Megathread rules (this is considered a megathread): There is no posting order You are not required to stay, come and leave as you please If you want to address specific people, tag them with @name Pay attention to DM posts! This is a semi-serious thread, some story development is to be expected, but you are not required to stay serious 100% of the time. The Makeshift CampNighttime It had been an incredibly busy day, with the expedition pushing settlers through multiple floors of monsters until they arrive at the marvel that is floor eight. Strangely enough, the massive soul stone that acted as the artificial sun began dimming around the late evening, radiating an orange light reminiscent of the sunset above ground astonishing the group of geologists sponsored by the Guild, who tagged alongside the craftsman on the expedition. As soon as their group broke camp, they began to bury themselves in their journal, detailing everything they could. Vital information aside, it was something no mortal had ever seen before, though, there is a certain expectation for the strange as one descend further down the dungeon. Although the expedition leader wanted to have the builders start erecting walls to keep monsters at bay, the various complications that came up during the day waylaid them. As a result, by the time they arrived at the camp site, it was already dark. With safety in mind, the camp was positioned tightly. The Orarian Swords provided security for the camp, setting up an efficient night watch schedule that would keep the camp site safe through the entire night. In particular, the patrol deferred to @Kessler Cole and @Cecilia Brant. Although they took up requests unrelated to their career in the military, the group’s hierarchy was expected to be maintained the entire time. The presence of military personnel stirred unrest, however, as they signify that there is potential for danger involving monsters. Despite the peaceful atmosphere that permeated the earthly cave, monsters were spotted coming out of the wall and the ground like the floors above; it would seem that aside from its appearance, there is nothing different about this floor as the others. It also means that there is a dangerous guardian lurking about the forest. Among the various groups of people was a young man sporting golden hair relaxing in front of the cackling fire pit. It seemed that he too had taken the request of someone with a deep pocket considering his smug face. “Oho, how dare you look at me with such eyes, mongrel?” Atticus taunted the skewered frog as he held its slimy body over the fire, making it doesn’t burn. “I will teach you the proper way to be fried.”
@Jayden Heartly Marzipan couldn't help but marvel at the fake sunset as night began to approach for the whole community that was starting to spring up from the ground. It had been a long day, with fighting the Red Wolf and whatnot. When she came back to the clearing she left her partner in, she found the wolf dead and Jayden lying on the ground. She hastily carried him over where camp was going to be set so he could get his wounds treated. She sighed as she stared at the fire, trying not to give the person roasting a frog an odd look. Today had been a fulfilling day, with the death of the Red Wolf, though it left her partner injured. As she scooted closer to the fire, she looked back to see if the Chienthrope was doing alright now. Making a noise of discontent at just looking, she got up and walked over to him. "Hey Jayden, you holding up okay?" she asked, brows furrowed in worry.
As night was falling in this strange faux outdoors. Cecilia found herself and someone she remembered well, Kessler, to be assigned the same mission. To protect the camp from whatever respawning monsters might still be lurking. The word of the floor guardian also meant that the true battle today may not have even happened yet. Indeed Cecilia felt that the Gnoll was not a proper guard dog for thsi place. There must be something more fitting for such a large area. Cecilia stayed on the borders of camp. Maintaining vigilance. Being under the military thumb annoyed her yes, but she knew what was needed. She had to protect this place for the sake of the weaker adventurers as well.
_____Auriel was woken up from her sleep from another nightmare, while others simply woke her, this one caused her to scream as she sat up quickly. Her kitten getting set a good foot or two having been asleep on her chest when the sudden action was taken. Traveler hissed at Auriel who looked over to see him at her feet. ”Sorry Traveler… I tried to warn you not to sleep on me though.” Auriel spoke while rubbing her eye. Her Kitten friend meowing with an annoyed tone before going back to lay on her lap as Auriel stayed seated. _____Her focus was taken by the monster stone in the roof changing color since the last time she had seen it. While she was still admiring it she felt it was not worth the tension and fear she felt to get here. Sighing as she leaned back to look up the stairs to see the seventh floor above her. She felt stupid for sleeping at the base of the stairs but she also felt it was the best place for her to be. If something came through she could at least delay it but her mind doubted the threat would be coming from the floor above.
