Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
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OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Oct 3, 2016 10:41:39 GMT -6
Ito’s night had been a rush. He had basically slaughtered an entire bandit’s guild, all in the name of “justice”. Was he mistaken? Had he gone about it all wrong? That couldn’t be… It was the bandits’ fault he’d lost his wife. The Etrurians had taken the lives of his former saviors. Ito wanted so very badly to get them next, but he needed time. Time to train, time to save, and time to kill. This would be his mission, to save innocents and deal evil to evil. Death to the murderers, the corrupt, and the monsters, both human and not.
Although he’d been successful in his original task, he had to get out. Those he left alive would find him, if he didn’t leave now. Ito rushed through the small building, right hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. His exit was as quick as his entrance, albeit less bloody and a lot quieter. His footsteps near silent, Ito used the dark of night to his advantage, and it seemed as though the darkness was willing to comply. This man who had murdered for justice would not be found guilty, nor likely found as he fled. He’d build his strength, and take on the rest of his opponents head-on in due time. All in due time…
As Ito fled his former hometown, he hastily hopped over rocks and ran between the trees that trembled in the wind. If anyone were to find him now, they’d have to be watching carefully. His raiment stained by blood, Ito would definitely seem suspicious to anyone in their right mind, but who in their right mind would be out in the woods late into the night?
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Oct 8, 2016 16:34:46 GMT -6
Asri hadn't changed her plan to look for opportunity in Etruria. The Elimine country was probably the strongest in this continent right now so it had highest probability to offer good job and safety. Bad luck came for her this time, unfortunately. Her trip through Caelin was delayed by the landslide that made the main road unusable. It was too late to reach a city like she had planned because the night had already descended. In the end, she was forced to spend the night in the forest. However, someone experienced with mobile and fast-paced lifestylle like Asri wouldn't be caught unprepared by this little obstacle.
Before it became too dark, Asri had completed a simple camp with a tent and a firepit in a clearing next to the stream. Her horse was tied to nearby tree and the strong stallion had already slept, feeling tired after the long trip. As cautious as ever, the redhead had prepared safety measures against unwanted guests like wild animals or bandits. A thin and almost invisible string surrounded her camp, attached to the wood sticks that she had planted to the ground. In the middle of each line she had put small bells so if for some reason the string was pulled, stretched, or touched by someone or something, the bells would act like an alarm. Of course it wouldn't make loud sound but even a faint ring would be enough to tell Asri that someone had entered the perimeter. And as if it wasn't enough, Asri's self-made smoke bomb was attached to the entrance of the tent with a little modification that would make it explode if someone tried to enter the tent.
Asri herself was sleeping comfortably in her bedroll and wrapped herself in blanket. The thief's cloak and leather vest were folded neatly and placed next to the bedroll along with her knives and short sword. A smile in her face showed that she was having a nice dream and good sleep.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
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OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Oct 15, 2016 17:39:10 GMT -6
After his initial escape, Ito's pace had slowed from a sprint to a jog. Almost there, he thought, then I'll be home free. If he could remember correctly, there was a stream up ahead; that would be his destination. Running forward, Ito suddenly smelled what he thought was... smoke? Ito couldn't see far in front of him, but in the dark it would've been easy to make out a camp fire. However, he couldn't distinguish any light from one, so he kept going the same direction. Ito tripled his running pace; he could hear the stream now. The running water was close, and Ito planned to use it to wash the blood from his sword, armour, and clothing. Almost there...
WHAM! Ito gasped for breath, his impact with the ground knocking the air from his lungs. Was that a tripwire? In Ito's shocked mind it could very well have been anything from that to a magical force bent on his destruction. His senses came back to him, and he realized his ankle was caught. So it was a tripwire... As Ito tried to get free, he heard the soft jingling of bells. He sat up, unwrapped the wire from his ankle and stood, desperately hoping the obnoxiously loud thud that accompanied his fall along with the bells wouldn't wake whoever set this trap, or anyone else in the area for that matter.
