How many players were you considering before throwing together an OOC? Also, will we be making a Discord for this RP?
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I think it is rather amazing how you posted this, right after I began watching My Hero Academia. I've been wanting an RP like this! I'm interested in joining.
Inori raised a brow at the feline warrior, once he exchanged a calm posture for aggression. Though Korvash had attempted to keep his anger in check, as Inori so often instructed, the brute reached for his sword with a loud growl. Indeed, the orc's large, green hand fell onto the hilt of his massive blade, with fingers tightly wrapping themselves around a worn handle. "Enough!" Inori exclaimed, swiping a small, clawed hand across the night air. Red, crimson energy circled the appendage, a reflection of what had come to pass with Inori's motion of flamboyance, previously. Differences rested within the color. Where blue had maintained its shape, this was the first time azure mist had given way for its crimson sister.
From beneath their feet, ethereal chains red as blood manifested in an aggressive manner, before wrapping themselves around Korvash's arm, locking it in place, and prevented him from drawing the sword at his hip. "Inori!" Korvash exclaimed, looking down at the creature who appeared to have had enough, the expression on Inori's face one lacking in amusement.
"Cease your pleas, Korvash," Inori frowned, clenching his fist. The chains would then proceed to squeeze the orc's arm further, and began pulling it further away from the sword as if hell had allowed for Inori to borrow demonic links of torment. However, despite their appearance, Korvash did not scream, which indicated that they simply restrained him. They did not cause harm. "Threats are highly unsightly," Inori continued, turning his attention to Cade, "and childish," he finished. "I would have hoped you above such mortal trivialities." Once more shifting his attention back to Korvash, the demon's eyes narrowed into a deathly gaze. "Will social interaction maintain inconvenience with you at my side, Korvash?" At the demon's words, crimson chains slithered up the orc's body, wrapping themselves around limbs and throat, where they continued to tighten by the second. Perhaps the source of this orc's obedience was making itself known, at this moment.
"Ngh..!" Korvash growled, struggling against the chains, but merely found them tighten, further. "F-fine!" The orc pleaded. After a moment of lingering silence from Inori, the demon finally allowed for his spell to end, chains shifting into crimson sand dancing on a passing breeze. It left the orc out of breath, with beady eyes fixed on his smaller companion. "Das'it! I ain't gonna' deal with this shit no'mo'!" Turning on his heel, the orc began to trod away, heavy steps crushing twigs and leaves in his wake. "Find another slave, Inori!" Korvash called out, before marching off into the darkness. It did not take long before he had been swallowed by the night, and vanished from sight.
Rolling his eyes, the demon turned back to Ayita, and Cade. The demon's gaze lingered, however, as he met Cade. "Don't make childish outbursts a habit," Inori stated, and then fixed his attention on the human. She was the epicenter of this commotion. The nexus of this chaos. Though, Inori would be lying if he found discomfort in it. It was rather.., entertaining, despite his annoyance towards these mortal reactions. Dancing monkeys, the lot of them. "Back on track..," Inori sighed, answering the woman's question. "You will find your power, in time. It is not possible for us to deduce what you are able to do, but the stories speak of humans with dominantly elemental abilities." The demonic boy tapped his chin, analyzing the woman. He appeared vastly unaffected by Korvash's decision to vacate the group, and scarcely even acknowledged the fact that the orc had been among them, a mere few seconds earlier. "Whether you are able to conjure fire from your palms, move the earth, or will air into a tempest of gales, the answer will come to you." Crossing his arms, Inori considered the situation for a brief moment, before continuing. "Most magic manifests itself in reaction to trauma," he grinned, that unsettling, mischevious smirk making itself known on his features once more, "and danger.., will be abundant."
"Oy, Inori! This ain't good!" Korvash spoke, breaking his silence. "She ain't s'posed t'be ere'!" He continued, pointing a long, green finger at the woman. There was truth in what the orc was saying. She was not supposed to be in Avalia, and her presence acted as if a beacon for impending devastation, in either one direction, or the other. "Th'Lich gon'find us, n'kill us, y'hear!?" Korvash exclaimed, a sense of worry washing over him. A worried orc. It was a sight most would likely consider an oddity.