The Wrap UpAs they had arrived late and such, Damion felt all but too willing to make up for this. Unloading the gear for the builders and aiding in whatever they wanted to be done; he'd lend a hand. Yet with little light and some less than desired workers, motivations was severely lacking. Yet this would not dissuade him from doing what was not only necessary but what was to be done. As they spoke of working through the night for the benefit of others taking shifts for those who wanted to sleep. He'd offer to take up the first shift; not that it mattered but he wanted to make up for his lack in speed. Had he been a bit quicker and done a better job tanking what came their way, they'd have arrived earlier. Then again slow and steady was always best as nothing was lost in comparison. Despite this, there may have been some rather shoddy work done on what was brought for materials. But nothing the builders didn't appear to be willing to adjust to. Yet being of no real crafting skills the male was sent off to perhaps help aid and guard the works who were of better use. This brought him a bit closer to the designated locations of which they wanted to start building their walls. Eyes shifting some he'd change his focus towards the giant crystal while most gazed in awe and felt as peace he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of fear fill his eyes. The comparison to that stone and those which fell from slain monsters was all too real. He could only imagine the size of the beast which had left something of that size, let alone the energy and force it took for such a crystal to release said light; yet it was dark. How and what was that energy manifested? Clearly, it wasn't constant enough to warrant a never ending da cycle, but if this much was true. Then how was the energy consumed by such crystals create and if it could be recycled had they truly mastered all the could from such soul shards. Could they possibly harvest some of the sun-like gem before them; wouldn't something of that size provide more for their city then adventurers ever could? As he shifted his focus from the dim lit crystal to some of the more profound thinkers, those who made his thoughts seem like mere words upon a children's book he'd chuckle. Maybe it was best to focus on the task at hand and not so much worry about those sort of inquiries when the masters were at work. None the less he'd return to the cart and begin to move the materials like the ox-man he was. Pulling and giving the surely exhausted animals a break the male had made it to the desired location while the works now began to officially start their work. Standing around, eyes soon met the gaze of a familiar face. A true and exquisite beauty one he'd fallen in live with. Yet forced to come to terms with the fact he just wasn't that into him he'd found her to still be quite the motivation. If it weren't for her beauty he'd respect her for her work ethics and her goals; that of which seemed to be coming along quite well. Lips parting the male would taunt some as he walked over to her most likely unheard or seen given her attention elsewhere. "Well well well, I see you've decided to bend your knee and please your father. Thought you were going places far beyond the military?" The male would ask as he attempted to walk up to the blonde. Eyes gazing back to her he'd chuckle and fold his arms across his chest. "I may not have got a fancy new armor like you so freshly adorned with the great and mighty military insignia. But since the last time we saw each other I did manage to save up and get a new blade; Check it out. This bad mama jama is a thing of beauty. I got some extra coin laying around but not quite enough for the armor, I think once I get paid for this job I'll have enough though. So how have you been Cecilia, you never did quite get back to me for that dinner or drink at the laughing maiden." He'd tease some hoping to get a playful response and not that of the standard military type. They had after all not seen each other in quite some time. A part of him hoped she hadn't changed for the worse. When she asked him originally to join her he refused. his distaste for the governing bodies was far too much to simply bow to them. Respect and a mutual understanding of their necessities did not dictate nor mean he approved. But he enjoyed her company and being around her usually so he could only hope this much hadn't changed. @Cecilia Brant
Cecilia was to her admittance actually good with being given men and woman to give orders to. This was a guilty pleasure of hers. She always felt most at home commanding and leading others. Whether as a soldier, a adventurer or a god. It felt like she was getting closer to bringing things into the right direction when others were following her way rather than their own or anothers. The little cadets and temporary hired hands were so desperate to fulfill their tasks. Hoping to if in some small way, accomplish something that they could go home and tell others about. There were some that wanted to do it for others, and some for themselves. Cecilia would make the future world for them. At the same time though, it would be a world where such ambition and desires did not have any warrant. Sending off a small group to assist the outer patrol. Cecilia held a yawn. Even with this, she found military assignments and the lifestyle involved boring. Hopefully she could get to the point where she could leave it much stronger than she when joined. Than that would make all this worthwhile. Finding herself just kind of standing around now with little to do. Cecilia would not lean on anything and tried to not look too bored. That was not very noble nor good for one in a position of authority. It was just that maybe a simple task like guarding a single location was probably not her cup of tea. A familiar voice shook her out of her thoughts. "Well well well, I see you've decided to bend your knee and please your father. Thought you