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His smile almost caught Isyph off-guard, and she couldn't help but offer a small smile in return before acknowledging the situation. She was even willing to let Dodger labeling her as an 'accomplice' to slide, with the promise of meeting new people in a city that had been the very image of dismissal before. "I haven't been in Vaald, long, Anne" she admitted, even opting for informality, letting her smile widen for the Elf, "but I'm getting my bearings, the longer I have to hang around..." Something tinged her mood, though she couldn't exactly place whether it was bitterness or relief; knowing, now, that she hadn't entirely failed in her quest in leaving Silverbrook and certainly wouldn't have to slink back there in complete defeat.
The Uquii let her eyes rove over Anne, for a moment, her features settling reflexively into one of unbridled observation. It only lasted for a moment, but Isyph wouldn't dare let her stare linger unabashed for much longer. There was something hauntingly beautiful about Elves, and she found Anne to be a perfect depiction of why people so often pined for the long-lived race. Maybe it was jealousy, though she would never admit that outright, at least not openly. Maybe it was something more complicated. Regardless, the moment passed and Isyph stepped away from the two; towards the door, trying to shake off the exceedingly odd thought about how she'd just shaken hands with the woman. She steeled herself, with her back turned, to whatever bizarre humor was making its undulations through her vaguely disorganized thought process.
"The temple to Gnara should be by the Serene Pools, if I remember right. We should get headed there, soon," she was straining her gaze against the light filtering in from the streets, outside. Though it was unclear, it seemed that the sun was hanging lower in the sky than she had remembered. The Lunar Festival was set to begin within a short couple of hours, and Isyph found herself suddenly worried about what exactly that meant. While she wasn't one for idle speculation, there was a weight about the air that seemed to speak of ill-fortune; or, at least, she'd gotten that feeling a few times...just before a heavy storm. With a push, she parted the doors and made her way down the steps she had hesitated on, earlier.
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With only the slightest of exasperated exhalations, Lucia shook her head and stared onward. Talking to K always left her feeling like she was engaging in something much akin to work, which wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy it; it was simply that she enjoyed allowing herself, or Lucia, whoever she happened to be at the time, to have the slightest air of impatience when it came to the task. For a long time, she hadn't said anything else, merely nodding or waving to those she passed on the street...occasionally darting out of the way of larger, roaming Aedrasilians. They were certainly a varied bunch, with genetic differentiation that produced a wide array of beautiful and horrible creatures; with equal measure, if she were to gauge the situation aloud.
"I don't know why he'd choose a place l-like this," while Lucia's tone didn't betray Wraith's lingering excitement, she felt that K would well understand her response, "Though, you're right in questioning his motives. It may well be that the Scratch, in his delirium, is planning something malicious." She winced, noting the overlap in her own words with Lucia's, and reminded herself that they had entered a populated area; a careless mistake for someone as well-disciplined as she.
The deserter shook herself back into her role easily, after following K's gaze. They had approached the Serene Pools, looking for a raving Scratch. It seems they had found just that. Or, at least, she much suspected that a man lingering nearby was the source of the bizarre sharp-tooth's vague meanderings. While the Pools themselves were lavish and ever-flowing, she didn't much care for the stock of people that they attracted. The religious sorts would always gather here, offering their praises at the temples; foreign chants drifting from their undoubtedly opulent confines. She had never felt any such obligation, but had made a point to at least learn of the Aedrasilian idols; which had benefited Lucia, but left Wraith feeling more spiritually exhausted than ever.
With a measure of caution, she skirted beside those who had congregated around the Serene Pools; heading toward what she believed to be a temple to the grotesquely curvaceous goddess of dirt and growing things, Gnara.
"So, I made a mistake," one of the huddled forms said, shrugging a lopsided shoulder, "that does not change anything." The other seemed to lean forward unevenly, though Lucia couldn't hear the response. While both were cloaked, she felt that the man given to silence was the Scratch; despite his apparent evidence of composure. "This is to be my punishment? Silence? You wrong me, master." Bitterness as poignant as her own struck beyond the facade of Lucia and into Wraith's core; it had not been long ago that she had uttered similar words, albeit in a far different situation. She did her best to control it, taking up a position just out of the view of her targets; looking to K for a moment and holding up a single digit. The Saboteur was certainly curious as to where this conversation was going, and she was going to bide as much time as she could.
"So...so it will be, I will inform Lord Waraz at once."
