Oғ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs Aɴᴅ Mᴇɴ (Fantasy RP N/A)

[SpectralEternity]

Akira sat quietly within his domain: The Library. It was one of the few places he felt at ease. People and dragons, more often than not, could walk in, knowing what they were coming for already, and as such he could keep reading his chosen book in peace without making a fool of himself again. The last thing he needed now was to turn away customers. Being a black dragon had its perks, but social interaction was not one of them, therefore he was subjected not only to human alienation, but dragonkind as well. Akira didn't mind though, he held little interest in the lives of others, there was no point. Being a dragon meant he would far outlive any humans, and if he had gotten close it would hurt more when they go. Plus, dragon code according to the censors meant he shouldnt get involved anyways. He only did what interested him, or what would provide some spark in his own life, so why should he care about anyone else? Simple, he didn't. For now, he was committed to reading every piece of human literature ever made, which seemed like enough social interaction to him at least.

Didn't books written by another's hand technically qualify as looking into the authors mind? Knowing how they thought and reacted just a bit more? If that were the case, it meant he knew tens of thousands of people by now. For such a weak and rather crude species, humans did have a gift for entertaining the intellectual mind. It was intriguing, to say the least, and this 'music' they made... Also interesting. Somehow humans were able to best dragons in any instrument, man made or voice, even though dragons achieved technological perfection when it came to playing or singing, there was always something missing that the humans had when they played. But what...? Akira's mind found itself coming back into focus of the world around him, and realizing that he had gone off thinking instead of actually reading the book in his hands. he hated it when that happened, now he had to find his place again. Page 245 if he remembered correctly, was the last recollection before he began his incessant daydreaming again.

He quickly flipped back to the specified page and scanned the wall of latin text in front of him, eventually finding his place again, however it was obvious he had grown bored with this book, since his thoughts were growing more interesting at the moment, so instead of forcing himself to continue he marked his place and scanned his surrounding area. Perhaps something more challenging was in order, to keep his mind more busy, such as solving Skivver's predictive equations or trying to discover some new mathematical law, unforeseen thus far. It sounded like a good investment of time that would keep him preoccupied for a while, but he wanted something... Different... New... That was usually why books were his first choice, but his eyes grew heavy and tired within their cursed fleshy sockets. He grew irritated occasionally with this frail form, yearning to stretch his wings and take a long flight through the sky just to relax and rest.

He was tempted, but even with little to no people inside the library he knew better than to leave his post. Even black dragons had a sense of duty to whatever job they are assigned, even if that assigned post was given to him by a human. However article 2-9A of the treaty stated that dragons and humans living in Allora were to show no prejudice, and he would not step to a humans level by breaking the treaty as they did constantly. Honestly, it was no secret that if you were known to be a dragon, sometimes you disappeared over night, or were overlooked in a job application. He sighed, clearing his mind once again. "Slowly, I swear I'm becoming one of them. All of these useless thoughts..." He muttered quietly, rubbing his temples and sighing.

[Damnosus Cervidae]

◆ LOCATION ┋Lion & Lamb ◆ MOOD ┋Cheery ◆ COMPANY ┋Tavern Employees ◆ THOUGHTS ┋I need to do something about that room. . .




𝕽eally, was it so hard to find your way down a street to your abode at night? Granted mind you, the man Fírnen was assisting up from the stoop of the Tavern right this very moment had been considerably intoxicated when he’d left last night, but she knew the stout fellow lived quite nearby and if she was not mistaken the gas lamps had been lit well before she’d seen him stumble out the door. Heaving a heavy sigh she put on a sympathetic smile as the man winced, stumbling a little to straighten himself out and stretching the cold from his bones.

“You won’t be needing an escort sir?” her soft voice asked, the concern overtaking any agitation she felt earlier. A grubby hand waved off her offer followed by a snort and a hiss as the effects of the night’s booze started hammering away at the man’s body.

“No lass, m’be aright. Just down the cobble, I can make it.”

Delicate eyebrows knitted further in concern but the lady merely nodded, pulling at the sleeves of her outfit in anxiety. “Be safe on your way will you?” She called out as the hung-over man started hobbling down the way, another sigh escaping her lips before she straightened and smiled lightly to herself. At least now she could open the tavern properly without scaring people away with the local drunkard snoozing on the steps, harsh as that sounded. She just couldn’t bring herself to allow him to stay for fear of scaring potential customers away. That and the steps were an awful place to rest one’s bones. She brushed her hands on the front of the white apron she had on and entered the tavern again. Preparation for the regular noon opening had been mostly taken care of by Fírnen and her fellow worker Anna last night after they had closed up, all that was left to do now was have Anna prepare the food for if any travelers came in looking for a meal and open the shutters to signal the open status of the establishment. Luckily today was usually a slow day for the Lion & Lamb and she couldn’t see herself having to stick around all that long. She would head to the Inn if things got particularly quiet and check up on her quests there.

While Anna was busy in the back of the tavern sorting out the modest amount of produce they had for the lunch-time diners, Fírnen set to work on the shutters, letting the sunlight in and giving another smile as it warmed her face nicely. It was days like these that she enjoyed most. Sun shining delightfully, with work she loved yet to be done and the familiar scents and feel of her environment putting her at ease. Outside the street was bustling as usual, the man who had slept on the stoop long lost around the corner of a cobbled street and travelers replacing him in view.

