Orario City (The Labyrinth City), Trade Quarters --- Noon, Present Time Every passerby's eyes were drawn to a strange, but not uncommon scene. Standing on the side of the road with downcast eyes were Arthur. Although one would normally come to the city with dazzling eyes, especially if said person lived in the country side all their life, this was not the case with Arthur. The reason why he was attracting so much attention was because he was nearly naked and only equipped with his blue striped briefs. One could see his toned body that was forged through the hard labor of the farm and, because of this the reason why he was nearly naked was even more obvious. He had been mugged!! Orario City (The Labyrinth City), Slums --- Morning, A Few Hours Earlier The deserted, run down buildings made Arthur frown. Some new buildings could be seen occasionally, yet the slums destroyed Arthur's idea of a bustling city where everyone was happy and looking for adventure. People who were wearing what could only be considered 'rags' greedily eyeballed the obvious newcomer to Orario City. These people were all sitting on various spots in the slums, remaining as motionless as they could to not waste the precious energy they had. All Arthur could feel was pity for these people who had sunken cheeks and eyes that had the light diminished from them. "I'm sorry," Arthur's thoughts unwillingly slipped past his lips. He knew that he couldn't help everybody here yet his strong morals and reason was fighting against one another. Eventually his reasoning and morals made a comprise. He would help these people whenever he made a name for himself. He couldn't completely enjoy his life here once he knew his family and these unfortunate souls were taken care of. Several minutes past by and...Arthur was lost. Every ruined buildings looked the same from the last and no matter how many alleyways he took he could never see any people other than those who he saw before. When he tried to ask for directions the man lashed out at him with eyes full of greed and hatred. He hadn't spoken to another person since. With another corner turned Arthur came face to face with something unexpected, a frail looking child. "Hey mister," the words spoken from the child were soft and untouched by any malice or ill intentions. She was wearing the same rags as everyone else and her pink short hair was matted in mud. Her face was feminine yet it lack the distinct chubbiness of a child's due to the lack of nourishment. Seeing the small child approach him, Arthur's attitude skyrocketed as a bright, boyish smile overtook his features. "Hey little one. You need anythin'?" His accent was obvious and one could immediately tell that he was not from around Orario City. The tension stepped out from his body as he went on his knee to meet the girl eye to eye. Her facial features were at first shocked, then guilty, and finally enthusiastic. The range of different emotions displaying on her face in such a short amount of time shocked Arthur a little. "Can you please not hate me mister?" Arthur did not get a chance to respond to the little girl as a 'thud' echoed throughout the dirty alleyway. Darkness then overcame Arthur's senses and before he realized it, he was knocked out cold. When he awakened he had nothing expect for his briefs. Orario City (The Labyrinth City), Trade Quarters --- Noon, Present Time A sigh escaped past Arthur's lips as he remembered his situation. How was he supposed to become an Adventurer with no equipment? He had no gold for new equipment nor any gold for a place to stay. He only came here to recollect his thoughts yet, the more he thought about his situation the more depressed he became. Tags: @Mikala Archer
The sound of a yawn resounded across the dreary alleyway, only having a lone hand partially concealing the exhale of air. Then suddenly the sound of a loud sneeze, as the child-like figure snuggled herself in a long cloak over her standard clothing she worn in order to protect her from the cold breeze. It wasn’t quite a fruitful day for her, having prior overexerted her mass of mind in the morning for the sake of attempting to prove a point. Something that was a trivial agreement between παι and herself, though with her current moment of fatigue she couldn’t quite recall what brought it up nor what was it about. Perhaps it was best to ask her earthen twin about it next time that she happened to summon her. For now however, she thought it was a best choice to simply get out of the house and make her way to procure her favourite refreshment to brighten up her mood. Sadly to avoid the problem of being with a crowd she took to the usual plan of sticking to a route full of alleyways and routes where people rarely move around. How beneficial it was that she has lived here for a couple of years, making her knowledge of paths just as well as her knowledge with her