Nisahime

The woman would change her clothes to something much better suited for what she was doing, taking on the shape of a shrine maiden. Nisahime folds the larger red skirt underneath her knees as she drops low and begins to rake through the plants. They spring and spark as the woman begins to whistle, causing them to become more vibrant and almost leap into her arms as a result. Turning her hands she clutches on some beginning to break the roots and check the leaves at the top for any damage. Piece after piece is tossed into her box for safe keeping, as she'd continue to curate each one carefully.

With a bag full of real fresh flour in her arms, she even makes a pit stop to yoink a couple of eggs before heading back into town. The reddish brown eggs and flour in tow, she opens the door to Maggie's store to the ring of a bell. "Nope, No. Shhhhh" Nisahime exhumes in a quick lift of her finger, pressing it against the NPC's lips. "I got it man, just stand over there." Tilting around the woman, she'd see the spice rack and claim the container of sugar. A small jug of milk in hand with the sugar tucked under her arm, the woman gets to work with a whisk. The oven springs to life, the chick po

The armful of wheat is carried over her shoulder to a nearby windmill, and the woman helps herself inside. The NPC starts to warn her but is stricken silent as he watches the girl ascend the ladder and begin to offer the grain into the hopper with a drag of her hand. "Uh, Miss. You know what your doing?" The man asks up desperate to prevent her from hurting herself. "Yep, I got it chief." Ripping the stocks through a tightly clutched fist, they fall limply down the chute. Once she's cleared it all, the remaining strands of plant matter are bunched up and tied. A glance out the window shows a s

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Bundles of wheat begin to pile up as the woman spares little time in shaving down most of Horunka had to offer. Armful by armful she'd begin to strip them down taking the ones with notably decent blooms at its top, beginning to wrap them up in twine. The chaff is quickly discarded behind her, leaving a nice little wake of plant matter. That sickle of hers remains sharp as she grabs a handful of the stock at the top and rakes it back toward her chest to cut the lowest most point of the plants. Each brussel is then cast underhanded toward the others for sorting. Farmers look on in a bout of curi

The woman would begin to play as she'd wander into the store, utilizing the mans equipment without a lick of care nor concern. The guy would continue to talk as waves of red pooled off of her much in the way that others would view fighting spirit, and yet it echoed out from her in ways that others would not even begin to fathom. Blades of many would shriek to life at such simple plucks of a chord, as well versed and practiced hands would express the sheer volume of effort and training that they had undergone. It would only be a matter of time before she was back to her full faculties and was a

Tapping the top of her box, she'd cast her tools into it and allow them to vanish into it. The woman climbs inside and starts to organize the massive pile of shit in it, trying to make space for all the other crap she'd intend to be able store here as well. The whole time she's holding her breath given that there wasn't much in the way of air in here either, looking up to see the sunlight pour in from a square opening. Climbing up and out, she'd pull out that little multi faceted colored shard. Breathing out in a heavy exhale, the woman shuts an eye and really inspects it. That faint white glo

Sliding into the towns thoroughfare, she'd immediately help herself to a furnace starting to refine down the raw ores into ingots. It wouldn't be more then a few moments before they'd take the shape of a couple of standard yet thin bars, and once they cool enough to become solid the woman takes a pair of brass tongs and plucks them out. Heavy leather mitts on her hands, she taps it onto an anvil and proceeds to pound away with a decently large dead blow hammer. Strike after strike sending sparks flying out against everything, drawing the metal out thin and pounding it flat. Lifting it up to he

"Heh, that's what you think. But there is some aspects of a performance you simply are never going to catch on a recording. Looks, the rush of a crowd. The smell of excitement, which can be a little much. But that electricity. Nope." Nisahime would remark as she'd rip out a final stone, causing the little counter at the side of her vision to turn grey and then fade into obscurity. "Just practice, get better. Don't need to relive history over and over to improve. Thats an old wives tale. Anyway, hurry up. I'm heading back. Don't break any~" The woman would remark as she'd begin to slide away, w

