[9:50 AM] Kwakasuro: An oversized, dark-green tent stands in the middle of one of Yuki Jyorou's many plazas, with a mysterious-looking dark cloth draped over the top. A sizeable line of people extends from its entrance, which is marked only with a single Khlinese symbol:
染.
Rumor had it that it represented enlightenment, or wisdom, or something, and the people coming out had been speaking of interesting fortunes from an interesting man....(edited)
[10:08 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Alright... I think this should be enough for today's dinner."
Returning from the market, with a bag full of food, Mund starts to head to his room. Without much of interesting going on, something picks his eye: an odd tent, huge and green toned was in the middle of a plaza, with some respectable number of people in front of it. Despite having no wish in visiting it, he heard a familiar voice coming from it.
"That's... Sula's voice. What the hell is he doing?"
Now curious, Mund swiftly breaks through the line of people and enters the tent, despite the complains of the waiting people
[10:08 AM] Kwakasuro: "H-hey, wait--"
The Freyzenese guard standing outside the tent tries to stop the outlaw, but gives up soon after.
Eh, he's one of ours, right. Saved my kids. I'll just listen for any yelling.
Orleans looks back to the rest of the line, pointing to the entrance Mund just charged into.
"Hey, uh, remember guys, don't do that."
Can't believe the higher-ups asked me to babysit this guy. Something about coughing up magma...Eh, something's fishy about this anyway. I'd better stick around.(edited)
[10:16 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hey! What the hell?!" A single woman exclaimed from an area towards the front of the line. Seeing that the Freyzenese guard simply let the man pass, and have the nerve to simply wave it off was quite insulting. With a frown on her face, the woman adjust her eyepatch before contemplating walking up to the guard and giving him a piece of her mind and quite possibly a punch or two.
Gods, I hate it when guards are unable to do their job properly... Natanya thought, crossing her arms before tapping her foot impatiently. I should teach him a thing or two about stopping people, but I don't want to lose my spot in line... Damn it...
[10:19 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Cursing under her breath, she stayed in line, albeit this time with a pout and puffed cheeks.
[10:23 AM] Kwakasuro: Recognizing the smith, Orleans walks briskly over to her. "Something wrong?"(edited)
[10:26 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Yeah. Somebody cut the line! The hell was that?" She berated, frowning at the man as he approached.(edited)
[10:32 AM] Kwakasuro: "I, uh..." Orleans came a little closer than he would with any other angry, edgy-looking woman. "You're the girl who fixed my shield, right?" Orleans held it up to help jog her memory.
[10:53 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Yes. I did." Natanya responded fairly matter-o-factly. With her arms still crossed, she looked around the shield and narrowed her eye on him.
"Don't avoid my question."
[10:55 AM] Kwakasuro: Orleans gave a sheepish, yet somehow indifferent, look. "Look, I'm, uh - I'm just doing this to pass the time, alright? That guy in there, he's one of ours. And the fortune-teller."(edited)
[11:07 AM] Storm: Conri is w8ing in line.
[11:12 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Sure they are." She commented, the sarcasm in her voice palpable.
"And I fought a demon king."
[11:13 AM] Kwakasuro: "I'm serious. They, uh....did rescue raids." Orleans took the "demon king" comment as a bit of an insult, but wasn't exactly surprised.
[11:35 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "I- Tch. Fine..." Natanya tried to protest, only to realize that the cloak that had cut her in line was a familiar one. She shook her head before unfolding her arms and placing them on her hips as her expression softened.
"Alright... I'll take your word for it."
[11:40 AM] Kwakasuro: Orleans looks the line over, seeing another patron enter the tent. "At least you're almost up to the front...You into this kinda thing?"
[11:53 AM] Storm: As the line started to thin out, Conri adjusted the hood covering his entire head, hiding the wolfskin's ears. He didn't quite believe in this fortune telling nonsense but he figured what the hell, might as well kill some time while in this shithole of a country. When it was his turn he quietly ducked into the tent, hood remaing up, tail tucked into his pants and shirt.
[1:31 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: Certain Pink haired Dragon is waiting in the line, Hooded, Most wouldn't recognize her if it wasn't by her pink hair, which escped from the hood, another reason to get a haircut....oh, you want an actual reason to why she is here....well, some of the khlin were asking her all kind of questions and...honestly it was getting really annoying, thank god she has this cape for this kind of situations!(edited)
[2:11 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Well, I mean... kinda?" Natanya answered, her tone completely different from before. This time, it was less angry and more... unsure. She scratched the back of her neck and looked off uneasily.
"I mean, it never really hurt anybody to hear what your future may seem like."
[11:42 PM] Kwakasuro: "I dunno...this guy...you know, he's a Dwabi." Orleans shrugs. "They'll do anything for a quick buck." Looking over his shoulder, he finds that there's nobody else ahead of her.
Now that's quick, alright...(edited)
[12:00 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "You never know, there may be some truth to it." Natanya shrugged, raising her eyebrows at the man. Following his sight over the man's shoulder, she takes note of the nonexistent line before her.
"Well this was nice, but I believe it's finally my turn. It was nice talking with you, Mister...?"(edited)
[12:03 AM] Kwakasuro: "Yeah. Good luck."
Orleans has already moved on to check the rest of the line for familiar faces, not seeing any at the moment. He was surprised that a random tent with gibberish written on it was attracting such a crowd...were people bored, or just scared?(edited)
[12:18 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh... thanks..." Natanya answered, her voice despondent at Orleans' apathy. She shook her head before pursing her lips and adjusting her eyepatch before walking up and pushing past the entrance flap of the tent.
Don't dwell on it, Natanya... Just hear what the man will say...
[10:16 AM] Kwakasuro: ===END RP===
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