Quest - Seasonal Help: Autumn

Brisshal, quiet and lacking impressive sightseeing opportunities, had been an easy area to scope out and mentally map within a day's worth of time. The beginner's quest provided a helpful route for exploration that meant Comet familiarized herself with even the smallest of detailing among Brisshal's landscape as well as its routine inhabitants. Her quick tongue and desire to find a comfortable spot nearby upon the sun's setting had her lodging at quite a large farm, much to her liking. Logging out felt safe and sound after taking a few moments to befriend the farmers who, oddly enough, had little to no hesitance in their actions of allowing a complete stranger into their home. Comet shrugged the suspicions off once she got a good look around while the owners slept, for they seemed welcoming and genuinely kind farmers, before deciding to get rest herself.

The bright morning sun revealed the reasoning behind such immediate salutations towards an intimidating woman clad in skimpy attire with a bow seemingly attached to her towering figure. The tinier of the couple decided to step forward and make their problem known as well as shove the due payment in Comet's face. She decided to argue her way out of the situation, at first, but instead feigned a smile and shrugged before trotting off to complete the task at hand. With a lack of actual want to give her a often-present determination that would fuel her actions the pink-haired woman took manners into her own hands by presenting herself to passerbys, directly asking for help. Comet would take anyone that offered to assist her. Doing work hardly phased her but... boring work? Work that she didn't even feel up for in the first place? Might as well spend the day in the presence of others who would lend their aid, and make things go quicker as well as prevent an ever-so growing idea to run away. A practiced sense of desperation that fit into every inch of her body provided a decent presentation alongside her calling out, "Someone help? I could really use help! Anyone?" innocent, compelling; as if she were a damsel in distress.

@Jomei @Cassandra Descartes

 

Helping someone in distress was just something that a police officer did. In a game like this, where no one knew her, there was no penalty whatsoever in doing nothing. Heck, she could watch someone get mauled to death near a treasure chest and no one would reprimand her if she not only did not help, but also took the chest for herself. That was the kind of freedom and, frankly, apathy, that this game offered. However, it likely took a bit of time for someone new to the game and genre to truly grasp that.

Instead, it was her training that shone through once more and Cassandra, who had just idly picked some flowers nearby in the hopes that they would be useful for alchemy, looked up and scanned for the source of the noise. Some kind of warrior princess apparently needed help. Now, in any other game, she would have just assumed that she could not be of help to begin with. But there was a lot of options in character creation, so something that looked like high-end gear did not really have to be that.


Besides, there was no harm in trying, right? If need be, she could always just stealth out if things got too dangerous. Yeah, she was someone willing to help, but she was not going to give her digital life without good reason.

In either event though, the pale-haired woman with the fancy hat decided to emerge from the woodwork and close in on the princess. “Oiiiii,” she announced herself, voice sounding a bit dull for such a nominally strong yell. “‘Anyone’ reporting in! What is the matter? I would almost assume that someone stole half of your clothes, but I guess that is by choice, not by circumstance.” Oh, yes, that had to be a funny one. Cass was pretty proud of it! While she was new to this, she came up with great material right away. If nothing else, she was a natural talent alright.

 

Hunting couldn't be so tough in this game, could it?
The crimson haired archer slowly walked with his bow drawn, hazel eyes slowly scanning the tree line for any sort of wildlife that he could attack. Tracking down animals and hunting them was never an activity that tickled his fancy in the real world, let alone something he had ever even attempted. However in this world, where there was less risk to your life and more interesting means of doing so, hunting was a Mastery he decided to pick at the start.

Keeping his stride slow and as quiet as possible, the path he kept was just inside a tree line next to a clearing where a bard was built up. Jomei steadied his breath, searching for any signs of life. That was when his gaze caught glimpse of a doe, feeding on the leaves of a small shrub off in the distance. The hunter took in a deep breath trough his nostrils, taking a step forward so he could steady himself. As his boot pressed into the grassy floor, the ball of his foot caught a small twig, the sound that accompanied it, in the quiet of this forest, could have sounded like an entire tree snapping in two.

