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[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Hanz Arstor - Socializing -

 

"Leisuring" Hanz replied back to Amara, clearly the girl was no fan of small talk, she did seem like quite the serious, straightforward, no bullshit woman. As for her friend, the giant man who was giving Hanz the stink eye, an expression he was definitely no stranger to. Hanz simply replied back with a smug smile back at him. As he saw everyone leaving. "May we meet again, Im sure we can talk more then." Hanz said keeping the smile as he walked away to follow the others to the limousines. 

 

Materializing a wine bottle, one he had 'borrowed' from the kitchen as he took a glass and went inside one of the limos. Even though the mood was depressed and somber, Hanz still looked stylish. Dropping his smile to better fit in with everyone as they rode to the funeral. 

 

- Hanz Arstor - The Funeral -

 

Hanz attended in the Funeral, sure. But he was very detached from everyone, keeping silent and keeping his distance from most. While everyone was expressing sympathy for Yuna, hell, Hanz would have offered her his condolences as well. But this was just so similar to an earlier experience in his life. He stood silent with a serious expression, as this reminded him of losing his parents.

 

"Its not that easy." Hanz spoke after iris, whose statement did hold some truth, Yuna would have to move on. Hearing Sol speak to her as well. "Let her choose what to do." Hanz spoke, his voice holding a calm, yet sad tone. "i've been through the same. i know how it feels, its alright if you want some time to Mourn." Hanz spoke, trying to be reasonable. 

 

"I'l be here till the end of this, if anyone needs me." Hanz spoke. Without taking his eyes off the casket for even a second. 

 

He did notice some priests making some prayers in the background, this disgusted him to no end. Hell. It downright pissed him off, but he didn't show it. 'Yes, Pray to your gods...the gods that allowed the city and countless civilians to be attacked and die, the same gods who let their own servants die.' Hanz thought. Taking a deep breath.

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

-Sol - At the funeral-

 

Sol listened to Iris and Hanz. Both of them had pretty sound ideas — perhaps relaxation away from the grave would allieviate

Yuna's stress, but if she'd like to mourn in remembrance, that'd be fine too.

 

Forgetting was a hard thing to do — Sol himself couldn't forget some of the things he had done. But brooding over the past too long was just a burden.

 

"Hmmmmm..." Sol thought for a moment, piecing together a response.

 

It's been a long time since Sol came to Corbenik. Maybe there's something that could help Yuna, perhaps as a gift for her father.

 

Sol noticed Hanz tensing up for a moment after. Damn, was it something I said? He couldn't quite see Hanz's face clearly, or make out what he was saying - his fedora, grandiose and lavish, covered much of his face. But Sol looked behind himself towards some priests in the background. He couldn't tell what Hanz was thinking sometimes (actually, all the time), but maybe he wasn't feeling the fact that Yuna's funeral wasn't as religious as the others.

 

He definitely didn't like the Gods, whichever religion inserted themselves in. Gods wrote a predetermined future; Sol damned that and took the future into his own hands.

[Yessie Maltese 1,564]

 

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Vow

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"Yuna..." Sol spoke, softly yet with the willingness to be heard. He wanted to give the girl something — anything. He touched her shoulder with his fingertips, then crouched down with her, eyes fixated on the slideshow. "It's hard to lose your family, huh? I got a bunch of shit that happened to me, too. Sometimes, I wish it all went away..."

Sol shifted to face Yuna. "But, you know, I'm still thinking about em. All you gotta do is carry them inside." Silence. Then, "I know an idiot who gave everything for me. If there's anything I can do for you..." He hesitated.

He looked to Corvus, dropping his eyes for a moment. "If you'd like", he spoke "we can head back."

-Iris - Nox Poetis-

 

Iris broke from her quiet moment with Zion once she realized the group was leaving for the funeral. She pulled away from Zion, and made her way out with the rest of the group, assuming Zion followed her out to the three white limos that were waiting for them. 'Fancy, perfect for Hat-Boy, and all his flair, and elegance.' She thought, and chuckled a bit, as a smile came to her lips.

 

-Funeral-

 

Iris frowned as she watched Yuna. 'I've never lost anything... Well, nothing like this.' Iris' mind raced, she narrowed her eyes, and looked to Sol, who was attempting to comfort the girl who had lost her father. "It's probably best if we do head back Sol." Iris chimed in. "This is obviously hard for her, the sooner she's allowed to leave, the sooner she can forget, and move on." Iris told him, a slight glare on her face.

