Yankee

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

Lilian, of Artinberg

Lilian Uhtceare

"It's Lilian. Not Lil, or Lili. Lilian."

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Background: A clumsy child, Lilian's mother could not afford to treat her daughter's frequent sickness and injury. When Lilian's father never returned from the frontline defending their little kingdom, she and her mother sought refuge in their capital's church. The kingdom's center of worship, it was a large cathedral that already housed many without home or family. Growing up around so many stories, both of the book and from displaced travelers, Lilian decided she'd like to stay with the church even into adulthood. It was a warm place where one could learn a little about a lot of things. She became well versed in scripture and took position as a nun when she was old enough. From then she became an assistant to preachers, and was on track to become a church authority herself.

When the violence reached the capital, none stood a chance. Lilian was, initially, one of those staying behind to heal soldiers and pray for the city. However, seeing the carnage firsthand and knowing that it had already swept up and swallowed most of the continent, Lilian decided that she'd better run instead. Save herself, as her magic was doing little to save others and the gods doing even less.

She didn't know if her clergy members ever looked for her or just assumed she'd been lost during the city's ransacking. Still, she traveled in shame for weeks until her coin purse ran out. Then, broke and alone, she had little use for shame. Catching wind of a recolonization effort, Lilian made her way there to join in. Despite her weak fortitude she did wield magic, especially of the healing variety, that made her useful if nothing else did.

Inventory: A damaged holy artifact, in this case an amulet (still worn under her clothes). A sturdy walking stick. A large waterskin and rucksack. A precious few, random scrolls. Blank parchment and a couple of quills. An empty ink bottle. Heavy layers of thick, protective clothing. A few edible things, such as dried fruit and nuts.

Goals: Build a new life, basically. Learn a skill and provide for herself and her community. Maybe start a school in the future, or at least a book club.

Other: Lilian has a slight limp in her right leg.

World of Light

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Collab Word Count: 1952 (+3 EXP)
Level: 1 Experience: 10/10 (LVL+) / Level: 3 - Total EXP: 32/30
Location: Sandswept Sky - Sweet Canyon - Parnasse
^{A Collaboration With}
@Dark Cloud & @Yankee

Unable to rest, Laharl simply watched the goings-on of those still awake into the wee hours of the night with vague interest while the darkness of the sky slowly brightened with the warm glow of the sun peaking upon the horizon.

Yes he was definitely exhausted but still his mind was wracked with too many questions to allow himself even a moments rest, so he just sat idly by watching the townspeople going about as the day greeted them. A few others from the group he'd fought alongside were also waking. Laharl eyed the few that milled about the city center, still slightly annoyed from yesterdays events however even he needed to swallow some of his pride and ask just what the hell was going on.

'These fools must know something,' with a grunt he landed on the ground before the crumbling remains of the gingerbread house from which he had sat atop 'I'll make them eat this candy all around us if not!' he couldn't help but cackle at the thought, unbeknownst that the candy may actually do something bad. And so in the early morning he walked around looking for someone he saw from the battle the night before.

He found one of them standing a little ways off from the rest of the group, casually taking in the surroundings with her arms crossed. It was the woman whose spell he'd foiled, the one in the red outfit. Laharl stood out among all the sweet buildings, and so she noticed him immediately. From beneath her hood Primrose cast her gaze up and down his form. In the daylight, it appeared he really was as small as she thought last night. He was even shorter than Tressa. She wondered if he was a child, or if it was just his species... after all, he didn't look completely human, what with those pointed ears.

Either way he was probably lost and confused. Primrose had overheard some of the gossip about the others that had been trapped in the crystals - those that weren't already living in town more or less made off on their own. Not this one, though.

She waved to him, lifting one hand from where it rested on her arm and moving it a little. 'Hm? Agh! Uh, look like you didn't notice!' the boy, making a fool of himself looked directly at the woman in red but proceeded to act like he hadn't noticed it although he definitely had. Casually walking up to her as he nearly tripped on his own cape, and stumbling momentarily "Greeti-Agh!" he said before finally tumbling forward.

