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Post by ★|Sayu on Feb 4, 2018 13:31:07 GMT -7
Rauj leaves the Inn first, with Dethrial in tow. The two take in the afternoon air. A warm breeze is sweeping through the cool streets of the rather remarkably populated city.
The scent of sweetbread and other assorted baked goods fills the street as the bakery is hard at work drawing in customers. In fact, there is a bit of a line forming out of the modest shoppe. There are no signs of any trouble from the thugs who visited the Inn just a little while ago.
Finally out of the Inn the two decide where to head next.
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Post by Slone Halcourt on Feb 6, 2018 10:18:43 GMT -7
Dethrial takes in the busy city street and watches various people go by is all sorts of outfits and notices the bakery first by smell and then the line of hungry patrons. Looks like they were bluffing...thank god. Dethrial then turns to his companion and tries to read him as he seemed eager to go. "Do you want to pick up anything before we go to the academy or are we going to head straight there?" Dethrial pauses for a moment and then eyes J's totem "Is that thing really heavy and what's it made out of? Aside from that I know this is kinda a sensitive topic but can you give me a name other that just 'J' to call you...it just seems disrespectful to call you that." Dethral pauses to watch a few armed people walk by and then turns his attention back to J for an anwser and then asks "So, did you want to hear more of that story or wanna talk about anything on our way there?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 13:03:54 GMT -7
Rauj yawns as he leaves the inn, he couldn’t really call his rest a good one after all, and to his disdain, it wasn’t quite night yet. He shrugs and sighs, but perks up immediately as he catches the wafting smells of the bakery a bit down the way. He notes the hustle and bustle, despite the time, and smirks. “Bluffing. Typical.” The smells were tempting though, and with the sheer length of the line, he had half a mind to check it out himself. His mind drifted towards how much the place must make and how much it saves by remaining modest. “Based on the amount of customers even at this time, they could definitely get a classier place… then again…” Crap. He pushed the thoughts away. He was thinking business again. He needed to stay on track. “Note to self. Stop by sometime.” He says audibly smirking rather devilishly this time and nodding in approval.
“Alright, so… lessee… Since they seem to have gone back to the academy and not returned yet, I do have a bit of time… lets see what kinda mess I can get into…” He looks around, getting his bearings a bit better. “I definitely should locate the business districts… that’s where the most info would be. Even in passing we’re bound to hear a few rumors or something…” His train of thought is then interrupted by the towering Alv behind him, just as he is thinking of the answer to the first, a second is asked, then a third, and with a slight pause, a fourth. The thief slowly cranes his head as the questions pour out with odd pauses riddled throughout. He looks directly at his current companion, wide-eyed and both eyebrows raised. Rauj gives a moment of pause, rather amused with Dethrial’s awkward flow of questions. The first and last were oddly detached from the middle two. After confirming the Alv was at an ACTUAL pause for questions at the moment, the thief chuckles lightly as he too begins crowd watching… Though for likely much different reasons than his companion. Under his visor Rauj watches targets walk by, identifying which would be best to score a bit of loose change off of, as he begins to chat. “Heh, you sure are curious aren’t ya. Eh. Much to be expected I suppose.” He diverts his attention for a moment watching a particular pretty rouge strut by as he continues. “Firstly. I do want to check out the business district here, see if there’s a smithy or even an enchanter in case we need them…” He trails off, inwardly he thinks, “Honestly I want to go restock a bit, but I definitely can’t drag this ‘knight’ to the types of places I’d like to hit… I could use a few more lock-picks… some enchanted ones at that, and maybe a few materials for some explosives…” But he continues outwardly, “…Might as well get a better grasp of our resources here, since it seems we may be staying for a bit at least. In relation to that, we should set up a base of operations. This place just isn’t fit for it. We just all fell under some-kind of ‘influenced sleep’ spell and we couldn’t even determine it’s source. That’s unsettling to say the least. Either the entire place was under a spell, IS under a spell, or at the very least was targeted directly by one. Either way, the place is no good.” He goes back to general crowd watching, only focusing on what he feels are ‘good targets.’ “…Information is important too, we’re gonna need another source; especially since I have a feeling that the academy, while being a well-spring of info, is a bit too… What’s the word… grandstanding? Nah not quite… I mean its garnering too much attention, bad attention at that, I mean it definitely has its secrets, but with what happened the other day? I suspect there are quite a few more eyes on the overall area now… Somewhere a bit more low-key would be perfect… Besides, while we may get a bit more info on Winters there, I don’t think we’ll get much in regards to the See-Elfan… Then again… Seems they may even be directly involved. The shadier side of that academy that is. I wonder why exactly they were sending those spiders there… though if they’re as pissed as it sounds, Winters could be offed already.” He shrugs. “Ah well. Like I said, we’ll try to get situated, preferably somewhere else, and head towards the academy to see what’s up. Knowing the goat-boy he’s probably starting something at this very moment. Though I’d hope he’d have enough sense to keep his current only source of possible info accessible.” He rolls his eyes, knowing damn well the group as a whole had its well-spring of ‘problems’.
