Blade Kuroda
Feeling that he had spent enough time at the tavern, Shun left without much of a thought. As he stepped on out the door, he paused and glanced from side to side, trying to figure out where he should go from here. Perhaps he should have asked Rivek for some key locations in the city, or at least a map, but it was far too late for that now. He'd have to wander around some more to get a good feel for what where was what.
With that in mind, he just placed his hands into his pockets and picked a direction to start walking. There were a few key things he had planned for now. Try to recall more of what happened, try to find out what became of his friend, and if possible, get the hell off of this world. The first one was pretty much all on himself. The second relied somewhat on the first. And the last one did not seem all that easy, even with the aid of others, not that any of the three seemed like they'd be a breeze. Memory was a fickle thing after all.
As a sort of secondary goal, he supposed he should try to see if he could find some sort of small job to do around here. He had nothing of real value on him and there wasn't any way he was going to give up his daggers. Seeing how this was some sort of afterlife, he had strong doubts that his former getup of being a hitman would be all that useful. Not unless it was possible to die again, in which he didn't know what the hell would happen from there. Just having thirst and hunger didn't say much in that regard after all.
But in any case, having a bit of cash could help him along, even if it was just a little. It was a general truth, despite being an annoying one at the same time.
This led him to trying to think of what he might be able to do. Ideally it wouldn't involve any sort of writing or reading unless he wanted to risk royally messing something up.
Maybe that mask salesman could use some help..
Well. It was a starting point, he supposed. And so, he turned around and started to head to where he saw that stand.
rhyn crenham
Rhyn let out a sigh, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips. "I'm. . ." he paused, "I've been better." He forced a tight lipped smile, shrugging. "Thank you for your concern" he added, setting his forearms onto his knees again, clasping his hands. His focus drifted off to nothing in particular. The female's intentions were unlikely to be harmful, but after what just took place he felt rather vulnerable, her queries unsettling. Her stare seemed to bore into him, as if peering into his soul. Feeling uneasy, he leaned forward, resting more heavily on his thighs. "What happened?" Indeed. What had happened exactly?
"I am uncertain as to how to answer your question" Rhyn replied mildly, choosing his words carefully. This was partially true as he himself wasn't remotely sure of what had just occurred. He figured, however, that she wanted his supposition of the events, more accurately, what he had just experienced. This wasn't something he felt he could explain to just anyone. Rhyn had encountered more than enough people who simply considered him to be psychotic. Experience showed plainly ignoring the inquiries only fed curiosity, while answering them honestly only led to rash responses. Playing dumb or giving vague answers until the inquirer got bored had proved to be the best tactic.
"I am uncertain as to how to answer your question" Rhyn replied mildly, choosing his words carefully. This was partially true as he himself wasn't remotely sure of what had just occurred. He figured, however, that she wanted his supposition of the events, more accurately, what he had just experienced. This wasn't something he felt he could explain to just anyone. Rhyn had encountered more than enough people who simply considered him to be psychotic. Experience showed plainly ignoring the inquiries only fed curiosity, while answering them honestly only led to rash responses. Playing dumb or giving vague answers until the inquirer got bored had proved to be the best tactic.
Luna_et_Noctis
"Well, I would be satisfied with your best guess." Lamia answered slowly. "It appeared to me as though Mandy, the young girl, had been hurting, ah, attacking you in some way. Is that a decent assumption? She denied involvement, but..."
Her gaze softened as she analysed the man's posture. "He is confused...and possibly more damaged than he appears. Perhaps I should look elsewhere for my dinner tonight..." She crouched down in front of him to make eye contact. "Sir, you do not look well; do you have a place to return to this night? If you like, I can escort you home."
Her gaze softened as she analysed the man's posture. "He is confused...and possibly more damaged than he appears. Perhaps I should look elsewhere for my dinner tonight..." She crouched down in front of him to make eye contact. "Sir, you do not look well; do you have a place to return to this night? If you like, I can escort you home."
Sadye
"Sounds like bad blood anyways if you ask me, cutter," Sadye replied as the bartender slid her the drink she'd ordered - a nice snifter of the local brandy, she hoped it was as good as Cagey's - and she forked over a couple of of silver coins that were slightly tarnished as if they'd been held in the hand of something that didn't react well to the metal. "So it's a lily then? This is where the deaders are?" She shook her head. "Soddin' hells, I didn't think I'd been boxed yet. It was just a soddin' gate, not like I jumped out a bleedin' window or stood in the Lady's shadow!" Sadye frowned. She couldn't be dead, she just couldn't be. She was still young for a tiefling...well, relatively...sort of....ok, middling. Still, she had too much life left to live and things left to see and questions left to answer. She slapped her hand against the bar counter. "That bleedin' well settles it," she said and then looked to Meilin. "You and me, cutter, we're gonna find a way off this rock."
