Ana looked from the drawing and back to Mya with an expression that might have been expressing something akin to a sense of accomplishment. "Oh thanks." Mya went on to explain that they needed to head out if they wanted a good bunk. The concept of a good bunk seemed odd. Shouldn't all the bunks have been the same? And if not, it seemed like quite the injustice for some campers to be stuck with bad bunks. Still, it didn't really effect her too much, as she had a habit of sitting up all night on a regular basis. But Mya probably slept, and the thought of the poor girl being stuck with a sub-adequate bed on her account was something she couldn't abide. "Sure thing. Let's go." She slid her sketchbook and her poor worn-out pencil back into her messenger bag and slung it around her shoulder. She hopped down from the tabletop and followed behind Mya, tilting her head back to look up at the sky as she walked. This had the unfortunate consequence of her hat falling off of her head, though, in a moment of sudden and jarring agility, she snatched the cap from the air before it could reach the ground, placing it back on her head, though turned backwards this time. She continued meandering along behind Mya as the girl asked her question. "Mostly self-taught I guess. My mom used to paint though, and she gave me a few tips." Ana's arms swayed at her sides like vines in the breeze. "That was a really long time ago though."
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Ana turned slightly as a brown-haired girl approached her. Finally realizing that she might have looked a bit out of place, she nodded slightly. "Oh... Um, maybe?" She tilted her head slightly to the side, still looking more than a bit confused at what she perceived to be the sudden arrival of a multitude of campers. "I, uh, wasn't really paying too much attention. I didn't realize so many people had shown up..." Her eyes slowly drifted over all the strange new faces. "Lot of people..." She seemed to say the words to herself, thinking out loud more than anything. After taking another moment to appreciate the sheer number of people who had arrived under her not-so-watchful eye, she drifted back to the conversation. "Right, nice to meet you Mya, my name is Ana. Do you know if we're, like, supposed to go somewhere in particular? I've been here for a while, but I kind of got caught up in drawing and I guess I lost track of time or something." Her words drifted lazily from her mouth, and gave the sense that she was half-asleep. She looked down at her notebook, which was still open and lying in front of her on the table. It's a pretty good bird. Much better than the last bird I drew. Yep. Definitely a good bird.
Ana had arrived at the camp far earlier than was strictly reasonable. While for most this would have been a prime opportunity to secure a good room and make friends, Ana had instead opted to capitalize by finding a comfortable spot to sit and draw. For her, that meant sitting cross-legged atop one of the picnic tables near The Canteen with a sketchbook in her lap, scratching lazily at the surface of the page with a Dixon Ticonderoga that had evidently seen its fair share of work, as it had been sharpened to the point that it was now scarcely more than a nub. There she had sat for at least an hour as more and more campers poured into the camp. Ana, for her part, had seemingly been entirely unfazed by the multitude of people that had arrived. To be fair, it seemed this lack of acknowledgement had been mutual, as thus far no one had made any attempt at socializing... or if they had, she hadn't noticed. Her only companion was a small robin that had opted to rest his wings at the picnic table. The girl looked quizzically at the tiny creature for a moment before deciding it was a perfect model, stealthily turning the page of her sketchbook and starting up a new drawing.
There the odd girl sat, gleefully sketching her new feathered friend without a care in the world. She hadn't considered the possibility that someone else might've liked to have used that particular picnic table, and that sitting on top of it might be considered a bit rude, or that she might have inadvertently singled herself out as a curiosity. No, she seemed more than content to remain oblivious, quietly laboring away at her work. The soft breeze tousled the ink black ocean of curls atop her head as she drew, and the chatter of the campers served as a soothing bit of ambient noise. After some time, she put her pencil down, holding up her sketchbook beside her strangely cooperative subject. The image was a near-perfect likeness of the little creature. She looked from the page, to the bird, back to the page, once again to the bird, a third time to the page, a final time to the bird, and nodded seriously before giving the bird a thumbs-up. The bird, being a bird and having no understanding of the appreciative gesture of his admirer, decided that he had rested long enough and fluttered away. Her labor complete, Ana placed the book on the table and stretched her arms above her head with a soft yawn. It was at this point that she noticed the sheer number of people who had somehow crept into the area during her drawing session. "Oh..." She said softly, looking around at the unfamiliar faces with a look of absolute and utter bewilderment.
