Mushi might have technically been fleeing, but she wasn't doing it at great speed. Surely everyone would be too busy being all grumpy to chase her, right? As soon as she rounded a few trees to put a little distance between her and the place, she had slowed down to a leisurely pace to enjoy her food. Only to spit out her first bite in shock as Mucu rounded her up at speed.
"Pwaaugh...! Mucu.. Sheesh, you scared me there, don't do that! It's bad for your patient's health and all." Mushi gasped out, fairly hypocritically, as she caught her breath.
"Hwuh, ah noht?" Mushi leaned in close to the note, blinking as she read it, slowly chewing another bite she had stuffed into her mouth the moment she had gotten an opportunity. She might have not liked it as much as the fluffy Erune, but she was still hungry.
After a quick gulp, Mushi gave a hearty wide smile, displaying fierce white teeth decorated with little veggie bits Mushi hadn't quite caught yet. "No worries, I wasn't gonna go far, just out of 'grim determination' range. I was gonna stay in earshot in case of trouble. Just getting a little fresh air." Mushi waved away the sword, and took herself a seat on a fallen limb from a tree.
However, danger quickly came to the pair as a new face on the block showed her self. "Oh come on! I can't catch a break today... Everyone with their stupid dangerous auras..." Mushi grumbled as she now grabbed her sword from Mucu.
"Libation Ignition Launch!" Mushi yelled as she twirled once building momentum while holding her still sheathed blade close to her. Suddenly she scooped it under Mucu, utilizing its massive flat side like a lever, and with an explosive blast, launched him skyward, aiming for him to land in a large shrubbery near Amanita's home, utilizing the fact that she hadn't run all that far. Hopefully he would be able to get help, and that would shake him out of things.
"Gooooh.... Oh gosh.. This shouldn't be that hard.. Am I out of shape? Have I gotten fat off all this rest?" That little display put Mushi out of breath, greedily sucking in air. She fretted about herself, plucking once at her tummy with her left hand while her right shoved her sheathed blade into the ground, letting the sheer weight of it dig it far enough into the soil that she could let go and it stood upright still.
Süne didn't visit proper civilization all that often. In a way, he was thankful for how Snowstep separated him from the town. Few would brush up close against the chilling mist that drifted off a Frallion. Not that sparse flows of people so early in the morning were truly a crowd. But it was still more than Süne's entire roving tribe. But so far from home, he needed somewhere else to resupply, and so to Toran he came.
He also needed somewhere to store all his paintings! His journey south to Toran had been long, but quite fruitful. Swallest, Soelbe, Yosoku and Leadro, Weddelbek, Omu, Amar, and Albion, his arrows of capture had caught them all. Only the Albion had evaded a single arrow, but even that small and nimble creature couldn't avoid the third. And well, once the creature was in his employ, he could have it sit still as long as he liked for a portrait. He had stored all his paintings as well as he could for the journey, but their number made keeping them safe quite a chore now.
Süne now looked for a bank or perhaps art gallery? He didn't really want to display his art to the world until he had finished his quest, but he wasn't sure how much it costed to have his paintings stored as securely as a bank would. But maybe the art gallery would also have those who specifically knew how to take care of paintings. A conundrum, surely. He'd probably have to talk to some people to figure it out.
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After storing away his paintings, ultimately at a bank, which apparently had a system in place for securely and safely shipping artifacts to a few other major cities. Süne wasn't sure how long he'd stay in the Toran area, so catching up later with his paintings in another area was something he was willing to pay a premium for.
However, on that note, he figured he might want to actually take the Rites a little more seriously. The logistical requirements of capturing and/or painting every Natrelmon might involve a little more money than he had expected. He had heard that the Arenas awarded an infusion of funds if defeated, though that might be simply a rumor. Still, it wouldn't hurt at the least, unless there was a door charge to prevent frivolous challenges. But they'd tell him about that before challenging, right?
Still, perhaps it would be a bit rude to challenge so early in the morning, with the sun barely peeking above the horizon. Süne decided to scour the wilds one more time before challenging the Toran Arena.
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Süne had managed to hunt down a Sakura-re, a beautiful blossom natrelmon, who probably wouldn't have all that great of a time in the Toran Arena, renowned for its fire Types. Süne took some time to chose his natrelmon for the Arena challenge. Albion was for certain, it resisted fire, was among his strongest, and would teach him much of the ways of magic with Dragon's strange natural connections to it. Leadro was a tough choice, but at least it was neutral defensively, and had access to Water for offense. Eletta was brought along, despite being utterly useless, to hopefully learn something from watching the others fight. Süne wasn't sure how a slab of ice did that, but apparently it could. Finally, Süne decided to bring Sakura-re anyway. He was aware it would probably have an awful time, if brought out to battle, but apparently Natrelmon could learn greatly from fighting battles they were ill-suited for. And Süne definitely wanted to have an opportunity to paint its later forms.
