Crusader Lord

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)

Igloo of Fate, Sapporo

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"Ah!" Fran 'said' in response to the dark-skinned man's initial question, giving a very visible and clear nodding to indicate that 'yes, she could understand what he was saying'. It was almost a bit exciting for someone to have finally, FINALLY gotten that point so quickly...not that it made it easier for her potentially, but it was a bit of a relief regardless.

Though the latter question was not something she'd have preferred to answer in full honesty. To speak was...unpleasant in this state. That other "her" from another singularity, though, she was of another class. She could speak far better, but by Chaldea she could complain quite often! It was annoying...much like speaking as a Berserker always was such a pain.

"Uh...," Fran then sounded out in response to the second question the man had asked, giving a very vigorous head shake to indicate with that that 'no, she could not speak in this state'. She'd prefer not to, if she could...

Though as the sword duel finally came to its snowy conclusion, Fran looked to the two sword-wielders as the male one seemed to try to assert a sense of control over the situation. She couldn't blame him for perhaps wanting to do such, but at the same time...ah, this weather had truly picked up out of the blue. A true blizzard, and here they four were in this little igloo...with the lighter-toned man thinking the source of all this would be so close?

In her experiences, though she didn't know the experiences of these others, had led her all over places just to nail down the source of the problems. Usually in the form of a holy Grail master would acquire to fix singularities, but...for all she knew this could apply here as well! So splitting up was perhaps not the best...argh.

Fran gave a small pout of frustration in the direction of Jin, resisting the urge to let out a groan of her discomfort with that man's plan. Depending on what the darker-skinned man and this swordswoman did, though, she...might follow along if they all were going to. Or maybe she would stay here. It was a pain of a situation, and as much as being around so many people wasting electricity here was it couldn't be her only or first concern. Though it was still high on her list!!!

If only it was possible for her to communicate better with these people..

@TheFake@PKMNB0Y@VitaVitaAR

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Robin

Akihabara

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As this "Chrom" made his move, Robin swiftly rolled to the side the instant she recognized the glowing light and the move he was making. Aether. His own signature skill back home, a powerful blow that could bring mighty enemies down to size without fail in many cases. Though as she came to her feet, she felt something crash hard into her and knock her down once more to the ground. Gungnir almost came out of her hands as she quickly rolled away from this and stood up...only to find a clone of Owain there?

She'd heard about such abilities existing in other worlds, though it really was not the time to ponder on it. She had lost a few moments to this Owain's attempt to assist her, which was a bit frustrating, but she felt he was right about one thing: Helping that other girl. Through some strange powers the smaller girl seemed to have been holding her own against the other opponent, but this fight needed to be finished fast. Before any more innocents on these streets were hurt or lost their lives to...whatever these things were taking on these different forms.

Without uttering a word to this Owain about things, Robin turned to the pale-haired female enemy and quickly cocked up Gungnir in her arm in a throwing stance. It was not a normal usage of this weapon, but she'd thrown larger lances farther than this before!!!

Skill Activated:

Ignis

"Gungnir!!!" the female tactician roared out into the air, even as the weapon left her hands towards at the pale-haired woman, with Ignis now coating it in fiery blue flames as it flew straight and true.

This had to work. It had to. She had other weapons to fall back on, but between the added might Gungnir gave her and the potency of Ignis she was not making it easy for the target to avoid. One could call it like a meter falling from the sky, a missile fired from a legendary bow, or among similar things as it streaked with lethal intent towards Robin's prey.

@VitaVitaAR@Rabidporcupine@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mina Kreiger (Alloy)

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Mina felt a jolt of surprise as the plane crashed into the concourse, sending everything flying and sending glass so fast at her it managed to dig into her metal-coated arm. Yet in a heartbeat, the plane and its damage was gone. Only...only the glass remained, and it was very much real unlike what else might be happening. Though as the girl grit her teeth whilst pulling out the glass from her metal-covered arm, an idea hit her mind amidst the pain. It was...kind of dumb, but as she finally made her way over to the trashcan and began to get her gear she felt she wouldn't be able to guess anything else at the moment on her own.

Excusing herself quickly into the ladies' restroom, as her metallic skin swiftly knit back together once the glass had been fully removed, Mina listened in on the rest of the group's chatter over the comms as she changed in the handicap stall. Varying reports, and...wait, the subject was spotted in HER area?! The member of the Jacks cursed under her breath before pinging back in on the comms as she finished getting her attire on, pulling on her civvie clothes for added "cover" for the moment being in case anyone saw her. Her mask, meanwhile, was left in the bag as she put the bag up on her shoulder for carrying.