Removing the apron from her chest, the fragile-looking woman folded it neatly and went into the back room of the tavern, placing it just as neatly inside the shelf with it’s counterparts and humming softly to herself in a sing-song manner. “What a beautiful day.” She breathed in contentment, to which Anna snickered and looked up from the potato she was peeling. “Really? I haven’t seen the sky yet today.” She jokingly added, pointing with her knife to the plain stone walls of the room. Blushing a little Fírnen bowed her head, letting out a nervous giggle. “I suppose windows back here would be an improvement.” She conceded, to which Anna rolled her eyes and nodded. “It was just a joke, but windows would be nice. Besides you know I’m behind the counter more often then this gloomy room.”

“Yes, but you made a good point. It’s not decent to have a room all lit by lamps when you could have a window or two.”

Anna’s eyes rolled with an exaggerated flourish this time, causing Fírnen to clasp her hands together as if she was about to be scolded. “Miss, you fuss more than a pampered cat. Leave the wall be and take a deep breath, yeah?” A sheepish smile broke out across pink lips at these words. “Right, sometimes I do get like that don’t I? Sorry. No bother, I’ll just go out and distract myself with the front.”

Exiting the back room Fírnen walked over to the counter of the bar and busied herself arranging mugs on the shelving below, waiting patiently to greet anyone who walked past the threshold. It was better than annoying her worker with her worries over the state of the place at least.

[merp merpins]

Early morning. The sun was just beginning to peak above the hilltops, above the trees and pine needles and into the castle tower. The kingdoms of Rodia and Chyresse were becoming more hostile, and those who were smart had already left the towns that stood between them; but not the townspeople of the small town of Miyakuchi. Just outside town a farm was just beginning to wake, as a man and his son tended to the wheat in the field
"Okay son," Ichigeki breathed with a huff, a gleam in his eye as he handed his son the scythe,"I want you to cut the wheat and place it in that wheelbarrow over there."
Ichigeki gestured back towards the windmill, where his wife and daughter were still sleeping (to his knowledge).
"Okay daddy, I'll do my be-"
"But don't cut yourself, Kuro. Take your time. I don't want you lopping off a finger or something."
He interrupted; a hint of worry tainted his words. Kuro just smiled and nodded, chopping the wheat close to the ground, then taking up a big heap and putting it in the wheelbarrow for later use. This went on for several minutes; Kuro and Ichigeki tilling the fields, Ichigeki worrying after his 8-year old son, then placing wheat in the wheel barrow. Before long it was full and ready to be taken inside to be ground and made into bread by the baker in town.
Ichigeki took up the wheel barrow, pushing it up hill towards the windmill. Suzuka, Ichigeki's wife, and Nina his daughter were walking towards them with a basket.
"Ichigeki, Nina and I are going to head into town to pick up some supplies; we'll be back in a couple hours, alright?"
Suzuka said with a bright smile as they passed. Nina was bouncing as she came up to her father, gave his leg a big squeeze before running along, waving back to her papa. Ichigeki couldn't help but smiling at his bubbly happy daughter.
It took several minutes to make it to the top of the hill where the mill was, and by that time Kuro was already bored, sitting in the shade. Ichigeki wiped the sweat from his brow and took a long look out towards his wife and daughter. From here they looked like little bugs walking towards a town of boxes, with more bugs scurrying along the streets, and even more, tinier bugs in the distant hill-... His thought vanished as he saw the line of bugs coming down from the hills, now running over them like a cascading waterfall. The rumble was light, but growing stronger. It wasn't just coming from in front of him, but behind his mill as well.
Ichigeki thought. Then realized with a horrible jolt that it was the armies of the kingdoms running towards one another! There had been tension and threats, but to his knowledge they had always been empty and innocent, for the kingdoms to actually attack one another… Ichigeki immediately picked up his son, who squirmed, and put him inside.
"Whatever you do, do NOT come out. Get into the basement and stay there until I come back, you hear?!"
Ichigeki commanded his son before closing and locking the door on the outside. He started a sprint towards his wife and daughter, shouting both of their names.

"…Isn't this just a lovely day Nina? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the flowers are just starting to bloom. This is the reason your father and I chose to live here."
Suzuka smiled down to her daughter, holding her hand lightly between her fingers. Nina's thought's seemed to be elsewhere as the curious six-year old looked around at the flowers and bees, the butterflies and the birds. Her eyes then trailed off into the bushes that currently blocked her view.
"Mama? Wha's that stomp-stomp noise..?"
Nina asked looking around confusedly. Suzuka had been too far into looking around at the scenery to notice the noise.
"I don't know. It's probably nothing."
Suzuka disregarded it with a smile and kept strolling towards town.

"…Suzuka!!! Nina! Come back!"
Ichigeki shouted as he ran, trying with all his might to catch up with his wife and daughter. By the time they could hear him, it was already too late. They turned around to look at him, only to find it wasn't only him, but also the armies. Ichigeki could see the terror in their eyes as they were trampled by the first wave of cavalry, and hear their screams before all was quiet but the sounds of the armies. Ichigeki stopped dead in his tracks. The armies had missed him, swerved around, but trampled his wife and daughter.
"No. This can't be happening. This. It-... It just can't..."
Ichigeki fell to his knees. His entire body was numb, his face was hot, and tears streamed from his burning eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening. No, it couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream! Yes! A dream. Ichigeki pinched his arm. Nothing. Again, again, until a trickle of blood ran down from where he was pinching.
"It's... Not a dream. How... How could you all be so heartless."
One soldier stopped the battle for a moment and looked at Ichigeki. He looked at him, and then in the direction he was facing. True sympathy came onto his face when he saw the dead little girl and the young woman. But that didn't last long, as a soldier from the opposing army charged up to him and cut him down into the dust.
Ichigeki turned his head to look at his home, but. No. It was on fire. The windmill was on fire, flames leaped from the turning blades of the mill, mocking him, laughing in puffs of cruel smoke as if shouting to the sky before it fell to the ground, lighting the entire crop of wheat on fire as well.
"No... My son was-... Heartless. You're... All heartless."
Ichigeki's sadness subsided and he turned his face up to look at the soldiers. It was a blank expression. The world seemed to be spinning, and it wouldn't stop.
"You're-... All-... HEARTLESS!"
Ichigeki shouted, spreading his arms and taking a stance. True agony; pain and suffering, no hate but pain. One’s true power could only be obtained from such suffering. Bursts of energy shot from his hands turning both armies to stone, Ichigeki screamed in agony and sadness as he was turned to stone as well.

