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MessageSujet: Faelir's Rest - Beneath   Mer 30 Mai - 19:09



Beneath Faelir's rest, a number of stone tunnels intertwine in a complex maze.




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest - Beneath   Dim 3 Juin - 9:44

Apollo pushed open the rusty grate that was blocking the sewer entrance, and let everyone in. Emilia entered first without any hesitation, apparently familiar with this location, followed by Emilia and her wolf. Apollo entered last, closing the grate behind him.

Ambiance:
 

Kayné: "Great, the sewers again."

It took a few seconds to Kayné to adapt to the new lighting. Because, curiously, there was lighting.

A few scattered stones provided an appeasing, shimmering blue light around the sewer, revealing a small camp, ready for use.

The lights:
 

The Anansis had likely set up this camp, considering how they knew where to find it.


Apollo: "Home sweet home." -Apollo said, as he proceeded to take off his gauntlets and lay down in one of the two hand-crafted sleeping bags.

Emilia: "Please, make yourselves at home! We have spare furs for you and your wolf." -Emilia invited them.

This camp was neat and clean. Two fur sleeping bags lay around an extinguished fire. Above it, a cooking pot gave off a faint smell of vegetable soup. Against the wall, the siblings' bags were lined up, some more unpacked than others.

The sewers themselves bore a very similar architecture to the sewers in Dormnuill, which Kayné had ample opportunity to visit. Then again, are there many ways to build effective sewers? Only an expert would know. A notable difference was that the sewers were completely dried up, and nothing, except for the empty canals, could have indicated these tunnels' prior sanitary use.
The sewers seemed like any unused tunnel, with only a noticeable cold and smell of mold to differentiate these tunnels from any other.
In terms of sewers, these had probably not seen active service in a long time, and were all the more pleasant for it.

And considering how the Anansi siblings seemed at peace despite dozens of undead trying to stab them to death outside, this place was probably safe.


A perfect time to throw in an unexpected comment and throw her companions off-guard! Turning towards Emilia, Kayné said, with the brightest of smiles:

Kayné: "You are so pretty!"

Emilia: "Eh?"

Emilia's face suddently turned red. Apparently not expecting the comment, she nonetheless recovered quickly and responded with a confused "Thanks! You're pretty too!"

Apollo, who was apparently trying to light the fire again, gave a skeptical look at the two women's interraction.

Apollo's reaction

...But that discussion interaction did not last.

???: "Apollo? Emilia? Have you found our clansman?"

As Kayné and Emilia were about to sit down themselves, a voice emanated from Apollo's backpack. Apparently unfazed by what normal people would consider particularly alarming, Apollo calmly took off the backpack and let whatever was in there come out.

Slowly slipping out of the backpack came... A book. A particularly well crafted book.


The Grimoire:
 

If there were nobles amongst books, this one was it. The cover of the book was bound in layers of gold and leather. The masterpiece of a book was bit less than 10 centimeters thick and as long as Kayné's forearm. The whole thing must've weighted several kilograms.
After slipping out of Apollo's backpack, the book slowly rose from the ground and started levitating above the ground. It turned its rich cover to the Huntress.


Book: "Ah, I see you know, clanswoman." - The book had a mature, masculine, and solemn voice. "I, am Vrael Sinthe-Tark Sey Villemarde, Seraph of Karul, Epic of the Wanderers. It is an honor and a gift to meet you, my fellow clanswo...OOAOAAAHAHAHAH"

Ambiance:
 

Emilia: "VRAEL-ONII-CHAAAAAAN!!!"

Emilia had executed a magnificent leap across the fire Apollo was trying to light, to intercept Vrael-onii-chan the Epic, and latch onto it as it was in midair.

Vrael-onii-chan: "LET ME GO, EMILIA! I CAN'T STAY UP LIKE...!"

The grimoire was now floating with Emilia in a solid lock around it. The book seemed to have a hard time to levitate with the added weight of the Anansi sister clinging onto it. Desperately, the grimoire reached for greater height, trying to get the sister to let go.

Emilia: "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

...But to no avail. In fact, the archer seemed to enjoy this game even more with more distance between her and the ground.

Onii-chan: "LET GO, STAR! I AM NOT A TOY! I AM THE EPIC OF WANDERERS, I AM...!"