 

She wasn't angry, but she didn't want to watch Yuna suffer for nothing. She had spoken, it was time for her to move on. She didn't know why she cared so much, she supposed it was because of the trauma they had gone through upon meeting. Situations like that seemed to make one grow fonder of others involved, despite all logic of them being complete strangers, and having no reason to care for one another.

- Hanz Arstor - Socializing -

 

"Leisuring" Hanz replied back to Amara, clearly the girl was no fan of small talk, she did seem like quite the serious, straightforward, no bullshit woman. As for her friend, the giant man who was giving Hanz the stink eye, an expression he was definitely no stranger to. Hanz simply replied back with a smug smile back at him. As he saw everyone leaving. "May we meet again, Im sure we can talk more then." Hanz said keeping the smile as he walked away to follow the others to the limousines. 

 

Materializing a wine bottle, one he had 'borrowed' from the kitchen as he took a glass and went inside one of the limos. Even though the mood was depressed and somber, Hanz still looked stylish. Dropping his smile to better fit in with everyone as they rode to the funeral. 

 

- Hanz Arstor - The Funeral -

 

Hanz attended in the Funeral, sure. But he was very detached from everyone, keeping silent and keeping his distance from most. While everyone was expressing sympathy for Yuna, hell, Hanz would have offered her his condolences as well. But this was just so similar to an earlier experience in his life. He stood silent with a serious expression, as this reminded him of losing his parents.

 

"Its not that easy." Hanz spoke after iris, whose statement did hold some truth, Yuna would have to move on. Hearing Sol speak to her as well. "Let her choose what to do." Hanz spoke, his voice holding a calm, yet sad tone. "i've been through the same. i know how it feels, its alright if you want some time to Mourn." Hanz spoke, trying to be reasonable. 

 

"I'l be here till the end of this, if anyone needs me." Hanz spoke. Without taking his eyes off the casket for even a second. 

 

He did notice some priests making some prayers in the background, this disgusted him to no end. Hell. It downright pissed him off, but he didn't show it. 'Yes, Pray to your gods...the gods that allowed the city and countless civilians to be attacked and die, the same gods who let their own servants die.' Hanz thought. Taking a deep breath.

-Sol - At the funeral-

Sol listened to Iris and Hanz. Both of them had pretty sound ideas — perhaps relaxation away from the grave would allieviate

Yuna's stress, but if she'd like to mourn in remembrance, that'd be fine too.

Forgetting was a hard thing to do — Sol himself couldn't forget some of the things he had done. But brooding over the past too long was just a burden.

"Hmmmmm..." Sol thought for a moment, piecing together a response.

It's been a long time since Sol came to Corbenik. Maybe there's something that could help Yuna, perhaps as a gift for her father.

Sol noticed Hanz tensing up for a moment after. Damn, was it something I said? He couldn't quite see Hanz's face clearly, or make out what he was saying - his fedora, grandiose and lavish, covered much of his face. But Sol looked behind himself towards some priests in the background. He couldn't tell what Hanz was thinking sometimes (actually, all the time), but maybe he wasn't feeling the fact that Yuna's funeral wasn't as religious as the others.

He definitely didn't like the Gods, whichever religion inserted themselves in. Gods wrote a predetermined future; Sol damned that and took the future into his own hands.

 

 

~Yuna and Corvus~

 

~Funeral~

 

Yuna was surprised as she looks at Sol with tears in her eyes. "Really?..." Corvus looks at Iris and sighs. "It's harder than you think. What's more is Cielo died, right in front of her. Give her some time, alright?" Yuna nods slowly to Sol. "We can go back..." she said quietly. She gets up and face the Casket. She dropped the rose on the top of the Casket. She continued to sobs quietly.

[Shulk 8,623]

Fiora - Hotel

 

Fiora wasn't sure which was worse: the return of Lucia, or being pulled behind Eclaire, who seemed to be acting as though she was particularly interested in the young woman. Fiora could tell that a fight was starting to break out between the two, and she seemed to be in the center of it. Eclaire's wording when it came to claiming that she found Fiora and the usage of the word hunger made Fiora's gut twist into a knot. Are they... are they fighting over me? Her eyes widened a bit in fear, though she managed to keep a fairly calm face aside from that. The way the fight was starting to go made it seem that the two might be arguing over who got to feast on Fiora's energy... She remained behind Eclaire since Lucia scared her the most, but she wanted to just get out and get something to eat. However, she had a feeling that bringing up that she herself was hungry might not be the best idea given the focus of the argument. The vision of her step-mother, the evil succubus, flashed in her mind. Am I going to end up like my father...?

