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"What? O-Oh, thank you, Terrin." She bowed quickly but politely to him before taking the stew, looking down into the bowl in an (entirely unsuccessful) effort to hide the consternation on her face; she was quite flushed, not to mention shouting at the monk loudly enough that her father might have been able to hear them. "I haven't eaten yet, so thank you again for saving me the trouble of getting something to eat." She was glad to see Terrin, really; he, at least, seemed to understand her a bit, putting a little credence into what she believed even if no one else did. Well, except maybe Meredith; she didn't seem to think it was so ridiculous any more... -
Scarlet watched the man walk off. So was he actually trying to be funny? Whatever, doesn't matter. She hadn't exaggerated with her words to him; she may have been immortal but that didn't mean she didn't still need to protect herself from certain things - and prison wasn't exactly the place to expect friendly individuals. However, her thoughts were interrupted by two more arrivals, freshly decontaminated. The first looked like. . . some sort of bug? Or bugs? Pretty sure I've heard of them. . . some name I can't pronounce. I didn't think they were violent or anything, though, maybe this one's different? The way it stood motionless and stared was slightly unnerving, but it didn't appear to be predatory. The other was some sort of weasel-person, looking somewhat foppish as he adjusted his coat and groomed himself. I did just do the same thing, though, so. . . She finished strapping the last flamethrower to her ankle and stretched a bit.
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By the way, "ran off in no particular direction" means "available to be pulled into any interaction someone feels like"
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"If you're trying to make me uncomfortable it's not gonna work. I've met and killed bigger and scarier creeps than you," the girl said bluntly as she examined her own box. Surprisingly enough, the warden seemed to have been "thoughtful" enough to provide her with the set of flamethrowers that they had confiscated when they brought her into this place. She set about strapping the weapons back on in a deliberately unhurried manner - she didn't think the man would be so bold as to try anything, but trying to intimidate him with a lack of apparent concern wouldn't hurt. She turned her head toward the alien girl - though she supposed they were all aliens here - at her question. "Probably because the warden gets a kick out of us murdering each other."
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You've driven the cute girl almost to tears Klaren you bastard
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"What's that supposed to mean!? Heroes are supposed to go on patrols because they keep people safe! And what's wrong with meditating, huh!? Isn't the goddess's chosen hero supposed to stay close to her? I'm trying as hard as I can, okay!? So just leave me alone about it already! Go play with your Goddess-damned knives or something and SHOVE OFF! Ugh!" Hoshiko pushed past Klaren - despite the fact that, being outdoors, there was plenty of room to go around him - and stormed off, quivering with rage and moving in no particular direction except for away from the monk, who seemed to have a talent for pushing all of her buttons at once.
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The girl opened and closed her mouth at the question, somewhat caught off balance. "I was patrolling the camp, obviously! Someone has to be watching out for villains coming to ambush us, and I have better eyesight than anyone else in the group." The latter part was probably true, anyway. Archery required keen vision, after all, and she was used to hunting in frigid Yukihana winters. And it was going to take more than that to get her to admit her actual reasons for wandering around like this. "Why do you ask? Don't you have a journal to scribble in or something?"
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Scarlet went through the decontamination process about as gracefully as one would expect a new inmate to the universe's highest security prison would - which is to say, not gracefully at all. Muffled curses and increasingly inventive death threats sounded through the walls of the decon chamber, as well as the sound of its occupant occasionally throwing a halfhearted punch or kick in the general direction of an offending instrument of cleanliness. They didn't have any actual venom behind them, though; it was merely a route for her frustration at the whole situation to express itself, and the robotic staff didn't seem to care overmuch. She finally emerged from the chamber, tugging at the collar around her neck a bit with one hand as she turned about in place, inspecting her various hair ribbons for damage. Once she had reasonably satisfied herself in her knowledge that none of them had been torn in the process, she sighed. "Well this is just fucking spectacular."
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Is there a specific kind of weapon in the boxes, or are they whatever we want them to be?
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i so wish hoshiko was in on this because THIS SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR A HERO OF JUSTICE AND HER ARROW- i mean uh, HER GLORIOUSLY COMPASSIONATE HEART
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Hoshiko blanched at Klaren's suggestion. "N-no, please don't do that. . . Wait, why can't you just call me by my actual name? Koko sounds like something you'd call your pet, and I am NOT your pet, I am a hero of justice!" She thought for a moment, then continued. "And I'm pretty sure that meditation isn't supposed to involve knives, unless you're carving artwork in her honor or something. Now did you actually need something? I'm . . . A hero doesn't have time for idle chit-chat like this, you know!" She had about to claim she was busy, but that would have been an outright lie. She wasn't actually doing anything other than stewing in her own irritation - something Klaren was rapidly finding himself on the business end of.
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She is actually afraid of the building and not just uncomfortable. Interesting. This may present issues down the line; I hope her fear does not cripple her should this come to open battle. He simply headed into the building after her, heading up to the receptionist. He asked the person using his standard child act about the rest of the party members, giving broad descriptions of a couple members of the group in the hopes that he could be directed to them.
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Hoshiko fixed Klaren with a flat look before putting her knife away with a small flourish. . "I'm going to meditate. Shouldn't a monk of all people understand that? ...and why do you keep calling me Koko?"
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Gabriel looked at Lucille curiously. Anxious about the building? I certainly have my own misgivings about such a place, but why does she seem to be so fearful? Perhaps it's a result of her empathetic links; a beast's nervousness about being confined to a building. He opened the door, holding it open for the woman. His impression was decidedly more positive; he felt quite comfortable in such opulent spaces, having grown up nobility. It was almost enough to stop his irritation at choosing such a painfully obvious location to gather. There are almost certainly informants listening, and even if there are not dedicated spies, a few coins slipped to the right servant in exchange for their recollections of what they've heard and silence to anyone else that asks. . .