Devaena
Devaena chuckled as well. "I can't say I'd blame you. Relationships like that are never worth the hassle."
She put in her order with the waitress as well and then turned to regard Astra again. She'd touch back more on the subject of the man who'd scarred that pretty face soon enough, but there were other areas she could touch on now that might be less painful. better to not ask all the hard questions at once unless you had the leverage to do so. "So tell me, what kind of fighter are you? Soldier? Mercenary? Self-taught?" The question was simple at its core. What drove her to be a fighter instead of something else entirely?
She put in her order with the waitress as well and then turned to regard Astra again. She'd touch back more on the subject of the man who'd scarred that pretty face soon enough, but there were other areas she could touch on now that might be less painful. better to not ask all the hard questions at once unless you had the leverage to do so. "So tell me, what kind of fighter are you? Soldier? Mercenary? Self-taught?" The question was simple at its core. What drove her to be a fighter instead of something else entirely?
Katherdante
Meilin hiccuped as he nodded slightly. "What does that involve exactly?" he asked looking up at her as he took another sip of his wine with lips that were pursed in anxiety. It wasn't all that bad once you'd gotten used to it. Or so he was telling himself. How did a masque turn into a drunken conversation with a strange horned lady? Ah well, he had heard of odder things happening. "I am an artist, not a fighter or anything like that." He said, catching himself from complaining about his inefficiencies. There was only one person he talked to about those things, or when he was drunk. Was he drunk yet? Best slow down.
Sadye
"That's simple cutter. We don't gotta fight, we just need the chant on things. You can be my adam and listen for the juicy stuff while you're selling those masks of yours, and I'll do some digging around and see if I can get in with the local mimirs. Then we'll meet back up, piece it together, and find our ticket outta here. Simple right?" she finished with a toothy grin before taking a swig of her drink.
Astra Asgren
Astra shrugged a little, "Wasn't by choice, believe me."
She was feeling strange talking about this stuff, but not in a bad way. Devaena was different from others somehow. Formidable for sure, but there was something else to her. Astra didn't think too deeply into it yet. No need to get too concerned. It was best to let things unfold on their own if they were meant to do so at all.
"My people are warriors by nature, and I learned all the arts extensively as I grew up. Something snapped in me though and I changed completely. My fighting style suddenly was something I had not been taught and I was stronger in more way than one..." She hesitated for a moment and then decided to just go ahead and say it. She was dead anyway, right? "My thoughts changed. In the pattern and how they flowed. I also was able to speak and write in a language I did not learn."
She met Devaena's eyes, she was telling her stuff about herself that wouldn't mean a damned thing to Dev, and she knew it. None of this was any great secret though, she just hadn't found anyone intelligent enough (to her standard) to bother sitting down with and talking to. Talking about these odd things that had changed in her at least was steering Devaena from looking at her actual background, and more just her as an individual. This was intentional.
Katherdante
Meilin couldn't quite understand her. All he gathered was that she wanted him to get information from his customers. "Ah, yes... but I can tell you already that many people do not know. Probably the digging around is what would help. Honestly I've been kept so busy creating my work since I came that I haven't had as much chance to hunt around for information, not that I'd know where to start. I am very specialized you see. But, I would... I think home might be best if I can get there. So yes, I will work with you." He nodded, taking one last sip of wine. "I have a place here, a studio apartment that I work from. You can stay there with me while you look if you would like."
rhyn crenham
The voices seemed quieter now, much to his relief. This generally happened at night, although, after the chaotic events the evening had yielded, Rhyn hadn't assumed anything would be as usual anytime soon. It was growing darker and people were dispersing gradually, back to the inns and nearby residences.
The pale girl propped herself directly in front of Rhyn, who eyed her warily. She had a hungry stare. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the female's gaze was not a casual one. "I believe there were other circumstances to cause the events of tonight" he answered pointedly. Assuming he had said enough already, he left it at that.
He had nowhere to go. An inn was the most likely location, if he could find the means to rent a room. Sighing inwardly, Rhyn determined that the next best approach would be to provide her assistance, or something. Yes, something. A distraction from the topic on hand, and certainly from assisting him any further. Inhaling deeply he stood, almost abruptly, causing the female to move to the side allowing him space. Turning to face her, he masked himself with another smile. "I am quite well, actually, thank you. May I assist you, rather, to your next location?" he asked politely. "Perhaps you can tell me why you felt the urge to, quite frankly, recklessly intervene in the confrontation?"