magic. It took only a handful of minutes before she would’ve left the path of another alleyway, leading to a main pathway which was just where her destination was. Thoughts flickered into her mind, moments of blissful happiness, boredom and even depression as she passed by the handful amount of people that stood between her and her delights. The infection of their emotions were truly bothersome, feeling like a complete headache to her causing a cringe to appear upon her face soon enough. Yet most of the feelings change into something of amusement and pity, something oddly new that even caused Mikala to stop in her tracks to turn a head to where the crowd happened to be facing. And with that the cause would come to present itself, a lone male with blonde hair whom happened to be fully rid of his clothes apart from simple boxers. Naturally in this moment the first impression would appear in her head happening to be, ‘Weirdo’. But, naturally that changed as staring to his direction allowed her to feel the contrasting feelings of depression, sadness and perhaps some embarrassment emitting from him causing her to question if this was just a simple pervert parading in his underwear or a person whom was in need. A second cringe, the fact that she was still tired along with in the midst of multiple infectious feelings wasn’t something enjoyable, it would be only hopeful wishes if this only resulted in a simple headache. Yet instead of choosing the easy solution to move away, the woman couldn’t stop herself from moving her way towards the central point of attention, eyes directly focused on the blonde with a look of mixed feelings thanks to the crowd but namely sharing his depressed look the more she got closer to his vicinity. And then her arm reached out, with cloak in hand in order to hand the fabric to the semi-nude soul. It may have been a bit short but at the very least would be capable of hiding his upper torso and barely his lower. “Here. I think… you may need this more than I do.” Mikala spoke whilst attempting to feign a smile, sniffling soon after. @arthur oakley // words: 588 // "she's got a cold and a headache, my poor bby."
Orario City (The Labyrinth City), Trade Quarters --- Noon, Present Time “Here. I think… you may need this more than I do.” The tiny voice broke Arthur out of his trance of embarrassment and depression. It took a moment for Arthur to notice what exactly the child was giving him, a cloak to shield him from the cold breeze and eyes of the crowd. Arthur could only laugh at himself a little, having to accept a cloak from a child who felt pity for the nearly naked man. Didn't this mean that this small girl was even more humane than all those who only looked at him with disdain. Although Arthur still felt guilty about taking the cloak, his mood did significantly improve as evident by the boyish smile that was plastered on his face. "Thank you." Arthur said as he put on the brown haired child's cloak. His accent was an obvious indication that he had not been long in the city or much elsewhere. After putting on the small cloak Arthur realized that it only made him stand out more! The cloak did managed to cover his bare torso, yet his briefs were still visible. A sigh managed to leak past Arthur's lips as he thought he looked even more pathetic than before. His eyes settled over the child who gave him the cloak and he immediately dispelled those thoughts. One must never take another's good will for granted. "Say, where are your parents? Even though you helped me, a child shouldn't be runnin' around such a dangerous city." Arthur said with a stern gaze that was unexpected of somebody who just suffered such a humiliating experience. Arthur was kneeling down so he was at eye level with the young, brown haired girl. Even though the child was...a child she carried an aura of maturity that was unexpected someone her age. A sudden thought crossed Arthur's mind as he realized that this child could be an orphan. Her sympathy towards Arthur could have been because she was in a similar situation herself. Her maturity could also be from not having any parents to rely on. As this assumption had started to solidify in Arthur's mind his gaze was now full of sympathy and understanding. In the perspective of the young girl after Arthur had said his concerns, his stern gaze turned into a shocked expression and it finally stopped at a sympathetic, concerned gaze. "Don't worry, since I'm here I'll protect you with all I got!" Before a response could even escape past the girl's lips, Arthur suddenly shot up to a stand. The same boyish smile that he regularly shown was plastered on his face. His rough hands gently patted the thin shoulder's of the child in an attempt to reassure her. At the very least he would escort the young girl to her residence. @Mikala Archer // Words: 468 // "I'm sorry he jumps to conclusions..."
