Raidou

Scanning those faces, one by one, and inserting them into memory. As if they were being etched to the inside of that tired mind. "We were thinking of trying to tackle a field boss, so you in?" A bombastic voice chips in, overshadowing the younger boy. Accounts rip through the wanderer's head, like ringing in his ears. Numbers bleed past in an instant, weighing these four against the statistics. "What are your builds?" Spoken as his hands continue to tear away at plants, plucking them from the soil. "We're DPS, and Mino is a healer." A tanned skinned male pipes up, gesturing to the red head tha

Whoever wishes to foresee the future must consult the past; for human events ever resemble those of preceding times. The brisk crunch of grass, finding itself pushed flat underfoot. Harrowing yelling peels itself through morning air, as faces topped upon vibrant garb. Ringing and flashes of light, tastes of greed, bittersweet to the tongue. Desperately seeking an edge, an advantage or a meal. Like the floors before, players a plenty rushing too and from. Seeking health bars and the rewards that would spring out of them. An anthem of breaking glass, and the taste of victory. The stave off

Sliding his hands on the walls, to remove some dust to look at the gemstones beneath. "It seems that it may suit our needs, yes. But is this really how you'd like to spend your day? This can wait." Raidou remarks, lifting the glowstone up and causing the glimmers to gleam under that glow. Raidou moves and gestures open his inventory, tapping a pin into the map. To return at a later date, perhaps Eruda hadn't considered how to relax in the same regard that he had. She was excited, sure, but it was simply because Raidou was here. Not because she was enjoying this foray. Adjusting his glasses, he

A sudden pulse rips him upward, basically his highway at this point. He was so used to traveling rapidly between floors, that was jarring for others seemed as common as breathing to him. Immediately, the fresh tropical scent of saltwater assails his nostrils, followed by the silent scream of water upon a shore. A bright and vibrant day, causing the colors present in the fauna to almost glow. Barely audible patter in the sand as his feet start to move, being led by the girl. He catches the semblance of embarrassment plastered on her face. It was here in these wilds that he was at his most comfo

Beginning to collect his things from the table, as if meticulously placing away the small blueprint he'd formed. Last, that little brown book still only part of the way finished, pushing a card into the paper as a bookmark. Sliding that book into an awaiting robe pocket, just as Eruda was exiting the bedroom. Clothing changed, and quickly back into the attire he'd seen once or twice before. Whereas Raidou was always stuck in the same thing, methodical and consistent. "I remember discussing this with you prior, a cave on floor 24?" The wolf pup hopping around like a lunatic before scooping a bu

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Spinning the lid on that thermos before it vanishes into his inventory, primed for the road. Eruda joined him, adding her own dish to the pile. A sudden soft moment, as the wanderer finds Eruda's hand pressed into his chest. "It is interesting, and I do believe that we will know when it should be. I'd rather allow it to happen naturally, which I won't pretend to know when that is." Making motions to the table, Raidou lifts the robe and wraps it around his shoulders. It sways in a flutter before finding rest, finding the space around his arms and concealing them from view. Bending down and pluc

The simple remnants of a meal, as Eruda began to speak her mind, share her discomfort. It made sense. The chatter of a morning did well to offer white nose, reducing the tension despite the subject. He'd offer some of the tea he'd brewed to Eruda's cup before filling his own again. Falling back into his seat, he'd click together a pair of chopsticks and place them across that small box. "That is a normal problem to concern yourself with, I've felt the same before. It may not seem like it, but I have questioned every word I've ever spoken." Watching on in a serene gaze, one that almost offered

The sprouting taste of the tournament twisting into some kind of celebration. Perhaps that was his queue to make an exit, he had taken at least a few hours to himself in support of this affair. This show of faith in each other, and friendly competition. "I suppose so." Adjusting those pair of glasses, trying to decide if he should stick around or leave until the tournament resumed. "It's not all it's cracked up to be. Baldur does it, and does it well. But that doesn't mean he doesn't question his decisions, or the calls he makes. I am sure he has his own share of doubts, we all do. The only th

A fresh day still ripening and breathing itself to life, a composure that mirrored the gentle awakening. "You could have just asked. I prefer green tea unsweetened. It's plain, I know, but it is what I am used to." Turning a steaming kettle, offers more of that green mixture to a cup. To his lips it's brought, and he takes a sip. "Relax, no reason that things need to change. I am just a little more free, not an entirely different person." It was true that Raidou had reached a new state, one that allowed him to share his thoughts more readily. But it wasn't a cause for alarm. Eruda's embarrassm

