Glayp'neir (Arc 1)

"Could that have been Sam, back there?...was I just seeing things? Damn it. Stood me up like that.

With most of his luggage destroyed along with the castle, Jack didn't have anything to unpack as he settled down. He laid down when he noticed there was something in his pocket. It was his flask that he thought he left in his coat.

"If memory serves me right, angels are supposed to serve a specific god. In that case, to whichever god I'm supposed to serve, thanks."

He laid down and let the alcohol numb the sting obsession with all the unanswered questions in his head. After a couple moments resting, He notices Hitomi perched on the bed across from him. Just barely sober enough to realize that it was bad parenting to be drunk in front of a child, he got up.

"allo Hi-hitomeh...uuuhhh... how bout we start on your firs lessen on englesh"

He grabbed some paper and a pen in a rather dizzy fashion. He started by teaching her the alphabet with efficiency and effectiveness quite impressive for someone at his level of intoxication. It

Shiyoko listens to Jian as she hammers a piece of metal in place on a leather strip for her latest work. She gets up from her chair and wipes her forehead, hammer still in hand, and sighs a little. "You having money?" she says with a mocking but friendly smile as she sticks out her tongue at him. Her accent is rather thick but not so bad that you couldn't make out her words. "Yes, well you can pay I can make armor for you, friend." she says and puts the leather strip down onto a nearby table, which is part of her entirely too small stand. She moves some stuff around on her table and pulls out a sketchbook. "What do you want?" she asks and then listens to Jian has he explains to the best of his abilities, quite unsure himself what he wants. After a little while she finishes a sketch and turns the sketchbook around.

Shiyoko's Armor Design:

"This good?" she asks and goes on to explain; "Its like home, with improvements. Scaled leather so if wild animal attacks you can just take it. Then gives good movement too and polymer, and brandolier since I know you are good with herbs and spices. It was never really my thing, people at home don't like it, yes?" She smiles at him, showing that she's impressed with his efforts. "Very cheap design, takes... one two day to finish. Have the schematics already." She reassures him and then ponders. She writes a number down on the notepad.

"2000 Silver"  She then smirks at him seeing his expression at having to pay 8 gold for a whole armor. Jian thinks about his rent, it would probably cost his entire share of his money. She then scribbles through it and laughs. "For you, special. " She then writes down a new number.
1025 Silver" She writes down, together with an order number. She wont likely forget him, but it is part of the job. "Double quarter price, I'll be ready tomorrow or the day after." she confirms and gives him the paper, waving him off thereafter, and pulling out a box of various pre-worked leather strips.


Airgetlam and Dr. Atrium arrive at Davros' Stand. He's surprisingly cleanly looking compared to the rest of the vendors. He notices the two and hands some construct he was working on off to his assistant as he gets up from his chair. "Hey there, how can I help you?" he asks in a welcoming tone. Judging the tone of his voice he seemed desperate for an exchange. Business usually does not go well for these kinds of stands, due to the heavy limitation that comes with these types of weapons. "Lookin' for protraction or classic?" he asks and moves his hand across various long firearms, bows, crossbows, and even some basic hunting knives. Some of the weapons had rather intricate designs, and some were plain. Some of them had odd mechanics. "Ah!" he then exclaims, having noticed Airgetlams hidden crossbow. "I see, I see, well we have some new designs if you're interested, but our special bolts are rather limited right now. Plenty of new piercing bolts have been shipped in, though." He then reaches under his desk and pulls out a rectangular cube of sorts with odd etchings and niches on it. He then flicks it and the piece unfolds, two parts sliding out on each side to form the actual crossbow. He then raises his eyebrow suggestively at Airgetlam and puts it down on the desk and then brings out another crossbow. This one is quite slim and light weight, and has an intricate mechanism on it. "Rapid fire, three bolt burst. You can slap one of these magazines in the bottom and the mechanism will pull the bolts up, and fire three bolts consecutively without having to pull the lever back." He puts it down aswell and pulls up a hip quiver with tied together bundles of various bolts. "Have a look." he says, coming on a little to strong as he holds the bolts up to the woman infront of him. Inside there are packages of plain bolts, and bolts with barbed silver tips, slim to start and thick, to puncture into armor. There were various small packets of other bolts which Airgetlam recognizes to be incinderary to light on fire, and sleep darts. She then notices some odd looking bolts, which were made of metal and basically just a tiny rod of sorts, with no sharp tip but a blunt instead.  He waits patiently on her reply, hoping she will buy some of his goods or upgrades.