The pale girl propped herself directly in front of Rhyn, who eyed her warily. She had a hungry stare. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the female's gaze was not a casual one. "I believe there were other circumstances to cause the events of tonight" he answered pointedly. Assuming he had said enough already, he left it at that.
He had nowhere to go. An inn was the most likely location, if he could find the means to rent a room. Sighing inwardly, Rhyn determined that the next best approach would be to provide her assistance, or something. Yes, something. A distraction from the topic on hand, and certainly from assisting him any further. Inhaling deeply he stood, almost abruptly, causing the female to move to the side allowing him space. Turning to face her, he masked himself with another smile. "I am quite well, actually, thank you. May I assist you, rather, to your next location?" he asked politely. "Perhaps you can tell me why you felt the urge to, quite frankly, recklessly intervene in the confrontation?"
Luna_et_Noctis
Lamia could not suppress a peal of light, mirthful laughter. "Adorrrable. Ah, I could just eat him up." Lamia thought to herself gaily. "I had best leave him alone, I don't know if I would be able to contain myself..."
"What a gentleman. Yes, you may," she grinned broadly, "and you as well, sir," she called to the large man looming behind her. "I am to meet a friend at the Worldspanner's Inn. Unfortunately I cannot speak to the quality of their food and drink as I have not yet been there myself, but I have been assured that it is quite the place." Ignoring his final question, she extended her arm in the direction of the tavern as she pulled her cloak shut with the other. "Shall we?"
"What a gentleman. Yes, you may," she grinned broadly, "and you as well, sir," she called to the large man looming behind her. "I am to meet a friend at the Worldspanner's Inn. Unfortunately I cannot speak to the quality of their food and drink as I have not yet been there myself, but I have been assured that it is quite the place." Ignoring his final question, she extended her arm in the direction of the tavern as she pulled her cloak shut with the other. "Shall we?"
Blade Kuroda
Shun could only hope that he was walking in the right direction. He hadn't been in the city for long at all and that riot earlier had him running around a bit so he wasn't completely certain if he was where he thought. For all he knew, he could very well be straying far from where he wanted to go, but at this point, it likely didn't matter a great deal. Either way, he was getting somewhat of a better feel of the layout, especially since he was keeping tabs on some of the places he was passing up.
As he moved on along, he spotted a vaguely familiar being up ahead. There was a woman who resembled the mask lady he had spoken to earlier on, but he couldn't be certain. He didn't exactly get to see her face earlier on after all. Even so, he figured he may as well try his luck.
She appeared to be with another, but if she was busy, that wouldn't be a problem. It'd be an annoyance, but he could always go elsewhere.
Quietly, he went ahead and continued to approach to see if she was who he thought she was in the first place.
Luna_et_Noctis
The woman turned at his approach. The lady's silver mask and fabric mask both had disappeared, and she smiled at him as soon as he was close enough for her to recognize him. "Hello again sir. Have you found the answers you had been seeking?" she asked lightly, with a laugh. Her movement seemed much more relaxed than when he had seen her earlier. She discreetly ran her eyes over the man. While he was lacking social grace, he looked...healthy enough, at least. And rather handsome. "He would do...I suppose. If I can swing it."
Beneath her cloak, her snake coiled its way up her body and settled itself in the crook of her arm.
Beneath her cloak, her snake coiled its way up her body and settled itself in the crook of her arm.
Blade Kuroda
Any doubts that this wasn't the same woman washed away when she greeted him, which saved him some trouble.
"Some of them, yes," he said quietly, closing the gap between them as he spoke, "I don't expect finding everything to be all too simple."
Once he was before her, Shun just looked her over for a moment or so now that he was able to see her face. She was fairly attractive, but he had business on the mind.
"I was actually looking for you though," he started but then hesitated from there. That hesitance soon left, though. This couldn't be too starkly different from asking if there were any contracts that needed to be done at home. Even so, he supposed that he had to keep in mind she was with someone else at the moment.
"But if you're busy right now, it can wait."
Luna_et_Noctis
"No, not busy at all. This young man" she motioned to Rhyn, "had just offered to walk me to the WorldSpanner's Inn. Would you care to join us?"
Blade Kuroda
"I suppose," Shun said plainly in response. Though, it wasn't as if he could really stay at an inn right now. Unless his assumptions were wrong regarding his funds, he figured he'd be stuck in the streets for a little while. How pleasant.
"Anyway, I came looking because I wanted to know if you needed help, or if you knew of any opportunities in the area," he said, getting to the point.