There the odd girl sat, gleefully sketching her new feathered friend without a care in the world. She hadn't considered the possibility that someone else might've liked to have used that particular picnic table, and that sitting on top of it might be considered a bit rude, or that she might have inadvertently singled herself out as a curiosity. No, she seemed more than content to remain oblivious, quietly laboring away at her work. The soft breeze tousled the ink black ocean of curls atop her head as she drew, and the chatter of the campers served as a soothing bit of ambient noise. After some time, she put her pencil down, holding up her sketchbook beside her strangely cooperative subject. The image was a near-perfect likeness of the little creature. She looked from the page, to the bird, back to the page, once again to the bird, a third time to the page, a final time to the bird, and nodded seriously before giving the bird a thumbs-up. The bird, being a bird and having no understanding of the appreciative gesture of his admirer, decided that he had rested long enough and fluttered away. Her labor complete, Ana placed the book on the table and stretched her arms above her head with a soft yawn. It was at this point that she noticed the sheer number of people who had somehow crept into the area during her drawing session. "Oh..." She said softly, looking around at the unfamiliar faces with a look of absolute and utter bewilderment.
@rbwls8028 I don't think you can, I'm not positive on that though.
Name : Ana Perdida
Year at Camp : 1
Sex : Female
Camper or Counselor? : Camper
Age (15-19 for campers, 20-26 for counselors): 16
Appearance : Ana is a girl of small stature with a slight, delicate build. She has soft features and a small, round face. Her eyes are a deep brown color, bordering on black, and always seem to be somewhat unfocused, staring off into space. She has a small mouth and thin lips, that are often pursed as if she is contemplating some great and impossible question. Her posture is usually rather poor, but supremely relaxed. Her hair is a waterfall of black curls billowing down just past her shoulders.
As far as clothing, Ana tends to wear comfy gym shorts, typically black and reaching a few inches above her knees. She is also rarely seen without her favorite hoodie, a warm, white garment that she wears near-religiously. Beneath the hoodie she typically wears one of many tank tops. For footwear, she typically wears a pair of beat up black sneakers, which are almost never tied. She is also fond of wearing a red baseball cap. Overall, her appearance is a bit odd, and fits to the fact that she can never quite determine if she's feeling too hot or too cold.
Items (Special things your character brought to camp) (optional) : Ana carries a charcoal grey messenger bag, usually filled with sketchbooks and pencils.
Personality (optional) : Ana can come across as a bit strange. She is not very outgoing, and is rather quiet for the most part. She also has a tendency to get lost in her own thoughts or become easily distracted by some minute detail of her environment. When someone does manage to get her attention, however, she is fairly friendly, if a bit odd. She has a dreamy personality, and a slow, soft voice that makes her seem lazy or half-asleep. Ana is positively terrified of being out on the water, and will steadfastly refuse any invitation to enter a boat, or even to put her feet in the water. Strangely enough, she is more than content to watch the water however, so long as she is safe and dry.
Year at Camp : 1
Sex : Female
Camper or Counselor? : Camper
Age (15-19 for campers, 20-26 for counselors): 16
Appearance : Ana is a girl of small stature with a slight, delicate build. She has soft features and a small, round face. Her eyes are a deep brown color, bordering on black, and always seem to be somewhat unfocused, staring off into space. She has a small mouth and thin lips, that are often pursed as if she is contemplating some great and impossible question. Her posture is usually rather poor, but supremely relaxed. Her hair is a waterfall of black curls billowing down just past her shoulders.
As far as clothing, Ana tends to wear comfy gym shorts, typically black and reaching a few inches above her knees. She is also rarely seen without her favorite hoodie, a warm, white garment that she wears near-religiously. Beneath the hoodie she typically wears one of many tank tops. For footwear, she typically wears a pair of beat up black sneakers, which are almost never tied. She is also fond of wearing a red baseball cap. Overall, her appearance is a bit odd, and fits to the fact that she can never quite determine if she's feeling too hot or too cold.
