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 Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 9:48 pm
Smooth silky sands of soft white, the beach is littered with wondrous see-shells and shark's teeth. The water is a shimmering aqua marine with just enough clarity to see until the water gets deep. Small fish, sea turtle babies, and shell-fish can be seen in the water and at night small white crabs scuttle across the sand. It has just the perfect position to watch the sun set with a wonderful date, or just make sand-castles by yourself, whatever makes you happy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:40 am
The Curious Tale of the Stray Kitten
The little bedraggled ball of fluff washed up on the beach, exhausted to the point of collapse, she dragged herself another inch forward out of the water... and another... and another. When she was finally clear of the water line that's where she flopped with a sigh, her eyes closing and her breathing shallow, for all appearances nothing more than a sunbathing animal sprawled out on the white sands of the beach.
The wreckage that floated onto the shore behind her told a different story though. Remains of a lifeboat clearly worse for wear, broken and torn it was a wonder that it still even floated, gently beaching itself further with each wave that rocked it as if it were trying to follow the her onto dry land. Filled with a collection of items, all of which were wet and crusted with the salt of sea water; backpacks and life jackets, flotsam and jetsam of all varieties hoarded by someone who obviously didn't think they were going to see land again and gathered up all that the could in an obvious effort to hold on to much needed resources just in case.
How the kitten managed to be the only survivor wasn't clearly obvious but there it was. How long she laid in the sand feeling the rough surface rubbing against her belly with every breath, the sun warm upon her back and drying her heavy fur and bringing life back into her frozen limbs. Eventually her tail started twitching, and soon her legs stretched out behind her... finally her arms pushing out before her as a yawn of exhaustion widened her maw. She shakily stood, and shook her body from head to toe, only briefly entertaining the idea of cleaning herself with her tongue til she remembered she was coated in more salt than fur.
She kicked her back leg a few times and turned to face the boat, her head tilted as she thought carefully about her predicament, and padded over to sniff at the boat's contents. She had to struggle to climb back over the edge, and almost fell head first into the bottom of the raft; something that would have probably been more comical under any other circumstances but the kitten just looked so darn serious as she peeked out from behind various debris.
Lastly she climbed onto the prow of the boat, her gaze travelling up and down the coast searching for something... or maybe looking out for something... or someone. Studying every shadow as if it might hold a potential enemy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 1:49 pm
[Enter Malak from Town Square.]
Wandering down the shore, Malak thought reading by the waterside was a great idea...until she came upon an odd kitten in a severely damaged boat and sighed. She was looking for quiet, not adventure. The witch should have stayed in the square, at least she wouldn't be so tired from walking so far. "Hey, kitty-cat, I wouldn't stay in that boat if I were you." Malak had a rule about people and creatures in Kuro Shiro: If they didn't look normal, they probably weren't. Also, they could problem speak, too. "You might get washed away." Well, the odd kitten looked damp, so she assumed it already had a dip in the water.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:36 pm
The wind began to pick up, bringing in with it the remaining smells of a sea storm, and even more curiously, a long trail of sand. The wind twisted and turned the sand this way and that is it gently deposited the sand onto the beach as if fearful of whether the sand would be angry. Once all of the sand had been deposited, a voice seemed whisper on the winds. "There you are Nasuada, I told you I'd get you here no problem. So are we square?" The wind seemed to ask the pile of sand.
As the wind spoke, the pile of sand shifted, seeming to lift itself on roughly forming legs and arms. Eventually a decidedly female figure rose out of the sand, looking somewhat cross. "Yes, I suppose we are square, since I only lost a few fingers in the travel and you dumped me on a beach so I could reclaim it. And I doubt you made it here 'no problem'." She snapped, jerking her head at the wrecked boat. Typical wind spirits, more trouble than they're worth, it's all about favors with them, and speaking with them is impossible and makes me look a fool. The wind was rolling slowly at her feet, literally feeling down. "Oh stop that Ollor! You're a storm spirit for crying out loud! Go make sure you didn't kill something." Nasuada snapped, turning her back on the wind spirit, which did exactly nothing since the wind was all around her, but the wind got the dismissal.
