Koga

Koga snickered as Tala attempted to correct what she'd been saying. "Tala, you can barely speak even when you aren't tired." As Tala pointed to herself and added that she and Koga had been born in the same place, he nodded. "Yes. And as you just clarified, you don't like any of this either. So my point stands." The elder of the siblings stuck his tongue out at his sister, quickly retracting it as he got hit with a chilling gust of wind. Thanks world... Koga sharply inhaled and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, a habit he had whenever he found something annoying, as Tala p

Koga walked into the Crusty Bahrnacle with a hot dog in his hand, waving to the owner as he chewed. After the Swordsman swallowed his mouthful of food, he smiled and greeted the other man. "Hey, how's it going? I was hoping to call in that IOU from last time." Koga wrote down his order on one of the request forms. "Nothing complicated, hope you don't mind. Just message me when you're done!" And with that, Koga unhinged his snake-like jaw and shoved the remainder of the hot dog down his gullet before turning around and waving good-bye as he left the shop.

Koga was meandering around the sketchy parts of the Town of Beginnings looking for that one tailor he'd found a while back. The Crappy Buttwipe or something like that. Yeah, I know, weird name, but hey, the armor was anything but crappy. And Koga needed a new set of armor. Ah! There it was! Except for one thing. GRAGHURGLEAGH!!! The monster that was Koga's stomach wanted food. Luckily there was a not-hotdog stand right next door! Food first. Crappy buttwipes would be needed later. The man walked into the ramshackle building only to be very surprised by the pristine looking diner that

"Hey now, I don't hate you!" Koga said, absolutely rejecting the notion. "I just have a deep seated disdain for you." Clearly, a deep seated disdain was not hate. How could Tala ever have been so foolish? "And it's not the snow that I hate. It's the cold that comes with it. I was not built for these temps." Give Koga a desert, with hot winds and dust flying everywhere and the man could handle that. But put him in anything even slightly below fifty-five degrees Fahrenheit, and all bets were off. Koga joined in the laughter at the thought of Tala being a healer. There were only two kinds of

Tala suggested Koga would've kicked her ass as well as the Deer's if she hadn't been wearing armor. Koga thought for a moment before nodding nonchalantly. "Yeah, you're right," the man said. I mean, if she let herself get hurt that badly then he would have some words. She was smarter than that. Obviously, because it didn't happen. Tala suggested they start heading back, and boy was that music to Koga's ears. "Sounds good to me, we can get some extra gear before we head out tomorrow too." The pair turned around towards Snowfrost, and Koga was just looking forward to getting out of this dam

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Ok, this was the day. Koga could feel it in his bones. He was gonna craft this goddamn perfect armor, or he wasn't...he wasn't...he didn't know what, but he wasn't something! Koga flung open the backdoor to his forge and got to work immediately. The man set an ingot into the furnace and when it was ready began to hammer it into submission. This! Would! Be! A Perfect! Armor Piece! Yes! It was! Ha ha! Koga immediately set aside the armor and opened up his messenger to let the customer know sh could come pick it up. The man dusted his hands. A job well done. @Nephthys

Tala made a point to note that Koga would be acting very differently if she hadn't been wearing an armor that had mitigation. "You're absolutely correct," the man agreed, "if you hadn't been wearing armor, I probably would've kicked the piss out of the deer. But seeing as you were, I don't have to." Ah and there it was. The frustration and boredom of not finding a Familiar, culminating in utter hopelessness and a desire to give up. Koga had been there. "You'll get a Familiar," Koga assured his sister, "It might just not be today. It took me a couple tries before I found Okami." A whole lo

Combat Ends Tala complained before actually finishing off the Deer. The typically docile animal exploded into a cloud of pixels and yay, everyone was alive. Not that there was any doubt about that to begin with. That didn't mean Tala was done fighting though. The girl picked up a handful of snow and threw it at her brother. On impact, it exploded into a puff of white powder, and Koga just started laughing. "What, it was a good hit though! And it's dead now, so relax," the man said, still laughing. "Besides, don't you have a Familiar to be searching for? I think you should focus on that

Another day in the shop, another day at the forge. Fingers crossed that Koga could scrape by with these six materials. He'd really hate to ask a customer for more materials, even if they offered more. It wasn't really something that Koga felt was right. The man set to work out without much thought. Rare craft...into the pile. Another rare...also into the pile. Lost material, lost material, swearing. Yet another rare, throw that into the pile too. An uncommon, throw that one at the wall. Looks like Koga would be asking for more materials...did this game have absolutely no mercy? Like, at all?

In Combat "Hey, it's been known to happen on occassion!" Koga said in defense of himself. Honestly, he wasn't that mean to Tala. That mean. Tala rushed in again, and with another burst of green, struck the Deer in its chest, dropping its health into the red. "Hey, nice hit!" Koga said, cheering his sister on. See, he wasn't always mean. And clearly, she had this in the bag now. Just one small attack and- Thud! The Deer rushed forward, and struck Tala right in the chest, doing minimal damage, but still knocking her backwards a couple feet. Koga winced and sucked in air thr

Koga walked into his forge, whistling. Not an uncommon sight by any means, but what was uncommon was the sight of him tossing and spinning a glowing hammer in the air and catching it again as he approached his furnace. Yup, that was that treasured Hephaestus' Hammer Koga had been meaning to grab for God knows how long. Not that it was going to be much help to the poor guy today. Rares and Uncommons...yup, that was his luck. Koga had to resist the urge to throw the hammer at the wall and instead elected to place the item gingerly on his anvil before walking out of the shop.