He notes his mouth getting ahead of his mind there, his intent perhaps revealing a bit too much of itself, and decides then would be a good time to move on to the next question, he shifts a bit uncomfortably, as his neck is still aching, as if someone attacked him in his sleep. “…As for the totem, not that heavy. Actually, kinda light. Not sure if its different for other people, but I don’t let em touch it too often, so I don’t worry about it.” He glances at Dethrial for a moment and seems to consider the next question, but shrugs saying “Eh. I don’t find it that disrespectful. Hell, might even adopt it.” He looks back towards the crowd as he finishes the statement, then begins to walk towards the business district, turning back and calling out towards the Alv as he waves him to come along. “By all means, go on with your story. We’ve got some time I think.”
(Wandering pickpocket time, as we head towards the next P.O.I.~)
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Post by Slone Halcourt on Feb 7, 2018 23:52:42 GMT -7
Dethrial pauses for a moment and watches J rub his neck and follows his eyes scan crowd as J talks. Dethrial gives a huff and crosses his arms as J talk about visiting the bakery later. "Let's focus on the problem at hand and I'm not quite sure it's not polite to stare at that woman's ass even if she was doing it on purpose." Dethrial then laughs a bit and adjusts his pack. "I'm sure that I'm not the kind of person you normally run with but I have a lot of different skills that could be useful. I also agree that a sleep spell of that magnitude that also sent you to some sort of other world has left me a bit paranoid, and as for a new BO you'll be in charge of that." Remembering the other alvs words made him grimace "I knew better to think anything good could come out of that academy the air there smelled of lies and secrets...of course I'm speaking figuratively. Just places that gaudy can't be up to anything good, and I may have a way in if someone still remembers me." Dethrial scans the crowd for any guards or any shifty looking individuals, J then pulls his attention by answering his questions albeit not like he wanted and leaving him with a sort of tricked feeling.
"Hmmm, do you think I could call you Rin? You remind me of him quite a bit, if that's okay." After J's anwser Dethrial clears his throat and then goes over the story quickly in his head "Okay, I made a small mistake when I told the beginning of the story and started to early and messed up a little bit...It's a bit hard to say what's in my head and translate it to you. The boy's father was the king of the demons, Halstot a creature reviled so much that all good things are against him but some how he fell for a mortal woman and though some miracle or disaster she loved him back and conceived a pair of twins. The first child had jet back hair like his father and the fangs and tail of a demon with the beautiful blue eyes and pale skin of his mother but the second one appeared completely normal. Sadly the birth cost to woman her life and her children were care for by her older bother who was a demon hunter but conldn't find it in his heart to kill first child. So, he with the help of others the brother could trust they sealed away the boys demonic power in a powerful sword and hid it away making him appear mortal as raised them as their father. The man quickly grew to love his new sons and would pledge his life to protecting them. As the boys grew up they found they also had the power to see demons and eventually wanted to join their father in his work." Dethrial paused for a moment to see if J and any questions.
