The young mercenary that's popularly known as the Sunflower was currently making his way towards the capital of the Kingdom of Betelgeuse; Mistow. He had just finished a small job for the King of Betelgeuse, though it was mostly for a chance to find some information about his framing. Unfortunately, Eren found nothing that was of use which frustrated him greatly. He's been stuck in this kingdom for almost six years without being able to find a single piece of evidence. But, he was probably pretty stupid for thinking he could find some evidence in a foreign land. It was worth a shot, wasn't it? After he reports for this job, he was likely just going to relax on the beach for a short while.
Like usual, Eren had his signature cloak with the golden sunflower on his back, his golden tank top, tan slacks, and his black boots. The Sunflower was walking in almost complete silence outside of the clanging of his rather impressive looking lance on his back and the soft sound of his footsteps. He appeared lost in thought as he walked along the old country road. The tragic events that led up to Anna's death seemingly replayed themselves in Eren's mind. He wasn't sure why they suddenly returned; all he knew is that he wanted it to stop.
Feel free to hop in, but please read through the thread before posting. I'd also highly recommend reading through Eren's profile to get a feel of what the two kingdoms are like.
Like usual, Eren had his signature cloak with the golden sunflower on his back, his golden tank top, tan slacks, and his black boots. The Sunflower was walking in almost complete silence outside of the clanging of his rather impressive looking lance on his back and the soft sound of his footsteps. He appeared lost in thought as he walked along the old country road. The tragic events that led up to Anna's death seemingly replayed themselves in Eren's mind. He wasn't sure why they suddenly returned; all he knew is that he wanted it to stop.
Feel free to hop in, but please read through the thread before posting. I'd also highly recommend reading through Eren's profile to get a feel of what the two kingdoms are like.
Twig sat in the cage, the iron bars nullifying his abilities and keeping him trapped. He had tried to escape before but got little more then bruises for it. The cut on his brow had only recently begun to scab. Now Twig just sits in the swaying cage reminiscing about what happened.
Years ago Twig had found himself were he shouldn't be. The City of Camor, capitol of Canis Majoris. Trying to find a bar to loiter in, he stumbled across a murder. All he could remember now was the gasp of a woman an a tattooed man in black. At that point he cared little about who the victim or killer was. He cared only about not becoming a victim himself, and so he ran. He left the Capitol and tried to forget the event. But, no matter where he went he felt watched. In the Taverns, in a barn, Even among the forests he called home. He pushed it of towards superstition and nerves. Unfortunately he was wrong.
The cage jolted harshly, having been kicked by his horseback captor. Twig was knocked around in the cage, reopening his cut and bringing him back to the present. His cage was dangling off the side of the horse, behind the saddle and in perfect kicking location for it's rider. It had been a few days since the assassin had caught up to him. He had gotten used to the gate of the walking horse and no longer threw up through the bars of his cage. "You done daydreaming Fairy? ' Need ya' nice an' perky for the auction house. Can't wait to see how many alixas I can get for ya'. Neva' know, maybe a wiz'll pick you up and dissect ya' for potions. The assassin chortled. The man was covered in black cloth his hood which was normaly up had been pushed back in the heat. Revealing a scared face and the start of a black tattoo on his right shoulder, one that Twig knew stretched down to his covered wrist. A bandoleer of throwing knives crossed his chest, pouches, some with poisons, lined his belt, and sheathed knives were scattered across his body, some were hidden like in his boot while others layed open like on his hip.
Twig didn't offer the assassin a reply, knowing better then to take the bait. Instead he focused on his surroundings. The smell of salt was in the air and the trees had begun to thin a while ago. He remembered the assassin mumbling about some place called Mistow. Though no city could be seen it seems they were close. To Mistow and his unknown future. Though he would never admit it, Twig hoped for a miracle.
Years ago Twig had found himself were he shouldn't be. The City of Camor, capitol of Canis Majoris. Trying to find a bar to loiter in, he stumbled across a murder. All he could remember now was the gasp of a woman an a tattooed man in black. At that point he cared little about who the victim or killer was. He cared only about not becoming a victim himself, and so he ran. He left the Capitol and tried to forget the event. But, no matter where he went he felt watched. In the Taverns, in a barn, Even among the forests he called home. He pushed it of towards superstition and nerves. Unfortunately he was wrong.
The cage jolted harshly, having been kicked by his horseback captor. Twig was knocked around in the cage, reopening his cut and bringing him back to the present. His cage was dangling off the side of the horse, behind the saddle and in perfect kicking location for it's rider. It had been a few days since the assassin had caught up to him. He had gotten used to the gate of the walking horse and no longer threw up through the bars of his cage. "You done daydreaming Fairy? ' Need ya' nice an' perky for the auction house. Can't wait to see how many alixas I can get for ya'. Neva' know, maybe a wiz'll pick you up and dissect ya' for potions. The assassin chortled. The man was covered in black cloth his hood which was normaly up had been pushed back in the heat. Revealing a scared face and the start of a black tattoo on his right shoulder, one that Twig knew stretched down to his covered wrist. A bandoleer of throwing knives crossed his chest, pouches, some with poisons, lined his belt, and sheathed knives were scattered across his body, some were hidden like in his boot while others layed open like on his hip.
Twig didn't offer the assassin a reply, knowing better then to take the bait. Instead he focused on his surroundings. The smell of salt was in the air and the trees had begun to thin a while ago. He remembered the assassin mumbling about some place called Mistow. Though no city could be seen it seems they were close. To Mistow and his unknown future. Though he would never admit it, Twig hoped for a miracle.