However, a laid back demon was not. Immortal, relaxed, and never chasing the passing of time, demons stood beyond the concept of aging, which left them quite arrogant. Many of these creatures often discarded danger altogether, because they assumed themselves above such trivialities. Though, this unexpected development had managed to pull Inori out of his nonchalant state. He was not invincible. Nothing was, not even a demon. It would be foolish for the young, demonic entity to consider the situation one which he could simply brush away, as he now stood face to face with a human. Her presence was if a call to action. Perhaps killing her where she stood would end a conflict before it began, but the thought in itself was enough to bring a chuckle to Inori's lips. Rather, his lack of lips. Reptilian snouts left little to the imagination. "Calm yourself." Inori stated, his crimson gaze meeting Korvash, before it shifted to this new arrival. To the human. With a pair of dainty arms folding themselves across Inori's chest, the demon took a moment to analyze this woman. She was reminiscent of a forest elf, and carried herself with grace. Indeed, it was as if staring at a painting which depicted mere stories of a past long since gone. Be that as it may, here she was, in the flesh.
"It is dangerous..," Inori began, tapping a slender claw against his chin. There was some entertainment to be found in the coming conflict. Of that, he was sure. The main issue which kept clinging to his mind was a reunion with his father, and sister. That was a scenario he would rather avoid. "Because a creature of bones aspires for total dominion." The demon wiggled his claws slightly, blue energy slithering between their motion, as a display of flamboyance when the boy spoke. "His name is Aklenroth. You might hear of the 'Lich King', the 'Dark Lord', or my personal favorite..," Inori cleared his throat, a hand gently placed against his snout. "Bone Daddy." He finished, causing Korvash to stifle a chuckle.
Inori continued, lowering his hands to a slender waist where they rested. "Reasons are for those with desires. Aklenroth is simply..," the demon explained, taking a moment to find appropriate words, "in love with power." Tapping a small foot against the ground as he considered the situation, Inori eventually spoke, once more. "I would assume he was mortal, once upon a time." The demon's eyes, glowing bright red beneath the moonlight, met the human's in a shared exchange. "I imagine the fist of time quite a daunting prospect. A man who managed to escape it would likely.., maintain that escape, as long as possible."
The orc was soon to offer his own opinion on the matter. "Eh, n'we never said we'd help," Korvash pitched in, grunting. "Kitty'll help, no'uss."
Raising his hand, Inori motioned for the orc to fall silent. It was not a rough, or even unkind action, but rather, one which indicated that the demonic boy had fallen into deep thought. Would they let this woman roam Avalia on her own, with a cat? It seemed somewhat reckless to abandon the one thing which caused Aklenroth's bones to ache. Perhaps there was a story to be written, with Inori upon the pages, after all. "It would be in poor taste to leave a lovely madame such as yourself to her fate, in a foreign world." Inori uttered, extending his hand towards the human, "thought against my better judgment, I will yield to the obligation presented. Aiding a fair maid is simply.., orthodox." The demon finished, revealing a soft smirk, revealing his glimmering teeth.
So far, the exchange had been civil. Korvash appeared to have settled somewhat, at Inori's behest. The demonic boy had no control over the beast following him, through any magical means. However, his presence did demand some level of authority, which Korvash either feared, or respected. It was clearly one or the other. Perhaps both. Though the adorable sight of a small, four-foot demon sitting on a floating blue spear could have been considered endearing, if odd, Inori had his moments where the demon within truly shone through. Despite this, he appeared to put a notable emphasis on behavior. His regal standing, the way he chewed his food and demanded manners from the orc would all hint towards something beyond what he claimed to be. Something notably other than a wanderer, as Inori had presented himself. He could attempt to hide his past, and he could most certainly attempt to escape it, but Inori's every action was draped by an aura of aristocracy, whether he attempted the display or not.
The demonic boy's crimson gaze maintained a fixed glare at their new guest. Once again, his calm demeanor took center stage, and with one leg over the other where he sat, Inori offered a dainty wave. However, it was soon revealed that this new guest, this new arrival, was quite peculiar. Her appearance, her standing, and her very presence screamed with a most unnatural tune. Enough so for Inori's crimson eyes to widen in what appeared to have been shocked anticipation, which was soon replaced by an excited grin. "Of course..," Inori stated, a small chuckle escaping his maw. "That's what it was..," he continued. The spear beneath him vanished in a wind of azure sand, landing the demon on his feet where he turned towards their new guest, eyeing her as if a spectacle. "He ended your kind." Inori stated, almost a whisper, as another step brought him closer to the woman presenting herself as Ayita. "The magical surge, the shift in atmosphere. The.., unnatural presence lingering like a blanket crossing the night sky," Inori pointed a clawed finger forth, the appendage glimmering beneath glaring moonlight. "You are a human." Inori stated, followed by a string of laughter. He knew what this meant. "Another attempt has been made, then," the demon smirked, "Ayita Ani’-Wa’Ya. Welcome to Avalia. I do hope.., you enjoy your stay." Inori finished, with a wide smirk. The stage had been set. Someone had brought humans back into Avalia. The last time they had made themselves known upon this very soil, was long before Inori's birth. The Lich had killed them all, and now, they were back. Someone was undoubtedly preparing to fight back, surely. Inori could still recall serving that beast of an undead, and the thought sent chills down Inori's spine. This all left a question which continued to simmer within his mind. Was he going to join this upcoming battle?
