Open - Ashamed

OOC: Anyone may join if they wish. This thread is just an introduction to my character. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

The fruit I took a bite of was quite sweet. It has been a while since I have tasted virtual fruit. I smiled at it greatly as I walked the streets of Stokbon. Walking past various workers and construction sites, the city was ever expanding outward. Right now, the outer most rings were shops of all kinds. Mainly fruit stands, foods, or even goods of trinkets or even small wearables such as scarves or necklaces. The cobble streets were filled with people of all races, shapes and sizes. I mostly blended into the crowd with my black and red skirt and top. Some who I walked past clearly could tell I was a Player. Someone with the ability to use skills and magics that some considered unnatural.

This much was very true.

I had the control over darker arts. Magics, hexes and the like. However, I wasn't very good at it. I still remember getting the invite for the game. Sitting there for some time before I finally caved and downloaded it to my headset. Now, I wish I had done it sooner. The lives and the actions of all these people around me felt genuine, and wholesome. However, I always had this doubt in my mind. A doubt of my abilities and if I were to use them, what it would mean for me. Being a practitioner of Dark magic, I would be hunted down like a witch. Like an animal. Just because of that fact alone, I had my Katana attached to my hip.

I hated having to hide myself. I hated having to be the kind of person who would be sought after only in the absolute dire times. It seemed like anyone with any other ability than that of the dark arts were welcome into the world. Yet, I was not. People were scared of what they didn't understand. I knew who I was, what I was. They didn't, and therefore, I was scary. I was the unknown variable. Much like a child learning about fire and how they shouldn't touch it. They are curious, and when it causes pain, they become afraid of it. Same as with me. They are tempted to look, but when they see that I am.... They run.

My face grew deep in thought as my fruit was only a few bites in. The juices drying up as I walked randomly. Coming to a portion of the city that was unknown to me, I stopped and looked around. I could hear a scuffle down the ally. Whatever was happening, was taking place without me. I turned around and started to walk away when I heard a voice cry out. It was faint, but still there. Unintelligible, but still there. Turning down the ally, I placed my back up against the wall, and peeked my head around the corner. Seeing two men, one smaller and lean in stature, and the other much taller, and broad.

What looked to be a young boy with a toy sword was standing up for himself and what looked to be another child. I couldn't tell who or what gender the other child was, but I still rushed forward. Taking some steps quickly down the ally as I yelled out.

"How about you leave them alone. It's not good scaring children."

I then received a growl from the larger of the two men. His hand reaching for a weapon of some kind. Knowing that this would be a confrontation, I reached for my own Katana. Letting my hand rest easily upon the wrappings. I could see the little boy who was there. Holding the wood sword out still. Red cheeks, and a complexion of fear. A white skin tone as though the ghost of a family member had just walked past.

"Look, I don't want to fight. Just let the kids go."

I was trying to not draw blood. I didn't want to. Even more so in front of these kids. I was paying attention to the man as he growled at me. Holding one of my hands up in a stop sign, I dropped my ring finger into my hand, and drew a shape in the air as I spoke. Letting the incantation speak out from me.

"Tenebrarum amplexus circumdabunt mei spina forma spicarum audeant inimici mei tarn me tangere."
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As I spoke, black wisps of air flowed up from my toes. Sliding out of my boots and up to my form. Each wisp then formed and hardened into a spike upon my body. While I stood there, the man rushed me. Knowing it to be magic, as soon as he saw the darkness rise, he slowed. Coming to a stop as thorns covered my body. Through these thorns, I could see the faces of the children sitting there. The two men looking at me agape. I felt anger and hatred towards the two.

Slowly my energy drained as the two man walked away. Drawing my katana slowly, I took a stance and held the sword out. Ready for the fight, they then turned tail and ran. Deciding that someone else was an easier catch. As soon as they were gone, I walked towards the children. Realizing that I still had my thorns on as they stood up, They were quivering in fear. Fear that I did not want from them. They two then ran. I sighed as the thorn effect wore off, and I found myself standing in the ally alone. With children and men running away in fear of my visage.

I shook my head, sheathed my weapon, and walked out of the ally, preparing myself to head to my room at the near by in, and gather my belongings to leave. No point in staying when a witch hunt was going to begin soon.

 

"My my. You seem to have gotten yourself into some trouble."

Honestly, Oberon has no idea how long she's been there. Her plan wasn't to be standing there anyways, merely go out for a stroll and get a grasp on the town, possibly learn about the NPC's and whatnot, possibly get some ingredients for her cooking. But then she witnessed something that she probably shouldn't have.

When it happened she wasn't too far behind the katana-wielding vigilante when they turned into the alleyway. Under any normal circumstance, she would have followed the stranger and jump in to help them, but she didn't bring a weapon with her so she wouldn't have been much use. Instead, the safest way to help was to observe, as if anything went bad she would get a guard or someone buff to intervene. But it never came it that, and it actually solved itself quite quickly with the help o some forbidden magic. While she wasn't a lore geek and couldn't care less what kind of magic one used, the NPC's in the area were not big fans on Malefimancy.

As the woman left the alley, Oberon was on the wall to the left of her.

"Wonder how the townsfolk are going to make this a big deal. They'll probably call you something like.." She eyed the girl up and down. "Evil Tattoo Samurai. Nah, that sounds too generic. But then again, NPC's aren't known for their clever naming." She smirked as she tried to break the ice with a joke. It probably didn't get across, but at least she was amused by her own weak humor. "I... can help you. I rented a room in an inn nearby, you can lay low there before you scurry off to wherever you want to go."