 

 

Rose - Funeral

 

Rose had traveled with the others to the funeral of Yuna's father. She listened to the group discuss what to do from here. "I think we could all use a little break. Yuna, if you need anything, we're here for you. Just let us know," she gave the girl a warm smile. Death was something she'd dealt with before, but attending to funerals and helping others cope weren't exactly her strong suits, unfortunately. All she felt she could do was remain optimistic for the girl's sake; for everyone's sake.

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

Sol sighed at Rose's note. The weight of the morning was extremely heavy — it'd be nice to get some of it off their shoulders. "Yeah, let's head back."

 

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It was still rather early once everyone returned to the hotel. Sol thought for a moment what exactly there was to do in Corbenik. An idea flashed into his head, and with the snap of his fingers, he exclaimed "That's it!"

 

Sol looked towards Yuna, Rose, Hanz, and Iris. "Do any of you happen to have any phones? It'd be useful to keep in contact with each other. I'll ask anyone else from Rinde. Although... I won't be able to afford any type of nice phone like mine, we could probably get a couple smartphones. Just to keep in touch."

 

"There should be some sorta bank somewhere..." Sol put waved his hand "and don't worry about it, I got bank."

 

Elise crossed her arms. "Eh? Since when? Last time I remember seeing you, you could barely afford to-"

 

Sol grinned sheepishly and covered Elise's mouth, who struggled in response. "Don't mind her!" He said, embarassedly.

 

After breaking free and pushing Sol away, Elise gave him a piercing stare. "Oh my Solace, what a gentleman!" The hint of sarcasm elongated her words, leaving Sol to avoid eye contact with her with a sheepish smile.

Edited February 5, 2017 by Clouded Sun

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Hanz Arstor - After the Funeral -

 

Hanz kept quiet and silent throughout the rest of the funeral, in a mix between disgust at the priests and the other feeling trying to mix in with the atmosphere of sadness. However it didn't last long, as they left as soon as possible. Thank god for that, else he would have had some problems with public violence in a funeral directed at some priests, one of which had taken a glance at him, it seemed the priest recognized his face, even though it was hidden beneath his hat. Still, they were out of there, so no trouble would be brought for now.

 

Hanz stopped in his tracks, tipping his hat and letting out a small smug smile as Sol asked them if he had phones. "I do not...you see..." Hanz spoke changing his expression to a disappointed frown, and a then a sigh. "Having a phone, in my proffession would be disadvantageous." Hanz explained. It held some truth, if he had a phone, it'd make his position easier to locate with Lieth's technology. 

 

Listening to Sol's words and Elise's rebuttals amused Hanz to an extent. Hin soon, literaly materialized on his right shoulder. As both of them looked amused at Sol and Elise. 'Tell me hin...do you ship it?' Hanz thought, which Hin could listen as well as they had a mental link. It simply nodded its head. Which caused Hanz's smalll smile to increase a bit. 

 

Hanz kept going along with everyone. Now with Hin sitting on his Shoulder.

Edited February 5, 2017 by Scrapmaster

[Nero Kunivas 3,046]

- The Witch of the Wilds - Nox Poetis -

 

Lucia merely scoffed lightly at the notion of feeding off of Fiora, waving her right hand slightly. "Please, I haven't a lick of interest in feasting on her, Clary...though, I suspect, I am seeing someone before me who revels in such a notion~" The Witch was dismissive of Fiora, her interest fixated on others, then her finger pointed in a lazed accusatory motion toward Eclaire as she concluded her sentence, pulling her hand back with a chuckle and placing it upon her swaying hip. Lucia could see Clary's potential interest in the young, feeble girl who cowered behind her figurative dress, quivering at the sight of a Succubi such as them, never mind two of them.

 

- Isaac Wilhelm - Nox Poetis -

 

Issac was mildly amused by Sol's rather nonchalant musing of his apparent lack of noticing an ostentatious man such as himself, though the more pressing matter, the dead old guy, was answered at least partly. "Complicated? Must've been bad...I don't know the man, but, send my condolences. I won't keep ya, go right along." Isaac became a little solemn as he spoke, his initial indifference gave way to that pretty quickly. After they departed, he leaned against the receptionist desk, awaiting their return with folded arms and when they did, he would signal them over.

 

- Invidia Reyes, Archangel - Nox Poetis -

 

Archangel stayed sat upon his chair that he had nodded off in, observing the Succubi arguing over something, seemingly Fiora, the small girl now behind Eclaire. Perhaps they were negotiating on the conundrum of who would be the one to feed off of her when they needed to do so, which seemed to amuse Invidia who called to them: "If you two lovebirds need someone to feed on, please count me out. I need my strength for future endeavours." He spoke in a soft jest, though he was partially serious despite his not minding Succubi, he didn't know too much about them in truth.

