Probably gonna be looking forward to that R&R now, eh? XD
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Now, to summon RC3 once again.
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A giant crystal ain't a stove where Cecilia came from.
Okay, not steal, but pillage.
Cull gonna steal dem bones, eh.
This was certainly a completely different sort of star. No divine steel, no infernal legacy. Rather, a crystal-bound princess, dressed in garbs that even a humble seamstress like Cecilia could tell was ridiculously expensive. Was this even a princess? This was the sort of outfit that one would expect…not an empress to wear, neither an aristocrat, but rather, the courtesan of a mighty emperor perhaps. A concubine of the Gods upon their heavenly thrones, cast down upon earth for some curious misdeed?
Cecilia shook her head. She was getting way too poetic for this. A jaw-droppingly beautiful woman wasn’t what she came here for, and now that this starfallen maiden (maybe not a maiden, really) turned out to be their reward at the end of the tunnel, what the hell was she going to do? Just give up a girl to the carnal lusts of the Galanon Imperator? A holy ore was one thing. She was neither smith nor hero, and could part with it in the blink of an eye. A holy weapon was another thing. It could be used, perhaps, to cut her way to freedom, but she also wouldn’t mind giving it up. But a holy maiden? One that may be kin to some celestial bloodline, capable of being the mother to a dynasty of demigods? Cecilia could do nothing with that, and it also sounded gross as fuck.
The spellblade turned to the others. Just Annabelle and Ciel, the strangers who were stranger than Locke and Arte. Then she shrugged, a mirthless grin surfacing. “I’m not really the human trafficking kind. Sorta gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth, y’know?”
She turned, strode towards the imprisoning crystal, and placed her hand upon it. If it was anything like the others, perhaps it’ll just shatter. If not, well, she had a spear for a reason.
Cull dies for our brain cells. WIth his sacrifice, the average intelligence of goblins will rise.
Northwestern District
They were asking a lot of questions, weren’t they? A frown passed over Gotou’s face.
“Business as in, y’know, using the washroom? Look, I don’t know what sorta made-up shit you’re imagining, but your mistrust is misplaced.” The man looked between the two of them, flustered but also irritated. Who did these children think they were, really? “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we ought to get…”
“Perhaps just a cup of tea?” A soft voice, a bewitching gaze. A strand of hair brushed by Gotou’s shoulder, as Maya smiled, placing a saucer and a teacup down on the table. Chamomile, with a hint of something else too.
“Oh, uh, no, we really should leave. Sorry for all the trouble, ma’am.”
Maya shook her head. “It’s no trouble at all, sir. The sun is especially strong this time of day, and it would honestly be more troublesome if you too were to collapse in such an environment. Perhaps just until the shadows grow a little longer…”
Gotou drew in a breath. Even men in their thirties weren’t immune to the charms of a well-endowed woman, it appeared. He looked at Maya, then at Suzuha, then back to Maya, and with a sigh, said, “If it pleases you.”
Gently, the man placed his relative back down, before taking a seat beside her. He sipped tea, let out another sigh, and pointedly ignored the two skeptical university students.
Time passed. Though Spice Tea was usually calming, it was just awkward now. Fumiko, alert and doubtful, had her gaze locked upon Gotou. Aya, however, found her gaze wandering eventually. There was someone outside, leaning against the window of the tea shop. They took shelter from the sun too, and fiddled with their phone, perhaps poaching wi-fi off from the tea shop.
Weird person, wearing a hoodie in such temperatures.
“Business as in, y’know, using the washroom? Look, I don’t know what sorta made-up shit you’re imagining, but your mistrust is misplaced.” The man looked between the two of them, flustered but also irritated. Who did these children think they were, really? “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we ought to get…”
“Perhaps just a cup of tea?” A soft voice, a bewitching gaze. A strand of hair brushed by Gotou’s shoulder, as Maya smiled, placing a saucer and a teacup down on the table. Chamomile, with a hint of something else too.