As Ito looked around, he could see a basic camp, set up right next to the stream. He carefully unsheathed his sword and approached the stream, wiping the blood away as quickly and quietly as he could in the running water. Next would come his paldron and chestplate, so long as nobody caught him...
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Oct 16, 2016 16:30:44 GMT -6
Alright, that was a very loud alarm...
Asri opened her eyes slowly. She hasn't been fully awake yet but that sound washed away most of her sleepiness. Making sure she didn't make unnecessary movement, the redhead tried to slide into the edge of the tent as quiet as possible. Something had invaded her campsite, could be a human or a wild bear. Asri was calm. She was already holding her dagger as she observed the entrance of the tent. Whatever outside might be a threat for her, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
A minute passed, no one hadn't tried to enter the tent so far. Even if the intruder tried it, he would trigger the smoke bomb by her. Asri could hear faint sound out there but it was too vague for her to gain any information about the intruder. So, the thief carefully crawled to the exit after hastily wearing her leather vest, quickly disabled her own trap, and came outside with her dagger in hand. "Can't I have a good sleep? I am very worn out after the trip..." she thought, protesting for her disturbed sleep. For someone who had gotten unwanted guest, Asri looked pretty calm. In fact, she didn't seem to take it seriously. Her blue eyes examined the area, looking for anything or anyone that had caused that loud sound.
And there he was...next to the stream doing some laundry... The intruder turned out to be a young man, maybe around Asri's age, and he seemed to be busy cleaning his equipment. Could it be that he came here by coincidence? Maybe he accidentally triggered the alarm. Well, such thing wasn't unlikely. Not everyone out there wanted to harm her so there was no need to become paranoid. Still, it was wise to make sure of his intention first and the red-haired thief was going to do that now.
Asri watched her steps. After countless sneaking in and out treasury vaults and other places, she wouldn't want to make a novice mistake like accidentally kicking pebbles and making some loud footstep. The thief moved like a ghost when she sneaked behind Ito. She kept some safe distance between them in case this man turned out to be a threat. "He needs to have a good explanation for making me go out at cold night like this. Geez, I should have bring my cloak," she thought, shivering a bit. Whether Ito had noticed her presence or not, Asri was standing behind him with three small knives between the fingers of her right hand, ready to be thrown at the target.
"Don't make any sudden movement, handsome. I am going to put a nice hole your throat if I feel like to." Asri speak playfully which made the threat sound like a mere joke. Unfortunately, she was serious. "Please entertain me... Why are you here?" she added.
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Kisaragi
Myrmidon
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Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Kisaragi on Oct 17, 2016 1:45:25 GMT -6
Silver steel sliced through shadows in the mottled glow of moonlight, her surroundings wreathed in darkness but the immediate vicinity dimly visible as the light of the moon filtered through the trees around her. She didn't make a great deal of noise, but the swish of her hakama and feet skidding across the ground were barely audible nonetheless; less a ghost than a warrior fighting an invisible battle. But her foes were imaginary, born not of hatred but of ideals; designed not to kill her, but to teach her how to deal with those who would.
Once, Kisaragi had scorned kata. Hokey and meaningless compared to real sparring, she'd thought. But years of practice had driven some inkling of their usefulness into her mind nonetheless - the value of repeating a motion ten thousand times until it was second nature - so that reacting to certain common strikes was not a matter of thought, but of reflex. Internalizing the basics of her trade so she could use her mind on observation and rational thought, not on the battle itself. And she hadn't had much opportunity at all to practice today, too busy helping out at a nearby village. So the Sacaen swordswoman fought against nothingness, rapt within her thoughts and her motions so thoroughly that she would never have noticed anyone's passage unless they were very close indeed... or unless they came crashing down on something, and bells started ringing.
It was fair to say that she wasn't always the most observant individual when caught in the moment, but it was also fair to say that not even Kisaragi could totally ignore the sudden, man-made ruckus in the dead of night, and that par for the course she didn't have enough sense to avoid it.
