[8:04 PM] Kwakadoooooo: The pitch-black pegasus walked along the southern outskirts of Amaterasu. With festival preparations becoming a last-minute rush, and after all the commotion around the plaza, there weren't nearly as many eyes in this part of town. Of course, Sula looked out of place, in his magician getup on a rare flying beast...but he would look out of place anywhere he went.
[8:05 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula tightened his grip on the reins, whispering into Shimi's ear. "Just rest. Nice and slow, Shimi-e. Save your Kwemo for later."
[8:13 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula's narrow grey eyes scan the wanderers, looking for a Saushatu...or at least a Dwabi as desperate as him. He'd spent so much time with the supposed "better" side of Amaterasu, that he had made little to no underworld connections besides Drew...and he could never tell Drew about this.
[8:15 PM] Kwakadoooooo: "Ommm...." Sula did miss that better side, though. Now when he came to the stables for Este, it felt like a crime. Move in, do the job, get out before you're seen. These dusty streets suited him quite well, it seemed.(edited)
[8:16 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): Kalenzo walked around more of the city streets, taking in the view as more and more people chipped in to help prepare for the festival. A genuine smile spread across his face as he watched the people work, the sense of camaraderie, the wonderful morale of depending on each other to get things done, it warmed his heart. The artist was usually a solo act, but his experience in the capital city had brought him many new experiences and many friends and possible foes... Regardless, he placed his hands into his pockets as per usual before rolling his shoulders, one of them carrying his bow.
It didn't take long before he had taken notice of the Dwabi that had come into his life, parading about the streets atop his steed. Kalenzo took a hand out of his pocket to wave and say "Hello!" before mozying his way over to the man.
"Hello there, Sula! Glad to see you once more around here."(edited)
[8:18 PM] Kwakadoooooo: "Ha! Kalen-za!" Sula turned back to see the actor. He, too, appeared just as comforable in society's peaks as its valleys - a true man of Khlin. Perhaps this was fated, after all...
Sula slowly brought the pegasus around, and rode towards the man, giving a slight smile. "Kwemo, sir! Always glad, yes! Such a lovely city. So many new friends."(edited)
[8:24 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Hm hmm, indeed." He nodded, smiling at the man atop his pristine beauty before taking his hands out of his pockets in order to fold his arms "So, how've you been, fine sir? Is that foot of yours doing any better?"(edited)
[8:25 PM] Kwakadoooooo: "Uuu..." Sula gave a sheepish look towards his left foot. It was as if it hadn't healed at all. "That is why I have come here. To find one who has received the truth of...chemicals. Medicine. If Sula-o does not heal fast, how will he be able to...dance, at the party? Ha ha ha!"
[8:28 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Oh, that'd be quite the shame, my friend. Luckily for you, I know a good healer that's probably around here..." Kalenzo replied, turning his head all sorts of different directions in search, "...I'm sure you've heard of him, his name is uh... Elwyn? Yeah, Elwyn."
[8:30 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula shook his head. "Ha ha ha ha! I have already come to Elwyn. But Shimi-e can dance for me, you see." Sula gives a toothy smile. "So the foot...is not the big problem." The Dwabi Nanshatu held back the bile in his throat from the thoughts on his hert. "A healer can not replace...every medicine."(edited)
[8:37 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Ah, I see..." He responded, re-focusing his efforts back onto the man and steed before him. He proceeded to stroke his stubble before continuing, "I... might be able to help, we'd just need some proper medicine first."
[8:37 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula's eyelids raised a little. "You know someone, then? Someone who can bring a greater...treat, than sake? The only material I have managed to find is..." He cleared his throat, bringing out a Hoshidan word every businessman knows: "Kinka."(edited)
[8:49 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): The artist chuckled a fair bit, using his stroking hand to cover his mouth. He then lowered his hand to give a small wave before lowering it into his pocket before commenting,
"...I see, I see. No need to worry, I can perhaps assist you in your endeavor."(edited)
[8:53 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula lowered himself onto his good foot, keeping a hand on Shimi's reins. She took a step back from the mysterious artist, stopping when Sula gave her chin a rub.
"There is a certain...kingdom brat, who has been causing trouble for many people. All their fortune, their status, has made them....very sick." Sula gave a droning hum, then looked off down the road. "Sula-o needs a strong medicine to make sure their money, and their power...go to someone more Kwemo."(edited)
[9:03 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Hmm, I understand your plight, good sir." Kalenzo smiled devilishly, closing his eyes and shaking his head very slowly as he approached Sula for more details.