Hitomi pays attention but has a hard time staying focused and often times just wanders off to do whatever else she felt pleasing at the time. She eventually takes enough of an interest, staring at this man infront of her who is speaking in gibberish for all she knows. Humans are such strange and curious creatures indeed, with their odd speech. She falls over on her back and eventually gives up trying to understand what the man wants, and then decides to roll around on the bed for a bit, making strange speech-like noises.

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FP Chatlog:

Sharpe keeps having that feeling about Clarent, and leans back in his chair, thinking to himself. His smile fades as he realizes he has little to do, and he walks over to the desk where he left his pistol. He reaches into the backpack that was set against the desk drawer and takes out a screwdriver, and delicately takes the pistol and puts it in front of him, and focuses the lamp next to him to spotlight the firearm. He begins to take apart the gun and inspect parts, as well as oil the parts that seem to need it. He finds not one single flaw, and puts the gun back together and loads an empty magazine, then aims it at the wall, away from the bed in the room and pulls the trigger. A nondescript click emits and no round comes out, per expectation. He releases the magazine and sets it down on the table again, then looks about the room, sighing.

He gets up and walks back down in just his pants, barefoot and finds himself in the living room, but since it's not very well-furnished, there's not much to look at. He goes into the kitchen and opens the cabinets one-by-one, but nothing seems to be particularly interesting nor appetizing. He sighs again, wishing there was a room he could use to practice his technique in. Perhaps then he could use that more effectively to train and keep in peak physical condition. He walks into what seems to be a completely empty room, and starts throwing punches into the air in front of him, first regular, then he starts to use other hand-techniques, such as back fists, knife hands, different blocks, one-inch punches, and eventually moves to kicks, first with a front kick, getting a respectable height with the kick, and then a side kick. He throws a round kick, and then prepares for a butterfly kick, but decides against it, thinking he might not have enough room. He stops and turns away, walking out the door, but turns about-face and bows. He knows it wasn't a technical dojo, but he owes respect to the space anyway, as it has now been used for that purpose. He walks back up the stairs but stops at a door, hearing Jack's slurred speech. He tries to imagine why that might be the case, but also hears a rustling of sheets, so he might be keeping Hitomi entertained or something. He knocks once just to make sure however, as he might head out later, so Jack can watch Clarent.

"W-wait, we were given a map?" She asks sheepishly, but then pays no attention to it as they proceed to Davros Kohl's stand.

Airgetlam's eyes widen a bit as the man eagerly shows her his wares.

"Well the crossbows are nice and all, but I really don't need a new one. The non-automatic one I have allows me to pick my shots and how I want to tackle things. I honestly came here for ammunition sub-types, but I'd like to know about capacity upgrades too. As well, what are these blunt bolts here for?" She asked. She looks at Doc, who she can only imagine must be a bit put-off by the selection of weapons. She takes out her notebook and flips to the page where she keeps her ammo counts and shows him how much she needs in that department.

"Would you have any of these in stock besides sleep and incendiary?"

Jian looks at the sheet he was given. Like home, she said, hm? Well... She kind of is right, this looks like an eastern-made armour, maybe something a bowman would wear back then. The pouches look like something he would use instead of this standard issue belt he's carrying at the moment. He also wonders what made her lower the price, maybe his shocked face? Who knows. He smiles in relief though, then folding the sheet to let it slide into the pocket of his pants. He turns around waving back at her before walking off...

So back in Recudor he is... Still very hard to believe that not even that much time has passed. He keeps on walking, passing by the other stands with less interest. He has to pay the rent for now, then give Ayame her share, then he can think of food to buy. He sighs a little, this feels like before he met all the other people of the group, just walking through the market on his own, looking at the daily variety of things as he just passes by. This reminds him of having to replace the bandages on his right arm and leg, which both are not fully healed yet, aching away due to all the pressure that was put on them. He keeps on walking, being so absent minded that he completely ignores the fact, that the others are at the stand for crossbows and the corrosponding ammunition, walking on without a single hint of attention given.

He shortly after then reaches the dock area, where his hosue is close to. Ayame mentioned living close, but it was surprising to hear that it was somewhere around here aswell, it can't be further than a block or two...