Items (Special things your character brought to camp) (optional) : Ana carries a charcoal grey messenger bag, usually filled with sketchbooks and pencils.
Personality (optional) : Ana can come across as a bit strange. She is not very outgoing, and is rather quiet for the most part. She also has a tendency to get lost in her own thoughts or become easily distracted by some minute detail of her environment. When someone does manage to get her attention, however, she is fairly friendly, if a bit odd. She has a dreamy personality, and a slow, soft voice that makes her seem lazy or half-asleep. Ana is positively terrified of being out on the water, and will steadfastly refuse any invitation to enter a boat, or even to put her feet in the water. Strangely enough, she is more than content to watch the water however, so long as she is safe and dry.
Noah began energetically pouring over the books. There were a few that seemed vaguely related to their destination. He noticed a few on the history of Gris, as well as a few full of folktales. He grinned as Al brought over another book. The Basics of Gardening. The boy looked at the book quizzically for a few moments. He was curious how such a book was going to help them in the frozen north, but Al seemed well versed in rugged adventuring, so surely it had some merit. Looking up from the books, her turned his gaze towards Haruka. Revenge. That was right, she had mentioned that earlier. Still, the phrase 'revenge murder' coming out of the otherwise pleasant girl's mouth seemed a bit unsettling to the youth. "Oh right, you told us about that earlier. Um... your master, right? What... uh... happened exactly? Who is this person you're after?" The boy frowned, he hadn't meant to stumble into such a painful memory. "If you want to talk about it, that is." He glanced to Al with a grin as he patted their compatriot on the head. "I bet you've seen some amazing things adventuring around. I've traveled a lot, but I don't know if you'd really call it 'adventuring'. I've never really... fought or anything." He scratched his head. "Not that we never ran into trouble! But usually Miss Elizabeth deals with those sorts of things. She's pretty amazing."
As the group in the library carried on, the sound of heavy footsteps resounded through the hallway leading to the room. A steady clank...clank...clank echoed down the hallway. After a moment, the door creaked open. "You're right Ohn, maybe I shouldn't have gotten so worked up, but the things he s-" Emilia froze in the doorway for a moment, looking over the scene before her. With a slight smirk, she spoke up. "Oh, so you all actually took Father up on his offer to use the library. How interesting." The little lady walked into the room, followed by the hulking mass of her bodyguard. The giant closed the door behind them with surprising care, turning to look at the adventurers as well. "Find anything useful? If not... I might be able to help. Ohn and I come in here to read nearly every day." She threw a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to the armored behemoth behind her. "Plus, I don't get to meet very many foreigners. A few have come through lately, but they're not usually much for talking." The girl grinned, pulling out a chair near Noah, Haruka, and Al.
The hooded woman raised her head slightly at Lexine's response. Her eyes remained covered beneath the shadow of her garment, but her position revealed the lower half of a very pale face and a few tufts of messy brown hair. A strange looking scar seemed to run down from her right cheek. "Welcoming committee?" She seemed to think for a moment. "Somewhat, though 'observer' might be more apt." Her voice remained flat and noninflected. All the warmth of human speech seemed to be entirely absent from the woman's words. "Things are proceeding without incident, yes? Cross has agreed to supply you?" A cold wind blew through the alleyway. In reaction to the breeze, the woman's hand snapped like a bowstring to her head, holding her hood in place. "This expedition will be difficult. It is important that you are prepared." The woman continued in her odd, seemingly scripted method of speaking. "Though... you are different from the others. Perhaps that is a good sign."
