Alyse came back in and immediately left right after. Dayla didn't see any sign of the man who Alyse had been dealing with. If all went well, he left, but Dayla had to keep an eye out to make sure if he did return there was no problems with him. Walking away from the counter where she kept the sword hidden, she tried to relax slightly, but it wasn't working out too well. She was a worried about Alyse, but couldn't follow after her. She had to keep an eye on the shop after all. Pacing around Dayla was starting to get a little bored when she heard a noise that sent the witchers out the door. Dayla followed shortly behind looking out the door at what was going on beyond. It seemed like some sort of attack or something, but there was not a good view. Running back inside, Dayla ran to her bedroom grabbing her bow and arrows from a chest and ran back down out the door, ready to go investigate. She had only gotten a few steps away from her tavern before stopping and looking back. While her heart ached for the thrill of battle again, she knew that she had to stay with her shop and protect it. If she ran down to the battle, then her shop was left open to be stolen from. Plus if she left, there wouldn't necessarily be anyone to keep those who couldn't keep themselves safe, safe, in this part of town. Chances were anyone who could fight would head down to the action, that left other places vulnerable. Dayla decided to retreat back to her shop keeping the doors open for anyone to come in and find refuge if need be. Returning to the bar she strapped her sword to her side and slung her quiver across her back. If anything did come this far, she wasn't going to be caught off guard.
The silence was welcomed, as it gave the medication time to work without the extra noise putting Lucian into an even worse mood due to the headache. For then most part, things on the street seemed normal, that was until they neared the plaza. Looking out at the near empty plaza, save for the royal guards, Lucian had the sense that something was seriously off. As the car began to slow, Lucian reached back and swept his hair back into a pony tail. While normally he preferred his hair down, when it came to things like this that cold be serious or messy, not having it in his face was a benefit. As the car came to a stop, and Lucian got out and surveyed the scene, he found himself a little shocked." What the hell is going on here?" He mumbled to himself, glancing over at Lynda enough to know she was thinking the same. Lucian secured his swords back to his belt and let his palms rest on the handles of the swords, ready to draw at any moment. Bits and pieces of protocol started stirring I his head, remembering that e should actually do in this sort of situations. While part of him wanted to jump forward demanding answers, he stayed himself and stood slightly back fro Lynda, waiting for her instructions. A fellow mechanic, of course! It would make sense why he had so many augments, not only that, but such well crafted ones as well. She had been studying them from a distance as she rambled on. She always liked to see what other people had, get ideas for herself. He then mentioned having a chat. A chat, of course. The would need room for that of course. "Just give me ooooooonnnnnnnne second and then we will chat." She informed him as she starred moving things off a end line on her table. Flipping a switch the table started to go down slowly and metal planks came up from the side and over the top, creating a smooth counter top without disturbing her work underneath. She then walked around and shoo'd the man out of the way a bit. Reaching down she went to pull tabs up from the floor, but in a momentary laps of memory, she had forgotten which hand she had attached. Trying to grab the tab on the floor turned out to be a problem when she simply flicked a screwdriver head at it. "oops...." She said sounding slightly embarrassed as she used her natural real hand to pull on the tab. The tab when pulled ended up bringing up a chair that folded into the floor. Quickly switching out for her augment that looked more like a hand, Mirela then moved to the other side and pulled up a chair for herself. "There we are. have a seat. Can get you coffee, or tor anything really? What do you want to talk about. Have a seat." She said gleefully. While she might not have had the slightest idea what the man wanted to talk about, Mirela was always happy to have company and someone to talk to. While she waited for the man to take a seat, she turned around and opened a cupboard that held her kettle. She pulled it out and started water to boil. Whether or not the man actually wanted tea didn't matter to her, she wanted tea herself so tea she would make... While talking of course.