"I see... but if you take me for an assassin, I must inform you that you are mistaken." He whispered, leaning forwards before narrowing his eyes as they met Sula's. "However, if it's medicine you need, I'd be happy to help you."(edited)
[9:06 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Shimi's wings stirred, but returned to a rest, without a prompt from her master. "Of course, of course!" The Dwabi's hand glided down the side of his robe, into a low pouch. "I can feed the brat, but I do not know how to...make the meal." Sula tried to hide his disgust. For a Dwabi to deal in pure Nanyo was...Nanyo. The whole concept was inherently unthinkable. Yet this was the way of the kingdom. This was the cost of such inhuman systems.
[9:18 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Ah, well then. That certainly changes things, then." He responded, standing back upright with a fake smile on his face, "I'd be delighted to help you, but I'm afraid that cooking isn't quite my forté. Now, don't get me wrong, cooking is wonderful and all, but I don't think I'm quite up to par with some of the 5-star chefs around here, you know?"
[9:21 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula sighed in concession. "I know the chefs on the north side quite well...But they do not make food you can serve with every utensil." He withdrew a jet-black throwing knife, with an ancient and obscure design. It shone in the sun like glass - someone more well-versed in Freyzenese warfare than Sula would recognize it as a miniature version of the traditional Wyrmpoker.
[9:27 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): Kalenzo's eyes widened as the man drew the knife, it's mere appearance was quite offputting and caused the artist to shift his footing uncomfortably.
"Oh, well then, what's that you got there? If you don't mind me asking?" He inquired, his fake smile evolving into a smirk.
[9:29 PM] Kwakadoooooo: This was it. "Uu?" Sula slipped his finger into the thick ring at the end of the handle, twirling it absentmindedly. "I am not sure if I should give you that burden....No human can ever know about this treasure. The cost is death." He put up a slippery smile. "Perfect for the feast."(edited)
[9:37 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Mhmm, really now? How fascinating! Say, we should, perhaps discuss something like this in a more private setting eh?" He offered, patting the fellow on the back.
[9:39 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula slides the knife next to his ox-leather scroll. "Yes, yes! Would the woods south of here be Kwemo to you?"
[9:44 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Would be absolutely delightful." Kalenzo replied with a nod, withdrawing his hand from atop the Dwabi man's back before placing it on his hip alongside his other hand.
[9:47 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula leans further back into Shimi, then pushes himself from the ground up onto her stable. "Then sing with me, sir." Sula straightens himself and slides to the front of the saddle, recalling the water's vision. "Shimi-eeeee ~ Ka-le-ba-ba-e, Shimi-eeeee ~"
Sula extends an upward palm in Kalenzo's direction(edited)
[10:06 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Eheheh... I don't particularly sing..." Kalenzo answered to the man's beckoning, speaking awkwardly as he looked off to the side. He tensed slightly before smiling sheepishly at the man.
[10:09 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula shakes his head. "Then Shimi-e will kill you. Just...introduce yourself." He repeats the line once more.
[10:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Hmph, fine then..." The man responded, shaking his head as he loosened his shoulders, cleared his throat and recomposed himself in order to sing properly.(edited)
[10:13 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula begins a personal variation on the song, stroking the sides of Shimi's head.
"Shimi-eeeee ~ Sula-ba-ba-e, Shimi-eeeee ~"
[10:17 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Ah... Shimi-eeee... Kalen-za-ba-e... Shimi-eeeee..." He sung, trying to follow along Sula's voice with a look of embarassment plastering his face. No, no, no! This is too simple, where are the chords? Gods, this is too slow!(edited)
[10:20 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula's outstreched fingers curl in a couple times, beckoning, and he nods to the bowman. "Ba, Kalen-za."
[10:22 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): ...About time... Kalenzo thought, taking the Dwabi man's hand in order to join him on his pegasus. He let out a sigh as he got comfortable on the saddle.
[10:24 PM] Kwakadoooooo: ..But there was no time for comfort, as Shimi instantly bucked, hoping to throw the man back into the dusty road. As her hooves came back to meet the ground, Sula gave Shimi's right leg a good tap, calling her name triumphantly. She took off into a full gallop.
"Hold on, Kalen-za! Do not die!"
[10:26 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "UwohuwOAH!" Kalenzo exclaimed, holding onto the only other person on the saddle for dear life by wrapping his arms around the man's torso as the steed bucked and tried to throw him off.