The storm wind spirit swirled in anger at the rudeness of Nasuada, and contemplated blasting her off her feet. But it was never wise to anger the Sahara Desert, the only earth spirit he ever heard of that survived becoming sand and the only earth spirit that had ever "quit" taking care of its land. Her power could be immense. Eventually he sighed and flowed over to the wreck, taking care not to pass over the human on the beach, and found that there was indeed a survivor on the wreck. He flown down to her, apologizing. "I must apologize, didn't intend on your boat getting caught in my storm. Are you unhurt or do I need to find someone to help you?" Ollor asked. For being a wind, albeit a large one, he generally tried to make up for some of his wreckage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:19 pm
[Mae can follow her into town or whatever.]
In the boat and trying to pick up the deceivingly heavy kitten, Malak glanced over at the windstorm happening on the beach and sighed when she saw a crabby North African woman with dreadlocks form from the sand. She did her best to eavesdrop on the sand woman and Ollor—the storm spirit dude—while appearing busy. The witch managed to heave the kitten onto the beach before Ollor came over and asked if the kitten—or he could be asking her, the witch never knew with this weird town—was hurt or not.
Her sisters would say his question was silly, Malak thought it was stupid. "Obviously the kitten is damp from your storm, so yes, she's hurt. Obviously, I am dry except at my feet from where I hauled said kitten out of the damaged boat. What's up with you and Mrs. Sahara? She looks pissed off to say the least. Did you have a bad date or something? Earlier today, it sounded like a water elemental and a couple of dragons had a bad group date, too." Malak always kept tabs on the invisible magic network that ran throughout this and other dimensions. It helped her keep track of town gossip, like right now, Axel was flirting with Aura, Ookami was taking to the Black pickpocket, the raspy voice pickpocket was talking to the shadow elf, the two female dragons were enjoying lunch, the male dragon was eating with the sun and moon twins, a newcomer just checked into her hotel, two newcomers just walked into the Cross Roads Bar, and the water elemental was heading to the bar as well. It was a more than eventful day for the witch, she wished the day would finish up already. "Anyways, habibi, I'm gonna take this kitten—if I can pick her up again—to the hospital or vet's office. I haven't decided which." As she spoke, she tried to pick up the kitten, but gave up and took out her wand and made the kitten float in the air. It was so much easier.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:54 am
Ollor's wind blow gently around the woman, laughing softly at the mere idea that someone would go on a date with her. "Oh no, that was definitely no date. She just always too pissed off to think to say thank you for carrying her over an entire ocean and this sea. But sand spirits are always testy." Then he made his voice a whisper of wind in the woman's ear. "Just between you and me, I wouldn't mention water elementals around her, if you thought she was pissed at me, you should hear what she has to say and wants to do with all water elementals." Ollor placed some of his wind underneath the now levitating kitten, increasing the pressure of his wind until he was positive he could bear her weight. She seemed quite awake, but simply too weak to move. "Well, wherever you take her, allow me to provide some assistance. Carrying her is the least I can do after I sank her."
Nasuada strode across the beach, calling out, "Ollor, before you forget the rest of our deal, like all you wind spirits seem to do at some point or another, don't forget that favor I called called for transportation and an escort through town until I know my way around it. Do you have that escort?" She added testily.
Ollor's wind picked up angrily. Insults from humans he could take with no flak, simply because they didn't know any better. but insults from other spirits or elementals he couldn't stand. They knew how big and powerful he was, and still treated him like some errant breeze. "Yes, I have an escort ready for you Nasuada, you'll see that he is very accommodating to people of your deposition. He'll be here soon, so if you don't mind." Ollor added briskly, "Kindly move out of my way so that I can take this little one elsewhere."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 12:37 pm
Malak, amused by Ollor, smirked as she listened to his complaints about the sand spirit woman and his warning about mentioning water elementals. Now that was something of interest, she wondered why the sand spirit hated water elementals.
However, she didn't like the sand spirit's attitude, she was rude to Ollor and had no valid reason to be after he brought her to the shore. Having a general dislike or hate for something didn't mean a person should bash on everything like it or related to it. "Ollor is a great wind spirit, Madame, so please treat him politely. And please avoid the bar. You won't like it." The witch neither smiled nor gestured to the sand spirit.
