Xaltwind

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

When the foreign girl shook her hand profusely and with such energy, Guard Lady couldn't help but smile. The addition of thanks made her cheeks flare red for a short while, before returning to normal after the furious handshaking was done. The other girl then proceeded to invite her to join them for a quest - killing sewer rats. Albeit, she stopped midway through the invitation and proposed that the halberd-wielding woman was preoccupied, which wasn't the case at all. With a gentle expression on her face, Guard Lady couldn't help but feel that this girl was a bit childish, but very cute in her haphazard way.

However, before she could respond, the hooded boy spoke up. He was being very wary of the man from before, and began to half-whsisper, half-spout nonsense. Cash in on us? Follow them into the sewers? What ridiculous claims! Everybody here at the hall had heard and seen the scene unfold, plus, why would a steel-rank even bother with quests and rewards for porcelain-ranks? He could make so much more money simply by going on a quest befittting his own standing and make a considerably larger profit. Not to mention, while the Bruiser did look shady, his two lady-friends were busying themselves with chatting to him and seemingly pampering or spoiling him.

"I don't think you need to worry about him." She said calmly, removing her eyes from the table-sitting brute and turning them to the hooded youth instead. "He was likely just looking for some pack-mules to carry his luggage and stroke his ego. I doubt he has the brass to actually try anything sinister like those ideas in your head." Her expression wasn't smiling anymore, but a mix of serious and dismissal. The girl honestly didn't believe anyone would stoop to outright murder or assault, simply for being told off. "Regardless, if you'd have me, I'd love to come with you. I don't know anyone in this town, since I just arrived." She continued, now smiling in her friendly manner once again. "I've never gone on actual, guild-approved quest before, but I do know a thing or two about using this." She tapped the butt-end of the halberd into the floor-board

"Just lead the way! .. Oh, wait. Don't we need to inform the receptionist about which quest we're taking before we go?" She askedd, looking a bit unsure.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Ayame you jerk, look what you've done! xD

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Northern Orario:

How the large fellow had managed to get inside the fenced-off courtyard, much more so when the gate was locked, would forever be a mystery. Regardless, he had arrived at the door to the large building, knocked and called out - even though nobody was present in the immediate vicinty. It thus took a little while, but eventually the door opened and a head popped out of the ajarred doorway. A bald fellow, with thick eyebrows, a goatee and a displeased frown on his face.

"What?" He said with a rough, croaky voice.

After the large boaz explained the istuation - as he perceived it - the bald man glanced over at the two kids, then back at the large home-invader.

"Ne'er seen those kids. If'n they be the laundry-maid's brats, she went home already. Now git." His speech was gritty and dismisive, obviously not keen on entertaining strangers. However, there must have been some kindness in his heart, or maybe he was just afraid the big one would keep pestering the abode unless he dangled a carrot infront of him. "Laundry-lady lives o'er at Daedalus' Street, take them brats there, ya find their mama." He added, closing the door in the grat tall one's face.

Of course, the children would be no help in telling him actually where this street was - seeing aas they had been unable to find their way back home earlier. Of course, there were strangers on the street one could ask, so all waas not lost just yet. The kids in question stood back over by the fence and gate to the large house, waiting for the return of their behemoth hero. Anxiety mixed with hope in their eyes.

Meanwhile at Warrior's Rest...

As Dahlia had entered the villa, she would notice at once that the interior of the building was as plain and unremarkable as the outside. A few tapestries, simple paintings and carpets were all the decorations to be found. There were lit floor-standing candlesticks to light the hallways and what looked to be a chandelier in the next room, a room that the large chienthrope headed towards right after entering.

The Goddess turned to her newly acquired, black-haired child and smiled slightly, raising an arm in a mock gesture of grandeur.