Whatever the case, it wasn't very difficult to follow the sound of... someone doing... something - washing? there was something disturbing the water anyways, not that she could see jack or crap through the trees. Trying her best to keep an eye out for ambushes and traps, the pint-sized paladin quietly wended her way to her destination... much slower than she would have liked, not being familiar at all with the surroundings like Asri might be. But she did get there without much issue, and thankfully the lighting was a little better in the clearing around the stream than it had been in the deep of the woods. At least enough to see there was someone naked(?) or at least unarmored in the stream, and before she could say anything, a playfully lilting, pleasant voice from somewhere off to the side - but in that sweetly feminine tone was buried a poison so foul it curdled and boiled.
And they were armed, if that glint of steel was any indication. Asri was too far off and not well enough illuminated for Kisaragi to make any real judgement on what sort of weapon she might have, but from the limited perspective she had now, all she could see was a female bandit threatening an unarmed... person in the stream with cruelty, and, well, that didn't exactly gel with her ideals.
Stepping out from the trees with her left hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword, Kisaragi faced the woman with a bit more casual surety than she was actually feeling, acutely aware that it was entirely possible there were a lot more people here than she realized and that she had no idea if the guy(?) in the stream was anything but a villain himself as well. But she refused to be partisan to a murder if there was any chance the victim was innocent. Her voice was neutral but clear, projected firmly, even if it still bore the unmistakable tint of youth that no amount of wishing would change.
"The same could be asked of you, miss. Threats of violence on those who may be innocent reflect poorly on you."
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Post by Mizuyuki on Oct 17, 2016 15:23:23 GMT -6
Lycia. A place that was both far more desolate than Sacae, yet more alive. The land was not always so green and rolling. Many times, Mizu's feet had come to stride upon deadened brown soil that was deprived of it's oh-so important nutrients. Be it from over-farming, or poor weather and climate, at times the land was visibly decaying. However then there were the population centers. Cities and towns of various sizes scattered or littered about. The few times his nocturnal sleep cycle had been disrupted, which had exposed him to the diurnal population of Lycia, he saw more people gathered than almost any other moment in his life. At-least that many gathered in one relative location.
All in all, he wasn't entirely opposed to Lycia. The people were a varied handful of encounters. Apparently, in Lycia, Sacaen's were at times viewed as primitive from the comments he'd heard muttered or even at times spoken in his direction. However he had stuck to a nocturnal pattern so often that these moments were far and in-between. Enough so that he wasn't dissuaded from traversing the foreign territory further.
Mizuyuki's hand gripped at the small arrow shaft he was currently carving, a light pile of wood shavings littering the small patch of grass before him; dancing orange flickering hues from the camp-fire he'd lit allowed him to see as his hands deftly whittled away at it. The knife that he used guided by a thumb to the flat back of the blade while he carved into the wood to make a rounded shaft. The black and green Yumi that he was whittling arrows to fire from resting on the ground beside him with his quiver of already finished or previously made arrows nestled away. Always one to keep his stock as full as possible, he was diligent to make a few arrows a night when the opportunity presented itself.
The night had been quiet so far. Occasional pops from the campfire, or the crackling as wood was consumed by the voracious appetite of the burning light had really been his only distractions audibly. Aside that was, from the soft churning of the stream near his camp and the various sounds the insects and frogs made. The symphonic background harmony of nature, as it were. It was though, for the most part, a silent night.
His head turned abruptly when he heard the distant jingling. Such an odd, and out of place noise. Something he was not accustomed to hearing, and admittedly was unsure he'd accurately heard. He knew the sound of bells well enough to identify it, but he wasn't sure why bells would be jingling in the starlit hours of the day. Caution and an already natural sense of edge had him well..on edge. Rising from his campsite, and lifting his bow over his shoulder to lightly rest it upon it's holster made by his shoulder strap and belt. The quiver was nestled a moment later nearly parallel to the ground along the length of his waist, resting against the small of his back. Mizu tucked his yukata over pale exposed upper torso so the single sleeve and half covered his shoulder. The other half of his upper torso nearly glowing from the contrast of his ghostly pale skin to the night's sky. The dragon tattoo along his torso standing out further as he quietly placed a hand to the hilt of the blade resting at his hip; quietly creeping through the brush with experience only a life-time in the wild could really generate. Knowing how to hunt, how to track, and how to avoid generating sound, he was accustomed to the path for moving about openly and swiftly without alerting others of his presence.