[10:30 PM] Kwakadoooooo: "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Shimi-e let out a fell whinny as she veered from side to side, seeming to move out of the way of invisible arrows, heading straight towards the wall of a shack up ahead.(edited)
[10:39 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "gODS ABOVE!" Kalenzo howled, his eyes as wide as they could go as his rambunctious ride bucked from side to side.
[10:42 PM] Kwakadoooooo: But the pitch-black pegasus ditched the collision, veering away. Just as she started coming out of the turn, Shimi gave a great leap, flinging her wings out as she glided along the road. Sula glanced back, confirming Kalenzo's safety, and started to sing what must have been the same melody. But it was drowned out by the beating black wings.
[10:47 PM] Kwakadoooooo: "I have never tried this before!!!" Sula shouts back to him. "You are doing very--"
And Shimi turns straight upward, as the air itself seems to drag the riders back to the earth.
[10:48 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): He's singing?! At a time like this?! GRAB THE REIGNS, PULL IN YOUR PEGASUS! Kalenzo seemed to almost scream, however he was fairly preoccupied with the task at hand of holding on for dear life. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth as the duo started soaring into the slightly cloudy blue expanse above them.
[10:51 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Shimi's wings slid back towards her, as she started to spiral into a wild barrel roll. But Sula gave her a sharp "Na-!", and the pegasus complied, flattening her arc and letting her wings carry her through the air.
[10:55 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): As they started to glide, Kalenzo still had his arms wrapped tightly around Sula's colorfully clothed torso.
"Is it over now?" He asked, still holding on as if he could fall at any moment, his eyes still nailed shut.
[10:56 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula nods. "Thank you, Kalen-zo. You both were very brave, ha ha ha." He guides her southward, towards the vast woodlands of Freyzenwald.
[11:00 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): The man let out several shaky breaths as he began to finally relax and find himself comfortable on the saddle.
"I guess Shimi-e doesn't take too kindly to my presence." Kalenzo remarked, gulping as he stared at the drop from below. A bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face before he faced himself forward to try and not pass out.
[11:01 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula shook his head. "No, no. Anyone less would be dead by now. Shimi-e is...all right, with your presence. I wonder if you are exactly the kind of man I need, ha."
[11:03 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Eheh, eheh, eh... How lovely." Kalenzo sarcastically laughed at the rider's comment. "So, you said that I need only to give you the 'medicine' you need, correct?"
[11:05 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula nodded. "Yes, yes. It will be a quick visit, so Sula-o needs something that works fast enough. This is for the people of Khlin."(edited)
[11:14 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): Hmm, maybe he could use a heavy narcotic... Kalenzo wondered, deep in thought as he looked out to the horizon. "For the people of Khlin eh? I was never really fond of my home... Regardless! Do you mind answering who this 'Royal brat' is? I'd like to know who's dying thanks to my actions."
[11:20 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Shimi's trajectory starts to droop, little by little, as they approach the woods, and her lithe legs slow. "Someone who is getting too friendly with idiots of Intetsu. Far too young to understand what that kingdom is like, who only knows writings of ancient alliances, proper compliances." Sula twitches his left foot, feeling a punitive jolt coarse through his leg. "They will trade a country for friendship...in just a few days."(edited)
[11:30 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "...I see, I understand completely." He nodded, closing his sunken eyes as the pair began their descent. "Fools shouldn't inherit so much power, eh? Heh, I can't help but agree with you, I'll help you out... Give me a couple days, I don't want the guard catching me because of this plan's overzealousness. I try to leave business as I approach it, as if it were untouched."(edited)
[11:34 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula smiles as they draw closer to the trees. "Of course, of course. I could always fly you out to Galla-ran with me...but perhaps you have had enough of Shimi-e, ha ha ha. No, the blame for this will stay with Sula-u..."(edited)
[11:37 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Heheh... you could, but I'm afraid I have unfinished business in the land of Freyzenwald." Kalenzo snickered, smirking as the details of the trees became more and more apparent.
"...But regardless, thank you, that's quite the noble agreement you're making."(edited)
[11:42 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula shakes his head, keeping the rest of his body steady. "I am a man of my duty...and the Dragonslayer. Shimi veered past the trees, waiting a little too late at each one to keep Kalenzo alert. "When he pays for a dance, he expects the glory, ha ha ha." She sailed down towards a particular clearing, near an imposing rock. There was a large bag leaned up against it.(edited)
[11:47 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Hmmm..." Kalenzo smirked Dragonslayer, eh? Sounds like quite the politically-enticed individual. I wonder...