"Welcome to our Home, young one. Now, shall we go an--"

Unfortunately, the Goddess of Wisdom was interupted, as loud knocks banged on her front door. Then said door was forcefully opened and in rushed a stranger. Said stranger was not in full control of her own motion and proceeded to crash into the black-haired Dahlia - who, in turn proceeded to crash into Athena. A cacophony of clattering, thudding and outrageed or confused yelps were heard as the trio somehow meged into a living ball and slammed against the wall on the far-end of the hallway... The large man returned, none too rushed or perturbed by the noise, arriving to see three young ladies lying entweined and entangled on the floor in a heap. At this sight he raised a signle eyebrow, then turned to walk back away...

"G-Grent, you fool! Can you not see your Goddess is in danger!?" The indignant God cried as she tried to wrest herself free from the situation.
"I'm sure the Goddess of Wisdom and Tactical Warfare can manage something like this." The man said, not even stopping or turning his head.
"You traitor! No dinner for you tonight!"
"Guess I'll be eating out then."

The situation did not improve, as soon after this exchange, the door to the villa flung open again and new arrivals - six in total - barged into the hallway. Unfortunately, they too were in too great of a hurry to stop or abort their momentum, and the result was another six bodies added to the pile of on the floor. Grunts, squeals, insults, questions, panic and anger all streamed from the cluttered mass on the ground, with everyone pulling every which way to try and free themselves, only to snag, clutch or trip over someone else. At this additional racket, the head of the young pallum woman who had delivered Dahlia's letter arrived.

"What's with all the ruckus, Grent?" She asked, walking through what looked like a dining room, to get to the hallway.
"Nothing important." The man grunted.
"Sounds like fun!" The pallum exclaimed energetically.
"To watch, maybe." Grent's lip ever so slightly turned upwards.
"Stop commentating and help me!" Athena demanded. "Just what's going on here anyway!? Who are you people?"

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Sadly, on account of my poor eyesight, I actually have to view profiles to check things - because I need to ctrl+scroll to enlarge text in order to read it properly. This, of course, you likely had no idea about and is something I should've mentioned earlier. :<

Good, good, then we're all clear and square and good and stuff. Ugh, working tomorrow is going to suck... Weekends are too short.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

"STATUS: guests coming over once more, but i'll be able to post on saturday. will catch up everywhere then!"

"i'll be able to post on saturday."

But it's sunday, unless you're in a time-zone that's 24 hours behind me... I don't mind you informing people about your status through your personal status, but I don't always check my players' profiles every day. Espeically since the time alotted for posting is so generous, I usually feel that people have more than enough time to respond to the thread.

So, personally, yes - I would prefer you either post in the OOC, send me a VM or a PM, after all - we have a PM convo specifically set aside for this RP. But I'm not going to force you to do so, since I have no way of actually enforcing such measures. :P

As long as you post within the week, I'll be happy. I just made the previous post to clarify any misunderstandings about how the posting-requirements work, and what I would like people to do in case soemthing comes up or they are having issues otherwise. None of that matters as long as you post every week though.

If you felt that that the previous post was targeted at you specifically, I promise that it wasn't. It was meant as a general clarification and announcement to everyone.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

I know I said "No rush", but waiting until the very last minute each week is cutting it close guys...
Risqueboots hasn't logged on their account for almost a full week now, so I'm not sure whether they're still active or not. I've tried both VMs and PMs, but no reply as of yet.
Other than them, Vertigo still needs to post something.
I'd like to clarify any misconceptions about the weekly posting requirement, just in case anyone is unclear on how it works:

You are required to post in the IC at least once a week. This means, any day between Monday to Sunday. If you post on Thursday one week, you don't need to post before or on the next Thursday after, you can post on Friday, Saturday or Sunday, just as long as you post something the next week. This means the earlier you post, the more time you'll have before you need to post again.

I'd also like to remind everyone that if you're having trouble posting, be it being busy, having writer's block, losing interest or any other such thing; Please contact me and tell me about it before the deadline expirse. Once the weekly time-limit is up, I won't really care what you have to say - I've given this notice before and if people cannot be bothered to take the time to inform me that they're unable to post for whatever reason, then I honestly don't see why I should be patient and understanding towards those who cannot even be bothered to make the effort to inform me of why they are unable to participate.