Darkness. Nothing but pitch black darkness. One could go crazy in such seclusion. Ichigeki’s mind wandered, searching for an answer to his predicament. Was he alive? No, if he was he would be able to feel his hands. Then it stood before him. A masked figure in a dark robe with long bony fingers... A long, dark flowing robe hung limply from the figure’s lifeless body. It moved once, leaning in closer to Ichigeki.
“Tis’ time. They are waiting for you.'

The figure worded in a deadly, raspy voice as it revealed Ichigeki’s wife and children waiting for him in the light. Ichigeki smiled before he looked back at the figure.
"Am I-… Are you-... Death?"
The figure only gave a brief and slow nod. Ichigeki ran forward to go to his family, only to be stopped by a flash of golden fur. A golden wolf jumped in front of him, turning its head to the side. The wolf looked at Ichigeki in the eyes, examining him to the very core of his being. The beast’s eyes seemed to pierce all the way to Ichigeki’s soul. It looked away, then to death, before speaking.
“It is not your time yet. Death. I choose him to be the guardian.”
Death's only reply was a brief and slow nod. Ichigeki looked towards his family. His daughter was still young in mind and did not fully grasp the situation. His wife was in tears. Ichigeki turned back towards death. The creature’s bony hand was stretched forward, ready to take Ichigeki back to the world of the living. Ichigeki jerked his hand away, turning and pointing towards his family.
"No! I want to go with them!"
Death answered this time.
“I was corrected. It is not your time.”

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Ichigeki woke with a start. He sat up quickly, gripping the gravel under him tightly in his fist. A cold sweat had enveloped him in the night. The dream he had brought back terrible feelings; sadness, fear, regret. Dried tears still clung to his face. He wiped his hand a crossed his face to remove them before reaching for the cup that he had left next to him in the night, but his hand only met cool stone. Ichigeki looked off in the direction he was reaching, and there, in the middle of the road, the cup sat, half crushed by something- a wagon or a horse.
Ichigeki sat up, wiping the white streaks off his face with the back of his hand. Ichigeki had slept out in the forest just outside the kingdom of Allora the night before. He was use to sleeping outside, but when the opportunity to sleep in a warm bed came along, Ichigeki tended to snatch it up quickly, however he did not get that luxury. It seemed that the whole place was corrupted, as even the keepers of the peace were unjust. The gates that protected the town were heavily guarded at night to keep an eye out for potential dangers, not to keep travelers out of the city. However, when Ichigeki approached the marvelous stone gates, the guardsmen did indeed stop him. They said they suspected him of being a "dragon," and that they needed to do a search of his possessions, take a census, and collect a "tax" afterwards. At the time, Ichigeki only had his robes on (with shorts and cloth wrap under the robes, the wrap covering a wound), a piece of parchment with writing stuck to his back, a bamboo hat, and a blade at his side. The guardsmen gave him a look over at the time, saying that since Ichigeki had no possessions other than the sword of his, they would take it as compensation. Ichigeki did not object to this, as when a guard tried to take it from his side, all that happened was said guard fell to the ground, unable to lift the blade. So the guards did not let him into the city.
Ichigeki's blade, Kotetsu, was not heavy at all. Unfortunately for the guards, the blade was held together by a piece of Ichigeki's soul, and thus, no other living soul would have the strength to lift it, no matter how strong. The blade was forged with two spirits, Ko, spirit of the moon, and Su, spirit of the ocean.
Ichigeki stood, taking his pack up in front of him. In it he placed a small bag of rice and a kettle before shutting the bamboo lid. He then took up the piece of parchment that had been stuck to his back the night before, finishing the ink seal with his fingertip, and in an instant, the pack was gone. This was a form of calligraphy magic, a lost art that required little mana from the caster. It was a useful skill to humans, as humans never had the tendency towards magic: as a matter of fact, Ichigeki could not cast magic himself at all. But the skill was lost, and now few people knew even the language this form of magic was written in.
Ichigeki took up his blade, tying it to his side before stepping towards the city. He had no trouble entering this time. The gates were marvelous, directly reflecting the rising sun. The city itself was also marvelous, a utopia. On his right, a simple tavern. Ichigeki could smell alcohol in the air from it, as heavy drinkers were sitting outside it, looking for handouts from passersby. Ichigeki did not dare enter that place, he did not drink. Besides, it was morning, no one was congregating in the tavern at this time of day to begin with. Instead Ichigeki went up the street, ignoring the small shops and places. No, there was only one place that was important right now, the place Ichigeki visited in every town he went to: The library. Or rather, any book store, but in this magnificent city, there was bound to be a library. And lo, it was at the end of the very street Ichigeki entered on, at the center of an intersection. Ichigeki entered, hoping that they would have a book or two he did not own, and hoping even more that if they did have said rare books, that they would sell them to him.