"Bah, trust ain't comin' from'ere, neither!" Korvash returned, a frown creasing its way across the brute's face. Inori contrasted this with a somewhat amused expression. Watching two 'lesser' beings interact was always an entertaining endeavor. As if a theatrical display by the less fortunate, those born beneath a lesser shroud. One could not blame Inori for this approach, as every demon shared his view. In fact, Inori could very well be considered tame, in this regard. He actually interacted with these entities and presented himself as an equal in regards to social interaction. He was not upfront about the most common trope among demons. Arrogance.
"That's quite enough, Korvash," Inori pitched in, his small claws gently tapping the spear, where he sat, each motion leaving a lingering clang. Indeed, though ghostly in appearance, Inori's manifestations appeared very much real. Such was the nature of an Ethereal Weaver, as he would describe himself. Of course, if there was a more official title to offer this conjurer of ghostly spectacles, he was more than willing to hear it. "Even orcs ought to welcome a guest, vacant of hostility." Turning his crimson gaze towards Korvash, Inori's unnaturally large eyes, glimmering with the very hellfire which burned within his kind, there was a split second of intimidation which overshadowed the creature's every other feature. "It is unsightly," Inori stated, his voice calm, cold, and calculated. Onlookers would perhaps draw the conclusion that a tiny creature had just managed to stare down an orc, and such an outrageous claim found itself more truthful than expected. Korvash clenched his teeth, and looked away, avoiding the abyssal pits of what could only be eternal torment, within the demonic boy's visage.
This did not last, however, as the magical entity turned to Cadence with his usual, soft smile. What had transpired between Inori and Korvash appeared lost in the wind, as if the creature discarded it moments later. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cade of a Thunderstorm," the demon's smile gave way for an even more usual expression. His playful grin. "Quite the lofty title, if I am to present a personal view, on the matter." With a claw moving to gently tap the demon's chin, Inori leaned back on his spear, enjoying the comfort of where he sat. It was not a common sight, by any measure, seeing someone pleasantly relaxing atop a floating weapon, but in a world so seriously strange, nothing could be taken for granted. This, naturally, brought Inori's thoughts back to the surge of magical energy he had felt, before. However, this man, Cadence, could not possibly have been the cause. The mere notion was laughable. What Inori had felt was beyond the demon, and by proxy, far beyond any other creature with the exception of an incredibly powerful fairy, or elf mage, neither of which appeared plausible. Was it the Lich? Unlikely. It did not feel like chilling, all-consuming darkness.
Eventually discarding these thoughts, the demon narrowed his eyes as the view of this feline creature lingered. "I am Inori, a simple wanderer." Though not a complete lie, Inori was not going to delve deeper. A wanderer and monster hunter, was exactly what his life had devolved to, and his past was irrelevant for social circumstances. "This is Korvash," the demon offered a soft wave to his side, presenting the orc who huffed, in response.
Throughout their conversation, silence had once more swept over the forest. which elevated the snapping of a twig. Inori shifted his gaze towards the sound, the demonic boy's claws gently wrapping themselves around the spear he was sitting on. Another guest? He was growing popular.
Ask, and you shall receive. It was a saying Inori had come across, before. Where silence had previously lingered across a still, barely moving forest, a piercing 'Hello' cut both Inori and Korvash out of their relaxed state. With a large, brutish hand falling to the hilt of an adequately sized sword, Korvash jolted to his feet with the grace of a bull. Inori, in contrast, gently floated to his feet, the comfortable and refined shoes he wore quietly padding onto branches and leaves beneath. Where a spear had previously acted as little more than a chair, in the pursuit of comfort, the manifestation soon vanished. Rather, another collection of magical creations formed themselves into existence. Three spears glimmered beyond Inori's shape, each one gently floating in place, awaiting the order for an aggressive launch, as if arrows knocked onto a bow. With starlit energy snaking its way across the demon's slender, clawed fingers, Inori squinted into the forest. Indeed, he was a creature of darkness, but his ability to see through such blackness was lacking. He was, after all, neither a cat, nor a vampire.