It was something that she had quite grown used to, feeling someone mood change based upon the actions that occur to them. At the initial time that she had first experienced such a feeling, it felt like something a bit devious, easily sleuthing out one’s true intentions without any effort from her part. His appreciation for her act became her own, as his mood lit for a moment, it did the same for hers causing her falsified smile to lack its fake touch for an instant. But that soon dispersed when he came to realisation that he still bore a strange look out of the fact that her cloak didn’t quite conceal the problem at hand, perhaps in a normal situation she wouldn’t let out a little giggle, but with all of the people around bearing mocking attitudes at the man’s unfortunate conditions compared to his own, it was more pitiful than anything. A brunette brow rose in reaction to the man’s words, exchanging a brief moment of confusion which was soon replaced by understanding look. It was common for her to be referred or seen as a child, considering she bore an uncanny resemblance to a young human. She didn’t find any offence in what he said, in comparison to those who use works to mock her size or race she didn’t detect any feelings of disgust, so it was just a mere simple misunderstanding. “I –.” Her mouth opened, speaking however halted mid-way. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to explain this to the stranger, in actually it was quite apparent that he wasn’t from around here. It was obvious from the way he looked lost as he walked around along with his heavy foreign accent, not that it’s a rare thing for there to be people whom spoke in a different dialect. Even she herself did happen to have southern Altena tone to her voice. As she could feel his misunderstanding of the scenario growing with his feelings of sympathy radiating from him, along with his strange choice of words, the child-figure thought it was best to simply just go with the flow. It was for the best, with every moment that she stood around him more people came and thus her heart was bouncing around as if it were going to snap on her. An outstretched hand reached to gently grasp his own, the woman would temporary choose to play the role as a lone child. Mikala would then begin tugging him towards the direction from whence she came from, aiming to lead him to the shortest route leading to her house. She had to get him something less indecent to wear after all. Just as if it happened to be by coincidence she would let out a pesky sneeze once more, perhaps the breeze was getting to her. “Reliable. And you look strong too. Maybe you can guide me home then, it’s not that far. I’ve got a cold and a migraine so it’s a little hard to move around on my own.” It wasn’t as if she lying, she did bear a bit of a sickly look on the account of the problematic skill that she has been cursed with. Furrowing her brows, she continued, “And then I can make us both a cup of tea. You might get a cold too if you stay out here too long like that.” A short pause commenced, adding on the word to the line after “-mister.” @arthur oakley // words: 580 // "a child tugging a half-naked man around, what kind of world we live in?"
ORARIO CITY (THE LABYRINTH CITY), TRADE QUARTERS --- NOON, PRESENT TIME While being escorted by the sick child, Arthur's eyes were wide in shock. Why would a sick child be out wondering the streets and even give her cloak to a stranger. This child was even more reckless than him! His concern towards the child leading him by the hand was almost enough to ignore the stares from everyone around him. The key word was almost. What everyone saw was an adult clothed in only a large rag that barely covered his chest being guided by a small child. "Hey, shouldn't we call the town guard? That pervert is going to do something with that kid." "Why is he only wearing those rags? Maybe that girl really is in danger. Hey, somebody go get the town guards." Various concerns were voiced out towards the odd duo and the ever increasing embarrassment Arthur felt only continued to grow. Today was steadily getting worse for Arthur. First, he was mugged by a little girl. Second, he was the laughing stock of the town. Now, he is seen as a pervert. His gaze unconsciously moved to that of the sick small child that was leading him by the hand. For every bad thing that happened, there was always something positive that happened. Perhaps meeting this small child was a blessing in disguise. If he had not got conned he would have never met her. After all the bad things that happened there was only upwards to go~. "Halt scoundrel in the name of Orario City!" Shouted an energized middle-aged man. The wrinkles on the man's face was a clear indication of his wisdom and age. His physique was tall and broad, standing at a staggering 6'4". He was wearing full plate armor and held a spear in his right hand. A crowd gather around the guard which also meant they were blocking Arthur and the child's way. Although the man commanded for a criminal to stop, Arthur did not see a suspicious looking person in sight, unless.... "Eh? You mean me?" Arthur's easy-going voice sliced through the tense air as if it was better. His voice seemed to be free of concern which was unknowingly due to his lack of understanding in such a situation. "Of course, you are the most suspicious looking person in this market!" The guard replied so matter-of-factly it almost wanted to make Arthur cry. Even walking through the market took all the self-esteem Arthur had, this scene was putting his self-esteem in the negatives! "Wait, you have it all wrong! I'm just escortin' her to her house!" The words flowed through Arthur's mouth as if it was natural, but it only took a split second for him to realize that he had chosen the wrong words. "You unhand her this instance or I shall remove it for you! Young lady, please come with me after this criminal releases you." The guard's eyes were narrowed at Arthur's body and his figure seemed to be radiating hatred. While the guard was waiting for the child not even five feet away, Arthur was looking at her with pleading eyes. He knew that his whole life in the city hinged on this moment. Not even a day into the city and he was already facing criminal charges! Orario City is a scary place. @Mikala Archer // Words: 550 // "T-they don't even know each other's names....it's jail time for Arthur." Extra Notes (Guard): James Reinhard enlisted into the city guard at the young age of eighteen and it has been twenty years since then. He is overprotective towards the children of the city due to having a young daughter. He may seem like a stern grumpy cat, but he has a kind and understanding heart. Extra, Extra Roleplaying Notes: Yeahhh, I was thinking about this over my dinner and was like 'hell yeah, let's do it'. But if you don't like it let me know and I'll work on a new post right away~. Sorta wanted to leave you the house scene since you know...you'll have to be describing the interior. Anyway, feel free to go nuts with this scene and add anything in.