Beginning to bag up her yield, taking care to snap off any loose grey bits that would only work to dirty any ingots that she'd refine. "Can't believe you've never ridden a horse before. That was pretty standard, then again cars didn't exist yet." The woman chuckled as the bag begin to fill up. The chest wanders into view, and she lifts its lid and tosses the pickaxe inside without an ounce of caution. "Good boy, wait for momma." Spoken as she closes the lid and taps it twice on the top, like patting a dog. "Finish up, I'm heading back." Nisa remarks as she'd scrunch up the top of the bag into

"There ya go, the first way to solve a problem is to address it." Nisahime chuckles, moving to another nest egg of the things. They sat protruding out of a stone like leaves of an aloe vera plant, these glimmering hunks of glass. Nisahime gingerly grasps one in her right hand, bending it back and forth like the shifter in a manual transmission. Eventually it becomes so loose that she can easily slide it free. "Yep pretty cool, now I am a little drawn back by the act of recording it and keeping it in your pocket. Back in my day we did that shit in battle. None of this pocket tape." The woman re

Walking back into the store, pointing straight at the dumb NPC that insisted on hearing himself talk. "Shut up, don't care." The woman barks out causing the mans raised finger to curl up like a banana. She'd start to glance at his equipment and it was abysmal to say the least. Talk about running on fumes, there was no metallic thread, no decent sheers and the loom was cobbled out of wood and normal ass string. "Great, useless. Just gotta...." The little flicker of green sparks like fireflies still stuck to her avatar, as Nisa would gingerly begin to run the string back and forth through the lo

Nisahime would offer the woman a shrug, not entirely gleaning her motive. "Sure I have, what of it?" Given it didn't quite link to the whole point of their little rendezvous. A light tap of her right hand, using her knuckle to pick out a weak point in the wall. Finding a hollow ring back, she'd easily found her target. Her undertaking of this quest and the numerous others she had aspired to today was nothing more then a formality, the woman was already long past a master at these tasks. "If you really want I can show you a couple, I remember you had the idea to ride the mare the other day." Ni

Grabbing the remaining clumps of wool and casting it into the drawstring bag it was more then enough to get started. The woman prances back into town, after mounting her metallic horse that had somehow ended up on this floor. Dismounting and tying it to a well like a hitching post, she'd loosen the slack on the strings and pull the top open. The wool billows out a bit like a frothing mug, and she takes a honest helping to a spinning wheel that a player had never even tried to use before now. The npc look to her in almost a dumbstruck confusion, as the girl whistles and a lime green flicker of

Shaking her head in almost awe at how out of shape the girl was, Nisahime couldn't help but sprout a smile. "Damn girl, I am so much older then you. Maybe stop parking your butt in a chair and get some exercise. Kinda lame. Especially if you want to be singing on the real." The white haired woman offers in an obvious jest, trying to give her a bit more mojo to the fire and keep her moving instead of passing out. "The colors are because its a prism you dolt. Your seeing the light being bent once it goes inside, dividing it into different strands based on wavelength." Spoken so simply she'd sile

Running her hand along the wall, she stops. "Yanno, its just what I've always done. Let's just say I finally broke something." The woman explains without too much in depth analysis given there could very well be sets of ears listening in. Tapping twice on the wall, it would sound faintly hollow. Turning the pickaxe its heft right onto her right shoulder, the girl shuts one eye and tilts her head. Nisahime's tongue even pokes out briefly. Her legs widen and she grabs low on the tools handle. One hearty blow causes that tool to sink in quite precisely, and again the woman would begin to rock it

Taking the knife and pushing it into her teeth, she'd clamp down threatening to carve her cheek open. "Get over here. If I have to chase you, you are going to end up in a frying pan." She grumbles in slightly garbled speech pointing at the space in front of her. The sheep she was glaring at lowers its head, as if it understood that she meant business. Walking over slowly, it sits like a dog and just accepts its fate. This one nice and white, but clearly it had a love for rolling around in the grass. The blades of the stuff stuck all up in its fuzz clearly drew attention to it. "Good." The woma

