The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Cluckcluck1215]

The group eventually stumbled upon the village market which supplied the locals with all their necessary needs and any other items you’d find in a Borealean market. (Literally make up anything lol) The villagers definitely stopped to look at the odd rag-tag group of individuals as they passed by. Some small children pointed or made faces, but were scolded by their . Take didn’t pay any attention to the locals, his eyes were dead set on finding some sort of food stand. He stopped at one that intrigued him the most. It was a small stand that held a bulky looking man turning over meat skewers on a open fire and the finished ones were posted up to be purchased. Take reached into his pocket and pulled out four gold coins and a gem, all that remained of his dragons treasure.



“I thought I saw him when we came in..” she whispered, “He must’ve sneaked off.” Hana took a glance around as they walked with the group, trying to search for the boy as they went without causing a scene.

“Before we get split up, I think it is my duty to buy food for everyone,” Korim said. He had more money than Take in his pockets, because Take had spent most of his on Hana’s sword. Korim could see the rest of it now, gleaming on Take’s hand. The person running the stand was somewhat fascinated by Take’s display of wealth. Only one of those gold pieces was enough to pay for everyone’s meal.
“Is this roasted meat what everyone wants or should we go someplace else?”

Blair kept glancing around the group, but she couldn't see, smell or hear the boy. Possibly due to all the people around, but it gave her a strange feeling. She could normally pinpoint any persons scent she wanted, no matter how large of a group. At the mention of roasted meat, she turned her head, looking at the odd looking meat stacked on top of each other. She curled her lip at the thought of having to eat more meat, and ignored the question, instead breaking off from Hana in search of Alex.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“Before we get split up, I think it is my duty to buy food for everyone,” Korim said. He had more money than Take in his pockets, because Take had spent most of his on Hana’s sword. Korim could see the rest of it now, gleaming on Take’s hand. The person running the stand was somewhat fascinated by Take’s display of wealth. Only one of those gold pieces was enough to pay for everyone’s meal.
“Is this roasted meat what everyone wants or should we go someplace else?”

Take looked at the next stand over, where it appeared the person running it was cooking different types of stews. As much as he liked meat skewers, it surely wasn’t enough to be considered a meal. “Let’s eat there” he proposed, pointing at the next stand.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Aella stood behind the bench beside Ciro, her body completely rigid. She didn't dare leave his side. If she did, she was absolutely terrified of something happening. To her. Or to him. If something happened to him because she decided to walk away, she wouldn't forgive herself.
Her thoughts paused. Since when had she ever cared about anyone else's safety other then her own?
Her head was down, eyes locked on the floor as if it were life saving. Though she couldn't really see it, her vision obscured, more then normal, by her hair. There was an annoying clicking noise that filled the room, and she was going to snap until she realized it was her that was making that noise, her shoe clicking obnoxiously as her leg bounced.
It quieted as she forced her leg to stay still, but her crushing anxiety didn't. It was like a weight in her stomach. It crouched on her shoulders, snaking a silent and invisible hand around her throat and squeezing until she hardly dared to breath. Breathing down her neck, hot, sticky breath that might have been nervous sweat, but her mind convinced her it was something behind her, even though she didn't dare look. Even her fingers twitching over her necklace, tracing the delicately woven letters, couldn't stop it. How could she even stop something she couldn't see?
The Rugæ people set her on edge. She thought she was brave, she thought nothing fazed her anymore. Thirteen years of stealing and running from authority tended to do that to people, but she had no idea what she was dealing with when it came to the Rugæ.
Not only that, but it wasn't just herself she had to worry about now.
Ciro. Slowly, not daring to make a sudden move around the Rugæ strangers, she looked at him. The dim fire cast shadows across his face, his features appearing much sharper then they really were. Or maybe they were that sharp. She couldn't bring herself to look at his face for too long. It also illuminated the sharp lines of stress on his face she had failed to notice earlier.
"Hey," she dared to lean closer to him, her gaze fluttering between his face and the Rugæ people, before it finally decided to land on him. "What are you thinking about?"

