Seear's Dance Rp [5/5]

To getting the information
Cus he asked question, gets answered, he say thank

 

Look back towards the house before walking away.
Mist is made of water. Use my abilities to clean an area infront of me as I walk forward.

*waits for valentine day*

 

Gay relationships?

 

"Hey, kid, don't go wandering too far off! I'll feed the horses and we'll be on the road again!" The driver says, waving at Darx. With a thumbs-up, the silver-haired boy scouts the path ahead.

Past the turn ahead of the carriage, Darx looked above and around him, scanning the landscape around him. Beyond the mountains, the boy could see forests and further away, a small white line, which he could only suppose was the Mist. Above, a small plateau with a tree could be seen. Squinting his eyes, the silver-haired teen saw something shine on the side of the tree.

"Uhm, actually thinking better about it, take your time, I think the horses will need a little longer!" The woman shouted, outside of Darx's sight.

The woman pulls out a small table of items, which she begins to read. "Our pork pie is pretty good, but I would recommend to eat it with Herilian Ale. If you're looking for something sweet, I may suggest..." Deton dozes off as he looks towards the old man, which meets his gaze and sustains it for moments before looking back down at his drink. The Herilian manages to scan him.

Hantur Invradi
63 years of age, Coldenic
Unemployed

With a sigh, Deton turns to the bartender. "I'll have the pork pie. Thanks." Turning away to sit down, he finds that Fraise is already on a table, waving at him with a slight grin.

"Hey, the woman with you two is paying for everything, by the way." The bartender completes.

Before beginning to thread his path, the man takes one last look at the house he was in. It is a big house, with at least two stories and an attic, all made fully out of wood. The door is soundly closed as the cloaked boy looks back at it.

Wren walks through the beaten dirt path for minutes on end, finding nothing of interest. His water magic manages to clear the way in a small radius around him, although the deeper the cloaked boy delves into the Mist, the hazier and more confused his thoughts become.

After around ten minutes of walking confusedly, Wren stops by a tree, which he tiredly lays his back against. Everything around him seems foggy, not only in the obvious way.

This gives me life.

 

Wait

 

Spear out, I'll take a short rest. Keep track of the water around me, if there's anything that suddenly moves them (like an animal)

 

Time to try bes

I'll walk over to Fraises table and sit down

 

As Darx maintains eye contact with the shining object atop the mountain, only to see it move after a whole minute of staring. What seems like a moving set of armour slowly makes its way to the edge of the plateau, peering over the landscape. The silver-haired boy starts to back off towards the carriage, gaze locked onto the figure. Darx fastens his pace towards the carriage, only to shoot a glance at the armoured thing.

The boy could swear it was looking straight at him, if the armour had any head attached to it.

Sprinting back to the carriage, Darx sees the driver worriedly pacing around, scratching the back of her head. Spotting the approaching boy, she points a finger at him. "Hey, uh, we got a problem. The grumpy dude; He's gone."
With a glance over his shoulder, the silver-haired teen checked to see if he had been followed. No one. "We might have another problem beyond that."

Completely ignoring Darx's warning, the woman went back to pacing nervously before looking back at the boy. "You think they'll buy it if we say he spontaneously caught on fire?"

Barely managing to take the spear from his back, Wren slides down the trunk of the tree, sitting on the ground. Tiredly and confusedly looking around, the cloaked boy saw the Mist slowly closing in on him, as his mind became unable to keep casting the water magic.

The man became momentarily startled after he heard the cracking of a branch, only to see it fall by his side. Looking up, he saw a familiar figure sitting on one of the thicker branches of the willow tree.

"Heyyy, what's up?" Said the mysterious man from before.

"How do you find this lovely place, dear Deton? A fine establishment, to help us on our journey, hm?" Fraise says, slowly sipping a cup of tea.

(Totally not stalling for time. Feel free to ask about some Aatsuran lore in the form of asking Fraise about it tho.)

 

"Hey... Stop! Something's up. Also, why would you suggest that? What was the matter in the first place with him?" Darx became suspicious of the woman.

Emotions experienced: Fear

"oh fuck, shits coming down, I should of just stood up for my self eariler and went with him, im a pussy"

 

Oh shoot, that counts as magic usage?!
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Stop using the ability. It obviously didn't work if I had to use my hearing to detect the man.

"Ask the old lady from before."
Point towards the direction I came from

 

"I'm just happy to be out of the cart if i'm honest. Since we'll be here for a while, mind telling me a bit about Aatsura?"

 

"You have to understand this, I can't lose my job!" The woman explains, gesturing and flailing her arms around. She then turns to face Darx, with her hands extended towards him.
"Can you please just say we don't know where he went? Please?"

Meanwhile, Darx perceives the unnerved moving of the horses in the carriage.

Barely able to point towards the direction he came from, Wren can feel himself dissociating, lost in dizziness. The figure hangs down from the tree to face him, although upside down. Looking towards the direction the cloaked boy had pointed, the man pouted to Wren.

"Dude, couldn't you have waited? Also, don't you think it's kinda dumb to walk around in the Mist without protection?" As he finished his sentence, the man poked the boy's forehead. Wren, however, had no strength to push him away.

