Bittersweet Candy Bowl

While she had been keeping an eye on the young girl, her attention at the time had been more focused on Paulson and the others formulating their own plans to have picked up on much of what Justardanious had said. She flicked her ears as she heard her name mentioned though and turned to Lily and Mollith. Seeing their conversation finishing, she stands and returns to Mollith’s side.
I’d be delighted to Lily.

His smile quickly faded away as he spotted Lily and started to rub the back of his head as he came closer, crestfallen.
So… could you still get something useful? He asked, ashamed.

Konar still on the tree stump,looking at the group talking and discusing their tatics and the new guy Carter(new for him)talking with Paulson and Makar.
(Yes there’s not much to do with him at the moment)

Lily was happy there were no complaints there. As the others caught their glimpses of her they saw a women deep in thought, filled with dread. One hand in the pocket as the other continued to spin the little wooden charm in one hand from tension. Nothing like the Lily they were used to seeing. She didn’t even notice Makar, walking right past the knight as she kept going.

It wasn’t what he had told her that really bothered her…. not exactly… it certainly wasn’t what he was that bothered her either….though its act int he town didn’t help her conscience any.

More so what the information she had could mean. What it said when she put it together in her head, and yet it still didn’t make sense…..but no one would know the truth of that just yet.

As she finally noticed Pauslon and Carter dancing about making fools of themselves she looked up. Face blank for those first for moments before managing a weak smile “…. well then…I see you two are doing a good job keeping everyone entertained.”

(Gonna auto for an hour or so. Assume Carter does something cool with the coin then stops being an idiot for a little bit.)

Makar slammed his palm against his face as Lily walked away.
I knew it!! How could I do that again?! I hope Lieselotte isn’t hating me again…
The knight walked back to the stream where he was before. The sword wasn’t glowing anymore. I think it was glowing because of the doll… at least he’s motionless again.
He waved at Lieselotte and Mollith as he came a little closer, making sure to keep a safe distance from the two.

[Hm I need to Auto for while. Assume Lily is doing her deep and thought thing.]

She sits down on the ground next to Mollith, waving back to Makar when she sees the Lord nearing them. She seems quite content in the presence of Mollith, her prior fears of the young girl dissipated as she came to understand more about child. She absent-mindedly rubs her neck where he scratches had been none the less as she watches Makar from a distance.
Mollith, Mr. Ardanious doesn’t have to be your only friend anymore. I don’t think Makar likes you all to much, but I’m sure I could convince him otherwise. You and I can find people to play your normal games with, or we could even find new fun games to play with Makar. Those games with Makar would be different from the ones you play with others, but just as fun.
Mollith’s eyes seem to shine with glee as Lieselotte distracts her from her thoughts of Lily and Justardanious. Imagining the fun games they would all soon play she squeals with glee and hugs her doll tight. She looks up to Makar as Liselotte mentions him and waves to the Lord excitedly, wondering what new games Lieselotte could be referring to in regards to him.

(Inb4 Carter’s the decoy for Mollith’s games. It’s like the only way Mollith would ever be funny.)

The knight smiles with gladness as the vampiress shows no anger for him anymore. He waves his hand to Mollith, a bit nervous, but he kept his smile. Makar’s smile turned tremulous as Lieselotte mentions about him playing games with the child, but since she seemed so innocent, he could place his fears aside.
Sure, sure…
He looked at Mollith, apologising for before.
Sorry for that light from before, my sword shined for no apparent reason. It blinded me as well… I don’t know what happened that made it shine…
He laughed slightly, trying to keep a good mood there.

Jasmina listens to everyone else formulating a plan and discussing the next move and at the same time,helps Keith with his erratic powers.

(derp)

Hannibal, now drinking from his seemingly endless stock of alcohol, pipes up from a few yards away.

That the jester? From back during the Reinhild fiasco? Hmmm…he might come in handy for the upcoming Infil Mission.