He walks along the ridgeline, heading to the house where Ms. Chen, the landlord is located at. Another family that made it here, coming from the east. He would know them out of all people. They allowed him to stay there due to them speaking the same language as him, they are one of the few people that moved away before the war broke out, so they are technically from the side he lived on, they're part of the "good" guys, preserving the tradition like he does.

He arrives in front of the door of family Chen's house, knocking on it with being ready for the worst. He looks dirty, lookes roughed up and wears a bit rugged servant attire. All that might not leave a good impression...

Dr. Atrium just stands around as Airgetlam does her business. The crossbow the man showed her looked pretty cool but it is nothing he would ever buy. He looks at all the bolts and is shocked how many there are, he looks at some silver looking bolts. He picks it up to take a closer look at it and lets out a loud yelp in pain as the bolt burns his body and leaves a burned imprint on his hand. The silver bolt falls to the floor. The pain makes him fall to his knees and when he does, he falls on the bolt. Doc lets out another cry of pain and he rolls off the bolt and kicks it away. There is a notable about of smoke coming off of him. He slowly gets to his feet and trembling from the pain. He slowly turns to the salesmen. He can see the salesmen is confused about how he could of gotten hurt.

"I-I going back to the house...Sorry."

He says to Air. His voice was shaky and Air can tell that he is hurting. As he limps quickly away in haste, he knocks down the unnoticed sign next to the silver bolts. The sign reads "Holy bolts! Silver crosses melted and blessed!"
When Doc walks into their new house and collapses in the middle of the floor. He breaths heavily through clenched teeth as we waits for the immense pain to go away.

"Oi, you come back er or else yer grounded. Yer en big trouble as eh is missy. Don't thank I dun know about whatchya did to the docta...ah screw eh..."

Suddenly Jack hears a thud from the entrance. He stumbles his way to the source of the sound to find the doctor lying on the ground in immense pain.  

"Allo there mista fairy man. Word of avice, if your gonna be a responsibal parent for Hitoomeh, ya shouldn't get this drunk...ya know those vishun I told ya I av? In a couple of em, there was this kinda music called rock'n'roll...that was nice..."

Jack collapse on top of the doctor.

Davros watches the doctor flee, the expression on the merchants face guilty of confusion and surprise. He moves around the stand, squeezing between his and anothers and pokes the bolt. "Did it malfunction? That is quite odd..." he says after he makes sure the bolt wont hurt him. He then picks it up and holds it up, trying to see if anything is wrong with it. He puts it on his desk and looks at his assistant who is equally baffled. "Umm..." he continues and puts that one particular bolt into a special pouch. "Don't worry, these are usually safe. They are special bolts meant for hunting the undead." he pauses and carefully pulls out another one, showing a mild sense of relief to see the bolts are fine and not somehow harmful.

"They are quite difficult to make, but when shot through a crossbow will tear through the undead, burning them from the inside up in most cases, unless of course you're fighting a very high ranked necromancer. Greater dead usually only get stunned by these things, unless you hit them directly in the head, or whatever else their weak point at the time may be." He slides the bolt into the quiver again and puts the whole thing down on the table. "Unfortunately we don't carry what you are asking for. Those are quite difficult to get in this region, but I could place a special order for you if you'd like. It would take a week or two to arrive." He then fiddles around with something under his table and pulls up a book he had resting on a stool.

"As for upgrades, we have various designs here." he says and flips through the pages. "Like this for instance," he points at an image on one of the pages. The design looks both simple and somehow complicated at the same time. The image is a normal crossbow, with some sort of tube or half circled rod on top of the runway of the bolt and a dial of sorts. "You know those special bolts you're asking for? With this here you won't ever need to even buy them. See, this is a new weave that has been developed up in global. It uses specialized bolts that are a bit more expensive than regular bolts but are imbued with protraction. The attachment itself has a way of altering what effect the bolts will have upon impact. If you need to set fire to your target, you can simply tell the device to do so by turning this on the side. And if you need to freeze a target or object solid, you can just change the setting, and the bolt will react to it. Unfortunately you will still have to buy those incredibly rare caustic bolts at a custom fit shop but they will still fit into the crossbow, as well as any other normal bolt."