were going places far beyond the military?" Cecilia's eyes widened at the sight of her supporter Damion waving and having the same flirty smile as always. Indeed perhaps he was not such a mere supporter anymore. She would leave that up to him however. The noble's eyes would shift slightly away before she returned her gaze to her Damion and replied. "I do. It is just something I am obligated to do and my god also feels this is best for me at this time. I just hope it's not something I am stuck with. It's... a bit dull really. At least right now anyway." She said the last part lowly directly to him. He commented on her outfit. Yes this armor was something she wore on serious missions. When she dungeon crawled she preferred to wear lighter gear. He thought it was military wardrobe though. He then showed her his new sword which was significantly better than his original. "This is not actually a military uniform. I am allowed to wear what I wish. I suppose it is due to my father or this rank isn't as strict with regulations. The sword is a good improvement. Hopefully you can get some armor soon. It is ... distracting to fight alongside someone who's clothes leave them so easily!" Cecilia said jokingly with a smile. It was nice to at least have someone to talk to. She had to stay on task though. "I'm sorry but if I speak to you too long I'll hear it later. Sigh..." She hoped he'd understand. @Damion DeAndre
The Wrap UpSmiling when she spoke he'd do his best to keep quiet and hold back any more arguably anti-government speech. If not for respect for her, perhaps to save face himself. With so many eyes and ears about it might be best to lay low with snarky comments. As much as the idea of being bind by cuffs and dragged off to a dungeon excited him. This sort of variant wouldn't end with the same kind of happy ending, no this would most likely end with the loss of life or worse, years rotting. None the less he'd shake his head and give her a thumbs up showing his half-hearted support. "Well that is good for you then. Tell me, if that's not you uniform then why wear it, did our last run here warrant an upgrade for you? Perhaps not. None the less I think it looks stunning on you, a true knight now. Yet, I don't know when I'll get the armor but hopefully not too much later. It does get a bit colder as when you're running around naked for one reason or another, but I'm sure you miss that more than you let on. I know that adventurer we ran into would probably pay to see that. I wonder do you think woman would pay for that sort of thing? perhaps I should look into that sort of thing, might be a well-paying job." He'd say teasingly as he rubbed the back of his head some before folding his arms behind him. He'd been meaning to catch up but based on the looks he was getting and the fact she had a job to do. So he'd understood just fine, a warm smile passing as he turned about face and waved. "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll see you around another time. But if you get a moment swing by the camp. I'd be glad to hang out again. Maybe see the sunrise this time. Anyways I best get back to my job with the builders. Have a good one." Leaving her behind he'd head back over to the workers only to find that they were having difficulties even doing their jobs due to the lighting. Asking what he could do to aide them they said not much and that he should head back and tell a few more hands to head over and help. They had more than enough defensive support from the military and he'd only get in their way. A look of annoyance passed as he ignored the last comment returning to camp and informing some more of the builders of the request. Now sitting there he'd look about the camp. He really didn't know anyone else. Yet he wasn't the most social guy out there, at least not without some liquid courage so he'd simply inch his way closer to some adventurers. Appearing near a girl like bunny he'd rub the back of his head some looking over at the same frog, "I hear it taste just like chicken..." He would say as he shifted his gaze to her and smile warmly. "The name's Damion, Damion DeAndre and whom might this exquisite beauty before me be? Such fair skin, it simply radiates beneath this light, such a welcoming aura, and those eyes. Truly one might find themselves lost in such eyes, surely your not a goddess are you?" He'd say partially flirting and partially serious. He'd met all sorts of goddesses and he never truly knew, granted their vessel never had to truly match their mythological counterpart. Perhaps she was Chang'e a goddess of fortune whose known for her rabbit, but then again he'd never known a god to enter the dungeon. But stranger things had happened in life. @Cecilia Brant @Marzipan Loaf
@Damion DeAndre Marzipan looked back at the fire as the guy that was roasting a frog continued to cook the thing. She, personally, never ate frogs before and the thought of it made her wrinkle her nose, trying to keep the disgusted expression off her face. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand as she stared into the fire, enjoying the warmth it gave. Then she heard someone address her. The Hume Bunny looked up at the man trying to flirt with her with a frown. "Haha, very funny," she said as she regarded Damion, "I'm not a goddess. Gods aren't even allowed down here in the first place." She didn't know why that was the case, but it apparently had to do with something that happened several months ago, when one of the gods used their power in the Dungeon and brought forth a monster. She hoped that there wouldn't be another incident like that down here. "Name's Marzipan. Marzipan Loaf," she greeted as she sized him up with her eyes. He looked like a capable person, strong too. She wondered how strong he actually was, with that big guy attitude of his. At least, that's what it seemed like to her. "So what brings you down here, Damion? You like the rest of us and had jobs to do while down here?"
