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Current As someone else mentioned, the site seems to be in a bit of a lull - slow. I've been here more than 10 years and slow times like this are pretty far and few between.
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~Gay, polyamorous, I have a partner, and been playing games since I was 2 years old!~

"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." -Oscar Wilde

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Sorry if I'm slow to post. I'll do it tonight or tomorrow probably, but I'm sickies. =(

[♪] The day started off as expected, desert winds gently blowing against them all as the heat bared down on the group, though sooner than Nanami expected they had come across a tomb of sorts that instantly sparked the woman's interest. She knew she had a job to do though and followed the tactics her father gave to her without hesitation, her mind locking into a mindset meant for battle. At first, Nanami was a tad too focused on possible attacks to really drink in the scene before them, but it slowly melted away as Jing realized there was no danger. It was then that Nanami really got a whiff of the blood and coughed softly as she tightened her scarf around her mouth, trying her best to guard against the stench.

Of course people never reacted kindly to scenes like this and only particular mindsets and personalities were dispositioned to take it in stride, but Nanami felt she was more of the middle-ground. While she didn't crawl away and gag at the sight, neither was she completely ignorant of what it was - especially since she could hear the subtle, sad song of life passing away still clinging to their bodies. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to that. Her father barked out orders to search for clues though while some of the others stood watch before everyone scrambled to do their assigned tasks. For a moment or two, Nanami just stood, scanning the scene as she had a special talent for noticing small details often overlooked.

Before long however, there was something that seemed out of place among the limbs, the blood, and the dead - a parchment, or rather a string of parchments woven into a book of sorts. Carefully stepping over splotches of blood and body parts, she bend over and picked it up, waving it in the air a little, though most of the blood had dried by now and was mostly only clinging to the outside. 'What have we here?' she thought to herself as she flipped through the pages, reading carefully. After several moments, her eyes seemed to dart up ahead and then back to the book a few times, only followed by the sudden snap of it closing.

Nanami removed her scarf, letting out a sharp cough and small gag to the smell before clearing her throat. "There's also a journal here," she announced, tucking it under her arm for now as she tried her best to examine any details of the tomb. "It's about two days old... but it seems Sir Frances Darkwing was trying to solve a puzzle of some sort - driving the men to run their supplies low. Something written about being watched, which is probably whoever.. or whatever attacked them." She shifted, stepping over the bodies as she walked towards the entrance going deeper. She seemed to ponder for several moments. "I just wonder what it was that they were after... but I have a suspicion that Sir Frances Darkwing may still be alive, or at least made it deeper in..."

She gave her father a glance and pursed her lips. She trusted her father that he knew what he was doing, but what horrors waited them inside? Nanami had her own experiences with old world ruins and it wasn't the most pleasant thing - something she had not fully revealed to her own father, mostly because of his overprotective nature, but they could certainly house very dangerous things in them. And powerful things. She could only imagine if something like that was here and got into the wrong hands. The thought made her shiver.
@Arthanus Sorry, forewarning - I was busy today and have errands tomorrow so I won't get a post until tomorrow evening. Not much I can do about it.
@Arthanus - I went to a Easter social today and my girlfriend is over for the next three days! So it's going great! ^-^
@Arthanus - I'm for moving on, more or less because Nanami isn't really interacting with anyone ATM.
I'm really enjoying this role-play and reading all the posts! ^-^

Interacting with: @ShwiggityShwah (Pox), @Arthanus (Stephan)

[♪] 'Mistress?' She couldn't help but smile slightly, though she never truly considered herself in a position of the title, despite enjoying being called princess. "I would be glad to, Master Pox," she said cheerfully before nodding and letting the man dismiss himself, watching as he tended to the others in his own way. Taking a gentle swing of her water skin, she too quickly noticed the soft humming coming from Yui and nearly froze as her entire world seemed to focus on it. Ever since unlocking her magic, she had a heightened sense for music, even a simple hum and felt shivers travel down her spine. Not to mention it was a soothing and enjoyable tune, she had her doubts that the others 'felt' it in much the same way she did.

Her thoughts were cut off prematurely though as she heard a familiar voice and turned to see Stephan, apple in hand, with a smug gleam in his eyes. His tone was a bit unusual however, cutting off the edge of his usual mocking. "Well enough, Stephan, but you know I've been here once or twice before on my own journeys..." She paused, looking over as supper was being served and gave a soft smile to Stephan. Even if he mocked her, she was generally polite to the mercenary. "Though I'll admit, I much prefer the cold. Shall we?" She felt no need asking him how he was holding up, sure he was fine and instead gestured to the meal being handed out.

Before long, the heat turned into a surprising chill and a campfire was struck, giving her father a chance to retell old stories once more. Some of the newer members in particular probably had not heard them all, but Nanami was familiar with most of them, having grown up with him her whole life. Still, she choose not to isolate herself and stayed around the fire as she ate and eventually slide against the rock and simply listened. Though she did seem to be in a tad of a haze, almost as if listening to something other than words and looking into the night sky. Nanami never fully relaxed though, not when out with the group - the only time that happened was back home in comfortable surroundings.
@RoccanIronclad - Congrats! ^-^

[♪] Nanami had prepared for the journey into the sand storms, seeing had been here a few times now, though Jing had been disapproving of her first trip by herself. It paid off either way, allowing her father to stubbornly agree to her recruitment and now she was eagerly waiting a time where the group would find clues and puzzles to a lost world. Though she had her normal tailored armor, she had wrapped it in more layers to guard against whipping winds and to keep her body cooler, sporting a large brimmed hat and a scarf to cover most of her face. Was it fancy? For desert garb, yes, though far more practical in make. Nanami did have a habit of dressing nice, which in turn resulted in Stephan often and mockingly calling her 'princess'. Though she usually didn't let it bother her, she was miffed to some degree, especially since she actually enjoyed the nickname - if used properly.

Either way, she was more focused on a journal she had brought than the current bet over a man's life. While she didn't find it particularly offensive, neither was she the type to indulge in bets of any kind, let alone if someone was still breathing or not. Her eyes flickered over the camp for a moment, listening as she causally skimmed her notes. She had joined the company for six months now, though this was by far her longest assignment, but she still didn't know the others on a personal level. In a way, she felt like she could relate to Gwen, if only a tad bit. The two hadn't even really talked in depth, but she was aware that there was certainly something between Gwen and her father.

Regardless, she was a bit of a bookworm compared to many of the other mercenaries and spent her time researching or jotting down notes. Nanami did try from time to time to engage, but bets? She didn't have much to offer. Still, "I simply hope there are survivors of some sort..." With a pause followed by a sigh, "but on the more likely note there are none, I do hope there are some relics of the past." She slowly closed her journal by now and tucked it away in her belt and wandered over to the gourd and refilled her skin, nodding a thanks to Pox. "My thanks, Master Pox." She had enjoyed returning the man's over-polite nature, which of course, only gave Stephan more fuel to mock her but she didn't mind.
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