The Irish Tree

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Once they had the pooch, Alice relaxed a little, but still remained vigilant in how she basically kept herself between the dog and any potential...anything, really. "The village sounds good. The quest did say that we shouldn't let Francoise eat anything or be touched by anyone, so just make sure that nobody tries to...do anything to him, basically. Here's where adventurers are made or broken Brandy! After all, if we can't look after one precious wittle doggy, we can't rise up the ranks in GORE!" The werewolf girl looked excited, tail swishing to and fro as they took started their walk. ...Brandy might have the sneaking suspicion that she liked going for walkies herself, being a werewolf and all.

"Oh yeah, probably goes without saying, but I think Ms. Elmwood wouldn't like us touching Francoise either. Picking him up is a last resort in case of danger. And don't feed him anything. And also tell any kid that comes by that he bites. And also..." Alice seemed very persnickety, but that might also be because she didn't want to deal with Elmwood chewing them out and making them bathe a poodle for an entire evening. Either way, they had a job to do, a pittance of pay to earn, and the smuggest dog in the world to guard. Hop to it!

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The druid girl's question left Steppe Archer thinking for a moment. "...Before I came here, I was actually looking into mercenary work. Like, army work. I always figured I'd be pretty good at it, since I can shoot a bow as good as any man in my tribe...but I guess some laws or something else meant that I couldn't. Adventuring was my second option," the nomad girl said, getting that off her chest, a small smile on her lips as she observed the fire.

"...Adventuring hurts a lot more than I thought it would. Seeing people get ruined...like that girl and her friends, nothing ever happened like that back home." The girl's posture shifted, pulling her warmed up knees to her chest as she wrapped her hands around to keep them close to her heart. "I like it now. Mainly because...well, you're both really fun to be around!" As she spoke more and more, the druid girl could feel as if the warmth of the nomad girl was competing with the fire, as her trademark winning smile emerged once again. "I'll adventure so long as I have a party like you guys."

Now that Big Red was at their side once more, the archer would stand up, grabbing her now dry small clothes and putting them on, boldly pointing to the sky and saying: "From now on, I'm an adventurer for real! Oh yeah, before I get all pumped up...how're you both liking adventuring?"

(Finals are done, and the Tree is Free!)

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Huh. Wasn't expecting this to resurrect. Well if its still ongoing, I'm still onboard.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice kept her smile throughout the barrage of the old lady's instructions and sweetly replied with: "We understand Ma'am. Francoise will come back without incident, even if I have to throw myself in harm's way. Though, if you don't want to use a leash, a harness might work better since it will only hold onto his chest. Just a thought for the future-" she said before cutting herself short, eyes narrowing as she sniffed once, smelling the mouse that was approaching. "Brandy! Don't play with mice!" she said, before very sternly staring down the field mouse, arms crossed. She needed to at least set the example that they could handle a small animal like a mouse...and a much larger animal like Brandy. Setting her eyes in an intense gaze, she would stare down the field mouse, raising her tail behind her.

"Don't you worry Ma'am, I'll protect Francoise from anything! Even things more threatening than that mouse. Like children. Or...children-sized mice."

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

By the time that Big Red had the fire in place, the nomad archer was already neatly washing her clothes, using a bristle brush she usually used to groom her horse to scrub the bits of blood out as best she could. After all, medieval washing was only so good....and as such, little rusty brown splotches would remain. Not like it mattered that much to the girl though. After hanging her clothes to dry she would dive into the river without hesitation. She would shiver, of course, but you got used to the shock of cold water after a moment. With her silvery hair pooling around her, she looked less like a girl and more like a strange hairy monster that was in the middle of devouring a girl...or a wet alpaca. Either or, really, same difference.

Once she was duly cleaned and emerged with her sopping wet hair, the archer would take a seat by the fire and warm herself along with her washings, smiling in idle contentment. In spite of the cold water that clung to her skin, she felt warm because of her companions. She hoped the girl they found could, somehow, come back to a normal life, and held hope that nobody would suffer a fate like that. ...But, that was all it was, was hope. Nothing substantial enough to change the world. Warming her hands by the fire, the girl found herself lost staring at the embers. How long had that girl been there? What exactly did they do to her?

...And why did nobody ever tell her goblins were so...evil?

Fate/Iliou Persis

Caster of Red - Skuld

A small smile graced Caster's face as her ideas were approved of. It seemed that even despite her reserved nature, praise had its desired effect on her. Or, maybe she was just really hoping to make a good impression on her master. Either way, she would look a bit happier as she raised the unfinished chocolate to her lips and bit into it, dull eyes conveying nothing, but her lively ears sprung up and down for a brief instant. "Let us be off then. I cannot leave you alone with another servant. Not until I'm certain we can trust them. I walk in your shadow, my Master," Caster stated, entering her spirit form and following Jacob. The ancient master could sense the transient state of the mana that comprised Caster's form was trailing behind him at a respectful distance, perhaps fearing to cause discomfort to her master...

