Chapter 6 - Forgotten Treasure of Mist

[twiggilala]

What in her deranged little mind urged her to go to a city of magic? It was silly, laughable really, and quite annoying. She could feel the mist around her, suffocating her technologically advanced mind (in actuality she could not feel the mist around her, but instead suffered from an acute egotism and paranoia that made her think as such). Tucking poor little Brii closer to herself, the doll not at all enjoying the atmosphere of this city, Synlē pouted.

This was not where she had expected to end up next. Not that she was very sure of where she was supposed to end up next, but she supposed work anywhere was good enough for her, especially when she and Brii were exhausted and famished. As well, her skin was covered in a layer of dirt she could not wait to clean herself of.

Wings tucked against her back, Brii at her bosom, Synlē supposed things could be nominally worse. At least she wasn’t bleeding to death; though, she had briefly considered that it could be better than being around magic. Where was all of the beautiful technology that made her little companion tick and that she enjoyed tinkering with? No, this city was run by something else altogether—Ew, Synlē decided to settle on as her description for the city of Ze’isa and its magical core.

Speeding along her way down the street, Synlē did not even she the pretty blonde or her (male?) viera companion that she was about to collide head on with.

[Lorelei]

(OOC: Sorry about the delay, Mooneyes, I've had a really shakey few days. This will be short. If anyone went through what I did, theirs would be short too LOL)

[ Yu'lanea - Black Magic Summoner ]

Yu'lanea nodded politely while he spoke to her, and finished his sentence for him. "Yu'lanea."

She continued on; "She was the first scielan I attained as a Summoner, so she was a milestone for me. Indeed, she changed my life."

[Rune]

Just as the blonde was about to give him a sharp retort, Gier collided bodily with a small and quite distracted young woman and almost knocked both of them off their feet.
"I do apologise Miss! Are you ok?" he asked, the blonde managing to slip away as Gier tended to the girl. She seemed to have cute little dragon wings, but who was he to judge on odd appearances - he got more than a few stares when he first arrived in towns.

OOC: Short fail post is short and faily. Tag La <3

[mooneyes]

"Yu'lanea,"He repeated under his breath. Balsjur listened to her chat without really listening; he could easily hear the contented happiness in her voice, and that was all he really needed. He made her happy. The little conceited smirk on his face was plainly visible, him completely forgetting to hide it.

There was the whiney sound of "carrots" and "hair", and it was such a nausiatingly familiar voice that Balsjur looked around for the source. He noticed the pale face immediately; the scrawny, haughty Black Mage that had fought with them before with the caravan, a sickeningly cute rabbit companion sitting his hair. There was a tiny groan of annoyance. Balsjur couldn't stand people like this, who thought themselves so great and composed when they had nothing to be proud of. Unlike himself, of course.

There was a span of a few moments where Balsjur forgot to walk-- which was surprising, since he really didn't have to think about walking in this high Mist area. He stopped abruptly in his tracks, looking at the Black Mage inquisitively, his brow arched. All the while, he didn't know he had stopped.

*thought I should give Casi something to do =D*

[Little Ashi]

(Thankye!!)

Casilune - Hume Black Mage (and Conija the Rabbit)

Casi was just in the middle of finishing the last of his hair when he heard a familiar name in an unfamiliar voice. Looking back, he saw the familiar Yuu with the unfamiliar overgrown bodybuilder who had strayed from his gym.

"Ah, Lady Yuu, what a....delight." His voice dropped off as he surveyed the person accompanying her with a look of utter disinterest...how anyone could find any interest in such a display of ungraceful raw physicality was a mystery to him. "I see you are accompanied. He was from the caravan, yes? Since it seems I have his attention captivated, which I can hardly fault, can I do something for you?"

[mooneyes]

*I lol'd at "overgrown bodybuilder who had strayed from his gym" XD Nice one*

Damn. Balsjur only figured out that he had stopped walking when the snobby rat of a man started addressing Yu'anea. He rolled his eyes, irritated with his own mindless presumption; he should have payed more attention to his surroundings. He knew there were many ways in which he could embarrass himself in this city. That would be something hard to do, Balsjur thought bitterly, but it could happen on a careless night like tonight.

"Ah, Lady Yuu, what a....delight."

