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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 3, 2021 9:31:07 GMT -6
zavijah:
The sun rose as it has any other given day when the mist lingers heavily against the ground. . . she was carving into the bones gathered from previous hunts. . . .vertebrae, small bones, for as small as they were, bone talismans such as these are perfect for explosive talismans or talismans to add more force into her movements. . .whether offensive or merely to give more momentum in movement.
The large elder tree she had taken residence within, twas much larger than the tree she teaches Kira within, though where it is, the smaller tree is within a saver grove. . . This tree, similar to the other, she had set talismans up to protect the tree, itself. . . she did not want anyone unwanted approaching the tree so easily. . . approaching the tree would not be easy to the ill prepared.
This was when she she felt the touch of one unfamiliar? . . .rather, someone hath found one of the talismans. . .she frowned, before standing up to investigate. she gathered the finished talismans and stowed them away, before moving towards the location of the talisman touched. . .
Whomever hath touched the talisman, would be experiencing an sensory overload of the eyes. . . She needs to see how she needs to deal with the intruder. . .does she know them, and does she need to use a stench bomb apon them? or worse? . . . the great thing about unseen stench bombs, the assumption is there is a 'skunk on steroids' that lives here. . .
Better than them discovering the tree, itself.
The talisman discovered would appear as though it was made of a semi precious stone, bamboo jasper, even. The shape was akin to that of a ring of stone with a singular point extended downwards, as if they were shortened throwing knives. . .
The 'fuller' of the extended portions being concaved while the edge and ring housing ornate carvings. The quality of the craftsmanship was very high. . . Every cut was with purpose, even machinery has difficulty obtaining the level of detail within the carvings, along with how polished the stone looked. Smooth to the touch, small, perhaps from a distance meant to be mistaken as leaves caught within spiderweb, if not merely another leaf on the trees around. . . . Yet they seemed to be rather reinforced for such dainty stone carvings. As if breaking them would prove to be a challenge.
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Post by luscen on Dec 3, 2021 16:18:23 GMT -6
Casmir felt he had a fairly good grasp on the lay of the land, where the Jagged Tooth Mountains were concerned; having had little to go on when he'd originally come here looking for his "Maneater," he'd done some bar-hopping, spent an afternoon scouring some forums, and had even made some phone calls to a few "journalists," inquiring about legends of the mysterious "mountain devil." But any details had been scarce- there was a mountain, there was a "devil" purported to live there, and said creature had a penchant for causing anyone who wandered the mountains carelessly to mysteriously disappear without a trace. So, lacking in any reliable leads, he'd resorted to investigating the area the old-fashioned way.
All the signs suggested some form of government interference; a gag order, of sorts, enacted by an organization that didn't want this Super found. That coincided with the Osprey's testimony, and Casmir didn't like the implications: a maneater was a maneater, after all. Vampires and werewolves, while fond of humans, had the capacity to control themselves. There were those who could resist their more base instincts, who didn't mingle too freely with human society, kept themselves in check. So he could understand methods to rehabilitate and integrate them with society via a law enforcement's various social programs, at least.
But then there were the others- the Wendigo, the Rakshasa, and Kumiho. These were the true maneaters, whose very nature was to feast on the flesh of men. A nature no amount of therapy or progressive techniques would ever change; it'd be like asking a sparrow to swim or a flounder to fly. That this organization was protecting such a thing, rather than dealing with it properly...
It was funny, then, how time changed things. While Casmir was still not approving of the methods and means that the WDSA had chosen to take with regards to Marchelute, after having met the Djinn himself he'd have to consider himself something of a hypocrite. Not only was he working in tandem with this paranormal law enforcement agency, not only had he decided to help the demon of the mountain rather than kill him, but he'd even relented and allowed a true maneater, Sjira's pocket Wendigo, to continue existing.
Adversity, it seems, truly did make for strange bedfellows.
