Darra Village(#146RL)
The northern town is a central meeting place for farmers, mercenaries, and
merchants alike. Its simplistic in lay out: a town square, leading leading to
various shops and inns.
Only one road leads out of the town, trailing southward.
[Exits : (P)ottery and Antiques Shop, (M)agic Shoppe, (Se)a Breeze Inn, (Sa)n
Marina Tavern, The (H)ive Theater, and (O)ut of town ]
[Players : Guest3, and Skuld ]
[Sleepers: Guest, Zelgadis, Hotaru, Groucho(Pup), and Setsuna ]
[Things : None ]
>Xelloss wanders into town.
>Xelloss has arrived.
>l xell
Xelloss
Konnichi wa! Or in Ye Olde Englishe, good day and good morrow to thee. This
is a friendly sort of person (presumably), as he always walks around with an
amused smile. Perhaps a slightly condescending smile. But it's a grin
nontheless... he wears a simple cut of purple hair, long and straight, bangs
sometimes covering his eyes (which are usually closed). He strolls around in
travelling robes, clearly a man of the road, complete with a walking staff with
a fine ruby set atop. Over one shoulder is slung a pack that rattles every now
and then, containing juggling toys, books and pens, and some props and costume
things... he's a travelling entertainer, it seems. The man smiles, and waves
to you politely when you look. And sizes you up for some purpose..
Carrying:
>Xelloss sneaks by. He's looking for something secret-like. n.n
>Xelloss leaves the town, heading southward along the road.
>Xelloss has left.
Northern Road at Darra
South of you lies only the winding roadway and rolling hills. But to the
north stands Darra Village, a growing community which began as a simple
cluster of farmsteads some two centuries past. Now it is a fine little town
with a population of hundreds. A thin, rippling blue-gray stream separates you
from the village, but a fat little bridge will help you easily traverse that
obstacle.
[Exits : (S)outh along the road, Wander (W)est into the hills, and (C)ross
the bridge into the village ]
[Things : None ]
>Xelloss approaches from the south.
>Xelloss crosses the bridge leading into the town.
Great North Road
The imperial highway is well used, and a bit rutted by the rains and the many
laden carts which travel this broad roadway daily to engage in commerce,
travel, or other affairs of the so-called civilized world. Then there are
those who are not so civilized. Southeast of here, a few leauges distant, you
can make out a dark expanse of woods. Green rolling hills give way to sere
yellow grasslands far to the west, met on the horizon by silent, brooding
mountains. A day's walk to the north lies the village of Darra, where most
local farmers and craftsmen trade their goods and carry on the simple lives
they lead. Of course... we all know it's not quite that simple, don't we?
[Exits : Narrow farm trail (E)astward, (S)outh along the road, and (N)orth
toward Darra Village ]
[Things : None ]
You head south and finally reach the crossroads.
Crossroads
One way or the other, travellers find their way to these crossroads. Your own
journey, wether through destiny or coincidence, has brought you to where these
roads meet.. or perhaps to where the roads begin. These well-worn roads lead
off in four prominent directions.. The northward path is perhaps the most
promising and most used. The dark silhouette of a town can be seen on the
horizon, standing out against the sky. The eastern path can hardly be called a
road; it is a path cutting through a dense woods, and disappearing between the
trees. Few travellers take this route for fear of the thieves rumored to live
within the forest. To the west, a lonely highway wears a trail through the
grasslands vanishing into the dark shadows of the mountains. Like the
northward path, the way south is much used. It leads to the harbour town at
the edge of the ocean, a busy center of trade and business. There can be no
guarantee of where exactly the path you choose will lead, but one should not
wait for fate to guide them through but journey out to boldly meet it.
[Exits : (W)estward path, (E)ast into the woods, (N)orth toward Darra
Village, and (S)outh toward Matherion ]
[Players : Seventeen ]
[Things : MAP, and Notice Board ]
>Cloud slowly strolls past, pausing only a moment to read the notice board
>Xelloss has arrived.