Luna_et_Noctis
"Hmmm,"Lamia sighed thoughtfully as she began walking in the direction of the inn. Most of the opportunities Lamia had encountered so far were a bit beyond her... ability, and so she had paid them little mind. However, she still thought she might be able to help the man, depending on what he was skilled at doing. "I suppose that depends... What skills do you have?"
Blade Kuroda
Shun couldn't help but grimace at the question. Then again, he was well aware of how limited things could get in terms of trying to find a more conventional job around here.
"Hunting down individuals, but I get the feeling there isn't exactly a huge market for that around here. I suppose I could be wrong though," he grumbled. Aside from that, he supposed it could potentially attract unwanted attention if he wasn't careful enough.
"A few other things here and there. Basic cooking, some first aid, and some other."
Luna_et_Noctis
Finding people, eh?" Lamia threw up a shark-like half-grin. "Well, I might have a job for you, but let's wait till we get to the inn to discuss it," she said, lightly enough. "As for other, more permanent work..." she trailed off. "I have only been here a few days, but I will ask around. If I do hook you up though," she laughed quietly, you'll owe me a small favor; are you cool with that?" She asked, catching his eyes with her own. Her face had relaxed into a light, pleasant expression, and she playfully brushed her hair out of her face with a free hand.
Blade Kuroda
Well, finding people was just half of what he had meant but the other half wasn't all that required he supposed. At least not in this case. Shun's expression hadn't really changed all that much, but he gave a simple nod as she placed up an offer.
"Fair enough. It isn't as if I have anything else to give in return right now," he murmured before pausing.
"The name's Shun by the way," he said, figuring he may as well give his name at this point. His gaze shifted to the other guy in the area briefly, then turned his attention back to the woman.
Lori Annalynn
"I don't . . . " There was a hint of confusion in Reed's tone. He had thought the dead didn't bleed. It made sense, after all. But, he realized, he had never actually asked his mother about that. So maybe they did?
Reed shook his head, dismissing the issue. "That doesn't matter. You've died." Things on this Plane weren't making much sense to Reed; but he did not doubt his instincts—not in this. He knew what the dead felt like.
An idea occurred to Reed. "Ah," he said, blinking. "Maybe you bleed because you think you should." Perhaps it was all in the mind. Clearly, this man didn't realize he was dead; if he were in denial, then perhaps he was shaping his perception of things. But then, why had Reed seen it, too? He was back to the dead-trying-to-ensnare-the-living option. All of it was driving him crazy.
"You're dead," he announced. "And I'm not. And no matter what you try to do to me, I won't be staying here."
Kimaya
"Are they really?" Blakely allowed his face to show a little of his amusement at her perception that people were wary of him. "I'm rarely on this side of the platform, actually. I suppose small creatures frighten easily," he finished with a flash of teeth. "But not you... " But she would be frightened soon enough once she followed him up to the Greater Platform. He planned to bring her to the eastern center and then get lost - on accident of course - and let her panic until she was ready to do anything for help. Then he would show up and feign concern at getting separated. After that, things would only get more interesting. She would be eating out of his hand.
Hopefully she didn't get herself killed there first... it would be a waste.
After winding their way around the area, finally the grand stair was in sight. It was very obviously deserted... the closer they got to it the less people were around. Most ordinary people avoided the stair leading to the other area, which accounted for the emptiness of the area.
"The city office is this way, and actually not too much farther.... it's a bit crowded up there, but don't worry, Ill make sure no one tramples us." He motioned for her to follow and then began ascending the steps.
Hopefully she didn't get herself killed there first... it would be a waste.
After winding their way around the area, finally the grand stair was in sight. It was very obviously deserted... the closer they got to it the less people were around. Most ordinary people avoided the stair leading to the other area, which accounted for the emptiness of the area.
"The city office is this way, and actually not too much farther.... it's a bit crowded up there, but don't worry, Ill make sure no one tramples us." He motioned for her to follow and then began ascending the steps.
Finoewae
Well this is just wonderful!
The skies were still somewhat dark and the streets quiet, as Teagan plopped herself down on a welcoming wooden crate in the alley. She kicked her feet at the ground, furious at herself.
Earlier, she'd been following a gentleman named Blakely (or so he said), away from the square, and into back roads she wouldn't have traveled on her own. He seemed oddly helpful and friendly but there was something about him that didn't sit well, and that feeling never quite went away.
Teagan was nearly done overcoming the nausea of distrust in her stomach, but at some point in the early night last night, part of her memory came back. It was sudden, like an electric jolt to her body.
