Nisahime

"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

Rounding into the little building and holding a quick one sided chit chat with Evangeline, who again these NPC just seemed so adamant about trying to teach her when it only came across as obnoxious. The door bell would ring as she'd exit the little complex, allowing her back into the main stay of the village. She'd already done quite a number, and the occupants were already starting to notice her buzz around like she owned the joint. "Pretty sure..." She'd offer her thought partially out loud while pointing through the eastern gate, heading straight out with a little purple chest hot on her he

"Yeah yeah, whatever dude." Nisahime expresses as she exits the little store of some chick named Maggie, who would continue to talk to the wall like she was still listening. Her box moves into view, and she'd kick open the lid with her left foot. "Let's see here.... No." Something flops out "No..." Another random object flies past her right shoulder. "Ah, there we go." She'd slide back into view holding a small sickle. She doesn't even exit the walls, as her mimic licks up the stuff she'd left in the walkway. The woman moves right into their fields, and starts to whistle as she begins to clip

Back in and out, the girl was already bored out of her damn mind given this was round three. Each and every time the NPC just had to go into excruciatingly painful detail about the simplest of tasks. As if she hadn't done this countless times before, what was next? Telling her how to tie her shoes? How about breathing? Was that too hard to grasp? Hell it took longer for her to shut them up then it took to finish the tasks they were trying to give her. Dumb as hell. The dumbass flavor of the hour: Richard. Even the given names were uninspired. The girl begins to slip on a rather specific pair o

The excessive chattering and obnoxious waste of time from Callum had more then blew through the better part of the last 30 minutes. It was like a trained monkey trying to teach an expert on the fundamentals of how to slice bread. Utterly mundane and irritating. Spinning up a fresh new attire, these little groupies of hers were struggling to keep any real pace with the girl. First Sam now one of the blonde pair was lagging behind. So odd that she was as old as she was yet she completely outpaced them. "Move your butt, I still got like 7 more of these to go. Hit the gas." Nisa exhumes as she loo

Wandering through the open field, after having just jumped through the hoops regarding Landon. If it was the requirement she needed to reach to dust off her old workshops and tools, allowing a sense of life to return itself to the world that never was or better yet avalon then she'd gladly deal with the droning from some dorky rewritten idiots. The ever peaceful floor 1, still so haphazardly mundane and uninteresting. A falsified paradise to lull them all into a potently manufactured sense of security. Listing aimlessly, she'd find quite readily the little blooms of stones that she was more th

The boat careening off to one side, this was a whole shit load more difficult when it was just her. He was quite the navigator in her time but being a one man crew still made it borderline impossible. "Beep Beep. Nyoom. Ah Wachou Wachou." The girl extrudes with a grin without even the slightest bit of remorse as it is pile driven right through the docks. "How we doing goons? See any good movies, lately? How bout that breakfast, am I right?" The woman remarks as she'd move toward the side of the ship, as the whole thing settles now beached halfway into the dock. It leans slightly to one side al

The woman would walk through a dimly lit chamber that starts to spring to life as she passes in, lanterns on the wall starting to glow in an eerie white light. A layer of dust upon every surface, as wooden cabinets sat idle and forgotten as time had long passed it by. To a simple square table, of shaved teak, she'd run her hand across it and see the streak of where it passed. The thick soot being dispersed in a smear. Dropping a bag upon its surface as a banging box wobbles itself up behind her, pouring out the contents of the bag as the thing would start to vomit all manner of tools and other

Allowing her potion to continue boiling away, she'd mix the vials on the rack with ginger fingers until it finally finishes up and she pulls it free. A brackish purple liquid staring back at her, she'd wiggle it and pop a cork on it before replacing it with an empty one. Back into the chest, she'd start to pile up her yield and toss them underhanded into the box who moves to catch them like a dog would a ball. Eventually its all removed and the woman would take to the corners of that large blanket and start folding it inwards. Into the box, like everything else before she'd shut its lid back u

Working away at the plants of her own, a snap of some roots as she underhand tosses it toward the picnic blanket stretched out across the ground. "These old things, noticed that did you?" A tug of the things sees the smallest bit of bluish frost slink off her palms, the cooling air around them as they are wiggled. "Do you really need to ask, after all two of you tailored them. Or did you forget?" Nisa laughs in a short chuckle knowing full well she just wandered up mount olympus and just picked them up, having a fair discussion with the 'gods' that had them made. There was an irony that they h

*New Round, New Turn Order Collecting bits and pieces of the golem each and every time players would carve pieces off of it. A sudden fist comes roaring toward her and slams into that silver colored transparent bubble, careening far off center and going clean through a nearby column. "Rude." The woman remarks holding up the small yellowish amber piece, shutting an eye and peering through it. Slightly see-through she sizes Freyd up through it, making the man have a giant head and an itty bitty body like a bowling ball strapped to a dowel. "My my, what a big head you have." Her jest as she'