[IC] Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

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The wailing shriek of a Great Jaggi takes his last breath as it falls to the ground with a thump. His body was covered in many slashes and had already lost a lot of blood. The smaller, regular, Jaggies and Jaggia hiss as they retreat back into the bushes. Standing proudly on him, her left foot on the corpse, Cynthia looks down upon her opponent. She had faced many of these Great Jaggies in the past, so this was no biggie. Even the battle seemed boring for her. Beside her was her trusted felyne palico, Tybalt, the same one that assisted Cynthia's father almost 10 years ago.

"God damnit..." she sighs with dissatisfaction as she turns back to the way she came, "These Great Jaggies are all too easy. Where are all the big monsters?"

Tybalt's nose twitches as he checks the fallen foe for its scales.

"You know quite well that you won't find them here, nya...." answers the Palico as he picks up a Jaggi scale, "The meownsters are father off, deeper into the Western Schrade. You'll rarely find them this close to Minegarde."

"I know Tybalt, I know. Besides, the quest wanted us to kill a Great Jaggi anyways. There hadn't been many quests that have to hunt bigger monsters these days. Like I wouldn't mind to hunt a Rathalos or a Tigrex or... I don't know, a Barroth or something."

"I'm sure they'll come soon, nya? Just be patient. Now please... help me skin the Jaggi's hide."

Cynthia nods as she begins helping Tybalt skin the Great Jaggi before heading back to Minegarde.

[StarInaBox]

Alice stomped off of the boat and in to the small town of Minegarde, her arms crossed, grumbling to herself. She had sheathed across her back her Long Sword, Usurper's Boltstriker, which was still glowing after her hunt. It was a capture quest for a Gobul, and oddly, she never bothered to use her Shock Trap or any of her Tranq Bombs. She had only one fate in mind for that smelly fish: Death. A few weeks ago, she had been transferred by the Hunter's Guild to Minegarde from her home town of Port Tanzia due to complaints from hunting parties she had joined. She growled with anger as she remembered the letter that had sent her off...

Dear Mrs. Alice Yagami,

We have recieved an alarming number of regular complaints about your behaviors while partaking in capture quests. These complaints include, but are not limited to you seemingly killing the required monster purposefully, with the goal of capture clear in your mind. Because of this, we have decided to relocate you to the town of Minegarde, where you will hopefully pick up the art of the capture from native hunters. As consolation for your relocation, the guild has also decided to provide you with free Trap Tools and Tranq Bombs should you need them.

Regards,
The Hunter's Guild.

Shamba scurried off the boat, joining his master's side. "Try not to fret-alaka, Alice," he consoled. "As young Shakalaka, Shamba master dance much more slower than Priest-alaka. With practice and much work, Shamba become best young dancer in village!"

Alice waved her companions words away and took a seat near the tavern, where she began to pull out two hunks of raw meat. "Alright Shamba, sit. Lunch time." Shamba obediently sat cross-legged in front of Alice, closing his eyes for a bout of meditation. Alice meanwhile set the meat on the makeshift spit that was Shamba's mask, slowly turning the meat above the coals.

[soph]

Minegarde.

Why.

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Elize Abbott, daughter of a bow user, daughter of a man who died to this blazing black dragon, a bow user herself, a woman who almost died to the Deviljho, hated bugs.

She made it her mission, no, her purpose to kill every bug she saw. Most of the time it was stepping on them, hitting them with an arrow, whatever way she could, she killed those little ugly things.

She just stepped on a bug.

Hooray.

Elize sighed. Today was a slow day. She had wanted to go capture a monster, but some hunter took the quest right before her. She then was going to hunt, but some other hunter took that quest from her too, and the rest were just collecting things. So, today being dumb, Elize decided to rest for a day. There weren't any good quests lately, as well.

After she stepped on that bug, she looked in the direction of where Matt usually was and said, "Matt? Are you cooking something?"

"Yes! I'm cooking some fresh meat, nya."

Meat?

Meat.

She'll wait.

[Horrid]

Osmund Steele

Aahhh, Minegarde. Such a spartan, dusty mess of a town. It was hard for Osmund to believe he had arrived at the correct place as he jumped out from the back of the caravan he was travelling with. The caravan bobbed as his significant weight left it, his sand-coloured Diablos armour clattering as his heavy boots hit the floor. This place was so different to his home of Loc-Lac, but he wasn't fussed with complaining about it. He was always taught to respect authority, and when the Hunter's Guild says reassignment, he was damn sure going to follow through with that reassignment.