He lets her look at the design for a bit and then eventually flips the pages a few times until he gets to what looks like half a cog in the side of the crossbow, leading from a cartridge to the top. "So, you didn't  like the burst fire- Thats fine- But look at this design. You know how you had to load in your bolts manually? With this mechanism you can auto-load them into your crossbow. The device will take out the lowest bolt in the clip and bring it up to the top in record speed, loading it in as you pull back the lever. It's the most updated version and faster than any older outdated models. And if you need to change types, you can simply press it in to the side, here, and the clip will slide out, to be replaced with a new or different set." he smiles, proud of both of those designs. And then leaves the book up on the desk. By this point him and his assistant have already long forgotten about the strange man who burned himself on the holy bolt.




The wind is blowing somewhere.
It's cold- no... It's warm. Unbareably warm.
This is different somehow.
Off in the distance there is a faunt muffled speech. A man seemingly raging, his slurred words forming stands of light that jet around the darkness.
No, it really is cold. It's hard to tell.
Suddenly there is a noise. Far off in the distance, the sound of falling. And there it is again.
Now the sound of the wind becomes stronger, blowing strongly through the vast nothingness. The sound graduately becomes louder, like the rushing of water.
A mighty waterfall is crashing down off in the distance, somehow its tides so loud and powerful they reach all the way here, but in a flash the current alters and sidesteps a lone girl sitting on a small island with only shadodws keeping her company. The waters rush around the island, splashing about and sending sprays of lukewarm droplets towards the girl.
She lays down onto the sand and smiles as the sand turns to silk, oddly not affected by the water which now is not even present anymore.
It's not really cold. It is however wet.
Thud... thud... thud...
Something is making noises again.
The noise is terrible, it wont stop.

Clarent sighs in her deep sleep as the noises of both Dr. Atrium and Jack collapsing on one another runs through the house. She turns on her side, having broken out in a sweat. She opens her eyes for a brief moment. Blinking tiredly. Feeling the pure exhaustment filling her body. She sighs again and one of her arms slides out from under her sheets, dangling off the side of the bed as she falls asleep again.

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FP Chatlog:

Sharpe steps back as Jack lumbers out of the room and wades down to Doc, says some things he can't really make out, and crashes on Doc.

"What the hell?" He says and rushes down and pulls Jack off of Doc, and rolls Doc over with his chest facing up. He looks around his body and notices smoke coming up and looks to Doc's face.

"The hell happened, man? Did you get burned or something? What's up with this?" He asks. He looks over at Jack and picks up the flask he had, smelling it's inside.

"Scotch? Whiskey? I know this is heavy proof in some way, but c'mon, you'd need more than that!" He says, and looks back to Doc.

"I'll get you some aid from upstairs, I think I still have something in my bag." He says and he jogs back upstairs, each step of little concern as his feet move with a solid fleetness. He runs into his room and zeroes in on the bag and goes searching through it, taking out just a bottle of water he had and some gauze he carried for himself.

"This'll do for now." He mumbles, but pauses as he looks at the bed. Clarent is now in a different position, and he smiles a little and he gets up, bridging the gap. His smile fades as he notes the strained look on her face and the sweat beading down.

"Oh shit, not you too..." He says, and places a hand on her forehead. Her head is very warm, typical of what might be a harsh fever, and he retracts it sharply.

"If you can hear me, I will be back momentarily, I need to go take care of some people first, and then I'll be back for you, I promise!" He proclaims to her in a low tone so as not to disturb her, and he runs down the stairs with the supplies.

He kneels and pours a bit of water on his wound, but it doesn't seem like a stab wound, more of a burn, explaining the smoke. Did someone try to torch him? He thought to himself.

He turned his eyesight to the flask of whatever alcoholic beverage it was, grabbed it, and reassured Doc.

"This is going to sting a little."

He splashed a bit of the drink on the wound, hoping that it would disinfect it, and cleaned it up a little where he missed. He wrapped the gauze around Doc, not sure if that would even help burn. He stopped completely, remembering that burns need oxygen to air out, and the unwrapped the gauze from Doc.

"I need to let the air get to that, it'll ease your burn. I'm hoping Jian might have something that can help, I know some herbs can do that. Now before you start explaining away, I need to attend to Clarent, she has a fever, of what severity I don't know." He looks around and goes into the kitchen, checking the cabinets again, and finds there is no freezer or fridge.

"We don't have any ice..." He mumbles.

Airgetlam turns about and reaches her hand out to Doc.