"Sounds like a strong-willed and cunning man... Certainly seems important, I'd say."(edited)
[11:51 PM] Kwakadoooooo: Sula smirks. The pegasus descends to the rock, but her rider pulls up quickly on the reins, and she holds herself above the ground for several moments, flapping furiously. It is something like being at the center of a small windstorm. "He is...something like his tools. None of us may truly know them, and still live." Sula gives her a pat, and her wings loosen as she drops to the ground....bucking one more time.(edited)
[11:56 PM] ColdToiletSeat (ΦωΦ): "Hmph, how interesting" He spoke as the pegasus dropped, bucking one last time. The bowman let out another sigh before finally regarding the elephant in the room.
"So, what's in that bag?"
[11:42 PM] Kwakado: Sula shakes his head, keeping the rest of his body steady. "I am a man of my duty...and the Dragonslayer. Shimi veered past the trees, waiting a little too late at each one to keep Kalenzo alert. "When he pays for a dance, he expects the glory, ha ha ha." She sailed down towards a particular clearing, near an imposing rock. There was a large bag leaned up against it.(edited)
[11:47 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmmm..." Kalenzo smirked Dragonslayer, eh? Sounds like quite the politically-enticed individual. I wonder...
"Sounds like a strong-willed and cunning man... Certainly seems important, I'd say."(edited)
[11:51 PM] Kwakado: Sula smirks. The pegasus descends to the rock, but her rider pulls up quickly on the reins, and she holds herself above the ground for several moments, flapping furiously. It is something like being at the center of a small windstorm. "He is...something like his tools. None of us may truly know them, and still live." Sula gives her a pat, and her wings loosen as she drops to the ground....bucking one more time.(edited)
[11:56 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmph, how interesting" He spoke as the pegasus dropped, bucking one last time. The bowman let out another sigh before finally regarding the elephant in the room.
"So, what's in that bag?"
[11:58 PM] Kwakado: Sula gave Kalenzo's arms a pat. Like his mount, he much preferred the previous passenger, but...
"...It is a gift, from Sula-o. From Dragonslayer."
[12:02 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh, a gift? For little-old me? You shouldn't have." Kalenzo replied, jokingly pretending to be a blushing maiden, mannerisms and all. The man cleared his throat before returning to his usual collected demeanor as he began to dismount.
[12:06 AM] Kwakado: Sula waited for Kalenzo to get a safe distance from Shimi before he spoke. "Even if I...survive this, I will not have time to pay for your K--Kindness, sir." He gritted his teeth, retrieving the forboding knife from the strap at his side. "I wonder if this will be easier to...deliver, to Sula-o, when it is..time?"(edited)
[12:46 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Well then, have I struck a nerve? Does a certain someone not like me? Goodness, I feel quite offended... Kalenzo thought, sarcasm drifting through his thoughts as he walked towards the goody-bag. I wonder what this has in store for me... Who knows? It might be trapped for all I know...
[8:04 PM] Kwakado: Sula...couldn't stop trembling. It took all his concentration to keep ahold of the weapon. The bag, tied with some kind of stiff reed not native to this country, was filled with hundreds of gold coins.(edited)
[8:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Ohohoho... Well then, Mr. Dragonslayer seems to be fairly well off, I see." Kalenzo remarked, his eyes widening in surprise as he examined the bag of gold.
[8:17 PM] Kwakado: "Yes....he..." Sula was running short of breath. Was he truly going to go this far, throwing away his honor for his duty? "...he likes...to bless...those who serve him." Sula hummed, but it was a wavering tone. He looked like he was going to be sick.(edited)
[8:59 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The bowman shrugged, tightening the reed that would hold the bag shut before throwing it over his shoulder, his knees bending slightly as he slowly adjusted to the sudden increase in weight. He turned back around to see the Dwabi atop his steed before smiling at him.
[9:51 PM] Kwakado: Sula responded only with a terrified gape, watching Kalenzo from across the knife's black blade. Try as he might, his mouth refused to let out another smile. It was like the trees themselves were peering into his thoughts.(edited)
[9:52 PM] Kwakado: ".....wait, Kalen-za!!"
[9:55 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmm?" Kalenzo wondered, raising an eyebrow at his new partner in crime. "Is there something happening? What's wrong, good sir?"
[9:55 PM] Kwakado: "....."
[9:59 PM] Kwakado: Trembling, he brought his hand across to his side....and sheathed the knife. "....I won't do it. I won't use Nanyo....on a child...."
The delerious Dwabi screams at the person in front of him, with the same rebuke he spoke over a decade ago.