Well, as always, the first thing to do when he came to a new port was to check with the local stores and crafts. The smiths, the general store, the other traders, everyone. Osmund wanted to become familiar with all of the people he was going to be working alongside before actually setting out to work in this new locale. The smell of burning coals and hot iron brought him back to his home, before being overpowered by the smell of the arid desert air and the scents of food from the canteen and tavern. From all over the immediate area, he seemed to draw stares from the old, young and middle-aged alike. This he was used to, as it was territory that came with his significant size.

His stomach growled at him like an angry Rathian, and he patted it with a gigantic hand. Might as well christen this new locale with his first meal. Tromping over to the food scents, he rejoiced silently as he found that they made his favourite dish. Fried King Turkey with a side of stuffed Queen Shrimp, helped him to keep that shield up and stand his ground for as long as he needed to. Food kept him on his feet and kept him hunting, so you could never have enough. He ordered a large plate as he took a seat, looking over his massive shoulder at the women nearby, one sat upon the floor and another standing off to the side. They looked to be hunters, judging by their gear and company.

Osmund looked to the two of them and gave a stiff nod of the head, raising a hand to both acknowledge them and greet. A deep voice rumbled from within him, like the sound of an Uragaan snoring.

"Greetings."

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[Inertia]

Grand Myers

Elbow on the handrail on a boat that was on its way to Minegarde, Grand was drafted to the hunters guild in that area seeing as there was an influx of monsters in the area and 'apparently' they needed a good hunter there. Grand already saw through their lie, one person he had indirectly angered due to a mishap during a hunt with said person. Said persons father, who had strong connections within the Hunter guild. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why he got drafted here. Sighing he simply didn't care and took the sub-par Hunter out of his mind.

"Hey hey, Nii, where are we going?" said his adorable little sister, Aviana, tugging his shirt. "Ah, Aviana you don't need to worry, we're going somewhere nice." he replied, softly smiling to his sister and promptly picking her up. "Hnn, Nii, I am already 10 years old!" she said to him after he picked her up, puckering her lips to show annoyance, though Grand only saw this as nothing but cute. Ruffling her hair then saying "I know you are" while smiling warmly, a smile he doesn't show too often.

Quickly landing on the port, he raised an eyebrow to the Hunters in the area. Most of them weren't highly geared, and those who did have were few in between. The market place was lively and bustling with an air of hospitality, Grand thought it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought it wasn't going to be. "The guild wasn't fully lying were they." he whispered to himself, then looking around, he couldn't find his sister. He looked around and saw her taking to an old shop keeper and running back to Grand, "Nii, that nice old man gave me an apple!" she said, face full of smiles while holding up the apple to Grand. Lightly smiling, he walked up to the shopkeeper and promptly bowed a thanks to him, thought the shopkeeper was slightly scared by his glare he laughed it off and pat Grand on the back.

Finally reaching the home that was set up by the Guild, it was a nice home, not big enough nor small enough. His felyne, Jerek, who had arrived a few days earlier quickly greeted him as he entered and he pet him after so. Finding that Aviana was fast asleep, it was inevitable with the amount of energy she spent walking around after getting off the boat. Instructing Jerek to watch her as he would check out the Hunter's guild in this area, Jerek strongly nodded and he couldn't help but pet him again.

After a while of walking, his unconscious glare served to scare or intimidate some people, though Grand never noticed this. Finally finding and promptly entering the Tavern, he attracted a few eyes and Grand also scared off a few when he stared back. Finding a wall to lean back on, he observed the Inn to see any remarkable Hunters, only finding a few, like that Woman pigging out with the meat, the tall, hulking Hunter who was also pigging out and another hunter eating with her felyne. He stared at them, no one else really caught Grand's eyes. Looks like there are a few capable ones here. he thought to himself then simply shrugging, he walked on the notice board but noticed no quests that were interesting nor garnered alot of money. Deciding that he should just lightly eat, he looked around for an open table but none were and most were filled with 3-4 hunters and were full, one of the tables that weren't full was the seat next to the girl he eyed earlier. Though he would prefer not too, he surrendered to his hunger and went up next to her and asked, "Uh, is- is this seat free?"

