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Alexei could tell when someone was spitting shade, even silently. When the woman (who bore a disturbingly close resemblance to him) sat down, Lex beckoned her over with a pint.

"No need to be a lone wolf, friend! We are all going to be in this together!"

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My character's name: Lex
Character's journal link: [x]
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Height, a massive chestnut beard, and a booming laugh equal one Lex Jamil.
Rank of character Knight apprentice
Sacred Points obtained: ???/100

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Akubi had a habit. It was the habit of staring at people as they enter and seat themselves at the table. It was a habit of staring at people in general, to be honest. If eye contact was made with him? He unashamedly maintained eye contact rather than breaking it off, he was looking for something fun to do.

He was looking for someone fun to talk to.

He wasn't out to antagonize, but it wasn't beyond him to do so either. The one that wandered in with a little bit too much body language, "...I wasn't aware they allowed pufferfish into the kingdom."

The weight of her past gone Sammy was like a tiny shark. A very happy shark, but a tiny shark none the less. She really wanted to get out and go see the training grounds, she wanted to hit things. She liked hitting things. That much she did remember. She was also hungry. Banquet hall it was. That and lots of people where there. She was curious about the people she had to admit.

What amazed her most was how everyone looked so different. In a room where no one remembered much of anything any old grudges held against another where gone. No race, no nation, knights and the darkness. A very clean slate, the thought crossed her mind and it gave her pause. Did she ever hate someone before this? She hated the darkness that much was true. It was with this curious thought she noticed one of the most exotic figures of them all.

Riley was sitting alone seemingly apart from everything simply because of all the people there she was the most different. Dark skin, long hair done in braids? No dreadlocks? It was so curious and strange Sammy couldn't help but wander closer. The little shark darting about in her blue cape and hood till she was standing across from Riley staring wide eyed and curious under the large hood. "....I.... wouldn't think of you as a knight at first glance..." She paused, what an awkward way to talk to someone. "I'm sorry. My names Sammy. I don't mean offense you just. You look rather lovely?"

This was flirting? Was she flirting? She didn't mean too. This might have been a mistake.

I wouldn't think of you as a knight at first glance.

She heard the voice before she looked up, but she knew it had been meant for her, because she was the only one who looked so dreadfully out of place when it came to being battle ready. She knew it, even without her memories and insecurities. Her time spent alone, nursing an empty upside down glass and her own thoughts, was filled with all of the different ways she would have to change in order to be more efficient at this job she was being given. The dress - what had she been thinking? How could she do anything in it? She was curiously feeling down the length of the dreads that were in her hair when Sammy spoke, because she was as surprised as anyone else to find them up there. It was as if she was rediscovering herself with every touch.

"You're right." She answered, flickering her glance at Sammy for one brief second before she felt compelled to look away. "I don't look like a knight. And if I look lovely, that's all the worse, I'd wager." Her voice sounded so quiet, so tender and naive. She couldn't bring herself to raise it more than an inch above a whisper.

"I'm Riley." She side glanced at Sammy's legs, because she couldn't force herself to look up at the woman's face, and it was the best she could do. Her head ducked shyly away, but she moved to give Sammy room to sit comfortably nearby without touching her. "I'm sorry I don't look like a knight." She didn't know why she felt the need to apologize, but when she thought about it, she felt like apologizing about everything. Guilt seemed coded into her blood.

It was hard to stoop down low enough to try and make eye contact with Riley, so really Riley was sitting fidgeting with her hair and Sammy was bent at the waist not far enough to really catch the other girls eye as she was too busy looking down at Sammy's legs. Dreadfully awkward all around, but given that no one had memories awkward and strange pretty much fit the bill. Right?

"I don't think it's a bad thing. I mean if we had to fight right now yes. But it's nice to see something." She paused standing up suddenly gesturing at herself and a few other more well armored and sometimes grimy looking knights. (Seriously she swore she had seen one that looked like a moving pile of rags. It was strange. Everything so strange.)

Turning about Sammy took a seat beside Riley unhooking her sword and placing it in her lap to make it easier to scoot in and hear the girls low voice. "Nope. No need to be sorry. Not yet. Just don't try and fight anyone like that yea? I'm sure they have the stuff you need for doing that around here." It was a big place after all. She frowned, "I feel like... I should ask you where you're from, but I don't even remember the place I came from."

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They shivered like a leaf at their place at the table, dwarfed in size by everyone and everything. Their toes didn't touch the floor, and the table was almost too high to be comfortable. Lurks reached out a bandaged hand to grab for a roll-- hard and stale, but still-- and snuck it beneath their cowl, nibbling on it in a way that didn't reveal their face. Bowls of oats and wilted turnips followed next as they ate almost too-fast to be believed. Some of it was stored for later in one of their many many pockets, eager and a little bit panicked, too.

Lurks did not remember their own hunger of days past, but they remembered famine sweeping far and wide. Their body remembered the hunger pains, to be certain.

[Entering - Yuki]

The idea of food had been an appealing one, and Yuki had made his way to the dining hall although slowly. He picked out a seat, not far from others and yet he separated himself a few seats if only to be polite and not butt into the space and conversations of others that were already assembled.

He wasn't disappointed or put off by the food or lack thereof. The young man simply helped himself first to a bit of bread and a small hunk of cheese. Ale too, of course, if only to wash down the dry bread with.