"Doc, wait!" She says, but too late, he's gone already. She turns around to the vendor to finish her deal.

"Well, let's at least make this quick. How much for this clip system you called it? I'm very frugal with my money, and I'd prefer not to be cheated of my currency.

She looks to the quivers on the wall and takes two incendiary bolts, as well as a few of the silver bolts, considering her last encounter, she wants to be prepared.

"Do you have any of these 'freezing bolts' you mentioned? I would like to take a look at them. As well, don't worry about the explosive bolts. I'm fine on my caustics and electrical ammunition as well. Also, I wanted to know perhaps if you had two special bolt types as well besides the ones I mentioned. Would you maybe have water-filled glass bolts and bolts that can spread moss around?" She recalled a while back that someone would use those to get around and they were very helpful to his endeavors, but she hadn't really looked to find them. They would prove invaluable to her stealth capabilities.

The door opens, revealing Ms. Chen in the frame. Her face turns from a smile to a surprised one, she then reaches her arms out to Jian with the warmhearted smile of hers thereafter. Jian obliges to the hug, returning it aswell with a light laugh. A few seconds afterwards the hug breaks and she begins to speak to him in thier native language.

"Jian, my dear! How have you been? We wanted to come over a few days ago, but you never seemed like you were at home! We started to feel very worried. I am glad to see that you are fine too! What brings you to our little house today? Are you looking for my husband? He's fishing like usual if you want to look for him.

Jian just shakes his head afterwards, going through his pocket where the money is in, taking out two gold pieces. He puts them into one of Ms. Chen's hands, closing her hand thereafter.

"Here... This is for you Ms. Chen. It covers the rent, plus a bit more than that due to me being a bit late this month. I've been... Well... On an adventure one could say. I also met someone nice. Really nice. She... Mhhh... I think I am in love. But anyhow, the reason I am here is to pay the rent, even if late. I look a bit roughed up aswell, sorry. I shouldn't come here like this, it makes people wonder what a man like me would want from you, leaving you with a bad image."

He bows afterwards to excuse himself. Then looking at her with a faint smile. She just smiles in surprise, putting the coins down on the cupboard close to the door, coming back with having her hands tucked away in the sleeves with her usual smile.

"It's all good, my dear. You're doing well and that is what counts most. So... You mentioned that you met someone nice, hm? I won't keep you, you should go see her! Oh my, imagining you with a nice girl really is a wonderful picture. Introduce her sometime, I would love to have a cup of tea with you and her, it would be lovely. Now, go, quick!

She waves Jian off before he can reply, with an eager smile on her face. She keeps waving until he is not visable anymore, then closing the door slowly. Jian is now headed towards Ayame's place, being quite nervous. "it would be lovely", she said. That makes Jian smile. He's also relieved to know that Ms. Chen is not upset with him. She's a very wise and kind woman.

Spoiler:

Dr. Atrium gets up and leaves his hand open so the alcohol do its work. He has some of his strength back. He smiles bright when he feels what he has been missing. He looks at his hands as they glow and laughs a little.

"Oh how you have been missed..."

He looks over at Jack and frowns. A shadow claw rises from the ground and it picks Jack up. He makes sure that the claw isn't squeezing Jack tight, just enough to pick him off the ground. He then slowly walks up stairs with the claw fallowing behind him. At the top of the stairs he runs into Sharpe.

"Oh, hey. Sorry about that. I have Jack, I am going to put him to bed. I have my magic back so once I put Jack to bed, I will help Clarent."

Doc then moves past Sharpe and walks into the other room. He uses the claw to put Jack into the bed. He then turns around and walks over to Hitomi and gives her a hug.

"This drunken fool was watching you? At least he didn't do anything stupid."

He ruffles her hair and slowly gets up. He turns to the door and sees Sharpe in the door way. He looks worried and he wants answers. Doc sighs and sits back on the bed.

"I wasn't burned by fire or anything hot. It was my own fault I got burned and hurt."

He looks at Jack to see if he is out and continues when he sees that he is.

"I was punished by death. Anything holy will hurt me as though I were undead or demonic. I promise you that I am not ether of those things....It's just I am being punished for things I have done in the past."

"This your fault. He's dead... he's dead all because of you...I CAN'T DO IT!!! YOU MONSTER!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE!!!"

"99.73%...74.62%...the blood would be on our hands..."