>Xelloss wanders by. "Hallo." n.n
>Cloud stands, arms crossed behind his back, scanning the board. He glances at
Xelloss, but doesn't give any acknowledgement
>Xelloss says, "My. That's a big sword. n.n"
>Cloud shrugs. "..."
>Xelloss asks, "Compensating?"
>Cloud just... raises an eyebrow at that one. "..."
>Xelloss n.n.
>17 has apparently come to an impasse regarding which direction to travel. He
stands off to one side with a huge sack carried over his right shoulder and
contemplates east, north, and west without seeming to reach any decisions. He
accepts the presence of other people here as a matter of course. He makes no
move to enter a conversation, but simply takes in each of them before returning
to the matter that troubles him.
Seventeen
Piercing eyes of frigid, unforgiving blue with an unusual almond shape flay you
of pretense and take your measure while a small and delicate mouth curls into a
smirk. His face is unnatural in its perfection, his features at once cruelly
hard and delicately soft, the latter being a most deceptive impression. His
straight, silky black hair is cut just below his jawline and frames his
handsome face. Occasional glimpses of his ears reveal that each is pierced with
a small golden hoop.
Neither tall nor short and with the narrow-shouldered build of a slender,
atheltic youth, he carries himself with an air of restrained aggression. His
bearing and demeanor are those of an impending storm that creates an atmosphere
of contagious tension, securing him a considerable degree of personal space.
He'd be beautiful if he smiled, but that's at the bottom of his list of
priorities.
An orange bandana is tied around his neck, with its tapering peak serving
as the only thing covering his smooth, lightly muscled chest. The oversized,
creme-colored shirt of threadbare material he wears does little to cover him,
as it flutters open and untucked to literally hang off his shoulders and show
the firm but smooth contours of his chest and belly. The tails of his shirt
hang well past his waist and tend to be picked up by whatever breeze comes
along. The sleeves are extreme in their volume, completely swaddling his arms.
Torn scraps of cloth bind them above his wrists, with the tatters dangling down
past his fingertips.
Not content with merely one belt, he wears at least three crisscrossed
about his waist. Someone else's worn and faded grey leather riding pants
loosely sheath his legs, closely following his shape, with a rip on his left
thigh reveals a glimpse of more evenly tanned skin. The material gathers in
soft wrinkles at his waist and knees, and above the ill-fitting brown boots
he's stuffed his feet into, a size too big and laced tightly to compensate.
Carrying:
>Xelloss notices, and feels free to interrupt 17's thinking. "There's a lovely
tavern to the north, good sir, if you're bored." n.n
>Cloud shrugs again. "... It 'a' tavern, at least. Better than nothing."
>17 turns his attention to Xelloss, affording him more detailed scrutiny without
any change to his blandly detached expression. "Oh. I wasn't looking for one of
those."
>Xelloss says, "What are you looking for? n.n"
>17 takes a moment to provide an answer to this question. It's as if he'd frozen
in place for a second or two, and he continues to look through Xelloss
unblinkingly. After a moment he unlimbers the sack from his shoulder and holds
it up with one hand. "Someone who knows how to repair things. I have something
that's broken."
>Xelloss mmms. "Hard to find. Wish I could said I knew someone like that."
>17 nods. "I haven't found one yet."
>Xelloss says, "Best of luck. n.n"
>Cloud shrugs in his somewhat-annoying non-committing way. "..."
>17 doesn't even give that much of a reaction. He assumes the conversation has
ended, so he turns his gaze westward as though pondering his prospects in that
direction. He still forgets to blink.
>Xelloss watches, amused. n.n
>Cloud . o O ( ... ... ... I guess the tavern is better then standing around.
Maybe I can find employment there. )
>17's attention sweeps northward again, and he re-shoulders the sack (which he'd
been holding out demonstratively, and forgot about) as he tentatively embarks
on a trek in that direction.
>Seventeen wanders northward.
>Seventeen has left.
>Cloud decides to head north as well. Better then standing around here wasting
time, at least.