The Wrap UpA faint smile passed as he was soon to realize his flirty ways and charming nature had no effect. At least none so obvious, a challenge, cultural misunderstandings;maybe just race? It mattered not as she responded and things seemed to be calm; ice now broken. He had no real reason outside the harmless flirting to worry; at least that was how it felt. Yet as she spoke he'd smile the information of which she spoke true and known by many it seemed she was not so much interested in being compared too the gods. His lips curling as some of the provided information was a bit more than the rumors that had speculated as he shifted his gaze. "Oh is that so, I can only imagine the size of such a monster; maybe that is why that soul crystal floats there. The work of a powerful god who has made their way down the path. Brave, unafraid and constantly testing their limits. Maybe this is why these creatures exist, a god breaking the rules set in place; thus doing so reaching for the glorious treasure beneath. Honestly, we never know, but it's nice to imagine some sort of epic tale or legend which might one day explain such mysteries. After all, this dungeon business is quite the enigma. I mean, we need a gods strength to make it through, there must be something truly worth grasping at the depths enough to warrant even the gods interests." He'd say just shooting around ideas and thoughts trying to fish for information and personal beliefs. Yet although not officially answering her question he'd thought he might as well now as to not appear rude or snobby. "As to why I'm here, it's quite simple. Work. So indeed like most of you, I was to help with the delivery and safety of those who came to establish some sort of work here, but I'm not quite sure what it is they plan. I'm not the brains just the brawn. But that isn't to say I'm a complete slave. I'm more or less a hard worker and no one of any real importance, but that works wonders. As a supporter, I have always found it best to not rock the boat or create a lot of wave. I tend to be doing this a bit much lately, but it's to be expected when you meet gods and have yet to select one as your own. Did you find this process hard. I felt that I need to meet as many as I can, learn about them and walk the temptation of curiosity and information before ultimately taking a path which if rushed might lead to betrayal. I'd imagine that even one as confident and dedicated as myself would not take the wrath of a god lightly, so it's best to avoid it at all costs." He'd say chuckling some before listening to whatever it was that the beauty may have had to express or enlighten him with. Not many spoke openly about their gods and that nature. But those who did often told him their beliefs in the selection choice if not suggested a god or two they knew. Word of mouth being the most accurate and reliant tool anyone could ever use. @Marzipan Loaf
@Damion DeAndre Marzipan grunted as the man went all philosophical on her. She never gave much thought to what lay deep within the depths of the Dungeon, nor did she wonder what exactly the gods wanted that dungeoneering was so important. It was able to stabilize the economy, true, but was there something more? She didn't quite know as she pondered it for a split second before the thought went away. "Thought so," she said with another grunt as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes, "I didn't really find it all that hard, I just sided the one god that felt right to me is all." She paused at the mention of betrayal. "It's true it might seem like betrayal if you were in one familia before transferring to another, but some are pretty lenient about that. Ishtar wasn't one of them, sadly, but I felt that Odin fit me more when it came to dungeon delving." She opened her eyes to look at him. "You're pretty strong to have come down here without a Falna. I don't think I've met a single person that came down here without a Falna until I met you. Guessing you're with other people, but still, you got guts to come down here without a god's blessing and all."
