Nisahime

In an hours time, Nisa would walk through the town of beginnings wearing an appearance that had not been in this place for quite some time. Even moreover she had to get familiar with the subtle differences that built up to major ones over such a long stint. A lot of the locations were different and the city was much larger. Ironically it would be the clock tower that still stood that would cement her sense of direction. Scanning the stalls and trading bits of coin that she'd managed to scrounge together from different places. One being a ruined tower, others being in the depths of a sewer. Alt

Unfolding her arms, Nisa would push herself from the guard rail and look at Freya as she'd pay her a sigh. The fomorians had taken to collecting the rubbish from the streets, as they always had. Likely to be used for some random bandage or whatever. "First, what are you doing with those groceries? Second, we will be making a trip to the town of beginnings. I hope you brought go-col. Col. because your going to be responsible for buying what I tell you to." Spoken like a set of instructions that commanded a sense of authority that clearly did not match her visible age. A few steps from the girl

The woman would look Freya up and down as she'd toss her groceries back toward the fomor without even a second thought. "That was a little dramatic don't you think?" A number of the nearby citizens would be visibly in agreement with her as they'd stop and stare at the pairing. "Eruda isn't going to be able to make anything good out of rubbish. Sometimes garbage is garbage. Without a dry oven she is going to end up with nothing more then scrap. Although I wouldn't expect anyone to understand that. There objects with quality and those without. Like your most recently returned purchase." Nisa wou

Pulling the final strand would see the thing come into a solid shape. "Not my best work, but clearly better then anything your finding in a store these days." Nisa looks down and grabs both sides, tugging it apart and seeing how readily it snaps back into shape. "You shouldn't take those, unless your sister is familiar with a dry oven your not going to get anywhere with them. The threadwork is a little off, probably do to the poor quality of the fabric." That sentence interpreted by the shop keeper who was within earshot. "Hey, if your going to be judging my good quality perhaps do it somewher

A pull of a needle through the fabric as she continues to fold and cross stitch feverishly, the NPC before her still riddled in a stupor. Here this girl was, taking up the main space of his stall seeming to sew right in the damn way. The guy didn't know how to respond. "Damn..." she'd respond to further accent his confusion without any context. "More fabric please." the girl would gesture to another section of folded white cloth as she'd cast the incomplete white headband to the ground as if it were rubbish. It would be at this point she'd be met with the daughter of sorrow, the very same that

The woman would see to dusting off her hands, causing a reddish brown powder to slide off into a small puff of equally colored film. A glance up toward a sapphire blue sky as the somber fall of snow would skitter through the air, the climate holding a very frigid bite. So much so that every exhale from her would see a wave of white from her lips. "I've missed this." Morrighan remarks to no one, finding a space to begin to peruse another set of wares. This stall in particular seemed to deal entirely in fabrics, and the temptation to take to a simpler pleasure was boiling in her stomach. It had

The crowded streets of Lhasri were ripe with activity, as it seemed they were always this way. The fragrant scents that filled the air were as sharp as they were alien. Morrighan meandered here using the population as a form of shield from prying eyes, as well as offering herself the opportunity to witness how it was the denizens were existing. It was odd, that the tundra had claimed the isle of Belvast. Despite this change however, the place still took to its commerce dealings in spades. Each waltz down packed corners was met with equally flamboyant sights. "Miss?" an NPC would ask as the wom

*New Round Turn Order Shift The thunderous boom outside would cause the woman to turn, knowing the sound was an omen and a flag to prove the location of what she sought. Slinking out of the tent with a raised hand to open the cloth cover. "There it is. Good job team~" she'd respond with a musical twist looking to the ghost that was still floundering on the ground. Closing the space between them, she'd push her boot into its chest and lean down to remove the ring from its right ring finger. "Hamelin, what a strange shape you've taken. Buried by the imposed system. In such a state you won't

*Turn Order Reorder top of round Shaking her head in disagreement as the dragoon would explode out of the tent. "Sometimes I wonder." she'd mutter beneath her breath before continuing to dig in the wooden crate she was searching through. Lots of old fabric that has sense decayed with age, some rotten fruit and tarnished and rusted cooking utensils. But what she was looking for had to be around here somewhere. The rattling of a bag of what almost sounded like stones clacking together as she pulled the leather bound thing out, poking her head into the opening to see what was inside. "Gems.

"Well this has been magnificently pleasant, hopefully this was all informative enough for you." She'd offer as a near dismissal as she'd start to wander down to the southern side of the beach, drawing her heel and forming a square in it. "Games over, take the answers or don't. I don't really care, but I assure you they are the truth." She stops once her square is drawn, and a flash of her eyes in a glowing silver would see that square transition into what would appear at first glance as a pure sheet of glass. Leaning down, the woman uses both hands to lift it up. This would reveal a set of sta

Removing her finger from Kasumi's lips, Morrighan would encourage the little game they were all trying to play. Trying to find an encounter to ask more questions, what an interesting form of payment for an inquiry. It suited her well enough, given that it would break their line of sight while she would be free to work. Save one. Raidou seemed utterly fixated and focused on her, a fact that was not unnoticed by the woman. "Such an evil glare, or a provocative one. So menacing." She'd offer with a fake shiver as she'd clutch her upper arms with crossed hands. "I think you missed a spot." She'd e

The players continued to get basically forced away from her time and time again, only getting a word or two before getting thrown or shoved by Sand's Claw. Constantly forced to retreat as they continued to try and multitask and steal some answers in addition to their given aid. "What was that? I didn't catch that last bit..." The woman would cup an open hand to her right ear as Celeste again fumbles ass over tea kettle from an heavy claw striking her cleaver. "I think you'll need to speak up, annunciate properly." A change in posture as she'd place her hands on her hips, and look on at them al