"Surely not! What would you like to know? I wasn't all that involved in politics, but you can ask about the people and habits, if you want." Fraise says enthusiastically, staring at Deton as he drank his tea.

A few moments after that, the bartender appeared with a tasty looking pie. Putting it down alongside plates for both of them, the two served themselves and ate.

"So?" Fraise said.

Anything magic-related is still, well, magic. If you're an Earth magic user, you can sense people around you by feeling the ground, but since that requires concentration and magic, it is to be expected to lose energy just like any other spell. The cost is diminished though, of course.

 

He mutters to himself:
"so i saw something unknown, its might be related to the man's disappearance? the woman, could be related but i doubt it but that thing that took the man could harm us, which is.... near us right now"

Darx then looks at the woman. "Uh.... watch your back t-t-the thing that took the old man, is... here."

still suspicious of the woman, stays distance away from her.

Darx reaches into his bag, readying his pencil and paper to cast some runic magic if something jumps out

Emotions experienced: FEAR courage

 

"Do you know how the economy is there? Notable merchants maybe? If not then what's the wildlife like there?"

 

Return sarcastically, "Don't you think its dumb to drag me all the way out here?"

 

(hi sorry my next wave of exams before finals is next week and I feel bad for stalling, please forgive the good sir with a tasty long reply.)
Fraise bit into the pie, the warm and sweet meal comforting his senses. He was a bit surprised that Deton was interested in Aatsura. Although, he supposed he shouldn't automatically judge the man. Fraise always loved talking about his homeland, so why not spread the wealth of knowledge,

"Mmmmm, interesting question regarding economy. Most of our cities are beside water, so you could consider them as port towns. Alongside that, we have some of the most precious minerals you could find out in that yellow wasteland we call a desert. Although, what are popular kingdoms with the rogues and thieves? While merchants and the lot run the land, thievery is still rampant on the streets. Look at yours truly. How else could I live my youth without a little adventure?"

He over-exaggerated a mock hair flip before taking more bites out of his slice of pie, making sure his jewels on his circlet glitter. Fraise cleared his throat, a bit more eager to discuss the wildlife,

"However, the wildlife there is absolutely terrible. Scorpions, snakes, beetles, anything that more so hisses or scuttles makes my skin crawl. The amount of times you see these fiends lurking about made me overjoyed when I left Aatsura. There were some beauties though, such as the foxes and hedgehogs that roam from home to home. I kept a couple of hedgehogs as pets you could say as a child. It kept me better company compared to who I actually grew up around."

Fraise said that last part with a bit of a bitter tone. He didn't know why the past memory caused the sharp change, but he just shrugged it off. Going back to his pie slice, Fraise continued eating, letting Deton process the information on his own.

 

"Interesting, I had no idea that foxes lived in the desert, but then again I'm no wildlife expert. As for what you said about the economy, I'm not that suprised that you needed to steal to survive knowing that most of the food is imported, i wouldn't be suprised if you had an even a worse childhood then me."
I'll keep eating the pie still looking around the room

 

As Darx searches his bag for paper and pencil, he can hear the horses' neigh, as if startled by something. The woman taps the boy's shoulder. "I'll calm the horses, and then we can get the fuck out of here." Running towards the carriage, she left right as Darx pulled out his items.

Turning around to face the way he came, the boy could see a little silhouette of a man approaching. As it got closer, the silver-haired boy was able to discern the figure more. It wore jade-green armour, leaving no piece of flesh to be seen, with the exception of the head which was non-existent. On its hand, the thing held a longsword, shining and reflecting the sunlight.

"Come boy!" The woman yells, Darx's gaze fixated on the approaching headless warrior.

The man put a finger on his chin, thoughtfully. For a few painfully slow moments, he thought. And then, the figure suddenly finished his contemplation, tapping Wren's forehead with a finger. "Nah, I just thought you'd be smarter than walking out into the unknown."

Jumping off the tree, the mysterious man landed in front of an increasingly more tired Wren. Squatting down to look the boy in the eyes, he sighed. "Even more so in the Mist, of all places. And without magical protection, tsk tsk tsk." The figure shakes his head.

The two finished the pie after another five silent minutes, only interrupted by Fraise's low humming. Looking around, Deton saw the old man from before getting up and leaving, only to, a minute later, see Saraha come in.

"Come. The horses have rested and are well fed. We will have another stop in four hours if everything goes to plan." Without waiting for a response, the woman leaves again. Fraise and Deton both get up and head towards the carriage. Once inside, the vehicle starts moving again.

 

Darx's mind kicked into overdrive

"OH SHIT! THE WAY WE WENT, THERE'S A MURDERER, GET BACK!"

Emotions felt: FEAR courage

Darx pulls out 10 pieces of paper and his pen, his mind racing thinking of all the things that he could cast to protect him.


Here are the actions queued btw

With his body acting on his own, he writes a vanish rune onto one paper, intending to give it to the woman

a writes a woosh rune on two papers

a force field rune on one paper

and writes a spiritual weapon rune onto one paper, activating it to summon a runic bow with runic arrows


5 papers on hand

 

I'll keep watching the scenery, but after some time decide to take a nap