"Oh - " Primrose reached out to steady him, surprised by the sudden stumble. Maybe he really was a kid after all. "Alright there?" Laharl squeaked in response to the womans touch, despite how thankful he really was he simply flinched away with a bit of fear in his eyes that was soon masked over by his usual glare that probably looked anything but threatening to Primrose. "Of c-course I'm alright why wouldn't I be alright? Alright?" that was redundant but he cared little, it was embarrassing enough he had stumbled on his stupid cape.

Laharl crossed his arms defiantly and looked at Primrose closer, she kind of reminded him of Etna in a way which was strange as this lady was definitely not a demon like himself "Hmph, s-sorry..." unexpectedly he sighed, looking less contemptible but also a twinge of pain made him scrunch up his face at the apology he made "I am Laharl, Overlord of the Netherworld and the strongest demon in existence!" he introduced himself before Primrose could comment about the odd reaction he just had, and puffed up his chest trying to look tough and act like a total badass with his cool armroll. Very unimpressive to anyone watching but in his mind he believed it.

Ah, so it's like that. Primrose took a step back, settling her weight on one leg. She pulled down her veil, and through her hood remained on from Laharl's perspective her full face was on display. Curly brown hair framed her visage. Conventionally, she was pretty. Attractive. She'd staked her trade on that when she arrived in the Sunlands years ago. A small mole below her lower lip brought her whole look together. She smiled at Laharl, kind - and not as performative an expression as it otherwise would have been. She had somewhat of a soft spot for children.

"Of course you are," she said. If her tone wasn't so soft at the moment her words might have come off as demeaning. "My name is Primrose. It's nice to meet you." She nodded to him. She hadn't missed his aversion to being touched. That was something she sympathized with.

"Netherworld, hm? So not from around here." Intimating, was a more appropriate term for how Primrose looked in the young demons eyes and her tone didn't go unnoticed by Laharl yet however he found himself unable to raise his voice.

He simply glowered at her with an irritated look on his face "No I am not from around here, obviously." Laharl made a point of huffily raising his chin like a noble brat "Are you?" he asked after a moment, it seemed obvious his noble act had little effect on Primrose and probably wouldn't make her want to divulge the information he wanted so he probably would need to change his tune. As it was now, she seemed more amused than anything.

"No," she said, and left it at that for a few long moments. They stood in silence. Then the crook of Primrose's mouth turned up again and she asked of the young demon, "Do you have anywhere to go?" elicting a heavy sigh of exasperation from him in response "No, I was hoping you could assist me?" he said rather bluntly, tired of playing around and falling into one tirade after another "You know as thanks for my assistance?"

"Your assistance," the dancer repeated. She tilted her head as though she were considering whether or not to help Laharl out. She felt a little badly for him, a boy on his own who was clearly trying to put on a strong facade. Briefly, she looked towards where the rest of the group was mingling before she turned back and gave Laharl a proper answer.

"There is a safe place I know of, but I'm not sure how difficult the way back will be. As for our group, we are moving on. Ahead. We've picked up a handful of new people along the way, I'm sure another won't hurt..." She paused, drumming her fingers along her upper arms. If she had Laharl's personality pegged, then she should probably play along with his Overlord charade. "That is, if you care to lend us more of your assistance. Who knows, we may very well need it." Laharl cracked a smile, 'At last! My greatness has finally been recognized!' the demon boy looked quite proud with himself for being so great, it was stroked his ego and he was quite self-satisfied in his own awesomeness that he sort of got caught up in the moment "UHAHAHA! Of course you'll need my assistance! I'm the strongest demon in existence!" he explained cockily to Primrose after laughing at the top of his lungs..

"So you are," Primrose replied, the amused little smile still on her face. "Well, I can introduce you to the others if you like. If you have any questions I can do my best to answer." the boy simply scoffed in response "I can introduce myself, but if your that desperate then fine!" he said with a smug grin, shrugging at the question "I want to know why I'm even here, I was with my vassals one moment but then nothing..." Laharl sounded frustrated and his brow furrowed, as nothing seemed to add up.

"That..." Primrose turned her stare from the demon's shining red eyes to the sky, where Galeem's light shone as a second sun. "I'm not sure if you will understand, but everyone was taken from their home worlds, and all of those worlds were mixed together." he followed her gaze and frowned "You mean that my world...No longer exists?" Laharl knitted his brows and looked at Primrose with worry in his expression "No, I was trying to claim my fathers throne! No this isn't fair! I had a job to do! Why?" he hollered with a distressed look in his eyes, Laharl's body language suggested a boiling rage that was slowly bubbling to the surface. He felt like everything he had done amounted to nothing and that he was without purpose now, believing it more than he had before.