A narrowed gaze scanned his path ahead, creeping with tucked poise towards what looked like another camp-site down stream. Upon closer approach, he was able to discern voices. Though what they spoke was not plausible to hear, he could in-fact hear that words were being spoken. Fingers coiled tighter around the hilt of his blade and he moved closer to the camp. Close enough that the faintest of ghostly orange hues splashed along his figure to reveal part, while casting the other half in shadows that seemed all the darker due to the shade light usually created when cast upon something. It seemed to be..three.
Two women, and one boy. The male far easier to spot, albeit nearly embraced by closeness of another while a third took the stance of what he guessed was an onlooker. Mizu could've drawn attention to himself, but why do that when they were so focused already. He would wait and observe the show unfolding further, hand silently resting in darkness atop the hilt of his blade in the event that things turned sour.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
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Post by Ito on Oct 19, 2016 17:10:33 GMT -6
"Don't make any sudden movement, handsome. I am going to put a nice hole your throat if I feel like to. Please entertain me... Why are you here?"
Ito dropped his shirt into the stream in surprise. He had been caught, and now had to come up with some way to get out of it. The voice's owner stood behind him, and although the female tone was playful, Ito guessed there was a bit of truth to the 'hole in the throat' statement. Then, another female voice, this one younger, however, rang out from a bit further behind him than the last one. "The same could be asked of you, miss. Threats of violence on those who may be innocent reflect poorly on you." Thank goodness. Someone willing to help, the voice in Ito's head said. Slowly, he turned around with his hands in the air, to face the two newcomers.
Wow. Both of them were women, attractive ones at that, and Ito guessed them both to be younger than himself, one older than the other though. Ito felt a tinge of embarrassment as he realised he was shirtless; his lean, strong musculature exposed in the moonlight, and his sword, armor, and shirt resting in the stream. "Uh... I-I uh... Hi." Gosh, Ito, he thought, now's not the time! Think!
He cleared his throat, then tried to speak again. "Yes. Um... Your question, uh, long story." He moved his right hand up and rubbed the back of his neck. How am I supposed to explain being covered in blood? The substance had dried on during his initial exit, spotting his arms, face, equipment, and clothing. "You see, um, well... I was running, and I uh, I got caught in some tripwire." He looked into the eyes of the red head holding the knives, the depression he'd been feeling for years showing in his blue eyes. "I assume that belonged to you? Sorry for... getting caught in it."
Ito felt flustered; His depression-led actions up to this point had limited his interaction with other people to a minimalistic level, almost obsolete in its entirety. Now, he was faced by two women, one of which was likely to injure him if he didn't explain his situation, and he couldn't think of words to say. Looking calm, Ito silently planned his next actions carefully in case things turned south.
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Kisaragi
Myrmidon
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Post by Kisaragi on Oct 25, 2016 9:19:53 GMT -6
Well, there wasn't an immediate explosion of violence, which was nice. She had stepped in fully aware that things might end very badly for her and done it anyways, but Kisaragi wasn't exactly too shy to admit to herself that she was pretty glad she wasn't dead right now. That was the, ah, downside of being a self-aware idiot, sometimes you KNEW you were walking into a possible trap... but had to do it anyways. Honestly, she wasn't sure if that made her brave or stupid... just kidding, it was definitely the second one, but it was nice to pretend to be brave, heh.
All self-congratulatory bullshit aside though, as her eyes adjusted better to the newfound light of the moonlit night, the Sacaen sword waifu woman realized WHY the man was taking a bath in the middle of the friggin' night - it was hard to see the specifics, but it sure as heck looked like he'd taken a bath in a barrel of tomato sauce... thick and sticky tomato sauce... that was blood wasn't it? God dammit. If she hadn't been taught to keep her thoughts to herself except when necessary, Kisaragi would have started swearing then and there, stricken by the thought that it was entirely possible she was 'saving' a mass murderer or something or orphan eater or something equally heinous. In fairness, his stammered greetings and halting explanation didn't exactly sound like the work of a soulless murder hobo, but she wasn't 100% sure.