Nisahime would look to them, finding the taste of mixed emotions smattered upon their faces. Some were angry, others were elated. "So dower. Good morning Gerrard." The woman would remark to the man mischievously, breaking him into a jarring sense of confusion. "I know your all wondering, and yes you are entirely correct. But perhaps a slightly different approach." She'd gesture to the sands and convey that they were about to be interrupted. "This merry few have been so gracious to accompany my efforts for so long. Lets see if you can abandon logic and take what I say without trying to make a m

Familiar sands would nurse beneath her black boots, as she'd scan the echoing waves of the shore. Still stagnant in its appearance, despite frequent encounters upon its surface. To most this was the view it would always provide, but to the woman it couldn't be more off. Her memory recalled stone titans, and motes of elemental energy. Stampeding living columns and patches of herbs. It had been so long since, yet that memory was ever vivid. "In time..." The woman murmurs as she'd look to the waves climbing itself up her heeled leather. The deep blood red robe of her past lingered on her mind, be

The splashing within this dimly lit entryway would ring out and seem to carry on for eons. The audible outcry screaming off the walls in a hollow retelling. The figure in front of that faint glowing square would shift and stand, looking down upon the girl that had so rudely interrupted his research. Even further still, it was exactly one participant to which that documentation entailed. "You have some nerve, Himé." That opaque specter would respond in a familiar voice, but with it a tinge of pain. The voice cracks and nearly chokes, as the very soul seemed to ache on every word. A flash of flu

Before another word, a bright white light would gleam within the snow storm. Morrighan’s attire would change to that armor that she so desperately wanted returned to its old nature. A golden color with seams of black and white giving it almost an under armor tone to it. “I need your help to merge this tear of the spirit” pulling out the crystal shaped tear that she had gotten not too long ago, “With this armor, to help return its full potential so that I may do what I came to Aincrad to do.” A smile appears on the man's face, taking the crystallized oddity from her palm. Holding it in both han

*Optimal Turn Order Grasping the map between her two palms, a bright white light engulfs the entire group rendering them blind for the better part of a minute. What they feel is a ruthless coldness, winds blowing around them at a rapid speed as specks of freezing rain would hit their frames. Morrighan walks forward leaving the group huddled in the deep misted storm that took hold of Sneachta. Glancing back, “You wanted this” saying before making her way toward the destination she sought. Morrighan wasn't impeded by the snow, could see perfectly where the path would lead. Reaching a

Combat Ends, Rhino's Horn Debuff Fades, Turn Order Change It was so silent, not sure if Morrighan found it more annoying or amusing that Raidou couldn’t keep his eyes off. By now they would know that Morrighan would leave to do what she had to soon. Also knew that nothing she did was going to stop these little soldiers from trying to follow. Maybe this time, an exception could be made. Pointing toward the water, “Company awaits,” all eyes were in that direction but not Raidou’s. Walking through the water, boots not getting wet rather just splashing off. Stepping around the man, “You can t

Morrighan saw that Raidou was watching her very carefully. It was quite intriguing how oh so fascinated they were with her. It was almost an oddity to them that this place was frequented yet every day for the past week they have been right here bursting the little distraction that was put between Morrighan and what was needed to finish that final gear. Was a bit surprised that they seemed to have nothing else to do but follow. These people were not dressed for where she had to go. That would be a very rude awakening but A for effort. Trailing through the sands, circling the tides that threaten

Right on que, everyone shows up in the oh so early light. The sun was just rising but they seemed so desperate to catch her in the act of what exactly? They would keep running into more trouble than it was worth and Morrighan will keep having to save their bacon because their leader was noisy. Just beneath the shallow waters comes the large crab, also on time. Glancing around at the group, Morrighan finds that Raidou is paying a special eye to her. Curious what his plans were to stay in proximity was. Where she was going, it will be a tough place to keep a visual on her let alone everything el

Down the constantly familiar sands of the beach, a obvious port hole into places beyond. Morrighan found it interesting that this is where it was so easy to punch into any manner of odd location, but was it really that strange? The quest that held itself here would prove an adequate guardian, moreover when it would respond before anyone could take an honest look. This spoke leagues into why she so readily accepted aid from the members that frequently intended to interfere and yet aided her efforts. The waves stir just as readily, so early in the morning. She'd wait calmly as the shore as she'd

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An interest as the woman continued to cordon off an area of the beach, where most she'd offer nothing more then a simple dismissal she'd offer a deeper albeit fleeting explanation. "You don't remember? Unfortunate." a playful suggestion with a click of her tongue that would take her to an aloof stare over her right shoulder. "Credne's mallet. I need a gateway to the depths of Baol." Morrighan offers it so readily and spoken with enough moxie to confirm its truth in its believability. "As for the dirty work, you lot more then had it handled. No learning when a hand is held an all that." Her eye

As the player sought out the first door of many, taking an ounce of caution as to not step into the wrong part of her own psyche. Flames perched high upon its sides would snuff out from the torches, and that gilded ivory door would turn blue once its handle is clasped and reshape itself instantly. This one took the shape of pull bar the moment its touched, as if divining the place to which it would lead and the choice was chosen. A black abyss stared back savagely and without warning as it would reach out in blackened tongues, vines topped with barbs but color stricken from them. Like a rose b

When placed upon the stones and allowing a stillness to overtake their mind, the player will find sound itself begin to become so small. The wind moves to silence, the trees no longer allowing their voices to be heard. What remains is the subdued cascading of the waterfall, the only notable noise. Then it would hit *drip* The sound of a single droplet striking a puddle in an empty cave, and with it weightlessness, the slight feeling of falling *drip* Again that sound like a raindrop is heard and it would send shivers down the spine, as the body seemed to become numb. *