Primrose stayed quiet, letting the young demon get his rage out. That she could understand as well. She had some unfinished business in her own world after all. Once his outburst was finished she gently followed up her statement. "We're all hoping that once that light, Galeem, is defeated that everything will go back to normal. That is the reason we're traveling, gathering allies and spirits, power."

'Power...' that was a concept the boy understood as it was the very thing his world revolved around as no weakling could rule the Netherworld and stay untouched, no strength was respected and regarded highly amongst the demonic hierarchy. Primrose mentioned a name too Galeem, that name sounded quite demonic however he had never heard of it.

"Your all...Working together to beat this Galeem? Right? Weird..." he said mostly talking to himself, it wasn't something he generally was used to asides from having his vassals fight with him but maybe this was similar in a way "What was that about spirits? Like ghosts?" Laharl played with the hem of his long scarf idly as he asked the question.

"Not exactly..." Primrose sighed, wondering how to go about an explanation of something she herself didn't know much about. She'd gotten all the same information as everyone else at the Alcamoth, and had learned much more experiencing everything first hand yesterday, but the details on how everything worked eluded her. Still, she did her best to summarize. "Yesterday, when those metal creatures were destroyed, did you see those bright orbs their bodies left behind...? Those were their spirits. You can use them in various ways. Crushing them, bonding with them, fusing with them..."

As she spoke, Primrose demonstrated with her hands - she cupped them together and pressed in hard, then brought her palms up, one on her chest and the other her forehead.

"I suppose each way has it's advantages, and disadvantages." She didn't elaborate anymore than that, after all Laharl was still "Gleaming," and he didn't appear weak enough to be freed just yet. Even if she'd wanted to, it looked like while she and the demon were speaking a lot more of their group showed up in the town's center. Now that nearly everyone was present, it seemed it was almost time to get going. The dancer gestured towards the others.

"Seems we will be heading out soon." but he stood there for a moment in silence, his red eyes looking at those gathered in the square. His eyes were narrowed as he watched them, but after a second he nodded his head slightly acknowledging her comment finally "I'll be coming with you, but only you Primrose. You will make an excellent fri-Vassal!" the boy coughed into his fist, aware that he almost called her a friend and therefore had to make a fool of himself by childishly playing it off "Yes an excellent vassal! But never mind that, let's go!" he pumped a fist into the air, and excitedly exclaimed. Primrose suppressed a chuckle. Even when she abandoned her life as a noblewoman no one had tried making her into a "vassal." She could foresee some personality clashes going forward, but they'd cross that bridge when they got to it.

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Word Count: 902 (+2 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 4/40
Location: Sandswept Sky
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LEVELED UP!

New Power: Sealticge's Seduction. A particularly enticing display. When used on herself or a single ally, active skills used by them that usually target one foe or ally will affect all foes or allies instead. This can apply to damage spells, debuffs, buffs, or healing. It does not apply to talents, passive skills or items.
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True to her word, Primrose led Laharl to the group and introduced him as "Overlord of the Netherworld," knowing the title would make the demon chuffed. Although most of the Yellow Team still couldn't say that they knew the dancer very well, she was positively radiating with amusement, making it plain to see that she seemed to be playing along with some game. She noticed that another new face was among the crowd, one that seemed closer to Fox in appearance than anyone else. The size of their group was a little unwieldy, but with so many different abilities and expertise it also made them a force to be reckoned with.

Strangers joining them wasn't an uncommon experience, given how often it happened in just a couple of days, but being greeted by a royal entourage was. Apparently this princess only ruled over the land of sweets though, and they still had farther to go before they encountered who (or what) they were really looking for.

Al Mamoon... Cowlipha... don't tell me we will end up in a milk and dairy land... The dancer near shuddered at the thought. She'd had quite her fill with the candy already.