In hindsight it was likely a situation that could’ve been well evaded had she not overlooked the fact that she appears to be a child to most, which the scene looked like a semi-dressed male was luring a child away. She knew that this wasn’t the case but that didn’t stop people from assuming before asking questions. Thus the commotion that the woman was trying to get away from increased and to make matters worse the emotions the crowd was exhibiting were disgust, worry and anger. All of these are feelings from the lower spectrum that she completely despised feeling. It was almost like a black taint seeping into her, forcibly pushing its way into her heart. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was lacking in mind and was also sick she may have lashed out. “Nngh.” The lass groaned, a hand resting on her forehead while her grip tightened around Arthur’s alike a lock. When she was capable of taking a glance in front of her all she saw was a roadblock, a man stopping them from heading back. Why must I be surrounded by idiots. The thought rung in her mind, not truly her own, as her mind was already being warped by the feelings of those around. But it wasn't as if she didn't believe that it wasn't true. Perhaps there was a tinge of regret that she allowed herself to be pulled into this mess, no maybe she even hated herself for even pulling this man into a mess caused by her even though she only wanted to help. With trying to keep best intentions in mind, while having almost small knowledge of what was currently going on as that’s how detached she was currently from reality, her mouth would open in an attempt to speak. “He’s… not a criminal. I am just trying to get him clothes. I-“ A few sneezes almost causes the lass to topple over from her current spot, yet still managing to stand, looking more sickly that she had prior been if one had been watching her. “I’m just a… pallu… trying t.. help.” Mikala’s words grew even fainter as her sight begun to blur. Words begun to slur, while the echoing of hateful words kept replaying in her mind alike a tape recorder, on and on until all went black. And with that the maiden would come to gently fall to the ground, still conscious but clearly coming down with something of a serious fever. Perhaps she really did need the cloak more after all. @arthur oakley // words: 422 // "around the short side but i didn't want to drag it out. don't worry she's got id on her! i-i'm sure this will eventually turn around."
ORARIO CITY (THE LABYRINTH CITY), TRADE QUARTERS --- NOON, PRESENT TIME “I’m just a… pallu… trying t.. help.” The words out of the child's mouth were so faint that nobody but Arthur caught wind of them. Her strength seemed to be depleting from the child as evident by her tight grip starting to lose its strength. Pallu? Was that something you could eat? Nonetheless, the situation was worsening as evident by the soul piercing gaze of the guard. The crowd was only adding fuel to the fire. "That poor girl, is she sick?" "That bastard, he was planning on doing the moinky-moinky with a sick child!" Wait, what was the moinky-moinky? "No, that bastard drugged the child! No wonder she couldn't do anything but led him towards her house!" From the rallying cry of the crowd, it seemed as if they decided to support that outrageous claim. "Wait I-" Before another statement for his own defense could slip out, he felt as if he was hit by a train. His inside felt as if they were compressed a thousand times and along with that indescribable sensation he fainted. First, he was knocked out by that small child and now he was being framed for a crime he didn't have any intention on committing! ORARIO CITY (THE LABYRINTH CITY), OLD CITY --- EVENING, PRESENT TIME (A DAY AFTERWARDS) The fine tune of the harmonica filled the otherwise quiet prison. After several seconds of the harmonica preforming a solo lead, various other instruments joined in. Their harmony was horrible at best and even the dogs sang with their performance. A minute after their performance the eyes of the rough, brutish inmates stared at one person. "That was great work guys, tomorrow we'll have those guards worshippin' us." Arthur said with his same iconic boyish smile. The main lead harmonica player was no other than Arthur Oakley, the third oldest out of the Oakley family. The intimidating inmates too gave a silent smile at their new comrade, 'Little Lightbulb'. Although he had came to the prison yesterday, his easy-going attitude and sociable nature easily got him acquainted with the prisoners. Upon