Or, perhaps she was just walking slowly to savor the lingering taste of chocolate and caramel.

Either way, there was nothing to indicate that Caster had anything but the best intentions for her Master, which, if Jacob had already been privy to her True Name already was true to her nature. A being that was loyal to their master to an obssessive degree, willing to topple nations, to destroy her own family, to wage war against the world simply because she was asked to...

That is who Skuld was. And that is who she shall remain forevermore. A beast that didn't question why out of morality, but of efficiency. A servant that didn't belong amongst the more heroic members of her team. As such, she wouldn't try to, unless approached about it. Trust wasn't something earned easily, but was something that should never be broken easily.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

With a loaf in hand and one in her mouth, the Steppe Archer would pay and exit without needing to be told that eating and leaving crumbs all over a bakery was bad manners. In a way she looked like a dog with a bone, holding her long piece of bread between her teeth at the middle. With an eager delight she would tear apart her bread, crouching down to "sit" on the street, delighted at the taste of some nice soft, warm, delicious bread filling her mouth. Judging from the happy little noises she made as she ate, she was hiding her hunger. Better at it than Druid Girl at least it seemed.

In no time at all the girl would devour her makeshift meal of carbs and carbs with a side of carbs, swallowing and contently patting her stomach. She would rise to her full height once more, eyes closed in contentment as she savored the last bits of bread crumbs clinging to her tongue. "Mmm...best bread..." she droned, letting her body process the food while she swayed back and forth, very, very happy to an unreasonable degree with that bread in her stomach.

Once she was a little less loopy the archer would say: "So, are we heading to the river again this time?" They needed a bath badly, and free running water was better than paying for it.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice found herself nearly knocked on her back as Brandy peeked in, only for a series of barks to echo that had Alice wondering if maybe this was the kind of dog that wasn't worth the paltry pay they were being given to deal with it. Not to mention, the client was a lot less friendly than she'd expected...was it because Brandy didn't show her any respect when she addressed her?

Anyways, Alice had no choice but to continue onwards. After all, she was Brandy's senior! Her mentor! Her paisen or whatever they called it! And a paisen has to do what a paisen has to do. Clearing her throat, Alice would gently pat Brandy's shoulder. "Leave this one to me! I'm good with people. And also, don't say anything. Or insult her. Or like...anything, really. Your people skills need a bunch of work," she said, before going over to the door and giving a professional three light knocks, standing with her head held high, her tail firmly held aloft behind her back, and with just the tiniest twitches of her ears, really, really hoping that Ms. Elmwood actually answered the door.

If she answered the door, she'd find Alice absolutely radiating the aura of a professional...at least in some capacity as the werewolf would bow her head, saying: "Good afternoon Ma'am! We're here on behalf of G.O.R.E., and have taken the job to walk your dog."

...Of course, if she didn't answer, Alice would just...stand there. Awkwardly.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Well, that was odd. Alice wasn't sure why the lady Elmwood would shut her door so readily...buuut maybe it was because Brandy lacked tact. And modesty. And clothes. And brains. Either way, Alice would gingerly tap on Brandy's shoulder. "Let's wait a few minutes. Maybe she's just making sure we'd have everything we'd need to take care of the dog on its walk. Also, she was really particular about what the dog's allowed to do, so...maybe she just wants to make sure we're not slackers that'll run off as soon as we're kept waiting."

In truth, Alice kind of suspected that the woman wasn't answering the door unless they knocked again. ...Buuut, being proved wrong was always nice.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Money was nice, jingled nicely, and the weight of the sack in the archer's hand had a fair amount of weight that made her smile. This is really what it felt like to earn your keep...even if it was in reality just a bunch of copper coins. Money was money, and money meant food, and shelter, and food for her horse, and shelter for her horse...and other things besides those. Even if she enjoyed the freedom of the steppe, even she couldn't deny the allure of coin when it jingled so nicely!

Regardless, she'd get broken out of seeing the dollar signs by the ungodly grumbling of the starveling druid's stomach. The archer was impressed that the girl seemed capable of eating so much, and even more impressed that she managed to hold in her own laughter...albeit, while ballooning her cheeks up much like a croaking frog. It was painfully obvious she found that hilarious, but was only saved by their lizard companion pushing them both out in their heels to go get some food. Rubbing her own nearly empty stomach, the archer said: "Bread sounds nice! Filling, warm, fresh out of the oven bread...this way!"

With her can-do attitude and freakish sense of smell for a human, the archer would gently lead the two along to the bakery that the druid girl had mentioned, drooling slightly as the scent of fresh-baked loaves flooded from the chimney, and around the door. For a moment it seemed the girl's stomach had even eaten her brain, as she tried to just get the door open a few times, not looking at the handle as she grasped not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times before finally managing it.

She was a mess for loaves, it seemed.