@Morna

 

OOC: I have been asked to write in third person. Thus I will leave my first post how it is, and will continue to write in third. Questions? Contact me.

Turning around suddenly due to the lack of attention around her, Morna faced this would be person who was rather sly in their tone. Mentioning how she had gotten into trouble. Morna mentally cursed herself for using her powers. Whenever she used them, her tattoos would flare up and change from a barely noticeable grey to a bright crimson. They were still fading, but slower than she wanted. Hopefully that would change later on, she thought.

"No. Trouble follows me, and I attempt to stop it."

Her voice rather commanding and shrewd to the person who had come up behind her. Morna was not the trusting type, thus showing up randomly didn't do all too well in her eyes. Shaking her head as the person then continued to speak, taunting or jesting at her for the possible reaction of people towards her kind.

However, Morna turned to face the woman as she offered a place to stay. Shaking her head, she was very clear about not trusting her. Face contorted into a half frown-grimace. Looking both ways on the street to make sure others didn't see them, Morna then got close to the girl. Close enough that tilting forward would make their foreheads touch.

"Look girl, I have ran from people alone before. I can do it again. Who is to say I can trust you, or that you will trick me? No."

Yes, Morna is rather harsh at the moment. No matter if she is trying to save a life, or simply live her own, she always seems to be the one person everyone gathers together to hate. She wanted to change that. There were various paths to lead. However, none of those doors are open at the moment. She will have to find her own path for now.

"If you truly want to help, then help me get out of the city, or underground. Going to a room will only be easier due to being possibly trapped."

Out of the city meant she could run in just about any direction, and could likely lose this girl in the process so that no one could find her. Or if she was underground, then she had various tunnels and a maze of connected routes that would allow her to have some time to escape. Hence her thought process, and even more of a reason why she didn't trust this girl and her rented room.

@Oberon

 

Mindless entertainment led Comet to Stokbon: her next point on the map to explore. Its massive size ignited a slight glimmer behind the permanent dullness of her blue eyes. Her fingers touched Stokbon's walls and her boots scuffed against the ground below. She managed to move nice and slow, despite the otherwise fast pace of the city itself. Every so often Comet managed a few words to strangers. Her attention, however, remained on scenery she took in. With a keen memory and extensive interest, she can use her vision to take photos and imprint them into her memory as easily as a camera can store photos in film.

After quite a bit of walking the pink-haired woman decided to sit against a wall for a short break. Her hands and arms, albeit clumsy with their actions, worked the long locks hanging down her back into an elaborate braid. She had her head bowing down while messing with her hair, but could hear children nearby panting heavily. They began whispering frantically before raising their voices into high-pitched squeals. With furrowed brows Comet lifted her head and peeked around the corner where the children were heard. They continued expressing their supposedly frightening experience with dramatic body language, babbling on about a demon or a witch. Perhaps a combination of both? Comet rolled her eyes, crawled to her feet, and barely dodged the kids who ran past her with questionable intentions. At first she'd disregarded them as far too imaginative but the way they ran and rambled non-stop had her eyebrow quirked with curiosity. A break could wait, the pink-haired woman thought, she wanted to try and figure out what went on that could possibly be scary in a video game.

With practiced observation skills and attentive listening, Comet soon caught sight of a stranger that adorned glowing tattoos (though the bright red was fading away). She backed up from the street so as to not be seen so suddenly. Two players were having a conversation that that she caught only a few segments of due to being a ways off. Once the gist of the situation formed in her mind, Comet could no longer contain her wonder and stepped from around the corner with the desire for her presence to be known. "If everyone else runs, and she stays, maybe you can trust her," she suggested with a calm tone, as if she hadn't been eaves-dropping, but also remained skeptical of the suggestion of hiding in an inn. If it were a trap then it'd be a hard one to get out of due to being confined to a small space. "I've been looking around a lot lately. You could easily hide in plain site since Stokbon's so big," she shrugged and pointed at the fading tattoos. "If those go away anytime soon. Dark magic or something?" Comet questioned with a tilted head and genuine inquisitiveness. Her figure remained stiff and on-guard, but seemed to be a natural posture. An appearance she'd trained herself to perfect in the mirror so her issues with trust could hide behind an image of both welcoming friendliness and confidence. This, most likely, would make two strangers more comfortable than if she approached aggressively.

@Morna @Oberon

 

She was given the response that she expected. Just from looks, the Evil Magic Samurai seemed to be one of the headstrong 'never give up!' types, which is why she had turned down her offer. To be frank, at least to Oberon, what she had suggested wasn't much better to begin with, and a new stranger had shown up with more points that would help her argument.

"Well, okay. See, if the NPCs are able to get to the town's authorities, wouldn't the first place to guard be the exits? If they want to catch you, the obvious place would be the ways out of the city because then you'd walk right to them. Now if you think you could one man army your way out of here, be my guest." There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, because she was actually annoyed, so it made sense. Mainly because Evil Magic Samurai hasn't really thought her plan through and because the new variable to the conversation stole her words straight from her mouth.

"So, yeah. What she said. Now I only recommend what I offered you before, but if you're so gung-ho about killing yourself, go for it."

@Morna @Comet