Anonymous 2014/04/13 (Sun) 03:40 No. 179028 ▼
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[X] I have no desire to spend time with someone who wants me gone, but I still have business here.
-[X] One of your people is after the thief, and I'd like to get my stuff back eventually. I'll have to come back to get it.
-[X] As for this 'Hakurei', are you volunteering as interpreter? Otherwise going would be a waste of everyone's time.
-[X] To avoid violating the customs of your land, I will wait at edge of the forest for the one who chased the thief to return.
Also I used to have no idea what a ?satchel? is. But now i?sorta know. After a Wikipedia research.
So in a bit of an unimportant retcon, our Dovahkiin actually have a number of medium and small pouches attached to his belt, and he stored the Azura Star inside a larger one resembling a fanny pack on his back. Try to imagine if Batman's utility belt was made in the medieval era.
"Alright, fine! I get it! You don't like me!"
You shouted at the woman that is currently walking away from you, who proceed to not slowing down her pace even one bit, as if she doesn't even recognize your existence, or at least, is trying really hard to ignore you.
"I too have no desire to spend any amount time with someone who is so obviously wants me gone!."
Well, at least now you remember how to use your tongue.
"But unfortunately I still have business here! That blonde thief stole something of mine, and one of your people, the silver haired one?!"
The red haired woman suddenly stops on her track.
"-she chased after her! And in the chance that she will come back with my possession, I'm going to wait here! Whether you like it or not! Unless, of course, since I would need to get my stuff back eventually, you want me to come back here at later date and pick it up, which I assume you don't."
The woman spins around, now facing you. Her expression, unexpectedly, is not that of an angry person?strangely, she now looks?hesitant? Like a child wondering whether or not to open that jar of candy their mother had left on top of the shelf.
"And then, I'll try to go to these ?Hakurei? people you mentioned, but since I most likely have broken some sort of taboo without even knowing it?well, alright, maybe the undead rain was a bit unnecessary, but that one wasn't even entirely my fault! My brother did that on a whim!"
At the mention of the term ?brother?, the woman raised an eyebrow.
"-But my point still stands! I'm a stranger lost in a stranger land, without knowing even the basic of its language! I managed to offend you, even when I'm actually capable of speaking the same language as you! I have this feeling that if I try to meet with these Hakurei people, I'm going to get into a lot of trouble, so please..!"
You give yourself a moment to catch your breath and calm your voice
? ?Tell me what I did wrong."
You wait for what seems like an eternity, until the woman takes a deep, highly audible breath.
"Come here." the woman said to you, while making a matching hand gesture with her hand.
No, the words weren't simply ?said?. Maybe it is because she said it in dragon tongue, but you find yourself to be unable to resist her order.
You walk past the broken gate, and now you are again inside the premise of the crimson castle. You continue to walk until you again come face to face with the woman.
You look at the woman's face. It looks conflicted. You can see her lips contracting asymmetrically, and her eyes are unfocused, looking left, right, up, down, anywhere but your face.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blows past your face, forcing you to close your eyes. When you open your eyes again, your sight is locked by a close-up view of a fist.
Wow. This woman is fast.
"No. Not you." The woman said, lowering her fist. "It is not you."
You look again at the woman's face. She has her head down in a way that makes her bang covering her eyes, making it hard to read any emotion from her.
You feel a hand grabbing and shaking your shoulder.
"You've done nothing wrong. Not even when you dropped an army of undead on my face. That's normal around here. Not even when you didn't follow Spell Card rule against that witch. it's just that?looking at you, hearing you using the?the voice, and even the very act of speaking this language, here, right now? it makes me? it brings back?I?"
Her voice stuttered. And the mention of the normality of undead army makes you can't help it but wonder more about this place you've been dropped in.
"-it's unpleasant." She finally said. But the way she said it makes you uncertain that that was the word she had intended to use.
"Well, I?" you want to say something, but immediately forget what you're about to say once the woman raises her head.
As you gaze upon those pair of blue orbs that she called ?eyes?, gleaming slightly under the sun from the excess of watery substance we called ?tears?, you realize that you are looking at a sea of emotion you recognized as supposed to be belonging to a broken, old warrior.
Sadness, disappointment, feeling of betrayal, anger, disdain, feeling of lost, loneliness, and the futility of life, all mixed up to create a shell of one, tired woman.
Looking more closely, you can see a lot of hints of experiences and marks of ancientness etched to the woman body. Her muscles are defined, as if made of hardwood, her fine skin that you can see from her sleeveless vest and torn pants is covered with dozens of tiny scars, suggesting she's been wounded and healed multiple times during the course of at least a decade?or a century.
The woman releases her hand from your shoulder, and uses the same hand to discreetly wipe her eyes.