hearing his story they became quite sympathetic towards him. They knew that it was the 'charm of the Pallum' that had gotten Arthur locked up. It was difficult for a man to enjoy an evening out with a Pallum without getting stopped once or twice. "Aye, that was a good session. Those dam guards don't know what good music'll be even if it hit 'em upside the head." A bearded man said spitefully towards the bars that kept them entrapped in this box. This prison was where they kept more low-leveled criminals like thieves and those who awaited to be taken to court. The city didn't care to maintain the jail which is why all the prisoners were gathered in one room so they only needed to enter the ruined personal cells at night. Not to mention this made watching the prisoners easier, despite this the guards on duty slacked off at their job and went off drinking. "Alright guys, since the guards hasn't come back from their trip let's keep practicin'." Towards Arthur's idea there were various shouts of agreement. Singing and preforming were often pastimes that the guards couldn't tolerate but were things that the prisoners cherished. @Shian Amai // Words: 532 // "Arthur is now a Jail Bird.....but it's time for a Jail Break!Btw, sorry for the late reply x.x"
A day prior. . . The trade district was in what one could say was an uproar, there wasn’t quite a lot of interesting things going on around these areas apart from the sight of famous adventurers and gods so it was quite easy for people to flock around an area as if they don’t have something to do. It was either a case of fortune or bad fortune that this happened to lull an impish girl to the very spot happening to witness a sight of a man being arrested. Her sight captured the moment that he was being led away by a child before suddenly catching the eye of a police and being arrested, peculiar to say the least. She didn’t quite see what he did that was wrong, there wasn’t a sight of an epic duel nor did they allow him a chance to explain himself. To her, the male just seemed like a pitiful guy whom was unjustly arrested. That led to an idea in her mind, something a bit more on the devious scale of things. It was likely a really bad decision, yet at the same time it was exactly that which caused her to want to do it more. There was going to be consequences if she was caught, but she was certain that she wouldn’t get caught. No one was a match for a genius like her and a soon to be mastermind of escape. A whimsical yet devious chuckle would feel the air, as the teen would hop away, possibly working on her ploy in her mind. Present. . . It was almost too easy; most of the guards had been away, most likely slacking on the job. She couldn’t blame them, there normally wasn’t that much trouble that happened in the town and no one dared walk into the outskirts where things were lawless. Shian smiled as she walked down the hallway, a chain with keys spinning around a finger without a care in the world. Perhaps dungeon delving wasn’t the thing for her; she certainly had a knack when it came to breaking into places. She even did it once when she was drunk for the first time. Snickering to her, remembering her past habits, the teen stopped in her tracks upon hearing the sound of voices singing quite terribly. But she certainly wasn’t one to spoil the fun, humming herself whilst skipping her way jovially to the origins. “Aha! People.” She’d comment, peeking into the jail cells, happily approaching closer. Naturally the sight of someone who was not a guard walking through these walls would surprise anyone, as there were strange looks given to her. Not caring nor even flinching in the presence of the criminals before her, her eyes scouted the scene before smiling as she met her target. “Gotcha.” Without a moment’s notice the girl would make her way to the jail cell, filling with the multitudes of keys and beginning to try to open the doors. “Worry not fellow troublemakers, I’m here to be the god you deserve and free you all.” she hummed, while the other would either open their eyes in wide shock wondering if this was meant to be a joke. But the opening of the door soon confirmed otherwise as most of the masses would soon rush out. “Don’t forget to free the others and make a LOT of noise.” Her attention soon turned elsewhere, looking towards the blonde male and dashing to meet his hand. “And as for you, you’re coming with me. No questions asked, but I’m here to save you from your unjust capture, nehehe.” The cyan haired lass spoke, brandishing a cheerful smile his way.601