>Xelloss applauds the decision. n.n
>Cloud gives Xelloss a... very odd... look as he trudges off.
n
Great North Road
The imperial highway is well used, and a bit rutted by the rains and the many
laden carts which travel this broad roadway daily to engage in commerce,
travel, or other affairs of the so-called civilized world. Then there are
those who are not so civilized. Southeast of here, a few leauges distant, you
can make out a dark expanse of woods. Green rolling hills give way to sere
yellow grasslands far to the west, met on the horizon by silent, brooding
mountains. A day's walk to the north lies the village of Darra, where most
local farmers and craftsmen trade their goods and carry on the simple lives
they lead. Of course... we all know it's not quite that simple, don't we?
[Exits : Narrow farm trail (E)astward, (S)outh along the road, and (N)orth
toward Darra Village ]
[Players : Seventeen ]
[Things : None ]
n
You head northward.
Northern Road at Darra
South of you lies only the winding roadway and rolling hills. But to the
north stands Darra Village, a growing community which began as a simple
cluster of farmsteads some two centuries past. Now it is a fine little town
with a population of hundreds. A thin, rippling blue-gray stream separates you
from the village, but a fat little bridge will help you easily traverse that
obstacle.
[Exits : (S)outh along the road, Wander (W)est into the hills, and (C)ross
the bridge into the village ]
[Things : None ]
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Darra Village(#146RL)
The northern town is a central meeting place for farmers, mercenaries, and
merchants alike. Its simplistic in lay out: a town square, leading leading to
various shops and inns.
Only one road leads out of the town, trailing southward.
[Exits : (P)ottery and Antiques Shop, (M)agic Shoppe, (Se)a Breeze Inn, (Sa)n
Marina Tavern, The (H)ive Theater, and (O)ut of town ]
[Sleepers: Guest3, Guest4, Zelgadis, Hotaru, Skuld, Groucho(Pup), and Setsuna ]
[Things : None ]
San Marina Tavern
A small tavern for the locals as well as guests of the inn, it is seperated
from the inn only by a wall with a connecting doorway. Several tables are laid
out around the room, a bar at the end with several stools lined up in front. A
large Bartender runs the bar while a cute young waitress moves between tables,
taking care of customers and filling orders.
[Exits : (O)ut, and (Se)a Breeze Inn ]
[Players : X ]
[Sleepers: Celes, and Miria(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Xelloss steps in through the main entrance.
>Xelloss has arrived.
>X has disconnected.
>Xelloss enters, picks a table, puts his feet up and relaxes. n.n
>Cloud sits at the bar, quietly drinking mead.
>Xelloss says, "Howdy, quiet one."
>Cloud pauses, then nods to Xelloss.
>Cloud asks, ".... Did you have a question you wanted to ask, or are you just
chatting?"
>Xelloss says, "Just chatting. Or relaxing quietly. Whatever works best with
you. n.n"
>Cloud shrugs to Xelloss. "..." He satifies himself by slouching forward and
taking a sip of mead.
>Xelloss says, "I figured as much."
>Xelloss relaxes quietly. n.n
>Utena walks in from the front entrance.
>Utena has arrived.
>l utena
Utena
Pupilless deep, crystal blue eyes shine out from a face unblemished by
frowns, lines, visible fear or doubt- only tranquility, framed in freshly
lustrous feathered pastel-pink hair. The girl you glance at carries
herself with pride. Petite though she is, she stands with confidence
and noble bearing, ready to take on the world. Her left hand rests on her
hip; a silver signet rests on her ring finger, a thick ring that
calls to mind the seal of a noble lord; perhaps her token of nobility, a
proof of her lineage?
A prized black jacket, tailored and constructed in a style somewhere
between medieval and Restoration, adorns and defines her slender
frame. A row of gold buttons moves down from high collar to waist;
a flash at Utena's throat reveals a large squarecut emerald set in gold,
connected to two gold braids, one draping in front and one on back of her
right shoulder. Her epaulets resting above her shoulders are made of red
glass or ruby. The cuffs of the jacket are white, and doublesized, edged
with red trim and pinned in place with ruby buttons; crisply folded
white gauzy fabric forms a kind of underskirt sandwiched between her
jacket and a pair of red leggings covering her slim legs below. At her
side is belted a black sheath with a gold and black hilt; the sheath and
hilt show signs of frequent use. Her feet are covered by worn, and sturdy
black leather drawstring boots that end just below the knee.
