Seear's Dance Rp [5/5]

@Tisaun what are the ages for:
Adulthood
Consent
Alcohol
Gambling

 

These depend on the nation, but most of those are around 18-20.

Coldem for example:
18
18
18
21 (Because money is more 'precious' here, due to 1 Silver Piece being about 40 Dollars ish.)

Or Aatsura, which is earlier:
16
16
15
18

Physical, it's an object that only the commanders possess. Imagine the bracelet as being some sort of handcuffs for the time, since magic can pretty much outmatch most held items, depending on the person who wields it.

Taking a sip, Darx is surprised at the sweet taste of the wine, a smooth hint of strawberry on the liquid. The barman coughed a bit, catching the boy's attention. When he looked back at him, the man simply pursed his lips and shook his head. The silver-haired boy put his glass down slowly.

After all finish the meal, the clock marks 14:28.

As everyone finished their meal, all get up and thank the bartender, which simply shakes their hands and looms over the shining countertop, chuckling lightly. He looks up at the group. "Good luck it whatever you do kids." The man doesn't seem to be older than twenty-five, but his tone of voice indicates experience.

Leaving the inn, the group meet up with the monk, which is struggling with the bracelet on his left wrist. Tapping it with a finger, Deton gets the spirit's attention and points towards the street. "Come. We're leaving." He said as he began walking away. Still standing by the inn's door, Vitiate crossed his arms. "And why would I go with you?"
"Because," Said the Herilian, not looking back. "if you want to get that out of your arm, you'll need to see another commander. And I don't think Raalehn will take it off."

Scoffing, Vitiate turned away from the sight of the tall man. He did have a point though.

 

Bug question time.
Can I split from the group? Or was it said that we all had ro go together. And even if someone said we were supposed to stay tpgether, is there anything stopping me from leaving?

 

Darx then eats his meal with quickness, but not too fast.”

 

In character, there's nothing stopping you from going your own way, but I don't think it'd be good for the main story or I'll just end up putting you back together with the group probably.
Out of character, I think it would generate a lot of players waiting for another one to finish an action, and since I'm not that good with managing multiple players in stand-alone situations with a good grasp on time, I don't think it would be a good idea.

 

"Anyone have a Hammer? A mallet or knife will also do."

 

Cause the thing is-
I have no reason to stay with the group. Aside from helping this one person who asked for an undetermined amount of time because they have some sort of blackmail(ish? idk) against me.

 

"No, and if i had why would i give it to you?"

 

"Because, if you do, I can show you everything. Give you anything. These binds shackle my power. With it, I can give you or get you any prize you wish. Unbound, I am the force unleashed."

 

"Do all old men lose their minds, or are you a special case?"

 

"Special, for sure."

 

Darx does a little chuckle

 

Understandable. If you are interested in leaving the party, you can do so, but over the course of the rp I'll probably put you all back together.

 

Got it. I won't be leaving immediately, just wanted to know before hand. :L

 

Fraise clipped his satchel back to his belt and licked his lips as he saw Deton walking. He glanced between the members of the remaining trio and spoke in a rather sassy tone,
"I, for one, think dear Deton here has a point. Children and spirits wandering around mindlessly? Wasn't that how this whole situation started in the first place? Hmmm, maybe listening to your comprehensive elders might be worthwhile. Or not, who am I to decide? As for me, I have matters that actually have a priority. Ta ta~!"
Flashing a wicked smile, Fraise walked after Deton, slowly catching up to his side. As he walked, Fraise decided to pull out the pebble he saw from his satchel and inspect it.

 

Taking a better look at it, Fraise saw that it was not a common pebble. Judging by its colour and texture, it was indeed an Aatsuran pebble. How it came this far without him noticing it was unknown to the man, but a saying from his homeland popped into his mind as he considered the situation. 'Aatsura never forgets its people. A bit of it lives with you wherever you are.'

The sand was indeed very hard to get out of his clothes.

 

Fraise lightly smiled at the small memento, placing it back into his satchel. He missed a few of the aspects of the desert nation, but he expected it as much. The thought of sand still creeping into the crevices of his clothes sent a wave of chills down his spine, the unpleasant memories still ingrained into his mind. Eventually catching up to Deton, he looked around them as they walked,
"I wonder if they decide to follow us. Not just because we're lovely company of course, but if they simply want to. That mysterious librarian is still on my mind, however. There has to be something amiss here in Varla, and I personally want to get to the bottom of it. I might even have to go to some extreme lengths."
Chuckling to himself, Fraise took a moment to look around them, wondering if there was anything interesting near them such as special buildings, shops, or whatever else was nearby.

 

A few looks around gave the man a good understanding of his surroundings; A glassblowing shop was to his left, a few dozen meters in front of him; On the other side of the street, a runic armoury stood out proudly, named 'Faleb's Forgery'.

The other buildings seemed to be either residential or uninteresting to the Aatsuran. A small symbol on the side of a building the duo passed by showed the presence of an embassy on the town. Although not uncommon, it was weird, to say the least, to see an embassy this up north in Colden.

Upon closer inspection, Fraise found out which nation the embassy represented; Opladyl. The mist nation had been completely closed off for their neighbor for the past century, and to find signs of it on foreign land outside of books and the few people who left it was unprecedented.

Seeing such a sight in Varla, with no commotion, was anomalous. Fraise got a shiver down his spine. The building seemed eerie even with the sun above their heads, a low hanging fog around it.

 

"Yes."

I pick up a knife that's on the Inn table.

Can I use Particularity?

 

While the glassblowing shop and forgery looked enticing to Fraise, he strained himself to look away. He needed every coin he could get, so splurging wasn't necessarily on his mind. Not like he'd have an issue with money anyways. Looking towards the embassy, Fraise frowned at the symbol and took note of the building's location as well as how the symbol was drawn. Another mystery on his plate wasn't something he entirely wanted at the moment, but he was curious despite its ominous presence. Perhaps he could send Raalehn and her guard to investigate? Fraise shook his head at the thought, remembering the commander's note. He doesn't want to cause too much trouble now that she's watching his back. Simply taking note, he continued his walk and turned his head to Deton,

"Things are getting more and more interesting here. I have fixed feelings about that, but nonetheless, that's a reason why I left the sand nation in the first place. Hmph. I could use more of that wine right about now..."