Süne, four arrows in his quiver, the rest left with Frallion outside, left tied to a nearby lamp, went to challenge the Toran Arena.
Name: Süne Age: 14 Gender: Male Appearance: Beyond his young and childish physique, Süne's most dramatic physical trait is long flowing pale turquoise hair, resembling the symbolic color of Ice-Types with a green tint. His skin is not pale, but not as dark as one might expect for someone who has spent more or less all of his days under the sun, for it is often the pale northern sun. His eyes are a brighter, more green saturated color than his eyes. While he is exceptionally fit and a little tall for a 14 year old, he's still a 14 year old. He's not gonna win many height, weight, or wrestling competitions. Hometown: Technically Relin. But he was born in the south east of it to a nomadic group of hunters. Personality: Süne is fairly quiet, reserved, calm and patient. These might not seem to be likely traits for a 12 year old boy, but there's some firm selection pressure going on for boys who grow up in a tundra. He is not without emotion, nor does he keep his emotions hidden, but he simply expresses them in smaller form. Süne is fairly generous, partly because there is little in this world of material interest to him. Power nor wealth is not what he seeks, but he will not turn his nose up to it when mastery of his craft achieves it. It is simply not what drives him.
Süne's quest is to paint a portrait of every Natrelmon, and it is for that reason that he took up the Rites. He roams the wildlands, rarely returning to civilization. Often the reason for his returns to civilization are to either store his paintings, or purchase what few supplies he doesn't know how to make himself.Another reason he occasionally returns for is to hand over natrelmon he has captured to others, or give them free Elixirs that he does not personally have a use for. To keep what he personally cannot use is something he regards as foolishness.
Relic Description: Süne's relic is his quiver, a special arrow for each Natrelmon kept separate from the normal arrows. Starting Natrelmon: Frallion, Eletta
History: Some might wonder what history would lead to a 14 year old wandering the wild lands alone, hunting Natrelmon. Are his parents dead? Was he raised by wolves? What's going on here? The answer is his parents are fine. They continue to live roaming the lands they always have, semi-nomadic, following herds of Natrelmon across the Steppes and Tundras. Adulthood in their tribe is determined by when you can complete solo hunts and take care of all of your own gear. Süne reached that acumen rather unusually early (though, he also chose a fairly unambitious target, in a Nevetta), and sought to undertake the Rites and begin starting his dream as soon as he could. To meet even one Legendary Natrelmon was by no means assured, even with a lifetime of searching, so there was no time to lose in starting.
Professions: Tracker (Rank VI, 9,400 Experience), Herbalist (Rank VI, 8,550 Experience) Magic: Frostweaving(3), Searsinging(3), 7272 experience to put towards one of those, and Seedsowing (1)
Aspiration: Paint a portrait of every Natrelmon species, including Very Rares and Legendaries.
Natrelmon: Snowstep, level 15 Frallion, F, given to him by his parents upon completion of his first hunt. Unnamed, level 10 Eletta, F, was gathered as an egg from the target of his first hunt. Need to apply 7272 experience. Unnamed, level 16 Leadro, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, level 21 Yosoku, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, level 18 Swalest, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, level 9 Soelbe, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 15 Weddelbek, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 13 Omu, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 14 Amar, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 20 Albion, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 21 Sakura-re, F, Wild Roll, 9,469 experience after Toran Arena Challenge. Unnamed, Level 24 Panzer, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 23 Omu, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 21 Ocalia, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 25 Orkora, M, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 21 Wispy, F, Wild Roll Unnamed, Level 26 Velare, F, Wild Roll
Items: 12,000N 42 F Rank Charges. A LOT of painting supplies. Survivalist Supplies. A shortbow and arrows. Total Herbs: 17 Toran Thistle, 16 Ember Leaf, 14 Groveweed, 10 Noxshroom 3 Emleaf, 3 Ocalia, 2 Kaigara, All acquired while max level natrelmon was 15 3 Ocalia, acquired with max level 20. 1 Narashi Ingredient, acquired with max level 26.