"Just?go, okay? Please." The woman said to you, sounds more pleading than anything else.
You don't know why, but looking at the woman's face, you can't help but agreed.
And once again, you forget how to use your tongue.
? I'll? I'll? leave now, if that would?help."
The woman shakes her head vigorously, making her red, flame-like hair shakes like the ocean's wave. When you finally can see her face clearly again, she's smiling. A very warm smile. A smile that seems to be belonged to someone who had never experienced a feeling of sadness nor anger, a high contrast on what you've seen of her before.
"It would. Thanks."
You start to walk towards the gate.
"Just wait outside of the gate for now. I'll talk to my colleague about your thing. You wouldn't even be able to talk to her, correct?"
"Ah?" you spin around, making an eye contact with the woman. "Err?no I wouldn't. That?that would be very helpful. I would appreciate that. Thank you."
"it's a large pouch, about this big." you make a rectangle in the air with your hand.
The woman nods and waves at you. Her back straight, her head deliberately tilted, and she has this big, ear-to ear grin plastered on her face. Your memory of her crying face just literally seconds ago, however, make this into one of the most jarring thing you have ever seen. Something just feels?off.
You wait for what seems to be an entire day near the front gate of the castle, leaning against the wall under a bronze placates that, if you could read it, would probably read as ?Koumakan? or whatever this manor is called.
The sky is already painted with a hint of orange when you see the silver haired woman flying across the lake alongside a contingent of winged children.
They are flying in a wedge formation, forming three large triangles that are flying towards the castle gate in a very respectable speed. One of these days you wish to make such formation with your dragon army, though you know it would be near impossible endeavor, considering dragons are fundamentally not a social creature. You have never been able to convince more than ten of them to fly together, let alone make a battle formation of that magnitude.
As they fly over the castle's gate, you accidentally locked your sight with the silver haired woman. You lazily wave at her and flash a smile, but she looks at you only for the slightest of moment before returning her gaze to front, favoring to see where she is going instead of bothering herself with you.
Hmm. Pale eyes. Interesting.
You wait until the sky darkened a bit more before the red haired woman comes out from the gate and approaches you.
"You have a problem?
Of course nothing is ever that easy.
"What is it?"
"My colleague did not intend to become a thief. So, the only things she brings back are books stolen from our library, and only those."
"What happened to my stuff, though?"
"Well, she did found a leather pouch of considerable size alongside the witch's loot, but the witch said that it belongs to her?"
"And your friend believed her, and then just gave it away?"
"Please understand that she had no reason to care at the time. Your belonging is not the property of the Koumakan. And Izayoi?"
She stops for a moment, thinking for the right word to use.
? ?let's just say, she is very attached to her job."
You wake yourself away from the wall, walk past the woman, to the edge of the lake, and sighed.
"So?the thief still has my stuff."
"Yes." The woman answered simply.
Below the sky that has begun to darken, you stand firmly at the edge of the now pitch black lake, and gaze upon the ominous forest across.
"Welp. Guess it's time for some forced repossession, then."
"Do you intend to go inside the forest?"
"Then I recommend you to consider visiting the village first. You look?underequipped, if I may say. And the forest is full of dangerous creatures, especially at night, so you also might want to consider waiting until sunrise."
"I can't even speak the language. What I'm supposed to do when I reach the village?"
"I'm sure you'll figure something out. Your people?"
"-are supposed to be resourceful, yes?"
You can't help but notice the slightest hint of disdain in her voice when she said those words, especially apparent at the word ?resourceful?. She sounded rather sarcastic, but it could be just your ears.
"Alright?thank you. I'll consider it. So?"
"No need to say anything. Just go." She said with a smile that seems so genuine you can't help it but smile back.
"Err?alright then?I'll be going now?I guess."
You are just about to start walking along the edge of the lake, before you realize that you have forgotten something rather important.
"May I know your name?"
The woman responds to your question, again, with a genuinely warm smile.
"Knowing each other name will bear an attachment. So I must apologize, but I cannot tell you my name, ad you should not tell me you name."
"Very well, then."
You and the woman wave goodbye at each other, and you start to walk, considering your options along the way.
As you walk alongside the lake, now mirroring the shine of early evening moon, your acute hearing catches the almost inaudible mumbles of the red haired woman behind you, again in a language that you don't understand.
This language, however, is not the language she used the first time you met, or neither was it the language she used to order the army of winged children. No, this is an entirely different language, similar to the one she used before, but different. More archaic? more?ancient. But since you can't understand it, and thus would not be able to get any useful information anyway?you decide to ignore it.
?my little Talos?
[ ] Go into the forest.
[ ] Get supplies/stay the night at the village.
Meta option. feel free to ignore.
[ ] Suddenly, Remilia.