Lucia cocked an eyebrow, leaning more fully against the wall behind her. While the conversation was quiet, she certainly knew that name. Lloyle Waraz was the man who had taken over the Black Adder Company, after the demise of its previous master under dubious circumstances. Silence followed in the wake of the revelation, Lucia peeking around the corner to observe them more closely. What awaited around the corner did not entirely surprise her, though she distantly wished she would have had something more solid to go on. The Scratch was gone, whether he were one or the other, and that left a bad taste in her mouth.
The Uquii let her eyes rove over Anne, for a moment, her features settling reflexively into one of unbridled observation. It only lasted for a moment, but Isyph wouldn't dare let her stare linger unabashed for much longer. There was something hauntingly beautiful about Elves, and she found Anne to be a perfect depiction of why people so often pined for the long-lived race. Maybe it was jealousy, though she would never admit that outright, at least not openly. Maybe it was something more complicated. Regardless, the moment passed and Isyph stepped away from the two; towards the door, trying to shake off the exceedingly odd thought about how she'd just shaken hands with the woman. She steeled herself, with her back turned, to whatever bizarre humor was making its undulations through her vaguely disorganized thought process.
"The temple to Gnara should be by the Serene Pools, if I remember right. We should get headed there, soon," she was straining her gaze against the light filtering in from the streets, outside. Though it was unclear, it seemed that the sun was hanging lower in the sky than she had remembered. The Lunar Festival was set to begin within a short couple of hours, and Isyph found herself suddenly worried about what exactly that meant. While she wasn't one for idle speculation, there was a weight about the air that seemed to speak of ill-fortune; or, at least, she'd gotten that feeling a few times...just before a heavy storm. With a push, she parted the doors and made her way down the steps she had hesitated on, earlier.
- - - - - -
With only the slightest of exasperated exhalations, Lucia shook her head and stared onward. Talking to K always left her feeling like she was engaging in something much akin to work, which wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy it; it was simply that she enjoyed allowing herself, or Lucia, whoever she happened to be at the time, to have the slightest air of impatience when it came to the task. For a long time, she hadn't said anything else, merely nodding or waving to those she passed on the street...occasionally darting out of the way of larger, roaming Aedrasilians. They were certainly a varied bunch, with genetic differentiation that produced a wide array of beautiful and horrible creatures; with equal measure, if she were to gauge the situation aloud.
"I don't know why he'd choose a place l-like this," while Lucia's tone didn't betray Wraith's lingering excitement, she felt that K would well understand her response, "Though, you're right in questioning his motives. It may well be that the Scratch, in his delirium, is planning something malicious." She winced, noting the overlap in her own words with Lucia's, and reminded herself that they had entered a populated area; a careless mistake for someone as well-disciplined as she.
The deserter shook herself back into her role easily, after following K's gaze. They had approached the Serene Pools, looking for a raving Scratch. It seems they had found just that. Or, at least, she much suspected that a man lingering nearby was the source of the bizarre sharp-tooth's vague meanderings. While the Pools themselves were lavish and ever-flowing, she didn't much care for the stock of people that they attracted. The religious sorts would always gather here, offering their praises at the temples; foreign chants drifting from their undoubtedly opulent confines. She had never felt any such obligation, but had made a point to at least learn of the Aedrasilian idols; which had benefited Lucia, but left Wraith feeling more spiritually exhausted than ever.
With a measure of caution, she skirted beside those who had congregated around the Serene Pools; heading toward what she believed to be a temple to the grotesquely curvaceous goddess of dirt and growing things, Gnara.
"So, I made a mistake," one of the huddled forms said, shrugging a lopsided shoulder, "that does not change anything." The other seemed to lean forward unevenly, though Lucia couldn't hear the response. While both were cloaked, she felt that the man given to silence was the Scratch; despite his apparent evidence of composure. "This is to be my punishment? Silence? You wrong me, master." Bitterness as poignant as her own struck beyond the facade of Lucia and into Wraith's core; it had not been long ago that she had uttered similar words, albeit in a far different situation. She did her best to control it, taking up a position just out of the view of her targets; looking to K for a moment and holding up a single digit. The Saboteur was certainly curious as to where this conversation was going, and she was going to bide as much time as she could.
"So...so it will be, I will inform Lord Waraz at once."
Lucia cocked an eyebrow, leaning more fully against the wall behind her. While the conversation was quiet, she certainly knew that name. Lloyle Waraz was the man who had taken over the Black Adder Company, after the demise of its previous master under dubious circumstances. Silence followed in the wake of the revelation, Lucia peeking around the corner to observe them more closely. What awaited around the corner did not entirely surprise her, though she distantly wished she would have had something more solid to go on. The Scratch was gone, whether he were one or the other, and that left a bad taste in her mouth.