“Oh, uh, no, we really should leave. Sorry for all the trouble, ma’am.”
Maya shook her head. “It’s no trouble at all, sir. The sun is especially strong this time of day, and it would honestly be more troublesome if you too were to collapse in such an environment. Perhaps just until the shadows grow a little longer…”
Gotou drew in a breath. Even men in their thirties weren’t immune to the charms of a well-endowed woman, it appeared. He looked at Maya, then at Suzuha, then back to Maya, and with a sigh, said, “If it pleases you.”
Gently, the man placed his relative back down, before taking a seat beside her. He sipped tea, let out another sigh, and pointedly ignored the two skeptical university students.
Time passed. Though Spice Tea was usually calming, it was just awkward now. Fumiko, alert and doubtful, had her gaze locked upon Gotou. Aya, however, found her gaze wandering eventually. There was someone outside, leaning against the window of the tea shop. They took shelter from the sun too, and fiddled with their phone, perhaps poaching wi-fi off from the tea shop.
Weird person, wearing a hoodie in such temperatures.
Southern District
Mitsuo shook his head, though it was hard to tell whether it was in sorrow over the horrifying last moments of the cat or disappointment over this nefarious villain evading the grasp of justice once more.
“A tragedy, brought on by human hands,” he spoke, turning his back coolly towards Otoya. “Rest assured, I shall not rest until this fiend in human flesh is brought to the justice of my fist. Ensure that this feline receives a proper burial, lest another one of those scum sate their boredom with it. Now, I must leave! Justice never sleeps.”
And with that, he strode off once more, northwards, as bold as a beetle, the stag sort of beetle.
“A tragedy, brought on by human hands,” he spoke, turning his back coolly towards Otoya. “Rest assured, I shall not rest until this fiend in human flesh is brought to the justice of my fist. Ensure that this feline receives a proper burial, lest another one of those scum sate their boredom with it. Now, I must leave! Justice never sleeps.”
And with that, he strode off once more, northwards, as bold as a beetle, the stag sort of beetle.
In the Darkest Hour, Bug and Twig will find a way.
A pincer attack! Like a crab!
...
Hoi wished they could find a beach and then find some crab.
As five of the Horned Rabbits scampered away from the imposing Emri, Hoi waited for his opportunity, crouched like a...croucher. They were fast, these critters, but they were blind too. Blind, lacking discipline, lacking ferocity, and the rotund goblin bared his teeth, willing that controlled ferocity into his mind once more. No roar left his lips, but he surged through the undergrowth regardless, foot rushing up again. Aiming for the underside of the closest rabbit, Hoi's foot dug into the dirt before swinging upwards, attempting to kick it straight up into the sky. Whether there was a beautiful impact though, the goblin remained in motion, his lifted foot dropping down just as suddenly onto another of the beasts for an earth-stomping blow!
Rabbit meat was rabbit meat, and he wanted meat!
And if the two he aimed for would continue to struggle and live...well, he had two arms, two legs, and a set of teeth to convince them otherwise.
@Versa
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Hoi wished they could find a beach and then find some crab.
As five of the Horned Rabbits scampered away from the imposing Emri, Hoi waited for his opportunity, crouched like a...croucher. They were fast, these critters, but they were blind too. Blind, lacking discipline, lacking ferocity, and the rotund goblin bared his teeth, willing that controlled ferocity into his mind once more. No roar left his lips, but he surged through the undergrowth regardless, foot rushing up again. Aiming for the underside of the closest rabbit, Hoi's foot dug into the dirt before swinging upwards, attempting to kick it straight up into the sky. Whether there was a beautiful impact though, the goblin remained in motion, his lifted foot dropping down just as suddenly onto another of the beasts for an earth-stomping blow!
Rabbit meat was rabbit meat, and he wanted meat!
And if the two he aimed for would continue to struggle and live...well, he had two arms, two legs, and a set of teeth to convince them otherwise.
@Versa
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