Emilia: "VRAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEL-ONIIIIIIIIIIIII...!"

Emilia continued to call the book by cutesy and ridiculous names, as it tried to get Emilia to let go by executing increasingly complex figures in mid air. Now Emilia and the book were doing loops in the air, abruptly changing directions every few seconds. From the ground, Emilia looked like she was doing some kind of hardcore air-rodeo.
Apollo had her attention on the airborne duo, eyes large like that of a child. He was clapping and seemed to be counting, for some reason.


Apollo: "Eight... Nine...!"

Book: "APOLLO HELP ME! THE LASS IS GOING TO TEAR MY COVER!"

Emilia: "Hiihihihihihihihi!"

Apollo: "Hahahahaha!"

Book: "BOTH OF YOU ARE UNDESERVING!"

Emilia and the book must've been at their twelfth loop now. It was getting hard to keep track! Apollo stopped his clapping, and instead put on his fire gloves and started producing sparks with them, which flew like fireworks around the flying duo.

What does Kayné, and more importantly, Sword-doggo do?




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest - Beneath   Mer 6 Juin - 22:57

[From Faelir's Rest]

Musique:
 

Kayné was, despite all previous indication to the contrary, rather glad to have reached the sewers. While she was not that much tired, physically, the same could not be said of her spirit. The day, although it had just started, had proved taxing. At least here it looked like they could rest a bit and she could gather her thoughts while getting some much-needed answers. Plus, the place didn’t smell that bad considering its previous use.

The huntress did not have to be told twice to make herself at home. Once pointed towards the direction of the furs at her disposal, she went straight and sat on one, patting the one at her side for Ka’el to come sit beside her. She then opened her back and removed several booma hides which she arranged above and beneath the furs in order to even out the level and make a makeshift pillow as well. These things had seen a lot of use since Kayné had parted them from their unlucky owners.

With that done, she got caught staring at Emilia during a dull moment, and jumped on the occasion to throw her a curveball. The effect was immediate and quite satisfying, Emilia flashed red, although she quickly recovered. Kayné answered the returned compliment with yet another smile and a small nod, without seeking to further the discussion. Apollo was perplexed and probably thinking “women”.

As for the scenes that followed, well, they were definitely something.
Putting aside the mentioning of a clansman or clanswoman, a flying book had popped out of Apollo’s bag and had started chatting with the red-haired girl. Usually that could have been perceived as interesting or unusual, but to be honest, this was the girl who could hold a conversation with her clothe without actually being crazy so… Plus talking grimoires were not necessarily that rare in Haerii! Though if rumours were to be believed, they were usually pretty powerful stuff.


Book: "I, am Vrael Sinthe-Tark Sey Villemarde, Seraph of Karul, Epic of the Wanderers. It is an honor and a gift to meet you, my fellow clanswo...OOAOAAAHAHAHAH"

Epic of the Wanderers, the name mesmerized Kayné for a second. That sounded like a book she would read. But back to business. A second chance to introduce herself. What to do? Silly question!

Offering the, hopefully not blind, book one of her usual warm and truthful smiles, she introduced herself in the exact same way she had, once upon a time.


Kayné: " Kayné Zelpher! Nice to meecha! "

Then followed an impressive rodeo sequence where Emilia seemingly broke her record of time spent in the air. Kayné had to exercise great restraint in order not to jump and grab either the book or Emilia herself. That looked like fun after all! Reminded her of that time she had done something similar with a Rathalos. Though that was considerably more dangerous and perhaps not quite as fun considering the book took faster turns and went slightly faster in this instance. Of course, here you wouldn’t get the trill of fighting for your life but oh well. At any rate, it had been a while since they had spent a fun moment like that, the lot of them. Felt like forever actually, even if it had just been a few days ago. For her at least.

Putting aside her worries for a few moments, she joined Apollo’s clapping.

And when the shenanigans and fireworks died down, she asked what was the deal with the clanspeople mentioned by Vrael. She did so while applying whatever mediocre first aid she could to her wounds, placing makeshift bandages with one or the other material found within her bag (booma hide if necessary I guess).

Ah, sword doggo is excitedly following the dancing flying Emilia with his eyes and is half tempted to start jumping to catch her.





Voici le mot du directeur:

Meh.


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