___ █║_library ┆𝓛𝓞𝓒𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ___ █║_- ┆𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓟𝓐𝓝𝓨 ___ █║_Calm ┆𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓤𝓢 ___




xxxxxOut Of Cookiesxxxxx

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

The weather had been rather calm as of late; something Jek found a touch boring. It wasn’t that he hated calm, comfortable days so much as he found it less interesting. The answers presented themselves very clearly in the broad daylight. Perhaps he enjoyed the feeling of searching for answers over having them handed to him. It was hard to say for anyone, Jek most of all. All that he did know is that this weather made him feel anxious, like calm before a storm. Not that his intuition was ever reliable anyway but he always wanted that feeling to be right.

The one thing that this weather did do was bring out the folks of Allora. Though he was military and many disliked his profession for what it was, Jek was much better received than many of his compatriots. The most likely answer was his demeanor. He was calm and amicable and he frequently took on jobs with the guards and law enforcement of Allora, a fact that brought him into the public eye much more than his fellow soldiers.

It was actually thanks to many of his fellow soldiers, many in his own platoon even that he'd been able to so casually walk about lately. If he had to think about it, it was probably thanks to his assistant more than anyone. She had taken over his duties for a while as he took some time out to himself. Strictly speaking his Assistant was only capable of filling out his files and reports while he was still required to attend meetings, training camps and basic field duty; the latter becoming more and more a rarity as the days go by.

Looking up casually, Jek realized that his stumbling and wandering had landed him deeper into the center of the kingdom. It made sense he thought, that he would find himself amongst taverns and bars. He frowned slightly at his stomach as it made distasteful sounds at him. He hadn’t eaten yet. Without much concern or preference, Jek glanced at the tavern names as he strolled down the street. There were names all around and faces he knew but this was perhaps the one time he did enjoy having some time to himself; while he ate. Allowing himself to settle upon a name, Jek stepped very professionally into a tavern by the name: “Lion & Lamb”.

The air of the tavern was as one would expect; there was the overwhelming smell of warm food and the aftershock of stale beer. There was something much softer here though. He’d occasionally found taverns that felt this way, like there was kindness in the air, warmth. It was a feeling that he never associated with bars for that matter. Jek looked around smiling softly as his deep indigo eyes searched for a table.




Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: Myself
How I am feeling: Bored; Hungry
OOC:

[SpectralEternity]

YOU'RE FALLING DOWN
ｓ ｃ ｒ ｅ ａ ｍ ｉ ｎ ｇ ○ ○ ○ ｃ ｒ ｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I'm not even there
Ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ

XXXXXXXXXXXXX


Nyomii was simply walking down the street, having a look around Allora with her own eyes. She wasn't a native, something clearly obvious due to her garb and the way she ogled every new sight in town with her intellectual, amethyst colored eyes. However her simple, lackadaisical trip seemed destined for severe interruption when a loud, thundering tone began promising a certain boy to be dead within a relatively short amount of time. Not moments after she looked back at the bar where the commotion was coming from was she accidentally bumped into by a young man who was smirking and glancing back at his pursuer, who she could only assume to be this mysterious boy, followed by the lumbering oaf of a man who outright shoved her aside in pursuit of said boy. Well then. She straightened herself out, somewhat annoyed by the lack of courtesy in this kingdom as she dusted off her clothes.

She debated going and finding out why had happened in the bar, because clearly something had gone on between the two men. Or... She could give chase after the two men and teach them a few manners? As fun as that sounded, they were long gone by now, so bar it was. Nyomii all but skipped off towards the bar and gasped as the decor as she made her way way inside the alchohol scented building. It was different, interesting for sure. She was making sure to look at every corner of the room until she found herself a seat by the bar.

That was when she realized her feet didn't touch the ground when she was sitting. With this new realization, she began giggling and swinging her feet back and forth, rather enjoying herself as she wiggled about her seat... Until a gruff voice spoke out to her. "Oi there lady... This ain' no playhouse. Quit yer fidgeting." The man next to her grumbled and took another drink. Nyomii stopped wiggling her legs and frowned. "Just because it's not a funhouse doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun... And you could be a tad nicer when addressing a stranger thank you." With that, she turned to the barmaid and waved her over. "Excuse me miss...? May I have a glass of water please? I'm terribly thirsty~" She asked kindly, but there was still that man again, continueing to be such a bother.

"You aren't from round here are ya lady?" He shot her a glare, as though that made him superior in some way. "No, not really~" She answered without perceiving his sarcasm, which made the man rather angry. "You think yer smart girlie?" He stood, abruptly, attempting to seem threatening. Nyomii just stared up at him from her seat with her big, naive purple eyes. "Well I know where I come from, I wouldn't consider that nessisarilly-" "Shaddup!" Welp, now she had gone and done it. Sighing, she winced, not looking forward to delving into his mind. Drunks were never fun, when she established the mind links with them, it always made her feel the same drunken haze. Same reasons why she never actually drank alchohol herself. Ironic, because she was in a bar.

Perhaps she could give him another chance to resolve conflict peacefully. "Please, I didn't mean to offend you, I was merely answering your-" And then he grabbed her arm. Oh saints she really didn't want to mind link with him. She struggled, but it was no use, she wasn't exactly that strong physically.

You ＣＡＬＬ ＯＵＴ to the DARK
with a closed mind
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ○ ○ ○ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
for the day you let me in.