And why had he been running? Was he fleeing pursuit, and if so, was it for a good deed, or an ill one? Ah the wonders of morality! Sometimes she wished she could just flip a coin to decide whether or not someone needed a boot to the head and a face full of JUSTICE! But in this case she was stuck relying on her head, and while it was pretty tough after a few too many blows to the skull, she wasn't quite as confident in her overwhelming intellect. Going by the armor and weapon, he was probably capable of defending himself at least... but was that a good thing in this case? By the Sky but it would be nice if the good guys and the bad guys were all just labeled for easy recognition. "...I don't know if I should hope that blood is yours or someone else's." Kisaragi sighed, the joke sounding pretty flat even to her. She angled her head towards Ito, still keeping an eye on the bandit(?) lady in case she tried anything crazy. "But at least tell me that it was shed in the name of justice. I don't need to know anything else."
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Oct 25, 2016 10:59:05 GMT -6
If anything positive would come out from Asri's numerous experiences flirting with danger, it was her sharp instinct. The sleepiness might have made the thief a bit dull but it didn't stop her from getting alerted by soft footsteps. A man? No, the steps were pretty light. A girl, probably. Shifting her gaze a bit from the naked swordsman, she checked the new guest carefully without showing any immediate reaction. The girl was armed. Nice. Here came another heroic swordsmaster into this crazy night! Asri said nothing and responded to Kisaragi with a smirk. She let Kisaragi approach Ito, thinking that it would be easier to watch them if they stood close to each other. Still concealing the small knives between her fingers, positioning them so her wrist would hide the weapons, the redhead laughed when Kisaragi mentioned justice. "Cute swordgirl, you come here, with your sword readied, just because "justice"" One of Asri's bad habit was how easy she could laugh off and disrespect other people's belief, especially if they were pretty naive. Justice simply didn't exist in her vocabulary. "You don't need to make excuse just to flirt with this hot guy," she said followed with a wink. "Why won't you try flirting with me as well? I might like it..."
By the way, Asri was having hard time averting her eyes from Ito. She couldn't deny that the mysterious man was pretty toned and those blood just added nice sexiness. And she didn't bother to hide her attraction either. The thief simply shamelessly stared at Ito with lustful gaze. "It's not like I hate a man visiting me at night but you know...I need to keep myself safe. Thankfully my little trap worked well and...you falling was louder than the bell." Asri was a bit irritated that she needed to repair the tripwire but for reason she was quite pleased with the result. "I won't pry what you were running from but I pray you didn't bring an angry bear or a horde of undead to my campsite, hmmm? Humor me..." she asked. Asri expressions changed when she felt a presence. Although she couldn't be sure where or how many the new guest was, she could somehow sense that someone approaching. There were faint hints, like the rolling pebbles or rustling branches. However, this new guest was very good in concealing his presence, or maybe she was just imagining things? No, there was someone nearby. She was very sure. Still maintaining her relaxed and playful behavior, the thief looked around to see whether her instinct played tricks on her this time or not.
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Post by Mizuyuki on Oct 25, 2016 16:13:39 GMT -6
It was unmistakable. That metallic heavy scent that clung faintly to the air. Even if the faint reflections of light conjuring up a visible soft red slickness upon the blonde male's figure hadn't been enough confirmation that there was blood present, the scent would've been all he'd need. It was one he was beyond acquainted with. It was a scent that put him on edge, more so than usual if it was even possible. Fingers tightened their coiled grip around the hilt of his blade and the faintest of metallic clink's faintly fell into the void of night while they conversed in tones of mixed volume. From hushed ones to panicked ones. The girl nearest to Mizuyuki began to speak of the cause to the bloodshed. It's justification through justice.
Justice...
Mizuyuki quietly gazed into the dancing tongues of orange and red flame for a moment, deadened eyes fixed but mind adrift amidst thoughts with his glossed over stare traversing thousands of miles and into the endless depths of that small fire. His voice echoing internally into the hanging silence of his mind.