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Cynthia Leoneart & Tybalt

After skinning the G. Jaggi dry, Cynthia and Tybalt began to head back to Minnegrade with their small hull. Finally this boring mission is coming to a close, for all they need to do now is get paid and head back to her apartment. She stops by the client, who thanked her for the materials, and gave her 1,000 Zeni. Just a measly... 1,000.

Eh.

For a mission like so, it was to be expected, as the more dangerous the monster, the bigger the reward. She nods and thanks the villager kindly as she and her partner walk off. Now she was excruciatingly bored as hell. Soon, her belly begins to growl, as it snaps several unpleasant bites inside her stomach. She remembered she didn't eat a very good breakfast, only a small slice of toast.

"Tybalt..." she asks her palico, "Aren't you feeling kinda peckish?"

"Yeah I sorta am, nya. Why? You hungry too?"

"I am. Lets use our pay to grab something to eat. Our favorite stop is just ahead."

Tybalt nods as the two enter their favorite diner, following the delightful smells of the delicious food inside. Cynthia had her favorite dish; marinated steak with a side of fresh greens and Panish to drink, while Tybalt had a King Truffle with some blessed wine. The two sit at a table together and begin to eat. Behind them, was a group of hunters, not more than 3, that were by a table. Cynthia began to consider meeting the hunters, but didn't want to be so hasty. With her ears directed on the conversation, she waits.

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Regionald

High in the mountains of Mist Peaks, a swift breeze echoes throughout the valley. As small herd of Kelbi graze on the grasses in the forest below, with migrating Aptonoth marching through the woods, and Bullfangoes forging for mushrooms and truffles. In the trees, a lone male Kechawacha can be seen sleeping in the canopy, his ears disguising his closed eyes. Everything seemed to be in order and under control. Who would dare disrupt the peace?

Suddenly, the Kelbi herd sense something coming. The scent of a mighty predator! The next to sense it were the Aptonoths, who groaned in distress as they began to run. The Kelbi began galloping away with them, squealing in fear, as both species began to run for cover. The only one truly unaware of the situation was the Kechawacha, who had just awakened after hearing the distress from the forest floor. Yet before he could analyze the situation, several large talons come from the sky, grasping the primate's back. The Kechawacha wails in agony as he is suddenly swooped up into the sky, seeing the whole forest below him. He flails his arms and legs about, trying to desperately get free. Yet with a sudden jolt of pain, the predator bites his neck, digging its sharp teeth into his throat. The primate's wails turn into gurgles of blood as he begins to slowly pass out from the lack of air in his lungs. In just a short minute, the Kechawacha finally succumbs to his death as his corpse hangs in the mighty talons of his attacker.

The attacker was a mighty Rathalos, whose territory was not far from where his prey was, just higher up into the mountains. His name was Regionald... or some hunters like to call him, "The White Striker". Yes, this Rathalos is guilty for attacking humans and several farms in the last few years and is notorious for his sudden ambushes. No hunter has ever taken him down successfully, let alone get caught.

He continues to fly higher into the mountains, where snow begins to form as he approaches his cave. This Kechawacha will make a very chewy yet tasty meal for himself. He drops the corpse by the entrance as he lands with a quiet thump. Before eating, he makes a loud roar, alerting anyone within the area to stay away. Once he has asserted his dominance, he begins to eat in peace, knowing that his domain is still in check.

[Light]

TING... TING... TING... TING... Hsssssssssssssss

Hot steam filled the forge as a massive blade of the exotic dragonite metal quenched its heated thirst in a pool of water. To them, it was a job, a service. To Veisu, it was an art. He removed the blade from its bath, pivoting his sweat coated torso as he carried his craft to a stone bench. It was here that he would assemble the mechanics inside the weapon. This was no ordinary sword and shield; it featured many unique functions.

Firstly, the blade of the sword contained small slits, in which blood would collect from fighting monsters. These slits led to a reservoir inside the handle, and the wielder could discern if this vial was full by a resonant red glow that would emanate from the blade. The hunter would then sheathe the blade into a scabbard installed in the shield, and open the valves inside the blade. This would deposit the blood into a chemical bath hidden in the shield, and the resulting admixture would fill up to five phials inside the shield.

