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Also, I'll be posting my part tonight. Eta: 6-10 hours from now.
I'm cool with it. Already doing that for another rp I'm in so I don't see why not.
The patch of fur was a dud. The hair actually belonged to a beaver and Shelly led us to it's dam, but the view of the river gives us an idea. Bigfoot is known for his love of dipping his toes in the water. Maybe of we grab our snorkeling set, we can try to get pics that will make us some money on less appropriate sites.




The flow of wind made its way through Lazhou, carrying with it the hope, scorn, regret, and anger of the people that called it home. It was not what Ryschi had expected when he was told to make for the fishery here, as he imagined port towns to be places of excitement, diversity, and creativity. Instead, this place felt like a well maintained prison and it wasn't long before the wardens had to check for contraband.

Rushing past the Inn that Ryschi and his traveling companion, Huo, were taking a moment to rest in, a group of guards made way towards the same fishery that they were supposed to go to later in the day. Shortly after, a women sped out of the establishment headed to same way and some commotion began to rise outside. "Hey Huo, do you think we should go che-.." Ryschi began to ask before realizing his friend had already stopped his pandering and gone to question the barkeep. He'll be fine if I go take a peek without him right? Yeah, of course, He's a grown man.

Slinking outside, Ryschi casually walked towards the fishery to investigate, glad that without his orange sash it would be hard to tell him apart from any other poor villager, and glad that Kimo was a good two hours out of town to avoid detection. The tension of the air grew thicker as he approached, sensing not hostility but pure, unwavering resistance coming from the core of the scene. The source revealed itself, a large man stood between the guards and an older gentleman.

"Might you honor a humble wanderer with the knowledge of what brings such valiant men here?"

Ryschi couldn't believe his eyes, he had never expected another airbender to find themselves here, especially at a time like this. There were a few more shifting winds in the crowd, people moving to act or preparing to follow suite, but he couldn't take his eyes off the monk. Was he brought here to scold Ryschi, or worse, force him to return home? He certainly couldn't take him in a conflict if that was the case, even beyond his physique. Ryschi knew that his style relied on forcing opponents to bend to the wind's will, overwhelming those that had no way to disperse his strong gales, but other airbenders were his natural weakness. Noticing how long he was staring, and that the situation was progressing with the advance if a neutral negotiator, Ryschi decided it was time to return to Huo and see if he had gathered enough intel. Last thing he wanted was for the monk to notice him back. A head of hair, an arm tattoo, and non-traditional clothing were all things that made him look nothing like a nomad, but Ryschi was certain that if he had been seen then the monk would know his origin.

On his way back, he made sure to avoid those that had storms brewing inside them. Years of chasing spirits, meditating amongst them, calming them, and seeking their understanding had helped him hone an eye for what others were feeling and as such, Ryschi could tell the difference between those that were concerned, or hiding, or just curious to see what happens and those that were waiting with bated breath for what would need to come next. He leaves this to them, and whispers a prayer for the safety of all who will need it.

Re-entering the Black Eel Inn, He began to try and locate his companion and upon spotting him, wasted no time winding through the crowd. Ryschi leaned over Huo's shoulder to whisper into his ear, "If you know where our contact is, we need to go find her quick. Otherwise, we may want to leave town for a bit and return when things calm down."


@webboysurf





Alumni of the Shirubashedo Academy dead from suicide, Fourth one this week.

The newscaster from the tv reported while Fubuki had stopped for lunch at a nearby venue. The fried chicken here was remarkably good considering the price and so Fubuki came here almost every day.

Man, this school is so cursed. The poor publicity is bringing the cost of tuition down though. Dang, people are dying and I think about how this will save me money... I swear, any broker and my personality will just be poverty.

Fubuki finished his food and began to head back to campus, his two early morning classes were out of the way, but he still had his two midday lectures and then his late night lecture. As he walked, he realized that he spent too long eating and needed to rush, choosing a back alley for a shortcut.

He'd taken this route many times, but things were different today. It was like everyone had decided to refurbish their mirrors on the same day. Fubuki's pace quickened, both because he was in a rush and because he saw shapes moving within the mirrors and began assuming he was being followed. Once he reached a spot out of eyesight, Fubuki spun around ready for a conflict.

Nobody was there. Just a cold breeze that sent shivers down his spine. Paranoia was getting to him, and the weird events of today weren't helping. Fubuki turned back around to continue when he saw it, plain as a day. There was a deer, standing in one of the mirrors where his reflection should be. Just like what he thought he saw in the reflection of his computer screen earlier today. Fubuki approached the mirror, but as he reached out to touch it, the deer smiled. A toothy grin with a mouth full of fangs, dripping with blood.

With a swift kick, Fubuki shattered it, glass spilling onto the ground. The pieces showing many broken reflections of the shaken man, but no deer.

"Hey, what's going on back here?!"

An elderly gentleman yelled into the alley from his back door. Fubuki scrambled away before he could be noticed and surrendered his shortcut the moment he could get back on the main road back to campus. That would be enough mirrors for today.


Returning to campus, Fubuki rushed into the building and up the stairs to his next lecture, making it with seconds to spare. He took his seat, pulled out his computer, and began to inspect it for any oddities or deer reflections before turning it on.

Fubuki could hardly focus, the image of that deer stuck in his head. The grotesque smile, the predatory gaze, dye it red and have it stand on two legs and it would look like western depictions of the devil. Devil? Like the dream. What on earth did I make a deal with? What does it want from me?"

Crack

The teacher had smacked a ruler into his desk. "Mr. Hanzai, are you with us?" The class turned to look at him, and some immediately looked away again knowing his reputation. Fubuki froze, trying the remember if he was being asked a question prior to the sound of the ruler. "Mr. Hanzai?!"

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I'm with you."
@Baphomini

Ah, suppose I should have checked their status. Thanks man.
@EchoWolff

Any ETA on the next gm post? Don't mean to be pushy but with only having 2 posts per person, and no character meetups, this seems like an odd time to have 4 days with no gm interaction.

Once again, not trying to be badgering, just concerned about the first game I join after returning dying this quickly.




Chilling winds blew through Fubuki's hair as he proceeded to his first class.

Is it that time of year already? Fubuki was certain it wasn't, and the other students weren't reacting to it despite their lighter clothing. Besides, he wasn't one to really be affected by the cold anyways so maybe he was just getting sick. Fubuki hoped not, as medicine could be expensive, and tried his best to ignore it.

Czzch. Czzch.

As Fubuki was attempting to take notes in class, his computer started to glitch and make an annoying static noise before shutting off entirely. Staring back at him was the reflection of a deer, perfectly still as if caught in headlights. Fubuki was also still, wondering if a virus was infecting his computer somehow.

"And that'll be all today class. Be sure to have your write-up available by our next lecture."

Pulled out of the trance, Fubuki looked up and then back down to his computer back on as if nothing happened. He quickly checked his files to make sure nothing was corrupted before packing up and leaving the room. Fubuki decided to find a quiet place to relax before his next class as the possibility of needing to fix his computer and himself was stressing him out. He found himself at the benches at the entrance to campus. Most students lived on campus, or would have already arrived for early classes, so this place often had very little foot traffic to speak of.
@EchoWolff

Cool, wanted to make sure that I wasn't supposed to be progressing that out somehow.
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