If blood is shed..in the name of justice..
Justice...not revenge..but justice.
The red haired woman had shifted to a more sultry tone while addressing the blonde, and it wasn't until she turned to speak to the other girl that Mizuyuki shook from his lament internally. His gaze hardening once more while he slowly straightened his poise silently again. With his un-covered limb crossed over his chest downwards and hand still embracing his katana's hilt, he started to walk forwards now, still cast half in orange and half in shadow from the dancing lights of the red haired females camp site. His low soft spoken tone clearly heard when the fiery haired female finished prying questions once more into the blood laden blonde.
"Blood-shed in the name of justice is the only defensible blood-shed...otherwise it is wrong."
Leaves rustled now beneath his sandals as the Sacaen swordsman stepped closer yet, though his distrust evident in the fact that a fraction of an inch of metal glistened from the reflected light of the campfire. Mizuyuki still heard the distance screams and shouts of fallen family, friends, and neighbors within the distance of his mind even as he spoke of blood-shed. He could still smell the blood. The death. Something not soon forgotten, no doubt. However he'd also hunted quite often. Fresh blood was more poignant. Dried blood, like the kind on parts of his body he'd not yet attempted to wash, gave it textured scent. It also led Mizuyuki to distrust this boy particularly further because he did not elaborate upon the source of it. His gaze fell directly to the boy over the woman's shoulder despite his distance, and his tone asserted this distrust mixed within a near merciless intensity.
"Your bloodstains are not from moments ago. You have slain something..or someone. Close proximity, to be adorned in so much. Either you hunt with a blade, were attacked by a beast, or have killed another human. Am I wrong?"
The boy had, to his knowledge, not yet lied. He'd obviously have no way of knowing the validity of his words. Nor was he greatly concerned. But what he did loath was the avoidance. It was almost as bad as lying. To Mizuyuki, a stereotypical Sacaen, this was equally unacceptable.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
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Post by Ito on Oct 31, 2016 19:05:00 GMT -6
Ito stood silently, overwhelmed. His face appeared calm as he listened to the bombardment of questions, inwardly praying that he could find some peaceful, calm, un-oh no he's an evil dude because murder way to explain to the two young (and attractive (attracted?)) women that he had killed an entire bandits guild in one night, because years before they'd ended the life of his wife. Then a newcomer approached, dressed somewhat simply (pull down one sleeve and he'd be as dressed as Ito: shirtless), and somehow, unknowingly made it easy for Ito to say it.
Well, Ito thought, here goes nothing. "Yes," he replied, taking on a serious tone. "I do hunt with a blade. And, unfortunately, it wasn't for some beast or monster. Years ago, my wife was brutally, mercilessly brought to death by a bandit's guild that had taken control of the small, peaceful village we lived in. The one I was running from when I fell tonight. I was driven into the woods, and couldn't save her. I barely saved myself from the monsters that attacked us in the night. I was rescued by a traveling mercenary group that found me in passing, nursing me back to health as they journeyed from contract to contract. I joined up with them, training and honing my skills until they died in an ambush, again I was the only survivor. That time, though, I was on my own, and decided I was strong enough to return. So I made my way here from the Lycia-Etruria border, building strength and skill until I got back home. Then in one night, tonight, I killed them all. Call it what you want, be it justice, or revenge, but no one would've given those evil men what they deserved, and now that I think about it, I begin to wonder if I was merciful in ending their pitiful lives."
Ito broke the eye contact he'd been holding with the older red haired girl. He could see the attraction in her eyes, and in her posture, and for some odd reason, he didn't want to let her down, or the other girl for that matter. Especially the younger one, whose underlying tone told Ito that she hoped he was good.
He hoped he was, too.