Next, the shield contains a latch that secures the sword into the scabbard. One side of the shield was kept sharp for this purpose, for when secured, the hunter could swing the sword and shield as a great-axe.

Lastly, the hunter could release bursts of the chemical mixture stored in the phials while swinging this pseduo-axe to deal explosive or energetic damage to the target.

"Here." Veisu said, handing the finished product to a man standing on the opposite side of a counter. The man nodded and set a pouch on the counter, and departed with his weapon. Upon inspection, Veisu noted the contents of the pouch to be a large sum of coin.

Minegarde was one of the first cities to support the Hunter's Guild. And as such, it was one of the most populated. As a hunter of his rank, the Guild would allow Veisu to travel as he pleased, knowing he would commit to hunts and other services wherever he was. To their surprise, he had shown much more commitment than expected: whenever Veisu wasn't hunting or sleeping, he was gathering and forging. He had been this way since he joined the Guild, and being stationed in Minegarde was no different.

Well, it was no different for him. For others, gossip of his presence and his work would infest any town or city he visited.

[StarInaBox]

Meat sizzled as Alice turned it delicately over the coals, waiting for the brink of when Rare turned to Well-Done, just how she liked it. If she had it her way, she would have it cooked it as short as possible. She thought it had tasted better that way. However, Well-Done Steak gave you more energy and stamina, which was a necessity for hunters of all kinds, so Alice decided to cook it to a Well-Done state in the least time possible. She had become an expert of lifting the juicy meat off the spit at just the right time.

Shamba's focus was interrupted by a voice closer than the background noise. The voice was deep and strong, unlike Alice's more feminine voice. Shamba opened his eyes from his state of meditation. Unable to turn his head due to his mask being used, he spoke to the visitor with his head straight forward. "Kya! Hello, new hunter!" Shamba greeted cheerily. Alice glared at the steak, almost cooking it altogether with her electric gaze. Her anger had subsided to minor annoyance, but she decided not to speak. Alice lifted the steaks off of Shamba's head, who promptly stood and turned to face the newcomer. Surprisingly, there were two new faces nearby: One of a well-built male hunter who looked to be around Alice's age. The other was a Popo of a man, his entire body bulging with muscles built from years of training. He seemed to had just finished a meal."Alice say hi, as well!" He looked at the two steaks Alice held, looking over to the new faces. "If hunters like, we share steak-alaka!" Alice let out a surpressed growl at Shamba's cheery attitude. She had only cooked two steaks, and hadn't eaten anything at all.

With a small "hmph," she handed the steaks to Shamba, who waddled to their guests and offered the steak to them. Alice meanwhile reached in to a bag strapped to her waist, pulling out two bottles of thick, reddish-brown liquid, a mixture of Honey and Hot Peppers. It was supposed to be a topping for the steaks steak, which Alice set on the table, giving them a push to both of the Hunters that had joined her. "Shamba," she said in an edgy tone, "I need to cook some more." Shamba skipped happily back to his original sitting position as Alice pulled out two more steaks. "So," she talked over her shoulder as she set the steaks on the mask-spit, "come back from any quests lately?"

[soph]

In no time, Matt had been finished with the steak and came in, bouncing on Elize's Poogie, exclaiming for other hunters and Palicoes to step out of the way. "Coming through, meow! Well-done steak for Meowster Elize!"

When Matt got to where Elize had been sitting, he stepped up on the Poogie's head and set the steak on a plate in front of Elize. She patted her Felyne on the head, and said, "Many thanks, Matt. Return home."

Now, she noticed there were other hunters, and she greeted them with a solemn "Welcome, fellow hunters."

When she heard the hunter with what looked like one of those dancing creatures said, she sighed. "No," she said, before taking a bite of her steak, "Someone took a capture quest, and another took a hunting quest. I wasn't very interested in the others, and I am still exhausted from yesterday's questing. I never thought Minegarde could get that busy, and go back to what it is today that quickly, to be honest. Lots of quests involving those easy monsters."

Elize noticed Matt had also given her some Honey, to put on her steak, and a small bowl of soup as well. She drowned her well-done steak in honey, before taking a great bite of it, interested in hearing the other hunters' adventures so far today. When she swallowed the bite, she then downed a whole bunch of her soup.