Elizabeth watched the stranger like a hawk. She was always cautious, but something about the odd woman made her uncomfortable. It might have been her voice, the way her words seemed disconnected from their speaker, or perhaps the strange way the woman carried herself. Regardless, the way she described their expedition, and the fact that she knew Cross was supplying them only served to intensify the anxiety. Elizabeth's fingers tapped softly against the head of her cane. "Oh, are you a supplier for Cross or something?" Elizabeth desperately hoped that was the case. If she worked for Cross, her odd mannerisms were understandable. The stranger tilted her head slightly at the question. "No, I am not a supplier. Cross should be using his own stock." Elizabeth's grip on her cane tightened slightly. It seemed the woman wasn't affiliated with their odd benefactor in the slightest.
The hammering in the blacksmith's shop ceased, and a robust, bald man with a thick grey beard walked out the door. Everything about his appearance suggested a lifetime of hard work. He held a hammer in his calloused hand, and glanced around the front of his shop, evidently looking for something. After a moment, his light grey eyes came to rest on Sage. With a deep, but fairly warm, voice, he called out. "Young lady, I saw you looking at some of my wares. Are you looking to buy something, or were you just admiring the craftsmanship?" He let out a hearty chuckle as he approached the young woman. "The name's Webb." He wiped his hand on his shirt before extending it towards the girl. "I heard we had some travelers in town. There aren't too many folks that come through here. Even less that care about good smithing."
As the group in the library carried on, the sound of heavy footsteps resounded through the hallway leading to the room. A steady clank...clank...clank echoed down the hallway. After a moment, the door creaked open. "You're right Ohn, maybe I shouldn't have gotten so worked up, but the things he s-" Emilia froze in the doorway for a moment, looking over the scene before her. With a slight smirk, she spoke up. "Oh, so you all actually took Father up on his offer to use the library. How interesting." The little lady walked into the room, followed by the hulking mass of her bodyguard. The giant closed the door behind them with surprising care, turning to look at the adventurers as well. "Find anything useful? If not... I might be able to help. Ohn and I come in here to read nearly every day." She threw a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to the armored behemoth behind her. "Plus, I don't get to meet very many foreigners. A few have come through lately, but they're not usually much for talking." The girl grinned, pulling out a chair near Noah, Haruka, and Al.
The hooded woman raised her head slightly at Lexine's response. Her eyes remained covered beneath the shadow of her garment, but her position revealed the lower half of a very pale face and a few tufts of messy brown hair. A strange looking scar seemed to run down from her right cheek. "Welcoming committee?" She seemed to think for a moment. "Somewhat, though 'observer' might be more apt." Her voice remained flat and noninflected. All the warmth of human speech seemed to be entirely absent from the woman's words. "Things are proceeding without incident, yes? Cross has agreed to supply you?" A cold wind blew through the alleyway. In reaction to the breeze, the woman's hand snapped like a bowstring to her head, holding her hood in place. "This expedition will be difficult. It is important that you are prepared." The woman continued in her odd, seemingly scripted method of speaking. "Though... you are different from the others. Perhaps that is a good sign."
Elizabeth watched the stranger like a hawk. She was always cautious, but something about the odd woman made her uncomfortable. It might have been her voice, the way her words seemed disconnected from their speaker, or perhaps the strange way the woman carried herself. Regardless, the way she described their expedition, and the fact that she knew Cross was supplying them only served to intensify the anxiety. Elizabeth's fingers tapped softly against the head of her cane. "Oh, are you a supplier for Cross or something?" Elizabeth desperately hoped that was the case. If she worked for Cross, her odd mannerisms were understandable. The stranger tilted her head slightly at the question. "No, I am not a supplier. Cross should be using his own stock." Elizabeth's grip on her cane tightened slightly. It seemed the woman wasn't affiliated with their odd benefactor in the slightest.
The hammering in the blacksmith's shop ceased, and a robust, bald man with a thick grey beard walked out the door. Everything about his appearance suggested a lifetime of hard work. He held a hammer in his calloused hand, and glanced around the front of his shop, evidently looking for something. After a moment, his light grey eyes came to rest on Sage. With a deep, but fairly warm, voice, he called out. "Young lady, I saw you looking at some of my wares. Are you looking to buy something, or were you just admiring the craftsmanship?" He let out a hearty chuckle as he approached the young woman. "The name's Webb." He wiped his hand on his shirt before extending it towards the girl. "I heard we had some travelers in town. There aren't too many folks that come through here. Even less that care about good smithing."