At the moment, however, Casmir put aside his reminiscing for more pressing concerns: a peculiar phenomenon on the edge of the forest had caught his attention, near the foot of one of the three volcanoes that served as the Jagged Tooth Mountains. His Eye, a relic that allowed him to perceive things ordinary humans could not, had taken measure of strange energy signatures peppered around the surrounding foliage. What their effect was, however, he was unsure of. Following the trail had left him concerningly disoriented, much like setting foot in a Faerie Circle. Yet the ambient magics of the frolicking fae were not present here- it seemed more natural than that, which only made things more difficult to deal with. He'd managed to find the first of these "markers," picking it up and examining it to see some very skilled stonework, and curious runic symbols carved within.
Or, what he'd thought were runic symbols: on first glance, they bore a passing similarity to Norse and Celtic script, but he was unfamiliar with the icons etched into the surface of the stone. With a bemused frown, Casmir traced a gloved hand over the carvings, wondering over who had placed them there, and why. Given the sudden conundrum he'd found himself in, the Hunter felt it was to ward off any curious hikers. But from what, was the question.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 3, 2021 18:17:06 GMT -6
The 'runes' mistaken were far from the celtic knots of runic scribes. . . The carvings indicated more of a Maori like form, yet they were foreign. The edge apon touch would although be very thin, it was not sharpened. carefully rounded off and polished around the edge to almost give a translucent halo around the thin rim of this 'point'.
zavijah:
Approaching the area, she frowned. A familiar blonde has stumbled apon one of the talismans. She sighed. . . .studying him for the moment. . .on one hand, hes affected, yet hes drawn to the talismans. . . He can't see aura, yet similar to how 'magic' is just a foreign energy in her eyes, perhaps aura was similar to him? She sighed. . . carefully stepping along the branches before dropping down behind him. . . about an arm's length and a half away. . .
" I would not advise trifling with those, Hunter Casmir. Having one false eye is far enough." she stated. "Is there a reason you ventured far from the valley of stone?" she asked. Her guard was up, yet she gave no indicator of anticipating to start a fight-perhaps a natural state of being for the swordsman, rather than being of a relaxed state. She had donned apon her a elk cloak, the antlers were carved similarly ornately as the stone within the blonde hunter's hand. . .yet held a different purpose. No weapon is visible on her person nor near by.
To the special gaze of the blood red eye, what fair amount of strange energy was from the stone, was deafeningly condensed within the swordsman. as if this energy was so dense, it could almost be tangent. . . like the difference between seeing water, and seeing a starkly opaque rock. A stark difference between being within the miasma of the warehouse and not.
If she had anything 'activated' or 'in use' it would be very difficult to deduce. Though it did seem as though something attached to her stash around her hip was restraining something.
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Post by luscen on Dec 4, 2021 7:07:07 GMT -6
Casmir had his revolver out the moment he'd heard the body dropping to the ground- the diminutive creature before him was dressed in elk skin, the prongs stretching up from the skull bearing similar markings as the ones the talisman bore.
'One mystery solved, then,' the Hunter mused, though he didn't lower the gun. A pair of intense, old eyes gazed back at him from beneath the shadows of the elk's head, even though the face seemed young. Or perhaps "ageless" was a better choice of words. Casmir had seen eyes like that, a few times: his brief encounter with Queen Mab, of the court of the Fae came to mind, but this being was no faerie. She was no elf, nor dwarf, either, though she seemed to bear some surface similarities with them. Quite what she was, the blonde wasn't quite sure.
What he was sure of, however, was the heavy cloak of magic that hung around her person. While perhaps not as pronounced as either Koji's or Atol's, it was still dense, and the light emanating from the talisman he clutched in his hand bent towards her. Perhaps a shard or thread of her own power had gone into making it. Either way, it would be dangerous to underestimate her, simply because she was not visibly threatening him.
"I see you were listening with the throw rug made his greetings," Casmir commented evenly. "You a friend of his? Some consultant for the WDSA, then? Is that why you were at the warehouse?"
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 4, 2021 13:59:16 GMT -6
zavijah:
She hummed in thought as she studied his movements. . . Fear, perhaps?. . . She picked from the draw of his 'gun'. Yet she did not react nor move to defend herself from the weapon. The reason is unclear. . .". . . . Perhaps you fear what is to play should you answer my question, then?. " she asked.