[Horrid]

Osmund Steele

The meal was delicious, tender meat of the turkey and the succulent aromas of the shrimp making him feel as if he were hunting back home in Loc-Lac. He munched happily, but silently. In the hunting world, you had to be ready and keep your strength up at all times. You never knew when you'd have to hop up and run off to attend to an urgent quest. Images of his early career flashed into Osmund's mind, being rushed off to fight on the dragonboats with countless others. Back when his lance was his only friend. That lance was broken now, snapped delivering the blow that chased off a Jhen Mohran. He was in the care of medical Felynes for days afterward.

He smiled softly, pushing the visor of his helmet out of his face. How... how was he eating through his helmet before? He used a nearby cloth to wipe at his mouth before smiling. He was sure he was being addressed by one of the other hunters present, but he didn't exactly see which one it was. Then he looked down to see a short Shakalaka offering him some meat. With a soft smile he reached down to grab the meat, nodding slightly to the little Lynian.

"Thank you, little friend. Here."

He took a handful of his shrimp and put them onto a nearby smaller plate for the young Shamba to take, along with some of his turkey. He definitely had enough to be generous. He was a big man, but this meal was a touch too big for him. It was strange to him, that every Felyne kitchen he went to thought that he would eat like a Deviljho, and so they gave him too much food every time.

He sighed as he looked down as his nearly finished food, before looking over at the woman who had spoken before her Shakalaka. He shook his head at the woman's question. His last quest was to capture a particularly irate Duramoboros that was interrupting trade caravans on their trip between destinations. That was all the way back in Loc-Lac, and since arriving here in Minegarde a few minutes ago, he hadn't been on any hunts that he could remember.

He gave a slightly disappointed shake of the head to her, rumbling out a succinct, "No," before gesturing to his company attempting to get their attention. "What about all of you? Hunt lately?"

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Cynthia Leoneart & Tybalt

Cynthia continues eating her meal whilst listen to the conversation behind her. Then one of them asks the other hunters whether they hunted lately or not. The girl is the first to answer as she turns around.

"I just came back from one. A boring one though, had to kill a measly Great Jaggi. Got a decentish pay for turning in the scales and hide to a salesman."

Cynthia takes a quick bite of her food right after she finished with Tybalt listening in as well.

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New Monster Character Introductory Spoiler.

???

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump...

A lone monster treks just on the outskirts of Minegarde, remaining hidden from behind the rocks. He growls quietly as he sniffs the air, looking upon the bustling town. It was rush hour. Carts slow to a halt as traffic begins to clog up the entrance. Many of which contained valuable supplies, such as food, water, metals, you name it. Yet little did they realize that a monster was hiding just behind the rocks. He seemed to be ready for an ambush, as his eyes squint, his maw drools and his claws ready to spring. Was he going to attack the traffic head-on?!

Nah.

With a snort, the monster turns the other way and heads back into the hills. It was way too risky to ambush traffic in rush hour, let alone this close to a hunter's paradise. This monster knew better, for he is a legendary Zinogre, known as WOLFENSTEIN. He never liked to battle hunters, yet he often watches caravan traffic from a hidden location, watching them go buy with their goods. He never did anything wrong to the humans... yet he is the one who gets hunted. Already he's been hunted 4 times and all of them were either from accidental bump-ins or that a hunter was looking for a Zinogre to hunt anyways. This makes Wolfenstein furious! Yet there was nothing else he could do but either flee or, in a worst-case scenario, fight. The only time he fought with another hunter was only for very briefly, only charging up a lightning attack and striking it at it, allowing him to quickly escape into the rocky heights. Despite his timid personality with humans, he's definitely not a coward...

He's just a pacifist.

(Will make a profile for Wolfenstein the Zinogre!)

[Inertia]

Grand Myers

After being given permission, he sat down, not too close to the group of hunters who had 'suddenly' popped up. "Kya! Hello, new hunter! Alice say hi, as well!" said the Shakalaka, swiftly bowing his head and saying "Hello to you too." to then he was handed a piece of meat, rather well cooked, by the Shakalaka. He gracefully accepted and just quietly watched the hunters, who carried themselves with a certain grace, though it didn't seem apparent.

