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[center][h1][url=http://i.harem-battle.club/images/2016/05/31/V7mRBQ.png][b][color=a187be]Anemone Violette Fulgur[/color][/b][/url][/h1][/center]
Anemone grumbled angrily under her breath as she pulled hard enough that she felt like her arms would fall off. That damned goblin had gotten Fulgar well and truly stuck hasn't she? On one hand it was an impressive feat, but bloody oath it was annoying. She had better be able to remove this or this goblin was in for a real [i]shock[/i].
Eventually Anemone seemed to give up as her arms felt like someone had tied them to a rack and started cranking like their lives depended on it. She cast a glare over at Rika before Xiang, Ryla and Yaj now speaking bought Anemone's attention to them.
Great. First a goblin, now some orcs? What was this place anyway? From the looks of it, a place of assorted weirdos and weaklings, at least in Anemone's eyes. But they were better than nothing at the least, the less work for her after all.
Besides, she had come here to find a purpose in life and start her life as an adventurer. Not make friends, but it also wouldn't do to make enemies.
[color=a187be]"Any chance someone can pull this out?"[/color] The purple haired girl began straining some water from her thoroughly soaked dress, which she only just realised was dripping water, as she looked around the group.
It would seem that these two orcs ran the kitchen and shop? Not that it really interested the former noble, but food was always good. Man she could go for a roast...
At that drool enticing thought, she noticed that the owl man was now speaking. Sounded like he wanted to leave, but instead sorta just...laid there, not doing much.
[color=a187be]"Jeez one fight and already giving up. You might've been able to see what was going on if you hadn't gone in and turned yourself into a snack. Pathetic."[/color] The girl commented bluntly before waiting for someone to pull out Fulgar. She would also continue to dry and strain some more water from her soaked clothes, but honestly it wasn't doing much considering she was still wearing said clothes. The sooner she got a chance to change and thus let her clothes dry, the better.

[center][h1][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/b2/7d/5ab27da4540d0687c75cf2d37f96c65e.jpg][b][color=ed1c24]Capala Spark[/color][/b][/url][/h1][/center]
Capala sooned realised the mistake of rushing at the toad as it too realised it's own mistake of coming close to the adventurers and turned to flee; but not before trying to crush Capala on it's way out. And it probably would've succeeded too if it wasn't for the spear that came flying in out of nowhere and tore through it's skull like a wet paper bag. Like seriously, nasty stuff.
He took a few deep breaths to steady his out of control heart. It felt like it might just pop out, that's how hard it was pounding in his chest. With that initial adrenaline gone, the realization that he was close to death was begining to kick in.
He didn't like this world. He didn't like his old world either, but at least there toads wouldn't try to eat or crush you to death. He could handle thugs, but giant toads? Come on.
Another feeling was also creeping in. That of disappointment and disgust in his performance. Not only had he hesitated in helping the owl guy, but he had pretty much done nothing once he had moved but almost get killed. I mean sure, the owl guy was also getting his ass handed to him but that was a different story.
He halfheartedly listened to what to the half orcs and Xiang had to say, mostly just taking note of their names and congratulations, as he sheathed his beyond crappy dagger. He looked towards Quarrel and shrugged.
He wouldn't lie, he sucked. He sucked beyond belief. Luckily though it would seem that Quarrel was too preoccupied with not being eaten to notice him failing to fight the thing, so that was a good thing. Right?
He frowned at what Anemone had to say though. While she wasn't necessarily wrong, she was a little harsh. Capala could sense the snobby background and practically smell the wealth this girl must've been raised around, which raised various questions none more important than why she was even here, so Capala instantly disliked the girl.
Goblin girl? Well she was a goblin, Capala wasn't too sure what to say or feel about her. I mean, he wasn't used to having a goblin as a potential ally. Even in games in his world, goblins were usually enemies.
Owl guy? Well he seemed like he was leaving soon, but Capala was more interested in him than the strange centaur woman, the orcs and especially that crazy sounding and looking..demon..girl? Quarrel seemed far more like him than anyone else here, plus he had a question he wanted to ask.
[color=ed1c24]"Ignore the snob there. All she did was faceplant into a lake. Anyways, names Capala. Did ya need a hand or something?"[/color]