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Post by ★|Sayu on Feb 9, 2018 18:50:13 GMT -7
Dethrial and Rauj continue their conversations as they casually walk down the streets heading towards a more suitable district. Along the way Rauj occasionally bumps past a person or another in the busy street. No one, especially not dethrial, seems to notice his hand brush by random peoples sides or his fingers occasionally latching on to a piece of string here and there. In fluid and unnoticed motions he bags some coins, purses, and wallets here and there and before too long he's amassed some halfway credible loot.
While the two of them converse, Rauj and Dethrial spy a rather out of place woman standing on the edge of a street. She seems to be looking about the place trying to come to a decision. To Rauj this is a great warning sign to stop picking pockets for now - almost as alarming as a plate full of meat and no condiments. Dethrial however immediately recognizes the womans aura. Her long hair, pristine armor, and great statue reflect someone similar to his own ideals. A Knight of some sorts, and not just any if he were to guess by the stares of awe people passing by are giving her. Whoever she is, she is important, and also lost.
After a brief moment she notices the two walking in her general direction and her interest seems to be piqued.
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Post by ☆|Dazai on Feb 9, 2018 22:25:45 GMT -7
Gods where did that man say to go again? A right on this street? Ismay sighs in irritation, as she desperately attempts to get her bearings over the sound of the bustling street. She had asked the shop owner for directions to the Academy, but things obviously weren’t working out. Either the Knight misheard him or she couldn’t follow instructions. Both were rarities in her case, yet this scene was a rarity indeed. Born and raised in this city, yet she struggled to find the Academy. Several pedestrians craned their necks as they passed by, seemingly knowing who she was, or perhaps who she was supposed to be.
A Knight of the Royal Order!
Here!
Hopelessly lost in Leirotuet before their very eyes!
Had Ismay been younger it would have embarrassed her, however she paid no heed. “Time to ask again,” she mutters to herself as she begins sifting through the crowds of people to find a suitable candidate. I need a guard or a… Her eyes locked onto two particular individuals that stood out. A mercenary and a knight, good! Her eyes light up slightly as she moves to speak with them.
Ismay greets the duo with a small smile upon nearing them. “Excuse me,” she says loud enough so she can be heard, “Do either of you happen to know where the Academy is here?” As Ismay waits for a reply, she becomes visibly intrigued with the alv’s foreign looking armor, as well as the other’s totem. What order is this? And what is that?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 23:27:27 GMT -7
Rauj chuckles at Dethrial's comment regarding the rouge who walked by, but it stops rather abruptly when he mentions not being the kind of person he usually runs with. He assumes that he means an Alv more for the Alv's sake than his own, though he knows what he means in the back of his mind... Even though thief doesn't remember doing anything alluding to said occupation around the towering Alv. Rauj rolls his eyes as he's drafted to take point on finding a new base "Course..." he grumbles, clearly regretting mentioning it, but relenting with a sigh, as he does recognize it would need to be him, the Alv, wouldn't know the area that well...
Rauj moves on ahead, 'moving' being the optimal word as he weaves his way through the ongoing traffic, hitting all the right targets as he 'gets some practice in'. When the Alv asks to call him Rin, the thief pauses, slipping a bit more coin away as someone bumps into him as a result, apologizing before responding. "It would probably be best if you don't, I don't know this Rin, but i'm sure we're pretty different. That and you tend to drift into your own world, i don't want you getting confused and talking to me as if you were talking to him. Out of respect for him, of course... J is fine. Short, simple, to the point." Dethrial then goes into his story as they continue along, the thief still working the crowd in his own way. He stops his deeds as the Alv finishes his story, and tries to connect the dots... "Interesting. A demonic sword and two bothers growing up to hunt demons like their actual father... huh. Sounds like the stage for an epic in and of itself. Demon trying to exorcise demons... Absurd and yet... Guess its a matter of can't judge a book by its cover, the village raises the child after all... One question though... What did any of that have to do with the Blue Raja?"