Hannibal smirks to himself, realizing that he’s slipping into his RG jargon with each drink.

“Hello, um… It’s good to see you,” Carter paused, unable to remember the adventurer’s name. However, he does still remember the escapade he had with him. “You still have that sword around with you?”

That sword? What swo-Hannibal remembers the events of the past adventure.

Ah, the weapons that I stole from you after you looted them from a dead comrade’s body? Yes. I still do. And the answer remains no, you may not have them.

[[This is assuming that you’re talking about the blades of Herald Cheiffson. If you meant my old vanilla blades, the assume I said they were lost.]]

Keith continues to train with Jasmina, trying to find the answers to many doubts he has.

You seem to fairly experienced with how PSI works, despite being a mage. I only met one person like that before, long ago. He was also a white mage, a healer, it always seemed to me like he knew too much about PSI.

He puts up a mind barrier to think for himself.

It’s too much of a coincidence… could she be an aquaintance of his? He eliminates the barrier and continues conversing. By any chance… is it possible that you trained with him?

Despite being known for her attention span, after only five minutes of watching the jester Susanna is utterly bored. Being as polite and subtle as possible, she eases her way out of Carter’s sudden fan group.

Looking around, she notes that the only people not busy or chatting are Lily and Amaya. She wanders over to the hedgehog lady, and calls out..

“Say, Lily! Have you got…” She trails off. Walking round, the group’s wisest member is either asleep or in some kind of trance. The smile on the ‘hog’s face at least hints against malign interference.

Giving up, she wanders back to her friend, still sat patiently in the centre of camp. Susanna sits down, and scoots along the log.
“The sun’s already starting to lower in the sky. We really ought to be doing something,” she muses. She looks over to the tabby, for once seeking approval herself.

Amaja looked around the camp momentarily to the others who continued to be lost in conversation rather than taking action, she looked to her dear friend, nodding in agreement. Standing from the log she motioned for Susanna to stand close to her for what was about to occur. She looked to the ground momentarily with her hands outstretched, fully covered by the long sleeves. Her hands shook lightly, focusing all her attention to the ground before her. All around the camp cracks and and pops can be heard throughout the earth. The ground began to violently shake beneath everyone’s feet, doing her best to get everyone’s undivided attention.

Dropping her hands lazily to her sides she looked out to the group of adventurer’s hoping all eyes were on her. Throwing her arm out into the direction of the resting grounds with a miffed expression on her face. She had enough of everyone playing buddy buddy and wanted them to get moving, they’d spent almost the whole day at the campsite without making any progress and as much as she hated abusing the earth in the way she had, she didn’t know any other manner in getting them to pay attention.

Both she and Mollith looked up from their happy discussion of the kinds of ways to play “Peek-A-Boo” with others as the ground shook. She stood and walked over to Amaja and Susanna, watching the tabby with a quizzical expression.
Now what is it you two had to shake the ground to get our attention for? Susanna, would you like to offer some insight?

“So there’s this one trick where I put the coin in my-OH WOAH WHAT IS THAT?!” Carter’s statement was cut off short by the sudden tremors happening around him. Unable to react, he fell flat on his face, a few cards flying from the sleeves of his shirt as he tumbled to the ground. “A-Are we being attacked?!” Carter sounded panicked, hoping that there wouldn’t be any more bandits around them.

Suddenly made the centre of attention by Amaja’s unusually impulsive act, Susanna was suddenly aware of just how many people were in their party. How many eyes there were. All either angry or confused or surprised. All staring at her.

The fur on the back of her neck stood up. Susanna straightened, coughed twice into her fist and began her speech.

“Um. We think that, ah, we should all get moving. Because it’s starting to get late and things.” She waves desperately skywards. The stares continue. “And well, everyone thinks better when they’re moving, right? We can think of a plan as we get a bit closer!”

She grins manically, remembering why she generally stuck to the written word.