I'm still around, from time to time. Either here, or there.
As a note, I've added a new character. I'll be getting a post up, now that I've gotten that out of the way. ^^
As a note, I've added a new character. I'll be getting a post up, now that I've gotten that out of the way. ^^
No problem, at all. I'll look over 'em in just a sec. ^_^
Edit: Ooooh, wow, nice. Loving the changes~
Edit: Ooooh, wow, nice. Loving the changes~
@potatochipgolemAlright, hope things have settled down and that you're doing better~
Three of One. Curator of Eternity, I have come.
The voice that echoed through Eternity was not that of Origin, as she was still attempting to wrap her intellect around the nigh-unfathomable shift in her realm; the shift that had occurred within herself. She feared for the worst, the shiver that ran through her obvious to the strange light that was coalescing before her. Strange, she noted, that her vision seemed much more limited in the roiling, inky shadows of Eternity. Stranger still was that she had shivered...she had never before held the means to express herself in such a way; though it seemed, now, that she was possessed of a representation within her own realm...a body, of sorts. A darker dread began to settle in as she lifted hands to her face and strained against the chromatic intruder's glaring formation.
She had never before been forced to materialize within Eternity, since Kanys had sundered her upon his birth. Whatever it was that now arranged its self before her was incredibly powerful, though she suspected that it was not an entirely malign entity. Yet, now stood, as she had appeared in a form that had almost been lost to her unending memories. Origin directed her eyes downward, observing the body-her body-that had undoubtedly been formed from her understanding of herself. As such, it was an imperfect thing; gaps appearing within her radiance, filled with small flickers of static that waxed and waned in size...stretching over her porcelain lambency in waves, then receeding into small puddles. This was all very, very wrong.
Who are you, stranger? The fact that I do not know this is unsettling...much as my current situation is. I would like an explanation.
The light before her expanded, countless hues of red and blue screaming across its surface as the ball became something humanoid. Much like herself, it did not have discernible facial features; but, Origin could feel that the similarities between them were truly scarce. Finally, it settled into the form of what she guessed to be a man; taller than she and more broad, lit crimson and azure from within. A strobing man-shaped hole in Eternity.
It was not my intent to perturb, though I knew the possibility existed. I have drawn you into your incomplete form to allow us to communicate. I had not expected your degeneration to be so advanced. My apologies.
His voice did not echo through Eternity as Origin's did, but sounded clear and potent nonetheless. Each syllable was accompanied by the pulsing of his outline, stretching into bizarre spikes and flailing tendrils. His strangely flat inflection gave her a sense of familiarity. She stepped forward, a small ripple of white light traveling a short way outward from each gentle touch of her feet against the "floor". Perhaps, she wondered, she had received such a guest in the past. There were few who could insert themselves into her realm, much less force Eternity and Origin into existence for a conversation.
I am an Emissary, Origin. My arrival here serves as a catalyst; precipitating a sequence of events that may prove favorable to the improvement of your current state. I will refrain from answering any questions, as my responses and subsequent explanation may quickly become superfluous.
She felt small, when in this form. Much more comfortable was her usual state, that which allowed her to survey all of her empty realm with a cursory glance. It almost made her feel like a child, again, though she had never truly been such a thing. It did not help that this Emissary made her feel incredibly ignorant of what was to transpire. While distant familiarity had eased her earlier dread, Origin was not entirely ready to accept this anomaly as entirely friendly. Rarely did those who sought Origin out have kind designs in mind for her. There were too many unknowns with the situation for her to be anything but cautious. This was certainly an event she had yet to encounter; perhaps the cog she had felt fall from its place, earlier.
Forgive me Emissary, but I do not understand the meaning of this. I was unaware of your existence, until you brought me here. Being ignorant is not something I am familiar with, so forgive my trepidation in accepting your words at their apparent value.
The other pulsed steadily, but did not respond; waiting for her to continue. Despite her words, there was something familiar about the situation...perhaps even familiar about her visitor. She briefly considered the possibilities, slipping more easily from thoughts of the disconcerting Emissary and into her more natural mode of contemplation. As usual, she found the information was already buried within her; though she felt certain that it had been obscured to her a moment before. The machine, it seemed, had a hand in this as well. Silence lingered between the two, though she felt that this Emissary understood well enough what she was thinking; how she had given herself to the stream of information presenting its self.
