Rekaigan

Ebonfort

Now that Alya's RP is finished, did anyone want to start one with me? Using Megumi or Alya~

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

Woohoo~

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

Alya quietly and obediently followed, by the time they had reached the cabin on the edge of the village, she had already let the pup down from her arms, as they were getting tired from carrying it. The pup followed close behind Alya's footsteps, sometimes weaving between her legs, which didn't seem to bother her too much, she found it to be rather endearing. She looked at the cabin and wondered why they weren't going into it, but she figured it out when Lyle brought out a long cut of smoked meat. She followed him over to the stump.

Hunting? She wasn't sure if she was physically capable of even throwing a rock, let alone shooting a bow. Her clumsiness and absent-minded nature would just mess everything up. No, I must do this. She thought with a flame a determination flickering within herself. She signed the contract and took on a wolf pup, and she dragged Lyle into it... Or rather he dragged himself into it... In any case, she needed to pull her weight. She nodded in understanding as she took the meat. She sat down on the stump as Lyle went into his cabin, feeding the pup the smoked meat, which it ate happily.

As Lyle spoke, as he made the mixture, she began to take mental notes of what was needed. She watched him stitch himself up, applying the rags to his wounds after doing so. When he handed her the rags and the needle and thread, she attempted to copy what Lyle had done. Cleaning her wounds caused her to flinch slightly, as the mixture cause a sharp pain, followed by a slight burning sensation, but she continued with her task. Her needle skills had always been quite sub-par, but this was even more difficult, because she had to... 'stab' herself with a needle. Fortunately, she was a quick learner, figuring out how to knot the thread at the end after a few painful attempts. She applied the bandages to her stitched wounds, it was messy, but it worked.

His questions made her think of things that she hadn't thought of yet. The name of the pup? She couldn't think of one right now. Building a shelter? That sounded 'fun'. She didn't know how to answer his questions since she didn't have any way of telling him, but she'll get around to it at some point. As she spent the rest of the day learning a multitude of things from Lyle, she had become very exhausted. Mentally and physically. She gave Lyle a very tired looking bow, a deep bow of gratitude. As she slowly walked toward the cabin, the wolf pup followed close behind. Wolf Mother? It was an amusing nickname, but appropriate now. She smiled at the thought as she tucked herself into the bed, the pup curling up at her side.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Sorry I haven't posted anything past my first post. I'm having a little bit of writers block.. So inconvenient >.<

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

She took the contract in one of her hands, having to lean slightly to actually take it, since she was still cradling the pup in her arms. She realized that the Knights weren't as murderous as she had initially thought and that they were able to negotiate things like this. Nonetheless, she wondered if these kinds of situations ever unfold in an unfortunate way. The thoughts were quickly let go as her mind shifted back to it's usual state of calm. She nodded in understanding as the Knight spoke to her and Lyle. She had no intention of selling or trading this wolf pup, but if it was to express such a request, she would release it. However, she felt that it wouldn't happen any time soon.

She smiled back at Lyle. She understood that her choices of action were quite poor, but she felt that she had done the right thing and it seemed as though the man agreed.

She briefly watched the Knights as they cleaned up the carnage, she hadn't let the pup out of her arms this whole time, but it seemed like it didn't mind it anymore. It had stopped squirming and quietly rested in her arms. She looked back to Lyle and nodded in agreement. Her clothes were torn, she had a few scratches and cuts here and there, but it was nothing too serious. Taking care of this pup was now top priority. Taking care of it was going to be a challenge, but it was something that she was willing to take on.

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

She calmed significantly as she listened to the exchange between the men, it seems as thought they had reached an agreement. She knew that the drunkard was sentenced to death, but she didn't think that they were going to execute him there and then. The moment was like a breeze, sudden and quick. She didn't have time to react to the beheading before being greeted with a piece of parchment, "So do you accept?" She read it for a moment, the pup still in her arms. She mustered the strength in one of her arms to hold the pup as she attempted to sign the contract with her other hand. The whole ordeal was quite 'untidy', some ink spilling onto the grass as she hastily dipped the quill into it, a few drops of ink splattering onto the contract as she lifted the quill over it. But she was able to sign the contract without too many problems, save for her arm that was holding onto the pup.