The knight was gladly listening to the two girls talking, when the ground started to shake.
Scratching his cheek with a finger, still confused for the odd attempt to get everyone’s attention, Lord Makar stood besides Lieselotte and listened to Susanna. When the writer finished, he looked at the vampiress.
I think she’s right. We have spent too much time, don’t you think? I think we should get moving… He spoke briefly.

True,i am a mage but you contacted my mind with PSI and there is still a way to respond even with magic………who was this “healer” you keep talking about?

Paulson jumped and raised his imaginary stick high. Well then let’s quit yapping and start moving! Adventure ho! He pointed the stick in the direction that he thought the Grounds were.

Drawn out from his concentration, he switches his attention to Amaja. He imprints the following message:

Please, don’t do that again.

He then realizes what he just did. He succesfully managed to perceive and identify Amaja, as well as imprinting on her.

This is really nice. At this rate I will be able to prescind from my sight… but I still wish that it comes back soon.

He goes back to Jasmina to respond to her question.

Nevermind him then. You would be sure about knowing him if you had met him. He told me they are a very rare sight. Anyways… don’t pay attention to that anymore.

The training seems to be working. I can now sense everyone’s presences, but there are still two I can’t yet figure out… they are near Lieselotte and Makar.

Get up from the tree stump clean up a bit from dirt
Just as they said,is better move or one of those guards may find us here if we stay.And staying here is not a good idea.

She yells to everyone in the campsite as she slings her small black bag over her shoulder.
We’ve wasted enough time bickering and watching silly tricks. Everyone take whatever you need. We’re probably not coming back, so leave nothing behind. We’re making our move on the resting grounds now!
She pulls Mollith close to her, a sinister twinkle in her eyes.
Mollith , I do hope you are ready to play.

Amaja shoots a threatening glance over to Keith and throws her hand out towards him, forefinger stretched out from under her sleeve. A ripple forms through the ground to where he’s sitting, a moment later a mini pillar of earth fires from under his seat into his rear to launch him from his perch. She turns away from him and folds her arms across her chest and puffs out her cheeks. Miffed that he invaded her head, as well as told her to stop when no one else was doing anything about getting the group on a forward momentum.

((Thousand Years of Pain No Jutsu :I ))

Paulson let out a slightly to loud cheer which made several of the people by him shush him as he shrugged apologetically.

Alright let’s go kick some Royal Guard ass!

Makar became quite nervous as he heard the vampiress’ words addressed to Mollith.
I hope that child stops calling that carnage from before a game someday…
The makar had his bag under his cape all the time, so everything he did was taking out the holy sword and resting it on his right shoulder and took a deep breath.
Alright everyone! Let’s go!
Finishing his words, the brave knight marched while his cape danced with the calm winds blowing against the makar.

Theresa watches Paulson from the edge of the forest.
I really hope that knucklehead knows what he’s doing…

Keith quickly stands as he felt something moving under him, narrowly avoiding the earth spike. He yells at Amaja.

Now definitely DON’T do that.

Anyways… looks like its time to move. I don’t know if I’m ready, but I’m gonna try.

So finally… what’s the official plan? He asks Lieselotte.

“Wait, where are we going?!” Carter buried his face in his hands. He half-sighed, half-whined at the prospect of having even more life-threatening adventures.

(@Amaja and Keith: SCREW ROLEPLAY I HAVE DEUS EX MACHINA :I)

(Sorry, but the only way to avoid godmodder’s attacks is godmodding back. I won’t do it as long as they don’t.)

She leaves her meditative state and walks over to where everyone else is

I’m as ready as i’ll ever be. She said with confidence in her voice.

We’re on our way to the resting grounds. We’ll stop at the edge of the woods, and decide our final plan there. We don’t need new ideas, we will decide on one we have already made. The likely path is to have Amaja reroute the river to flood out the guards. You can discuss this amongst yourselves as we walk.
She takes Mollith’s hand and nods to Makar at her side as she leaves the campsite in the direction of the resting grounds.