"I just got drafted here, so I-" he said before he got cut off, a young girl burst through the doors on the inn, hands on her side hips. Her head poking around looking for someone, she had gathered some looks from hunters but she didn't really notice nor care. Her head springing around till her gaze met with Grand. Jerek was right behind her, showing a sullen look. She ran up to Grand and practically tackled him, "Nii, I thought you left like Dad.." she said to him, teary eyed. "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere." slightly smiling at her. Quickly getting out of her slump, Jerek apologized and said "Sorry master, I couldn't do anything-nya." Grand patting his head, "It's alright."

Another hunter chimes in, and the people in the table increases by one. Just silently keeping quiet and observing the table full of capable hunters who might be stronger than him. Aviana walking around the table and with sparkling eyes saw the large hulking Hunter and asked, "Can I have a piggy back ride!?"

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[Light]

Veisu carefully counted the coin in the newly acquired pouch twice, confirming the price of his project each time. Satisfied with this, he stowed the coins away, next to small vials of healing potion, tools to spring traps, and other hunting gear, into a small sack that he would take with him on quests. He then withdrew his armor and Stahlurteil, his most preferred weapon, from a large case that he kept in his forge. He donned his blade and all of his armor but his helm, which he carried under his arm. He carefully closed and locked up the door and windows of his forge and headed into the city main.

As he drew closer to the main plaza centered in the core of Minegarde, he heard forming around him the voices of commerce and the slaps of shoes against the pavement. The dusty stone-worked streets kicked up clouds of dirt as many travelers, hunters, and merchants made their ways to their various obligations. Veisu walked unimpeded by the presence of such peoples, although his presence did earn him glances and glares from most of those he strode past.

The sun was at it's peak when he reached the plaza. Its heat beat down on those brave enough to loiter out of the shade, and Veisu was no less vulnerable to such warmth than any other. He quickly made his way to a dining area, where the heat of the sun was rivaled by the ovens and stoves that bellowed flames to keep up with the hunger of the many passer-by's who would grace such an establishment with empty stomachs and full wallets.

Already seated at and around this restaurant were several hunters, felynes and shakalakas. Some seemed to be conversing, particularly a rather large man and a small shakalaka with a barbecue spit on its head, passing food to each other, and others kept to themselves. Looking around, Veisu noted that to his disliking, the only available seating was near the chatty-folk. He thought about turning away, but the growl within is abdomen insisted on siting and eating.

With a soft sigh, Veisu rested his helm and arms on the counter, and sat upon the stool. He was quickly sought by a felyne wearing an oversized chef's hat. The cat purred and scratched its ear as it spoke. "Welcome! What can we make for you today?"

"Serve me your finest Queen Shrimp, and a side of Heaven's Bread," he requested calmly. His emotional contrast to his waiter shook the felyne, almost toppling its hat. Veisu rested several coins onto the counter between them as the felyne nodded. It swiped the coins off the counter and into a pocket, and retreated off to prepare his meal. This dish was one he would ingest frequently, to him, the best offense was a good defense, and the exotic mix of flavors would also grant him the morale to weaken his foes when blended into a stew.

He glanced over at the other hunters and their companions as he waited for his food to arrive.

[StarInaBox]

People started to crowd around her previously empty table. This would have bugged her, if Shamba hadn't given her a small plate of food to hold her over until her meal finished. She took a handful and stuffed them in her mouth, chewing them vigorously. She swallowed them almost whole, her annoyance diminishing at the kind offer from the hulking hunter. She waited for the joining hunters to tell their tale of recent hunts before he began. "I just got back from a Gobul capture quest," she moaned, grabbing the Shock Trap she had came prepared with and setting it on the table. "That's up for grabs, by the way. Hell if I ever use them. Anyways, the darn thing bit me, so I had to kill it. Let me tell you, Gobul bites hurt."

She turns back to the meat on the spit, inspecting it closely and giving it a few turns before turning back to the crowd. "This is Shamba. Name's Alice," she introduced. She pointed to the varying faces around the table. "What about you guys?" As she finished, she took a slice of the turkey she had been given and nibbled at it as she listened.