[snoreIax]

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Mikaela looked glum at her father as he hurried to leave the house, there was a meeting for the Censors and he had his obligation to be present; she understood that but without a say of goodbye to her? She felt invisible.

When her father shut the front door, and the guards took their place; she hurried to her bedroom and shut the door. She smiled as air bubbles ran across her face; she blinked in amazement at them as they went. It took her a moment to remember she was underwater; she took in the water into her lungs and breathed it in as if it was air. Mikaela quickly moved up to her window and squeezed through the exit, she finally freed herself from the small entry of her window and swam away. The swim took a long time before she finally reached surface of the water, she squeezed her eyes shut until the ray of sunlight touched her eyes. It took her a while to get used to breathing in the air, so instead of hurrying herself to shore, she lay in the middle of the ocean. Mikaela was naturally a fast swimmer whenever she transformed into her serpent form, so she did what was logical to her; she changed into a sea serpent and swam to shore. She shook her head and changed again. It was hard to become used to the ground after being so used to the sea level. Mikaela was dripping wet, but she didn't mind; she wrenched a small part of her dress and shook the water off the rest of her body. She took small steps as a precaution of her balance, and fell in the sand. There was sand and sea salt in her dress; she felt her small hands cover her face in regret. Maybe I should come back when it's night out, She told herself, I would have more strength with the moon by my side. She shook off the feeling of giving up, and took a head start on her steps with a quick pace of running.

It didn't matter where she was headed, as long as it was new to her; as soon as the sidewalks she walked on had intersections up ahead, she closed her eyes without knowing where it would lead. She slowed her pace, and stopped herself as she felt the cold wind take the water from her drenched dress, leaving it slightly dry and cold; the puddles of water the dress took still followed as droplets of water left, leaving her trace vivid. Mikaela opened her eyes, and found herself in front of a library, it was silent and no one passed by. She ran up the steps and smiled as she grabbed the door handles; the cold air took her in and she shivered at the gust. She held in her sneeze and reminded herself she was supposed to be quiet. The feel of the carpet in between her bare feet was stubbly, and rough. There were spiral steps up ahead and she shuffled toward them; she shook her shoulders up and down in excitement.

Where: The Library
Who: n/a
What: ((My first post c: ))
Why: theme song

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

Searching the room as he was, Jek barely noticed the girl who brushed right passed him and over to the bar. His smile stayed in placed as he watched the girl settle in at the bar. His smile turned very abruptly to a chuckle as he analyzed her; she hardly fit the bar in both appearance and actual height. Perhaps she was younger than she appeared or perhaps it was simple Jek’s imagination. Shaking his head gently, he strolled over to an empty seat at a table only a few feet from the bar. Before sitting down, he unfastened his belt and removed his sword to place it against his chair.

The crowd appeared to be very tamed and preoccupied with their respective meals or drinks. That could be said for the patron seated at the tables but the ones at the bar appeared to be a bit more rowdy. This was common anywhere but it appeared that these rowdier folks were harassing the smaller girl who had only recently walked in.

Technically this was not Jek’s jurisdiction and the men did not appear to be anything more than drunken ruffians who were perhaps hashing some harsh words. With another nod, Jek lowered his head a fraction while keeping his eyes focused. In the past he had often been the one being harassed and more often than not it was easily solved by a guard or someone else who was willing to stick their neck out for others. Yet again those times were much more serious like a brawl and this appeared to be nothing.

Suddenly the man’s hand was on the smaller girl’s arm and his face was contorted. Now it was a problem. Jek scanned the angry drunken man’s face and pressed his lips tightly together as he smiled and stepped directly over to the man. The simplest action was often the most effective in cases such as these.
Jek placed a steady, gloved hand on the man’s thick forearm and smiled straight at the lavender-haired girl.
“Excuse me ma’am, is this gentleman causing you trouble?” His words were steady and even.




Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: A drunk and small lavender-haired girl
How I am feeling: Alarmed and Hungry
OOC:

[Damnosus Cervidae]

◆ LOCATION ┋Lion & Lamb ◆ MOOD ┋Anxious ◆ COMPANY ┋Nyomi, Jek, ect ◆ THOUGHTS ┋How rude!




𝕭eing that it had been a good amount of time since the Lamb & Lion had opened its doors for the day the customers had poured in steadily, drinking and eating at a steady pace which was good for the establishment's wallet, but not so good for the folk who were drinking themselves into a state of dishevelment. Fírnen kept her eyes on the rowdy crowd at the bar’s stools anxiously while she went about her business. Since it was busier than usual she had stepped in as the barkeep for Anna who was making her rounds to the tables littering the cozy oak floors, passing out food and drink to those who had ordered. It wasn’t until a professionally-held man with a dull blue hair color strolled in that she felt a bit more at ease. He held an air of proud authority about him that she appreciated as it calmed her nerves about the intoxicated people at the bar. If the worst should happen she could at least beg his help, but she sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case.

Aside from that good times were being shared by most, uproarious laughter came from a corner of gentlemen puffing away at pipes in front of the quaint fire inlaid into that side of the tavern. It’s light, although unnecessary at this time, cast little flickering shadows around the area immediate to the hearth creating a sleepy and cozy atmosphere. Forgetting about her worries she immersed herself in conversation with her customers at the bar, keeping mind to everyone’s drinks and taking a tally in her head of the number consumed by each individual, depositing the currency that some had laid on the counter for their beverages into a small latched jewelry chest. She noticed an odd addition to the group at the counter, a lavender-haired beauty clocked and apparently enjoying her time at the tavern when a man beside her decided to make her the brunt of his foul stupor.