He was one to demand answers much faster than to answer questions. " . . . .I will answer your questions when you answer mine, hunter Casmir. . . . Though I do strongly advise releasing the stone if you intend on drawing or even using your weapon." She stated. She did not want to have to pull the guardian from the hunter nor the reverse. . . She was not keen on the concept of patching any wounds up at the moment on this day, either. Tis even worse should he hold fast and not see the guardian attack. . . seeing he continues to clutch onto the talisman. . .
"Why have you wandered this far in away from the valley of stone? " she asked.
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Post by luscen on Dec 11, 2021 20:26:07 GMT -6
Casmir briefly eyed the stone carving in his hand, while keeping the diminutive creature within view. "Is that so?" he replied, though his tone lacked its usual sardonic tendencies. Despite the warning, he kept his weapon levelled at her; from what he recalled, she could move quite fast, and he didn't want to be caught off-guard. Still, she gave a warning, and something told him it wasn't given as a means of deception, so he placed the fetish back down where he'd found it. For the moment, she could keep her enchantments.
"As for your question," he continued, watching her for any sign of errant movement. "I'm looking for something. I didn't notice this place the first time I was up on the mountain, and given the recent surge of anomalies, I wondered if a Warp was the cause. It seems as if I was mistaken, however." He gestured towards the illusion. "Now, why don't you tell me where you fit into all this? You came running the moment I picked up one of those talismans, and you were at the warehouse where the Warp was, but I don't recall running into you the last time I was trekking across here."
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 12, 2021 7:25:29 GMT -6
zavijah:
She watched and listened to the hunter. . . What could he be looking for? Though considering the amount of emphasis on the warped situation. . . She had a feeling she may have an idea. . .As the talisman was cast away from his grip, she studied him for abit longer before her gaze glanced above where the hunter stood . . .
"gearwe. . .wálá? hé sy áncyn ofhende ond firwitfull. (Enough. . .see? he is only lost and curious.)"
Tacks and clacks of wood would come to notice. . . what came off as branches merely scraping against eachother in the wind, should the hunter look- what he could not see was now visible to a short distance. . . although the illusion was still in effect- the guardians that take advantage of the illusion when those touch the talismans or wander too close were now visible. . .
If monkeys or humans could be long and twig like, this was accurate- except they seemed to be made of wood and branches rather than flesh and bone, thin-elongated limbs. . . . Spanish moss, leaves, and other hair or fur like plant material made up mane like structures around the mask like structures. . . covering most of their bodies save their limbs. fingers were long and woodlike, the masks they wore all differ, some had 3 holes, some had one, and some had two. . . from what it appeared, they even used primitive inks to decorate their masks; perhaps berries, blood, powdered stone, or other materials.
Yet non of them bore any of the carvings that would suggest she made them. . . rather, the carvings are so simplistic, it did not follow the patterns or habits of either talisman nor antler from what the hunter has witnessed thus far. . . she did not make them. . . she cant make woodland spirits inhabit where she has claimed, but she knows she can evict them from this new 'safe haven' of theirs should they disregard her.
They seemed to regard both hunters. . . before retreating back into the trees. . . .
She waited until he was done speaking before answering his questions. ". . . .This is merely my front door. . . " she replied rather frankly, glancing back towards the hunter. "To answer your questions, I am not affiliated with the WSDA. . .I am allied with them but hath no official ties to them. I was present at the 'warehouse' due to seeing how disrupted the land appeared. . . something of that amount of disregard to the fabric of this realm will end in its destruction should it continue. . . . I knew not of his capture. . . .I doubt he would consider himself 'friends' or 'allies' with myself, though we are not on hostile terms. . . This I hath set up, for seeing that he has been captured, those who need his protection the most will be left vulnerable" outside of it just being near the volcano she lives inside of- not that hunter Casmir needs to know. . ". . . .I will not enter his homestead, but I will do what I can to protect his kin. " she replied.