Sarah finally lets herself realize that her internet situation gives her no hope of concocting responses that even barely compliment this beautiful writing and decides to just give it straight.
"The depressing subjectivity of well-intended honesty." And then, for Aella's understanding, Ciro added, "The unicorn."

 

[HeavensHens88]

@HeavensHens88 Kipp eyed the fox boy who had been so silent people were bound to forget his existence. He didn't know how he knew, but some where in the far reaches of his memory he knew Colby didn't eat meat.

"Maybe our next stop should be a pawn shop or something, so we can trade what we have for normal currency? People are giving us weird looks every time we try to buy something."

Colby caught the timely glance, assumed the meaning behind it, and was definitely surprised. After the recent dramatics had started going down, he'd tried to keep to the background for the most part. But that Kipp thought to regard him when the subject of meat ingestion came up? He was definitely warmed and motivated to approach him later to rekindle their friendship...or what he hoped was a friendship.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Sarah has officially and entirely lost track of where everyone is at the moment, but Nat suddenly took the initiative to seek out Noah in the throng of overtired, underfed, and just plain angsty subadults. "Yo, my daring dude," she whispered discretely, even going so far to only use a fraction of an inch of her mouth to expel the words. "Not to involve the old grouches, but, like, when did we actually last see Alex?"

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Blair kept glancing around the group, but she couldn't see, smell or hear the boy. Possibly due to all the people around, but it gave her a strange feeling. She could normally pinpoint any persons scent she wanted, no matter how large of a group. At the mention of roasted meat, she turned her head, looking at the odd looking meat stacked on top of each other. She curled her lip at the thought of having to eat more meat, and ignored the question, instead breaking off from Hana in search of Alex.

Hana watched Blair leave and disappear amongst the bustling crowd of the market. Although she wasn’t fully informed on Blair’s werewolf abilities, she figured she was capable of finding the boy faster than she possibly could, even with help. Hana turned her attention back to the group as they picked which place to eat at. She walked over to stand that Take pointed at, and inspected the different stews. They all contained meat of course with their respective veggies and there was one that was simply a vegetable soup. Each meat based stew had a small sign that designated each other from the rest, but Hana couldn’t read Borealean. “Korim, what do these say?” she asked, gesturing to the signs.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Sarah finally lets herself realize that her internet situation gives her no hope of concocting responses that even barely compliment this beautiful writing and decides to just give it straight.
"The depressing subjectivity of well-intended honesty." And then, for Aella's understanding, Ciro added, "The unicorn."

Aella weaved her way through the group, desperate to not get seperated from him. Sparks flew dangerously from her finger tips anytime the spearmen got to close, her eyes darting back and forth. The sensation of bugs crawling against her skin ran up her arms and back, but every time she checked, there was nothing but gooseflesh along her pale freckled skin. She shivered, looking back at Ciro when he spoke. Akin to a dog, her head tilted curiously, not quite understanding the vague detail.
Then, just as she stumbled over a conveniently placed pebble due to her gaze being averted from the path, she realized what he meant. "It's not your fault, you know." She told him quietly, no longer looking at him. Maybe due to the fact she didn't want to stumble again, maybe due to how loud it was in the Borealean market. Or both. "What they did was...horrible. They had no right to rid the unicorn of its horn. They're monsters for doing so. But many people are monsters." She thought of the other unicorn horn above the Chief's chair, twisted and gleaming despite the dull light. And the dragons skull, perched higher up, staring down with bare eye sockets at the strange group. There was no doubt that the dragon had once been a mighty king of the mountains before the Rugæ had slain it, and took its skull as a prize, as if they hadn't stolen a life.
"Not you, though. You tried. I had no doubt that it would have worked out fine if they hadn't decided to be absolute idiots." A sliver of her enclosed rage slipped out in her last words, joined by a sudden shower of sparks that ran down on the ground around her, narrowly missing Ciro. She stomped them out quickly, silencing her anger as quickly as it had appeared. "Don't blame yourself for something you didn't have any control over. Even if you want to."

 

[Amer]

@HeavensHens88 Kipp eyed the fox boy who had been so silent people were bound to forget his existence. He didn't know how he knew, but some where in the far reaches of his memory he knew Colby didn't eat meat.

