Yankee
Eventua
AlteredTundra
@ERode
"Fuckin' shit fuck on a fuck sticking a fuck on a fuck."
Calace marched along the bustling pathway and weaved through the passing townsfolk and fellow players with ease due to her small stature. The worst part of navigating the hub was her height disadvantage. The short stature made it rather difficult to look at guideposts and signage, which made following the flow of people to specific destinations her best bet at finding what she needed. She had been lucky enough to find a party willing to carry her stubborn ass to its current point, but once they had caught wind of her personality - unwilling to alter the pain setting or contribute to combat - they turned tail and left her in town to find greener pastures in terms of a supportive role in the party.
"Just’f’n because’n rrrrrrg! Good luck finding a healer who knows how to properly manage their mana!"
Her hushed words caught the attention or two taller men waking as a pair in front of her, slowly their own rhythmic pace to glance down upon her. Calace shot them a hateful glare before snapping her vision forward once again.
“Just head to one of the clan recruiting posts. You know about those right?”
The taller man of the two in red-painted plate spoke quietly down to her, his soft spoken voice a stark contrast to the towering man. Or perhaps he just seemed to be so imposing in front of her?
"Of course I do.. And I was just heading there now!"
The three had still been following the flow of people, but they were surrounded on all sides by others so it wasn’t like she had any clue where they were or what direction they were going. Her nostrils flared as her snappy response barked out from her maw, pale lavender hair shaking as her head turned left to right. Another low growl exhumed from Cal’s throat as her sights finally floated up to glance from the red played man to his robed companion.
"Where’s the closest clan office? I’ll head there now."
“Right here, actually... This is the Gaku-Rei building here to our left.”
And they came to a halt, the taller men like larger stones in a river as the stream of people split around them allowing an opportunity to break from the crowd and make way towards the clan building spoken of. Calace reluctantly followed the two, huffing and puffing along the way as she finally made it to the building. As she finally approached the building, she turned back to the pair and offered but a single curt nod. The building she stood before didn’t look different from most, but the identifiers of who dwelled inside were evident along the outside. The royal purple tapestries along the outside strewn with the clan’s name made it stand out.
"Thanks, I guess."
Wow, a thank you - who would’ve thought? With a simple wave of their hands the two fellow players turned on their heels and stomped over to some food stalls nearby. Calace made her way to the doors, her small pasty hands pressing to the wooden surface until it opened to find the Gaku-Rei ambassador sitting inside. There sat cross-cross was a big man with chubby face, wearing flashily-patterned violet robes. His hair was dark, short, and unkempt. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and has a big, hearty gourd of some very potent liquor with smell flooding the room.
"Recruit me, fat man!"
Calace pointed straight at him, her tone somewhere between anger and sternness.