I was running. I was...oh my god. I was...there. Why was- She stood deathly still at this point, and Blakely had turned, to eye her curiously.
Another flashback, and Teagan saw the clear image of her sister. There was a blade...there was shouting...and blood...
At this point Teagan had started to back from Blakely slowly, her eyes wide. A terrible thought had come to her. What if the encounter with her sister...was fatal?
No...
The thought of her actually being dead overwhelmed her but the more she thought about it the more it seemed to fit together, with her current circumstances. Here she was in a place that seemed to trap all inhabitants. The people were strange, the skies and architecture strange. She'd studied enough of the world to have recognized a culture like this...but everything was alien.
Emotions rushed to her heart as she continued to think.
And if I'm here...this must be...
She didn't dare finish the sentence in her head, but now she started to run away from Blakely and whatever madness he was leading her to. If she was where she was, the last thing she'd want was to speak with whoever was in charge. Anger, regret, fear all rushed through her veins as she flew down the narrow alley, back to the shadier market in the corners of the city, then back down the broader alleyway towards the plaza center. She didn't look back, but she could hear that Blakely hadn't followed her. He hadn't even bothered to try, the first instant she took off.
Now the plaza center and its magnificent fountain were in sight. Yes, this was the alley she'd hid in when she first woke up. The same cracks in the walls...and now conveniently a crate to rest on. It was still before dawn, her eyes welling up at the thought of facing everything. A voice in her head tried to soothe her; perhaps she was wrong. After all she'd only spoken with one person. She needed more information before she was allowed to let these emotions completely take hold.
So for two hours she sat motionless, staring straight ahead at the opposite wall, with an expression of stone herself. What little noise occurred in the early morning was ignored. Over and over she replayed any and all memory that had come to her recently. The moment a songbird began to bellow overhead, her lips began to move. Silently she mouthed out the thought that had driven her back here and immobilized her.
"So this is...Purgatory."
rhyn crenham
"Very well, let us proceed." She appeared to disregard his question entirely, but this wasn't surprising to Rhyn. No matter, he shrugged inwardly, it was simply another thing to keep in mind. He offered his elbow to the female, posing another query. "Miss, I don't believe I ever asked your name." As they started moving for the inn a dark clad male approached them. The unnamed girl seemed to be acquainted with him, as she waved him over to join them. Curious. What surprises did this man have in store for him?
DXSciz
It seemed as though the man wasn't wishing to share much with Lamia. Though honestly, if he were as new to this place as John Tyler was, the Garcan captain couldn't blame the well dressed man. Honestly, he hadn't said much himself. Not that he minded talking or sharing, John Tyler was socialable enough. Some of the time at least. Not too much anymore after what he'd lost. But it really came down to a need to speak. And seeing as the scene's attention was not on him, he stood by in silence. But he did understand the avoidance he was reading from the properly dressed man. It seemed as though there was something he wished to avoid saying. To a Garcan, sharing about one's self was a very private and important step in building a relationship such as friendship. Garcans were mostly jovial but they did not share much of themselves with strangers. Because of this cultural upbringing, John Tyler felt no need to question Rhyn. What he said would be accepted by the captain and left alone. It also helped that John Tyler didn't enjoy being questioned...An inn. Maybe he would come. Since Lamia had offered, he felt no reason to ignore the suggestion. "Sure." Is all the large man replied. Though, he turned to look around at the scenery surrounding them and spoke softly to himself. "Maybe I can get some answers there." Inns often had many different people and from far walks of life. If anything, somebody SURELY had to know something. Though, if Lamia knew about places within this new confusing world, maybe she had some answers to his questions. John Tyler contemplated asking her. But something stopped him, or rather, someone.
John Tyler watched the new comer. Oddly, Lamia knew of him too. Perhaps she was more familiar with this place than the others. Part of the captain felt a bit of relief at his luck for having run into someone who possibly knew more about where they were than he himself could begin to answer. Though, another part of him, deep from inside, began to mistrust Lamia due to this. Perhaps she knew more because she had something to do with this place or how people were getting here. And while she seemed nice enough, there was no putting this recent revelation behind them. He would continue to trust her until she proved a snake. The best way to avoid getting into any trouble though would be to just pretend he didn't now feel a reason to question her motivation on speaking to him. But the temptation to just out right ask her did surface.
Hopefully this man she knew from before would shed a little light on the situation. John Tyler listened carefully to their conversation while he stood to the side. He hadn't moved much from his spot near where Rhyn had knelt before. He felt that the properly dressed man only needed a moment on the bench to regain himself. Though it did just occur to him that the properly dressed man and himself had not really been introduced. And while this thought drew his gaze onto Rhyn, his ears were still hanging onto the seemingly unimportant chatter between Lamia and the newcomer.