You serve a dual purpose in being here, I have come to understand. You are to ensure that Eternity exists in perpetuity, defying the disability inflicted upon me by my sundering. As you maintain that function, you are to serve as my window to Aedrasil. While fulfilling these roles, you also will act as a barrier to those who would enter Eternity without my consent. I see that, now. I have been anticipating your arrival for some time, though I was not aware of that desire.
I was not aware that you had desires, Origin. What information I was gifted with was unfortunately scant. I am merely aware of my purpose...and to some extent, the future that awaits you; or, at the least, my own involvement in it. It is my imperative desire that you accomplish this future. You will find my functionality to be quite diverse, once I have acclimated to your empty realm.
Origin smiled inwardly. Emissary expanded outward, losing the humanoid form he had adopted; becoming much similar to the swirl of colors that she had viewed those she knew had importance to the cyclical future of Aedrasil. Indeed, Origin could see into Emissary. Eternity was still dark around them, but her new companion provided a much clearer image than what she was accustomed to. Faces and figures filled her vision, vibrant in their mortality and defined far more than the smoke-effigies she had crafted before. The Lunar Festival had yet to begin, in their frame of time; meaning that their journey was only beginning.
So, too, did she think that her own journey would begin alongside the yet-to-be heroes.
The voice that echoed through Eternity was not that of Origin, as she was still attempting to wrap her intellect around the nigh-unfathomable shift in her realm; the shift that had occurred within herself. She feared for the worst, the shiver that ran through her obvious to the strange light that was coalescing before her. Strange, she noted, that her vision seemed much more limited in the roiling, inky shadows of Eternity. Stranger still was that she had shivered...she had never before held the means to express herself in such a way; though it seemed, now, that she was possessed of a representation within her own realm...a body, of sorts. A darker dread began to settle in as she lifted hands to her face and strained against the chromatic intruder's glaring formation.
She had never before been forced to materialize within Eternity, since Kanys had sundered her upon his birth. Whatever it was that now arranged its self before her was incredibly powerful, though she suspected that it was not an entirely malign entity. Yet, now stood, as she had appeared in a form that had almost been lost to her unending memories. Origin directed her eyes downward, observing the body-her body-that had undoubtedly been formed from her understanding of herself. As such, it was an imperfect thing; gaps appearing within her radiance, filled with small flickers of static that waxed and waned in size...stretching over her porcelain lambency in waves, then receeding into small puddles. This was all very, very wrong.
Who are you, stranger? The fact that I do not know this is unsettling...much as my current situation is. I would like an explanation.
The light before her expanded, countless hues of red and blue screaming across its surface as the ball became something humanoid. Much like herself, it did not have discernible facial features; but, Origin could feel that the similarities between them were truly scarce. Finally, it settled into the form of what she guessed to be a man; taller than she and more broad, lit crimson and azure from within. A strobing man-shaped hole in Eternity.
It was not my intent to perturb, though I knew the possibility existed. I have drawn you into your incomplete form to allow us to communicate. I had not expected your degeneration to be so advanced. My apologies.
His voice did not echo through Eternity as Origin's did, but sounded clear and potent nonetheless. Each syllable was accompanied by the pulsing of his outline, stretching into bizarre spikes and flailing tendrils. His strangely flat inflection gave her a sense of familiarity. She stepped forward, a small ripple of white light traveling a short way outward from each gentle touch of her feet against the "floor". Perhaps, she wondered, she had received such a guest in the past. There were few who could insert themselves into her realm, much less force Eternity and Origin into existence for a conversation.
I am an Emissary, Origin. My arrival here serves as a catalyst; precipitating a sequence of events that may prove favorable to the improvement of your current state. I will refrain from answering any questions, as my responses and subsequent explanation may quickly become superfluous.
She felt small, when in this form. Much more comfortable was her usual state, that which allowed her to survey all of her empty realm with a cursory glance. It almost made her feel like a child, again, though she had never truly been such a thing. It did not help that this Emissary made her feel incredibly ignorant of what was to transpire. While distant familiarity had eased her earlier dread, Origin was not entirely ready to accept this anomaly as entirely friendly. Rarely did those who sought Origin out have kind designs in mind for her. There were too many unknowns with the situation for her to be anything but cautious. This was certainly an event she had yet to encounter; perhaps the cog she had felt fall from its place, earlier.
Forgive me Emissary, but I do not understand the meaning of this. I was unaware of your existence, until you brought me here. Being ignorant is not something I am familiar with, so forgive my trepidation in accepting your words at their apparent value.
