[@Guess Who],[@Suku] Nimoa was surprised at the encouragement she recieved, sniffling as she choked down sadness to wipe her tears away. She would pump her arms up and down to psyche herself up, looking raring to go once more as Mr. Hero asked what her new plan was. With renewed confidence, Nimoa wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, proudly declaring: [color=6ecff6][b]"If we can't kill the sun, then the only answer is that we make vampires able to survive in sunlight!"[/b][/color] she would say, proudly nodding at her newfound plan, which, was admittedly significantly more feasible than fighting the sun with a pail of water. But only a little bit. The little vampire would beam, spirits completely rekindled. [color=6ecff6][b]"That's right! This should have been my Plan A to start with! After all, even if I kill the sun and plant peppercorns, humans still sleep at night, and vampires during the day. But if Vampires can go to the beach, tan, and enjoy a picnic, then we'll be liked just like humans are!"[/b][/color] she said, clearly exuberant at the idea of being able to stay up during the day. [color=6ecff6][b]"It took me months of training just to stay awake. I missed so many midnight breakfasts...but if I can do it, anyone can!"[/b][/color] she said, crouching down and then jumping up, tiny bat wings flapping as she hovered for a moment. [color=6ecff6][b]"Let's go let's go! Let's go find an alchemist! And a bad guy for Mr. Hero to punch!"[/b][/color] she said, before floating back down. [color=6ecff6][b]"...Erm...let's see...what's an alchemisty place for an Alchemist to be..."[/b][/color] Nimoa would say, sitting back down on the fountain and rummaging through her batpack. Finding a rather aged worn map, she would furrow her brow as she looked it over. [color=6ecff6][b]"Um...I don't think this town is named this anymore...a-and I could have sworn this forest was a city on the way here..."[/b] [/color]she said, nervously glancing over the clearly aged and weathered map. She was getting nowhere with that antique that was clearly older than her. In fact, it looked older than the brickwork on some of the houses. Folding it up in frustration, she would say: [color=6ecff6][b]"W-Well, its fine! We can ask around. I promise that we'll find you someone to punch, Mister Hero! Oh, um, its a little weird if I keep calling you Mister Hero...do you mind if I ask your name?"[/b][/color] she said, going from very excited to timid and dignified as she bowed in asking for Tristan's name. She didn't want a real hero to think she was a country batkin, after all.