Lucian shrugged, he didn't care about the comment, just passing it off without a problem. "Just means less work for me. That is fine." He told Lynda with a bit of a smartass smile. Turning back he quickly threw the cloth he had been using on his thumbs back inside, not caring where it landed. He didn't need it anymore and he didn't want to have to carry it with him into whatever sort of mess he was heading into. Whatever was going on, Lucian didn't expect it to be a simple task. If it was that Lynda likely wouldn't have gone herself. Given where the problem was as well, it would be an interesting thing to deal with, Lucian actually looked forward to it. A little action in his day would do wonders for his boredom, and kill time before the bars opened again. Following behind Lucian claimed his seat directly behind Lynda, removing his swords from his side and laying them across his lap. He didn't like taking the car, it didn't allow room for his swords to stay strapped to his side and there also wasn't enough room, when another person was in the back to work on honing his weapons while they drove, not like that was a good idea anyways. Lucian refused to look at Lucian as he settled in. It wasn't that he would be offended by a judging gaze, he just didn't want to deal with that at the moment. Instead he faced the window to watch the city pass as they drove. The city that had become dull and boring to him, and yet the city he wouldn't leave. Light humming drifted through the door as Mirela did what she could with what she had making the basic outline for her new arm. Switching out her hand she changed to one with several different wrenches and screwdrivers attached to it, hooking her regular metal hand to her hip. From there she started to take a part a blowtorch she picked up from a scrap pile. Chances were it wasn't working when the person ditched it, but that didn't mean she couldn't make it work if she really tried. And if it didn't work in the end, she could always buy the parts she needed, this was just cheaper for now. As she was working Mirela heard a person walk into the shop, more than that she heard the sound of metal as he worked. Looking up Mirela smiled at the man who seemed to have multiple augments. "Hello! Welcome to Mirela's Magnificent Machines and repairs! I am Mirela, in the flesh... and metal. What can I do for you this fine day?" Mirela offered slowly getting more excited as she examined the man, seeing all his augmentations. "You know I can do repairs, I can customize your augments, make new ones for you, better ones. I could also make attachments for them or just check over the work and make sure it is up to standard. I take custom orders or you can buy anything in the store. If you like I can customize anything in the store for you. Just tell me what you want and I will work my magic and make it happen for you!" Mirela rambled out offering all of her services that she could think to offer at the time.
"You obviously haven't been to the right doctor then." Lucian responded mildly, crossing his arms waiting to see what Lynda would actually do about his behavior. Lucian liked to assume that she would do nothing. With the state the police force was in, they could use whatever help that they could get. On top of that aside from being constantly drunk, he could actually be useful in many senses, especially when it came to fighting. He was good a picking fights yes, but when it came to a dangerous situation, he was also someone who could handle it well if he tried, and since he liked fighting, he generally did try. Lucian had a feeling it was a big part of the reason he was still around. If it wasn't, then he didn't have a clue why he wasn't fired years before this. Before any form of punishment was dealt out, Penelope came running up with some news. It was the perfect escape from the punishment, at least for the time being. That being said it did come with a catch, as always. He was to go with them on the mission, or whatever they wanted to call it. It wasn't a surprise really though. How long had it been since he did work for the Constabulary? He had to do some work sometimes he supposed, may as well start now. He was told to get himself ready, and as Ulrich walked up, he took his leave. He never liked the man, and knew that the feeling was mutual. Lucian would rather avoid another fight until he had something to get rid of his current head ache. He could only deal with so many head aches at one time after all. Rummaging through the top drawer of his desk, Lucian grabbed out a small bottle of proper medication and took two pills dry, waiting a moment for them to kick in. It never worked that fast, he knew, but he always hoped it would be more instantaneous than it was. Lucian then brought his sword out of it's sheath, just enough to run his thumb across the blade. While there was plenty of ways to test the sharpness without cutting himself outright, Lucian found this the fastest, and it got the blood flowing