They left Parnasse. Primrose didn't completely follow the brief conversation Tora had with the Neopet, but she gathered that they'd be traveling on the vehicle that was meant for the rail they followed into the sweet canyon in the first place. She'd thought perhaps it would look similar to Mona's wheeled form, but to no one's surprise it was cute, fragrant, and decorated with sweets. Thankfully, these treats seemed like replicas, and not the real deal. Also thankfully, the train was large enough to fit the lot of them, but only just.

Primrose walked along the length of the locomotive before she decided on the third car. Maybe that giant fruit statue could provide some shade for when the sun rose a little higher. She stood in front of the car, looking up at it for a few moments. Behind her, Braum cleared his throat.

"Need a lift?"

She flicked her gaze at him, from impressive mustache to the huge gaudy belt. "No, thank you."

"Come now, it will take no time at all to give you a boost with this!" He laughed and presented the giant shield we carried with him, the same one he'd used to defend her last night. He did have a point, too. Primrose gestured for him to bring the shield to bear and he did. She jogged towards him and hopped up towards the shield, and with his might Braum pushed it and sent the dancer up into the air. It was more force than Primrose expected, but she was a professional - and after a split second panic while airborne she landed cleanly beside the giant kiwi.

"See? That wasn't so bad."

Primrose clicked her tongue, but she nodded a thank you to Braum and waved him off to wherever he was going, probably to help others climb aboard. She settled down, sitting close to one of the cream dollops with her back against the fruit and her legs stretched out in front of her. When the train began to move she braced herself, but the ride was relatively smooth. It remained smooth for a long time, as the sweet canyon gradually changed back into the sand of a normal desert. The patch job Galeem had done with the worlds left a lot to be desired, if the Lord of Light saw fit to drop that kind of place right in the middle of the Sandswept Sky.

Primrose leaned her head back against the kiwi. Her hood and veil were in place again, and she let her eyes slip closed as she fell into her thoughts like she often did. She recalled that Ophilia might call it meditating. The young cleric often did the same, praying to Aelfric for a safe journey. Many of her companions weren't the praying type, Primrose among them, but whenever she indulged Ophilia she did feel a little better for it.

Aelfric... Sealticge, Lady of Grace... who even knows if you are out there. If you are, grant me some of my power back. I will need it for the journey ahead. She wanted to get back to where she came from and finish what she started, but she knew it would be a long road before then. First though, she wanted to make sure that she could follow that road and make it out alive. If possible, with everyone else as well. The first to come to mind were the younger ones. Primrose blinked her eyes open and lifted her head. At some point the Phantom Thieves had donned their casual outfits again, and every since earlier Laharl had been hovering close by. She turned her head, seeing Tora and Poppi on the car in front of her, joined by a few others. The rest were on the car behind, all relaxing or chatting. Things felt calm, despite Primrose's more serious thoughts.

A particularly hot wind blew in front the front of the train. Primrose lifted a hand to her hood, keeping it in place while the air whipped her hair and clothes. She felt a warmth settle somewhere in the back of her mind and knew that she'd remembered something that could help them all once they got to their destination.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

@BangoSkank Accepted.

@Yankee You still with us? I'll be working on the first post soon but I figured to ask while I'm around.

@Vatonage

Can't help but notice that not only are there no humans, but there are also no femme characters. I feel compelled to join based on that alone. I can have a character sheet up today for your review. She'll be a recycled cleric (preemptive response to Ink: yes I like clerics!) from a D&D campaign that never got off the ground. Hopefully a falling out of faith backstory doesn't come off as too edgy but we shall see.

World of Light

Word Count: 1391 (+3 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 12/70
Location: Edge of the Blue: Black Bay

By touch alone Ace Cadet could tell if the items forming in his hands were at all useful to him at the moment. Something soft and pliable, something heavy and unyielding... he stored these items away by habit, not using any brain power on sorting out what they were or what to do with them. One item though he held up to his face, squinting his eyes to try and get a better look at through the dark water. It's shape was familiar, and as soon as it clicked in his mind and he knew what he was holding, the Cadet was quick to shed his helm and don the rebreather. The drainage valve began working almost immediately, mechanical gills churning to life and sucking the water from inside the mask, pushing it out. Before it was even finished, as soon as the Cadet's mouth was above water he tried to draw breath again - and found none, just emptiness and burning in his throat. The mask still needed time to convert his breath back into oxygen. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all, but when finally the mask was working as intended the Cadet thought it was worth the pain. It beat drowning after all.