Carrying:
Large brown leather knapsack
>Xelloss says, "Hello. n.n"
>Cloud sits at the bar, slouching forward rather uncouthly, and quietly
indulging in saturating his brain with alcohol.
>Utena stifles a yawn, shifting a large brown knapsack on her shoulder, walking
slowly away from the inn, where she spent the night.
>Xelloss relaxes at a table.
>Utena smiles, acknowledging the greeting. "Hello."
>Xelloss asks, "How do you do, good lady?"
>"Well, sir, and yourself?" responds the girl with a cheerful low voice.
>Cloud glances at Utena, responding to the discussion with a shrug.
>Xelloss says, "Oh, quite good. Had a very productive day."
>Utena ohs? and swings the heavy sack from her back onto a wooden table nearby,
curious, pupilless blue eyes fixing on Xelloss while she unclasps a pocket of
the bag and rummages through it.
>Xelloss says, "Had some business to take care of. Think it went rather well...
but I failed to introduce myself! I am Xelloss. Travelling performer, currently
working at The Hive."
>Utena bows with a mild grin. "Utena. I'm a traveller myself..." She swings her
leg over a low wooden chair and sits, resting her hands on her knees.
>Cloud replies, "............."
>Xelloss ohs? "What sort of work do you do?" He leans forward, interested. Must
better conversation here than with other nearby options.
>Utena gives a shy little grin and gazes at the floor for a moment, slender hand
touching the back of her neck. "I.. help people. That's the easiest way to put
it, sir. I've made my living moving around, and helping people. Sometimes it's
just farm chores, milking the cows or what have you, and sometimes it's a bit
more than that.. sometimes it's defending someone against bandits... Things of
that nature."
>Xelloss ahhhs... "Do a good deed every day. How very extrodinary, in these
times!" He smiles.
>Cloud speaks up, "... Interesting." He doesn't seem all that sincere, but, hey,
at least you know he isn't dead now.
>Utena nods quietly. "It's very much because of that that I decided to make that
my work." She brushes her hand lightly along one of the buttons of her jacket.
"I don't have anything except what others give me.. so the more I do for
others, the easier it is for me to live." She glances at Cloud, with a pitying
glance.
>Xelloss looks aside at Cloud. "Seems there's a dire need for your unique
talents nowadays..." and back to Utena. "Very humble of you. Mm. Perhaps I
could use some aid down the line... I'll have to look you up."
>Utena says, "I hope that you will," Utena replies with another little smile.
"Though, I wonder if you might know of something that I need... I've been.. for
some time.. searching for a man... a man in white, with brown skin, and
lavender-colored hair... a Prince... he rode a powerful white horse..." Her
lips purse. "I don't suppose you might ever have seen such a person?"
>Cloud shakes his head. "... Can't claim to have met him."
>Xelloss asks, "I'm the only person I know with lavendar hair, m'lady. Terribly
sorry. ...is he of value to you?"
>Utena gazes at the heavy silver ring adorning her left hand, and nods slowly.
"I just want to meet him again, once more. It was when I was a very small child
that I met him for the first time. He gave me this ring... and so.. I hoped to
see him again some time."
>Xelloss notes the ring carefully, and nods. "I'm sure you will. Things just..
work. Take it from an expert."
>Cloud pays attention to that, though he shows no outward sign of doing so.
>Utena beams. "That's what I hope, every day."
>Xelloss says, "You should be careful openly displaying such valuable things,
however. There are thieves in this land."
>Utena tilts her head slightly, innocently. "I've never had a serious problem."
She pats the sheathed sword hanging from a belt at her side. "And I'm not
entirely helpless. Though I appreciate the warning."
>Xelloss ohs! "Are you a swordswoman, then?"