"Sula-e is a Dwabi...and a human! I will never leave that behind! just go!"(edited)
[10:04 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Are, uh, you alright there?" Kalenzo further inquired, tilting his head as he now hesitated in his approach. Gods, THIS is why I'm a solo act...
[10:06 PM] Kwakado: Sula blinked, focusing on the traveler before him now. "...Keep the money. Just...forget this ever happened." He looked up into the leaf-cloaked sky.
[10:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmph, alright." He nodded solemnly, smirking from behind his somber guise. *Wow, a bottle of Sake and now a bag of gold... How lovely!
"...So, I'm guessing you need some time to yourself. I'll head back to the capital, then."
[10:11 PM] Kwakado: "..Kwemo, Kalen-za. And may you use it better than I have."(edited)
[10:16 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "...I bid you farewell then, Sula." Kalenzo waved, turning around directly afterwards and putting on a deadpan expression. Tch... bringing me all the way out here just to leave me with a bag of gold and a pat on the back. What a complete waste of time...(edited)
[10:21 PM] Kwakado: Sula clapped his hands together and took the reins, looking away in shame. "Ba! Ba!" And the pegasus took flight, darting back and forth between the trees.(edited)
[10:32 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Tch, got my hopes up..." He muttered, finally making his way back to the capital. So long as he doesn't get robbed by anybody like that heeled-demon, he should be fine. In a small fit of anger, the artist kicked some of the dirt on his path before spitting on it. The disgruntled bowman sighed afterwards, rolling the shoulder that held the bag of money.
Another duet, another disappointment... He thought, walking along the path before he had come to the paranoid realization that someone or something was following him.
[10:33 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "...Who's there?!" Kalenzo questioned, dropping the bag before pulling out his knife and pointing it in different directions around him.
[10:35 PM] ColdToiletSeat: In an almost prompt response, he had heard an indiscernible whisper in his ear.
[10:40 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The virtuoso immediately whipped around, pointing his indigo blade in front of him as his sunken eyes darted back and forth across the landscape, trying to find something that would help ease his palpitating heart.
[10:42 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The voice continued to whisper, this time it was finally audible.
"...It's been a while, Kalenzo..."
[10:43 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The man's heart sank as he recognized the voice, the same voice of the sniper who had made him who he was... and the first man that he had ever killed.
[10:48 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "No! NO! This... this can't be! You're dead, you old bastard!" He shouted, his pointed knife starting to tremble as more and more repressed memories of his teacher had come back to him. The blood, the completed work... and the smile on Einar's face when he had died. It all had come back, all of it.
[10:51 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The artist fell to his knees, clutching the sides of his head as he shook it violently, trying to deny his thoughts. He sat there for a while before the whisper had returned to him, finally coming from a discernible source... The knife beside his head.(edited)
[11:00 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Ei-Einar?" Kalenzo asked, his eyes wide as he now held the knife by the blade, closely examining all of its details. "Is... that you?" He slowly asked, his breathing shallow as he anticipated an answer.
"...Yes, my son." The dirk had finally answered, staying completely still in it's owner's hands. After it had responded, Kalenzo began to weep, a dumb-founded look still plastering his face.
"Oh Einar, it had been so long..." The bowman responded, bringing the knife close to him as he broke down.
[11:05 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "...I require blood, my son." The knife added, whispering instructions to it's owner.
"W-what?!" He stuttered, looking wide-eyed at the knife.
"Yes, I need blood, you don't wish to see me go once more, do you?"
[11:13 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "No! Of course I don't! Gods above, I couldn't stand to lose you once more!" He replied, shouting at the knife that had still remained unmoving in his grasp.
"You know what to do, my boy..."
[11:27 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo gulped, a bead of sweat crawling it's way down his face before he had nodded diligently. With trembling hands, the man rolled up his sleeve, bringing the knife close to his turned arm. The artist took a long, shaky breath before finally letting the tip of the blade start carving into his flesh. His face was nothing but a strained smile as he had known he was satisfying the needs of his master. After making enough of a cut, he had begun soaking the blade in the crimson warmth that had spilt forth.
"Here you are..." Kalenzo smiled sickly, imagining how happy his teacher's spirit must be thanks to his devotion.
[11:34 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I'm glad to please you like this, master..." He whispered, placing the stained blade back into it's sheathe before rolling down his sleeve and getting up, hefting the money bag back over his shoulder using his uninjured arm.
[11:36 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The artist continued back down his original path, back to the capital and find some more volunteers for his teacher's growing lust for blood.
[11:39 PM] ColdToiletSeat: ...Only to pass out half-way there due to the unstopped blood loss.
[11:39 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
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