Ace Cadet got his bearings again now that the threat of drowning had been staved off for now. With the rebreather's latent armor skill awakened it provided more air than it normally would be able to. Combined with Blazermate's periodic bursts of healing, the emergency the hunter had found himself in was suddenly a lot less extreme. That wasn't to say he was out of the thick of it yet though. The abyssals were rousing themselves after being struck by the Crush Shot, and one by one they started darting around the interior with their teeth and guns flashing. The Cadet would have to fight his way through the monsters, make sure his allies were alive and get back to the staircase leading out of the hold, all while fighting the heavy pulling current of water... wait, heavy current?

Having been free floating when Shippy opened her maw, the Cadet was easily swept up and out of the ship as she spat up everyone and everything that'd been inside. Barrels, abyssals, he and and the others that were down in the hold. At some point Frog had joined them as well, if that flash of green skin was anything to go by. It took the monsters much less time to get their bearings after being ejected out, and they swarmed. Joining their brethren they made for the ship, or for the sinking heroes.

The Cadet drew his sword and shield. With the blade he repelled the abyssals that charged in, the weapon quick and clean in the water. With their armor the sword couldn't quite cut through, but it cracked their metal skin and shattered their armaments. Those that preferred firing from a distance, well their shots were much more bearable with a shield between them and himself.

There was large abyssal coming up fast from beneath, one suspiciously humanoid. It had Blazermate in it's clutches! Wait a sec... is that Link? The psuedo-abyssal was heading right for him, and on closer inspection it did seem to be Link himself, with some changes. He must have absorbed an abyssal spirit to survive when the hold flooded. That was smart. The Cadet eased up, letting Link catch him as he swam with the others towards the surface. It took nearly no time at all to breach, and the Cadet prepared to be launched along with Blazermate and Frog back onto Shippy's now very different looking deck. Then a splash and a sudden attack had the Cadet slipping from the Link's grasp, leaving the Hylian to tussle with the jaws of the abyssal.

The hunter sunk down a little, leaving room for Link to battle with it. Around them, cannonballs and heavy ballista bolts sliced through the water and turned surrounding abyssals to ash. Was the tide turning in their favor?

He swam up once Link was finished, forcing himself through the ocean water even in his armor. It seemed like Link was planning to stay under and support from there. Ace Cadet couldn't argue that plan even if the rebreather allowed him to speak. He tapped on the Hylian's arm a few times and showed him a mega potion produced from his pouch, insistently offering it to Link. If he was staying below, who knew when or if Blazermate's beam could reach him - and hopefully even without words, it would be easy enough to tell what the potion was just by the look of it. With the benefit of being able to consume it underwater (and really the Cadet had never questioned the logistics of that), surely it might help him.

The Cadet knew he wouldn't be quite as useful in the water, so he broke the ocean's surface and quickly took aim at Shippy's railing with his slinger. When it connected he hauled himself towards her and over the side back onto the deck, shoving any handsy enemies that were trying to climb up. As soon as he was back on board the Cadet removed the rebreather and heaved for a few moments, getting a good few mouthfuls of fresh air. He could see that the situation on board was still hectic, but with Kamek and Sakura coming down to assist from the Atomos, plus the shipgirl and her shark swimming nearby, he thought they might just get through. A small, dark shape sped out from a corner of the deck and got right in under his legs. Initially the Cadet startled, but it was just BB, a little singed but miraculously otherwise unharmed. He scooped the piglet up and tucked it into his bag where he figured she might be safest. "You hold on tight," he told it.

Waterlogged but determined, the Cadet shouted to the crew, "What's the plan?", and the Captain answered just as loudly, "We be making our getaway to the river!" That seemed like a good plan indeed.

"Heard!" There were a couple of cannons still unmanned, which he planned to take over. First, though, if they wanted to make a clean getaway they needed speed. Once more drawing his bow, the Cadet dropped onto one knee, the metal of his armor clanging against the ship's reinforced deck. He lifted his arms up, nocking an unusual looking arrow. He pulled the drawstring hard, pulling the ends of the bow to bend and aiming straight up in the air. When he let the arrow fly it sailed up and burst, raining a shower of invigorating powder down on Shippy and everyone on board. It only needed to touch them to speed them up, increasing their movement prowess. I hope this works on boats! He didn't stop with just Shippy and her crew. He aimed out over the water where Sakura was skating around in a panic and where Kamek was hovering, spreading the powder over them as well. If Link came above water maybe it would even reach him too.

