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"I'm not sure, actually. Maybe answers." He leans forward and begins a frantic tirade of whispers. "It'd be presumptious of me to think I'm your target or even in the warpath of danger, so I'm wondering who. Is it Lady DeVespe? Is it that other noble with the golden luggage? This ship's a trap, isn't it? All of you here are strapped with weapons. You've been eyeing the docks all morning before this ship departed. I am deathly curious. It's the noble male, isn't it? Who hired you all? Tell me. I promise I won't interfere." His right hand reaches out to grab her left. His dead ivory eyes hiding behind eyeglasses, fixed at this person's eyes.
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He was trembling, trying his hardest not to laugh. That impact had no right being that hilarious. Thankfully, his amusement quickly turned to disgust after hearing the noble's ridiculous demands. Oh, that poor young assistant of his. If this is how Landon acts out in the open, how further depraved is he in closed doors?
After Landon closed his doors, this lower deck gradually erupted into a sea of rumours, mostly between the lively crewmates, some between the seemingly married couple and their female child. Whenever gossipers passed near him, he would add small details like "I saw it, he tripped on literally nothing." and "He's going to blame his clumsiness on you to cheap out on fare?" and such. Sir Landon may as well just hole up in his room and never come out for the rest of this voyage at this point, but his kind of people might have too much thick skin for their own good.
... and then there was nothing to do but wait. He didn't want to roam around to escape this boredom though. There's only so much space in this lower deck and yet so many people, it's almost awkward.
He recognized one of the people on the hammocks, the petite cloaked person from what feels like aeons ago at the upper deck, the same person he shot a needle at for senseless reasons. It's quite a long distance from his position to her hammock. Just enough for his mana to diminish on the way and turn into mere whispers. The hammock, it whispers to her. Words in random and in repetition, 'sorry', 'needle' and 'shot' being the loudest amidst this mix of syllables trying to make up a sentence.
As soon as the person looks up and glares at him again, he's going to wave his right hand this time.
@A5G
After Landon closed his doors, this lower deck gradually erupted into a sea of rumours, mostly between the lively crewmates, some between the seemingly married couple and their female child. Whenever gossipers passed near him, he would add small details like "I saw it, he tripped on literally nothing." and "He's going to blame his clumsiness on you to cheap out on fare?" and such. Sir Landon may as well just hole up in his room and never come out for the rest of this voyage at this point, but his kind of people might have too much thick skin for their own good.
... and then there was nothing to do but wait. He didn't want to roam around to escape this boredom though. There's only so much space in this lower deck and yet so many people, it's almost awkward.
He recognized one of the people on the hammocks, the petite cloaked person from what feels like aeons ago at the upper deck, the same person he shot a needle at for senseless reasons. It's quite a long distance from his position to her hammock. Just enough for his mana to diminish on the way and turn into mere whispers. The hammock, it whispers to her. Words in random and in repetition, 'sorry', 'needle' and 'shot' being the loudest amidst this mix of syllables trying to make up a sentence.
As soon as the person looks up and glares at him again, he's going to wave his right hand this time.
@A5G
As soon as his wheelchair started sliding forward, his right arm slung forward to push the brake lever. His head jolted up, and he hurriedly fixed his glasses and cloth mask, looking around. It's just the ship, it's just moving.
He reversed until his chair hit the wall and slumped his head back in relief, when a strange force buzzed trying to repel him. He tapped the wall with his head. What is this? A barrier? He tried to phase his head through the wall, to no avail.
Did Ember put this up? Was this made specifically for him? He would not fault her for this, he did trespass, but if she thinks there is sexual interest at play to the point she'd call him a pervert, she is mistaken.
However, this next series of moves would only do the opposite of placing him in her good graces.
His left arm twists back and he takes hold of the wall. Segments of the room's surfaces -- the walls, the floor, the ceiling -- begin to struggle and vibrate, in his attempt to uproot the barrier off the wall and make it easier to dismantle. Cracks in the barrier start to form from the side of the room furthest from him, and the loose shards of this metaphysical barrier floated towards him, reconverted into mana.
After about a third of the barrier gone, he suddenly stops. He was losing more mana from shattering the barrier than he gained from absorbing it. He slumps his head forward. It pains him that he's still a novice at his own powers.
@spiral origin
He looks up. He's drawn to the layers of gold scratching the wood floors of the deck, and eventually the stairs. That poor lad. As long as that luggage touches the floor, he should find it a lot easier to move wherever he needs to.
He stared at the noble who soon followed him. It's that fake smile again. At this point, he started to detest it. However, just seeing that is nowhere near enough to determine character. Instead, it is inconvenience that shines the brightest light at people's psyches.
It would surely be a shame if the floor suddenly shifted backwards to make him slip and fall.
He reversed until his chair hit the wall and slumped his head back in relief, when a strange force buzzed trying to repel him. He tapped the wall with his head. What is this? A barrier? He tried to phase his head through the wall, to no avail.
Did Ember put this up? Was this made specifically for him? He would not fault her for this, he did trespass, but if she thinks there is sexual interest at play to the point she'd call him a pervert, she is mistaken.
However, this next series of moves would only do the opposite of placing him in her good graces.