Malak glanced at Ollor and the floating flame-red kitten. "The hospital would be better, unless this kitten can talk." Knowing this town, the kitten could shift into a human or furry and talk.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 11:32 pm
Everyone was spared the repartee of Nasuada when a light breeze, infinitesimally smaller than the all-encompassing wind of Ollor, rolled onto the beach, smelling sweetly of high-mountain laurels. This breeze slowed down as it reached the group, gaining form much in the way Nasuada had, except this time only with a mist-like substance. In no time a young man. in ragged, somewhat wind-blown, clothes had formed in front of the group. "I beg pardon Ollor, I was circling around town a tad longer than I expected. Very interesting news." The boy said, with a decided Italian accent, though the smoothness and cultured method was startling coming from such a young face. He waited for just a few moment's until he was absolutely sure he had the wind spirit's attention, nodding slightly in the direction of Malak as a way of greeting. Ollor, just like any wind spirit was a tremendous gossip; it didn't take long. "Those twins you once told me about, Kuro and Shiro was it? Well it appears that they returned, and plan on throwing a little ball in celebration. The whole Town is invited apparently, bound to be a big mess. Should have seen Okami's reaction." He chuckled slightly, before addressing Nasuada. "Many greetings, dear Nasuada Sahara. it is a pleasure to have you joi—"
"Oh enough flattery, I've had enough of it from this windbag, I don't need it from you. The only improvement I'm seeing so far is that I can actually see you, though there's not much to see. You are my escort, correct?" Nasuada interrupted, quickly growing tired of waiting around on long-winded speeches from winds. She had completely forgotten the wind and the witch.
The young man smiled, bowing as he said, "Yes, my name is Lucien Tokeran, and I am your escort for your stay here in this town. Ollor thought you might like a face to speak with." Lucien did all this with a small playful smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying the hostile nature Nasuada was giving him. Ollor was right to beg me to take care of this one, she is quite... difficult. Lucien generously thought. He extended his elbow for her to grab. "Shall we go?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 6:12 pm
Malak stared at the boy who appeared through the wind, having felt his presence in the town through the magical networks. He was more child-like than she imagined. "Kuro and Shiro Wilde, a hundred-twenty somethin' women, daughters of the town founders are back? Okami won't like this," said the witch to herself. Then she said to the desert spirit, Nasuada Sahara—what a lovely name for such a vile woman— "Not attending the ball is an insult to the Wilde twins and will result in a curse. Now, come Ollor, we'll take this odd-ball kitten into town and get her checked out at the hospital or something, though I think she just needs food and water. This is a fabulous way of leaving the Sahara, who should be thankful eight African nations are trying to restore her back into fertile lands." With that, the witch hooked her arm with Ollor's, waved goodbye to the Italian wind-boy Lucien, and walked away from Sahara.
[Exit Malak to the Town Square.]
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:29 am
[Exit Ollor with Malak to town square}
Nasuada harrumphed at Malak's advice of going to such a ball. "What do I care of such things, let them be insulted. It's not like they can keep track of everyone who enters and leaves this little coast." Nasuada stated with a dignified sniff, before she actually began to think about the remainder of what the witch had said. A curse? While I doubt there is much they can do to curse me anymore than I already am, if they are indeed this powerful, they may just be able to help my plight. She shifted around to face the boy "I've made my mind up, take me to the nearest store for clothing, consider it part of this tour you will be giving me."
Lucien bowed slightly at her suggestion. "Yes of course. I know just the place in fact, though for speed and comfort's sake, I will be changing into a breeze. If you wish, I may carry as such, he said, smiling inwardly at the thought of making her as uncomfortable as possible. Just a small bit of revenge will set her straight. She'll learned that I can just as dangerous, if not more so, than my friend Ollor.
"Fine, just let's get moving." Blast these wind spirits and their ideas of traveling, she thought as Lucien melted into mist once again and began to swirl around her. Bit by bit, she saw herself being blown away, carried by his breeze. The size and breath of Lucien's wind worried her, and almost immediately she began to fret over losing sand as she was whisked away.
{Exit Lucien and Nasuada to Quirky's clothing}
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 12:39 pm
Alexis strolled casually along the beach in her cat form, her tail swishing slowly behind her. This was where she would wander until some stranger saw the cute kitty and brought her to their home. Once there she would collect whatever she wanted and make an exit back to her room in the inn, it worked every time. She was also, however, looking for companionship, not necessarily a male or female relationship partner, but a friend would be nice. But the only people she could find was the goody goody ones. something caught her attention and she strolled casually over to the unknown person, letting out a attention pleading meow, slipping closer to the cat like humanoid.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:49 pm
[You should post in Kuro Shiro Manor because that's where everyone is posting.]