 

- The Reaper, Servant of The Witch - Nox Poetis -

 

The Reaper was bored, but his mistress and the supposed Ruler of Succubi's little chat has proven entertaining for the servant.

Edited February 5, 2017 by Nero Kunivas

[Zack1187 34]

-Iris - After the Funeral-

 

At Sol's question, Iris nodded, pulling out a phone. "I have one... Well, it's not mine. Got it from some girl... I dont remember her name, not like she matters now." Iris told him, with a slight smirk. She examined the phone, the truth was, she hadn't even used it. Just taken it because she figured she could use it sometime in the future. Iris looked to Sol, and Elise, smiling a bit.

 

"You two are cute. Though, Elise you could do much better... Like me, for instance." Iris said, with a smirk, giggling a bit to herself. She went back to examining the phone in her hands. "Oh, no offence Sol." She added on to her previous statement, not wanting to make it seem like he wasn't good enough for Elise, or anyone else, for that matter. He was great, but, just no match for her, obviously. Iris looked to Zion and smiled a bit as she looked at the Goddess.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

=Dalian= 

 

"I have a phone~" Dalian pipped up. 

Of course she had a phone. Everyone knew she had a phone by now. It is the only thing that really lets her control her powers. 

"It is a good idea for us to be able to get in contact with each other seeing as we are a rather big group. If we get split up we can easily find each other again!" Dalian had pulled her phone, showing Sol the number to it. 

 

 

 

(pls kill me first post in a while) 

[Yessie Maltese 1,564]

~Yuna and Corvus~

 

~Funeral~

 

Yuna nods and smiles a little. "Thank you, Rose..." she said quietly. Corvus goes to Yuna and placed his hands on both of her arms. "C'mon. Let's go back." He rubs her arms a little as he and Yuna went back to the hotel.

 

~After the Funeral~

 

"I have one." Yuna took out her phone. Corvus gets his phone out of his pocket. It does had a small crack on the screen but still works perfectly. He laughs a bit when he looks at Sol and Elise. "So, Sol. Is Elise your girlfriend or something?" Yuna giggles at them. Corvus smirks and decided to tease Yuna a bit. "Or is Yuna your girlfriend?" Yuna looks at Corvus and was panicking. "Ehh?! But I- I only me-met him yesterday!" She said as she blushes darkly in comical way and covered her face. Corvus laughs. "Yuna, relax! I'm kidding."

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

-Nox Poetis - Sol-

 

 

Elise laughed at Iris' attempt to flirt. Putting her hand on her hip, and with a bit of sass, she started off "Must've been a reeeeaaal nice girl to give you that phone, huh? She'd be a much better match for you than I am!" With an even larger laugh, she started jabbing at Sol's side, which only caused her to notice a more saddened look. She could definitely tell Sol tried to suppress it, but he wasn't doing a very good job.

 

Elise continued "...Anyway, it just wouldn't work out with us. I, uhhh..." Elise tried to think of an excuse, "I need... someone on my level." Elise winked, "But I do see some very interesting candidates!" Elise flashed her eyes at Dalian and Yuna, then winked at Sol. He couldn't help but laugh. "You just won't quit, will you?" he said, jabbing her shoulder back. He smiled and mouthed the words "Thank you."

 

Dalian was the first to give out her number. Having the newer phones, Sol only had to scan her screen, and her contact information was recorded automatically."Got it," Sol said, more excitedly than he intended to come off. Elise raised an eyebrow. At Corvus' joke about Yuna and Sol, Elise snickered a little. She began "If you wanna head back in any time, go ahead! I doubt Sol would object your company, ladies. She chuckled, then waved to Iris, Rose and Hanz. "If you need me, just let me know~" petting Hin, she added "Ooooh I can't wait to see you again!~" She blew a kiss goodbye, then trotted off back inside the hotel.

 

"Jeez, Elise..." Sol murmured. Turning to Hanz and the girls, he asked "So, uh y'all got any plans for today? And do you need one of these, Rose?"

 

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Elise entered the building, looking back at Sol and his new friends. A saddened secret weaved its way into the cracks of her heart again. Sol was more than a long time friend to her... she just wished he'd see it again.

 

But she knew it'd never happen. And she'd never be able to change that no matter how hard she tried.