"And yes, I came 'running' towards you. . . I grew tired of watching you wandering in circles, and should you have wandered off with the talisman, they would of taken your eyes as payment. . . .They latched onto my loathing for thieves when they moved in. . ." she stated. She sure as hell did not want to tell him too many details of the talismans. . . hes already figured out one function of them, but divulging anymore details to someone she does not know, was not wise. Though, tis not entirely untrue. . . . the guardian really does not like thieves. . . just the woodland spirits whom took form of the wooden bodies also inherited this . . .just the Guardian would of simply retrieved the talisman and threw him out. . . the woodlands would of taken 'payment'. . .
"Nao, what is the name of the ancestral shadow that was pulled from you? You and him are one in the same, but due to this fracture apon you, you both can express your personalities separate from each other. . . " she asked.
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Post by luscen on Dec 15, 2021 4:42:04 GMT -6
Casmir's brow lowered slightly at the small woman's strange words. Before he could reply, however, the Hunter took notice of the subtle shift in what he thought was the wind blowing through the trees; the scrape of branches and leaves and altered its rhythm, becoming more distinct in its movement. Casmir risked looking up, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of a troop of monkey-like creatures crafted out of wood and moss, their masked faces leering down at him from a number of angles.
Keeping his weapon pointed at the runt, Casmir looked up at the horde, raising his free hand and showing it empty. "Ic nâteðæshwôn hêronfôn êower déorwyrðnes*," he stated boldly. His voice echoed through the twisted treeline, resounding across the timber. Casmir wasn't entirely sure what they were, just that they were neither golem nor fae, as far as he could tell. He'd rather not resort to force here, as he didn't have time to waste clearing out a pack of angry packrats, so hopefully simply expressing his disinterest in taking their trinket would suffice.
If not, he'd have to be quick and concise with his spell scrolls and runes. The iron rounds in his belt would hopefully come in handy, as well.
(* "I'm not here to steal your toy," translated from Old English.)
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 15, 2021 8:41:45 GMT -6
The wooden figures did turn around to consider the blonde's words. . . and with the strange clack of wood? no, words? amongst themselves, they seemed to believe the blonde human and continued to move on to leave him be.
zavijah:
Her eyes lit up ever so slightly, he spoke normal?? Of all the years of wandering, she has never encountered a human, no less, in a realm like this, from the city-state, who spoke normal. "unc understandan þys tunge? (you understand this tongue? )" she asked. "bi hwon tówunderlic.(how rare.)" she murmured. Technically the talisman was never the 'toy' of the woodland spirits whom inhabit those wooden bodies. . . though considering what has happened to them- she did not correct this assumption, either. . . .
She stood there in thought before sighing. . . "forgiefan mec. . . .sylfum fóta foreberan toeacan cringan toeacan þys tunge á sum beorhthwil.(forgive me. . . . self(used as I) would prefer to yield to this tongue for a moment. )" she nodded in a minor bow. There was chance that they could discuss these matters over food, considering it has been a couple of 'hours' during the time he has been wandering, she assumes. . . she knew not, but tis not easy to wander in circles and not eat something, or perhaps drink? then there was the matters they need to discuss. . . the matter of his aura, and the entire 'warped' situation at hand. There was also the potential he wanted out of this threshold as well. . . not an settling feeling to be ensnared within this threshold, but should he look to the ground and walk, he will be let out. . . if not get lured out by the guardian. . .She was at least able to get that thing to consider just leading out unwanted visitors. . .
"fóta unc foreberan fultom út þys þerscwald? ge gewéne andleofen? unc waes dwelsede gedwolfeer á fulgenihtsum sum hwiii.(would you prefer aid out (of) this threshold? or perhaps nourishment? you have wandered astray for quite a time.)" she offered.
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Post by luscen on Dec 23, 2021 7:04:34 GMT -6
"<Understand it enough,'>" Casmir replied, eying her askance. He was versed in several different languages: Gaelic, German, and English, alongside his native Polish. But as a matter of course for his studies in magic and esoteric writings, he could understand and speak Old English and Latin, as well. At least enough to hold a basic conversation, if nothing else. So, if this undersized swordsman wished to converse for a brief period in what seemed to be her native tongue, then it would not bother the Hunter to indulge her, for the moment.
