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Re: To Find a Way Home (Mamono Assault Force)
Ashloriel would let out a sigh in response to Bakan's explanation, and she ultimately did little more than shake her head as the maid helped him back into his clothes. Turned away from her, he wouldn't see her expression, but she could hear her displeasure as he concluded with such self deprecation. "Oh don't talk like that about yourself," she reprimanded him, "not being the strongest thing in the world hardly makes you weak. By that line of thinking we're all as weak as ants! And just because you're troubled doesn't make you broken!"
Despite the awkwardness caused by his actions only a few moments earlier, Ashloriel stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Things will get better Bakan... They're getting better all the time, it's just hard to notice that was new troubles keep popping up. Have faith," she said, "faith in yourself, in those you care for, and that you can make the future better... Because you are, you already have, and if you keep doing as you have you'll continue to do so!"
Then she stepped away, smiling reassuringly either at his back or at his face if he opted to turn away. "I need to go... But call on me if you need me," she said softly, and then once goodbyes were said she would vanish with a soft snap and a brief flash of light.
With Ashloriel gone, he was free to turn to the maid, who glanced at the slight mess on the floor and then back to Bakan before curtsying. "Of course my lord Bakan, I am at your service," she said, following him off to the bedroom he had been given, where Janne was waiting for him. Before he entered, however, he could turn to the maid following him and deliver his speech, to which she seemed... Surprised, to say the least.
"Uhm... It's... It's alright," she said, responding first to his apology. "Really, it's... Kind of just a hobby of mine... Thinking about what ancient people did... I'm not really much of a historian myself I'm afraid! I learned my letters, but I'm not much of a writer. I... Would like to talk to someone about it, but I'm not expecting anyone to really go far out of their way for it, really!"
His warning about Janne, in turn, caused her eyes to widen in surprise, and a blush to appear on her cheeks. Ultimately, however, she nodded in understanding and awaited his warning.
Opening the door to the bedroom, Bakan found Janne sitting at a table that she had cleared, a number of small bottles, bowls, packages, wrappings, and all manner of tools useful for herbalism and alchemy that were still being portable enough to carry in the witch's pack. She looked up from her work as he entered, having been facing the door, and set aside a potion she'd been mixing and rose with a knowing smirk. That smirk became curious as he brought in another woman, but when he motioned and introduced them and Margery curtsied she seemed more curious than anything else. "Oh... Well hello there, what can I do for you?" the faerie said, to which the maid politely curtsied again. "Milady... My name is Margery, and... If it pleases you... I would like to ask you some questions about... About the people of Badaria from ages past, of its rulers, of what they spoke of... Sir Bakan believed you might be able to help me."
That caused Janne to quirk an eyebrow and laugh lightly, "well... A noble enough cause I suppose! I do know something of history, but not much, and I'm afraid that I am not nearly old enough to give you exactly what you want, but I could act as another connection of sorts to those who witnessed such things first hand. Not to say that such services are free, of course, and though most don't bother to keep time, few of the sidhe like having their time spent on frivelous things for anyone other than themselves. Just... A bit of forewarning for you." Margery seemed hesitant, but then nodded in understanding. Before she could speak further, however, Janne turned to Bakan with a knowing smirk and said; "But first... Bakan here happens to owe me... And I aim to collect~ You may not want to be present for that part, unless you plan on joining in!"
Margery looked surprised and blushed slightly again, but then nodded, curtsied, and moved to excuse herself. Unless Bakan made some other request of her, she would depart, leaving him alone with his long time tormentor, who was already looking at her with predatory eyes.
Bakan: HP = 120/120, PP = 45/45, EP = 85/85, Status = Fine, Armor at 26/50 TP
NPC Stats
Samarta: HP = 54, PP = 67, EP = 67, Status = Fine, Pregnant
Inka: HP = 51, PP = 61, EP = 44, Status = Fine
Rebecca: A coon. A fluffy fluffy coon.