It was about that time that another new, gigantic abyssal showed itself. "Just our luck," the Cadet laughed despite himself. However if they got themselves out of the previous bind, surely they could make it out of any. He was preparing to try and shoot down any kind of shell the demon shot at them, but to his surprise it was focused on another ship instead.

"It's gonna fire on the Jackdaw!" Finding no time to swap from his bow to the cannon emplacement, he fired arrows out quickly at the abbysals flying through the air. Whether those that planned to bomb them that or the ones tossed out by the demon, the arrows stopped their momentum and dropped them into the sea if they didn't perish outright.

Could they do anything to assist the Jackdaw? Would their weapons even reach the demon from there, and if they made a beeline for her would they reach the monster before it fired? It seemed like Kamek had some kind of plan in place, so the hunter moved towards the circle of koopas, making sure that any brave abyssal boarders were turned to ash before they could interfere with whatever ritual he was planning.

Current Mood in One Gif

World of Light

@Lugubrious I wouldn't mind having a character sort of explain the whole Galeem situation to Laharl.

@Dark Cloud

If he's lingering around the next morning and you want to put more of his weaknesses on display then Primrose the dancing beauty could inform him

World of Light

I'll be posting an IC for Frog soon but I wanted to mention something: Like everyone is helping people in Parnasse, however it is way too much work to spare a word to Laharl who looks like and is very much a child? Very heroic, my friends very heroic.

@Dark Cloud

Well he did go off to be alone pretty quickly, and everyone in Yellow Team is exhausted from the day's experiences. After a good night's rest if he reemerges I'm sure they'd chat with him, especially if he's planning to tag along. He did show off his power so they probably wouldn't turn him away from joining even if his personality is, well, like that

World of Light

Encounter EXP +5
Word Count: 1263 (+3 exp)
Level: 3 - Total EXP: 29/30
Location: Sandswept Sky: Sweet Canyon - Parnasse
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Content that her second spell struck home, Primrose huffed and cast the shirtless boy a curious look. Well... honestly it was more disconcerted than curious. After jumping into the battle he'd suddenly stepped back and was now... sulking? She rolled her eyes, though her hood hid her gaze either way.

Within a few moments Fox lent them a hand - apparently the other robot must have been handled - and Midna paralyzed it. At that point Primrose made use of her self-boosted magic and hurled a few more handfuls of dark energy at the thing. She wasn't sure if her magic had any great effect on it, but it didn't hurt to put more damage on the construct. Things came to a decisive end with Mona's last flashy attack. Primrose raised her arms to shield herself from the debris that flew out when the robot and car-cat smashed into the ground - the sticky, soft, edible dessert debris. Once Mona transformed back into his regular self (or at least the usual form that Primrose knew him in), she lowered her arms and looked down at herself. Not that bad, she thought, apparently standing far enough away not to be completely covered in chocolate and frosting. She swept off what food particles did make it to her, flicking pieces off of her skin and garb. Despite the noise of battle and the loud sounding of some kind of horn, no other enemies showed themselves. Maybe they were already far enough away from the smaller robots for them to know where they were. The town was still. Primrose exhaled - maybe they could rest now after the long day.

"I haven't carried a mirror in some time," she told Sectonia. "Perhaps you can try seeing your reflection in a sword, or Alibaba could show you a vision of yourself." Naturally she didn't offer her dagger, but there were a couple of others with metal weapons that might be able to catch the queen's visage in the moonlight. The easiest option might be with Necronomicon's help, though. The craft was flying down to them now that the danger had passed.

As for Primrose herself, she was planning to retire for the evening. She nodded a goodnight to Poppi as she and a tuckered out Tora retreated. The rest of the group stood in the town center, glancing around at the various homes both damaged and intact. She figured that the Phantom Thieves would find a spot to hole up together, and the rest of them would split up too. The town wasn't huge, but it was still an entire town - so there were multiple houses to choose from.