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Kisaragi
Myrmidon
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Post by Kisaragi on Oct 31, 2016 22:54:20 GMT -6
Kisaragi's face wrinkled into a frown at Asri's ridiculous mumblings, disgusted and nonplussed in equal measure. She hadn't thought it was possible to assume much worse than 'bandit' of the unpleasant woman, and yet here she was about to add plenty of harshness within the safety of her own mind; the bandit/thief/strumpet was clearly one of those sorts of loose women that Father had warned her about becoming, with no sense of decorum or modesty - the somewhat straight-laced Sacaen did not find Asri's jokes nearly as funny as the other woman might. Or, well, literally at all. Her sense of humor was apparently VERY different from the thief's.
Her dislike of the woman didn't entirely cloud her judgement though, and while she couldn't see what Asri was doing and didn't even consider the possibility of throwing knives, the woman seemed much, much too calm for facing down and threatening the life of multiple sword users. Either she was some sort of mage, an archer perhaps, or she had friends, and Kisaragi didn't particularly like any of those possibilities. She wasn't AFRAID of Asri per se, and if push came to shove she would do whatever she had to do, but neither was she in the business of throwing her life away for literally nothing, and only a fool would commit suicide by stupidity. If the blonde swordsman was in imminent danger perhaps. But not for nothing.
...Not that he seemed to really need that much protection, if his story was true. She tended to default to trusting people, but it was hard to imagine killing an entire bandit guild... or pointed to him not actually needing much defense from her, heh. She was gonna have to see how good he actually was with a sword if she got a chance. Kind of ironic that Asri thought she wanted a look at his 'sword' when really she just wanted to look at his sword. Sorta funny. Aaaand also a bit disgusting.
"I'm nothing like you," Kisaragi retorted simply to the woman, her voice solid and strong but tinged with distaste that crept into what she had meant to be a neutral tone. In the end, the decision on what to do about Ito had already been made - she hadn't really needed to waste the time thinking about it at all. The pain in his voice was genuine, she was sure of that; it didn't matter if it had been an entire bandit clan or just a small guild or anything in between, she was certain he wasn't lying. And while Kisaragi didn't understand revenge in the way that he or Mizu might, she knew all too well what it was like to have people you cared for taken away from you by the cruel and powerful. Maybe she didn't like his solution that much... but she respected the choice nonetheless.
The decision made, as usual, Kisaragi acted in it without any semblance of restraint or second guessing. "Hey blondie, you might want to get dressed so we don't 'bother' this nice lady anymore." She still wasn't sure what the darker skinned swordsman's angle was, but he didn't... seem to be a bad guy, exactly, or an evil one, if his little comment about justice was anything to go by. She kept her hand on the hilt of her undrawn blade nonetheless, not entirely trusting him or Asri, and not particularly fond of staying there regardless. Turning her head to him a little bit, she continued, in a slightly less factual tone. "Or if you wanna pony up a name, that's fine too."
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Post by Mizuyuki on Nov 9, 2016 20:22:39 GMT -6
The boy had quite the tale. It might have seemed hard to believe by most, but Mizuyuki felt logic ease into his mind even as he slowly extended his blade outwards by fractions of an inch. Fingers still tightly clutching the hilt of his familial weapon with unyielding grasp, even as the blonde haired blood clad man spoke of loss and revenge. He had no reason to lie in these particular aspects. The red haired woman had made it obvious that she personally did not care as to the origin of his blood as much. If he was purely worried for his own safety, he also could have utilized the crimson haired females body as a shield from the blades of the other two who would have been appalled by it.
A few absent seconds passed however, when Mizuyuki let his blade click shut, the metallic clinking sound audible and purposely so to indicate he had opted to trust the boy for now. His palm did not leave his hilt however, and rested atop it while his other hand hung to his side. He then turned his gaze to examine the distanced female who had asked the blonde for a name. She seemed very straightforward. Though different from himself in many discernible ways, he could tell of her origin. That she was Sacaen. It was hard to hide one's origins, after all. Mizuyuki took a few steps forward and while turning his shadow-cast gaze back upon the other male present, his tone when he spoke continued to maintain the neutrality it did before.
"I see. As long as you do not strike down women, children, or the innocent..we have no quarrel..."