Balsjur could hear the slight contemp of this one's voice, and how it faded into nothingness as his startling blue eyes took in Balsjur's form. There was one incredulous moment where Balsjur fought the sudden, overwhelming desire to laugh; there was no mistaking that haughty, calculating look on those pale features. He thinks himself the better one? There's a laugh, Balsjur thought.

"I see you are accompanied. He was from the caravan, yes? Since it seems I have his attention captivated, which I can hardly fault, can I do something for you?"

A flair of rage sparked in Balsjur's chest at being ignored like that. I am no brute, he thought angrily-- but at that moment he realized that, if he were to open his mouth, he would stammer and stutter and seem like some dumb animal, confirming the mage's opinion. And that wasn't true; who was the better of the two?

That was obvious. At least to Balsjur.

"I believe this is the part where I learn your name." The words tumbled from Baljsur's mouth as though they had a mind of their own, "And yes, I believe we were aquainted earlier....I've seen you fight along with us...yes? I recognized your voice." And I wish I were deaf because of it, he thought inwardly.

*I smell a duel. Tag Casi/Yuu*

[Little Ashi]

Casilune - Hume Avatar of Vanity (oh, and Black Mage, I guess)

"Oh, yes, of course...I forget sometimes that I am not quite known be everyone." With a taunting smile, Casi offered a grandiose bow as Conija hopped down to look at some appetizing grass.

"I am Casilune, and it is my singular...privilege...to welcome you to Ze'isa, home of my dear Institute of Magical Studies." He took great delight in stressing the word, since Balsjur plainly would never have set foot in here otherwise. "We hope you enjoy yourself...whoever you are. How uncouth to ask something and not offer the same." Delighting in his verbal dancing, Casi pushed his flowing hair back behind his head, his other hand straying down to rub against his talisman.

[ShadowedFlames]

{Vilheim: (insert random funny subtitle here)}

The span of about fifteen minutes did nothing to help Vilheim's mind settle down. He was beginning to think that nothing short of a good meal--well, as good a meal as one can afford on 75 gil, anyway--would do the trick, and turned to head into town proper. Lost in his ruminations, he came back to awareness just in time to skirt around the rather bulky hume standing near the edge of the road. As he passed, he noted the other familiar figures standing nearby, and filed the information in the back of his mind for reference.

So, the summoner is here, as is the mage and the soldier. The Fates seem to have some purpose to link us together like this, but what?

Shaking his head to dispel the annoying thoughts, Vilheim wandered off to a booth a short distance away, looking to find something to eat on the paltry funds he had available. Of course, one ear would be tuned into the conversation, if it were to continue, but that was something only he needed to know.

[twiggilala]

"I am fine, if you were not so inept with your feet and sense of direction, I would be much more than fine. Yet it seems you are not, and thus I am not. Thank you." Synle growled each word between her teeth, but then there was something off--something wrong. Her arms felt quite a bit lighter. Oh no, Brii. The singular name struck a chord in her heart she was not even sure the death of a relative closer than her parents or sister would strike. She had never been close to any of her extended family however.

"Brii!" The girl forgot quickly about the man she'd run into (she, not he--he'd been in her blind path; though she would never be aware of such a thing). The little doll had rolled out from her arms, hidden half-way under a vendor's sandbag, little arms reaching out as if needing to be back in Synle's grasp. Yet, the rosy haired female was unawares as to her doll's hiding spot, and groped blindly at the ground, hoping to find the mechanical love of hers. With each run of fingertips over stone, Synle's wings twitched nervously.

The man! "You knocked me over! You made me lose her!" Orange eyes stared up accusingly, not caring who or what he was. "Help me find her!"

[Rune]

"Find who? Your doll?" He would have mocked her, or made some jibe, but the young woman before him was surprisingly fierce and he immediately began casting about for her lost item.

After a couple of moments he spotted the doll, underneath a vendors stall. Bending down from his not inconsiderable height, Geir swept her up off the floor and began to brush the dust off her clothing. "Is this her?" he asked, holding her out to the girl. Young woman, he corrected himself, she's not as young as she looks I don't think. A slight smile played about his lips as he held the doll out.
"See? She wasn't lost. Well, not for long anyway. I'm very sorry for not looking where I was going, I was... er... distracted." he said, suddenly remembering the blonde who had slipped away in to the crowds. Oh well, plenty more fish I suppose.