"Shaddup!"

Just as Fírnen had turned to deposit another handful of coins into the small chest she heard the man yell and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stiffen. She turned around, anxiety knowing at her insides and a fist clenched at her side as she saw the man had the slighter girl’s arm in his group. She was about to say something when the blue-haired man from before intervened in a timely fashion. A breath of relief escaped her before she swallowed past the lump of fear in her throat.

“I will not have fighting inside.” She said as sternly as she could manage, arms straight at her sides and ending in nervously balled fists. “You, sir are cut off and will leave my patrons alone.” She directed to the instigator of the tense situation, hoping blows wouldn’t come of this. Some of the other guests were peeking over their shoulders while more still carried on in conversation, not bothered by the display so common in a tavern. However to this tavern owner every fight that happened in this homey place was something she could have avoided and sorely wanted to avoid. Anna had stopped her rounds and was holding the wooden tray in her hands tightly, looking about ready to clobber the man upside the head with it.

It seemed like today wouldn’t be as slow as she had hoped, and the tension was getting to her, making her rub her fingers together nervously as she waited for the man to either leave or make a move. She switched her glance continually between the three, a sympathetic glance to the lavender-haired lady, and appreciative one to the man and a sternly disappointed one to the other.

[SpectralEternity]

Akira glanced up from his book as he heard the doors of the library opened, but he didn't look up for every human or dragon who walked into his doors, no, he looked up because of the peculiar smell that drifted through the doors. Human... But not quite... There was something.... Different about this smell, and it piqued his curiosity. He stood from his place to take a peek downstairs at what this person looked like. A seemingly ordinary man, with a sword tied to his waist. Well, if people were begining to come inside, he should probably move to his post by the door. And then the smell of saltwater and water dragon filled his nostrils. What...? Why was that...? Akira wasn't quite sure why, but he felt himself jolting up out of his seat and hoping, praying, that this new customer wasn't- ooohhhhhh dear. There she was, a water dragon in her human form, sopping wet and covered in sandy grit, tracking it all over the floor in her bare feet and- "Please... Stop... Moving." Akira grit his teeth, trying not to get too terribly angry about the floor.

Now that he had a handle(?) on things, he tried to recall if they had any washcloths nearby. Of course not.... Sighing, he hesitated and began to make his way down the stairs towards the girl. Water dragons... They were never used to the surface world. "Hold still..." He muttered as he got closer, summoning a small bubble of water in his hand and beginning to soak up all the excess sand on her skin and clothing. Continueing with his little show, he pointed a finger to a nearby closet, pulling out a broom that started sweeping up the sand on the ground, but he wasn't sure what to do about all this water.

Running a hand through his hair and looking extremely unsettled, Akira somehow managed to get a few words in. "I take it you don't come to the surface often...?" Ugh he had just cleaned this floor yesterday, and he still had this poor shivering girl sopping wet in the middle of a freezing library. Well.... He did have another option. Surprisingly enough, Akira removed his jacket and wrapped it around the girl. It was about twice her size, but it was better than nothing. "Here... This should help you dry... Just... Try not to touch the books until your hands are completely dried..." He insisted. The floor was one thing, easily dried up, but if those books got wet they would be ruined. He didn't even want to think about it. Instead, he focused his gaze on the other being within the room. He looked completely normal... So what was that strange scent he had wafting from him? He wanted to ask, but that would be... A rather odd question to up and ask out of the blue. He may be a socially awkward black dragon but he learned a few things from the books he'd read.

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Mikaela saw a tall, lean boy with glasses who seemed to stop her from moving forward. She shifted to her side, and he somewhat hissed at her for moving; she froze and tried to introduce herself, but he looked as if he was more interested in the mess she made. She looked down on where she stood, and saw the puddle of water. She lifted her eyebrows in embarrassment, "I'm sor--" She couldn't finish her sentence; she became mesmerized by the boy's trick; how the sand from her skin was soaked up into his hand. Without thinking, Mikaela took the boy's hand and peered closely hoping to find the excess sand particles. She looked up at him, "How?" She asked.

Mikaela nodded in agreement at his question, which made a few droplets of water fall from her hair. She noticed him wincing in pain every time she tried to make a sudden movement; she slowed her pace in shaking her head, which didn't help. The boy finally took his jacket to stop the water from her dress; she slipped her hand into the sleeves and waved her hand to him. "Thank you." She told him. Mikaela noticed him not caring either if she replied or not, she started to smile and compared the boy to her father. Glasses, tall, furrowed eyebrows, lean, serious, anxious. The list seemed to continue in her mind, but it seemed that a small feeling of anger rose inside her; she didn't like the feeling. She tried to focus elsewhere until the boy started to speak again. She shook her head, "If I don't touch the books, how am I supposed to read? Why don't you do your magic and use it on water?" She pouted; she turned her back to him in defiance, and walked towards a shelf of books.

"I-It looks fun." Her teeth chattering, in response to the boy far away from where she was headed now. She stopped her mouth from moving with the oversized sleeves. Mikaela didn't notice her whole body was freezing; she squeezed her eyes shut in attempt to stop herself from sneezing again. She shook her shoulders and started to move around, hoping to find warmth from moving. The drenched girl found a book that had been laid on a table beside the shelf, she shifted her hand a few inches to the book. It looked as if she taunted the boy, but she pushed the thought behind and read the title. She smiled, and had the urge to open it, Dragons.