[Horrid]

Osmund Steele

Osmund nodded his large head at the newly relieved hunter, Alice, and the others speaking around him. He enjoyed the sharing of his food, it made for easier interactions and bonds to be formed. A person should not be as annoyed as she looked when they were off-duty, so anything to change that was an effort worth making. He finished his food and looked to the chef with a thumbs up and a nod of appreciation before turning back to those talking.

"I am Osmund."

A smaller voice made him turn his head to the side and look down. He looked very far down. What he saw was a smaller girl, quite a cute young woman. She had asked for a piggyback, and given her size it would be no difficult task to pick her up, even with his armor on. He smiled down at her before standing, and as he did he couldn't help but laugh. This little girl barely came up to his knees! Such a tiny person.

With a pleased chuckle, he knelt down to expose his massive back and looked back at the small girl.

"Hop on, child."

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Cynthia Leoneart & Tybalt

Both Cynthia and Tybalt wave to Alice's Shakalaka with a smile. This group seemed very friendly! Now if she can go hunting for larger, more dangerous monsters, with these people, she is sure that it will cure her boredom, as well as for the rest. As she chuckles after seeing the little child come in, a cold chill ran along her spine. She moves her eyes to the back of her, only to see that a dark looking Wyverian was glancing at the group. Looking at he alone was pretty startling, with his purplish-black Gore Magala armor and white-paled face. He did look scary. Cynthia ran her eyes back to her food and looks at Tybalt uneasily.

"Do you know who that guy is behind us?" she asks her palico curiously.

The palico takes a quick gander at the warrior and shakes his head.

"Nya, I do not recognize him>" he answers, "Though he does look frightening to say the least."

"Impressive for he to acquire Gore Magala armor, weather though money or forging."

"Indeed, but lets pay attention to what we have at hand. Pay him no mind, meow."

Cynthia takes one last quick glance at the Wyverian and then continues the conservation with the other hunters.

@Light

[Light]

"My name is Veisu..." He interjected into the group's conversation. "I'm a G-Ranked hunter, and a practiced smith. You lot look new here." His tone seemed a bit cold or possibly apathetic, but did not harbor any malice. As he said this, the felyine chef returned, carrying a platter. Upon this platter was a rather generous bowl of stew, featuring large clumps of shrimp wrapped in hollowed bread crusts.

Veisu turned back to his meal, and began to dine in, but keeping his ear open to response.

[StarInaBox]

"Ah, Smithy-Man! Veisu!" Alice stood as Veisu announced himself. She hadn't become aquainted with any of the weapon or armor smith's in Minegarde, but in Port Tanzia, the local Wyvernian Artist and her got along fairly well. To Alice, her weapons had a foreign zing to them, and she wanted to perhaps show it off. Also, she was prpbably due for an upgrade. Monster's were suddenly becoming more resistant to the blade. Why not see what she needed now? "I know your eating, but how does this look?" She unseated her Usurper's Boltstriker + and handed it to Shamba, who bounced over to Veisu and presented the weapon to him. "What would you need to upgrade that later?"

[Light]

Veisu stopped eating and looked over his shoulder at the little creature holding its master's blade before him. It's expression was a mystery underneath a large barbecue encasing its entire head. With a sigh, he looked up to Alice. "... If you desire my crafts. You will have to visit my forge. It is closed until tomorrow morning, as I will be taking quests for the remainder of the day." Having almost completed his meal, it only took him half a minute to resolve the remainder of the food in his bowl. He set his spoon down on the table, and pulled his helm over his head.

"A rare white Rathalos has been spotted in the peaks to the east. The Guild has commissioned me to drive it away." He said, his voice muffled by the enclosure of his armor.

[Lmpkio]

Cynthia Leoneart & Tybalt

When Veisu mentioned the white Rathalos, Cynthia's ears perked up. She remembers hearing about a white Rathalos earlier as she was heading to the bar, who was ravaging villages around the same area the warrior mentioned. White colorations are indeed rare in Rathalos, mostly seen around Misty Peaks. Curious, she takes a sip of her water as she pays her full attention to Veisu.

"A white Rathalos?" she asked with an eyebrow up, "Around Misty Peaks? I think I might've briefly heard of it as I was coming here. Heard it was burning farms near Pokke Village, as well as stealing livestock and slaughtering several people. Is it that one?"