The current leg of the tournament concludes, declaring victors and that only two duels remained. Such a strange set of opponents, not ones that he'd wrapped his head around encountering. "I am sure what is required is just some time to reflect. Growth only happens through understanding, and accepting what was as a problem." The sharp exhale causes him to peer on his peripheral, making it a note to not look directly at the girl. "Is that true? You said it yourself, you feel vulnerable. Yet here we are, this world is unforgiving and can ride the edge of hostile. Even still, the choice was to sti

A wave of crimson miasma thickens, and through the color the occasional flash of deep blue light pops through it like lightning. Buried under the untamed and wild aggression, as legions of Ladonia continue to try and push through the fog of war. Trying for the walls of the refugee camp with bloodlust on their minds. All they find is an early demise as they disappear within. The voices pierce that veil, as a message bleeds through on the wind. A fixated stare on the Ifrit, The whisper had breached it. "Success starts with the first move." Raidou hisses from that thickened coverage, as Gabr

Bottomed out glass, he'd reach for the thermos he'd brought and pour in some more. A fixation to keep him from studying as intensely on his surroundings. Through wooden panels peaks a waning afternoon sun, casting an orange glow across polished hardwood flooring. "I caught the back half of what happened. I hope that lessons learned prevents it from happening in the future." Pressing that glass to his lips, stealing a peripheral glance at Xena and noticing the lack of her chosen characteristic. Perhaps the words from the others had discouraged them being worn. Subtly, Raidou found them fitting

Following Persi's eyesight, unconcerned where the familiar's intentions lie. The wanderer had seen it fell a titan on its own, burrowing it's way through without much resistance. Any mischief or issue she found herself in, she could readily handle. A simple seat, as if unpacking himself after a change. Weight to a soft seat in the shape of a pillow, the clatter of dishes upon a platform. "Comfortable?" The boy spoke, a bit of whimsical invite to his tone. It had been a bit, since the Hoya's walls, but even still he didn't have an issue recognizing the girl. Taking the space near her, he k

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Pouring himself a second serving from the kettle placed upon a folded linen, more of that greenish transparent tea to a cup. Another exhale and a meal about half way gone. The morning ripens as the sounds of civilization begin to take to the air. The canine, getting up and moving to greet a raising girl, alerts him to her awaking. "It would appear so." The boy remarks, keeping his attention to the book he'd been working through, about a quarter of the way through already. "It's been a bit strange, but I am getting used to it." Raidou comments without too much stagnancy on the turn of phrase.

Twisting his wrist, a pair of extended fingers and a thumb clutch on the rim of that ceramic cylinder. An outstretched palm, rested at the base, with the other holding the main body. A breath escapes his lungs, making the steam bend before folding back. Taking a sip, when out of the corner of his eye he catches the eccentric outlined hound move for him leaving the girl to rest. That cup clicks down, and into the satchel on his right hip. It unfolds from the top, raking inside. The wanderer removes a slip of wax paper folded, something heavy in its center. Peeling back the corners and taking a

The soft click of a closing door, and sliding off his shoulders a vibrant red robe. Folded up and found upon the platform of a dining room table, he'd notice the blonde tank nose deep into a paper colored blindfold. Gentle steps into the kitchen, he'd start moving through the cupboards. His eyes set on a small can, lifting it up and breaking the seal. A whiff of what was inside confirms what it was. What ensues is a careful twist of a dial, a flickering blue flame to the burner. A kettle, filled with water. A routine before, but now with purpose. Checking the heat, down to the decimal before h

Keeping that same silent composure, that simple quiet reflection as Jack began to pick up those cards. As Ronan would see to release him, he sat idle on that bed frame, peering through his glasses as a still turbulent mind struggled itself back into place. A sea of memories slowly being dragged back behind a pair of amber eyes. Listening with intensity to Ronan's reading, and taking into his hands a single card. "As much as I wish I could share the sentiment, or believe what you see. I do not believe in fate." There was something scattering down the length of that fool, these small wisps of st

"Well said." The nomad remarked as he'd pass through the threshold, nursing a bubbling feeling in his chest that was still finding solidarity. "It is important that we learn and grow from our mistakes." A single passing phrase to @Nari-Lanreth as he'd make motions for a seat. Donned in an attire that had not seen use since the Tanabata event. Something that he'd kept but had no reason to wear. A bit at the ends, uncomfortable. But even still, there was the taste of pride and happiness in these faces. This was a celebration of their definition, their strength. Even through it all, however,

Exiting out of the door that the Whisper had offered, and immediately the stink of saltwater graces his nostrils. Something seemed off, almost different. Changed. The ocean didn't quite smell the same, almost more ripe. His and those that entered that place with him, their appearances shift back to the ones they had been given. The same they wore through the test of time. A column of energy rips out of him, as if it had been waiting for his return. One so similar to the moment his fate was altered, and yet was now his to wield. Where it was deemed impossible, and at the brink of his own demise