Even though he couldn't shake the feelings of doubt on Lamia's standing, she did give him a place to head to. And he had no clue where this 'Worldspanner's Inn' was. Perhaps it was best to follow. Keep one's enemies close after all.
His better judgement pushed him forward with them. Though as the two began to walk, John Tyler noticed their conversation had shifted to something less than innocent. Work. But what kind? From the sound, not something an average person would speak of. Contracts and the like. More reason the seed of doubt in his stomach began to grow. His feelings of mistrust slowly expanded. But he felt it best to keep that to himself. He didn't know anything of the companions he now kept.
The conversation had lead to some more common work now though. Maybe it was best to just keep everyone he met at arm's length. Not that he was quick to make friends in any event, but John Tyler felt it best to avoid getting too warm with anyone in this place. At least until he could discern where he was.
But thinking on the condition this properly dressed man had experienced made him feel the need to approach him about something. His pace quickened for a moment so he could get within speaking distance. "Hey..." Maybe this man could shed some light on....well really anything at this point. "That normal for you?" Of course, John Tyler was referring to the bit about the man crumpling and squeezing his head. If it was not a normal occurrence, then how could he have been sure that the flying little girl truly had nothing to do with it?
rhyn crenham
Rhyn raised an eyebrow to the large scarred man's question. Slowing his pace, he came to a stop, allowing the newcomer and girl to walk a few paces further. Facing the man, he collected his thoughts. "I beg your pardon," he stated in a slightly hushed voice, having a feeling he knew exactly what he was asking about. "What might you be referring to?"
DXSciz
John Tyler slowed with the man and stayed to the side. At first, he expected some form of a simply answer, a knock off even. Habitually, he repeated his statement in the same tone he had previously asked it. "Is that normal for you?" But seeing as the man spoke in a hushed tone, perhaps he had accidentally probed with the wrong question. He was a little more aware that word choice could change the perception of a statement. But was it really that or had he just hit a sensitive nerve all together?
Perhaps it had actually just been the word 'normal' that had spiked this hushed tone. Perhaps this man found something wrong with being 'abnormal' in some sense. This caused him to quickly rethink the way he had asked the question and then rethink how to go about just checking to see the properly dressed man's sudden concern was not the way John Tyler would react to the answer. "Is it common for you to experience headaches like that?" It was complete assumption that what had happened was a headache, but it's the best way the garcan could think to express what he was asking. Not much about this place really made sense yet. But at least maybe this would ease the tension his question seemed to bring to the surface. And just to be safe, he decided to throw in a little leeway for the man. In case he had touched a sensitive subject. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want."
He personally didn't care if the man said it was completely normal for him to experience intense headaches that crippled him or if he said he was some kind of freak who could hear other people's thoughts. Just as long as he had some idea of what he was dealing with. And as long as it didn't mean it was a threat to him.
Though just to check his latter theory he decided it a good thing to think a statement to himself and see if the man could hear it. I don't really care if you are crazy or not, but I'm not going to walk around without a clue about it. If this man seemed to react to that thought, which at this point wouldn't really surprise him, he'd at least know. And if he didn't, no body had to know that he was making sure this comparatively small man wasn't psychic.
Perhaps it had actually just been the word 'normal' that had spiked this hushed tone. Perhaps this man found something wrong with being 'abnormal' in some sense. This caused him to quickly rethink the way he had asked the question and then rethink how to go about just checking to see the properly dressed man's sudden concern was not the way John Tyler would react to the answer. "Is it common for you to experience headaches like that?" It was complete assumption that what had happened was a headache, but it's the best way the garcan could think to express what he was asking. Not much about this place really made sense yet. But at least maybe this would ease the tension his question seemed to bring to the surface. And just to be safe, he decided to throw in a little leeway for the man. In case he had touched a sensitive subject. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want."
He personally didn't care if the man said it was completely normal for him to experience intense headaches that crippled him or if he said he was some kind of freak who could hear other people's thoughts. Just as long as he had some idea of what he was dealing with. And as long as it didn't mean it was a threat to him.
Though just to check his latter theory he decided it a good thing to think a statement to himself and see if the man could hear it. I don't really care if you are crazy or not, but I'm not going to walk around without a clue about it. If this man seemed to react to that thought, which at this point wouldn't really surprise him, he'd at least know. And if he didn't, no body had to know that he was making sure this comparatively small man wasn't psychic.