Orgrosh: HP = 97, PP = 49, EP = 72, Status = Fine
Sarah: Fine
Cory: Pregnant
Rhep: HP = 99 PP = 43 EP = 44, Status = Pregnant
NPC Stats
Samarta: HP = 54, PP = 67, EP = 67, Status = Fine, Pregnant
Inka: HP = 51, PP = 61, EP = 44, Status = Fine
Rebecca: A coon. A fluffy fluffy coon.
Orgrosh: HP = 97, PP = 49, EP = 72, Status = Fine
Sarah: Fine
Cory: Pregnant
Rhep: HP = 99 PP = 43 EP = 44, Status = Pregnant
Ashloriel would let out a sigh in response to Bakan's explanation, and she ultimately did little more than shake her head as the maid helped him back into his clothes. Turned away from her, he wouldn't see her expression, but she could hear her displeasure as he concluded with such self deprecation. "Oh don't talk like that about yourself," she reprimanded him, "not being the strongest thing in the world hardly makes you weak. By that line of thinking we're all as weak as ants! And just because you're troubled doesn't make you broken!"
Despite the awkwardness caused by his actions only a few moments earlier, Ashloriel stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Things will get better Bakan... They're getting better all the time, it's just hard to notice that was new troubles keep popping up. Have faith," she said, "faith in yourself, in those you care for, and that you can make the future better... Because you are, you already have, and if you keep doing as you have you'll continue to do so!"
Then she stepped away, smiling reassuringly either at his back or at his face if he opted to turn away. "I need to go... But call on me if you need me," she said softly, and then once goodbyes were said she would vanish with a soft snap and a brief flash of light.
With Ashloriel gone, he was free to turn to the maid, who glanced at the slight mess on the floor and then back to Bakan before curtsying. "Of course my lord Bakan, I am at your service," she said, following him off to the bedroom he had been given, where Janne was waiting for him. Before he entered, however, he could turn to the maid following him and deliver his speech, to which she seemed... Surprised, to say the least.
"Uhm... It's... It's alright," she said, responding first to his apology. "Really, it's... Kind of just a hobby of mine... Thinking about what ancient people did... I'm not really much of a historian myself I'm afraid! I learned my letters, but I'm not much of a writer. I... Would like to talk to someone about it, but I'm not expecting anyone to really go far out of their way for it, really!"
His warning about Janne, in turn, caused her eyes to widen in surprise, and a blush to appear on her cheeks. Ultimately, however, she nodded in understanding and awaited his warning.
Opening the door to the bedroom, Bakan found Janne sitting at a table that she had cleared, a number of small bottles, bowls, packages, wrappings, and all manner of tools useful for herbalism and alchemy that were still being portable enough to carry in the witch's pack. She looked up from her work as he entered, having been facing the door, and set aside a potion she'd been mixing and rose with a knowing smirk. That smirk became curious as he brought in another woman, but when he motioned and introduced them and Margery curtsied she seemed more curious than anything else. "Oh... Well hello there, what can I do for you?" the faerie said, to which the maid politely curtsied again. "Milady... My name is Margery, and... If it pleases you... I would like to ask you some questions about... About the people of Badaria from ages past, of its rulers, of what they spoke of... Sir Bakan believed you might be able to help me."
That caused Janne to quirk an eyebrow and laugh lightly, "well... A noble enough cause I suppose! I do know something of history, but not much, and I'm afraid that I am not nearly old enough to give you exactly what you want, but I could act as another connection of sorts to those who witnessed such things first hand. Not to say that such services are free, of course, and though most don't bother to keep time, few of the sidhe like having their time spent on frivelous things for anyone other than themselves. Just... A bit of forewarning for you." Margery seemed hesitant, but then nodded in understanding. Before she could speak further, however, Janne turned to Bakan with a knowing smirk and said; "But first... Bakan here happens to owe me... And I aim to collect~ You may not want to be present for that part, unless you plan on joining in!"
Margery looked surprised and blushed slightly again, but then nodded, curtsied, and moved to excuse herself. Unless Bakan made some other request of her, she would depart, leaving him alone with his long time tormentor, who was already looking at her with predatory eyes.