>Cloud comments again, "..... Things seem rather calm around here, at least for
the time being."
>Utena glances to the young blonde man. "For now? Do you know of a threat?"
>Cloud shrugs. "Not in this area."
>l me
Cloud(#573PB$)
-=-=- Cloud Strife -=-=-
A chill... something wells up in you as you look upon this man. Whatever it
was, it passes quickly, allowing you to focus in on the person. He's of average
height, perhaps an inch under 6 feet. Certainly a warrior of some sort, from
both dress and bearing, he isn't heavily muscled and bulky like many other
mercenaries... rather, he's lean and wiry, long of limb, cutting a
distinguished profile. As you look to his face, you are immediately drawn to
the blond hair that frames it... 'mop' is probably as suitable a description as
any, as it sticks out in every possible direction, adding several inches to his
height. His features are rather delicate, not a blemish to be seen, but his
sky-blue eyes seem to glow with a cold, inner fire... maybe you're just
imagining things.
His clothing is also rather atypical for a warrior, though it serves it's
purpose well. The focal piece is a tunic of a deep gray hue, sleeveless, that
covers his torso. It is secured around the waist by a broad leather belt,
studded with steel ornaments, while a large shoulder plating serves as the only
visible armor on his person. Baggy gray trousers and heavy brown leather boots
complete the lower part of the outfit. A claymore of extremely prodigious size
is (if you're lucky) sheathed to his back, sealing the image.
Carrying: (Currency: 57 gold pieces)
Buster Sword(#585)
>Xelloss says, "Rumor has it there is a band of brigands in the area. While I
can't say I've seen them doing nefarious deeds, I would put some weight in the
possibility."
>Cloud sits up. "... So I've heard. Might be worth investigating, if a reward
has been offered..."
>Xelloss says, "I believe I saw something of the nature on the notice board,
near the crossroads."
>Utena frowns, nodding quietly, linking her fingers before her. She makes a
soft, low sound at the concept of a reward. After all, real Princes do good
because they must, not for money.
>Cloud hmmms, taking a sip of mead. Of course, Cloud never claimed to be a
Prince.
>Xelloss says, "The whole community could likely breathe easier without such
problems about. That'd be a good deed worth doing."
>Utena makes a decision, and stands, pulling her heavy bag onto her back again.
"Near the crossroads, you said?" Gazing toward Xelloss.
>Xelloss says, "Yes, that's where I saw it."
>Cloud says, "... Messages are put on the post there, apparently."
>"Thank you." Utena bows again, pastel-colored hair shifting about. "I think I'd
like to go take a look for myself..."
>Xelloss smiles, and nods. "I'll be seeing you again, I'm certain."
>Utena exclaims, "It was a pleasure to meet you!"
>Utena exits the bar through the main entrance.
>Utena has left.
>Xelloss says, "And you."
>Xelloss smiles.. to himself. n.n
>Cloud wouldn't notice if you smiled at him anyway. He seems rather apathetic
about... things.
>Xelloss hmmmms to himself, pondering various things.
Cloud . o O ( ... Perhaps these bandits are worth looking into. )
>Xelloss says, "I do believe I'll look about. n.n Later, quiet one."
>Cloud nods to Xelloss
>Xelloss exits the bar through the main entrance.
>Xelloss has left.
Darra Village(#146RL)
The northern town is a central meeting place for farmers, mercenaries, and
merchants alike. Its simplistic in lay out: a town square, leading leading to
various shops and inns.
Only one road leads out of the town, trailing southward.
[Exits : (P)ottery and Antiques Shop, (M)agic Shoppe, (Se)a Breeze Inn, (Sa)n
Marina Tavern, The (H)ive Theater, and (O)ut of town ]
[Sleepers: Guest3, Guest4, Zelgadis, Hotaru, Skuld, Groucho(Pup), and Setsuna ]
[Things : None ]
>Link wanders into town.
>Link has arrived.
>Link sits under a tree and looks out.
>Cloud leans against the wall near the entrance of the tavern, either deep in
thought, or asleep. Could go either way.