Heaves a sigh of relief that Lieselotte and the others began to take charge of the situation once more, she felt bad for putting Susanna on the spot. She looked to her friend briefly, turning her gaze away with a faint pink on her cheeks, embarrassed to forcing her aid. She looked up to see as the others were beginning the move onward to the resting grounds. Glancing over to her friend once more, curious to what her thoughts on everything were. Having stared longer than she thought her cheeks flushed a deeper pink as she set her sleeved hands to her chest and began to trot after Lieselotte and the others leaving Susanna to her own thoguhts.

Walks over to Paulson, looking off to the side.
“Hey there.”

Paulson looks around at the travelers and tilts his head to the side. So are we using my plan, or has someone else thought of a better one?

Hears Theresa and turns to her with a smirk. Hey Dear, did you have fun on your scouting mission? Any advice for me?

Ok,let’s go to the resting ground then.
Looks to the rest of the group
Let’s get going everyone,if we stay the guards will find us.
Follow Makar,Liesolette and Mollith to the direction to the resting grounds.

As Susanna’s eyes slowly unglaze, she realises that everyone is in fact moving. Her speech worked? Her speech worked! With the relief, her adrenaline begins to seep away. Regaining motor control, she jerkily manages to turn and follow after the group.

It pleases her slightly that her old friend was making sure she wasn’t left behind; as the tabby jogs back ahead, Susanna dismisses that thought, and feels herself finally relax as she follows her friends into the forest.

She sighs and follows everyone else to the resting ground.Confident they will defeat their enemy.

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Carter trailed off to the side, trying to avoid sticking his neck out. But after everyone had left, he noticed that he was now in a forest, all on his own. “W-Wait for me!” He stammered and followed them.

Theresa sighs with relief at Paulson’s calmer demeanor.
“Good to know your spirits have improved since the last time we talked. Listen. Just in case…you know, I figure I should tell you about something.” Lifts her sleeve to reveal a long scar down the length of her arm. “Remember this?”

Hannibal makes his way towards the resting grounds.

The road ahead will be difficult. Odds are against us. But now, we will find a way, or make one! This…is gonna be fun.

Hannibal says this to no one in particular, with a mad grin on his face.

Paulson looked at the scar with a smile on his face.

Yeah I remember that story. You were in that bar, the Salty Pony right? Any ways you were there working your scam magic when some guy got a little angry and pulled that knife on you right? Yeah and then you showed him with bottle of wine you swiped off the counter. Oh man that was such an awesome story. He reminisces it for a moment before snapping back into reality.

Wait, what does that have to do with anything right now?

She looks down.
“That isn’t actually how I got it. It’s kind of a long story. It…” A single tear drops from her eyes. “Reginald…”

Albert and Delilah have packed up their things and the pair head out with the rest of the group, Albert taking up his traditional rearguard position, Delilah by his side. However, the knight cannot pay much attention to his mate and keep out a good eye at the same time; after a while, he gives her a kiss and Delilah moves up to the center of the group, walking alongside Amaja and Susanna, beaming over at her friends despite the grim situation they walk into. This feels better than walking towards Reinhild, for some reason… though perhaps that is simply because she hasn’t seen the resting grounds yet.

(I’m on autoplay again, probably for another hour and a half after this post. Same autoplay priviledges as before.)

Paulson jumps back in surprise. He’s not use to dealing with crying girls, he’s usually long gone by the time they start that. And besides that, Theresa is not one to cry.

Teaty what’s wrong?He asks slightly freaked out and concerned. Are you okay, did…did something happen…He trails off unable to find words for his flying thoughts. Suddenly he hears the name.

Wait, who the hell is Reginald?! Fire coming into his voice. Did something happen with him or….

Paulson growls in frustration and punches his hand into his fist in anger.

“He was…”
After wiping her face, she turns to look at Paulson.
“He was my lover, Paulson. I didn’t want to tell you about him because of…” She looks away. “…of what happened to him.”