 

Having been so lost in thought that she bumped into a metal door... or something. "Agh, dammit!" she exclaimed in pain, before looking up to a huge burly metal arm, as a head peeked out and fixated in her direction. She wailed "Og god, sorry!" stepping back to try to meet him eye to eye. He sure is a tower of a guy. Elise tried to start over. "Welcome to Nox Poetis! Do you need an extra large cont-l ugh, I mean do you need a room?" Elise stammered.

Edited February 6, 2017 by Clouded Sun

[Shulk 8,623]

Rose

 

Rose accompanied the others as they returned to the hotel. Their little discussion in the main lobby eventually led to the question of whether or not she owned a phone. Rose drew her phone from her pocket. "I've already got one. I learned rather quickly that you pretty much need one if you want to get around in Liethe," she explained as she read off her contact information for the others. "I appreciate the offer, though." She noticed that the teasing between Sol, Elise, and the others had seemed to make a few people in the group a bit more nervous, but it was at least an improvement from the somber mood the room held earlier. I suppose I should be glad they don't really have anything to tease me about. Then again, it's because they're getting closer that they can tease each other... So maybe it wouldn't be that bad. "I don't really have any specific plans for today. Getting to know all of you better would be nice, though," she responded to Sol's question.

 

 

Fiora

 

Fiora felt a little relieved to hear that Lucia had no interest in her, although her comment that she could tell Eclaire wanted to use Fiora brought back the fear in an even greater capacity. Now she knew for sure what was going on. She took a few steps back from Eclaire, too afraid to just bolt out of the room but not wanting to be so close to the woman. I... I don't want to be used as food for one of them... This... can't be happening... not now...

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

{Ronin Trio: Nox Poetis; Hotel}

While the funeral commenced, the Ronin Trio breakfasted. Garok was surprisingly a bit of a health nut, so ate a balanced breakfast, though at quantities fit for a Gin. Amara never much cared for taste, so ate a simple bowl of nourishing porridge. Jerod, on the other hand, took the opportunity to have a more opulent breakfast of bacon, friend eggs, and a stack of pancakes. As he ate, he considered his vision that led the trio here. He was no closer to knowing exactly what it meant, though now knowing that the likes of Solace and Zion were here strengthened his confidence that he and his friends were in the right place.

"So, thoughts?" Jarod asked his compatriots before taking another bite of egg.

"Seems like a lot of the people here are connected." Garok pipped in as he peeled an orange.

"Agreed." Amara replied. "It feels like we're stumbling into something already started."

"No obvious need for our help." Garok observed. "Though offering it all the same might work out."

Jarod beamed. He had found out a long time ago that the best time to get a good analysis from Garok was during or right after a meal, when he could be down right civil.

"I concur." The Blind Swordsman said. "Plus, it might be good to ask for Zion's help locating pieces of Amara's past."

Amara, who had taken the syrup and was lightly drizzling it over Jarod's pancakes, froze.

"What?" She asked in a slightly choked tone.

"Amara, you have been avoiding your own kind for long enough." Jarod said in a kind, but firm tone. "And as the former queen of the Valkyries, she may have the knowledge and/or the resources to find out where you came from."

"But I thought my past didn't matter to my future?" The Valkyrie Gunslinger demanded, her eyes narrowing on her friend.

"But it casts doubt." Garok interjected, to the surprise of his two comrades. "Not knowing your past worries you, so you can't fully focus on something else. That's why I haven't done much forging since starting my quest. Can't give it my full attention."

"That was surprisingly enlightened observation, my friend." Jarod said, look impressed. "Perhaps we could begin a bit of meditation to-"

"Drop it, seer."

"Okay."

Amara looked down to see she had flooded Jarod's pancake plate with syrup, almost to the point of overflowing. She set the syrup down and gave her friends a morose look.

"You aren't going to drop this, are you two?" She asked.

"Afraid not." Jarod said with a smile.

Garok took a moment while he chewed on a piece of orange, then shook his head.

"Not this time." He rumbled.

"Fine." Amara breathed, admitting defeat. "I'll try to speak with Zion."

"Or another Valkyrie." Jarod pressed.

"Or another Valkyrie." Amara repeated glumly.

"Splendid." Jarod beamed, cutting into his throughly soaked pancakes.

"You know how unhealthy that stuff is?" Garok asked.

"I don't care right now, Garok."

"Your funeral."

 

The Ronin Trio finished their breakfast and went back to the lobby as funeral attendees were returning. Amara hoped against hope that Zion would not be among the crowd.