Sorry if that sounds harsh or something, but I personally feel it's a fair way to deal with this kind of thing.

I'll be posting tomorrow regardless of what happens, right after I get home from work. Anyone who has missed the deadline by then will be booted and their spots made vacant for new applicants.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

When the foreign girl grabbed the chest of the other girl, an unpleasant smirk crawled onto the mace-wielding troublemaker's face. However, after the declaration that the hooded one was in fact a guy, that smirk vanished and was replaced by a grimaced scowl. Furthemore, the scowl grew after not only the hooded fellow declined his generous offer, but also the caramel-cutie who was now trying to walk off before he could even correct her about it being they who should join his party, not the other way around!

Also, it was clear that after the revelation of the hooded figure's gender being revealed, the pushy man was no longer in the slightest bit interested in that one, instead focusing solely on the lass trying to scamper off. With a forceful and sudden grasp of her wrist, which was done at surprising speed, the rough, shaggy-but-short haired man spoke up.

"Hey!" His voice was far less pseudo-smooth now, and far more forceful and irate. "I wasn't done talkin' to you, girl." The fellow's eyes were narrowed and his brows were lowered, a clearly discontent look upon his entire face. "I'm telling you, if you come with me you won't have to go hunt some stinkin' rats in a filthy sewer. I'll take you along on a real quest, with a real reward. All you gotta do is follow me." Although it may have been intended as one, the man's words didn't feel much like an offer, but more as a demand. He was just about to say something more, when...

"She said 'no thank you'." A clear, audible voice called out over the murmur and other noise in the hall. The degenerate turned his head to see that the voice had originated from the newly arrived, now newly christened porcelain-adventurer with the halberd.
"Mind your own business, or what? You saying you wanna come with too?" The man's face had regained some of its smugness, though he still looked annoyed.
"I wouldn't go anywhere with someone who doesn't listen to what others say. Aren't you ashamed?"
"The hell!? Who do you think you are, rookie? Telling me off, a Steel-rank when you're just a lowly Porcelain-scrub!"
"What does our ranks matter? There's no rule that says lower ranks have to obey higher ones! This is a matter of being a decent person, something you clearly aren't."
"Wh- Why you little bitch..."

The man had by now let go off the foreign, white-haired girl and was instead facing the makeshift-armored, outspoken lass instead. He and she were staring each other down, with dagger-like looks and frowns on each of their face. The man's hands were balled into fists, with his knuckles whitening and a clear vein showing on his temple... However, his eyes caught something - as did his ears. The noise in the guildhall had died down, and the other people preent were now looking at the spectacle in question.

This was no good. He may have been pushy and hot-headed, but the man was no fool. In this situation, he was the one who would suffer a loss in reputation and respect if things continued. All thanks to the halberd-wielding Tits McGee calling him out and making a scene... Frustrated and casting a venomous look at the aforementioned young woman, he turned on his heel with a click of his tongue.

"Tch! Fine, was just trying to help you rookies out. Whatever, I've got my own things to do." He forced a stiff, casual shrug and gave a dismissive wave of his hand before walking away back towars a table where two other ladies were sitting, both Padfoots by the look of it. For now though, the situation was disarmed without anyone having gotten a face-full-of-fist.

The purple-haired girl kept her eyes trained on the mace-man as he walked away, following him with her eyes until she was sure he had sat down. After which, she let out an exasperated breath of air and placed one cheek in the palm of her free hand. Shaking her head slightly, she refocused and walked over to the girl who had been pestered.

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you or anything I hope?" A genuinely concerned look on her face. She also looked over at the young boy witht he hood. "And you? Are you okay?"

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

It didn't take long once she had passed the hilltop to make the trek over to Palisade Town's western gate. The young lady in waved in a friendly manner as she passed by some bored-looking watchmen, who gave a half-hearted hand-wave in return, before yawning and turning his eyes back to staring out over the horizon. Understandable as it was, keeping a watchful eye on the morning traffic was perhaps not very exciting, but the youthful woman couldn't help but feel that the man wasn't taking his job very seriously.