a little more. Helped him focus a little more passed the head ache. Doing this to both hands with both his swords, Lucian grabbed a cloth before walking to the door to meet Lynda, wiping off his thumbs in the meantime. "So I suppose no time to sharpen my weapons before we go? At least let me drive, I can get us there faster." The morning was going slow. Her first scheduled customer didn't arrive until nearly lunch. A little disappointed with her lack of customers, Mirela started to fidget with large device she had built along a wall. She used it as an interest factor to get people through the doors to the shop. It was made of scrap bits of metal and when she put a little glass ball in the top of it, it would start bouncing down making music out of the entire thing. It was one of her favourite things in her shop, besides the little creature that almost looked like a humming bird that kept her company, another of her own creations. With the marble in, Mirela stood in front of the machine for a moment, waving her hands like she was directing the music. After a moment she couldn't keep a straight face, giggling she turned around to her work bench and started to strap her tools on her hip. Settling in with a new attachment for her arm in front of her, Mirela got to work on figuring out how she was going to go about this. She knew that she needed a spot to store the fuel for it. Picking up a small canister of fuel for a normal torch, she studied it closely wondering how she was going to make it work. It was too big for an attachment to an arm. The canister would have to go, she would have to find another way to hold the fuel. Perhaps smaller containers of fuel through out the arm instead of one big one that would hinder movement. Grabbing random cylindrical objects around her shop, she started to paste them onto the skeleton of a arm. It wasn't going to be what she was going to use in the final product, more like a model so that she had a layout and idea to work with. Next was the piping to it. For now Mirela used string to represent piping. There would be a lot of it snaking up her arm, so it would have to be thin and flexible. "Flicka. Can you take this to the supplier?" Mirela quickly scribbled a list of supplies that she needed before handing it to her small humming bird machine, moving over slightly and typing coordinates into a keypad. With that the bug took off flying and Mirela started to hum as she tested a few theories on how things could work.
Kneeling on the ground Aaron worked on what he could do with the greenhouse. It wasn't going too well, not without the supplies to hod the building materials together. It was too bad he didn't have a sign to help with that, he had one to destroy things, he knew how to do that well enough, but create? Aaron was just getting frustrated with his little project when a girl ran past him. First Aaron looked up to the girl, curious about her as his medallion went off again. However before he could act he overheard the conversation happening just inside the door. Looking up Aaron put down the pieces that he was working with as Derrick swept by him, already on his way. No way was Aaron going to miss out on a chance to actually be in on the action, the adventure. Besides this was his home, he grew up in the town, he needed to be involved in saving it from a threat. "Don't think you get to just up and be the hero again, leaving me behind." Aaron joked slightly, running to catch up with Derrick. He knew it wasn't necessarily the time to joke, but Aaron tried to go about things in a more light hearted manner, even if he was taking things seriously. His hand reached over his shoulder lingering over his silver sword, but Aaron stopped it before he pulled it. It was possible this wasn't a fiend or any other sort of unnatural monster. If that was the case then he wouldn't need the silver sword, but the steel one, and he would waste unnecessary time switching out swords. Assess, prepare, then fight. That was always the rules. He had to slow down his thinking and reactions to account for all the steps, as if it was left up to him, he might just skip to the last one. Part way towards the docks Aaron veered off from the main path that most would take, dodging through a couple narrow allies. He then hoisted himself onto a lower building, running across the top before jumping to a higher one. It was a short cut that he remembered from when he was young. More than that however it also offered a better view of the harbor. "Holy ****..." He murmured to himself as he caught a glimpse of his head. Reaching to his pouch, he checked to make sure that he had the swallows that Vec had given him to start him off. Aaron had a feeling he was going to need them, and all the help he could get from Derrick. While he often acted confident, he wasn't stupid, he knew that he couldn't take this on as his first real task outside the safety of the school. That being said there was not a chance he would sit it out either.