Luna_et_Noctis
"Shun, I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance," she smiled as she began to lead them to the inn, (or back to, in Shun's case) "my name is Lamia. I should probably warn you though, I have only been here for several days, and while I have had the good fortune to meet many...nighthawks,"she grinned to herself at the word, "since I have arrived, I so far have little myself in the way of funding. But! Depending on how things go, you should not worry about having a roof over your head tonight, or a hot meal to eat."
As she spoke, she led the small group through the Axel of Commerce to the Worldspanners Inn. She walked slowly, and pointed out notable landmarks (or storefronts) that would help the others find their way about their new home. "and that is the alchemist shop of Jalaheg, the friend I am going to meet. As you can see," she motioned to the plaza she had led the group to, "it is just off of the square in front of the Worldspanners Inn." Even though the waxing moon cast heavy shadows across the white stone plaza it was easy to see and hear the water spouting from the ornate fountain in the middle of the circular area. Come, let's go inside!" She grinned as she walked up to a large building with a large painting of a moonshaped planet that read: The Worldspanners Inn. She slid something (her snake) into her satchel before pushing open the door and walking inside.
As she spoke, she led the small group through the Axel of Commerce to the Worldspanners Inn. She walked slowly, and pointed out notable landmarks (or storefronts) that would help the others find their way about their new home. "and that is the alchemist shop of Jalaheg, the friend I am going to meet. As you can see," she motioned to the plaza she had led the group to, "it is just off of the square in front of the Worldspanners Inn." Even though the waxing moon cast heavy shadows across the white stone plaza it was easy to see and hear the water spouting from the ornate fountain in the middle of the circular area. Come, let's go inside!" She grinned as she walked up to a large building with a large painting of a moonshaped planet that read: The Worldspanners Inn. She slid something (her snake) into her satchel before pushing open the door and walking inside.
Lawrence Jackson
Moments after Lamia entered the inn, Lawrence Jackson looked up from his hand, sensing another predator. “Boss?” his human companion asked quietly, noticing his master's distraction.
“Fold.” Lawrence whispered as he laid his cards down and stood, quietly sliding his knife into his hand from up his sleeve. He walked up behind the white-haired woman and caught her lightly by the shoulder. “Yer fangs are showing,” he whispered into her ear. “Wanna step outside and discuss it?”
She tensed beneath his grip. “I don't know what you are talking about.” she whispered back.
“I think yah do,” he replied, pushing her discreetly towards the back door, knife pressing into her back.
“Fold.” Lawrence whispered as he laid his cards down and stood, quietly sliding his knife into his hand from up his sleeve. He walked up behind the white-haired woman and caught her lightly by the shoulder. “Yer fangs are showing,” he whispered into her ear. “Wanna step outside and discuss it?”
She tensed beneath his grip. “I don't know what you are talking about.” she whispered back.
“I think yah do,” he replied, pushing her discreetly towards the back door, knife pressing into her back.
Blade Kuroda
Nodding to Lamia, Shun made a note of the name. It was unfortunate she wasn't around longer but she still had a better idea of this place than he did. As he looked towards the other guy around, he noticed that there was actually one other man in the group as well. He was a gruff looking guy as far as he could tell, but that didn't necessarily mean a great deal.
While Lamia gave a mini tour on the way back to the inn, he looked at the places she had pointed out. He had seen them on his way towards where her booth was, but it didn't hurt to go over things again.
Looking up at the Worldpanner Inn again, he just let out a breath and walked back inside. It was a little strange to go in when he just came out of it, but it didn't really matter a whole lot.
While Lamia gave a mini tour on the way back to the inn, he looked at the places she had pointed out. He had seen them on his way towards where her booth was, but it didn't hurt to go over things again.
Looking up at the Worldpanner Inn again, he just let out a breath and walked back inside. It was a little strange to go in when he just came out of it, but it didn't really matter a whole lot.
Jenannen
“It doesn’t’ matter that I bleed?” Avery scoffed as he gave his dagger a quick cleaning with a scrap of cloth he pulled from his belt pouch. With a flourish his dagger was returned just as nimbly as it had been withdrawn and the cloth returned to his pouch. “Next you’ll be telling me I should be incorporeal,” he laughed as he reached for the celestial’s hand, “that I should what? Not be able to touch you?” He arched an eyebrow. “Or maybe pass right through you?” he offered a playful half grin. His touch would dismiss that line of reasoning before it could be further explored.