Noah chuckled to himself. "I actually quite like cooking. Hopefully I'll be able to make something good for all of us." Al and Haruka both seemed friendly to the boy. He was thankful to have such agreeable people on their journey. The white-haired youth smiled as the others agreed to join him in his little excursion to the library. Hopping up from his seat, he motioned for them to follow. The group left the Great Hall and entered a long hallway constructed of the same dark grey stone that the rest of the castle consisted of. The passage was lit only dimly with small windows running along one side. Noah led the group down the hall for a few moments, before rather abruptly turning at a door to his left. A small sign affixed beside the doorway confirmed the boy's suspicion that they'd reached their destination, and with a hefty push he opened the room's thick oaken door.
Inside the room, rows and rows of bookcases stood filled to their limit. A series of tables littered one side of the room, each surrounded by a few rather comfortable looking chairs. Noah beamed. "Looks like we found it." His eyes rolled over the hundreds of books in the thick wooden shelves. "But where do we start... Hmm." The boy began walking along the first row of bookshelves, scanning for anything related to the Great Northern Wastes. As he looked, he spoke up, his eyes glancing towards his companions for a moment. "So have either of you ever done something like this?" Their task was an abstract one to be sure, but then Al and Haruka didn't strike him as 'average' by any stretch of the imagination.
Elizabeth nodded at Lexine's request. "Certainly. Maybe we'll find something useful." She smirked ever so slightly at Lexine's distrust of their host. "I'd be worried if you did trust him to be honest. He's a dangerous person, but he seems to be on our side, if only for the moment." She couldn't help but think how applicable that statement was to the entirety of their expedition. The Esterlian began looking over the various wares available in the marketplace. She glanced to Lexine for a moment as she walked. "So, someone hired you to come out here, right?" The woman spoke softly. "I'm a bit surprised someone cared enough to invest in this whole thing." The woman refrained from directly asking about the specifics of Lexine's employer. She was curious, but doubted her compatriot had any urge to divulge such information to a total stranger.
Elizabeth saw little amongst the marketplaces wares that struck her fancy. It would've been useful if Cross had told them exactly what his 'supplies' entailed. She purchased a box of matches and a few cooking supplies, as well as a fair amount of salted meat. She didn't intend to starve if Cross didn't send enough food. The market, though fairly simple, had a decent variety of stock. Elizabeth glanced to Lexine. "You looking for anything in particular?" It would be a long journey, that much was certain, and they couldn't afford for anyone to be unprepared. As the duo reached the end of one of the market's aisles, a voice called out from a nearby alleyway. "More foreigners?" Elizabeth stopped, her eye darting towards the source of the voice. A figure stood in the shadow of the alleyway, a yellowish cloak and hood concealing most of its features. After a moment, the figure spoke again. "I assume the pair of you are heading north as well?" The voice was flat and dull, but seemed to identify the figure before them as female. Elizabeth looked to Lexine, as if questioning how to respond to the newcomer.
Inside the room, rows and rows of bookcases stood filled to their limit. A series of tables littered one side of the room, each surrounded by a few rather comfortable looking chairs. Noah beamed. "Looks like we found it." His eyes rolled over the hundreds of books in the thick wooden shelves. "But where do we start... Hmm." The boy began walking along the first row of bookshelves, scanning for anything related to the Great Northern Wastes. As he looked, he spoke up, his eyes glancing towards his companions for a moment. "So have either of you ever done something like this?" Their task was an abstract one to be sure, but then Al and Haruka didn't strike him as 'average' by any stretch of the imagination.
Elizabeth nodded at Lexine's request. "Certainly. Maybe we'll find something useful." She smirked ever so slightly at Lexine's distrust of their host. "I'd be worried if you did trust him to be honest. He's a dangerous person, but he seems to be on our side, if only for the moment." She couldn't help but think how applicable that statement was to the entirety of their expedition. The Esterlian began looking over the various wares available in the marketplace. She glanced to Lexine for a moment as she walked. "So, someone hired you to come out here, right?" The woman spoke softly. "I'm a bit surprised someone cared enough to invest in this whole thing." The woman refrained from directly asking about the specifics of Lexine's employer. She was curious, but doubted her compatriot had any urge to divulge such information to a total stranger.