Bored, frustrated and having already given her orders to her troops. Cecilia would surprisingly miss having Damion around. He was such a energetic guy for his size. So different from Virginia's support. Well, not much for it. Cecilia decided that a good pass time would be to train a little. Sure it paled compared to fighting actual monsters, but this would keep her sharp at least. Pulling out her Pallasch. She began to swing it rhythmically. She took various battle stances and tried to remember a special parry stance she was considering making a standard in the future. Then she tried other stances and attack angles. Swinging and thrusting away. Her left foot fell back as she straightened her back and held her sword at the ready. Right swing, left swing, low quarter circle to standing thrust. Spin back to thrust forward. High, low, mid quick thrusts. Her swordsmanship had to be perfect and able to defeat any foe. Her magic as well. Yes deep inside her lied a divine light that she knew could unleash great power if she built upon her foundations. A short practice of her mind would be good during this lull. Placing her sword before her horizontally and her other hand on wrapping around the blade end. She focused her mind and drew upon that inner light. Harnessing it. Cecilia spoke firmly the chant that made the energy rise up in her... "Hear me now. Those who defy the laws of the heavens be damned. Witness the power of those from on high. The power that channels through me now. God beseeches thee and thou hast sinned. Receive thy just rewards for thy impudence! Pray ye be reborn anew!" The spell was almost unleashed... she could feel the power in her body and her sword channeling it between her hands. But... Cecilia stopped and did not release it. This was just practice after all. She focused and would repeat the spell three more times until she finally returned to swinging her sword.
The Wrap Up As he listened to her thoughts on the matter he'd remain silent and wait til it was appropriate to speak. So she was one of those who switched. Lips parting to apolgoize, he'd stop and listen to her speak of her current god she switched to; Odin. Another familia member of his was now known. First Cecilia, now Marzipan. How interested, not only had he won the heart of another, but he managed to capture the interested of another who had left another god. Now either he was a god truly worthy of praise, a womanizer or perhaps one of a power worth following. Clearly, if she felt so comfortable to bare the wrath of another god so long as it was to serve in his name clearly he truly need to give this more thought and without a doubt needed to meet this Odin. Now he'd apologize given the opening and chat a bit more. "I apologize for such hasty words, I meant not to offend. Did you truly switch gods? You're braver than I and that's saying something. Although I won't lie, this is not the first I'm hearing of this god called Odin, no I've met another who found him to be worthy. Is he a handsome god? I've noted my encounters with such followers to be mainly female, is your interest in him that of love as well? I am not going to lie, I am quite curious, would a god such as him even give me the time of day. I'd like to meet him someday, what can you divulge without going too far or personal with things. Information that the public is fine to know. As I've said I've been making a personal log, so far I've met Hades, Freya and I believe one who called herself Khaos. Intriguing in her own ways but one that might be amusing to keep an eye on." Yet as his ramblings came to an end he'd take note of her comments on his bravery and look confused. He was a supporter he was usually down and about the dungeons all the time. So he never felt threatened, he noted the danger of course and knew that without a blessing he was more likely to die, but was always told that nothing in life worth doing was easy. So he lived by it , both in work ethics and lifestyles. "Oh, does this gift truly grant such a shift in powers, I've always found myself to be stronger and more resilient than most. So I guess I should finish up my research on the gods and choose one to get such a blessing, perhaps I have more potential built up than I thought." He'd say rubbing the back of his head, unsure if it would even be worth the trouble to perhaps it would be best to finally select a god and see truly how powerful he was, for if this was an accurate surprise that he was so strong without the Falna yet, could he truly be wasting potential. Perhaps his standards were too high. "Well yes, I'm not often ever down here a lone, I'm brave but not crazy. Although maybe that is why they call us supporters bottom feeders. Never brave enough to go alone, yet I've always found strength in numbers. Maybe one day I'll challenge myself and see if I can't get far enough on my own. Maybe strive to reach this floor one day without another by my side. Although I must admit it's nice to be here again, for longer. Tell me, do you often Dungeon delve. I find it most fun, missions and quests are exciting but dungeon delving makes me feel alive. Then again anything beats working at the family shop. My father is a smith, armor and weapons. I was supposed to follow suit but I'm trying t become an adventurer. But as of recent I've been asked why not both and I couldn't give a proper answer. Maybe once I find a god. But do tell me, the man. Is he a friend, I've noticed you glancing every so often. Perhaps a love interest? No, I apologize for prying this is none of my concern just trying to find some juicy gossip to help pass the time." He'd say chuckling some and shifting his attention towards the other with the frog. @Marzipan Loaf
