Rekaigan

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@Ambra
Still sick, but gettin' better. I'll write up my reply when I get back from classes today~

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@Ambra

Well, I'm going to say that Feriha wasn't there yet, but I edited my post accordingly~

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@Ambra

No, this is the first time I'm hearing about it.

EDIT: Well, now I see it. I seemed to have missed that >.<

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@VKAllen

Every time I see 'Airdan', I keep thinking of branded sports shoes..

RWBY : Shattered Future

Layla Semara

Everything was happening so quickly. One minute, everyone was enjoying the Vytal festival tournament and then next, all hell had broken loose. Grimm attacking Beacon, a mysterious woman stirring the chaos with her monologue. But what really bothered Layla, was Penny's existence. In the back of her mind, she knew about Penny. It's just that nothing added up at the time, nor did she investigate it. During her time at Beacon, her parents often sent her cheesy photos of their research back in Atlas. One of them went something like "We're working on a super secret project! I bet you wish you were here!", with a picture of her parents grinning in their lab coats.

Of course, being Atlas citizens, Layla had become acquainted with Penny to some degree during the festival. She knew something was odd about Penny. The way she spoke. The way she'd hiccup whenever she lied. The way her hands felt unnaturally... solid. 'A marvel of Atlas engineering', as her parents would say. She wondered how they were feeling now, since Penny was torn to pieces. Layla couldn't help but feel angry at the person on the speakers. It was as if she was blaming Layla's parents for all of this. They hadn't done anything wrong..

Not every Hunter and Huntress in Atlas were soldiers. Or at least, that's what she wanted to believe.

The ship's atmosphere was suffocating. Physically and mentally. Everyone on the ship, save for Vi, was visibly shaken by the events. She was more worried about Ig and Dalus, since she knew that they had been affiliated with the White Fang before... 'It must be nice to have such an indifferent outlook on everything.', she thought to herself as she glanced at Vi. Layla never understood the other girl. At first, she tried to be close friends with her, because 'girls gotta stick together', but she was just.. really really.. odd. Good teammate though.

Her gaze moved over to Dalus as he spoke,
'Hey. You three okay?'

"I'm.. alright." She responded in an equally hushed tone, but it was easy to hear the hesitation in her voice.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@VKAllen

Why would they? They're all just people to each other~

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Oswyn Ainsworth
Diver's Paradise

Just as Oswyn had started to mix his potions, there was a whole bunch of people shouting about whatever people in fear shouted about. Dead people? 'Oh no! Where's Timmy?!' He mocked inwardly. The deceased were none of his business, however when someone was shouting about someone's condition, he couldn't help but sigh.

There was one thing that his father had instilled in him as a child. "Alchemists are also like doctors, so try help people when you can." or at least it went something like that. Maybe it sounded more intelligent at the time, who knows, who cares.

Oswyn quickly finished up the concoction he was working on, before putting everything away again. Even stowing his stash back under the rock. He sighed as he got up and walked over to the Diver who was laying pale on the grass. He looked at the other man who was shouting earlier. "Move. I'm a 'doctor'." He said bluntly, his own clouded eyes locking firmly with the other man. His gaze moved to the incapacitated individual as he squatted next to him.

Fortunately, his father had actually given him some semblance of medical training. The alchemist checked the man's pulse and opened the man's shirt to find any visible wounds. The man's heart rate was low and fortunately, he didn't have much in terms of injury other than a few small cuts. Oswyn was pretty quick to give up on figuring out what was wrong with the guy, so he opted for a 'fix all or end all' solution.

Oswyn slipped one of the bottles from his belt, which was an especially tiny bottle compared to his other ones. He swirled the purple liquid around a little before taking the stopper out, 'This shit is so hard to make..', he thought with a frown on his face. He opened the man's mouth, carefully pouring a few drops down his throat. The 'doctor' got up quickly, stepping back as he closed the bottle again.

The man suddenly started screaming in anguish, his body starting to spasm uncontrollably as purple sparks jumped around the top of his skin. "W-w-what did you do to him?!" The able-bodied man shouted.
"Oh. Well, he'll be okay. His body is just repairing itself using his arcane circuits.." He explained in a nonchalant tone.
"In failing that, it'll try use his Ki. Which I don't think is likely. At worst, he'll be like this for about.. say two days and then die? At best, he should stop convulsing.. now.", as luck would have it, the man stopped convulsing, the colour returning to his skin and one of his eyes. The man gasped, his body covered in sweat, however he was still unconscious.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

Post up~

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

People are quite strange.

Especially those who lived in extravagance as the nobles did. She didn't understand how shiny round pieces of metal could make someone so powerful even though their bodies were so frail that they could die from tripping over a stick. For the past few years, Feriha had learned a lot about society, but also not very much. Squires would give her strange looks as she tended to the Raptors in the barracks stables. Whispering to each other as she spoke softly to the animals. "It's so pointless to talk to such dumb lizards", she would overhear every so often, statements which she largely ignored. One of the Raptor trainers had approached Feriha about this before, telling her that she didn't need to constantly talk to the beasts.
"Raptors are very social beings.", She had replied softly in a serious tone. And with that, the Raptor trainers gave up. There was more to beast taming than just subduing the beast. You needed to try your hardest to understand their emotions.

In the five or so years after leaving The Xacrines, there was one place that Feriha hadn't been to yet. A place far west, labelled 'Ecros' on the maps she found in the 'stacked paper' buildings.. or 'Library' as most referred to it as. After gathering the supplies she needed, she left Estiala on the back of her companion, Nur.

"It's going to be a long trip, Nur.", the tamer stated as they left the city. The raptor chirped in response. He liked long runs.

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The desert sun was quite unforgiving. It's scorching presence made their travels more difficult as they stopped under every isolated piece of shade to take a short rest from the heat. Feriha was glad that she had put a cloak on before entering the desert, her skin wasn't as seared as one might think.

It felt like an eternity, but they had finally made it to Ecros. Or at least she thought it was Ecros.. Her doubts on her location were cleared as she saw a sign saying 'Ecros'. How handy. The tamer hopped off her mount, guiding him to shade and a water trough. She took a good look at the other animals in the stable. A few good looking horses. It didn't look like they had been here for very long as they drank the water with insatiable thirst. She carefully inspected one of them; it seemed as though the owner didn't bother to dust the sand off it's coat and mane, how careless. However, she was feeling quite dehydrated, so taking care of someone else's horse will have to wait.

Upon entering the building with the two wooden doors.. which didn't seem like doors and more like a piece of fence. She quickly scanned the room. It seemed quite busy. Noisy would be an appropriate descriptor. However, the smell of blood wafted strongly as she entered. She didn't look for the source due to her thirst, thus she ignored the dead orc altogether. "I would like.. A large mug of water." She requested simply as she sat down on a stool in front of the bar, removing the hood from her head. As asked, she was given a tankard filled with water which she gulped down gratefully.

Feriha couldn't help but feel a little trapped here. All around this town was desert and the scorching sun. She didn't really want to go back outside anytime soon, but she didn't really like it in here. The smell was disgusting.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

>rekigan

Anyway, sorry! I'll have a post up soonish~