The office seemed to go quieter as the clicking of high heels on the floor echoed through the halls drawing closer to his desk. Well here was just another way to ruin his day more. Too bad for Lynda, he wasn't scared of her like the rest. Still Lucian straightened up slightly. He didn't want to face his boss as an angry shouting mess, he had to have some dignity in the end. That didn't mean he would take whatever crap she through his way, but he would refrain from pulling one of the twin swords strapped to his side on her. "Good morning to you too Lynda." He said coldly, never bothering with formalities. He had stopped that sometime after he lost his eye. Before that time he could have been seen as a suck up, trying to do everything so proper. It almost sickened him to think of how much of a goody-two-shoes that he was back then in his younger year. The years he actually cared what people thought of him and would do anything to gain approval, including disowning his family. He could have been at a mansion sitting all comfy like not having to work a day in his life. However that had not been what he wanted, he wanted to serve and protect. Now looking at what had became of him, he didn't know if he was thankful that he cut ties with his family, or hated himself for it. Either way all the emotions tended to get washed away by the alcohol and he could stop caring about stupid things like that. Speaking of, Lucian looked up at Lynda as she commented on him looking for a bottle of something. "Yeah. In fact I was looking for a bottle of my medicine." He retorted sounding a little annoyed. To Lucian alcohol was like a medicine, though it was to the point it was a clear addiction. Right now all he could think of was if he drank, it might get rid of the damn head ache that he was fighting. "Now if you kindly return my property I would happily take it off the premise and away from you." Lucian offered a snarky smile before holding out his hand for his alcohol that he hoped that Lynda kept close by.
Cedric was still searching when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, it was the girl from before. As she pushed Marley into the circle, and got herself caught up in it herself, Cerdic notice something strange, Chrys wasn't with her. Cerdic looked concerned and angry with the girl, had it been a trap as well? Did he mess up and fail everyone for a second time. Cerdic's heart sunk even more when he heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Ria taunting them. As Ria spoke, Cedric watched those in the circle, watched as the darkness choked Marley, while he was powerless to help. Ria demanded the journal, bu only offered to let the there of them go that weren't trapped. It w's then Ria realized Chris wasn't there and Cedric was forced to watch as Ria killed another one of their companions, and hear Daeni cry. He might not have liked the girl all that much, but he didn't think anyone deserved to cry. His hands tightened around his keypads s he watched Marley make one last stand, but in the end It was fruitless. Cedric wasn't fast enough to reach where Ria had fallen before Ria reappeared on the roof. Moving back into the shadows more, Cerdic finally dismissed his keyblade though it pained him to do so. Leaning back against one of the buildings, Cedric crossed his arms, reaching the hand that went under his arm into the inside pocket of his jacket, feeling for the journal. Selecting a random page, he ran his thumb over it, trying to rip it out, hoping it was a page with information on it. Starting to do this with several pages, he finally spoke, though his mouth was dry, his tongue feeling like lead. "No one here has the book, because I hid it. Unless you let them all go, Mora included, I won't tell you a damned thing. You could go ahead and kill me first, but then you will never know where it is." Cerdi threatened though a shaky, scared voice.
