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Gave Spook an opportunity to explain the fairy-iron thing. Also, those things are so adorable. Can Fiammetta catch like the runt of the litter or something and keep it as a pet? Please?

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TEAM RUTABAGA

Fiammetta laughed quietly. "So you are saying if not for me you'd deem it lesser? That's so like an artist to say something like that. Always the quickest to judge yourself, and always the slowest to accept a compliment. You should have more pride in your work, Telio. Even ripped apart and soiled by that ruffian's cruel joke, I can tell..."

She connected as many of the pieces together as she could, and held them up to the sun.

"It was beautiful once. And it will be again."

The pencil lines stretched out in every direction as the colors ran, dripping into new and unforeseen patterns and colors. Slowly but surely, like modern art, chaos was making it into something new with every passing moment. Before the beholder's very eyes, it evolved with each new emergent detail adding a new layer to the painting. Would it really be beautiful again once it dried like she said? And what she said earlier, when she said it... was she referring to the painting or Telio?

She carefully pocketed the pieces.

"But if you do not want it until then, I shall hold on to it and take care of it for you. Consider it an honor."

The Traveller spoke up, interrupting them and giving them their first assignment.

"Felidrakes? I've never heard of creatures such as these," she said, confused. "If they can teleport, then how are we supposed to catch them? Won't they escape their cages? A noble of the house Anzivino always accepts a challenge when it's given to them, but this sounds like a fool's errand! Do you mean to mock us, Traveller?"

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Will try and post something today.

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>we get to use magic

Fiammetta's first question will be "will it help me get any closer? I want to hit them with my sword."

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TEAM RUTABAGA

The blood rushed to Fiammetta's head as her right eye started to twitch in a crooked blink. Anyone who had a passing acquaintance with reality could tell someone had just made the noblewoman very, very angry.

"Why you... insolent little..." she said between ground teeth. "You think a lowly soldier can speak to nobility like that? Threatening someone of my stature... I'll see to it that you're stripped of your rank! No... Mongrel, I'll have your head!"

But just as she was about to draw her second sword, someone stepped in to interrupt them.

"Telio?!" she said, confused. The young painter shoved a ruined piece of wet canvas in the two soldiers' faces, the remains of a farewell present to himself. The last taste of home he'd see for a while. A beautiful hand-drawn map of Enn. Fiammetta could tell it was spectacular even with the colors dripping away, because she'd seen Telio's art before with her own two eyes. This map had had passion put into it.

Which is why it just broke her heart to see something that could have been so beautiful being ripped to pieces in front of her.

She gasped. "Telio, what are you-"

But it was too late. He threw the pieces to the wind, scattering his magnificent painting. She glared at the two soldiers, but at Alex in particular.

"Do you see what you've done?"

Hurrying to pick up the pieces before she got left behind, she brought them back to Telio, leaving her birdcage for Alex to carry as punishment.

"Here," she said, offering the damp and slightly muddy paper back to Telio. "You shouldn't just discard this. Especially not after I went through all the trouble of digging through the mud just to get it for you."

Fiammetta smiled, hoping he'd take the paper back. This mud on her gauntlets really would be hard to get off without wiping it on her freshly laundered dress...

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Indeed.

@Crimson Raven

Thou dost not know what thou hast done.

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Kelsier Solidor of TEAM BROCCOLI

He shifted his glare to the offended noble girl. "Young lady!" His voice cracked like a whip, with an obvious tone of authority in it. His voice then settled into a quieter, more threatening tone. "Put that toothpick away unless you want me to use the flat on your backside. A sword is not ment to threaten your comrades, but to protect them." He also noticed a big, muscular man waving a equaly big axe approaching. He didn't seem overly threatening, though.

@Vee @jordy0403 @Turboshitter @Darinthus

@Crimson Raven

Oh. Oh shit.

Mirror, Fox, Key

Yeah he kinda should've known better than to spill buckets of water on a group primarily consisting of young women and, above anything else, a painter. That's asking for trouble xD

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TEAM RUTABAGA

"What?!" Fiammetta spoke out. "Rutabaga? You mean like that vegetable that grows in the ground?!"

But he didn't respond to her cries of outrage. The noble girl followed the Traveller Spook with a wary eye. Somehow he was something... less than she'd expected. He didn't seem to carry himself with any of the dangerous poise or grace befitting someone with the title of "Traveller", a moniker one typically only earns facing the mightiest beasts and savages that lurk outside Enn's walls. If... when she became a Traveller herself, she wasn't sure she'd want to be associated with someone like this.

Just as she was about to speak up and voice her opinion of him though, she was greeted by a rather familiar face from childhood. Her smile brightened.

"Aha! You're Telio, right? Telio Lenocci? The painter boy from all those years ago!" she said with warmth in her greeting. Although it had almost been more than five years since they'd last seen each other, she still remembered the boy's bright, shining face and curious spark. "Oh it's been so long! We were both still children, yes? Ah, but someone of my stature never forgets the faces of her subjects!"

Or those bright green eyes. Telio had the eyes of a painter. That at least was certain. But those eyes seemed to have lost some of their brightness over the years. What perhaps had happened to him to make him lose that glorious shine? As a noble it was her duty to bring out the best in her people.

She started forming the words to ask Telio how he'd been and what he'd been doing with his considerable talents, and whether or not he'd ever consider doing any more paintings of her. "So, Telio, I-"

But before she could finish, a torrential downpour soaked her down to the bone. It was lucky for Fiammetta that she was wearing her breastplate and sword-skirt, or perhaps the deluge would have left her not only drenched but indecently exposed (in front of commoners no less!). The fabric her clothes were made out of was very light. Comfortable, but it clung to the body and would have become partially opaque when wet. To be unable to preserve her dignity in the eyes of her subjects... now that truly would have been a nightmare, especially for a noblewoman like herself.

She hugged her waist and midsection, both to ward off the cloud and to cover her exposed stomach with her heavy armor gauntlets. Fiammetta shivered, and glared at the militiaman.

"You! Soldier boy! Do you have any idea what you've just done?! You've dropped this... this filthy water on a member of the noble house of Anzivino! Do you have no sense of decency or respect?!"

She drew one of the swords hanging at her waist and pointed it at Alex.

"I demand we fight! Duel me if you think yourself worthy to humiliate a member of house Anzivino, and your punishment shall be metted out in blood, bruises, and blackened eyes!"

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I'll try to get a post up tomorrow

@Apokalipse

Yup, same here. Just going to bed now. Had a busy Halloween night. Sorry I wasn't able to catch up, Team Rutabaga, but I'll try to write a post as soon as I can tomorrow morning to keep things moving!