Elizabeth saw little amongst the marketplaces wares that struck her fancy. It would've been useful if Cross had told them exactly what his 'supplies' entailed. She purchased a box of matches and a few cooking supplies, as well as a fair amount of salted meat. She didn't intend to starve if Cross didn't send enough food. The market, though fairly simple, had a decent variety of stock. Elizabeth glanced to Lexine. "You looking for anything in particular?" It would be a long journey, that much was certain, and they couldn't afford for anyone to be unprepared. As the duo reached the end of one of the market's aisles, a voice called out from a nearby alleyway. "More foreigners?" Elizabeth stopped, her eye darting towards the source of the voice. A figure stood in the shadow of the alleyway, a yellowish cloak and hood concealing most of its features. After a moment, the figure spoke again. "I assume the pair of you are heading north as well?" The voice was flat and dull, but seemed to identify the figure before them as female. Elizabeth looked to Lexine, as if questioning how to respond to the newcomer.
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Noah listened to Haruka's explanations with wide-eyed intrigue. The boy was practically a sponge for information. He had always enjoyed learning, regardless of the subject, that was why he was going on this journey in the first place, after all. For such an inquisitive soul, an interesting individual like Haruka was a godsend. "Martial arts, huh? You should show me it at some point. If it's not a secret, or anything." Noah took a bite from a green apple on the table. It was quite sour, much more so than he'd expected, and his lips instinctively curled at the abuse of his taste buds. "I've never met someone like you either, but who knows, it's a big world out there, maybe you have family somewhere!" The boy's optimism seemed to emanate from every fiber of his being. He smiled when Haruka volunteered her help if he was in trouble. "Thank you! I can't do much to repay your kindness I'm afraid, but... hmm... I can cook! So maybe I can repay you in food." The boy's eyes left Haruka for a moment as Lexine spoke up. "Yes, we're a team." He beamed. "Will do. Hopefully there won't be any here though." The boy laughed, waving to Lexine as she left the room before turning back to Haruka. "So I was thinking of looking around the castle a bit, and possibly going by the library. Would you like to come along?" He turned in his seat. "That goes for everyone, of course, if any of you want to look around." He motioned around the table.
Elizabeth had set about her business, walking around the marketplace in search of anything that might be useful in their journey. Outside of the occasional odd look from one of the locals, the process had been rather uneventful thus far. Still, markets caused a faint nervousness in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps it was a residual feeling from her earliest days as a street urchin. After all, in those days the market had represented both risk and reward. As it stood, though, she wasn't here to steal anything, so the feelings inside of her were little but an inconvenience. Her scanning of the marketplace was interrupted as she saw another figure leaving the castle. Upon closer inspection, she came to the conclusion it was Lexine. She had said very little about herself, and was one of the people Cross had referred to as a 'professional'. The blonde woman turned, meeting her new compatriot at the market's entrance. "Looking to do a little shopping out here as well?" She leaned against her cane, looking the woman over. "You're Lexine, right?"
Elizabeth had set about her business, walking around the marketplace in search of anything that might be useful in their journey. Outside of the occasional odd look from one of the locals, the process had been rather uneventful thus far. Still, markets caused a faint nervousness in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps it was a residual feeling from her earliest days as a street urchin. After all, in those days the market had represented both risk and reward. As it stood, though, she wasn't here to steal anything, so the feelings inside of her were little but an inconvenience. Her scanning of the marketplace was interrupted as she saw another figure leaving the castle. Upon closer inspection, she came to the conclusion it was Lexine. She had said very little about herself, and was one of the people Cross had referred to as a 'professional'. The blonde woman turned, meeting her new compatriot at the market's entrance. "Looking to do a little shopping out here as well?" She leaned against her cane, looking the woman over. "You're Lexine, right?"
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