"Plane hit the terminal where i was, but the whole scene disappeared soon after like it wasn't there. The glass the damn thing put in my arm didn't go away though, but i pulled it all out. So i am not sure if this guy is using illusions, or some erratic, large-scale, wibby wobbley timey wimey time/reality manipulation here.

If it's Concourse B the target is moving to, though, i can head that direction to do recon on my end if needed. Otherwise i'll stand by with my suit on under civilian clothes for now." the metallic girl said, calmly moving to leave the women's restroom to avoid making a scene or acting suspicious. Hell if that tear on her arm wasn't adding a bit of a punk look to her clothes now. Sheesh.

@Old Amsterdam@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@ProPro

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Allison Mead (Excaliblast)

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The class seemed to turn to stare at her, shock written into their faces as she felt a sense of dread bloom within her. The group she had run into a time ago with Mantis and the others? They were here. The Community, one of the most dangerous parahuman groups in the city...ironically they'd just learned about them a little the prior class, albeit only as a brief mention/explanation amidst other things about Parahuman Gangs. And now the lesson, and that bit of her past she'd rather have put away from her mind, was coming back to haunt her pretty badly....which was putting it mildly as frustrations and anger coursed through her mind.

Damn that stupid Mantis and his idea of getting her onto that suicide mission, and getting those others like Whip killed.

Damn Mantis for being the asshole that she'd dreamt a couple times of chocking to death with her bare hands (which had been a bit cathartic for her).

And damn these Community bastards for shooting up a college campus, and ruining what quiet life she had wanted!

Allison suddenly stood from her seat, almost about to shout back at the PA speaker despite knowing it'd be futile. And yet, she found herself taking a few slow, calm breaths as her rational side sought to reassert control quickly under the circumstances.

"EH?! You're a parahuman?! And THOSE guys are after you?!?!" one muscular male classmate called out, shocked in his tone of voice.

"Maybe these guys just want an excuse to kill us?! I mean, how could Allison be a parahuman? Albeit that'd be a pretty big secret," another girl retorted, a bit of panic tinting her voice at the same time though.

"Honestly it doesn't matter either way, guys, we are probably all dead even if she went out to get stuck like a pig. Might as well hope some of us trigger in the process and survive this crap..."

This is what Allison had feared in part, everyone figuring this bit out. Not that her class here was the worst group for it...hell many of the girls she'd slept with were in this course, some in this very room. They knew her well enough. Then again, it was not like they would have been the only ones to hear that over the PA....joy.

It was then the girl looked to her professor, who was looking at her both curiously, though some shock still lied behind the man's experienced yet normally calm eyes.

"A while ago some assholes left me in the trainyard for a party, i ran into some people, got powers from a strange vial, and got tricked into attacking someone from the Community. It was terrible, shit hit the fan, i helped kill a few murderous assholes once i got in too deep, and i hoped to get away by coming back here. A big perspective pill i had to swallow that day since i started on this degree. Also i like sleeping with the ladies, but that's no secret i wouldn't want to give out~

But this shit is catching up with me now it seems, and imma go try to do something. It's stupid, but everyone here see if they can make a barricade against the one damn door into this room. And if we've not learned anything else about parahumans here, cover your damn ears whenever the PA comes on or something, idk if this asshat has mental powers. They can't hear us from here anyways.

Oh, and if you all live, please bury me somewhere nice, k?"

With that, Allison began to swiftly move towards the door, before another male student got in her way and spread out his arms.

"Wait! You are going to die out there, you idiot. What makes a bitch like you so sure you can-" he began to say, before Allison gave a flick of her wrist and a blade came out an inch from the boy's throat.

A wave of silence took over the room as at least one thing was confirmed. Their classmate was a parahuman, and she had a story for how it happened. After an audible gulp, then, the male classmate moved to the side and allowed Allison to make her way towards the doors. It was here that the brown-haired bombshell began to, despite the stares of her still-shocked classmates, make a shield wall of blades around the doorway. Though as she was about to close herself and the doorway off from the rest of the classroom, another...albeit more familiar female classmate approached her suddenly, causing Allison to pause for a moment...and then sigh.

"Look, Allison, i....well, you...hell, be careful out there, ok? You're really cute, and i know we left you in the trainyard but....shit, just stay alive, ok?" the girl said, before leaning in and planting a brief kiss on Allison's lips.