"Is he dead?" "I don't think so." "Are you sure?" "I don't know." "What are you doing?" "Poking it with a stick, what does it look like?" "Don't do that?" "Why not? See he is totally dead, lets loot the body." "I don't like this." "Come on, what's not to like? Look this guy is loaded. Just look at those swords. We could eat for the entire year!" "Just hurry up, before someone sees." Two boys lingered near the body of a rather tall red haired male with twin long swords strapped to his side. His shirt was already missing and the black eye made it seem like he had been in a fight in the last day or so. The taller of the two boys stepped closer to the body, smiling back at his friend before reaching down for the sword. Fingers lingering over the handle of the blade, he was about to grab the item he deemed precious enough to sell, as one eye on the body shot open, revealing a copper mechanical eye. An arm reached out and grabbed a hold of the boys wrist as he screamed. The man slowly opened his other eye glaring at the boy, clearly in a horrible mood. "Russel! Let him go!" The boy that had stayed back nervously yelled at the man as he picked up a rock to throw. The as the rock connected with his head, causing a small cut near his temple, the man let go of the other boy, just to reach for his sword. As soon as he was freed, both the boys took off running, and the man didn't try to pursue them, just watched them go. When the boys were out of sight and the noise quieted down, the man reached up and rubbed his face. "That did nothing for the headache. Luckily I know how to fix this." He stated as he got up, staggering slightly before sauntering over to the closest bar. As he yanked on the doors, only to be greeted by a groan of wood but no swinging of a door, he realized it was still far to early for any of his usual spots to be open. "Great, how am I supposed to treat a hangover when no where is open for me to get more alcohol." He grumbled as he turned away from the bar and walked down the street, rubbing his face trying to think where he could get more alcohol. He had a bottle at the office, how long had it been since he was last in the office? A week? Something like that. Perhaps it was time to remind everyone that he was still alive in some senses of the word. Approaching the steps to the office, Lucian veered off to the side of the building where he kept a stash of extra shirts. He rarely came to work from home and he had a bad habit of losing his shirts when he was drinking. He slipping on the cleanest shirt he could find, digging out the police badge that he had tucked in one of his pant pockets. He was careful not to wear it at the bars, but always kept it on him just in case it was needed. Looking somewhat presentable, though he still had a black eye, the new cut on his head, and his hair was messy and could use a washing. Lucian acted like it didn't bother him however as he strolled into the building, making a v-line straight for his desk. Plopping down on his chair, Lucian leaned down to unlock his bottom drawer of his desk, only to find it already unlocked. Slightly panicked he he pulled open the door and started to shuffle around the contents of the drawer. "Where is it? Where is it? Where the fuck is it?" Lucian sounded more and more frustrated before standing up, nearly falling back down as he did because he was still not on stable feet yet from his hang over. "Who the FUCK was in my desk, touching MY stuff. Don't any of you have any respect?" He screamed across the office area, pissed off that his booze had suddenly gone missing. "Ah! Welp I guess it is time to get up." While it happened every morning, Mirela still couldn't get used to her bed flipping her out of it every morning before tucking itself back into a wall. It was better than an alarm clock at least. There wasn't a snooze option if she wanted it, just the kind of thing she needed. Picking herself off the ground, Mirela took a moment to listen to the beautiful music around her, the music of machines and gadgets at work, starting her morning coffee, running the shower, all the essentials to start the day. Everything in her house, that doubled as her shop, was made by her and made to make her world easier. Mirela also just loved the sound of her machines at work. After a quick shower, Mirela attached her normal hand attachment to her robotic arm and sat down to toast and a coffee which was already prepared without her having to do any work. "Lets see, what is on the list today? A new knee for Mr. Michaels, a repair on someones arm, oh and someone is coming to make a special order today. Besides that I guess it is just whoever drops in. It is going to be a slow day isn't it?" While Mirela spoke there wasn't actually anyone there to respond to her. She often spoke to herself or her machinery even if it didn't respond. "Well that is okay. If it is too slow I can always work on a new attachment for my arm, there are still things I can do to make it more efficient. Perhaps I will make a welding torch attachment next. That sounds like it would be useful." She prattled on. Placing her cup and plate on two seperate metal pads on her counter top, she turned around and went to the the front door, unlocking it before opening up the blinds in front of the front window. Grabbing a sign that was tucked in the corner she brought it outside. "Mirela's Miraculous Machines (and repairs)" was what the sign read, and it pointed into her shop. Clapping her hands together like she was trying to get the dust off, she turned around and went back inside. "What a nice day outside. Perfect for working!"