Jumping on top of its back, she'd wrangle the thing to the floor as she'd sweep its front legs. "Hold still, unless your aiming to lose an ear. Ya'll act like your dying." Nisahime barks out using her legs to keep it spread eagle, simply sliding that knife across its skin like a hot blade through butter. Her lump of wool quite a boisterous pile of white cotton candy, the woman would release the thing and allow it to run screaming in its nude horror. Tossing out a blue colored cloth bag with two draw strings, she'd start to grab handfuls and shove it into the bag. The thing puffs up something f

Raking the blade against the fluffy white animal, cutting clumps of wool off in thicker bunches that fall to the floor. The thing would inevitably end up looking almost baby smooth, like a naked mole rat but much bigger. "Dang you all got a lot more stingy, or you're getting too many hair cuts." The woman quipped as she clapped an open palm against the things shiny butt, causing it to flee after a yelp. "Next!" She'd scream out, seeing another sheep start beelining to outrun her. "Oh no you don't." The woman remarks as she grabs its stubby little tail and starts to painstakingly carve off woo

"Good, much better then Sam about an hour ago." The woman quipped as she'd spin the head of the pickaxe, using her foot to shuffle the hunk of copper away from her feet. Shoring up her stance, she'd heft the thing behind her back above her right shoulder. One heavy drop drives the point into the cliff face, and the girl uses a heeled boot to pull at the handle hard. Another chunk breaks loose and clambers to the floor, damn near pure iron. "Iron in my copper. This shit never changes, so much more complicated when everything is all mixed together. Annoying." She'd lean down and grab the heavy s

Down upon that blooming collection of prisms that seemed almost determinately out of place where they sat. Probably do to the fact that things had changed just enough to allow the possibility of collecting them, because someone somewhere had realized that you couldn't really record music on a cactus. The woman begins to cradle it and twist, ripping the multi faceted string of color clean from its little nesting. "So easy." The woman expresses as she tosses into the linen bag, causing it to knock against the other already contained inside it. The dorky little prompt slides into her side view, c

The woman was at least slightly agreeable with Nisahime. The girl found that Giovanna was short and sweet, to the point and it was really something she could get behind. None of this excessive self glazing monologue that the others really loved pounding away with. With this odd compass in hand, it worked like a sonar painting out a little dot for her to track down. "Hmm, really that simple huh? I wonder..." The white haired girl expresses turning to her box and reaching inside. After a few moments, she comes out sporting these weird bent rods in the shape of a pair of lightning bolts. "Guess w

The woman looked up to the sky, as the amber hues began to become much more prevalent. The woman picks her teeth with her brand new letter opener, she tosses it into her box. "Alright, I'll be back home shortly." She'd lean into the thing and pull out a pole that was a little tangled up. As she would walk, she'd continue to fight with the spool of crap trying to get it to sit straight in the reel. It doesn't take her too awful long to reach Anthony who was staring at her with a shit eating grin. "You like your teeth?" she'd drop off the cuff, finding his cocky attitude to be irritating. Grabbi

Fiddling with that little earring of hers, the woman looks toward the box and steps on one side causing its top to swing open like a snap trash can. Tilting her hand she drops it into the container, before lifting her foot and letting its top half clamp shut. "Only a couple left." Nisahime remarks pushing her white hair behind her right shoulder, looking above the walls at the sky. The faintest bit of orange eluded to it closing into nightfall, but if her assessment was correct she still had plenty of time. Adjusting toward the next building by seeking out the sign dangling on a pair of chains

Looking down at the little list of hers, she'd tap a pen to her tongue and scratch a line through. Already a number of old yellow icons have sparked and sputtered back to life, and she still had a couple to go. The system itself seemed to be bending beneath that will of hers. "Malachi." The woman remarks as she eyeballs a drooping sign hanging from a chain. Up the small set of stairs she disappears inside, the muffled sounds of conversation last for a couple of minutes before the girl pops back out the door. "Ugh." The woman expresses as the muffled speech continues at her back. "Back to the l