"Maybe our next stop should be a pawn shop or something, so we can trade what we have for normal currency? People are giving us weird looks every time we try to buy something."

“What’s a pawn shop?” Korim asked. He noticed that most of the kids shoved words together like “what” and “is” and began doing that as well.

Take looked at the next stand over, where it appeared the person running it was cooking different types of stews. As much as he liked meat skewers, it surely wasn’t enough to be considered a meal. “Let’s eat there” he proposed, pointing at the next stand.

“Excellent preposition,” said Kyle. His delicate dentition made him a vegetarian by nature. All meat was too coarse for him. Cam was glad they weren’t having meat skewers and had been craving something homely like the food at the Korim’s ever since the day before.

Sarah has officially and entirely lost track of where everyone is at the moment, but Nat suddenly took the initiative to seek out Noah in the throng of overtired, underfed, and just plain angsty subadults. "Yo, my daring dude," she whispered discretely, even going so far to only use a fraction of an inch of her mouth to expel the words. "Not to involve the old grouches, but, like, when did we actually last see Alex?"

“Uhhhh,” Noah asked. “With the flying lion.” What was the word? Oh yeah, griffin. “With the griffin.” The curly-haired boy had been streaking away from it when he last saw him.

Hana watched Blair leave and disappear amongst the bustling crowd of the market. Although she wasn’t fully informed on Blair’s werewolf abilities, she figured she was capable of finding the boy faster than she possibly could, even with help. Hana turned her attention back to the group as they picked which place to eat at. She walked over to stand that Take pointed at, and inspected the different stews. They all contained meat of course with their respective veggies and there was one that was simply a vegetable soup. Each meat based stew had a small sign that designated each other from the rest, but Hana couldn’t read Borealean. “Korim, what do these say?” she asked, gesturing to the signs.

Korim’s eyebrows drew together as he read the Borealan characters. “Tante, yugum, and parefree. I actually have no idea what those are, but I know this one is spicy, and this one uses takram and naprum, which are vegetables.” He pointed to the spicy yugum and then the vegetable soup. He stared at the vegetable soup. There were other vegetables in it that he had never seen before floating in it, while only takram and naprum were in the meat soups. “And I don’t know what other vegetables this one contains.”

 

[Rose Quartz]

Kipp would have preferred pretty much anything solid over soup or stew. Anything that wouldn't remind him of the nasty broth they'd had for days at the mine. But he was too tired, cranky, and hungry to voice his complaints. Food was food, the sooner they chose what to eat they'd be able to find a place to sleep. The idea of a real bed, something he hadn't had since he'd gotten here, was the main thing that was keeping him going. At this point he didn't even care if something awful happened once he dropped his guard, he just wanted a full nights uninterrupted sleep.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“What’s a pawn shop?” Korim asked. He noticed that most of the kids shoved words together like “what” and “is” and began doing that as well.

“Excellent preposition,” said Kyle. His delicate dentition made him a vegetarian by nature. All meat was too coarse for him. Cam was glad they weren’t having meat skewers and had been craving something homely like the food at the Korim’s ever since the day before.

“Uhhhh,” Noah asked. “With the flying lion.” What was the word? Oh yeah, griffin. “With the griffin.” The curly-haired boy had been streaking away from it when he last saw him.

Korim’s eyebrows drew together as he read the Borealan characters. “Tante, yugum, and parefree. I actually have no idea what those are, but I know this one is spicy, and this one uses takram and naprum, which are vegetables.” He pointed to the spicy yugum and then the vegetable soup. He stared at the vegetable soup. There were other vegetables in it that he had never seen before floating in it, while only takram and naprum were in the meat soups. “And I don’t know what other vegetables this one contains.”

Take came forward to take a look at the stews for himself. A wide, daring grin spread across his face when he caught sight of the spicy yugum. “Oh yeah, I want a big bowl of the spicy stew” he said, intrigued by its bright vermillion color that said ‘beware I’m packing some serious heat.’ He pointed at it eagerly, hoping the stand owner would get the memo. He took a moment to glance back at the others, and noticed Emma standing alone with Kit. His grin faded, “Hey where’s your aunt?” he asked the girl, looking about for Blair in the general vicinity like a lost child.