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 10:08 pm
{Enter Ollor and Nasuada}
Ollor flowed into the beach deposited Nasuada's sand as gently as he could, which was similar to saying roughly, since he couldn't easily maneuver the equivalent of ten football fields of fine-grained sand. But she reformed without complaint, which both pleased and disturbed him. This must have been a major shock to her systems, I hope she recovers soon enough, though the lack of scolding is pleasant. "Take your time recovering, I'll be here most of the night, holding wind court and nightly maintenance, Ollor called out to her as he began to swell back into his regular size, which easily covered the entire beach. Soon after he began increasing the presence of his spirit, the quickest method gaining the attention of the other winds. He was gathering a wind court.
Nasuada slowly nodded at the words of Ollor, sinking to the ground to lay in a prone position across the beach. She slowly began to administer her will into the surrounding sand, claiming and shaping it into herself. It was frustratingly slow to her and that worried her, but this was the first time she had ever suffered such damage all at once in eons, since she first formed on the crust even, and it was humbling and served to show weak she was now. Her sand rippled as her will shivered at the concept of weakness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 3:28 pm
There was a large roar as all the wind in the land rushed to the beach, turning the sandy beach into a conglomeration of breezes, gales, and storms. If there was anyone on the beach at that time they would have heard nothing but the roar of the wind that whipped around, bringing the scents of all of Kuro Shiro with them, but would have seen no one. But to those who could see the invisible currents of energy that formed these spirits, they would have been that the beach was overcrowded beyond belief by wind spirits of all sizes and strengths. The only one that didn't show was Lucien, which brought much confusion as he was much loved by the overall chief of the winds in this region. There was a clamor over this and myriad of other things, complaints and favors were thrown carelessly, chaotically. Ollor patiently listened to the winds, before sending a bolt of lightning out of the blue into the surf to get attention. An hour later they all calmed down enough to listen. "Now as you all wondering why you are all here, I'll give you some very important news. One, the Twins have returned." A great joyous uproar came up at that and several small whirlwinds cropped up from the spirits with enough power to do so. Ollor put some pressure on the crowd of winds, forcing them into an uncomfortable quiet. No wind liked being forced into anything and it was something Ollor only did sparsely and only in critical need. "Some of you may have been at the party that celebrated their return, and thus know that it had become disastrous. Their manor was nearly destroyed, several humans were injured or even killed, and to top it off, an Enslaver came through the area and took a dragon." He rumbled darkly, storm clouds brewing in himself, lightning sparking quietly within his depths. For once the winds were still and quiet. An Enslaver was nasty business to spirits, as they often forced the spirits to act against its will or be bound to something, often for eternity. Both were common nightmares of winds. A meek little breeze, smelling of pine from Kuro Forest was the only one to speak in the heavy silence that followed. "What do we do?" Ollor felt all the attention back to him. "I have offered to give assistance to a search party that has the mission of finding and apprehending this Enslaver, its 'pet' dragon, and rescue the captured dragon. I would like to enlist your aid in finding this Enslaver. This is a dangerous request I know, and those that refuse to do so will not be judged, your rewards are the gratitude of the people of Kuro Shiro, the Twins, and me. It is not much I know, but I trust you can think of something. So, can I depend on my winds?" And oddly enough all of them agreed, rushing out as soon as they were given descriptions of the Enslaver and his dragons.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:00 am
Not soon after he issued his order to the wind spirits, one had returned. It was a gale wind from the Shiro Mountains, "Reporting a mysterious dragon that was throwing all sorts of flames up in the Shiro Mountains, closer inspection showed that it was over a cave just large enough to hold the dragons you described. After the dragon left down the mountain, a man with the same look and feel as you described practically flew down the mountain like he was a wind. I could feel a flame elemental in this stone sword, I could hear it crying." The gale said, nearly sobbing as he described the flame elemental. Ollor was angered at this man now, he had suspected that the man was an Enslaver, but to have it heard from one of his winds firsthand was more than enough to fuel his rage. Three miles off the coast line, a large tropical storm formed as he vented his rage away from the land. He dismissed the gale back to his territory before turning his attention back to Nasuada, who was still prone on the sand, slowly reforming. "I'm going to be leaving for a little while, once you can move you have free reign to go where you wish, just don't cause too much trouble." Ollor condensed himself, and sped off to town to find that water elemental who swore he would take care of the Enslaver.
{Exit to Lobby}
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