The brown haired girl was shocked for a moment, though gave a laugh another moment later. So that is where this cutie was from, and those hips were rather recognizable to boot...heh, Nina was it? Without an audible word coming out, Allison leaned in and kissed the girl lightly on the lips in return before pulling back and winking before finishing her barrier.

"Heh, once i am done here, once we are all out of this, me and you need to go on a date. I know this nice little place downtown near a hotel, eh Nina? So don't let your cute little ass worry over this too much, worry more about what you'll wear when we get all cozy in bed later~"

Yup, she could go die now, with this girl as her valkyrie...ah, or perhaps she was overly hyping herself up to hide the emotions? Not like she felt any better about this, fears of death and dying, and even anger coursing in her mind, and all of this emotion being fought against by what rationality and self-control she had right now. But...ah, this was truly madness at its core, wasn't it? She was going to die here, wasn't she? That stupid crap from before haunting her in the worst ways now.

'Might as well go down laughing like a loony and acting like a badass...maybe. Or at least try to make them worry a tiny bit less....imma kill Mantis if i live through this, i swear to-,'

With her mind turning back to the situation at hand, and sounds of the professor calling out to tell the remaining students to help him barricade the room heard from over the wall of blades, Allison summed up the courage to hold her wrists forward...and kicked open the wooden lecture hall doors in front of her.

The moment she saw anything that didn't seem to be a dead body or cowering student, if anything, she'd fire at them for sure. Anything to not instantly die to a bullet in the brain.

But if she could, she would be making her way to the offices....where the PA system was. Stupid? Yes it was. But others would be or had been calling the police, probably, and someone had to have the bullet aimed at them for now until help got here... Might as well be herself.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

@Rabidporcupine You still around this RP? :O

Chrom is using Aether and this is very bad for anyone in its path. XD

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

@ilovepapa You still around here? :O

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

@Holy Soldier It's slowed me down in general, trying to get back up to speed! :D

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Akari Onishi

-Kanacon-

Audience Area - Stage - Dianoid, District 15

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As soon as things began to hit the fan Akari had begun to act, even as the doors were slamming shut and someone was calling out to them over the PA system about how 'their lives would be safe' as long as they listened and played along. A cool, calm expression was donned upon the redhead's face as she held her hands low in front of her as if standing in line to wait for ordering food at MgRonalds. The many bodies about her hid her hands at least, and among the crowd it was perhaps harder to discern her from other cosplayers in the bunch.

When it was safe to glance down at her watch, she did so, even as her fingers ran across her watch and were typing away.

-Accessing External Systems:...Mainframe System Booting Up-

-Remote Access To Mainframe Established-

-'Welcome Back'-

Back in Akari's room, a computer system whirred to life, screens blinking on and views of stocks switched over to a dizzying array of applications, folders, and files that seemed to be an 'organized mess' at best. A synthetic voice rung out over the computer's speakers, far away from the Kanacon halls, greeting a master who wasn't immediately there at the moment.

Truthfully, for Akari her main computer was only a button away to access her own computer via this watch, how else had she been keeping track of her stocks all the way from here? From here she could input some simple commands for the system to start a few processes. First was to send an automated email about the danger to Judgement's HQ, without she herself having to type it. Secondarily, her computer would be starting to run a pre-prepared program, something she'd toyed about with last week after building it...but had not finished testing.

But, this was a time when she maybe needed it most, beyond the scope of it being an amusing thing to tamper with.

-Accessing 'L33T Hackz' Folder-

-Running Program: 'Piggybacking.exe'-

-Searching for Local Sources...-

Said program transformed her watch into essentially a mobile "sensor" that her computer was utilizing to search for and access wireless signals in this area. Things like controlled drones, or other potential "access points" to get into the con's systems with. It also was meant to piggyback off of other local devices such as phones to assist in this, as the initial range coming from her watch rather "small"...at least until it silently 'piggybacked' off of enough devices to greatly increase its range.

Even if it just potentially granted her access to control some nearby wirelessly controlled devices and systems, that could be...yes, a good starting point or if she could attempt to subtly interrupt whatever these terrorist's actions here were going to be.

This all being said...it would take some time for her program to run its course and get back to her. She'd have to bide a little more time, hopefully not dying in the process, before she'd hear back from her computer.