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

-Satchel Rooks-

 

It had been morning in Lieth for perhaps two hours now. Yet, the harsh Liethan sun had shown brightly in the present hours, its flame-like heat burning away. Creatures walked parts of the desert, far enough away enough for Satchel to see and perhaps recognize - although the rising sands inhibited visibility, so they were out of sight anyway - but tame and licking their lips for fresh prey.

 

None had yet attacked, but the Liethan species of creatures were a sight to behold when calm. Large-tusked and muscular Kedi cats maintained mutualistic relationships with gargantuan desert-adapted turtles, known as Adotoire. The protection of the vulnerable turtle-like creatures gave the cats both prey to eat, a place to rest, and travel in the form of the turtle's back.

 

The clash of Heba lizard squads for mates and shelter were infrequent, yes, but very common. As if they were familiar with martial artistry, they tail-whipped, tongue-slapped, and danced in battle as if in the jousting feud of princes. 

 

The "Desert Butterfly," scientifically known as the Boutilis were, at its smallest, the width of a Liethan UltraPhone. Their wings refracted light in a radial brilliance, almost unlike any rainbow. And like a fingerprint, no two Boutilis' wings' patterns were the same.

 

The sand kicked up, but the wildlife was unfazed - they were rather used to the conditions of Liethan soil, and they endured the weather going on about their business.

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-Iris - Nox Poetis-

 

"Well..." Iris began, in response to Sol's question about plans. "I had planned on a date with Zion today, to see some of the city." Iris told him, before giving out the number of the phone she had taken from the girl. She would have to change some things, it was rather nice though. "Also, I have money you guys can have, whoever needs it. I can just find some girl later on and take hers, so it's no big deal to me." Iris told them, with a smirk.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Hanz Arstor - Doing Whatever -

 

Hin screeched satisfied when Elise petted him, everybody seemed to like petting him, for some reason. Hanz simply chuckled at the scene, it was obvious that the girl liked Sol, but Sol was too oblivious to care...or he was too enamored with Yuna to notice. Still, he opened a smile as Sol asked them what were their plans for the day.  His smile turned into a frown as Iris spoke about a date with Zion. 

 

"We really should be planning our next move now, and we best to it quick, before Iris and Zion have their way with one another, might have to leave them behind then." Hanz joked, half joked actually, he meant the last part, just masked it within a small sarcastic snark. Sighing and shrugging as he headed to the Hotel door, materializing that bottle of wine he had drank in the limousine before, it was still half full. "If you'l need me you'l find me in the lounge." He spoke with a tip of his hat as he opened the Nox Poetis's front door and went in.

 

- Hanz Arstor - Within Nox Poetis's lounge -

 

Hanz walked in with as much style as he could. In the lounge he noticed two things, Elise talking to a hulking mech of a man, and the other was that trio of misfits from before. The Hulk, Korra, Amara, and the Lee Sin, The blind man. A sight which brought a small smile to his face.

 

Approaching them slowly as he bowed his head, holding onto his hat for them. "Greetings again! I hope you all had a good breakfast...I missed mine because of the funeral" He complained at the end, with a small chuckle he looked at Jarod. "I don't believe we've met, my name is Hanz, pleasure to meet you sir." Hanz spoke with a polite tone, as his eyes shifted to Amara.

 

Before he could speak Hin materialized itself on Amara's shoulder, the void bird chirping and cawking somewhat happily. Which caused yet another chuckle from Hanz. "Well he seems to have taken an interest to you, kind of." Hanz commented before glancing at Garok, with what little of Hanz's eyes Garok could see, he'd see Hanz look at him with a smug expression, in contrast to the giant's previous stink eye he gave Hanz the last time they spoke. Before looking at Amara again.

 

"You three stand out like a sore thumb...and im no idiot, I was under the assumption you three would have went on your way, but now seeing you three here. Do you seek someone?" Hanz asked them, his smarts kicking in instantly. "I might be able to help, we do have a mythical being and her daughter on the upper floor. Doing go knows what." Hanz commented as he snapped his fingers.

 

"Hey Hin, mind taking a look up there see whats happening?" Hanz spoke, as the bird cawked and literally dematerialized. "Good bird". Hanz commented.

 

"So?" He asked the trio.

 

 

(Hold on Fiora! Hin's coming to save you!)

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

{The Ronin Trio: Nox Poetis; Hotel Lobby}

As soon as Hanz approached the Ronin Trio, Garok crossed his arms and set his face into stony edifice of distrust. He couldn't get past the feeling that this man was trying to trick him somehow. Amara managed a polite smile at Hanz as he started talking. As soon as Hin materialized on the Gunslinger's shoulder, her fingers curled as she prepared her gift over gravity to remove the bird, but relaxed slightly when Hanz spoke of it like his pet.