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
Profile: -Link-
OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Nov 10, 2016 21:24:28 GMT -6
Ito's spirit was lifted at the sudden disagreement that had sprouted up between the younger girl and the older one. "I'm nothing like you!" What did she mean by that? Did it have something to do with the older one calling out the girl for flirting with me? She seemed bothered at what I thought was a bit of a reaching joke. I'll never understand women...
His tone shifting back to a bit more flustered one, his face calm but a bit of redness coming to his cheeks, he spoke again. "Yes, um, anyways. My name's Ito. Ito Kai." He realised the younger girl was basically telling him to get out of here when she told him to get dressed, and the red in his cheeks darkened a bit more as he reached into the stream to grab his shirt. Great, it's soaked! Ito rung the water out as well as he could, the redness in his cheeks leaving just as quickly as the water left his shirt. He slid it over his head, following it with his armor. In some sort of un-Ito-like attempt at showing off, he kicked his sword out of the stream and into the air, grabbing by the hilt, flourishing the blade with a few quick swipes, and sheathing it all in one quick motion. Might as well show I have more skill with a blade than just slash, slash, stab! Maybe it'll look stylish or something, too.
Ito caught the gaze of the younger girl, his tone changing again; this time from flustered to confident. "What's your name?" He walked around the older red haired girl, doing as the younger one said and 'leaving her alone'. By doing so, he also came closer to the other male in the group. He seemed... experienced. If Ito had to describe his appearance in one word, that would be it. Placing his hands in his pockets in an attempt to set a bit more of a casual air about himself, he subtly studied the appearance of the other male. Are those scars? Yep. Definitely experienced. As he approached, he made eye contact with the man. "Well, I guess it's my lucky day then. I'm glad I have no quarrel with you, because if I did, I'd likely be torn to pieces by that blade of yours before I could even draw mine from its sheath."
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Nov 12, 2016 3:59:46 GMT -6
When the mysterious presence finally revealed himself, Asri felt a bit relaxed. The thief saw that the newcomer didn't bear any ill intention toward her so she relaxed her muscles while still keeping watch of him. With Mizuyuki came into the scene now they had 4 persons in this strange place. Really...how could camping in this place for one night make her meet there "colorful" people? Asri snickered as she shook her head in disbelief.
The young swordswoman remark which then followed by another sarcasm only made Asri amused. "This girl is quite feisty, doesn't she?" she thought. To be honest, the crimson-haired thief only cared about the reason why these people approached her camp. Whatever their background might be mattered little to her. "Well, cutie...you sure you won't regret it?" she joked again about Ito's state. Kisaragi had shown clear lack of interest to the blonde swordsman but Asri didn't consider to stop teasing her, not even a bit. Lets just hope she wouldn't get stabbed later. Her attention switched to Ito and whistled when the man did a nice stunt with his sword. Was he showing off?
Asri yawned. Ito told them his story about taking revenge against some bandits. That was a quite touching story but it clearly wasn't something that would interest Asri. Ignoring how the other two offered sincere comments about Ito's story, Asri finally put her small knives into the leather sheaths strapped around her left thigh. "So..." she spoke to them, eyes on Kisaragi. "...it seems a minute ago we were on the edge of killing each other? How nice we are so chummy right now. I hate fighting..." To be fair, Asri was the one who had initiated the hostile situation when she had thrown threats to ito so it wasn't really her place to protest. Among all these people, Asri might be the only one who took the situation lightly. Sure the trickster wasn't lowering her guard too much but she acted like she didn't care.
"Geez...now I am surrounded by heroic warriors from Sacae who talk about justice a lot. I wonder if I should mark today as a special day..." Asri remarked while hinting that she was aware that Mizuyuki and Kisaragi were Sacaens. She might have thrown a rude comment casually. It was interesting how those two reacted to it. Asri then walked to the dying campfire and threw some dry weeds and combustible things like papers and leafs into it. Adding a little heat to this cold night would be nice, the others might appreciate it too. "I like how a man says he doesn't want women get hurt. Maybe you can guard me tonight, Mr warrior?" she spoke to Mizuyuki, throwing flirtatious wink.
"Oh, and before any of you ask...you can all me Asri..." she added.
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