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Post by Dawg on Jan 2, 2014 20:54:56 GMT 8
"Oh! That sounds very interesting." She gives Luca a pat, and gestures them to follow her.
"We can rest in my place, I can even cook decent meal! We've been travelling for quite a distance, so I'm sure everyone is famished." She exits the hustle and bustle of the square, and begins to walk to the establishment she calls a home.
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Post by Luca on Jan 2, 2014 22:52:22 GMT 8
Luca silently followed the Lenarian and the two other Wikens. He did not want to cause any problems. Especially in such a difficult area...
Also, he did not think that living on pleasure was such a great thing. There were some Dark Wiken who lost themselves to it. There were also others who simply died of it- gluttony kills, in a sense. But not eating causes the great amount of pain. Luca clutched his stomach, oh, he was so, so hungry....
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Post by Dawg on Jan 2, 2014 23:10:17 GMT 8
She turns around to make sure everyone is still okay and following her. She notices Luca, clutching his stomach. "Hey! Greenie! You okay? You kinda... Look like a starving animal..."
She realizes that he needs to feed, and the source he requires is something she can give him immediately.
"Oh... Shoot..."
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Post by Luca on Jan 2, 2014 23:19:56 GMT 8
"I'm sorry..." Luca said, bowing again and again. "I know that it is unlikely, but do you happen to have a smoke?" Sometimes, smoking worked- it did not satiate him as much as the other thing, but it would do. For now.
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Post by Dawg on Jan 2, 2014 23:30:26 GMT 8
"A smoke? Like a cigarette? I think They sell them in the markets... I could go get some for you. Wait here." She begins to walk back to town.
She points to the cottage near-by. "That's my place over there. Make yourselves comfortable." And with that she runs off, back into town.
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Post by Luca on Jan 3, 2014 10:09:49 GMT 8
"Thank you." Luca said. "Though I'm really, really sorry for he bother..." He trailed off. He was afraid of what would happen next, he never really knew what happened in the few minutes after he had fed.
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Post by luthien on Jan 3, 2014 12:57:57 GMT 8
Three Wikens were now left alone by the small, gravel path. "I guess that means we should --uh, go?" Fiorex gave a small smile. The cottage was quite small, but actually kind of big for one person to live in. As they walked towards the cottage, a child ran by- bumping into Fiorex.
"Oi, watch where you're going, you ungrateful cad!" the child, wearing a white sweater, jeans and a pair of sneakers, yelled at him. The boy, or girl --I'm not exactly sure, wore attire that stood out from the rest of the Lenarians. His strange accent didn't change anything.
"Aaren!" a woman, presumably around her mid-40's called out the the human child, "Be respectful! I already allowed you wear your Nirvanian attire, by Gad!"
The woman looked to the three, and bowed apologetically.
"Pardon my child," she said, "It's been quite some time since 'er last visit to Lenaria."
"Ah, don't worry about it," Fiorex smiled, "It wasn't anything, really."
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Post by Dawg on Jan 3, 2014 13:07:10 GMT 8
She runs back to the three, and is surprised to find a few more has been added into the mix.
She gives the cigarettes to Luca, and bows to the two. "Hello. What brings you here to my humble home." She looks at the child and the woman, realizing the young male(?) is new. "Oh! before I forget. I am Collete Ambrose." She offers her hand to the obvious foreigner. "Welcome to Lenaria. I think you might like it here."
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Post by luthien on Jan 3, 2014 13:25:33 GMT 8
The young boy reluctantly took Collete's hand, grumbling. His mother(assumed) smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet one of the heads of the palace guards." She nudged the human child. "Well, now, introduce yourself to the nice folks, dear," she urged the boy.
He grumbled, arms crossed. It didn't seem like he wanted to be there, actually.
"The name's Aaren Augustus. 'M from South Nirvana and I never intended to be in this dastardly hellhole."
Fiorex raised his brow questionably. I mean, Lenaria was absolutely wonderful, wasn't it? He also pondered on the fact that the guy couldn't properly pronounce consonants --as if pronouncing his 't's and his 'r's and all the others were hard for him. Fiorex didn't pay mind to it any longer, though. I mean, this guy was probably an 10-year-old at max.
"Aaren!" his mother scolded, her hand pinching his cheek. He babbled in pain.
"Ow, ow, ow! Mom, stop it!" he grumbled.
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Post by Keppler on Jan 3, 2014 13:39:58 GMT 8
Sirgil enters the Lenarian Castle, With him a Shoulder Bag and a map, He walks around the Lenarian Castle Walls looking at every stall, Trying to find one book.. `` Is there even a Library here?``
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Post by Dawg on Jan 3, 2014 13:47:11 GMT 8
Collete couldnt believe it. How could anybody anybody, hate Lenaria. She wanted to punch the boy at most, but thought against it, seeing the mother right there would taint the reputation of the Guards. With a very forced smile, she replies. "Well now... Lenaria isnt that bad... The air is clean, and there is plenty to do in here for young children like yourself. I'm sure if you stayed here long enough. You would forget about old South Nirvana." She glares at the boy, but it only lasted a millisecond.
She looks at the mother with a sweet smile. "He seems like quite the mouthful, isn't he Madame?"
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Post by Keppler on Jan 3, 2014 13:49:16 GMT 8
Sirgil walks around the shops, Buying foods actually before moving out walking aimlessly around, He tried asking the guards but thought twice that they might ignore him due to him being a Wiken, He continued walking around trying to find the library himself.
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Post by luthien on Jan 3, 2014 14:03:40 GMT 8
"Oh, 'e certainly is!" the woman looked at the child sternly, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Aaren."
Aaren simply looked away, pouting. "I'm not a baby anymore," he said, "Just 'cause I didn't reach a good height don't mean 'm not old enough to make my own opinions!"
Fiorex tilted his head in utter confusion. This guy was absolutely the most complicated person he's ever met. "How old are you, if I may ask?" he peered down at him. Keyword, folks. Peered down. That must've hurt --in the self-esteem part.
"I'm fifteen, by Jove!" he cried. It seemed as if he was pressured, or at the very least --stressed. A lost Nirvanian in Lenaria, perhaps? But, no. His mother was here, so what exactly was the problem?
Valandil kept quiet all throughout the conversation. He didn't seem to like the idea of getting into this mess.
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Post by Keppler on Jan 3, 2014 14:06:16 GMT 8
Sirgil continued walking aimlessly, He sits in one corner and starts eating his bread.
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Post by Dawg on Jan 3, 2014 14:33:23 GMT 8
"Hey now! No reason to lose your temper. My friend was just asking about your age." She peers down to him as well. "And for a fifteen year old you're acting quite childish."
She looks at Valandil, Luca, and lastly Fiorex. "You guys can go inside and rest up. The door is not locked, and there's some food on the table."
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