As he asks the question he turns back towards the street only to see an odd gap in the flow. "What's going on over t-" He stops short as he notices the shining armor, the fair complexion, the perfect stature... all traits of a 'model knight'. The people nearby were all agape, in awe of her knightly figure, Rauj immediately tries to disappear into the crowd, but she spots the pair almost immediately. Rauj immediately blames the towering Alv, not for a moment considering the massive totem on his back as she begins to approach the pair, eyes all a twinkle with intrigue. He sighs and drops his head low groaning somewhat as she asks her question... Which of course is where the pair were headed... "...And I was having so much fun 'practicing' too..." He smiles and relents, "Gimme a sec, gotta get my bearings first... Alright Deth, mind if we just head towards the academy, since we were heading there anyway, we might as well just bring her along."
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Post by Slone Halcourt on Feb 11, 2018 23:33:48 GMT -7
Dethrial frowns and clinches his fists when J rebuffs him on calling him Rin and saying that he tends to slip into his own world. Damn it, am I really that shakey? Dethrial pauses to make sure his helmet is on right a kind of nervous habit and places his hand on J shoulder "Rin was a good friend of mine that passed away a long time ago...you really do remind me of him. He was a fast talking, nimble, and smart kid he served as one of my intelligence officers and one hell of a skirmisher. He'd be fine with you using his name he wasn't allowed to have kids so this is an honor if you would carry his name...But, this is me just being a old soldier, I'm sorry for putting personal things on you." Dethrial pauses as tears have welled up in this eyes and he blinks till they are no longer blurring his vision.
J then asks him how his story relates to what he said earlier in the inn and Dethrial realizing that he hadn't said anything laughs forgetting his temporary sorrow. "Sorry, I forgot to say something I guess it's because the boy later in the story uses blue flames to fight demons and men alike, the fire could burn through dragon scale or be as comforting as a lovers embrace something synonymous with his demon father and it draws a lot of conflict to the young man as he learns to control it or be consumed with it's power. It seems like a loose connection but this story is pretty near to my heart and it just caught my attention that and the old name of the story is The Blue Hunter."
Dethrial is about to continue the story when the knight on the street corner caught his attention with her out of place beauty and elegance, that and her armor was not like any he had seen so far as it was spotless and elaborate. Her pale flesh and hair, along with beautiful blue eyes made it look like she a immortal being and was like a diamond laid in the dirt of the city. Did a angel fall from heaven? She looks rather official too, maybe we should avoid her. I've heard of nobles being warriors here but unlike cowering snobs she looks rather capable...which would be very bad if she's against us. Before Dethrial could communicate to J the danger, J was already trying to move away from her but to his obvious disdain she called out to them and walks over to them with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Dethrial then realized the size difference between them and found himself thinking of ways to fight her as she had no obvious weapon on her and walked with the grace of a well trained warrior. Her soft voice caught him off guard as she asked them a question and started looking them over with eyes full of curiosity. J speaks first and sound like a child caught with his hand in the honey jar at first but smiles and turns to Dethrial to ask him a question. Dethrial looks at J for any signs of distress and then to the woman. "Well, I see nothing wrong with it, as we are heading there and you looked rather lost so we'd be happy to take you there...Miss?"
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Post by ☆|Dazai on Feb 12, 2018 14:06:59 GMT -7
“Thank you both! My name is Ismay. Ismay Charbert, Knight of the Royal Order.” The Knight gives a small bow. I see, they're heading there too. I doubt they're students there… “Deth was it? A pleasure.” she says in a pleasant tone. “May I ask your name too?” she continues, now looking at the man with the totem. After hearing their replies, Ismay nods and speaks again. “By all means, lead the way.”