Still, once she had passed through the wooden gatehouse and made it into the town-proper, a few things struck her immediately. For one, this was clearly a settlement in-development, with the roads being a mix of trampled dirt near the outer edges and cobblestones the further in you walked. The houses were also often unpainted or made from rough materials, making it clear that this place either lacked skilled carpenters or masons, or there were a lot of newcomers. Finally, the most important thing to note was - when compared to where she hailed from - the population of this small, out-of-the-way town was quite low. Naturally, the girl didn't find any of this off-putting or troublesome, rather she found the entire thing quite rustic and cozy, in a sense. A crowded city could be overwhelming and obnoxious, to to mention noisy and cramped. This place felt more spacious and clear, despite being smaller in size. IT was a welcome change.

As she travlled down the road of the main street, her leather boots genty thudded against the stone below. A few gentlemen that she passed by had stopped to look at the new arrival, casting looks of less than savory intent after the young woman. It wasn't too strange though, considering the rather air-y and breezy nature of her defenses in both the upper chest and rear-end departments. Still, the girl was too busy to notice these uncouth onlookers, as her eyes had fixated on a certain sign some distance away.

Standing now before a large building, the girl smiled broadly. The sign told her that this was indeed the town's guildhall. Finally, after days of prolonged marching, she had finally arrived. Good thing too, her little belt-bag was out of supplies and there wasn't much in the way of coins left. Hopefully, there would be some work right away that she could undertake, so as to avoid having to camp putside of the walls, since an inn-room was probably not within her budget at the moment. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the heavy and sturdy door open, entering into the structure.

There were a surprising amount of people, especially for how early in the day it was. Still, the majority seemed to be busy with their own devices. There were two younger-looking people standing over by the bulletin board, one a girl holding a scrap of paper, the other a hooded person holding an apple. OVer by the tables on the other end of the room were a bunch of gruff, burly-looking men, busy with snarling and flexing and over-voicing each ohter - as was typical for adventurers. Letting out a slight, quiet laugh at the fact that things were very similar here to the guild back in her home, the youth entered the building proper and made her way over to the reception desk. A woman wearing the typical guild-employee outfit was standing there, greeting er with a smile and friendly words.

After a bit of polite small-talk and questions, the new adventuress was given a form to fill out. She penned down the information right then and there, scribbling with strangely deft hands, despite wearing her self-reinforced gloves.

However, as she was doing that...

A certain man with a scar running from his left brow down to his left cheek had been keeping watch on the new arrivals. In particular, he had been eyeing the foreign girl and the hooded one since they walked in. Now that they had struck up a conversation, and the scarred fellow had listened in while acting as if he wasn't eavesdropping, finally saw an opportunity. Rising from his seat, he took to making a confident stride over to the pair, a crooked grin on his lips. He wore what looked to be scalemail, a thick mace hung on his hip and he wore steel-tipped boots. The tag hanging from his belt indicated him to be of the Steel-rank. Stopping once close enough to the bulletin board-pair, he spoke with a cocky tone, befitting his smug-looking expression.

"Hey there, cuties. You new here, yeah? Not from around these parts either. Just gettin' started with the whole adventuring-deal, right? Dangerous work for a pair of little girls, but don't you worry. I've got room in my party for both of you, no problem." His grin was somewhat wolfish in nature and his eyes were narrowed, like that of a predator sizing up its prey. "Trust me, two gals like you need all the help you can get at the start! This life's dangerous when you're inexperienced, so just come with me. I'll teach you everything you need to know." The emphasis on one word in particular seemed to indicate he had ulterior motives...

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Lookin' forward to it~

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The exciting beginnings of noobie adventurers! Clean guters, exterminate pests and hunt down the weakest monsters! No way any of this could possibly go wrong~

Now to go register at the guild and get into all sorts of shennanigans.