"journal entry 427: Radford and I have had some conflict...taken care of"

MONSTER!!

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE

Jack woke with a splitting headache. It seems someone brought him to his bed. With a bit of struggle, he got to his feet. The sounds of the floor boards beneath his feet cut his ears and the lights pierced his eyes. Eventually, He finds the doctor and Sharpe looking over that girl lady Dahaka possessed. One can only assume she's sick.

"I recall telling you gentlemen that I would dishonor my father if I couldn't play the fiddle better than the local bard, hold my liquor, or use a knife. I'm guessing you've seen me fail at the second. That's what get for drinking moonshine. It's not very classy to drink, but I just keep some with me cause it reminds me of my dad. Anyways, doctor-werewolf-fairy-whatever you are now...grr...uh...how is that girl doing. She's been asleep this entire time. If doesn't wake up soon, we might as well consider her dead."

"Hmm..." Davros exclaims, pondering. He brings his hand up to his chin and tries to search his memory. "Yes, I know what you are talking about." he then says, but rests his hands on the table as he leans close. He looks to the side to make sure his assistant isn't paying attention, which he is not, and speaks in a low voice. "Our kind doesn't make use of them, but... I can get them to you by tomorrow evening." he raises an eyebrow at her expectantly and nods. He then leans back off the desk and pulls up a set of bolts. In a normal tone this time he continues his trade; "Yes, these are the special bolts, freeze included. But they only work with the design I told you about." He puts them on the desk and pulls up a pre-built mechanism which he also puts on the desk. "If you're interested, I can fix up that crossbow of yours and have it ready by tomorrow as well. 9 Gold for the design, and 80 silvers for each bolt. Or you can buy a bundle of 5 or 10 bolts for 350 and 655 silver, respectively."

Sharpe turns to Jack, a look of slight disgust on his face.

"I've had moonshine before and came through sober, you must not be able to handle much proof. Then again, moonshine will usually knock people on their ass. Anyway, she's not dead, she's changed positions and is running a fever." He says, disgruntled. He looks back to Doc and mumbles.

"Do we need an ice pack or something? I could go see if I can fetch one."

"Hmmm..." Airgetlam says as she ponders the deal. One the one hand, she'll have a lot of utility. On the other hand, it seems expensive and the crossbow bolts could maybe be found elsewhere. She senses a scam.

She walks forward and leans onto the table, staring the Davros in the eye.

"May I ask why in particular these bolts can only work with this system and not the one here?" she says as she holds up her crossbow to show it's mechanism.

Jian keeps walking with his thoughts all over the place. He keeps wondering on how to progress after having his money distributed wisely. He could go back to his old work, having his stand here, selling items. He could go and seek out the traders's guild maybe, he has expirienced a lot and maybe they can make use of what he has seen and the items he acquired. He doubts that it would work thereafter though and goes back to focus on the encounter with Ayame.

He reaches the slums and looks around. "The Slums"... What a sad name for this place. Sure, things look average and a bit ragged here and there, but to say this being slums is a bit too degrading. He pulls out his map, taking a look at where it was marked on. Ugh, maps, orientation, what a hassle he usually can't deal with. He tries hard to work his way around though and then after confirming for sure that he finally found Ayame's house, he puts away the map and sighs.

"Well... Here I am. Time to face her again to hope for the best... Especally when it comes to her parents, what if they see me like this and just close the door again? Gah, here goes nothing!"

He then knocks, being quite nervous, fiddling around with the charm he has put around his neck again by now.

Dr. Atrium looks at Jack.

"What are you going on about? Whatever it doesn't matter."

He gets up and walks to Sharpe.

"I am going in the other room to get rid of Clarent's fever and don't worry about me. I am fine now."

He walks into the room that Clarent is in and shuts the door behind him. He then pulls up the chair that was at the desk and sits down in front of her. He then puts his hands on her forehead and puts his other hand on chest where her heart would be. He closes his eyes and focuses, his hands glowing. He is checking her entire body to make sure nothing was harmed in any way while she was in the hands of Dahaka. He smiles when he sees that she is in perfect health and then puts both of his hands on the sides of her head. He then focuses again and casts a simple spell to cure her cold and to make her fever go away. When he is done he moves the hair from her head to the side and tucks her arms back into the bed and sits looking at her.

