-The Mythics RP-

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The sun continued to come up. If Jintao guessed correctly, it was around 6:00 am now. He frowned, almost stopping to stare at the ground. "The mercantile back there should be able to meet all your needs," he talked in the volume he had earlier, forgetting that she probably didn't hear him. Remembering, he spoke louder, "I can take you back to the one we just passed. I'll just want to go with you because I know them. That is, if you want to go there now. They should be opening in an hour or two now."

(You could go look at his form in the Archives. :p

@_-Captain BRM-_ )
"I would, yes." She stood oddly, wondering how many cards were left to play.
This was fine.
He was a compassionate man and he bloomed with possibilities. Kindness could be twisted.
He seemed oblivious, though.
She slid the box-blade into her sleeve. "Lead, stranger."

@Lacy Duckwing
 
Claura perked back up. "It sounds like a plan," she smiled. Grabbing her dress and doing a half spin, she said, "So, what color do you like? I will work on a dress while I wait. It will be perfect!" She stopped and pointed at Adeen's rough hands. "I will be sure to find you some gloves. You'll probably need a bigger size to cover your blisters, so I should get on that first."
“What color do you think would look good on me? Green maybe? I think I have a pair of gloves somewhere. If they even fit me still” She smiled, glad to see her friend happy. Maybe this would be a good thing after all.
 
"I would, yes." She stood oddly, wondering how many cards were left to play.
This was fine.
He was a compassionate man and he bloomed with possibilities. Kindness could be twisted.
He seemed oblivious, though.
She slid the box-blade into her sleeve. "Lead, stranger."

@Lacy Duckwing
Jintao watched her hide the box-blade from the corner of his eye. He shifted the weight of his coat as it lay folded over his arm. It felt as though it was gaining weight the longer he held onto it.
Without saying a word, he lead the way back to the store. The windows were now lit up from a lantern inside. The owner was awake. Jintao glaced down both sides of the street before crossing. Subtle signs of life showed that the town was starting to wake. He crossed the cobblestone road with an eye on Tay. He wasn't going to leave her standing alone in the street this time.

@_-Captain BRM-_
 
“What color do you think would look good on me? Green maybe? I think I have a pair of gloves somewhere. If they even fit me still” She smiled, glad to see her friend happy. Maybe this would be a good thing after all.
"Green," Claura let the word roll off her tongue slowly. She put her hand to her chin. "Maybe something more like teal." Claura pictured a flowing teal dress on Adeen with pure white gloves. It would work, though she wasn't sure it would hide her stains that well.
 
Ember stared at the blade embedded in the floorboards for a brief moment, her head cocking ever so slightly.
"Don't be too sure," she replied slowly, looking up at the Harpy again, recognition drawing, before turning her focus back to Vhanya and the other Mythic.
"Not yet," she muttered back, raking her gaze over the fist Harpy before reaching down and tugging the knife out of the black wood.
"Hm. It's smaller than I expected."
Galen, unfazed by her stare, returned it, ignoring the scorpion for the moment.
"you wanted to carry around something larger? Also, I would have handed it to you but-" he gestured to Vhanya, "I don't care for death very much.”
Lichen pointed to the new Harpy. “This guy. He makes a lot of sense.”

Vhanya’s eyes flicked between three Harpies. For a split second she considered the words exchanged by them: Realization took hold. She jabbed a finger towards Galen.
“You’re a bladesmith?”
She saw the opportunity blooming before her as clear as day, smiths were useful. Smiths were an asset.
Ember’s expression had changed to a shade of familiarity, Vhanya took advantage of this.
“You’re acquainted with him, Ember?”
As she spoke, she lowered her flintlock away from the other strange Harpy woman; her naïvety overshadowed her confidence, a fatal flaw, especially in a place like Pirate’s Cove. Vhanya wouldn’t need to shoot her, if it was the Harpy’s time to die, there were plenty of others in the Cove that would fell her as soon as she took flight.

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
 
Jintao watched her hide the box-blade from the corner of his eye. He shifted the weight of his coat as it lay folded over his arm. It felt as though it was gaining weight the longer he held onto it.
Without saying a word, he lead the way back to the store. The windows were now lit up from a lantern inside. The owner was awake. Jintao glaced down both sides of the street before crossing. Subtle signs of life showed that the town was starting to wake. He crossed the cobblestone road with an eye on Tay. He wasn't going to leave her standing alone in the street this time.

@_-Captain BRM-_
She kept her head low and followed in his steps. Her feet ached and when they stopped at the door she leaned on the wall, waiting.

@Lacy Duckwing

(My snippets have been rough, but I'm slowly getting back into the RP swing. Sorry!)
 
"Green," Claura let the word roll off her tongue slowly. She put her hand to her chin. "Maybe something more like teal." Claura pictured a flowing teal dress on Adeen with pure white gloves. It would work, though she wasn't sure it would hide her stains that well.
“Sounds beautiful, no matter what you pick. “ she smiled. It wouldn’t work out, most likely, but at least she could say she tried.
 
Vhanya’s eyes flicked between three Harpies. For a split second she considered the words exchanged by them: Realization took hold. She jabbed a finger towards Galen.
“You’re a bladesmith?”
She saw the opportunity blooming before her as clear as day, smiths were useful. Smiths were an asset.
"Depends on why you're asking." He narrowed his eyes, "but I guess you could say that it's a little hobby of mine,"
He bowed his head slightly, a formality that wasn't worth anything here but was a habit at this point "I'm Galen"
 
She kept her head low and followed in his steps. Her feet ached and when they stopped at the door she leaned on the wall, waiting.

@Lacy Duckwing

(My snippets have been rough, but I'm slowly getting back into the RP swing. Sorry!)
Jintao banged on the door slightly and stepped back. When no one came to the door, he banged again.
"Hold on, hold on," someone from inside complained. An older man unlocked the door, opening it for Jintao. "Jintao?" he exclaimed. "What brings you here such early in the morning? And why are you not wearing your coat? You'll catch a cold. Get in he-"
Jintao stepped aside, directing his attention to Tay. "Oh," the man said, noticing her. "Who's this?" he stared at the woman.

@_-Captain BRM-_

(That's fine. It's been awhile for me too.)
 

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