"Oy'!" Korvash shouted, swinging his large blade in an arc, the edge cutting through air with heavy motions. "Getchurself' out ere'!" Came another exclamation from the beast.
"Now, now, Korvash," Inori spoke, his melodic, dainty tone a perfect contrast. "It's just a cat," the demon continued. He lowered his hand, where magically manifested weapons hovering at his side vanished in turn, as if azure sand in the wind. "Not a gnoll," he finished, a row of sharp teeth making themselves known through the demon boy's grin.
"Ugh," Korvash groaned, hulking closer to his partner, before sheathing his sword. For him, as well, the cat was now visible through shrubbery and tree shafts. "Why!?" The orc asked, louder than he first intended. "Could be a spy for em' hyenuss'!"
Raising a brow at the brute, Inori managed a soft sigh, before his attention shifted towards their newly approaching guest. "Oh, yes," the demon chuckled, "gnolls leaning towards the eyes of a cat. How the world has changed..," Inori smirked, a joke escaping his snout, accompanied by a quiet chuckle. "What will come next? Elves of the sun, serving golden wine to orcs?"
"Y'joke, Inori! But I'dun' trust'm!" Korvash barked, pointing into the forest where he saw the intruder. A cat, indeed, or rather, a demi-human. Someone combined with the grace of a feline, with fur stretching along a toned body. Upon his back, he wore a halberd, undoubtedly heavy and unwieldy for someone like Inori. However, even Korvash the orc would have to concede to a simple fact. This creature did not appear to mean them harm. "Whut's yr'name!?" Korvash continued, his dark eyes fixed on the new arrival.
"Come, sit, have some jerky," Inori pitched in, once more conjuring forth his chair in the shape of a floating spear. "Rest your weary paws, eh?" Shark-like teeth presented themselves in the demonic boy's lingering grin.
With a thickening forest stretching its way across the distance, Inori managed a small huff. He was not one for long hikes, and tended towards a more lazy approach. However, he had avoided flashy presentations in a most dangerous surrounding. There was, after all, a risk of ambush, especially considering Inori, himself. He glowed in the light, like a beacon of attention. Where some would consider the sight an intimidating display, bombastic and colorful, others could very well register a snack. Whether to their demise or Inori's own, was an outcome he would rather avoid calculating. "Korvash, we'll get ambushed in this darkness." Inori offered. With a dainty motion of his hands, glimmering blue light, like a starlit sky surrounded the demon's clawed fingers. It was matched by a shimmering mist which appeared behind Inori's slender frame. A long, blue spear clearly magical in nature, ethereal and ghostly, carried the demon's weight as he softly dropped onto it where the conjured weapon floated.
"Y'lazy, Inori!" Korvash laughed, grinning at the small demon, his tusks barely visible in the night. "Let'm ambush! S'how orcs says ay'!"
Raising a brow at the brute, Inori appeared unable to hide his growing grin, those shark-like teeth, as if razors within the demon's maw, were like diamonds in the moonlight. "An entertaining development, but..," Inori spoke, his short, slender legs lazily swaying where he sat, "that magical surge shouldn't go ignored."
"Was just a rumble!" Korvash stated with a snark. "Little demon boy scared, eh?"
Though a short pause lingered between Inori and Korvash, the Demonic creature eventually tilted his head. "You should be," came a response. "What I felt was.., odd."
"Blagh, magic's fucked up, demon boy." Korvash returned, sitting down on the ground with a heavy thud. He rummaged through his traveler's bag, and produced a gathering of jerky, one of which he tossed to the demon. "Less'ope we get ambushed. Tis' fuckin' borin', sittin' here like this."
Biting into his jerky, those sharp teeth easily tearing into dried meat, Inori chuckled, his melodic voice a soft, lingering tune. "Well, then. Scream very loudly, and draw your sword. I hear gnolls tend to come rushing after mad orcs."
Loud laughter echoed through the beast, and he proceeded to lean against a tree. "Lemme' finish m'jerky, and we'll fucking go!"
A small, blue and clearly annoyed creature sat with crimson eyes fixed on a fellow bar patron. Wooden chairs carried their frames, where one was creaking due to the weight of an intruding orc, and another maintaining its shape beneath the nearly weightless body of a demonic entity. With a tail slowly swaying from one side to the other, a large mug of what could only have been ale was brought to a reptilian snout, before a long, blue tongue traced its way across the same mouth, with a huff. "I ain't lyin'!" Came a loud statement, an affirmation, from the orc who appeared to be sharing a moment's discussion with the creature in front of him. "I grabbed it by the neck, see?" A green, muscular, clenched fist simulated the event, "and I..," the orc tried before he was cut off.