@Damion DeAndre "Eh, you weren't offending," Marzipan said, waving off his words, "And I did. It wasn't that bad, in all honesty." Though she was a bit put off when he asked if Odin was a handsome god. "How should I know? I'm not like other girls who fawn over him. Sheesh...I don't get him at all." She scratched the side of her face as she remembered how she didn't get to see the god until she had to have her Falna updated by him. "I honestly don't think I'll find anyone who I'll like romantically, so far I haven't. I dunno, love doesn't appeal to me for some reason." The Hume Bunny nodded in response when he asked if he did have that kind of potential with a blessing. "It does, I wouldn't have stood up to the killer ants on the other floors if I was only a regular Hume Bunny. None of my teacher's training said anything about fighting bugs that have acid inside their bodies." She nodded in response to dungeon delving. "I do, on my own usually. I can see why there's safety in numbers, but so far I haven't really found any good companions to work with and even the ones I was paired with someone, it was usually for business." She let out a huff. "I don't always go into the Dungeon, though. I work as a baker part time since my family is made of a bunch of bakers. My hometown is in a different part of Orario, so I never really get to see them after all the years I spent traveling." "Hm, I think you can be both? Haven't really heard of someone that goes into the the Dungeon and makes stuff. But we need more people like that, it would help any adventurer out there for sure." She glanced back up at Damion. "Making things seems like hard work, though, and I don't think I'd be able to handle making something for others, I'm not a blacksmith. You could probably make a lot of money if you make decent weapons though." The frown on her face deepened when he asked if the guy she was staring at was a love interest. "Heck no! Like I said, I'm not interested in love. Romance is too sappy for me, I think." She side as she rubbed the back of her head. "I don't get couples, all that mushy baby talk and stuff. And the nicknames. Dear gods above the nicknames." She shuddered at the thought of being called some silly nickname like Honey Bunny.
Just one last flask, just one last flask, careful ... Careful. CAREFUL.CAREFUL.CAREFUL. The ornate and well-designed flask touched the wood, the liquid inside not moving by an inch. Luca's hands slowly loosened the grip, leaving the flask on the wooden counter with utmost care so she wouldn't cause any problem. After taking two long and slow steps, the thief breathed out in relief, after all this she did not want to start a fire in the camp. Hands on her hips, she was finally done with everything, every flask was where they were supposed to be according to her boss and organizer. With everything set, she'd leave the tent and go back to check how things were going for others. Unlike most, she didn’t fight anything. Due to her dexterity and precision on pickpocketing fiddling with risky or fragile things Luca didn’t even meet one of those experienced adventurers in the same mission. Without much to do, Luca wandered about. Everyone was so busy, left, right backwards, everywhere she had glanced to, someone was doing something in such a hurried state. Arms behind her head, she'd look up towards the large crystal. Her lips parted in reaction to their change in hue, though Luca could not help but wonder if she could get a good money from selling pieces of that giant shiny thing, though she'd need to postpone such actions and thoughts - no one knew Her identity as a thief and she did not want anyone to anyways. Coins were already abundant in this work, though her mind wandered for a bit in constant wondering if her bunch of brats were doing fine. Luca sat close to the fire pit, her eyes staring intently at it. The warmth was good and made her feel comfortable, reminding her of home. Those thoughts quickly faded away as she heard a blonde male talking about himself with a ... Frog? Her right brow arched, Luca would wait for him to finish chatting with her food only to shamelessly laugh at him - she could not help it! Who in the world would chat with their food like that ?! "Wahahah! I bet it knows how to cook frogs better than you!" Luca said to the blonde man close to the fire pit amidst a wave of laughing. @Atticus Ashur