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. "AAH!" Klaren recieved a shout in his face and Hoshiko quite literally jumping away - she really was good at backflips, wasn't she? - from him and dropping into a fighting stance, once again pulling out her hunting knife similar to what had occurred several days ago with Luka. "What was that for!?" she asked the monk irritably, returning the knife to its hiding spot. "You shouldn't just jump out and shout in people's faces like that; I almost stabbed you." Although you might enjoy that, wouldn't you. . .
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"It's... I have experienced this before." He mumbled a short incantation, and the spatter seemed to seep out, as if someone had reversed what would happen if they had been steeped in the liquid. It flowed out of the cloth and into a sphere before the vampire, and he gazed at it for a moment before directing it into a nearby drain. He then turned to look back at Lucille. "You say that, and it is indeed true; there is no real point in being ashamed of doing what I must to survive - or, at least, stave off madness. It does not shame a person to eat what a butcher prepares, or a wolf to eat a deer. But this is not the same. Imagine, to continue this sort of example, a wolf that feeds only on its living brethren. It is unnatural, a perversion of nature. I sate myself on animals, yes, but there is a part of me that not only feels. . . glee in it, but a longing for something more. I could not tell you what it is, but the lifeblood of an animal is not the same as that of a thinking person, and there is a part of me that craves that, always. Nearly every waking moment that I am near others, I must repress the urge to feed on them. As you may have sorted out, this is why I found work as an assassin. That, what you just saw attack that animal, is not Gabriel Ardelean. And I refuse to listen to any that would tell me otherwise." He sighed, starting to walk toward the hotel they'd been moving toward. Eager for a change of subject, he asked, "I take it this is the location the group has chosen for rendezvous?"
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Gabriel looked at the horse, and then back at Lucille with a complex expression. He was grateful for her assistance, of course, but he highly disliked anyone witnessing him feeding. It was. . .shameful, not to mention the practical implications most of the time. He turned himself resolutely toward the horse, took a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders a couple times - and suddenly the somber individual, refined and eternally young, was replaced with a predator. The aversion on his face flickered to an expression of something resembling glee and back as he shot toward the poor beast's throat, savagely tearing it out with one hand as Gabriel's face, contorted almost beyond recognition, latched onto the lower part. The still-sane part of him snapped the horse's neck as quickly as possible after this, in an effort to spare it the pain - though another part of him rebelled, wanting to revel in the pain it had inflicted. He continued to tear at the animal as he greedily absorbed the blood that hadn't by now splashed all over him and his clothing, making for quite the gruesome scene indeed. The entire spectacle didn't take particularly long; it was less than thirty seconds before Gabriel stood over what remained, utter shame and revulsion written cleanly on his face as he looked down at what he had wrought.
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I was thinking Hoshiko could pick up an Iron Longbow, finally. That extra range will be nice for popping enemy mages.and generally keeping Hoshiko out of harm's way/
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Hoshiko was, somewhat unusually, pacing about the camp rather aimlessly, if with a definite degree of frustration on her face. I was so useless last battle. . . I could barely defend myself, let alone help take down all of those horrible things. That isn't what a hero should be like, not at all. They should be able to stand by themselves, not constantly run in and get hurt so bad they need their friends to rescue them. . .
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At her reaction, Gabriel's hand crept toward his hidden knives. It fell back to his side once it was clear she was still non-hostile. "A horse is about the right size, yes. And, as for my not being forthcoming... people are rarely understanding, and I cannot blame them. Most vampires are mindless killers, given in to their basal urges and nothing that could be called a person. Many of the rest cloak their lust in false elegance, devouring innocent souls in the dark until suspicions grow too great and they move on to their next hiding spot." He shook his head. "I apologize for not being forthcoming, but I am sure you can at least understand my reasons."
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"It's a sensitive issue. The short version is that I require a live animal of a fair size for my own personal devices, and I was wondering if you could obtain one for me. I hesitate to ask you for I fear that you may take offense to this request - you are an animal empath, no? Unlike some you don't seem to hide your true nature." Really, he would be surprised if she didn't put two and two together from that. The clues were there... but then, he wasn't a slavering monster like the rest.
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Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "I take it there was an altercation of some variety while I was occupied. I'll have to ask Raziel for the details later, I suppose." Asking shouldn't hurt, no? "By the way, you seem to dislike being in the city. I must request a favor that would likely involve leaving it for a short time, though I am not sure you will be amenable to it in all honesty." There was the slightest hint of nervousness in the half-elf's voice, all but undetectable, but still creeping through his facade nonetheless. The people around here have been the understanding sort thus far; she may at least understand my plight, if she does not empathize with it.
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Gabriel shook his head. "Whoever this is, they're trying to drive a wedge between the races. Make us fight among ourselves, crack and break apart the alliance with suspicion. A mass, indiscriminate killing would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is terrorism rather than betrayal. Selectively offing individuals of one race at a time, however..." He wasn't fazed by the emotionless manner. He'd been on the other end of this equation enough times that it didn't bother him unduly.
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"Discussing covert operations in the midst of the street is generally regarded as bad practice. . . though I suppose that in this case, our target catching wind of us might actually scare them off, which would be good overall." He followed the empath as she began to walk off, falling silent for a few moments as he pondered. So, she has some sort of sound manipulation abilities as well? Or does it tie into her empathy... An intriguing individual, to be sure. "I have spoken a bit with a few students here, and found that narrowing down the potential victims will be. . . difficult. There are a large number of eminent scholars and politicians attending, of course, and I wasn't quite able to single out who would be the most likely to be assaulted."
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Spooky Xander?