So two were dead, Ria wasn't lying. Cedric sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked and assessed the situation in front of him. It didn't look good and Cerdic didn't know if he could find a way to get them out of it. "We need to find a way to break this circle, I won't dare get to close to it, There is no use me getting stuck too. Try and wake Kara up. I am going to look around to see if theree is a way to get you out." Cedric told them as he stepped back away. He did not connect that More was the same girl that had come to him looking for help, and since he asked her to wait behind, he was not all that worried. Daeni and Relli arrived which Cerdic didn't care for one way or the other, since the girl wasn't with them h just assumed that Chris stayed back to protect her. Searching around, Cedric examined any and ever hard surface and around ever corner. His keyblade was held tight in his hand. there had to be something or someone controlling that circle. Perhaps if he found the source of its power then he could turn it off. As it stood he didn't dare get too close or just try any idea that popped in his head, not when it could harm him, or them. A small part of Cerdic cared what happened to them, even the dog. He had to find a way to help.
Gotta love added stress on top of more stress
╔════»Arian chuckled at the girls comment about the fire guardian. He could appreciate a good pun. "You know the fire guardian may be hot, but I have hears the air guardian is just breath taking." Arian retorted with his own witty pun."You know, you aren't half bad, maybe I will let you be on my team. It was a compliment, in an odd Arian sort of way. Whether or not anyone else saw it that way was up to them, but it was probably the best they were going to get. Spotting a new person enter, Arian took it as a new person to bother. While Ospin spoke, Arian shuffled through the crowd towards the boy, spotting beside him and whispering, "got lost on the way here did ya? Who can blame you, it is a big place and not everyone can be as awesome as me and find where they are going right away." Arian gave the boy a quick smile before turning his attention to the woman who began talking. He was staring more at her chest than actually listening, but he got the general idea of what she was saying. When she said who she was however, Arian couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face as he leaned over to the new boy."See I told you she was breath taking." ════╝
When Chrono approached, Tinarah had thought that he was going to get after her for begging Choma to stay. Instinctively her grip tightened on his hand for a moment, but went loose again when he thanked Choma for saving her. Tinarah looked away, embarrassed and upset about the incident. She didn't want to talk about it anymore, didn't want to hear about it. It reminded her of how weak she was, how useless. It reminded her of the first time she had gotten attack, how it scared her so bad that she wouldn't leave her room. How worried Chrono and their father always seemed during that time. There was another boy there too, trying to convince her to let go of Choma, but she wouldn't. She didn't want to and she wouldn't listen or even face the boy really. It wasn't until Choma knelt in front of her with a hand on her head that she looked up at him. His words were soft, but she still didn't like them. In the end he simply pulled from her grasp and got ready to leave anyways, with a few nice parting words. She waited until he was gone before she looked at the boy who spoke to her before, a distraught look on her face as he eyes watered a little bit. She couldn't bring herself to say anything to the boy before she ran off. Running off she went back to the rock she had been leaning against before, where her violin still sat. She grabbed her violin out of the case and just started to play trying to figure out her emotions. It was how she coped most of the time, just music. She ignored everyone else around her as she played a slow sad tune, not caring who heard. Her brother and the other students under Choma had heard her play plenty, what was a few more? As long as they didn't comment on it, she was fine, it was when people did start to say something that she got nervous. That however was always an afterthought that left her flustered in the end.
