[PP-F2] Running Away, Towards or Just Running? [Vale] <<RGQ: Merchant's Lost Goods>>

[Samriel 0]

After Samriel left Mack and Magda very suddenly after completing the quest Let There Be Light, she ran. It helped clear her thoughts and it was good for her to stretch her legs. Whenever she felt a twinge of anger, she just pushed herself harder to go faster. Why was she so weak? Was she just being stupid? No, she didn't need anyone else's help. If she couldn't make it on her own, she might as well be dead. That was always how she lived before, why change now? She was stronger than this. She could get strong on her own again.

But even as she told herself this, her brow remained furrowed as she ran until finally had to stop, her stamina giving out. Panting heavily and covered in a thin amount of simulated sweat, Samriel's fists closed tight as they rested on her knees, leaning forward and not bothering to look where she was or who she was around. "Stupid....bat.... Stupid....Mack..... Mierda...." The blonde panted, her long braid getting in her face as she caught her breath, the afternoon sun only being broken by a light breeze.

The blonde's peace was broken by the voice of a somewhat high pitched man with an accent. "Oh thank th' heavens you two're here!" Glancing up in surprise, Samriel saw that not only was she not alone, it wasn't just the owner of the voice that she was with. There was also another woman there, crafting a rather imposing figure in her skin tight fur suit, making her seem for all the world a cat on two legs...with a pretty impressive bosom that attention was already drawn to not for the size but for the sigil on it, though it was transparent. But none of these things truly drew her attention as much as how she carried herself. Like a person confident in her own body, proud of it and sure that she could take on the world. Blinking blankly, the healer slowly stood up straight before her attention was drawn back to the person that spoke. Who was an NPC apparently. The man was a little portly in a homey sort of way and he looked anxious and relieved at the same time as he glance between the two players. "This dur-ding-dang wind done made a mess of my goods, strewn them all over this field! There's too many for me to find just by my lonesome an I need to get back into town before the market closes! Could you two help a fella out?"

A quest window popped up in front of Samriel and she considered it for a moment, reading before her eyes glanced over at the dark beauty. Shrugging casually she said, "Might as well." Before pressing the 'accept' button and waiting to see the other woman's decision.

Edited March 20, 2017 by Samriel

[Vale 1]

The attractive Neko woman was strutting her way down the main trail of the second floor. She had heard rumors of decent quests in the area, but only if you were at the right place at the right time. Taking this into account, Vale gave herself plenty of reasons to be in the area. So much so she variated her early day routines. Instead of jogging like a normal human, she decided to use her new feline reflexes and agility to jump from tree to tree. Sweat was visibly noticed on her forehead from the workout form that morning, now it was just the leisure stroll back to town.

Vale noticed with her catlike crystalline amethyst eyes, a blonde woman running as fast as she could toward the direction of the Neko Girl. The Panther woman felt in her gut that this woman was not intentionally trying to approach her. She shifted her eyes slightly to see a man whom seemed to be on the brink of slinging vernaculars left and right. All his inventory upon his wagon was littered all over the ground, in fact the Wagon itself was even toppled over. Vale’s catlike ears twitched when she heard the panting words of the blonde haired woman she had just come in the presence of.

Just as the Neko woman opened her mouth to speak, her ears twitched again as the man began to speak asking for their assistance in retrieving all the items on the ground. And in the process would be allowed to keep some materials for later use. A quest dialogue box appeared in front of both girls, apparently the quest required at least two participants to trigger the event. Vales eyes immediately drifted back to the girl she was now to be doing a quest with, and she was quite the looker up close. Biting down on her lower lip somewhat seductively toward the blonde haired girl, “Well if she is willing, then you can bet that I am here to help too.” Vale purred then turned to the girl, “Nice to meet you gorgeous, what’s your name?” Vale’s vixen-esque tone of voice and smile appeared, “The name is Vale.” She winked.

Vale turned herself toward the nearest box that was dumped on the ground. There was some strange feeling about this whole ordeal. The way the wagon fell was toward the center of the road, but the road curved downward toward the edges of the road. Vale decided to keep that thought in her own head for a moment as she bent down to put the materials back into the box. Seeing a particular herb sitting amidst them all, "Hey Mr. Wagon Driver, do you mind if I take this Ammeliyte Rose? I need it for a particular conconction." She asked aloud, the man stunned that such a beautiful woman was an alchemist. All he could do was nod in a speechless manner as he noticed just how defined a body Vale has.

ID: 80117 | LD: 15+3=18(Mat gathered)

@Samriel

Edited March 22, 2017 by Vale

[Samriel 0]

As she awaited the other woman's reaction, Samriel was struck by a familiarity to a former guild member in the woman. More her coloration than anything but they could possibly be related in her fantasy world. But as soon as she opened her mouth the resemblance ended, though not unpleasantly. Snorting under her breath at the chosen adjective and nickname used to refer to herself, 'gorgeous' replied, "Samriel. Vale huh? Like the kind you wear or like a valley?" Might as well clear that up since they both sounded the same. The curvaceous player's flirting did nothing but vaguely amuse her, at least for now. It was pretty casual after all.

Blissfully noticing absolutely nothing abnormal about the merchant's cart or fallen wares, Sam sighed as she wandered over to where the wind was trying to whisk away some strings. Snatching them up, her eyebrows raised as she realized that they were metal strings for an instrument. Humming thoughtfully, the armored woman glanced over at Vale who was working what was given to her to her fullest advantage. Frowning more in slight envy at the easiness of which she managed to pull that off than disagreement at her methods, Samriel fingered the string before calling, "Sir, after we're done, could I have a couple feet of this string?" The man's eyes were still thoroughly glued to Vale's figure but managed to raise a hand and nod an agreement with a distracted hum. Lavender eyes rolling, she offered the other woman an amused smirk.

ID: 80656
LD: 17
+1 Tier 1 Material Gathered

Edited March 28, 2017 by Samriel