"Yes, blending in is not a specialty of ours." Jarod replied conversationally. "It's either unseen or seen in a big way for us."

"I'm not sure how far the name has gone, but in the countryside of Rinde, we got the name 'Ronin Trio'." Amara explained. "Though we usually just introduce ourselves as Amara, Jarod, and Garok."

As the Gunslinger introduced her comrades, she jerked a thumb to the appropriate one.

"We basically wander around, looking for trouble." She continued. "And I get the feeling there's some brewing."

"Your young friend, Solace, appears like he's in the middle of interesting times." Jarod added in.

"We might be able to help out, depending on details." Amara finished.

"If you have the connections" Garok rumbled, sounding a little reluctant, "Amara could use an introduction to the mythical being."

Amara opened her mouth to brush this off, but Jarod's hand landed on her directly on her shoulder, silencing her.

"She has some questions she is hoping Zion or her daughter could answer." He said smoothly, a self satisfied smile threatening to break out.

Amara's face tightened. Why was Garok taking such an interest in her problem this time, damn him.

"Yeah." She acknowledged in a equally tight voice.

[Yessie Maltese 1,564]

~Yuna and Corvus~

 

~Nox Poetis~

 

Yuna looks down as she covered her stomach with her arms. Corvus looks at her and noticed something wrong with her. "What's wrong? You're hungry?" Yuna nods shyly. "Yeah. She replied.

[Saber Lily 1,543]

-Zion-

 

She hugs Iris. "No need for stealing. I'm an all powerful goddess. And a queen. I have unlimited money! But you like me for my hugs and smile." She smiled brightly, holding Iris.

 

-Eclaire-

She cracked her fingers. "Fiora. Step bac. ."

Suddenly she uppercut Lucy with the book Manipulate-Me-Not! , swung and left hand bonked with Chastity and You! A guide to a sex free life , and finished with a Normal Bonk Burning Hand Attack with To be a Nun; A comprehensive guide to service, chastity, and the gods .

 

Eclaire cough after her Three Strike Bonk Attack, after turned around, offering her hand to Fiora. "My lady. There is a restraint nearby, if memory serves. Would you honor me by accompanying me for breakfast?"

[Shulk 8,623]

Fiora

 

Fiora took a few steps back as Eclaire warned her, then watched in awe and horror at Eclaire's attack. Is... she trying to defend me? Eclaire then followed up by inviting Fiora to get food. Fiora's face turned bright red; whether the woman was just trying to seduce Fiora or not, she managed to figure out Fiora's weakness at that moment. "U-um... yes," she stuttered as she took Eclaire's hand. She knew that when a succubi attempted to seduce someone, they would usually just get straight to the point. Fiora felt a little safer seeing her new companion act more proper and kind. Maybe she isn't as bad as I thought she was... Fiora took a second to study her again. She was definitely different from the other succubus involved in the encounter. Eclaire seemed calm, focused, and caring; Fiora was still terrified by Lucia's seductive and potentially dangerous nature. Fiora began to calm down a little bit now that she was closer to the one who was more protective.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Hanz and Hin - Conversing with fools -

 

Hanz looked at Amara, Garok and Jared, as they offered help he couldn't help but smile. "You'l have to ask him that, im only following his lead for the moment." Hanz spoke with a chuckle as he then listened to what else they had to say, especially the part where Amara had questions for Zion.

 

 

"Lucky for you my little bird friend is going up there right now. Hold up." Hanz spoke gesturing a finger for them, pretty much a 'wait a minute' gesture, as he he put his other hand in his chest as a dim grey light began shining around his hand and his chest, soon enough his eyes began glowing as well. but with a brighter shine.

 

 

(Tapped into Hin's vision and speech).

 

 

Hin had seen the whole mess, and it was indeed a mess. Hin quickly materialized on Fiora's shoulder, hoping not to startle the young lady as it looked disappointed.

 

 

"Hin says, 'you're all equaly worthless'" Hanz spoke through Hin, as the bird cawked and nodded. Before relaying his message, "Zion, Eclaire. get off your asses and get down to the lobby, there is a guest wishing to speak to you. Down here, some sort of Valkyrie, far as I can guess". Hanz's voice echoed out of the bird's mouth as it moved as Hanz spoke through it. "Oh hey...don't think i've seen you before" Hanz spoke as Hin turned to Fiora. "Eh, no matter. Just get your lazy bums over here." Hanz spoke as Hin disappeared into thin air.