Taking the tea as it was offered, Aaron backed off from the conversation for the most part. He was happy to return to the wall in which he was leaning against and listen to the conversation as it happened around him. The sorceress seemed more interested in Derrick and his tale, and frankly Aaron couldn't blame her. He had no stories of epic adventures to tell... well not yet, he would soon, he just needed to find a place to start. Perhaps even Derrick could help with that after they were done here. That being said it seemed that Derrick also wanted work so Aaron might also just be plain out of luck on that front. Glancing out the window, Aaron remembered the job that he said he would do and put down his cup of tea. "If anyone needs me, I will be seeing if I can build a greenhouse." He stated as she swung his coat over his shoulder. He didn't really feel like putting it back on, but also knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before he regretted that decision. Perhaps if he worked hard enough he wouldn't need it eventually, but for now, on this chilly day, he would be stupid not to. Stepping outside he knelt next to the building materials left by the sorceress. He would still need some sort of mud or clay to hold the parts together, and in this weather he couldn't just make it here, the ground was too frozen to collect anything of use. Not wanting to venture far and not having the money to purchase the resources needed, Aaron opted to just try and get the general shape figured out. He could stack the block and while they wouldn't be stable, at least he would have a general idea when he did get something to hold the pieces together. Knowing that is was best to build in triangles, Aaron quickly found himself trying to make a pyramid out of the material he had, while silently contemplating what he would do if he couldn't find work here.
Name: Mirela McLain Age: 24 Race: Human Nationality: New Havenite Faction: unaffiliated Job: Inventor/Engineer Appearance: bloop Augments: her left arm below the elbow is mechanical and the hand switches out for various tools and uses. She also had a part of her hip replaced and the new metal one acts more like a tool belt for her with lots of places to store and fasten things to. Skills and Strengths: skilled inventor and engineer. She has creative ideas and possesses the capabilities to make it happen. Personality: Mirela is a little quirky, she is hyper active and loves people. She is a hit of a shut in however keeping in her shop to invent instead of going out and socializing. She likes to be silly sometimes and poke fun at people but all in good humour. Flaws/Weaknesses: Mirela has become too dependant on her machines and inventions, she doesn't know how to live without them anymore. Since she does a lot of modifying on her own mechanical parts, nothing is perfected and sometimes they will malfunction History: Born in New Haven, the draw of Eredan always intrigued Mirela. She had always loved inventing and knew that city would help fulfill her dreams of being a famous inventor. As soon as she was old enough she took a job at a workshop in her town so she could learn all she could while saving the money she would need to move. During this time she stared inventing herself and created things to make her life easier. Despite his objections Mirela managed to convince her boss to help her replace her arm with a more efficient one. And after a major fall that broke her hip, she convinced him to help her replace that too. Bother were charges that she couldn't really afford but made up with by the added efficiency she gained from them later. At 21 she finally had enough money to move and afford a small shop in a not so nice area of Eredan. Even so, it was a start and she figured she would take what she could get. With her small savings she travelled and found herself a new home. Not able to afford much, her storefront also doubled as a workshop and living area. At first it was cramped but over time she started making inventions to make her life easier, such as a bed that folded into the wall. After a couple years she got comfortable in her workshop and while making enough money to get a separate house or bigger store, decided to stay where she was. Attributes Vitality: 7 Agility: 10 Dexterity: 17 Intelligence: 16 Will: 9 Wits: 15 Charisma: 13
Aeradel listened to the conditions closely. Fighting a dragon, gods above that was quite the task, but a necessary one. Reva was right after all, if they couldn't take on this task they would never survive against demons. Glancing behind her, she looked at her sister kneeling on the ground. "Here is my condition. My siblings stay here and you and your people treat them like your own, until we complete this task." Aeradel stated, her voice slightly demanding as she made the request. "if you do this we will take your challenge, but no use destroying the entire family line for this." They were after all the last royal line left alive. If they did take back Edan, Aeradel didn't know how the government system would work out. She barely wanted to be queen of Dondra, much less all of Edan. It was something that could be settled however once they drive the demons out. Rayen listened to what everyone said, nodding at Veilen and Yukyos comments. When the small man spoke up however, Rayen looked quite concerned. "I don't think that is how getting drunk works. I have never been but that doesn't sound right." she stated quietly not wanting to contradict what her elders were telling her, but still seemed confused. "I am scared to lose more of my family." she added quietly at the end.