As the doe's head popped up from the bush to look in Jomei's direction, the player had quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid the animal's line of sight. Slowly, he peeked out to see if it had spotted him.. luckily enough, it had ignored the sound and went back to eating. With as little sound as he could, Jomei repositioned himself and grabbed at an arrow in the quiver on his back. Bringing the thin, wooden piece to his front, he laid the neck of the arrow just below the tip just above the handle that his gloved hand wrapped around, the read end nocking on the string. With another deep breath through his nostrils, the man readied the bow, pulling the string back, his hand holding the feathered end of the arrow just beside his face.

The shot seemed perfect, and that it would meet its mark, when suddenly the cries of help from a woman nearby threw him off, alerting the doe as well. As its head peeked up again, it caught glimpse of the archer taking aim in his direction. The distracted player let the arrow fly forward, the spear end crashing into a nearby tree as the deer ran off. "Dammit." Jomei said, cursing under his breath as he exhaled the breath he held. As the man rose to his feet, he turned towards the barn where he heard the woman's screams come from. Not thinking of the worst case scenario of who could actually be on the other end of those calls, the green-clad archer hurried off towards the farm, still clutching his bow in his hand.

As Jomei ran around the farm, which was just off of a dirt road that he had followed from the forest, he found two women standing there; one was an archer, like himself, with pink hair and little clothing on her slender body, the other was a woman with whitish hair and more regal like attire. Jomei's hazel eyes looked back and forth between the two "I-Is everything alright? I heard screams."

 

Frankly, Comet hadn't expected to call much attention in such a short span of time. Not that she complained about the success in the least. In fact, a curling of her lips into a grin of satisfaction was enough to represent her mood seemingly lifted within seconds. It was but only because she mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done. This positive surge of emotion would serve as a temporary oasis while being utilized to complete the task thrusted upon her dutifully. Comet shifted lackluster eyes to the woman with hair as light as her skin. A pairing complimented by shimmering eyes with equally as odd a hue. "I call it fashion," she returned with a bit of a growl to her tone. This subtle aggressiveness happened to be a specialty often used with others who hardly, if ever, noticed the hint of retaliation. The risk of spoiling an image of discipline and respectfulness came with a hefty price thus Comet kept her negative ways to a minimum if need be. The aggressiveness bubbled up from the roots of sensitive insecurity buried tightly within; not an inability to receive a joke. Her cardboard laugh filled the air between the two, an easing of tension, before she added, "maybe your hat would help?" an attempt to showcase a warm welcoming.

"Well, no, not really..." she turned her body towards the red head, speaking softly. "There's a problem on the farm. The turkeys aren't hatching. But," the pink-haired woman pauses to think before continuing. "there is magic crystal that will get those things to hatch faster. If you'll help me find it?" with a turn of the heel she gazed towards the farm as if truly devastated by the turkey depression. Some extra drama wouldn't hurt, she thought, enjoying acting on her own terms rather than others.

OOC: we have to get 4 dice rolls (using the d10) between all of us by the end of the thread! i'll roll twice and you two can roll once the next reply :))

Thrown die:

1

 

Heh, so she had gotten some response at least. Granted, it was not completely what she had wanted. But then again, she hardly knew what she wanted to begin with, so there was that. In either event though, there had been at least something. And that was not bad at all. A bad joke could be funny in its own right, but an ignored one was just a waste of breath. So she was happy that it had been reciprocated in such a way – and that she had been given a nice sequel hook right then and there.


But, trying to pace herself, she left it hanging for a bit, instead shifting her attention to the other newcomer. He looked like an archer, maybe a huntsman. Not too surprising. She’d reckoned that ranged weapons were quite popular in this game in general, even with people who were not using those in real life as well.

The guy seemed a bit skittish though, or at least confused. Maybe he had completely misinterpreted the situation? Not due to his own fault, of course. Even she could tell that if that had been the case, this lady had lured him into that. A good lawyer certainly could make a case for entrapment.


In either event though, the person who so loudly had brought them together finally revealed what it was about. Turkeys. That was a thing. It was all very dramatic and everything, a desperate plea even though this situation was not necessarily a life or death one. Still, there was enough pathos in it to make it believable, at least on the surface.

And that seemed like the perfect moment to commence part two of her plan. Before saying anything at all, she stepped forward, reached up, and took off her hat, only to put it on the head of the woman that had just turned away from them.


“Nope. Still does not look much more fashionable, if you ask me,” she announced joyously and with a grin on her face. Then she shrugged, as if dropping all of that, before stretching profoundly. “But yeah, sure. I mean we are playing this g…I mean we are adventuring about for adventures, and that task sounds useful to someone, so why not? I can help, just tell me what to do.”