Where: The Library
Who: Akira
What: n/a
Why: theme song

[SpectralEternity]

YOU'RE FALLING DOWN
ｓ ｃ ｒ ｅ ａ ｍ ｉ ｎ ｇ ○ ○ ○ ｃ ｒ ｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I'm not even there
Ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ

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The ruffian froze as a strong hand fell onto his arm, and Nyomii, feeling the change in grip on her arm, looked up to see a blue haired man smileing at her. In spite of her situation, she found herself smileing back up at him as he asked if the 'gentleman' was causing her trouble. Even the barmaid was standing up for her. Perhaps there was some hope in humanity still, and it was a good feeling. The drunken man, however, was in no mood to be pushed around at the moment, but Nyomii didn't want there to be a hassle, especially since the barmaid made it clear that she didnt want fighting, and the man who'd come to her aid seemed like such a nice guy, too nice to have to deal with this rambunctious man. For these reasons, she would be wiling to use more persuasion, at the risk of feeling a bit lightheaded afterwards.

Nyomii turned to the man, continueing to smile as her eyes shimmered slightly. The other neat factoid about mindlinking with drunks, was that they were extremely easy to manipulate. "No, there's no trouble~ Right?" She asked, as though he had a choice. A similar glow to her own eye color overtook his, and as if suddenly realizing even in his hazy state that he was in no position to argue with Firnen and Jek, the ruffian immediately let go of Nyomii and raised his hands defensively. "No... No trouble 'ere.... I'll take my leave miss..." He gave a nervous grin and nod to the three, stood, and slowly shuffled backwards out of the bar.

Nyomii stared until he was completely out the door, then seemed to snap out of her daze to glance between Jek and Firnen, a friendly smile still plastered to her face, although she did start to feel the unfortunately familiar sensation of her head spinning several times around. "I guess he was causing trouble but decided otherwise~ Thank you both for being so kind. I must have angered him... But I'm not entirely sure how... I just answered his questions, so if he didn't like my answers then why'd did he ask them?" She hummed thoughtfully before turning back to the barmaid. "Now what was I asking.... Oh yes! Could I have that glass of water now please?" She asked, resuming her leg swinging since no one else had complained about it thus far.

"May I ask your names...?" She glanced between the two again before realizing she hadn't even introduced herself yet, which was awfully rude of her. "Oh! My name is Nyomii~ A pleasure to make your acquaintances~ What an interesting trip this was turning out to be, first ruffians and now introductions to strangers. They seemed like nice people though.

You ＣＡＬＬ ＯＵＴ to the DARK
with a closed mind
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ○ ○ ○ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
for the day you let me in.

[merp merpins]

Ichigeki stepped slowly passed each shelf, each book, taking a mental note of every name he came a crossed. Each one was familiar, each one disappointing. Book after book, name after name, author after author. More of the same. Aisle after aisle until he came to an aisle where he could see but a single book sitting on a table at the end. A young woman stepped down the aisle on the opposite end towards the book, sopping wet, but in a warm looking jacket. Ichigeki could feel the presence of only two other beings in this library, both of whom were dragons. Ichigeki had no problem with them, and had no idea why anyone did in the first place. Though yes the wars were caused by dragons, it was not right to segregate them in such a way for the actions of a hand full of behemoths.
Ichigeki watched her with his peripheral vision as he scanned the row of books, both shelves at once. He could tell she was still dreadfully cold, and so Ichigeki gave into his sympathy. Ichigeki stepped down the aisle, his bare feet tapping on the cool stone floor. He approached the young woman slowly, and in a single motion, slipped off his robe and draped it over her shoulders. The jacket the young man had put around her was warm, yes, but it wasn't an overcoat. Only her torso and arms were covered, plus it obviously wasn't enough to warm her. Ichigeki took mental note that even water dragons got cold. Ichigeki's robe however draped the floor after it wrapped around the young woman. It was also thick and warm, partly because of his body heat, but also because it was a warm material.
Ichigeki nodded to her, his expression blank but still kind. He then turned back and started scanning the aisles again for at least one new book. Without his robe, one could see Ichigeki's shoulders down to the top of his navel, but from there down, his stomach was covered by bandages that wrapped around and around until they were hidden by the knee shorts. These were of the same material as the robe. Neck down, Ichigeki's upper body was covered in scars, some long and jagged, others smooth and straight, many deep but some shallow. However his face had no scars, and neither did his neck, other than a small one just bellow his chin, obviously inflicted by a bout of bad luck as it did not match any of the other scars. The scars riddled his chiseled frame, constant traveling did that to one's body.
Ichigeki searched the shelves, but as he did occasionally glanced up towards the two dragon-kin. He didn't speak for a few moments, calmly started after a rather awkward silence.

"She was not satisfied with just your jacket. It was a kind gesture, but decided to lend her my robe as well- oh, and by the way, are your books for sale, or just to be lent out?"


___ █║_library ┆𝓛𝓞𝓒𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ___ █║_- ┆𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓟𝓐𝓝𝓨 ___ █║_Calm ┆𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓤𝓢 ___




xxxxxOut Of Cookiesxxxxx

my posts are normally a bit longer than this, and a bit better, but I couldn't sleep, so I posted anyway. I may edit and revise it, but it will not be much different than this if I do.