The Wrap Up Laughing at her words it seemed love truly was an early sin that she had not cared much for yet he found it kind of cute how flustered or confused his question made her. Silently sitting there only to speak enough to get her to speak more he'd become infatuated with her voice, it was an interesting one. He could listen to her speak for hours. Her voice although not much different. The brief shift in dialect coupled with the visage that came with it had him ever so amused. Smiling warmly he'd tap his chin some at her words. "Yea those ants gave a pretty nasty burn and I did end up naked a few times. Then again Lady Cecilia was quite generous with her words and didn't scold me as much. None the less I've sought out a nice set of armor I planned to buy and make my own. But for now, this simple blade is my newest rendition to the legacy that is me. So you called yourself a hume bunny, you're cute. Are all these Hume bunnies as adorable as you with those ears and that cute little nose?" He'd ask teasing some before returning to silence as his gaze upon her was unwavering; hearing her speak of her time as a dungeon delver a goofy grin would pass as lips parted to boast some. "Well, I'm not just a stud ya know me and Lady Cecilia made it to this floor by ourselves. I'm quite the aid here in these dungeons. Although I must admit. It wasn't easy, but if your goal is to get to the fourth floor at best I could carry you upon my back and blind-folded. That much is easy beyond that it's a bit of a challenge for just two." He'd say with a grin before hearing her words about her life outside being a baker, a faint smirk formed as he spoke and followed it up with a wink. "Oh so that explains those nice buns of yours." He'd say laughing and nudging her some playfully. His attention shifting as he thought about her words on becoming a blacksmith. He thought about it as his father did wish he'd take up making armor and weapons. Perhaps he could do both. He'd then tap his chin some thinking on that matter before the discussion ended with the concept of love and the male across from them. "Alright, my snuggle bunny. No need to get violent, then why do you stare at the guy; are you wanting a bite of that yummy frog?" He teased before noting the new persona arrive. Eyes shifting to gaze upon the one known as Luca as he listened to her words and smiled His hand waving at the female he'd motion her to join them. Patting beside him and Marzipan. "Hello, stranger. You seem nice. What they got you doing here? We were just talking about that frog, perhaps you could help us figure out why he is talking to it , let alone eating it. I heard they taste like chicken but they're slimy and annoying. Remind me of the beast on the way up here just smaller. It's a pleasure to meet ya Ma'am. I'm Damion, Damion DeAndre, son of the famous DeAndre blacksmiths in the shopping district, soon to be full-blown adventurer. Soon as I get my stuff situated and select a god." He'd sigh hoping she wouldn't give him the same story as the other for being a complete madman or some brave bastard for having head down there without a god's blessing. Eyes shifting up to the crystal a sens of unease seemed to wash over the male. @Marzipan Loaf @Luca
@Damion DeAndre Marzipan remained quiet as she let Damion talk, though her frown deepened and her hands balled into fists at her kind being called cute. After he was done, she spoke. "Not every Hume Bunny is adorable," she growled through gritted teeth, "And not every Hume Bunny is helpless. Some of them are probably the most capable people you'd ever meet." She shot him a glare, her eyes burning with anger. Thankfully, she didn't have to take her anger out on him when a new person came into the mix, talking about the roast frog. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She had never felt so insulted in her life and she would have challenged Damion to a duel if she wasn't so tired. She wanted to show the whole world she was capable of getting by, despite being "cute". She stared at the flames, her anger still simmering underneath her cold expression.
Faster, faster, more fluid, more perfect. It was still not adequate! Sitting on a nearby rock she wiped her brow with her hand. A soldier nearby looked at her in awe of her skill but it was not what they thought. To Cecilia it was just mundane. This mission was dull and even her resolve to improve and protect the camp was losing steam. Honestly she wished something bad would happen so she could do something already... Seeing the adventurers talk and relax back in the camp made her feel somewhat lonely. She wondered if she became the sole ruling goddess of the world... would it be like this? No, probably not. And even if it was, it was worth it to ensure harmony. Cecilia stretched some and stifled a yawn. Looking around to see if anyone caught her being so bored, she jumped off the rock and resumed standing there trying to look enthusiastic about this task... So far it was becoming a long day. She kinda missed the rank Gnoll cave from earlier. She wondered if Yu Daprod was doing okay? He was a good ally if a bit lazy. People like him confused her really. Why would one be so laid back when they had such skill? Perhaps he himself was unaware of it. Or perhaps he just lacked ambition. That was good at least for Cecilia. Ambition was nothing but trouble. It would be better if everyone was just content with how they were and lived in peace with their roles. And so the quiet guarding continued ever more....