Thrown die:

6

 

Jomei looked to the blonde woman, who had removed the pointed hat from her head and placed it upon the pink noggin of the other who had requested their help, telling her that she still did not look very fashionable. The man rubbed the nape of his neck, not exactly sure what the two were talking about, though it must have been a point that he had missed in their conversation, showing up moments later.

The woman in pink told the two that she needed assistance with the turkeys on the farm. The crimson haired archer stood up straight, returning the bow to its place on his back, realizing that he may not need it for this task. Once the bow was returned to its place, his arms crossed at his chest, a curious brow raising above the other, "..turkeys?" he questioned, wondering where this was going.

According to her information, the eggs laid from the mother turkeys were not hatching. The man rose a hand to his chin, gently stroking at it with his forefinger as his brows lowered towards his hazel eyes in thought. Just what would be causing the eggs to not hatch? On top of that how could they get the eggs to hatch? That was when the pink-haired woman spoke up again, mentioning that there was some sort of magic crystal that could prove to help the group if they could find it.

The woman of fashion answered the call first, stating that she would be glad to help with the task. Jomei turned to the two and nodded with a soft smile, "Yeah, I'll help out as well. Where do you think we should start looking for this crystal?"

Thrown die:

10

 

"Oh good!" she clapped her hands together and held a joyous ring to her voice. Though in contrast she grabbed the hat upon her head and tossed it towards the owner in retaliation. "It looks better on you." she commented before pausing to ponder the red-head's question. The magic crystal hadn't been mentioned much around her. In fact, it'd been eavesdropping that gave her such information. But she would relay said information to the best of her ability. Which, with a blessed memory, wouldn't be hard at all for her. "A man visited the farmers who own the turkeys last night. He mentioned the magic crystal but they wouldn't let him speak for very long. Turns out these people are religiously devoted to naturally turkey hatching, growing, preservation; you get the gist. They think that a magic crystal will mess the whole process up or create some kind of hex on their farm," with a flick of the hair she turned a lax frown into a smirk of sinister intentions. "I bet if we find this crystal and lie they won't know a damned difference. Curse or no curse I... I mean we got the job done, right?" a quick correction to save herself wouldn't help the fact that her feigned innocence or actual care for the turkeys had been broken. Greed and a desire to get away from the farm as soon as possible broke Comet's character. And though she realized this her mind wasn't focused enough to worry about her failure. A failure enough to trigger spontaneous perfectionism.

"The man mentioned it being hidden around here. By the farmers, actually. They're serious about turkeys," she huffed before chuckling a bit at the last statement. Indeed, it was a ridiculous statement but Terrasphere had its fair share of oddballs. Enough to go around. Jerking a thumb towards the location behind her - a homestead, rolling fields, and barn nearby - she reassured, "We'll give the crystal back, so it's not stealing, if either of you are worried at all. The name's Comet by the way."

Thrown die:

5

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OOC: that was the last roll ! Total: 22

 

Now, this was crucial. If she messed this up, it would have looked as if she had been gotten. Or what did kids these days say? Burned. Yeah, that was it. God, she felt old calling other people that. But yeah, it would have ended up like that. But, fortunately, she had enough points in dexterity or whatever to catch the hat effortlessly and put it back up on her own head all nice and tidy. “Well, of course it does,” she added, being as snappy and sassy as she could.


Then, she just returned to the normal proceedings. There was a lot of quest text delivered by this player character. Blah, blah, she wouldn’t have read most of it anyway. While Cas could lose herself in a well-written fantasy world, in the starting areas she really only wanted to be pointed at whatever she needed to kill/persuade/gather/shear and be done with it.

But hey, role play. The others seemed to be taking it somewhat seriously, so she should do so as well. “Oh, yes, yes, introductions. I am Cassandra. Not the most imaginative name, but it is the truth,” she announced with a shrug, before marking a short little bow. At least she had that part of her character down.


“And I don’t really care how we do this. I mean even if using that crystal causes a dark power to grow within the hatched turkeys that will one day turn them into murderous monsters terrorizing these idyllic fields…..that will only give us a chance to earn money for getting rid of them again, wouldn’t it?” She slightly inclined her head, with a smile. Then, she briefly led a hand to her chin, thinking. “Then again, they might kill the farmers first. Either way, we might possibly want to not stick around for too long after the hatching, just in case. I did make some bad experiences with killer chickens once, would not recommend.”