After the trio begins moving toward the Academy, Ismay’s curiosity reaches its peak. Should either of the two look, they’d surely notice her stealing glances. Alvs by themselves were a rare sight, but this one in particular seemed very, how should she say… out of place, odd even. Ismay herself never wore a helmet because of limited visibility. That and the blasted things were too uncomfortable, especially with hair like her own. Yet here this knight was, wearing his helmet in the heat. What was he prepared for? What combat zone did he think he was in? Wouldn't it make sense to just carry the helmet? It confused her somewhat, but she ultimately chalked it up to her own bias.
His companion looked more comfortably dressed, as is with the luxury of lighter armor. The man's visor made him relatively hard to pick out of a crowd, but the totem counteracted that to a degree.
The totem.
Alongside the foreign Alv, this weapon intrigued Ismay the most... Or was it simply a club? Perhaps glorified walking stick? There was only one civil way to find out. “If I may," she begins her question while adjusting the strap of her duffle bag, "What brings you two to the Academy?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2018 14:20:39 GMT -7
The thief almost recoils to the tall Alv patting his shoulder once again, wondering if he had said something terribly offensive and was about to be attacked for it, tensing up almost immediately, before realizing Deth was merely trying to steady his own emotions. Rauj relaxes a bit and listens to what he has to say sighing as the man finished. There wasn’t much for it after all. The thief had assumed this ‘Rin’ was someone who passed on. He figured at this point the Alv had some serious inner conflict with his past and definitely needed to get though it in order to move on with his life. In his own way Rauj was trying to help him move along by not allowing him to project the people of his past on the new people he was meeting, but he had a terrible way of expressing it. Luckily with his question in regards to how the two stories were related Detrial seemed to lighten up a bit, “Ah… So the power represents itself in the form of blue flames… I see… Heh.” The thief chuckles a bit as well… but its more of a nervous chuckle, since the connection between the two were merely the word/color ‘Blue’ at best. Added to the fact that ‘The Blue Raja’ didn’t even wear much blue at all…
Gratefully, the Knight seemed mild mannered enough, pleased that the two had offered their assistance. When she asks Rauj replies “I go by J. Nice to meetcha Ms. Charbert.” She nods, and they’re off. There was a bit of silence as the trio walked along, and in all honesty the thief preferred it that way. He glanced back at her once or twice as they traveled, noting her curious glances. Some directed towards the Alv, but a majority of them seemed to be tracing the thief himself up and down. He ignores it for as long as he can, but she eventually pops the impending question. He sighs and looks about, making sure the crowd had thinned a bit before beginning a lengthy explanation, leaving out vital bits here and there, not wanting to give her everything, just enough to shake up the situation a bit. He was truthfully not looking forward to revisiting the academy, the thief found the complex rather stifling and bland besides the odd experiment here and there and the prospect of trying his luck on breaking into a few places; but with a 'Knight of the Royal Order' around? "Oh boy... this could be good!" Good or Bad, corrupt or on the level, this WOULD definitely be entertaining. And so, he feeds her a string of info even the most mildly curious would bite at. “We’re on an investigation of sorts, seeking a Professor Winters. Ya see there was an incident at the academy. Things got a bit out of hand and a few students were attacked. A few companions, myself and Deth included, happened to be in the vicinity and handled the problem, quite effectively if I do say so myself. So much so that they decided it was fair to pay us back with a bit of information in concerns to our individual interests. That led us to the Professor’s place of residence, but we arrived there a bit too late to stop him from being kidnapped by what appears to be See-Elfan… a different kind of Alv as it were. So we’re currently heading back to the academy for some more information…” He grins from ear to ear, rather devilishly I might add, and stops before her adding, “… In fact before we ran into you I wanted to re-stock a bit first, but I found it quite curious that during this rather precarious time a Knight of the Royal Order suddenly appears.” He turns around slowly and then pops an inquiry of his own, “… So what, pray tell, is your reason for attending the academy on this fine day?” That same smile stretched to a point of almost cheshire proportions across his face and his eyes a crimson twinkle at the prospect of gaining more insight on the situation, and possibly a new force to join their cause, though he’d need to keep this particular one at arms length, even more so than the others. Yet knowing that with this info dump he had more than likely altered her current plans, giving them more than enough reason to link up with his own in one way or another.