The other pulsed steadily, but did not respond; waiting for her to continue. Despite her words, there was something familiar about the situation...perhaps even familiar about her visitor. She briefly considered the possibilities, slipping more easily from thoughts of the disconcerting Emissary and into her more natural mode of contemplation. As usual, she found the information was already buried within her; though she felt certain that it had been obscured to her a moment before. The machine, it seemed, had a hand in this as well. Silence lingered between the two, though she felt that this Emissary understood well enough what she was thinking; how she had given herself to the stream of information presenting its self.
You serve a dual purpose in being here, I have come to understand. You are to ensure that Eternity exists in perpetuity, defying the disability inflicted upon me by my sundering. As you maintain that function, you are to serve as my window to Aedrasil. While fulfilling these roles, you also will act as a barrier to those who would enter Eternity without my consent. I see that, now. I have been anticipating your arrival for some time, though I was not aware of that desire.
I was not aware that you had desires, Origin. What information I was gifted with was unfortunately scant. I am merely aware of my purpose...and to some extent, the future that awaits you; or, at the least, my own involvement in it. It is my imperative desire that you accomplish this future. You will find my functionality to be quite diverse, once I have acclimated to your empty realm.
Origin smiled inwardly. Emissary expanded outward, losing the humanoid form he had adopted; becoming much similar to the swirl of colors that she had viewed those she knew had importance to the cyclical future of Aedrasil. Indeed, Origin could see into Emissary. Eternity was still dark around them, but her new companion provided a much clearer image than what she was accustomed to. Faces and figures filled her vision, vibrant in their mortality and defined far more than the smoke-effigies she had crafted before. The Lunar Festival had yet to begin, in their frame of time; meaning that their journey was only beginning.
So, too, did she think that her own journey would begin alongside the yet-to-be heroes.
I'll be doing an Origin interlude, sometime soon. This is going to be to provide some exposition and break up the character clusterfuck we have going on. It'll probably be a couple of hours before I get started, but I thought it'd be good to let everyone know it's coming; so it doesn't seem wildly out of place.
Edit: Got the post up. It really functions to hint at some things to come...and I felt it was about time to do something with Origin, again.
Edit: Got the post up. It really functions to hint at some things to come...and I felt it was about time to do something with Origin, again.
"Good luck and good idea," she said as Dodger moved toward the querent, though Isyph was starting to wonder whether or not it was really necessary. Still, the momentary distraction would allow her to finish the task at hand without much fuss. The blue-haired woman had started to open her mouth, but seemed placated when the Thief started chatting up the follower of Gnara. A frown settled in rather quickly and Isyph could have sworn that it was some kind of jealousy that ate away at the woman. The Uquii girl couldn't quite wrap her head around it, though she could hazard some good guesses as to why the woman was acting that way.
Without a moment wasted, Dodger now occupying what had been a momentary non-obstacle, Isyph Al-Delad slipped around to the blue-haired woman and handed her the papers. The clerk looked them over, with a slight nod and searched around her desk for something Isyph wasn't fully focused on; assuming it to simply be a stamp, probably saying something like approved or accepted. After all, the fee had been paid and the paperwork was well filled out.
"This will do, miss Al-Delad," came the eventual reply, followed by the quiet thump of her approval, "the Starless Partners is now among the countless Guilds of Delad. When you've gathered the discs for a Guildhome, you can return here and have construction started." Isyph nodded, offering the woman who now seemed far less bored a smile. "If you would like to do business through me, you can ask any of the other registrars on your return. My name is Ottavia Sangrhi," she put the papers away with alacrity and started to close her shutter, "and I hope fortune smiles on you and yours in the coming days. Also, miss-" Isyph's smile widened a little, knowing with the shift in Ottavia's tone that she now addressed the woman that Dodger spoke to.
"Please, miss Sangrhi, allow me to handle the situation," the Uquii interrupted, "I saw the temple of Gnara, earlier and my friend seems to know Vaald well. You've done enough, today." Ottavia seemed to think it over, glancing between all of those gathered before her window...and unceremoniously pulled the shutter down; a motion that was not entirely without chagrin...despite how Isyph felt she may have mollified some of the ill mood that seemed to hang around her. "Thank you," she cried, cupping her hands around her mouth to ensure that the kind woman heard her words, "I'll make sure she gets there!" Of course, she doubted that the blue-haired woman cared much about whether or not the follower of Gnara found her temple.