>Cloud looks up, pausing a moment to look Link over. "...?"
>Zelgadis has connected.
>Cloud leans against the wall near the entrance of the tavern, arms crossed in
front of him, head bowed.
>l zel
Zelgadis
You see before you Zelgadis Greywars. He stands around 5'9, and dressed head
to tow in white. He also weras a long white cape, with a hood and mask. If her
were to ever remove said things, you would see that his face is blue.. with
grey stones sticking out from his cheekbones and his chin, among other places
on his face. By his side is a sword with a golden sword guard, and a long brown
sheath. He appears to be just about ready for anything. His face, assuming it
is visible, is set in a very neutral expression. almost as if it were carved
from stone.
Carrying:
>Link looks like he's asleep under a tree
>Zelgadis pulls himself up off the ground... unfortunately... he forgot to put
his mask on before he fell asleep. his face is revealed in all its Kimeric
Glory.
>Reeve wanders into town.
>Reeve has arrived.
>l reeve
Reeve
The figure before you stands at about 6' tall, and might have a commanding
presense, if he wasn't rather friendly looking.
His features are dignified, giving him a somewhat noble air, but they look
quite amiable when he smiles, which is a good deal of the time. His eyes are
dark brown in color, and his medium-length hair is black, and swept back to his
shoulders. Normally his beard is a neatly trimmed goatee, but of late he hasn't
had much time to care for it, so it's grown quite a bit thicker, although it is
still neat.
He wears a dark blue tunic and breeches; both are of high quality, but rather
plain looking. On his feet are brown leather boots, with the tops turned down.
He wears a swordbelt, but wears it awkwardly, and the short sword in it doesn't
appear to be used often. Slung over his left shoulder is a leather satchel,
with a few sheets of paper sticking out from under the flap.
Carrying:
>Cloud leans against the wall near the entrance of the tavern, arms crossed in
front of him, head bowed.
>Cloud looks directly at Zel... and shrugs to himself. "..."
>Reeve walks into the village from the south, trying in vain to brush at least
some of the travel dust from his clothes.
>Cloud . o O ( ... Something familiar about him...? )
>Zelgadis stands, hood down, mask off. He seems to not care about anyones
opinion of his appearance anymore... at least not enough to wear his mask.
>Link yawns really loudly.
>Reeve doesn't seem to find Zelgadis appearance too odd, but he stops when he
sees Cloud. . o O ( Weren't they looking for someone that looked like that? )
ponder ....... Must have been my imagination.
>Cloud . o O ( ....... Must have been my imagination. )
>Kino_Makoto wanders into town.
>Kino_Makoto has arrived.
>Cloud leans against the wall near the entrance of the tavern, arms crossed in
front of him. He watches the goings-on with a detached interest.
>Reeve walks over towards the others... "Excuse me, do any of you know where I
might find an inn?"
>l kino
Kino_Makoto
A tall brunette of about 16 years, Makoto casts a striking figure. Soft brown
deerskin covers her from shoulder to ankle in a rather exotic hunting outfit. A
large wooden staff is always in her hand, usually being used as a walking
stick, but obviously can be put to better use as protection. Twin daggers hang
from either side of her belt, their sheaths worn from use. Makoto's green eyes
twinkle as she looks at you and gives you a smile.
Carrying:
>Mako-chan walks up the road, a cheerful smile on her face, and her big staff
slung across her shoulders.
>Zelgadis nods in the young Lady's direction. His mask is down, his hood is off.
He apparently has decided to no longer hide his face.
>Mako-chan blinks at Zelgadis. (Poor man...must have an illness...)
>Mako-chan looks around
>Mako-chan spots Link and waves. "Hello! Sleep well?"
>Cloud looks over at Reeve. "... Hey?"
>Reeve asks, "An inn. You know, someplace to stay? Do you know where I can find
one?"
>D walks out of the Sea Breeze Inn.
>D has arrived.
>Hotaru has connected.
>Cloud points over his shoulder. "What's your name?"
>Mako-chan watches Link closesly and decides that he's asleep.