 

The Yladian ginger crossed his arms and listened as the woman spoke about the magic crystal she had heard so little about. According to her story, it seemed like one group wanted to assure hatching using the crystal, while the others wanted a natural birth. Though, if what they were told was true, it didn't seem like the eggs were going to hatch by regular means at this point.

"I mean.. its a bit unmoral when its their farm and their turkeys.. but you have a point. As long as the job gets done I guess." Jomei was slightly skeptical about the idea. What if the farmers were right, and the crystal would destroy and opportunities to grow crops and animals regularly because of some hex or curse. However, who was he to just walk away from what seemed like an easy quest to complete. "But.. at this point, I really don't see how else we can get those birds to hatch, so lets do it."

The other woman in the group, after placing her hat back on her head and referring to herself as Cassandra, agreed with using the crystal as well.. going as far as the possibly support the idea of the hatchlings becoming monsters themselves as they grew older. Jomei's brows pinched before his hand made its was to the nape of his neck. "I.. guess you have a point there.. A strange one.. but a point nonetheless." he let out a nervous chuckle. Clearing his throat, the man nodded, "Oh, and its nice to meet you both, my name is Jomei."

 

"That's the goal~ Don't be so thrown off by things. They never specified not to use the crystal after all," her eyes caught Jomei's bashful gestures and softened. The least thing she wanted was to make anyone uncomfortable, in general, but thoughts of being freed from the tedious task left her limited to semi-comforting words and nothing else.

"Cassandra? Cute, and not expected," she teased with a playful smirk. The game, or at least their encounter so far, happened to be relatively enjoyable seeing as the most boring task had been bestowed upon her that day. At least now thievery - which would lead to Mastery improvement - and unknown magic were thrown in to mix things up. Cassandra's comments turned Comet's perspective on the strange woman completely around. Now, she saw her in a new light and a positive one at that. "I like your thinking," she nodded in regards to earning even more money if things went wrong as well as getting the hell out of the farm after the job was completed. "Wouldn't demonic turkeys be a cool thing to see, though? It's a good conversation piece," Comet spoke as she led the two towards the back-entrance of the farm. The overall location printed itself within her brain fairly well despite her having been there for only a short amount of time. It was a large house with multiple stories - traditional and beautiful in every way. These farmers seemed to be making a killing. Why not hire help, instead? This thought annoyed Comet upon reaching the backdoor, turning to Jomei and Cassandra.

"It's in the basement in a huge case you really can't miss; it'll be quick and easy. Last time I saw they were in the living room but who knows what these old people do in their free-time. Play board game,s maybe?" she tried for the door, moving slowly, and a satisfying click meant they'd effortlessly broke into the home already. "They hear everything. No joke. But, have bad eyesight so don't be afraid to hide if you make any noise loud enough. Even in plain sight it'd probably be impossible to see you." With the last word she created a small space for the 3 bodies to tightly fit through. The door ceased to squeak - a grin of smugness plastered itself onto Comet's face with the success. Now, they faced the challenged of dangerous wooden floorboards, cluttered furniture, and figuring out how to get to the basement. The last issue easily solvable with Comet's brain. The rest? Not so much, but flexible enough to try.

 

“Heh…heh…” was a quiet, involuntary sound she made to herself. In fact, Cass barely even noticed it. But it was a natural reaction to being called cute like that. It was what she was kind of going for with her whole self-presentation, yes, but it still happened rarely enough that it made her blush lightly and forget about most of what Jomei was saying. For a few moments, she was gone, retreating into herself, though not in fear, before she mentally slapped herself and followed along. Leaving the whole leading thing to someone else felt quite good, actually. A lot less pressure on her shoulders, which was nice. But this woman also had a good enough plan and the best intel. That was not her being lazy or seeking the easy way, this was the most rational thing – which made it all the better.


Still though, she caught herself just in time to deliver one more quip before the serious business would begin. “Yeah, nothing beats starting a conversation ‘yeah, remember that one super easy beginner quest to hatch turkeys. Well, you see, I might have slightly messed that up when I struck a Faustian bargain with the netherworld or whatetver….’.” A light chuckle followed, even though she found that joke a bit weak. It could not be helped though, she needed to routinely bring them and just see which one stuck and which did not. Those that did could stick around, akin to what a wise man once said about bedrooms.