In Combat The Younger Wolf drew her sword and looked to the Elder. Koga, for his part, simply raised a brow as if the ask his sister 'Do you really wanna do that?' The level difference alone was enough to ensure Koga would win. Eventually, Tala made her decision and rushed the Deer. A quick blur and flash of green, and Tala had taken off a healthy chunk of the Deer's health. "Ya know, I was actually gonna compliment you, but then you had to go and open your mouth," Koga said with a mischievous grin before rushing in. His weapon glowed crimson as he zipped to the Deer's side and del

"Ya know, I'd be offended by that if it wasn't so true," Koga said. For real though...this guy had the worst luck in the world. For example, the somehow hostile deer that had just wandered up to them. Great. The deer pawed at the dirt and huffed at the two player, glaring at them with uncharacteristically red eyes. It brandished long pointed horns that appeared ready to gore either of the two players. But, frankly, Koga wasn't worried. Tala could probably take this guy on her own. If he wanted to, Koga was pretty confident that he could just sit back and watch the show. Koga drew his

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Koga stepped into the shop and went straight to the back to get to work. He had a wedding to plan, no time to waste right now. Ingot, hammer, craft, toss, Ingot, hammer, craft, success! The first part of that lady's order was done! Took long enough. But Koga still had to craft the armor for her. His work wasn't done yet. Four crafts later, and much to Koga's disappointment, he never managed to craft that perfect armor set. Despite that, the man sent the woman a message letting her know she could come pick up her spear. At least he could give her that much. @Nephthys Order, Part 1:

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up," Koga exclaimed, stopping and turning to look at Tala, "Did you just admit I was right? Someone call the media 'cause we got breaking news!" Koga couldn't help but chuckle in amusement to himself. Man, he really was funny! And there it was. Queue Koga's eye roll. And scene. "Yeah, whatever you say, Tala. I will appreciate any effort you put forth though. As long as it doesn't go towards either ruining my relationship or pissing me off. That is a condition." "What're you talking about," Koga said with a chuckle, "Okami is gonna join you in making fun of me

"When are our parents not causing issues?" Koga asked his sister. "They've got something to say about everything, you know that." And no matter what it was that they said, they were always right. That's just how it went. It really made making a reasonable debate turn into a shouting match with them. Another reason Kga was not on good terms with their parents. They didn't know how to listen to anyone but themselves. "Tala, I only got hurt once. Literally every other time has been a mutual thing. It can't hurt you to at least try to call her by her name, can it?" Koga had an eye roll ready

Tala said that they might both be sent to therapy, which only made Koga laugh. "If anything, they'll probably send you to therapy and me to an asylum." At least he'd been joking that time. "And let's be honest. It's mom and dad. They're probably still raising hell and trying to shout at whoever they can and suing everyone they can't. Not like them to let anything go, let alone something as big as this." Over the top and stubborn. Those two words did seem to describe the Kasai family fairly well now, didn't it? When Tala made her comment about him not seeming to want to kill anything when

Tala, using Koga's real name, broached the subject of him going to anger management classes. The man bit his tongue as she noted they were alone in the middle of the forest, so it didn't matter if she used his real name. "Anger management, no," the girl's brother replied, "therapy on the other hand, yes, yes I have. Doubt mom and dad would go for it, let alone pay for it though. I'm broke as hell too. Although, after this whole death-game business is over, they might change their tune. Or just tell me I'm over reacting. We'll see I guess." "Aki, when do I not want to kill something?" Koga

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Alright, take...three? Honestly, Koga was loosing count. On the bright side, since things had worked out with he and Noct, well more than worked out, they were engaged now! He was in a much better mood. But geez, there was so much they had to figure out now. Wedding planning was going be one hectic time. At least it would be a small wedding, at least, that's what Koga thought...he should probably check with Noct on that. Oh hey look, Koga used up his crafts. But he still hadn't fulfilled the order. Damn it. His crafts were worse than usual today too. Well, there was always tomorrow.

Koga walked into the merchant's shop again. Although it was a bit of a mess, he still found this place to be rather appealing. Plus the merchant herself was kinda cute, and Koga thought she was nice. Might as well give her some business...even if that was just junkselling a crap ton of stuff. With a loud clatter, Koga practically emptied the contents of his inventory onto the poor girl's counter. The man sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and gave the woman an awkward smile. "Sorry, but uh...do you mind junkselling these for me?" Oh, this poor girl...

At this rate, Koga was gonna have to start Junk Selling some of his stock. There were five or six spears just lying around his shop now...and they were all identical. The man shook his head at the thought as he set to work. What a waste. But, what was a man to do? Well, not screw up his crafts would be a good start. But that probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Guess he was just gonna have to do his job and hope he actually made something good today... And they were all busts...excuse Koga while he slams his head against his anvil now.

"How did you survive this when you did it? I mean I know you're just as cold as I am..." Ha...this was a story... "Honestly? I was annoyed, frustrated, and really wanted to kill something. So I did...lots of things...until I felt better. And then when I got mad again, I killed more things. Eventually I found something that I didn't wanna kill and didn't wanna kill me in return. Enter Okami." Yeah that about summed up how that went. Koga really needed to go to some anger management classes, I mean Christ man. Take a chill pill. "Hopefully, though," the Swordsman went on, "It won't take fore