As the drone popped down, Akari looked back to where it was headed, even as it attempted to smash another girl there into a red pulp. Grimacing at the scene, Akari looked down at her wand....wait! That was it! The redhead pulled the wand up to her, popping off the back to where she'd installed the taser. She began fiddling with a small dial that sat there amidst wiring and a black casing, numbers around it denoting the output power of the device. Currently she had it turned to 'safe', but if she turned it up a bit...well, enough not to fry in one shot...maybe this could work.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)

Sapporo

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"Uuuh...uh!"

...The dark skinned man had a point, though Fran couldn't really tell him physically that was already her plan as she watched things "kick off" between the other two. The frustrations over this only seemed to intensify her own disgruntlement with the situation. Too much electric waste. She was far from home. These two idiots and the dark skinned man seemed to be in the same situation at face value, and the idiots were already trying to kill each other.

Ironically, the last bit was almost like home each morning. The "sneaks into master's bed" goon squad always did make mornings interesting when Mashu would walk in on them. Heh. Servants could truly be a silly group.

But for now, Fran kept Bridal Chest close and watched on. She could easily keep up with the speeds they were using visually, being a servant. Though this paled in comparison to those servants who could properly possess the Clairvoyance skill. Kind of like that one red-coat servant who always made great food!

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Robin

Akihabara

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-Rally Spectrum: Activated-

The white-haired tactician did not hesitate to continue in her assault, even as Chrom avoided her blow only to get hit by Owain's...own strange attack. She even utilized another skill of hers to try to assist what allies were doing at this time. What sort of tome was that?! Regardless, she had no time to think on it beyond basic recognition of what had happened. She knew this fighting style of "Chrom" innately, and she had to stop him before...well, the young girl seemed to be holding her own so far at least. Yes, that was a nice thing at the very least for the moment.

Robin twisted her arm in a well-trained move, shaft of the spear coming up and catching Falchion's blow. Though rather than outright block it, Robin let the blade slide down the shaft as it continued to move down. As the blade down the spear shaft, Robin flowed into making a small shove using her arm that held the spear. This would, ultimately, be aimed to redirect the gravity and swinging power behind the blade's blow to the side very suddenly and sharply. A tactic to seek to catch swordsmen in battle off-guard back home when they closed the distance against a spear user.

From here, if Falchion's blade was suddenly jostled to the side as planned, the tactician would immediately flow into a sweeping attack with the spear's blade. In such a case, at least in Robin's mind, Chrom would have to either move back to guard, or have this throat sliced open (as this is where she would be aiming the spear in this situation). If she had to, she could twist the spear's shaft again with her arm to leverage another defense...but more than that she hoped to get some distance right now. Even if briefly.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aerith Hastings

So Much Death, So Much Salt, So Little Time

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It was a hell of a situation, and each new death had brought both hope and a greater sense of frustrations. So many tries, so many people, but never the right timing. Never the right protection. Never the right solution as of yet. It was like hitting one's head into a brick wall and trying over over to overcome the shitshow that was this situation. Then this brown haired son of a bitch began mouthing off at them, as if he was their babysitter and wanted to force them along. Then at the least the super (albeit more chill than this asshole) duo of Flame and Ashton had tried to figure out some kind of plan, which the dark-haired girl had begun to try to at least organize everyone. It was a better measure than some people seemed to be suggesting, and yet....her own hopes that things could start to go more smoothly were dashed upon the rocks.

Chieko.

Scared chuuni of a girl, who had refused to work with them in the first place. No, even if she hadn't gone with them she hadn't even taken the time to listen to anyone but that asshole who had first called out to herself, Hiro, and co as if they were naughty delinquents who needed a lecture.

Did she want to help this girl, whom she had helped avoid death once already with alongside Hiro in their impromptu group effort? Yes.

But was she mouthing off like that same asshole, with that cocky, shitty attitude that set Aerith's blood ablaze. Did these worthless....these retarded little dipshits think they had the superior plan? Did they they would all be safe at the damn papers place? Did they think ascertaining the danger of an enemy who could very well still hunt them down regardless of the place was a terrible idea? Were they so angry at herself and Hiro and company that they felt the need to do this sort of shit to try to for them into the "hive mind's choice of options" and such?

These people.

Ashton and Flame seemed intelligent.

Hiro wasn't stupid.

She also wasn't stupid.

This brown haired asshole (Yuuki) might have been wanting safety above all else, but ignorance was also just as foolish.