"For one so young, you have been through a lot. Then again I think this whole group has been through something by the time it was your age. He sighs and turns to look when he hears the door open. He smiles when he sees that it is Hitomi. He gets up and shuts the door behind her and brings her other to Clarent.

"This is Clarent. She is a friend now and not the same person that we met when we first saw her. I made her all better and now we have to wait for her to wake up."

He knows she can't understand him, but he likes to talk to her any ways. Maybe if he just talks to her enough, she will pick up on some words and learn how to talk that way.

"Hhhhmmm...he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I thought he'd be able to connect the dots. First Hitomi bites him, then both of them turn into the same type of beast. Perhaps one of his symptoms is memory loss. Better keep a close eye on her, make sure she doesn't bite anyone else...wait...did she just walk in there? I should probably tell him."

He opens the door and lowers the volume of his voice as he sees the sleeping girl.

"uuh..Doctor? Its gonna take a long time to explain so I'll just give you the short version. Hitomi bit you, you and Hitomi turned into some sort of monster, and based on all that, we should probably should discipline her to prevent her from biting others, including your patient here."

He gently rubs Hitomi's head

"Do you hear all that young one, no biting or else your grounded."

Hitomi growls and snaps for Jacks finger, playfully of course. She stops, having caused no harm, when Dr. Atrium pats her on the head. The fever on Clarent already seems to have subsided, though she is still resting in her bed. Hitomi turns and gives the Doctor a hug of sorts, clinging to him and nudging her head into his side.



The door opens and a worn old man with ragged attire and a cane steps into the door frame. Its pretty dark inside the house, and there are barely any lights on, which is odd given it is now nighttime. "Yes? How can I help you young man?" the old man asks in a stern and rather strict tone. Given Jians experience with people, he can instantly tell this is a man that is hard to impress. A man who has seen a lot, and dealt with a lot. But he notices a hint of sincere curiosity in his voice as he shuffles in the frame. "You look quite well done up- Are you with the traders guild? Is this about my missing daughter?" he pokes at Jian, metaphorically, and bangs his cane against the frame lightly. "She's been missing for a whole week or two and neither of you people have shown any effort to find the missing people. What do you bums even do for a living? My daughter is still not home and your people are too busy with celebrating some damn festival instead of finding me my daughter..." The man seems to have gone into a bit of a rant but he catches himself and sighs. "I'm sorry. It has been a rough time lately, Are you with the guild or not? I can't tell these days, you people all look alike to me."



"Well" Davros begins to explain; "The bolts are based on protraction, and without this specific upgrade, or one similar to it, they will be non the better than a regular bolt." He sighs, easily seeing through her distrust. "Look, these are imported from Global, and I barely make a living off of them. I have no reason to drive away customers by making up things, they will tell you the same thing I have told you now. And possibly, these will be even more expensive up in Global, where they already have the better designs for both bolt and firing mechanism."

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FP Chatlog:

"Well then I guess if I'm not needed, I'll go check out the market and what's left of the festival." Sharpe says and walks up to the room where he left his stuff, and puts his shirt, boots and coat on and rigs his sword and pistol in their holsters.

"Later." He says as he walks down and out the door. He makes his way through the township towards the market center with his hands in his coat pockets, minding his own business. He walks over to what he assumes to be the information desk, and singles out the weapons venders and the sellswords, and proceeds to the ranged vendor. The stalls are abundant in people, depending though on their goods. Food naturally gets more people, but so do clothes and jewelry. He arrives at the ranged vendor and finds the familiar cloak of Airgetlam leaning on the table and talking to presumably the owner of the stand. He puts a hand on her shoulder, a playful smile on his face.

"Find something you like? Or are you haggling?" He asks.

"Well, I guess for now just ring me up for some incendiary bolts, the small portion. Give me some time to- Eep!" she yelps mid-sentence as Sharpe takes her by surprise.

"O-oh hey, Sharpie, u-uhm I was just pondering some crossbow upgrades, lot more ammo subtypes then I thought there were, but I'd have to make this a proration weave to use them, and I want to do a bit of thinking before I go ahead with it. Does that sound alright?" She asks. She looks back to Sharpe and motions her head toward the back wall, indicating what look like firearms.

"Interest you?" she whispers.

Being a tad bit overwhelmed with this small outburst, he can't help but look down onto the floor. The man shortly after calms down, a relief for both he presumes. So... Ayame is not back yet, what could that possibly mean? Did something happen to her? He certainly hopes this is not the case.

