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[color=MediumOrchid]Time:[/color] 9 am
[color=MediumOrchid]Location:[/color] Sun Elf Castle Hall, Avalia
[color=MediumOrchid]Interactions:[/color] Rosaria and Saoirse [@Potter], Annya and Sophie [@princess], Raven [@Tae], Caelan [@Alivefalling], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], Nuallán [@13org]
[color=MediumOrchid]Equipment:[/color] A bag full of stolen jewelry, tattered remains of several documents, and a dagger
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Jomari gasped when Rosaria conjured light from her hand. As far as he and the resistance were aware, the Spaniards had no affinity for magic and mystic arts as they said their 'God' deemed it as work of the 'devil'. He was aware his own people were before the Conquistadors enslaved his forefathers and erased all of their records on their culture and ways of living, rewriting his countrymen's own history to benefit theirs. They were vile, selfish, and despicable, using their own religion to blackmail and corrupt Jomari's people's minds. 

The [i]diwata[/i] in his Nanay Minda's stories were not bad and not bad at the same time. They loved playing pranks on humans and were very territorial, often putting a curse on a poor guy even if he just accidentally ventured into their territory in the forests and mountains. He even recalled some were called but above all, most were kind and generous. They were known to give humans they favored gifts as tokens of their friendship, but not without a cost.

The elven princess who showed the light from her palm ordered another elf to retrieve clothes for them, especially for two of the humans who seemed to be half-naked. One of them, who introduced himself as Ismael to the princesses, looked nicer right now for Jomari's eyes but he was such a turn-off for trusting these people at once. Another human named Caelan seemed to be in distress after he was ordered that smoking was prohibited. Ugh, smokers were the worst. 

There were also the three other women who seemed to be close to Jomari's age. Nothing extraordinary about them at the moment so he decided not to care about them.

The elf returned with a cart full of different clothes and shoes. Jomari was used to stealing from the closets of his rich targets' wives but even they couldn't compare to how beautiful and stylish they were. The material and threadings that were used to make these clothes along with the shoes were so alien to Jomari. They even brought in foods that were more luxurious and delectable than the last. Looking at them made Jomari sad and homesick. The resistance could barely scrape by the month and they were all content even with eating dried fishes and tomatoes. Even when many of their comrades were lost to war, they still found ways to be happy in such a dark time.

He looked down at the pair of elven prop ears given to Jomari. Rage filled him from within and he crumpled them in his hands. [color=MediumOrchid]"Nuallán, right?"[/color] He turned to the elf who brought the clothes and food in. [color=MediumOrchid]"I'm sure you're well aware that servants can only speak when spoken to, yeah? So why don't you just stay quiet, follow your masters' orders like the obedient little dog that you are, and mind your own fucking business?"[/color] He said to him, shooting him with his own glares and mocking smile.

Jomari then turned to the two princesses, approached the cart full of food, and while the other humans were busy eating, he stabbed the one that seemed to be a big roasted chicken with his dagger. [color=MediumOrchid]"You give us clothes, cook food for us, grant us powers beyond our wildest dreams, only for you to make- no, [i]force[/i] us to put our lines for you. No, I'm afraid that's not going to happen. As you and your people have your war, it just so happens that my people and I are fighting our own war too. So let me just make this clear in a way you can understand... I will not put my life in the line for the sake of people I don't even know!"[/color] He shouted.

[color=MediumOrchid]"I mean, how am I supposed to know you're not the bad guys here huh? All these shining lights and beautiful architecture or fucking whatever could all be a facade to hide how rotten and evil you are underneath. You promise us all these gifts a man could only dream of only to lead us to our deaths like lambs to the slaughter! If you think I am willing to die for you then you are dead wrong, your [i]royal highness[/i]. I have suffered enough!"[/color] Jomari said, regarding them in their status with a mocking tone.

[color=MediumOrchid]"You proving your magic doesn't mean jack-shit to me, [i]princess[/i]. If you're so great at making light appear in your palms then why don't you go out to the frontlines and use that magic to fight your enemies? A good leader always fights with his soldiers in battle, not summoning other people to fight your own fights while you cower inside your ridiculously large castle like a coward. And you!"[/color] Jomari turned to his fellow humans who were eating and putting on clothes. [color=MediumOrchid]"You mean to tell me that when someone abducts you from your home, gives you food and clothing, and wants you to risk your life for them, that you would actually do it? How fucking stupid are you? Am... Am I the only one here with a working brain?"[/color] He asked them in disbelief.

Jomari finally turned his attention to Princess Rosaria and glared at her. [color=MediumOrchid]"So no, [i]princess[/i]. I refuse to fight for you so I would ask you ever so kindly to return me back to my own world. If you can't then I'd just stay here in his god-forsaken realm and enjoy everything this world has to offer. Kill me, torture me, I don't care. Like I said before, do your fucking worst."[/color] He took out his dagger from the chicken-like food and tossed the elf ear props at their feet, turning his back on them, and was about to walk away.