Name: Lucian Thistle Age: 35 Race: Human Nationality: Tyrranean Southerner Faction: The Constabulary Job: While still seemingly more a part of the police force, he acts more like a mercenary Appearance: ~ Weapons: Dual Wield long swords Augments: A Mechanical right eye Skills and Strengths: Fighting, picking fights, antagonizing people, upkeep of weapons and armour Personality: Lucian is temperamental, he doesn't like many people and is hard to get along with. He seems to always be serious even when drunk (which is most of the time.) He can be aggressive and irrational a lot and is self destructive. Flaws/Weaknesses: Doesn't take orders well, doesn't work with other people well, isn't able to keep an even temper, and tends to focus too much on the drink and will attempt tasks drunk. History: Lucian belonged to a rich family, a proud family. He had always wanted to be a warrior and his parents believed that would bring great pride to their family if he did well. At eighteen he set off and joined the constabulary and make his family proud. Shortly after joining however he founds things to be not as fun and easy as it seemed. Many members that had worked hard for their place scorned him, believing that he was just there because his parents paid for him to be there and he was just a useless spoiled brat. Lucian worked hard to prove otherwise, training to be stronger and better than the rest, however the scorn didn't stop. One day he got so sick of it, he disowned his family fully, leaving them behind and all the support he got from them. This didn't shut anyone up however and after another couple years of torment he was fed up. To prove he had every right to be there, Lucian accepted a contract that was above his level, determined to prove himself leaving town he set off to battle the creature. When he returned he was bloodied, beaten and missing an eye, but he did return with the creatures head. However with one eye gone he wasn't in any shape to continue working, so he through all the money he had left into paying for a metal eye to replace the one he lost. That was the start of the downward spiral for him. As years passed he was still an outcast, and the group he joined to become a great warrior was no longer as respected as they once were. As time went by Lucian found it more profitable to pick up jobs from anyone who had them then to properly work. He spent lots of times in taverns waiting to offer his services. When there was no work to be had he would drink away his problems. It wasn't looking before he was drinking more than he was working. Attributes Vitality: 18 Agility: 18 Dexterity: 14 Intelligence: 9 Will: 14 Wits: 10 Charisma: 7
With the Witchers settled and drinking, Dayla backed off slightly. She didn't go too far, she wouldn't miss a chance to serve them after they had tipped her well, but she wasn't going to be looking over their shoulders the entire time either. Instead she started humming softly to herself as she moved through the tavern, cleaning the few tables that had been used, Dayla kept herself busy. Some days she hated the busy work. It was boring and tiring and she would rather talk with customers or go for walk, but she could only leave when Alyse was around to keep an eye on things, and right now Alyse was outback. A few more minutes, if she wasn't back in in a few minutes Dayla would go out there. Part of her was hoping Alyse wasn't back in that time. A small part of her looked for the adventure she had in her past. Being a tavern maid was boring in comparison. Of course she didn't wish anything bad to happen to Alyse. No she just wanted to get out and feel that adrenaline again for a little bit. Glancing to the back door, Dayla walked behind the counter, running her hand across the handle of her blade as she passed where it was kept under the desk, sighing. A few more minutes and she might just have to finally draw on it again.
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"I can't tell if this is fortunate or unfortunate for him to return now. If he is anything like all of you though, I am sure he is just excited for a chance to take his Mark of Mastery, despite this setback." Aislinn commented glancing once more at the man before a voice came back over the PA system. Aislinn sighed as she looked over at the portals that were there. No keyblade powers? This was just getting more and more difficult wasn't. Aslinn just hoped that the answers wouldn't be riddles to figure them out. Huffing out a breath she turned to Kel once more. "Well it looks like our exam just got a little more challenging. Where do you want to go?" She asked him taking a step towards the portal labelled "The Grid" Shrugging she glanced at the others who were there wondering what they were thinking at that moment. It was all a lot to take it, and Aislinn wasn't so confident about this trial. She wouldn't back down now, she couldn't if she wanted to, but she worried for the others here.
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