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Post by Slone Halcourt on Feb 14, 2018 14:24:11 GMT -7
For moment Dethrial remembered that J didn't like to be touched and refrained from touching him during their conversation though Dethrial let his helm hide a sad smile as J gave his anwser and seemed to focus on the story he was telling. Dethrial let any sadness pass as he knew better than to project his feelings and let the topic lie as Ismay joined them on their way to the academy. Her beauty and somewhat odd charm had Dethrial interest peaked and after her stealing a few glances at Dethrial and J's totem. Dethrial then slowed his pace a bit so he would speak with her, after a moment of decision Dethrial removed the face plate to his helmet and gives her a soft smile.
"Miss Ismay, Deth is more of informal name, my full name is Dethrial Atheriein, Son of Orneil...I not sure what you would call it here but I am a officer and soldier. I'm new to this land so I don't fully understand a lot of things here. I'm interested to know what kind of knights those of the Royal Order are made of or how they are chosen." Dethrial waits for her response and then J begins to tell her why they are there and Dethrial nods to affirm the information but get a bit more concerned as J seemed to acting a bit creepy and if he continues Dethrial will pull him aside for a moment.
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Post by ★|Sayu on Feb 16, 2018 1:35:19 GMT -7
The group continues to head towards the high-class district and despite these parts being significantly less busy there are plenty of people who seem surprised to see a Knight of all people at a time like this. In fact, as the group approaches the stairs to the high class district, one of the guards gives Ismay a special kind of salute, acknowledging her status.
The conversations continue when a young boy, about maybe in his mid or early teens, approaches the group. "S'cuse me mates?" he asks in a soft spoken voice. The boy is rather slim and has platinum blond hair and brilliant yellow eyes - a bit of a rare trait - he is also wearing an academy uniform that is clearly too big for him and a comfortable hat that covers his somewhat messy hair well. He seems to have particular interest in the Knight but he addresses the group as they are clearly walking together. "Are ya heading into the high-class district, by chance?" he asks and smiles hopefully.
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Post by ☆|Dazai on Feb 16, 2018 22:36:49 GMT -7
Ismay’s eyebrows raised slightly as the Alv took off his faceplate to speak. Dethrial Atheriein, Son of Orneil… Definitely foreign in nature, and quite a grandiose title at that. Though it came to no surprise he was part of a military force. Ismay put her hand to her chin in thought as the other knight continued talking. She found his wording to be rather humorous. To see what we’re made of? That sounds like a challenge. Foreign indeed. Dethrial’s revelation raised more questions than answers however. Where was he from originally, and why was he here? Was he from the East perhaps? “To see what we’re made of?” She gives a miniscule laugh. “One thing I can assure you, our Knights are not chosen. It's very much an earned title.” This Alv, this Dethrial Son of Orneil, was quite an oddity. At the moment, he seemed more harmless than anything. She made a mental note to find out more about him when she could.
Dethrial’s partner who introduced himself as ‘J’ answers her almost immediately after her comment to the Alv. He states that the two were on an investigation. Her attention was visibly hooked as J mentioned a Professor Winters. She had heard the name referenced several times on her journey here. Rumor was that some odd occurrences had apparently happened in this area; a suspicion confirmed by J’s information. Ismay had planned on consulting with Winters and the Academy in general, but seeing that the school was attacked and he was kidnapped, it seemed her goal had just changed. It also occurred to her that J had said ‘companions’. Were they a mercenary group then? Bounty hunters? As Ismay looked back to J, he seemed to have plastered on a horrific looking smile. She had never seen the man before, but she had to guess that there was more to this than just having an awful smile. He most likely wanted information. Any outside info would probably help their comrades immensely. Unfortunately she knew very little about the situation. “I’m here because there were reports of various incidents, though they were shallow on details. My mission is to protect Glayp’nier and its people, so when a significant problem arises, it ends up being my business.” Ismay wasn't much for talking around something, and while she was grateful for their assistance, she couldn't help but feel like she was being lead to a conclusion. “If it's my assistance you're looking for, Mr. J,” As a matter of fact, no last name. Noted. “I’ll be happy to lend my aid should our goals align.”