After handing the quill back to the man, she smiled, hugging the pup. She knew that it was going to be difficult to raise a wild animal, but at least she was able to save it. She bowed low to the knights thankfully. Furthermore, she felt that she owed quite a lot to the man that had helped her. What was his name?

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

She winced in pain as the sharp claws scratched into her skin, tearing parts of her clothing, her own blood seeping into her clothes. But she persevered, holding the pup closer to herself, patting it as she tried to calm it down. She let out a soft Ssh.. sound, as you would for a crying infant, hoping it would work. She wished that she had her flute. She remembered one incident a few years ago, when she calmed down an aggravated dog with her music, but this knowledge was useless in the present.

Her mind was quite focused on the pup as she tried to think of ways to calm it down. But something caught her attention. Her eyes flicked over to the Ebon Knight as he spoke, only to hear "It is a threat. It must be put down." She felt a strong emotion well up inside of her. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt before, but she could tell what it was. Anger. It didn't do anything wrong! She wanted to scream. If anyone was to be punished, it should be the person who locked it up in the first place. She grimaced at her own disability. She hadn't realized that it was something that could make her so... helpless. All of these emotions were new to her and it made her extremely uncomfortable, because it wasn't like her to be this way.

She slowly stood up, backing away from the pair of men whom had just finished speaking, her arms cradling the squirming pup. She glared at the knight, an expression that she had never used before. She trusted these people, but now they just looked like murderers to her.

When the Fog Breaks [Ebonfort RP]

During her panic, searching and the eventual release of the pup, she hadn't noticed what had happened to the man who was helping her. But what she did know was that there was a large dire wolf, growling at her. She recoiled when she saw the wolf, but calmed significantly when the wolf had relaxed. She followed the wolves out the door, stopping just outside the house. She smiled at the man next to her, nodding, indicating that she was fine. She was glad that the family was back together.

As the fog cleared, and the sun rose, she watched as the wolves slowly retreated. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard something creak and snap. Like the strum of a string. She didn't know what it was until a moment later. The large wolves had fallen over, their blood soaking the grass on which they laid. Her mind had tunnel visioned, she didn't even notice the arrow that had slammed near her, or rather, she didn't care. She bolted toward the dead wolves, hoping that the pup was okay. What will you do when you get there? She thought to herself. She didn't know the answer, but she figured that the answer would come to her when she got there, assuming she wasn't shot down. She ran, her feet unhindered by the slightly uneven ground.

She reached the wolves before the soldier did, only because the soldier was moving slowly. Maybe even cautiously. She heard whimpering from behind one of the bodies. There she saw the pup, it's fur matted in thick blood. She gently picked it up, embracing it in a very comforting way. Her clothes soaking the blood that was on the pup and around her. It seems that a proper answer hadn't come to her, but she felt that her instinctive actions were good enough.

Ebonfort

Candy.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Taking advantage of the early morning, Orran had decided to take a light stroll around the outer ring. A small, spherical drone followed close behind him like a duckling would their mother, bobbing up and down as it followed the young Magus. The fresh air was quite pleasant for him, since he had spent the majority of his sleepless night in his workshop working on his newest project that his parents had assigned to him. Developing a security system that was better than the current was a difficult thing. His parents had this mentality, often saying 'Improve on what's not broken'. Rather than a security system, maybe he should develop a device that would monitor an individual's bodily health? Both inventions were meant to protect people or rather, help them live longer. Upon further thought on the monitor, he figured it might be a good idea to bring it up with his Uncle Duncan to see if he thought it'd be a good idea. However, the plan to implement it might be a little extravagant and it might end up being an exclusive item for everyone in the inner circle, which is not what he intended. Not that it's within his control.

For now he figured he'd just sit on the idea for a little while, maybe write it down. Breaking from his thoughts, he realized that the early morning wasn't as busy as he thought it would be, but than again, the sun had only just started to rise.