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[color=MediumOrchid]Time:[/color] 10 am
[color=MediumOrchid]Location:[/color] Outside Sun Elf Kingdom
[color=MediumOrchid]Interactions:[/color] Rosaria [@Potter], Sophie [@princess], Caelan [@Alivefalling], Nuallán [@13org], Aurora [@chrysocoma]
[color=MediumOrchid]Equipment:[/color] A dagger, fake elf ears, a ring of disguise, bag full of supplies, and some new schweet clothes
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Getting to know each other? These elves stressed about being up against seemingly powerful foes and instead of training to fight the enemy, they want to waste time by introducing themselves? To be fair, it was an efficient way for soldiers to form a much more solid bond with their fellow men so they could fight better as a team, at least that's what the resistance thought so. They were born from the same motherland so it made sense to form camaraderie between them so they could unite better against the bastard colonizers. 

Still, Jomari wanted nothing to do with these irritatingly bright elves. The sooner they're done with all this, the better. He guessed he had no choice but to go along with whatever Rosaria and the other elves want to do, listening to everyone introducing themselves. He glared at Rosaria and Nuallán but this time it was in utter shock and confusion. These people were hundreds and thousands of years old and yet they didn't look a day over 30. Nanay Minda had always stated that 'diwata' were long-lived creatures as they harnessed the power of nature to retain their youth but he didn't realize they were [i]this[/i] old! 

Based on what Jomari saw earlier, Caelan could manipulate the very earth below them so at least the elves weren't lying about humans having the power to control the elements. It also seemed that each human could control different elements, but if these elves and other creatures had thousands upon thousands of years to perfect their magics and whatnot, what could a couple of decades-old humans do against them anyway? 

Jomari looked at his fellow humans and it looked like they were taking this fine like thousand-year-old, magic-wielding humanoid creatures were as normal as night and day. There must be something in the food they ate or maybe they just gave up on trying to perceive what's normal from what wasn't based on human standards. For Jomari, he was too busy trying to live another day to care about anything else. He didn't even have time to have a boyfriend, though there was this one time... Eh, it was a story for another day.

He listened to his fellow humans introducing themselves as Sophie and Caelan with Sophie telling that she admired Jomari's outfit. She probably wanted to say something nice to him amidst all of the negative vibes Jomari was putting out and if there's one thing he knew, one must always reward kindness with kindness in return. [color=MediumOrchid]"Your outfit is pretty too, I suppose. That shade of blue works well with your hair. Perhaps try violet next time."[/color] Jomari complimented her back, not smiling at Sophie but not sneering at her either.

When it was his turn to introduce himself, Jomari rolled his eyes and blew away a strand of his hair. [color=MediumOrchid]"Jomari Lodegrano, 24 years old. Born in a time where those Spanish bastards sailed across the seas, spreading the word of their wretched god and killing those that got in their way. They stole our motherland from our own forefathers generations ago and we've been fighting for our freedom ever since."[/color] He nonchalantly said then he added. [color=MediumOrchid]"I'm also gay as fuck, so yeah."[/color]

After introducing themselves to each other, the elven princess brought them over to a stall that sold random objects that were all alien to Jomari. 'Oh great, the constant threat of being attacked by the enemy is always present. Why we waste more time by wasting money?' was what he said in his mind but he kept his thoughts to himself. No use in spewing out more words as he reckoned he's getting on Rosaria's last nerves. Even the kindness of a thousand year old magic elf had its limits.

He looked over the assortment of choices and was surprised to find some things that he thought might prove handy. The explorer pack should work wonders for someone like him who's used to camping out into the wild and the choices for dresses could be very useful for him to trick some rich men at a tavern for some quick cash or two. 

As he was contemplating on what to buy, Jomari was surprised when another elf approached their group and talked to Rosaria. She said her name was Aurora and she wanted to join their group. Jomari only tsked in silence and rolled his eyes. Great, even more elves decided to join them. No doubt this seemingly very youthful-looking elf girl was just as powerful as Rosaria and Nuallán and his fellow humans were too busy acting like lovebirds, even though they just met an hour ago!

He just shook his head at his hopeless comrades and continued to look over the assortment of items when two things piqued his interest. He picked up a vial giving off a fragrant scent and a jar full of viscous green liquid with a skull mark on the outside. The green liquid must be poison and a smile slowly formed on Jomari's face. He had never actually killed anyone though something told him he'll have his first time sooner than he thought. 

[color=MediumOrchid]"How does this poison work? Is this potent enough to grant your enemies a swift and painless death or hours worth of pain and anguish before they draw their final breath?"[/color] Jomari asked Rosaria with an evilish twinkle in his eyes.