And Chieko was wanting to ass like a little bitch, fleeing when anyone wanted to just share information and talking down on people when she felt like it. The arrogance was incredible.

And at least Alistair seemed to have a brain on his shoulders.

"At least we were gathering some kind of information as we kicked the bucket a few times over, just in case anyone among us runs into those other goons again. And who is to say something else won't happen if everyone gathers into one specific place? Maybe something worse could happen if we are all lumped into one place, and maybe not. Hiro is right that just attempting to avoid these issues, and people outside of the law, won't likely make us all suddenly safe in the near future or beyond either.

Now i don't blame you two coming over here and arguing for wanting to go what seems to be the safest route so far among what's happened so far. Hell, it makes sense. Keep everyone alive, avoid trouble, and we don't keep coming back here over and over again. Its a shitty situation, and frankly we all have a right to be pissed at one thing or another.

But when you refuse to communicate, to share information, or anything of the sort, and then talk down on everyone like you are our caretakers and try to force us along, you kinda make people lose you and care less about your opinions. These acts are laughable, at best, in the long run, and if you want to communicate feel free to join us in actually talking about things in the future. We'll probably be willing to talk with you in turn then, so we can all properly listen for once.

But overall, organizing this mass of people from another place, it doesn't seem to be totally feasible. It doesn't help we all seem to be at a random whim of a random person croaking and all of us being forced back again and again. As opinions clash, all of us go about whatever we do around here, and otherwise we will likely clash over and over and over about this stuff at times unless it has a limit to 'coming back' to this place....or any other 'places' later on to be honest."

Aerith delivered her lines aloud for just all the other-worlders to hear, as calmly, properly, and clearly as could ever muster. Yet in her delivery her voice was leveled by a sense of experience and chillingly blunt analysis. Aeirth was making it as clear as she could her feeling and such on the matter, even as she sought to point out the group's big flaws in all of this. No immature tones, no sassy backlash, no whining, none of it carried over in her voice as she had spoken. To lash out, she knew that invited further ego stroking and fussing. And she was sick of those kinds of things. Sick to her stomach of them at home, and now this crap here.

If things were this bad this time around, the future was bleak. But she didn't say no to going to get papers right now. Not at all. She would go this time around, for what little empathy she had left for Chieko in this matter. She didn't want to hate the girl, or Hiro, or Yuuki, or anyone else. But at the same time, if they all became enemies it would likely eventually trap them in a loop of repeats. Endless frustrations, ceaseless arguing, constant foolish behavior as Yuuki and Chieko were showing as plain as day right now.

As much as she was pissed, it wasn't like Chieko and Yuuki had no points at all about going the safe route. To this end, Aerith without waiting shifted mental gears and approached Aer before speaking again.

"I'll be happy to come with you all as well, shall we set off? I would feel terrible if we held you for too long...," the girl said, seeming genuinely apologetic and polite in this instance, albeit a tad shy with a tint of embarrassment in the process. An eerie ability to change masks at the drop of a hat, though a thing that hadn't been performed in the visible line of sight of the in-worlders as Aerith had taken into account in things.

It was the others' move now. She had made her choice this time, and called out what she saw as the overall situation. If they became belligerent, mouthed off, or the like right now...it was on their heads. They would be acting the part of the fool, prancing upon the stage and wasting everyone's time. As for Aerith, she couldn't care less right now for anything but moving on to get papers. To her, things would improve on her end mood-wise if they just did something right now and got on with it.

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

Zelah

Deity: Hylia

Time/Date: Day 1, Morning

Location: Next to the Inn, near the developing situation next to Bugut's wagon

Tagging: @Holy Soldier@ilovepapa@Rabidporcupine

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As the two children approached the wagon she was next to, Zelah felt a sort of small smile come to her face as she watched attempt to be "subtle". The blushing on one of their faces, the hushed whispers her keen ears (so used to listening to the desert sounds at night and picking up on the little things) could just barely make out a bit of, the strange looks, it all reminded her of her brother when the two of them had been younger. Gerudus just running around, the two being rather silly and admittedly getting on the nerves of the head guard in the process.

It was hard for the golden haired girl to stifle back any giggling entirely on her part as the boys approached the wagon and her, one trying to put on the "tough guy" act and sound like he could do something to her if she told on them whilst he kept a watch. She could hear the other clambering into the wagon as well, almost able to imagine the struggle of such a small body trying to get under the tarp.

