Seear's Dance Rp [5/5]

"That doesn't make much sense, but okay." I'll continue sitting in boredom, after some time I'll scan the driver

 

Take a second.
"I see. Show me the door, sorry for interrupting you."

 

So whats next? Darx is basically waiting, careful of some crazy dangerous ghost person near him.

 

I am currently waiting on Vitiate's response, though I do not know if they want to continue playing.

@Comrade , can I get a confirmation?

(In any case, if they don't answer soon, I'll move the story for you. Sorry for the waiting, really.)

Looking intently towards the driver, Deton searched the man for information.

Tinuo Cataat, eighty-two, from Flet, Colden. His profession currently is caravan driver.

Noticing the young man's attention towards him, the driver turned his head slightly and smiled to Deton. His hat cast a shadow over his face, but the Herilian guessed the man had barely any teeth.

Walking towards Wren and pulling two chairs, the woman gestured to the chair next to him with her head. "Sit down, I think I have the right to ask the questions here."
"Who are you, exactly?" The woman asks, leaving only the sound of the crackling fire that warmed the room.

 

Don't sit, look around.
"Good question. Do you know a man with a (insert color) cloak about this high (raise my hand to an appropirate level). And if it helps, he's infuriating."

 

I nod at him and then stare off into the distance while we travel

 

Congrats on 28 pages!

 

The woman walks up behind Wren while thinking about the cloaked boy's question, given her low-sounding 'Hm'. Insisting with a hand gesture for the man to sit, she spoke finally.

"The owner of the house sometimes receives a guest here that matches your description. I don't talk much to him, so I can't tell if he is infuriating or not." She says once Wren sits down. Moving over to the other side of the table, the woman sits in front of the boy.

"Your turn."

I'll wait a bit for Kato's reply for now. I'm sorry if this slows down the story even more for you.

Thank you!

 

Don't worry it's fine

 

Shrug.
"It's a good question because I don't know."
"Do you need me for something? Cause if not, I have somewhere to be."

 

(haha I survived midterms a huge blessing. thank you for waiting!!)

Fraise tuned his attention back towards Saraha, picking up the book that was in his lap. He turned it towards the woman,

"Might I inquire, Saraha, as to where these books originated from? They seem rather peculiar yet interesting, each tale within a book more original than the last. I wonder how these came across into your hands?"

He then placed the book to his side alongside the others, creating a perfectly neat stack. To Fraise's surprise, he was actually invested with this kind of literature. It seemed authentic to him, like they were actually recounting something from the past. The books made Fraise use his head. It was a pleasant and refreshing feeling.

 

I know this might sound dumb and all, but what exactly are midterms? I know it's somekind of exam, that's all i know about it.

 

Opening her mouth to speak up, the woman stopped herself. Diving into thought, she began tapping her fingers on the table, leaving Wren bothered at the whole situation. After moments of silence, the cloaked boy begins to get up.

"I'll take that as a no. Goodbye." Before Wren leaves, the woman finally speaks.

"Do you even know where you are?" The question does spark the boy's curiosity.

Saraha picked up the book and turned it around, looking at the cover and back of the book. Giving the book back to Fraise, the woman spoke. "I spent some time on Iktar when I was younger. Between training and working there, I began to read the Ikar. The book teaches various important information."

As she speaks, Saraha picks up the box by her side and puts it in an invisible compartment, opening space on the rather cluttered carriage. "I recommend you two busy yourself for the time being. The trip will be long."

Closing his eyes, Fraise dozed off in thought as Deton looks at the passing landscape.

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Waking up from a nap with a tap to the shoulder, Fraise saw the carriage he was in had stopped. Deton waited outside, and Saraha was standing in front of him. "Come. This is the first stop we will have before reaching our destination."

Not waiting for the Aatsuran's response, the woman promptly jumped out of the car.

The Herilian, in contrast, stood near the edge of the cliff the small inn resided in. Slowly drinking a glass of mead, he gazed towards the mountains that dotted the north of the land. Some peaks parted the clouds, creating a beautiful scenery that Deton appreaciated slowly.

(It's been over a month since Vitiate's last reply, so I'll move the story for you. I'm sorry for the waiting, I really am.

@Comrade , are you interested in continuing the story? If there's no answer to this in a week, I'll vacate your slot for another player. If you decide to come back afterwards, I'll open another slot, but until then, you won't be participating.)

Waking up from deep slumber with a bump on the road, Darx darted awake, looking around to scan his surroundings. A silhoutte grunted from under the sheets it was covered in, which the silver-haired boy presumed was Vitiate. The woman who drove the carriage looked back at the two, with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry to wake up you two. The road ahead is pretty rocky though, so I don't think you'll be able to sleep much more anyways." As she turned back to her task, Darx peeked out the moving carriage to verify what the woman said. The vehicle was following a path up a mountain, and just as the woman had said, the path was littered by rocks, some bigger than others.

 

Darx gets out, and takes a deep breath, in and out.

"Uh, what are we exactly supposed to do? I don't remember."

 

I look at the scenery for another minute or two before saying to myslef "At least the view is nice." Then head into the inn looking over to see if there's anyone interesting and scaning them.

 

"Won't know till I head out and see for myself, right?"

 

The woman frowns slightly and looks into the distance. "We're supposed to uuh..." She makes a few hand motions before her expression clears up. "Ah, yes. We're supposed to meet up with a friend of Sate, near the border of Opladyl."

Turning towards the carriage, she whistles at the mountain and road ahead. "The mountains are the fastest way there. Some interesting things have been happening here, so I've heard." As the driver finishes her phrase, small rocks come rolling down the mountain, startling Darx. As he looks up, the young man sees a few birds flying from the place, and a chill runs down his spine.

The driver points towards the situation with her thumb. "See?"

[Event Started: Halloween]

Once inside the inn, the temperature change makes Deton shiver slightly as he scanned the few people inside the inn. The bartender chatted with a man, the both of them with a drink of their own. Two figures sat alone on opposite sides of the room; An armoured woman nervously tapped the table with her fingers, looking longingly at a pint of mead. The other one, an old man with tattered clothes, slowly drank some black liquid in a wood mug.

[Event Started: Halloween]
The bartender noticed the Herilian standing by the door, and excused herself from the talk. "Hey, can I offer you anything else? Was the drink good?"

Pursing her lips, the woman sighs. "That is one way to have it." Getting up, she walks over to a door on the back of the room. "This leads to outside, the gate should be open for you."
Nodding, Wren walks past the door and down the small porch, trying to find himself through the heavy mist that covered everything beyond the gate. Behind him, the gate closed loudly.

[Event Started: Halloween]

(A little thing I'm trying to implement on festive seasons, although some wouldn't really fit if implemented. This Halloween event will last three weeks, and throughout it I will try to respond more frequently. Fun, bits of lore and unique items can be acquired in events.)

 

“Uh, thanks!”

assuming comrades character doesn’t exist now

Go alone ahead to the path

 

Just a little confused here, you're saying thanks to what?

 

Looking at the bartender and blinking twice before saying a bit suprised
"I've just walked in so I haven't had anything yet, but I'm not opposed to trying something. What do you suggest?"
While i talk I casually look in the direction of the old man and give him a scan