Name: Süne Age: 14 Gender: Male Appearance: Beyond his young and childish physique, Süne's most dramatic physical trait is long flowing pale turquoise hair, resembling the symbolic color of Ice-Types with a green tint. His skin is not pale, but not as dark as one might expect for someone who has spent more or less all of his days under the sun, for it is often the pale northern sun. His eyes are a brighter, more green saturated color than his eyes. While he is exceptionally fit and a little tall for a 14 year old, he's still a 14 year old. He's not gonna win many height, weight, or wrestling competitions. Hometown: Technically Relin. But he was born in the south east of it to a nomadic group of hunters. Personality: Süne is fairly quiet, reserved, calm and patient. These might not seem to be likely traits for a 12 year old boy, but there's some firm selection pressure going on for boys who grow up in a tundra. He is not without emotion, nor does he keep his emotions hidden, but he simply expresses them in smaller form. Süne is fairly generous, partly because there is little in this world of material interest to him. Power nor wealth is not what he seeks, but he will not turn his nose up to it when mastery of his craft achieves it. It is simply not what drives him.
Süne's quest is to paint a portrait of every Natrelmon, and it is for that reason that he took up the Rites. He roams the wildlands, rarely returning to civilization. Often the reason for his returns to civilization are to either store his paintings, or purchase what few supplies he doesn't know how to make himself.Another reason he occasionally returns for is to hand over natrelmon he has captured to others, or give them free Elixirs that he does not personally have a use for. To keep what he personally cannot use is something he regards as foolishness.
Relic Description: Süne's relic is his quiver, a special arrow for each Natrelmon kept separate from the normal arrows. Starting Natrelmon: Frallion, Eletta
History: Some might wonder what history would lead to a 14 year old wandering the wild lands alone, hunting Natrelmon. Are his parents dead? Was he raised by wolves? What's going on here? The answer is his parents are fine. They continue to live roaming the lands they always have, semi-nomadic, following herds of Natrelmon across the Steppes and Tundras. Adulthood in their tribe is determined by when you can complete solo hunts and take care of all of your own gear. Süne reached that acumen rather unusually early (though, he also chose a fairly unambitious target, in a Nevetta), and sought to undertake the Rites and begin starting his dream as soon as he could. To meet even one Legendary Natrelmon was by no means assured, even with a lifetime of searching, so there was no time to lose in starting.
Aspiration: Paint a portrait of every Natrelmon species, including Very Rares and Legendaries.
Natrelmon: Snowstep, level 15 Frallion, F, given to him by his parents upon completion of his first hunt. Unnamed, level 10 Eletta, F, was gathered as an egg from the target of his first hunt.
Items: 5,000N 60 F Rank Charges. A LOT of painting supplies. Survivalist Supplies. A shortbow and arrows.
You know you can count on me for steady inoffensive mediocrity.
"Nah, he's cool." Mushi nodded as Oliver commented on the bullet wounds and how they weren't from Cyll. She didn't feel too much like trying to interact with him. Trying to ask for a duel with one of Charlemagne's peers was waaaay beyond her level. Like, sure, you learned a lot from a loss and all, but there was a point where you were so much weaker than someone you couldn't learn from the fight, like trying to attack a mountain.
She grumbled to herself as she rolled over on the bed, stuffing her face into her pillow and hugging it tight. Not the most fashionable and polite way to pose oneself while someone was trying to introduce themselves to you, it must be said. "Nn'mm Mushi. Nish ta'meecha." Mushi mumbled back at Oliver through her pillow after he had given his name. Between the pair Muchi definitely seemed to be the one with less manners.
After Oliver had left, Mushi spent a little more time watching how enthusiastic Cyll was about eating than she did eating herself. Her mouth hanging open more for the speed of Cyll's frantic consumption more often that it was for nomming her own nosh.
"Oh man I haven't eaten this good in weeks!" As Cyll commented on how he hadn't eaten this well for weeks, Mushi glanced down at her own food. It was good, not that good, was it? She took a careful bite, trying to discern if this flavor was special.
"Wait, don't tell me... did you get to eat food this amazing this entire time?! How lucky can you be?!"
"Pfft...." Mushi couldn't help but start to crack up at how shocked and even jealous Cyll looked. She stifled her laughter with a hand over her mouth. "Haha, what, are you gonna be picking your wife on how well she cooks fish or something? Do you love it that much?"
The light and joyous mood however, came to a quick end as Marshal and Oliver returned. Things were very quickly turning sour. She gave a quick glance at Cyll, that spoke of being sorry to leave him behind.
Then she fled out the window. She was probably not undetected, as she bumped her horns on the sill, the pain of having her neck twisted making her yipe out in pain. And then, even after exiting the room for a few moments, she reached through again, blindly feeling around for her tray, with just one arm visible. The clatter of her silverware was audible when she finally found it, and then she pulled the tray outside.
Her sword was left behind, so she was probably intending on coming back later, but she wasn't a fan of the magnifying edge effect that seemed to be generated from Oliver and Marshall bouncing off each other.