"Tore its head off." The less than impressed expression retaining a lingering presence upon the demon's features made no effort in vacating his visage. Rather, two unnaturally large, red eyes were fixed on the orc, with another sip of the mug leaving a small trail on the creature's reptilian snout. Once again wiped off by that very same, pointy blue tongue.
"Inori!" The orc raised his voice, "y'gotta' believe me! Shit got intense!" he tried.
"Then where's our money?" The demon, now revealed to be named Inori, returned with a sigh. It had been a rather rough week of monster hunting. Better explained as a week without monster hunting. Villagers would often pay a mere pittance for the removal of goblinoid creatures, and other pests from their lands, but when it involved bigger game, a hunter would need to seek the grand cityscape of Roshmi. "Because from where I'm sitting, dearest Korvash, you don't have.., our money." Inori finished, raising a brow. Despite his miniscule and adorable appearance, the demon was capable of quite unnerving expressions when he was less than satisfied.
"Another hunter stole it! I keeps' tellin' ya'!" Korvash pleaded, downing his drink, a large flagon of mead. "We should find'm, n'kill'm!"
After a short pause, Inori turned his attention to the bulletin board. There was one in most taverns, and upon it was at one point several contracts, most of which had been taken down. The worst thing a hunter could experience was someone else claiming their prize, which was exactly what Korvash was spouting. If this was true or not, Inori was unsure. "Look," the demon squinted, seeing how the barkeep was walking towards the board with parchment in hand. After a moment's exchange, Inori and Korvash dashed away from where they had been sitting and leaped at the opportunity, where the orc tore it from place.
"Yus'!" Korvash exclaimed, before eying the possibility of wealth. "Oy!" The orc stated, showing his smaller companion the contract. "Pack o'fuckin' gnolls! We can take'm!"
"I always did hate those hyenas." Inori offered, his small, clawed fingers gently holding onto the contract which he then folded, and slipped into the leather shoulder bag he wore across his slender chest. "Thanks." Turning his attention to the tavern over, Inori raised his hand in a soft farewell, as he started towards the front door.
Nighttime, it was the best possible moment a demon could possibly enjoy. Indeed, this was clearly visible upon Inori's skin where it glimmered like a diamond beneath the moon's pleasant embrace. His hair was like a sea of stars, with two crystal-like horns making themselves known between starlit strands. Within the tavern, Inori looked like any other reptilian creature, but beneath the moonshine, he appeared quite dazzling, and most certainly beautiful. "We're leaving now?" The demon crossed his arms, before turning to Korvash who patted the hilt of a large sword positioned at his waist.
"Ye', ain't no time like now, eh?" Came a tusky grin from the massive eight feet of muscle known as an orc. As one might have suspected, their first meeting was one of aggression, and Inori was prepared to turn the large brute into a puddle of magical chaos. However, forced to rely on each other against a far stronger foe, an uneasy companionship would eventually elevate itself to a partnership. It was.., unexpected, to say the least, but a development, nonetheless.
"It should be right next to the sun elf village..," Inori sighed. He despised the sun elves, and their light-based magic. They were his complete opposite, in every way. "hopefully we don't run into any of those knife-eared radiants."
"Oy!" Korvash laughed, "y'got knoiff' ears too, y'know!" The creature swept an arm down, and picked up Inori with no effort displayed, in the slightest, before setting the small demon on his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Inori once more unfolded the contract which he had kept in his bag, and took a better look at the contents. He did not seem to mind that Korvash had simply picked the demonic creature up, nor that he was now sitting on an orc's shoulder. Perhaps it was due to a laid back attitude, or due to an unexpected friendship, but a combination of both was likely a reasonable assumption. Korvash managed a few steps, before a sudden quake rummaged its way across the ground, nearly knocking the brute over, and caused Inori to fall towards the hard concrete below. Luckily, the beastly man was quick enough to catch his partner before the demon grew closely acquainted with the surface. "Wha'!?" The orc exclaimed, looking down at Inori who appeared confused, more so than angry.
"What just happened?" The demon asked, before he was put back down on the ground, his eyes widening softly.
"Sorreh', mate! Almost tripped n'squished ye'!" Korvash chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
After a lingering silence, the frown on Inori's face made itself know, his crimson eyes meeting the dark pits above Korvash nose. "You didn't trip..," he finished, cryptic in his approach. There was a magical surge, and he felt it.
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