[SpectralEternity]

Akira was rather surprised that she took his hand out of the blue, examining the small water bubble forming like latex around his gloved fingers. It was as though she'd never seen magic before, she was even asking how he did it. Bewildered, Akira shook his head and gently removed his arm, dissipating the bubble into thin air. "Just a small spell I learned for cleaning..." He shrugged his shoulders, still slightly surprised she was so interested by the spell. Apperently she didn't come to the surface often, she answered this questin with a nod of her head. Why a water dragon of all things? Dragons were a pain already, sometimes eating the books or practicing magic while still inside the library, it was a nightmare. Now, he had a water dragon sopping wet in front of him, and she was adamant about reading a book.

Well, as much as Akira appreciated her enthusiasm, he couldn't just use magic for everything, he had to know the spell. However he followed he over in spite of her defiance and watched as the other man in the room added his robe onto the girls shoulders, and quietly moving back to the shelf. This man was certianly peculiar, and had caught Akiras attention again, mainly due to the scars that covered his upper torso and the bandages on his midsection. What would this mans fears look lik- No. No. Why was he thinking that? It would be intriguing yes but absolutely not this man was a customer and he was kind enough to give this poor dragon his robe. Speaking of which, it looked like said girl had found a book.

"Have you ever used magic before...?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he walked towards her. "I can't just wave my hand and make things happen, I have to know the right spell. If I knew how to make you dry you wouldn't be shiverring there with two coats on. The books.... Are another story." No pun intended there. "If they get wet, the ink runs and the pages get stuck together, then the book is ruined. If I did manage to find the magic to dry the pages, the ink would still be smeared unless I found a time reversing spell. However... If I had a time reversing spell I wouldn't be here right now..." His eyes grew dark, clouded with an emotion he didn't really know well. Pure anger. He had been irritated at the water dragon for tracking sand and water on the floor but he still helped her and tried to keep her warm. This emotion he wore now was a much different branch of hatred.

Seeming to snap out of it, Akira turned as the other man spoke again as he explained why he had given the girl his robe to wear on top of Airas jacket, and then finally, someone asked a question Akira knew exactly how to answer; "Are your books for sale? Or just to be lent out?" This was where Akira was comfortable, and it showed, as he began to relax a little once more over the tension of making sure the Library was kept clean. "The original copies are lent, however, if you do wish to purchase a particular book we have premade copies ready for sale in the back which I can attain should you be interested in buying one." He stated, the words flowing easily from his lips as though he had said them a thousand times, which he probably had.

With that, he turned his attention back to Mikaela just as she was reaching her hand towards a book. Akira let out a frustrated sigh, moved over quickly before the bindings of the book got too wet, plucked it from her hands, set it back down on the table and began scanning his mind for a non harmful fire spell. "Pax-flamma." He muttered over his hand. The Latin book he was reading had inspired him now, "Peaceful flame", a rather contradictory spell, however he could feel as it engulfed his hand, it would simply warm, not burn or set anything on fire. He gently picked up Mikaelas hands into his own and began rubbing the flame all over, her arms and fingers until they were no longer cold or, more importiantly, wet. "There. Satisfied? You may read that book now... Just after I..." He trailed off and began drying her hair too, having enough of the droplets falling to the floor already, he didn't want them to fall into the books either. He had never had this cleaning problem before and it was hard for him to realy get a handle on what to do. It didn't help that the water dragon was rather rebellious.

Perhaps it would help to try and shift his attention to the other male. "Were you looking for a specific book?" He asked, trying to be more helpful as his real job was being a librarian, not cleaning up after water dragons, and plus he looked dissatisfied with the books on those shelves. Not surprising really, they were mostly human favorites, commonplace. There were many many more interesting shelves to browse on both the bottom and upper floor.

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As a response to the boy in glasses, "Of course I have, I'm not so much of a fool as to not know my own being." Mikaela took her focus to the shelves again, hoping to find a quaint book that would take much of her time. The rough carpet faded away, and was replaced by the smooth, cold, tiled floors. She made a sound of sarcastic disappointment to the boy's statement, "I guess you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed if you haven't acquired yourself to know a simple cleaning spell," It seemed that Mikaela was starting an argument with the boy, she smiled to herself. He started it. she reminded herself, but wanted to take the words back as soon as she realized how it sounded. "I'm sorry, I should've known beforehand that I was making more of a mess than what I had intended."

Mikaela took herself aback as she felt the presence of another being. The presence didn't seem human, neither dragon; she carefully looked around, trying not to dampen the books with her wet hair at the same time. Another tall boy whom was draped with a long robe, walked over to her place and laid it over her shoulders atop with the other jacket. His expression was softer, and gentle apart from the other boy. She exchanged a smile on her face with the warm robe, and nodded her head in thanks. As she raised her head back, she noticed the bandages around his stomach. Mikaela stopped herself before she could ask how the seemingly noticeable scars were obtained, and focused on the sword in his side. It was a katana that seemed familiar to her. Mikaela tilted her head and found the phases of the moon; she furrowed her eyes in puzzlement, she hasn't been paying attention in class as frequent as she would have liked. Mikaela looked up at the boy apologetically, contemplating whether she should give the robe back against her own desire of warmth.

The girl draped with two oversized jackets now, took focus into the book from before. She got ahold of it in her hands. Suddenly, it was replaced with the hand of the smart aleck boy; he spoke in a misunderstood manner of words which seemed foreign to her. She didn't put importance into the topic, as he dried her hands as well as her hair with the cast of the spell. Mikaela looked ungrateful to him, as she continued to skim the book; "Thank you." She mumbled without looking up from the book.

Where: The Library
Who: Akira, and Ichigeki
What: @ SHMOWZOW Finn n Jake: It's very detailed more than mine, don't mind it too much (:
Why: theme song