The trio continues their route, all the while drawing several more eyes. Ismay returned a pleasant smile whenever she noticed. Were she by herself, she would’ve talked to some of them personally. Too often she felt the Order seemed disconnected from the land it served. Knights were damn near legends among average people, and tales of their exploits spread far and wide. Considering there weren’t a plethora of knights in the Order, to see one in person was a rare sight indeed. However, Ismay joined to help change lives. She could do without being ‘mystified’. As such, she made it a point to interact with the people she devoted her life to protecting, especially the weak.
Upon approaching the steps to the higher district, a guard gave Ismay a special salute. She returned the salute, and thanked him for his service while giving him a brief handshake. Soon after, a young boy with striking features addresses the group. He looked a bit disheveled with his uniform, but he seemed genuine enough. He looked to be young scholar, a reminder of her own beginnings. “Yes we are. To the Academy in fact. Is there something I can help you with?” Ismay says in a kind tone, returning the boy’s expression.
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Post by Slone Halcourt on Feb 19, 2018 13:00:30 GMT -7
Dethrial found he was able to keep smiling as he spoke with Ismay as she seemed actually interested in what he was saying and kept eye contact with him though it wasn't hard for Dethrial to look at her either. She kept mostly quiet as he spoke but gave a small laugh and told him her title was one that was earned not handed to her. To this Dethrial smiled more brightly and was about to speak when J interrupted with his spiel in an attempt to get information and a very off setting smile Dethrial does his best to affirm the information and after Ismay speaks about her intentions and a open willingness to join them J's smile remains. Detyhrial notices the odd behavior and elbows J lightly while whispering "Cut that out, you're going to make her uncomfortable and you look very off when you do that."
Dethrial then turns back to Ismay with a smile and a shrug. "Sorry, he gets a bit excited about gaining information but he's a pretty decent person." As the group moves in silence for a bit, Dethrial watches as the people on the street awe in wonder at Ismay and even some guards giving her special salutes and he interacting with almost everyone she could without slowing down to much. "You seems like some kind of celebrity, Ismay. Are all the knights in your order so well loved and respected not to mention beautiful? " Dethrial then gives her a small bow with a goofy smile. Dethrial waits for her reaction and if it's positive he laughs but if she seems perturbed or sad he immediately apologizes. As they continued a small lad with odd features and oversized clothes runs over and asks then if they were heading into the high class district, Ismay quickly answers him in her kind manner and asks if then needs help. Dethrial stops to let Ismay deal with the boy, as she does Dethrial looks over the child again and wonders at his hair and eyes. He shares the same hair as her but his eyes are not human, perhaps a human and rouge child..or maybe something else? I bet Ismay can tell me a lot more than then others and she seems so kind and warmhearted. I'll see if we can talk in detail once we get to the academy."
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Post by ★|Sayu on Feb 19, 2018 15:52:48 GMT -7
"Ahh, yessm" the kid answers with a big smile on his face. "I'm tryina find the Academy. M' sister studies there and I wanna visit her." The boy continues to stare hopefully at Ismay, and then peeks past her at Dethrial. "Oh wow, you're pretty big!" he notes.
Infront of one of the houses further down an elderly woman seems to be smiling warmhearted at the scene. The man next to her - presumably her husband - stares Ismay down with disgust. Something she was used to almost equally as being revered was being despised. Not all of the knights shared her demeanor or sense of empathy so there were just as many people that hated the order as there were those who cherished it.
If the group agrees to help the boy he will hold on to Ismay's right hand as the group continues to the academy.
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