(May Roemello join,?)
(( I don't see why not, but you'll have to ask Eren/KV as this rp is knee deep in his characters lore. My suggestion is to read through all of Eren's info (if you hadn't already) so you can understand the world space. I personally wouldn't mind you joining us.))
(I have read up on Eren, nice lance. Well in truth Roemello is very versatile. I can switch from electricity to another element or can we branch to like psychic abilities?)
(Feel free to hop in, my friend.)
After arriving in the capital, Eren had done just as he planned and went to discuss his next job opportunity with the city's leader. This one was a bit curious as it involved a fairy. Naturally, Eren would accept as he has a soft spot for fairies for reasons unknown. Before starting to take the job, he decided to get a little sight seeing done throughout the town, planning to move in here if he fails to gather the proper evidence to prove his innocence. Mistow was a beautiful town with a colorful history. Eren enjoyed the unique architecture, especially when compared to what he remembers back in Camor. In addition the sightseeing, he had some plans to make some upgrades to his lance for his upcoming battles.
After arriving in the capital, Eren had done just as he planned and went to discuss his next job opportunity with the city's leader. This one was a bit curious as it involved a fairy. Naturally, Eren would accept as he has a soft spot for fairies for reasons unknown. Before starting to take the job, he decided to get a little sight seeing done throughout the town, planning to move in here if he fails to gather the proper evidence to prove his innocence. Mistow was a beautiful town with a colorful history. Eren enjoyed the unique architecture, especially when compared to what he remembers back in Camor. In addition the sightseeing, he had some plans to make some upgrades to his lance for his upcoming battles.
((Yay, new friends! As for abilities, Eren has electricity and Twig has shapeshifting (as well as a few lesser earthy abilities) so psychic is prob best to keep balence. Welcome to the rp.))
The trees began to thin out entirely and in the distance the ocean could be seen. The sun speckled accross it's surface, bouncing between the waves. Twig was enchanted, he had lived in the deep forests for most of his life. Even when he ventured from his home he would stay inland. Never before had he ventured so far as the coast. He only noticed that the number of houses lineing the road had begun to increase. Then his view went dark, a thick cloth had been thrown over his cage."Almost there little fairy. Now don't be makin' so much as a squeak or I'll rip ya' pretty little wings off. An' neither of us wan' that. It lowers the price. the assassin chuckled. Twig peered through a small hole in the fabric, they were a pro aching a guard post. His cage jolted again likely kicked one last time before his captor dismounted. Twig wiped away a new trail of blood dripping from his brow and kept his mouth shut. he new that as untrustwothy the assassin was, his promises was the one thing you could trust. The guard began to search the horse and saddle bags for any smuggled goods. Twig almost gasped as the guard began to lift up the cloth of his cage. "What's in here? the guard spoke authoritatively as he inched the cloth up closer and closer to being able to peer inside. Twig didn't dare hope. "My pet bird ya' see, he's sleepin' an' sick with the flu. I brought him to have a doctor take a gander at 'im." the assassin spoke with a grin on his face. The guard paused, speaking to the assassin "a bird? You expect me to be..." The guard stood, dropping the cloth before he was interrupted. "Yeah, a bird." twig peered through his hole again to see the assassin with his hand outstretched towards the guard as if offering a handshake. He had seen it before, there was money in that hand, a bribe. The guard paused, looking between the hand and its owner thinking. The guard smiled and took the hand. "Welcome to Mistow traveler. I hope you can get some help for your bird there and remember, no riding in city limits." The assassin smiled before going back to the head of his horse. He lead it, and it's disheartened passenger, to the seedier part of the city.
The trees began to thin out entirely and in the distance the ocean could be seen. The sun speckled accross it's surface, bouncing between the waves. Twig was enchanted, he had lived in the deep forests for most of his life. Even when he ventured from his home he would stay inland. Never before had he ventured so far as the coast. He only noticed that the number of houses lineing the road had begun to increase. Then his view went dark, a thick cloth had been thrown over his cage."Almost there little fairy. Now don't be makin' so much as a squeak or I'll rip ya' pretty little wings off. An' neither of us wan' that. It lowers the price. the assassin chuckled. Twig peered through a small hole in the fabric, they were a pro aching a guard post. His cage jolted again likely kicked one last time before his captor dismounted. Twig wiped away a new trail of blood dripping from his brow and kept his mouth shut. he new that as untrustwothy the assassin was, his promises was the one thing you could trust. The guard began to search the horse and saddle bags for any smuggled goods. Twig almost gasped as the guard began to lift up the cloth of his cage. "What's in here? the guard spoke authoritatively as he inched the cloth up closer and closer to being able to peer inside. Twig didn't dare hope. "My pet bird ya' see, he's sleepin' an' sick with the flu. I brought him to have a doctor take a gander at 'im." the assassin spoke with a grin on his face. The guard paused, speaking to the assassin "a bird? You expect me to be..." The guard stood, dropping the cloth before he was interrupted. "Yeah, a bird." twig peered through his hole again to see the assassin with his hand outstretched towards the guard as if offering a handshake. He had seen it before, there was money in that hand, a bribe. The guard paused, looking between the hand and its owner thinking. The guard smiled and took the hand. "Welcome to Mistow traveler. I hope you can get some help for your bird there and remember, no riding in city limits." The assassin smiled before going back to the head of his horse. He lead it, and it's disheartened passenger, to the seedier part of the city.
(Psionics it is. I haven't found an opening yet, keep progressing.)
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