His left arm twists back and he takes hold of the wall. Segments of the room's surfaces -- the walls, the floor, the ceiling -- begin to struggle and vibrate, in his attempt to uproot the barrier off the wall and make it easier to dismantle. Cracks in the barrier start to form from the side of the room furthest from him, and the loose shards of this metaphysical barrier floated towards him, reconverted into mana.
After about a third of the barrier gone, he suddenly stops. He was losing more mana from shattering the barrier than he gained from absorbing it. He slumps his head forward. It pains him that he's still a novice at his own powers.
@spiral origin
He looks up. He's drawn to the layers of gold scratching the wood floors of the deck, and eventually the stairs. That poor lad. As long as that luggage touches the floor, he should find it a lot easier to move wherever he needs to.
He stared at the noble who soon followed him. It's that fake smile again. At this point, he started to detest it. However, just seeing that is nowhere near enough to determine character. Instead, it is inconvenience that shines the brightest light at people's psyches.
It would surely be a shame if the floor suddenly shifted backwards to make him slip and fall.
The black-haired man in the wheelchair has been parked at the wall in front of Ember's room all this time. The ward applied on the wall closest to him seems to be gradually being sucked in, even though he didn't seem awake. His head is tilted back and his permanently open eyes stare at a corner of the ceiling. His chest didn't huff, as he doesn't really breathe. His arms dangled off his armrests, motionless as well. Just being near him inflicts a small drowzy feeling, as he slowly seeps mana away from everything around him.
The cloth mask he wears on his face slid off a little due to his overly slouched head, and closer inspection reveals his cheeks and lower jaw are... cut? As if of a jigsaw puzzle without tabs. His lips don't really have colour distinct from the rest of his skin either.
The cloth mask he wears on his face slid off a little due to his overly slouched head, and closer inspection reveals his cheeks and lower jaw are... cut? As if of a jigsaw puzzle without tabs. His lips don't really have colour distinct from the rest of his skin either.
"Oh no, not you too? Everyone seems to be able to use levitation in here..." He thoughtlessly blurted out, possibly unaware that it would shoot Viviana down, but between his own abilities and Ember launching him across the room...
"Did I interrupt your reading? I apologize. Well, have fun."
He waits until Viviana turns to walk away before he speaks again. "By the way, please stop the," he traces a curve at his lips with his two index fingers and shakes his head. "I hope you people would just express how you really feel. I'm a bit tired of guessing."
He turns back to Nanashi, whispering in urgent. "Oh, you can go now. Don't let me stop your business either. I'm fine, truly. Thank you. Hope you reach home again."
"Did I interrupt your reading? I apologize. Well, have fun."
He waits until Viviana turns to walk away before he speaks again. "By the way, please stop the," he traces a curve at his lips with his two index fingers and shakes his head. "I hope you people would just express how you really feel. I'm a bit tired of guessing."
He turns back to Nanashi, whispering in urgent. "Oh, you can go now. Don't let me stop your business either. I'm fine, truly. Thank you. Hope you reach home again."
Her reaction is surely not what he expected. "Is this not a common ability for witches? You're a witch, right? Are you a witch? I saw your purple magic a while ago, that was you, right?"
He raised his eyeglasses up to his hair, looking at her necklace and hand fingers, while abandoning any form of tact or the need to disguise the nature of his stiff, ivory eyes.
He raised his eyeglasses up to his hair, looking at her necklace and hand fingers, while abandoning any form of tact or the need to disguise the nature of his stiff, ivory eyes.
lol... uhhh i don't get it.
"My name's Henr-- ah, Carter, yes. Wheelo Carter, you can call me by that name." He follows with an awkward stuttered nod. He looks back at the young man with the rice hat and then back to Viviana. Maybe they're too young for his name to matter, especially with this rice hat guy. He doesn't seem to be of this continent.
"Oh, I fell through the ceiling." He demonstrated by phasing a finger through his right armrest, then sliding his arm back to show that he didn't just have some kind of hole in there.
"Oh, I fell through the ceiling." He demonstrated by phasing a finger through his right armrest, then sliding his arm back to show that he didn't just have some kind of hole in there.
It's the tiny woman with two missing fingers, and the young man who helped him up the ramp. Maybe he judged these two too harshly, one of them has already helped him once, and the other is only so polite and adorable. Yet, their threat levels keep lingering in his subconscious, especially now when he barely has the mana to move, let alone defend. He willed himself to just play along for now.
"No, no need, I'm fine. It'll take more than a shove to kill me." Haha... Oh, he is so out of touch with social norms. He turned to the lad with the rice hat. "Hey, this is the second time you've tried to help me now, I appreciate that."
He turned back to the small elf. "What a helpful bunch of youngsters. What are your names?"
(addendum)
As soon as he heard sobbing from behind him, he elbows the wall behind him to filter out the sound as best he could. He'd sigh if he could. It was ~mostly~ an accident.
"No, no need, I'm fine. It'll take more than a shove to kill me." Haha... Oh, he is so out of touch with social norms. He turned to the lad with the rice hat. "Hey, this is the second time you've tried to help me now, I appreciate that."
He turned back to the small elf. "What a helpful bunch of youngsters. What are your names?"
(addendum)
As soon as he heard sobbing from behind him, he elbows the wall behind him to filter out the sound as best he could. He'd sigh if he could. It was ~mostly~ an accident.
<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>
Nope, very much human at the moment
ඞ hmmm that sounds like smth a snake would say
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