>D quietly wanders by looking around
>l d
D
Before you stands a man with a cold emotionless expression on his handsome
face, his long brown hair hanging freely down his back and shoulders. He seems
rather tall and lean, probably from hours of activity. He moves smoothly and
quietly, belying his tall size, with a grace that seems almost inhuman.
Concealed in a large full midnight blue cloak and hat, and with an extremely
long intricate sword strapped across his back, he gives you the impression of a
deadly enemy to any who would cross his path.
Carrying:
Buckle Ward, and Vampire Slayer Sword
>Reeve says, "I'm Reeve."
>Mako-chan turns around and smiles at D. "Hi!"
>Healer Tomoe looks around, startled that she is still here
>D nods at Mako and say in a low voice "Hello again...."
>Mako-chan glances over at Hotaru and feels a sudden shiver, though from what,
she does not know.
>Healer Tomoe . o O ( I really should find a church. It is going to be cold
tonight. )
>D leaves the town, heading southward along the road.
>D has left.
>Reeve gives Cloud an appraising look. "And who're you?"
>Cloud shrugs at Reeve. "... A mercenary."
>Mako-chan recognises Hotaru's medallion as signifying her as someone high up,
and bows. "Good evening, lady."
>Healer Tomoe bows her head to Mako-chan "Many blessing, fellow citizen. How are
you this evening?"
>Zelgadis nods in the cleric's direction.
>Mako-chan grins. "Very good. I'm starting to like this place. And you, lady?"
Healer Tomoe says, "I am new to this region. I have lost the better part of the
day searching for a church or temple."
>Mako-chan puts her staff back in an upright position, not wanting to appear too
rude.
>Cloud continues. "... Anyway, the inn's over there."
>Mako-chan thinks. "I haven't seen any around. I'm not sure there even is on any
where nearby."
>Cloud . o O ( ... He must be... one of Lord ShinRa's vassals? Here? )
>Reeve adjusts the satchel on his shoulder, trying to make it more comfortable.
He nods in gratitude to Cloud, and walks over to the inn.
>Reeve heads into the Sea Breeze Inn.
>Reeve has left.
>Healer Tomoe asks, "Really?"
>Link yawns
>Healer Tomoe says, "That may be why the Goddess has sent me here. To establish
a place of worship and healing, to carry out her duties."
>Mako-chan asks, "May I ask which Goddess you follow, lady?"
>Healer Tomoe says, "Saturn the Healer."
>Mako-chan frowns slightly. "I'm afraid I've never heard of her. I doubt you
will find a temple to her anywhere nearby."
>Zelgadis is standing silently off to the side.
>D has arrived.
>D heads into the San Marina Tavern!
>D has left.
>Healer Tomoe says, "Tis a shame. She wishes to spread the knowledge of healing
to all ends of the planet"
>Link is lying under a tree, looking at the sky.
>Mako-chan smiles. "Sounds like a worthy cause."
>Link nods, although he doubts anyone is looking at him.
>Healer Tomoe says, "I think so."
>Cloud just listens quietly. Maybe someone will say something interesting. Or
maybe not.
>Healer Tomoe says, "I do not know what I am doing here."
>Skuld has connected.
>Link climbs up into the tree have a better view of the town.
>Mako-chan briefly wonders if Link has been at the same tree for several
days...o.o
>Link is up in a tree, but attemptng to hide: if you look at the tree, you'd
see him. He's just getting a better view.
>Cloud leans against the wall, near the entrance to the tavern, listening
quietly.
>Skari walks in, glancing around curiously.
>Link looks out from the tree.
>Mako-chan takes a seat in the grass, and relaxes
>Link jumps down from the tree.
>Link draws an arrow and heads out of town.
>Link leaves the town, heading southward along the road.
>Link has left.
>Cloud . o O ( ..... Well, this is a waste of time. )
>Skari walks along the road into town, just enjoying the fresh air.
>Kino_Makoto leaves the town, heading southward along the road.
>Kino_Makoto has left.
>Cloud kicks off from where he was resting. Might as well head off as well.
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