 

 

(Back to normal).

 

 

Hin materialized on Hanz's shoulder as Hanz stopped tapping into its vision and speech. "She'l come...probably...if she can stop being useless for once." Hanz spoke. "Her daughter is not so bad, sort of. They're still eccentric". Hanz commented as he folded his arms as he waited. "Ah yeah. Hin, my bird here. Aks. 'Are you another lesbian?'" Hanz spoke with a chuckle. "Hin is very direct, he is a bird after all. So I apologize in advance".

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[Nero Kunivas 3,046]

- The Witch of the Wilds - Nox Poetis, Currently recovering from Book Assault -

 

There was some initial surprise felt when "Clary" assaulted Lucia with several books from her little pocket dimension, all with charming titles that the other Succubi must have felt were fitting as she attacked The Witch. The viciousness of the triple threat attack did knock Lucia to the ground, but after reeling for a surprisingly short time, she began laughing, seemingly with delight as she picked herself up. "Believe me, I'm far more excited about being hurt than you are about beaming me on the head!" She called out, rubbing her head as she stood up again, picking up her signature hat that she had dropped from the shock. Soon enough, a small, devilish smile formed upon her face. "Try as you might, you cannot deny...sooner, or later...that little girl is going to become ever more tempting for you~" Lucia's sultry tone was in full effect, a loud whisper just about. "Mark my words, Clary, else you'll be on your knees...begging to know why you couldn't control yourself..." She continued with a more warning tone this time, waggling her finger left and right as she did.

 

"Now, let's listen to that ever-charming Bird of the Void and head downstairs, shall we?" Her tone suddenly became more relaxed, even a little upbeat as she replaced her hat upon her head and winked to Eclaire, preparing to saunter away to the Lobby.

 

- The Reaper, Servant of The Witch - Nox Poetis -

 

At first, The Reaper became concerned for his Mistress as she was attacked by the other Succubus, Eclaire. However, hearing her laughter afterwards put him at ease...somewhat, but not enough in his mind. Walking towards Eclaire, he seemed to appear into the corner of her eye with his rather subdued approach, placing a hand upon her shoulder and speaking. "Watch yourself, Eclaire...else I'll make you wish you could die..." His threat was not veiled, rather a direct promise to the supposed Ruler of Succubi, swearing to her that if she attacks Lucia again, The Reaper would be there to make her regret it.

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-Iris-

 

"You say that as if I steal things, like a common thief. No, I would never do that, I dont just take a girls money while she isn't looking, or pick her pocket. No. I just so happen to flash a pretty smile, and wink at them, and because they're infatuated by that point they do whatever I want. They give me the stuff I want when I ask, I dont steal. It's all done willingly." Iris defended herself, rather indignantly. "But yes, I do like you for better reasons." She saw Hin, and smiled, the let out a laugh, at Hanz' relaying his thoughts on them.

 

"Oh Hin, such an astute observation." Iris muttered, rather sarcastically, before she grabbed Zion's hand. "Come on, better not keep them waiting or Hat-Boy will like make Hin attack us or something. He'd probably laugh about it too." Iris muttered, smirking a bit.

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{Ronin Trio: Lux Poetis; Hotel Lobby}

Garok grunted, a vestige of an amused smile haunting his lips.

"Why, looking for a date?" He rumbled at Hanz.

Amara's eyes narrowed at the question. It caught her off guard, but perhaps it shouldn't have. The Gunslinger knew Zion's reputation, and it stood to reason that her daughter might have similar tastes.

"That is a bit of a personal question for som-" Jerod began in a friendly tone with a hint of warning in it, but was silenced by a touch on the arm from Amara.

"No, he's doing us a favor." She said, not taking her eyes off Hanz. "He's at least earned the curt answer. Which is 'haven't had the time or the outside interest to explore romantic preferences.' Not an explanation many accept, but it is true."

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

=Dalian= 

 

God help her she was surrounded by lesbians. Dalian just wanted to be friends with these people, she didn't really see any point in getting to know each other more than that. She was open to being closer to others but she really did not think romantic relations would help anybody. She was on her phone, almost hiding behind Hanz in order to avoid the other females, and was making herself something, it looked like it at least. She was on some 3-D modeling program that looked almost impossible to be used on a phone, but she was doing it. 

Honestly, Dalian just wanted to get a move on. She didn't see wasting time as a very smart thing to do seeing as they had a mission. 

 

 

(Sun was about to take off my head if I didn't post so...)