Besides, he'd rather she not decide to call the barrel of monkeys back.
"<Help would be nice,>" he continued, holstering his weapon for the moment. <"Food, perhaps,"> the blonde added, after a brief consideration. He had been out here for a time; the twisting of the trees threw off his sense of direction, alike to a Faerie's Circle, yet at the same time, not. And while he had some rations in his pocket to get by with, Casmir knew that some Supers had a sense of protocol to them- Faeries liked their games, sphinx their riddles, and other spirits their offerings of wine or food. Refusing her would likely do him more harm than good, at the moment.
"<Why do you want to know about my spirit?>" he replied, a mild tick of his eyebrow conveying his opinion on Mahu; the Egyptian's own presence was rather grating: one moment being conversational, the next being quiet and withdrawn. Casmir wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that Rhys' gift might have had something to do with it. He noticed that the entity seemed to become uncomfortable and taciturn whenever the Hunter was "playing with shadows," as he called it.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 23, 2021 12:30:44 GMT -6
zavijah:
she nodded. She noticed it was abit broken, but all in the same, she appreciated he was willing to humor her in this for the moment. She will go back to modern once they reach the first threshold. . "sylfum hast sume fýrgearwung innan sum alfæt. swá éaðe swá fyrderunga.(self*used as I* have some cooking in a cauldron. as well as provisions.)" she replied.
She gestured for him to follow, before heading towards the tree. . . . If he was not keen apon finding it, no harm can be had? unless he attempts to enter the second threshold. . . then she will have a burning human corpse to deal with. . . assuming she cant put him out fast enough. . . oi vey. . .
Turning around, to the blood red eye, he would catch a glimpse of something she attempted to hide. . .although muddled with what aura shes flooded her cloak with to try and obscure it. . . There was a distinct and rather angry red ring of magic. . . .burned onto her back- as if this was done by someone else. . . It was old, and seemed to find some level of balance within the one born of no magic. . . yet it was very wrong. . . This was someone else's doing. . . one not affiliated with the warp. . .
apon the question, she was quiet for a moment, as if trying to find the words. . . before speaking up. "sylfum bióm ne hwæs uppan þys dafenian ceorlfolc andgiet. sylfum wálá unc búte swá beháwian swá unc wálá sé bēamas ymbutan unc. (self*used as I* am not keen apon this becoming common knowledge. self*used as I* see both of you, as clearly as you see the trees around you. )" she stated.
As they traveled-should he follow, the trees seemed to shift more so around. even sounds from a distance seemed to become altered as they walk by a different kind of talisman. . .yet those close enough seemed unaffected by this new talisman that is scattered within the thicket along with the one the hunter found.
"unc búte fristmearc ne steall innan þys droht.(you are not stable in this condition.)" by now, the smell of meats and other stew like smells seemed to linger within the air. . . . before like walking through an invisible wall, the illusion seemed to stop. . .
The great large tree, housing the intricate carvings of the swordsman, even carved into as if it was a home of sorts. . . was plainly there to see. . . the base was huge. . . could house a car or two within it, and it was tall. . . winding and yet old. . . parts of it seemed to have been altered, or carved into, some of which altered by different means. but it was a large tree in a small clearing. . .
The items, hanging hides and meats, clay pots, baskets, tools, were all arranged in a neat manner, as if there was no hurry nor rush. . . everything was in their place in an orderly manner. scraps of stone, jade, and jaspers, and other simi precious stones, were within a bucket. . . for what use, was not known. inside of the door going into the tree, was not clear, many strands of beads of jade, as well as a large elk's hide draped the opening. . . . blocking the view. but outside was seats around the fire, some tools, a side table of sorts formed and carved from an large and exposed root. . . and of course, the drying meats, the dried meats, and the cauldron cooking.
Just outside of the tree, was a sorts of covered area, where some meats were hung, and a fire was going with a cauldron placed ontop of it. . . stones acting as the stands while the fire roared from beneath . . . .yet the tree and roots within that area seemed unaffected by the fire. . .