“Because you think you should,”Avery mentally laughed, but schooled his expression to one of polite amusement, “A very useful spell that would be indeed, affecting things with nothing more than a thought.” Ignoring the reiteration of his death Avery continued on; “I’m not staying here either, I need to figure out where I am so I can get back for Sen.” All this talk of his being dead must have thrown him off. He knew better then to associate Sentelle with Aeth’eeru. He sighed.
rhyn crenham
Quite pressing. Although, he did follow it up with a non-obligatory statement. The man had essentially given Rhyn an avenue in which he could answer vaguely if he so chose. While his size was considerable, he didn't come off as threatening- all the same, Rhyn didn't know him any better than he knew the pale girl.
"I suppose that would be an accurate statement" Rhyn replied diplomatically. 'Headache' was a complete understatement, but if it satisfied the man, then he had no qualms. A handful of voices interrupted his thoughts, some being more distinguishable; there was one in particular, or two, that felt forced, as if trying to speak over the crowd. It caught Rhyn's attention, as he could count on one hand how many times he had heard a voice so individually within the unrelenting din. It seemed to repeat itself a few times, in an effort to be heard.
Rhyn's eyebrows furrowed. "If you are crazy or not. . ." he repeated quietly. Why was it so persistent? "Crazy" he muttered again. He chucked lightly, then continuing to mumble "yes. . . I suppose many, including myself have considered me mad. . ." trailing off. He turned around, realizing he had been pacing as he spoke to- himself. Himself. Drat. He noticed the man who had inquired of him earlier, staring directly at him.
"I suppose that would be an accurate statement" Rhyn replied diplomatically. 'Headache' was a complete understatement, but if it satisfied the man, then he had no qualms. A handful of voices interrupted his thoughts, some being more distinguishable; there was one in particular, or two, that felt forced, as if trying to speak over the crowd. It caught Rhyn's attention, as he could count on one hand how many times he had heard a voice so individually within the unrelenting din. It seemed to repeat itself a few times, in an effort to be heard.
Rhyn's eyebrows furrowed. "If you are crazy or not. . ." he repeated quietly. Why was it so persistent? "Crazy" he muttered again. He chucked lightly, then continuing to mumble "yes. . . I suppose many, including myself have considered me mad. . ." trailing off. He turned around, realizing he had been pacing as he spoke to- himself. Himself. Drat. He noticed the man who had inquired of him earlier, staring directly at him.
Blade Kuroda
Upon walking in, Shun looked around once more, but it seemed that Lamia had disappeared for the time being. With a frown, he tried to see if he could spot her, but he saw no traces of the women. How lovely.
Shaking his head, he glanced back to see if the other two had entered, but it seemed they were lagging behind some. Damn. They wouldn't be much help for if they managed to catch where the woman had disappeared to. A part of him had to wonder if she really did have something in mind for him anyway, but he saw no reason for her to lie about that. Not at this point in time at least.
Now that he thought about it... the last thing he did wasn't involved with his work was it? Something else had been going on there. Shaking his head to himself, he tried not to dwell too much on the matter at this moment and looked over at the door.
He wasn't sure how far back the other two men were, but he stood by the doorway for now to see if they'd be walking in soon.
Shaking his head, he glanced back to see if the other two had entered, but it seemed they were lagging behind some. Damn. They wouldn't be much help for if they managed to catch where the woman had disappeared to. A part of him had to wonder if she really did have something in mind for him anyway, but he saw no reason for her to lie about that. Not at this point in time at least.
Now that he thought about it... the last thing he did wasn't involved with his work was it? Something else had been going on there. Shaking his head to himself, he tried not to dwell too much on the matter at this moment and looked over at the door.
He wasn't sure how far back the other two men were, but he stood by the doorway for now to see if they'd be walking in soon.
Lori Annalynn
The man's touch, his confident tone, even his logic all served to stir doubt in Reed's mind. He might be suffering from denial; but Reed's mother had also said that things were different in the land of the dead: Time flowed differently—if it flowed at all. People who had passed on did not have the same cares, the same worries, as those still living. And whatever Reed thought he knew, this man still cared about something.
Reed looked at his hand, where the man had touched it. A real enough touch. And, he had to admit, returning his gaze to the stranger's face, a real enough man. Reed shifted in the street, wishing for a moment he had not hidden his wings, wanting to fly away. To fly home. If only it were so simple. But nothing here was simple. He took a deep breath, lowering his head for just an instant.
When he looked up again, the stranger was still watching him with that polite, amused expression. He couldn't say why, but it made him want to talk to this man, despite the potential consequences. Quietly, almost hesitantly, he asked, "What's Sen?" A part of Reed wondered if asking it would prove to be a bad decision. Well, he wouldn't know until it was too late; so for now he might as well hear the answer. And besides, he was curious to know more.
Demon watched at the young woman crossed herself and he let out a long laugh. 