"I won't say a thing, but if you two make too much noise then someone might come over here," Zelah said to Darton, playfully getting in on the situation and putting a finger to her lips afterwards to show her 'vow of silence' about this as she gave a wink.

Admittedly seeing young boys was an odd thing, though between seeing other children about Gerudo Town, and her experiences with her brother, she felt comfortable enough chatting with the boys in this situation. Though admittedly these kids were a fresh ray of sunshine on her day after a long night of travel. Just a bit of positivity, she assumed. Yet after both twins snuck into the wagon, she felt herself listening a bit more...and her interest rising at the sound of a third voice piping up. Who else was already in the cart anywho? Was this merchant traveling with a child of their own or such? Not a very safe practice, at least based on what she'd seen so far traveling to this place.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Zelah stood up once more and turned towards the wagon, golden bow jostling on her back as it glimmered in the sun much like her hair had been. It was a curious sight, much like her Gerudo-style attire, as the initial seeming lack of a quiver on her person made it seem like she had no ammunition in the first place for it. Had she used it up recently perhaps?

It was then instincts kicked in, the girl feeling a presence also near the cart now and hearing their...'his' sudden shouting about food before the sound of a growling stomach came to ears. A hungry amateur thief perhaps? Underneath her cloak Zelah kept a hand near her sword's hilt as she quickly but calmly walked around to the other side of the cart. Apparently, the new figure seemed to be slumped onto one of the cart wheels, now talking to what she assumed was the new voice coming from the cart...wait, were they a Zora?!

"Hey, thief, you need to be quieter with matters like this. That being said, i will ask you once to please leave this cart and its occupants alone, or i will act. I can give you what was going to be my breakfast, though, if that is any compensation," Zelah said to Cid, looking the boy down with a steeled but compassionate gaze. Didn't seem she was lying about "tasking action" or the giving of her breakfast, at least.

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

Zelah

Deity: Hylia

Time/Date: Day 1, Morning

Location: Next to the Inn, near Bugut's wagon

Tagging: @Holy Soldier@ilovepapa

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The long, dark, heavier traveling cloak hung about the hylian girl's shoulders, concealing her visage and protecting it from the rays of first light that had begun to shine over the land. However, Zelah felt a shudder run through her shoulders briefly, a small shiver at just the thoughts of how different it was in these parts as compared to her home. The desert nights were freezing, yes, and the days rather burning and unforgiving. Around here it felt more consistent since leaving the desert a ways, and the humidity was an odd thing to experience for one who had lived in a dry area for all of her life that she could remember. Albeit, at least her circlet was keeping her perfectly comfortable in the current temperatures. That, at least, was a nice thing to have in her mind.

As she had approached the stables, the sign of a fire and nearby merchant beginning to set up seemed to bring fresh air into her lungs and more energy in her steps to approach the place. The prior night, she had been forced to defend herself from about three red bokoblins who had wandered in her direction. Running, shooting arrows, eventually having to draw her blade, it hadn't been a fun journey by any means. But she was Gerudo...no matter what her body was like, she was tough enough to handle these things! She had to be...or how else would she be able to figure things out about her past? It wasn't like a miracle was going to fall from the sky...though such a thought felt oddly familiar to her in a way she couldn't describe.

Though instead of moving right to the fire to warm herself and maybe cook a meal with what little she had on her person, as many travelers might have done, Zelah decided to find a somewhat more isolated spot to sit.

Trying to not draw any distinct attention, she walked around the side of the inn near a wagon with a tarp over it. Then after taking a brief look to her sides, and thinking she was suitably out of the greater line of sight of most, the Hylian girl collapsed to the ground on her butt. It slightly hurt to plop down to sit like that, but....she was rather tired. She had gotten some sleep, but had yet to really wake up properly since.

"Perhaps i can lodge here for the night....should i still have enough coin for such. Though at least i have enough on my person to cook a good breakfast," the girl said to herself quietly, not knowing if anyone was nearby to hear her or not as she pulled down her hood and let her styled-up golden hair fall out and almost shimmer in the lovely morning rays.

Zelah then drew in a long, slow breath of air before letting it out gradually and calmly. Had her parents enjoyed the same air she was now, whomever they were? Did she even have any relatives alive for that matter who could tell her about her parents? She had come out here, and would keep traveling at that, until she found the answers to her past in this land of Hyrule.

But today....hmmm, perhaps in the meantime she could get a nap in to boot, and do some training a short distance away to keep it private once breakfast had been consumed to boot.