"I can't claim I can aid you with the foreign energy that effects you . . . magic, I assume . . .im not one born of magic. . . But I can aid you in stabilizing your aura. . . .So your body does not react so viscerally as it does when the both of you fight for control." she continued.
" . . and should the magic fade or falter. . . he whom is of this time, will once more be the sole master of your body. . . . .the other will fade back into its natural slumber. . . though, tis up to you. . . .It will not kill either of you regardless of your choice. . . .Though I do not believe you will faint as often apon the battlefield should we stabilize your aura. " she stated, glancing back towards the hunter.
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Post by luscen on Dec 27, 2021 8:51:26 GMT -6
The white-haired dwarf brushed past Casmir, prompting him to follow. His eyes were drawn to the crimson haze glaring starkly against the dark skin of the halfling's back; brief though the glimpse was, Casmir was certain it was a curse brand, though he could discern little more than that before the flap of her elk-skin cloak obscured it from view. The Hunter wondered about that, but until his "guide" saw fit to elaborate on it, he would say nothing.
"<Interesting trick,>" Casmir commented, in response to her statement that she could see his soul. Or, souls, as it were. He'd heard about those with that ability, though it was reputedly rare; "Soul Reading," it was known as. He'd never come across any individuals able to do it, himself, but if she was truly able to see such things...
'The daughter of Bes claims to see Ba?' a familiar voice broke Casmir's line of thought, causing the Hunter's expression to darken. 'Perhaps she is a disciple of Osiris, instead? A very interesting creature, nonetheless.'
'Were you planning on asking her out on a date?' the Hunter growled, feeling rather than seeing Mahu's bemused expression. He followed his undersized usher through the invisible barrier, a feeling like walking through a waterfall washing over him. Once the obstruction had been cleared, Casmir's eyes beheld the halfling's sanctuary, taking in the size of the tree, the smell of cured meats, and the elaborate wooden carvings, all nestled comfortably within a wooden clearing. A wave of nostalgia struck him rather unexpectedly; it reminded him of his mentor Roland's home. The Old Bear was a mountain man by nature, and while he'd crafted his house of logs rather building it into the base of a tree, the mood of the place was quite similar. No doubt he would have liked this place.
Casmir mentally shook himself out of his reverie. "I don't have time for that, right now," he said aloud, switching back to English himself. While being rid of his bothersome "house guest" had its merits, Casmir neither knew or trusted this woman enough to let her go rummaging around in his person, even to get rid of the Egyptian. Besides, Mahu had fought Atol on the Mage's level, hadn't he? And without magic, at that. If he could do it, perhaps he could help Casmir do so, as well. There was also the matter of what he'd done with the dagger, a feat the Hunter himself had been unable to repeat, despite his best efforts.
"I'm sure I can keep myself from fainting, if it comes to that," Casmir continued, following her to the door of her home. "Besides, what business of that is yours?" His tone was neither accusing nor suspicious. Rather, he simply was not sure why this small freebooter seemed concerned with his current state of psychosis.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Dec 27, 2021 10:10:01 GMT -6
zavijah:
She more or less studied him as he spoke. . . .especially now that her focus was back apon the hunter. Perhaps trying to find the words, or simple patience. It was not known. Regardless of the reasons, she waited until he was done before she finally spoke up.
"Tis much as my business as these particular woods are yours. . . ." she replied. She was not going to inform him the area was particularly impregnated with her aura. . .a side effect- would not kill him, though should be become aware, may not make the hunter feel at ease either- well any more than he is at the current moment. . . did not seem to notice it when he first wandered into the threshold. Not his business to learn of any further what she can or cannot do. . . .
" Interesting you had plenty of time to wander in circles. . . yet non to replenish yourself of strength nor energy. " she sighed. No wonder he fainted. She moved to retrieve two bowls and a single spoon. . . she placed a bowl with a spoon, both clean, where he could grab should he choose to change his mind, before scooping some of the stew out for herself with the ladle within the cauldron. She needed to eat something anyways. . .