Primrose crouched down to the chocolate rabbit creature's height and smiled lightly at it. "Could you show me to a more secluded spot to sleep?"

"Of course!" the rabbit said, though she looked between the dancer and the rest of the group and titled her head, pondering, "but don't you want to stay with your friends?"

'Friends' is a strong word. Primrose turned her head, looking back at the group as well. Eventually her gaze settled on Fox. In one fluid motion she stood up again to address the mercenary. "Even with Poppi keeping watch, if it would be better to stay near each other we can divide ourselves between men and women," she suggested. Primrose glanced back to the rabbit. "You could show me there now, and if any of the girls want to join me later could you show them the way as well?"

The rabbit nodded enthusiastically, encouraged by this plan. Apparently it placed a lot of stock in friendship. "This way!" She said, hopping down a trail a little further into town. Primrose followed the creature, waving over her shoulder at the rest of the Yellow Team as she went. Unsurprisingly the entire village was the same as the center, completely made of sweets. As the pair walked the rabbit explained this and that, like what the town was named (Parnasse) and what kind of species she was (something called a 'Cybunny'). None of it was very enlightening, but Primrose hummed to show she was paying attention. Eventually she and the Cybunny came to a small house with a few holes in the roof. The Cybunny proudly stated that it was her current home and opened the door. The inside was empty except for various edible pieces of furniture and tooth aching decor.

...or so she thought. Once they stepped inside, a shadow ran across the floor. Primrose halted, her hand at her hip flickering with embers as though she were going to quick draw a fireball at any moment. The Cybunny cast a worried expression at her.

"What is it?"

"Something moved."

"Something? Oh! That's probably just Jinjah! He's my petpet. I'm glad he's alright, when I went to visit my friend and got stuck in that sap, I was so worried about him..."

Primrose stood there waiting for any elaboration, but instead the Cybunny walked farther into the room and shouted, "Jinjah, I'm home! We have a few guests in town!"

The something showed itself again, peeking out from behind a pastry in the shape of a large comfy chair. It was barely larger than her own hand, and with that permanent smile plastered onto it's face "Jinjah" was about as far away from threatening as one could be. Primrose relaxed, and half of a laugh even escaped her mouth.

"I see. Well, thank you both for your hospitality."

The Cybunny and her petpet nodded in unison and smiled. "My pleasure! It's the least any of us could do. Make yourself at home. I'll be back later, okay? Good night!"

The Cybunny headed back to the town center with Jinjah sitting snug on her fluffy tail. Once the door closed and she could no longer hear them, Primrose looked around the house some. She found a room that seemed to be for hosting, with a sofa and a hearth beside it, a very fake fire made of hard colored candy gingerly placed on rolled cakes resembling logs. Primrose eyed the couch, weariness coaxing her to just lay down and sleep. While she intended to do just that, she summoned enough energy to pull the hippo robe from her bag and spread it over the top of the couch. She smoothed it down, forming a barrier between herself and the confection she'd be sleeping on.

Gently she laid on top of it. On her back, Primrose removed her face veil and threw an arm over her eyes, the other over her stomach. She curled her legs up close to herself and sighed. As her mind raced towards sleep it started to process everything that'd happened that day: seeing the heroes arrive at the Alcamoth, choosing to join them and leaving to venture through the mountain range into the desert, finding and boarding the Naboris and making their way to Lakeside and the Pyramid, finding Alibaba, making it to the wall and through to the Oasis, running across the metal tracks away from that giant beast and into the bizarre dessert land, and now resting here at Parnasse after fighting two giant metal men.

All that in one day, and still a ways to go, she mused. Orsterra seems so far away now.

Moonlight filtered in from the holes in the roof, providing enough light to see by but not enough to be obstructive to slumber. Primrose turned over onto her side facing the room's doorway. She stared at it until her eyelids drooped and she dozed off.

World of Light

@Yankee@Dark Cloud@Archmage MC

I have an important question. I have acquired big hands.

May I throw you back onto the ship?

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Absolutely

Since you only got two big hands, if you have to pick and choose I think Cadet could get back alright on his own, but I won't turn down getting tossed either, would be fun.

o/ Hi there!

Hi, welcome! As said above you're in good company here. Enjoy!