apology, he replied with a warm, "Yes, that would be nice~" and tried to keep as much of his (probably pathetic, given the circumstances) gratitude out of his tone as possible, before he resisted the very real urge to hug her. Feeling affection to a near-stranger was... weird, he'd have to give himself that, but he supposed it was expected given the extenuating circumstances. Not that it would've been any less awkward to explain why he'd hugged her out of the blue and all.
Now that was over and done with, though, the next hurdle was walking over to the table-- which, given his musing from earlier, was definitely going to be a whole lot easier than asking someone to form a guild with him. So, with a smile, he hummed a "Shall we, then?" before he gestured to the table. Unless the girl was intent on asking other people to join their unofficial gathering, it was probably better to get it over and done with anyway. Then he could spend the rest of the day searching for an adequate tavern to spend the night.
Humming softly in response to the girl's non-commental response had been almost instinctive for Jaye, being someone who was accustomed to engaging in generally one-sided conversations that he quickly learnt to zone out yet maintain enough concentration to confirm or deny things as needed, so when she'd lapsed into thoughtful silence he was all too happy to follow her into it too. Despite all the groups forming and whispering amongst themselves, he had yet to see any of them wander up to the very lonely-looking registration table since he'd arrived and... honestly, he didn't know what to think about that. Apart from the obvious difficulties associated with establishing a fledgling guild, was there really anything daunting about walking up to a table and expressing your interests?
Jaye's mind got so fixated on the issue that he very nearly missed the all-important question the girl had beaten him to asking: that of recruiting members to form a guild. Starting a little and smiling in apology, he replied with a warm, "Yes, that would be nice~" and tried to keep as much of his (probably pathetic, given the circumstances) gratitude out of his tone as possible, before he resisted the very real urge to hug her. Feeling affection to a near-stranger was... weird, he'd have to give himself that, but he supposed it was expected given the extenuating circumstances. Not that it would've been any less awkward to explain why he'd hugged her out of the blue and all.
Now that was over and done with, though, the next hurdle was walking over to the table-- which, given his musing from earlier, was definitely going to be a whole lot easier than asking someone to form a guild with him. So, with a smile, he hummed a "Shall we, then?" before he gestured to the table. Unless the girl was intent on asking other people to join their unofficial gathering, it was probably better to get it over and done with anyway. Then he could spend the rest of the day searching for an adequate tavern to spend the night.
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
A warm, relieved smile broke out. Amelias wasn't sure what she would do next if Jaye had rejected her. As it stood, he was the only one here she was familiar with even if they only knew each other for a grand total of fifteen minutes or so. She took a quick look at her owl and decided he needed introducing, though it might be best if she left out the familiar part.
"Before that," she interjected and gestured to Alartas, "this is Alartas. He's my owl."
With introductions done and out of the way, she looked towards the table Jaye had gestured to earlier. Rather curiously, there didn't seem to be a long queue. She was hardly surprised, truth be told. Forming a guild was one thing, but achieving success with it was another. The higher you rose, the more benefits you got. But the very climb to the top was arduous.
For the briefest of moments, she wavered. But she set her jaw and straightened even more if it was possible.
"We shall," she finally replied and headed over to the table to register.
A warm, relieved smile broke out. Amelias wasn't sure what she would do next if Jaye had rejected her. As it stood, he was the only one here she was familiar with even if they only knew each other for a grand total of fifteen minutes or so. She took a quick look at her owl and decided he needed introducing, though it might be best if she left out the familiar part.
"Before that," she interjected and gestured to Alartas, "this is Alartas. He's my owl."
With introductions done and out of the way, she looked towards the table Jaye had gestured to earlier. Rather curiously, there didn't seem to be a long queue. She was hardly surprised, truth be told. Forming a guild was one thing, but achieving success with it was another. The higher you rose, the more benefits you got. But the very climb to the top was arduous.
For the briefest of moments, she wavered. But she set her jaw and straightened even more if it was possible.
"We shall," she finally replied and headed over to the table to register.