She than sat herself where she faced the hunter once again. "I offered this merely to aid. Being one whom has far too many years in such issues as this? It can only benefit in the undoing what the warp hath done to offer aid to those we fight side by side with as allies. I will not force your hand in this, as I will not force you to eat. . . . Though, should you faint again, I will merely carry you to safety were you will not be eaten." she shrugged, taking a quiet sip of the broth from the stew.
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Post by luscen on Jan 3, 2022 18:22:13 GMT -6
Casmir took the bowl and spoon, discreetly gaging their craftsmanship- they were smooth and polished, well-varnished and free of any physical deformity. No magic he could see lay upon them, and as the woman had taken the first bite, he decided to follow suite, ladling some of the stew into his own bowl- it was rich and hearty, a fine brown broth that smelled of simmered meat and earthy vegetables, and once again it made him feel nostalgic.
"I'm not entirely sure you could carry me, unless you've got a live elk on hand you can throw me onto," Casmir replied, sitting down at the table across from her. "That aside, for all your talk of fighting as allies, you have yet to give me your name, or tell me how you've come to be here. Considering that you seem to know who I am, this puts me at a bit of a disadvantage..."
'You have a strange way of asking her about herself,' Mahu commented. 'Why are you dancing around the subject? Just ask her to duel you.'
Casmir almost choked on his spoonful of stew at that. 'I don't go around challenging people to fights,' he grimaced. 'Maybe that's how you did things, but it's a little different these days. We don't just punch people in the face to say "hello."'
He could hear Mahu's scoff. 'I didn't say "assault her," I said ask her to a duel.'
'Why? What's the point?' Casmir replied, growing more annoyed.
'A strange question,' Mahu answered,with what the Hunter felt was a shrug. 'She is a warrior, as are you. What better way is there for ones such as yourselves to become familiar with one another? Or can you not see the blades about her?'
'She has no blades,' Casmir replied, though even as he said it, something told him that wasn't quite true; he remembered she had drawn a number of weapons from beneath her other cloak back at the warehouse. And even if she could not do that, here, the way she carried herself bespoke a swordsman's poise.
None of that was important right now, however. 'I have to find traces of Marchelute's essence. They won't linger long; I can't afford to waste time with a sparring match.'
'A good duel is hardly time wasted,' Mahu snorted. 'Regardless, do as you will.'
Casmir grunted in reply, pushing his bowl to the side.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jan 3, 2022 21:20:00 GMT -6
zavijah:
She merely smiled when he seemed sure she could not carry him. . . before taking another sip from her soup. A wordless knowing smile. . . just because he was too tall for her to carry him on her back like a normal person- though if she carried him like a sheep, she can get away without dragging his feet. Just because he was tall, did not mean he was heavy. . .
Apon the notion of not knowing her name, the smile fell away as the more serious of questions seemed to emerge. . . "hmm. . . . I assumed my name had no importance in the matter. . . . " she replied. " . . .that perhaps it would only gain in worth after such things as a sparring match- or perhaps a match of Un'twae'. . . I digress. . . My name is zavijah, I am nothing more than a mere wanderer." she bowed.
". . . . perhaps the both of you should introduce yourselves as well. . . Though you may need to introduce him since his and you are still one to a point. . . " she replied after noting the hunter sputtering from whatever the other had said. . . . not that she would know, conversations between a former and a current cannot be heard by normal means. . . .
though as they conversed. . . she finished her bowl as they 'spoke' and watched . . . It was abit unsettling, perhaps telling of the there lack of social ques for it was not as though she was watching one person, but rather two people conversing one other. . . she could not hear either as they spoke amongst themselves within the hunter's head. . . .but, the tell was obvious. . her eyes merely watching the both of them. . .quietly. . .She waited until they seemed to be done conversing. . . ending in the hunter grunting. . .
"So. . . . .what purpose are you here for? If not for aid with the fractures within you. . . Yet you two argue as though you are siblings. . .What is it that you currently seek out, hunter Casmir? " she could not hear them, but the fluctuation between one another did not read off as peaceful in the since of a casual conversation. . . The random reactions, scowls and grunting did que into what sort of conversation they may of been having. . . . .That or Hunter Casmir was naturally this way.
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