"E-excuse me, good sir. I am not from the Trader's Guild... To introduce myself... I am Jian Manchu. I live relatively close, a bit further down at the docks. I was... going to see your daughter, Ayame, because before she left off when we came back, she said she would live here."

He shows the man the map with the mark on it, which is put down on this house. His face turns worried more and more during explaining.

"Well, now I am here and she isn't... It's very concerning to myself aswell. I ran into your daughter in quite a crazy incident, I am not sure if explaining would really help, as it all would sound blown out of proportion and unrealistic... But I can explain this much, it was a horrendous ride for both, me and her. She was gone for longer, so I can only imagine how terrible things were..."

He interrupts with a small sigh as his concern is nearly flattening him to the point where it just hurts to carry on.

"A-and we came back after managing to get out of that place... She said... she would come back home, to that point of the map and..."

He takes a deep breath, a small tear escaping him, but he tries to keep it together.

"To break it down to what might be the most shocking or important... I have developed feelings for your daughter. She grew close in the time where we were stuck in there, as she was one of the few people- no... The only person, that fully understood my feelings. She supported me up to the end and has done a lot of great deeds. The main reason I came over was to see her... And to give her some of the money we were rewarded for saving all the people that were stuck in there... Here..."

He shows the man the share Ayame would've gotten, putting one more Gold-piece ontop of the actual share. He just feels like giving her a bit more than Sharpe said would be appropriate would win the trust of the man standing in the doorframe.

"This is how much she would've gotten, plus a bit more from my end. I know that the living circumstances are quite rough at times, I usually are in the same place... So please accept this additional coin of gratitude... Y-you have a lovely daughter, to say as much... And I am very pleased to meet you aswell, even if the given circumstance isn't the greatest. Do you have any idea where she could be? Any place she used to go to a lot? I would go look for her and bring her back safely once I found her. I promise."

He lets out one last deep sigh before he simply just can't contain it anymore, the concern has just rolled over him too much at this point, so he can't help but tear up in front of the man. He doesn't even care about how awkward it might look, but he's just too worried to pay attention.

Dr. Atrium looks at Jack in confusion as he tell him the very short version. When he is done he starts to think. He remembers when they first met Hitomi, she lunged at him and he put up his hand and she bit him. It wasn't hard and the teeth marks weren't deep, an easy heal. He remembers giving himself a quick scan to see if he had been poisoned and he remembers that he wasn't. He then starts to remember the odd things that were happening to him in the castle. He was getting hot when it was cold, he was far more rash and irritable then he is. It adds up that the bite caused all that but he is now like Hitomi? He can changed into that hairy thing that she was when they first met her? He chuckles a bit and sits down on the chair. So if he can change...how does it happen? How can he do something that he doesn't now? That last question made him chuckle again, thinking back to when he fist used magic. He did that and didn't know he could. Though this time there isn't going to be a book to help him how to do it. He picks Hitomi up and puts her on his lap and holds her a bit. He then remembers the old rag doll he found, the one that she was holding in the picture he found of her. He pulls it out of his pocket hand hands it to her.

"This is yours. I found it when I was looking for you."

Doc then down at the Soultrap. He hopes that Dahaka is doing ok in there. Getting an idea he holds the Soultrap in his hand and uses his healing spell in it. When he is done he tries to talk to her again.

Lady Dahaka? Are you ok? I tried to heal you and I'm not sure if it worked...I would like to talk to you when ever you are willing to.

When he is done, he looks up at Jack.

"Thank you for telling me. If you are going out to buy things, could you go to the book stand and see if there is anything about fairies, vampires, old monsters, shadow and/or lunar magic and charms? Get as many as you can and I will pay you back. I think I should stay here for when Clarent wakes, I can make sure everything is ok with her."

First off, Hitomi almost bit me, which means she's grounded. I'm quite fascinated by the fact that she was able to understand what I meant before disobeying it, but nevertheless, giving her toys is only incentivizing negative behavior. I would confiscate that, but then she'd probably label me as the strict, uptight parent she resents while you get to be the fun parent she clings to .As for buy things, the house does seem quite empty, but I was going to move out of my old house and move all the furniture here tomorrow morning. I guess I'll just go buy those books in the market just to get some fresh air. Please work more on your parenting skills while I'm gone.