ChiaRoseKuro
professional insomniac
Jaye Bordelon
When Jaye had accepted the girl's request to form a guild together, he'd been thinking she'd probably nod or do something cold but appropriate, given her bearing and the fact that, apart from her mildly constipated look yesterday, he'd yet to see her do anything remotely friendly-- so to see a smile breaking out across her face was... surprising, to say the least. Doing his best not to stare at the rather unexpected warmth, he turned to her owl with his own warm smile (in greeting towards Alartas, of course, and not because he was relieved for the distraction from that rather uncharacteristic expression) and realized, quite suddenly, that he hadn't introduced his plushie either. Before he could get the chance to acquaint Golden and the girl with each other, though, they were already moving towards the table with their hearts in their throats. Or, at least, he was; he wasn't sure if the girl was as nervous as he, because she wasn't showing anything on her face.
"Name," the rather portly individual manning the guild registration table dully intoned, and Jaye replied with a soft, "Jaye Bordelon, sir,"-- or, at least, that was what he'd intended on saying before said portly individual cut him off with a sonorous "No, guild name; what use would I have for your name right now?" A little perplexed, he slid his gaze down until it met the paper the portly man was tapping against, a paper that was surprisingly empty of entries but which was clearly labelled into neat little sections-- of which the first was, indeed, 'guild name'. He'd been so engrossed in reading about everything on the board and then conversing with his new guild member that he'd completely forgotten the most crucial part of the guild, its name, and right now he couldn't have felt dumber about it.
"...Um, just a moment," Jaye uttered with a soft laugh, before he moved to the side and gestured to... Amy? God, he wished he remembered her name. Whatever her name was, though, he hoped she could come up with a decent name-- because, if his plushie naming sense was anything to go by, he was practically doomed to come up with something uninspired and cheesy for their guild name.
When Jaye had accepted the girl's request to form a guild together, he'd been thinking she'd probably nod or do something cold but appropriate, given her bearing and the fact that, apart from her mildly constipated look yesterday, he'd yet to see her do anything remotely friendly-- so to see a smile breaking out across her face was... surprising, to say the least. Doing his best not to stare at the rather unexpected warmth, he turned to her owl with his own warm smile (in greeting towards Alartas, of course, and not because he was relieved for the distraction from that rather uncharacteristic expression) and realized, quite suddenly, that he hadn't introduced his plushie either. Before he could get the chance to acquaint Golden and the girl with each other, though, they were already moving towards the table with their hearts in their throats. Or, at least, he was; he wasn't sure if the girl was as nervous as he, because she wasn't showing anything on her face.
"Name," the rather portly individual manning the guild registration table dully intoned, and Jaye replied with a soft, "Jaye Bordelon, sir,"-- or, at least, that was what he'd intended on saying before said portly individual cut him off with a sonorous "No, guild name; what use would I have for your name right now?" A little perplexed, he slid his gaze down until it met the paper the portly man was tapping against, a paper that was surprisingly empty of entries but which was clearly labelled into neat little sections-- of which the first was, indeed, 'guild name'. He'd been so engrossed in reading about everything on the board and then conversing with his new guild member that he'd completely forgotten the most crucial part of the guild, its name, and right now he couldn't have felt dumber about it.
"...Um, just a moment," Jaye uttered with a soft laugh, before he moved to the side and gestured to... Amy? God, he wished he remembered her name. Whatever her name was, though, he hoped she could come up with a decent name-- because, if his plushie naming sense was anything to go by, he was practically doomed to come up with something uninspired and cheesy for their guild name.
Auricula
a tropics girl at heart
Amelias Kiseva
Guild name. They needed a guild name. Of course. She couldn't believe she had forgotten something so elementary.
Heading over to Jaye, she peered at the piece of paper and frowned. She was, quite frankly speaking, horrible at naming things. Anything she could have possibly come up with felt like a ripoff something else she heard. Looking up at Jaye, she mildly questioned, "Do you have any names in mind?"
Her mind was still drawing a disappointing blank so she hoped he could at least come up with something. There were numerous silly guild names out there but there were also the serious ones. Perhaps something that could grab them interest would be good...but the first impression still had to be impactful for all the good reasons. She bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brows. Why was this so hard?
Guild name. They needed a guild name. Of course. She couldn't believe she had forgotten something so elementary.
Heading over to Jaye, she peered at the piece of paper and frowned. She was, quite frankly speaking, horrible at naming things. Anything she could have possibly come up with felt like a ripoff something else she heard. Looking up at Jaye, she mildly questioned, "Do you have any names in mind?"
Her mind was still drawing a disappointing blank so she hoped he could at least come up with something. There were numerous silly guild names out there but there were also the serious ones. Perhaps something that could grab them interest would be good...but the first impression still had to be impactful for all the good reasons. She bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brows. Why was this so hard?
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