Her enthusiasm had waned, slightly, but the day was shaping up to be increasingly interesting; even though fatigue was starting to settle heavily in her ankles and the arches of her feet. She turned, to Dodger and the Half-Elf. She didn't intend to leave the woman in Dodger's hands, at least not alone. Three out of three he had advanced on and Isyph could well identify a womanizer. Dodger certainly fit the bill, dispelling most doubts she would have held.
"Hi there, I'm Isyph Al-Delad," she offered, still smiling, removing her hood to introduce herself, "sorry for that...but Dodger and I know the way to the temple you're looking for. As much as I feel sure that he'd love to show you around, by himself, I think it'd be best if I tagged along," Isyph shrugged to herself and thrust her hand toward the woman, though not with any excess of speed, "I'd rather not get lost, before the Lunar Festival begins." Her last words were accompanied with a sidelong look at her Thief friend, the edges of her lips curling upward slightly; somewhat bemused by what she had come to learn of him, which was scant little.
Still, she had her own motives for injecting herself into Dodger's plan. A reason she liked to think well trumped that of the other Thief. As of now, she was co-leader of the Starless Partners; and certain responsibilities she was more eager to get to than others.
Without a moment wasted, Dodger now occupying what had been a momentary non-obstacle, Isyph Al-Delad slipped around to the blue-haired woman and handed her the papers. The clerk looked them over, with a slight nod and searched around her desk for something Isyph wasn't fully focused on; assuming it to simply be a stamp, probably saying something like approved or accepted. After all, the fee had been paid and the paperwork was well filled out.
"This will do, miss Al-Delad," came the eventual reply, followed by the quiet thump of her approval, "the Starless Partners is now among the countless Guilds of Delad. When you've gathered the discs for a Guildhome, you can return here and have construction started." Isyph nodded, offering the woman who now seemed far less bored a smile. "If you would like to do business through me, you can ask any of the other registrars on your return. My name is Ottavia Sangrhi," she put the papers away with alacrity and started to close her shutter, "and I hope fortune smiles on you and yours in the coming days. Also, miss-" Isyph's smile widened a little, knowing with the shift in Ottavia's tone that she now addressed the woman that Dodger spoke to.
"Please, miss Sangrhi, allow me to handle the situation," the Uquii interrupted, "I saw the temple of Gnara, earlier and my friend seems to know Vaald well. You've done enough, today." Ottavia seemed to think it over, glancing between all of those gathered before her window...and unceremoniously pulled the shutter down; a motion that was not entirely without chagrin...despite how Isyph felt she may have mollified some of the ill mood that seemed to hang around her. "Thank you," she cried, cupping her hands around her mouth to ensure that the kind woman heard her words, "I'll make sure she gets there!" Of course, she doubted that the blue-haired woman cared much about whether or not the follower of Gnara found her temple.
Her enthusiasm had waned, slightly, but the day was shaping up to be increasingly interesting; even though fatigue was starting to settle heavily in her ankles and the arches of her feet. She turned, to Dodger and the Half-Elf. She didn't intend to leave the woman in Dodger's hands, at least not alone. Three out of three he had advanced on and Isyph could well identify a womanizer. Dodger certainly fit the bill, dispelling most doubts she would have held.
"Hi there, I'm Isyph Al-Delad," she offered, still smiling, removing her hood to introduce herself, "sorry for that...but Dodger and I know the way to the temple you're looking for. As much as I feel sure that he'd love to show you around, by himself, I think it'd be best if I tagged along," Isyph shrugged to herself and thrust her hand toward the woman, though not with any excess of speed, "I'd rather not get lost, before the Lunar Festival begins." Her last words were accompanied with a sidelong look at her Thief friend, the edges of her lips curling upward slightly; somewhat bemused by what she had come to learn of him, which was scant little.
Still, she had her own motives for injecting herself into Dodger's plan. A reason she liked to think well trumped that of the other Thief. As of now, she was co-leader of the Starless Partners; and certain responsibilities she was more eager to get to than others.
@potatochipgolemNo problem~ You take care, as well. ^^ I'm gonna get started on a post, though I may not finish tonight.
Edit: Posted. As per the usual, let me know if there's a problem. (I will stop saying that, eventually...but I always worry that I stepped on some toes or something; regardless of whether I did or not)
Edit: Posted. As per the usual, let me know if there's a problem. (I will stop saying that, eventually...but I always worry that I stepped on some toes or something; regardless of whether I did or not)
Alright, I went ahead and got Discord. Will join when you've got it up.
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