Following that, though, they were facing a stealth mission. That was good. She was a rogue, after all. She would need to practice rogueing. And not writing it rouge. For the time being though, she mostly practiced following – and when the time came to do something herself, she instead fell back on tactics of all things.

Cass tapped Joumei on the shoulder and started to make a couple of hand gestures. Then, she realized that she was not necessarily talking to someone on the Force, and instead went for whispers. “You are an archer, aren’t you? It doesn’t need all of us in there tripping over our feet, but if those people are really as blind as they can hear well, maybe you can create some ruckus on the other end of the house. Some noise that could be caused by a rabid animal pawing on wood or something. Justifiable, but something for them to investigate.”


Whether he agreed or not, she would follow and squeeze through the door with Comet, hoping that this way, they would be able to mitigate the risk without mitigating the reward.

 

The crimson-haired elf could not help but chortle at Cassandra's continued joke about the mutant turkeys they could possibly create with this crystal. A simple comment, he had to admit, but one that did strike his funny bone. "Farmers around here probably wouldn't be too happy with turkey-zilla stoping around their barns... Though it'd make for hell of a story though." he said, looking over to the blonde with a chuckle.

Comet revealed that the all-powerful turkey hatching stone was in the basement of the house. From the tone in her voice, it seemed finding the stone and getting it into their possession was not the toughest part.. Getting there without drawing attention to them was more on her mind. Understanding they would need to be quiet as mice, Jomei nodded and followed after the woman towards the backdoor of the establishment.

Jomei peeked past Comet into the door, trying to get an idea of how they would get to the basement door without making much noise. With a tapping on his shoulder, the man turned to look at Cassandra, who was making random hand gestures at the man. A curious brow slowly rose above his eye, having not the slightest idea what she was trying to tell him. Finally, the blonde had resorted to simply whispering her plan to create a sound as a diversion if need be. Jomei nodded his head with a smirk, "Good idea, Cass. I'll think of something." he spoke in a whisper, placing a gentle gloved hand on her shoulder in appreciation. The man then went to follow the two inside, but then stopped. "Wait. You two get in there and find that crystal, I'll try and stir up some ruckus outside to get their attention."

Stepping away from the door, he watched as Cassandra and Comet slipped inside. The hunter needed to think quick if he was to help them sneak through the house without any problems at all. Going into his inventory, the man looked through the traps he had unlocked with his Hunter mastery. Though Cassandra had suggested using his Archery, his mind had been going on other ideas. Running towards the nearest tree line, Jomei began to set up a simple box to trap an animal with a bit of food. "I gotta time this right if it's gonna help them at all..."

 

She nodded, accepting Jomei's actions to distract the elderly couple. It was a good idea and since the odds of being caught were unknown most likely needed. If nothing happened at all at least a trustworthy backup brewed more confidence for the "mission". Cassandra followed with steps akin to Comet's: light and barely audible if at all. Her mind wondered to the possibility of the blonde having the Rogue mastery like herself, but refrained from allowing the curiosity taking over as that would only lead to unnecessary speech. Hanging onto the question for another time she stopped - the two now fully in the home - and decided to shut the door to leave any traces of their entrance behind. The large kitchen and dining room mixture that the back door led to wasn't as spacious as it could be. Probably because the elderly had overfilled the room with aging trinkets and furniture. Comet face-palmed and found it nearly impossible to crouch so she resorted to utilizing the litheness of her trained body once extremely clumsy. A few times she may or may not have tripped over a curled rug or hit her hip on an awkwardly placed chair or had the desire to go in from behind and simply knock out the two farmers.

The basement's entry lay in a hallway next to the kitchen. She pointed with an index finger to the point and whispered, "You can see the hallway we need to get to from the living room... Not a problem, but don't try to make any noise there." the words were so quiet she could barely hear herself, but believed that Cassandra would be fine if they weren't made out correctly by continuing to follow in her lead. A few cabinets had been left often, pots were settled on a fired-up stove, crooked paintings threatened to fall off the wall at any time; Comet assessed every danger in the room while hardly observing the next: a creepily long hallway with too many doors to count. Her eyes scanned the surrounded, darting back and forth, as she nervously shook despite maintaining that all-too-known "confident" demeanor. She slipped from the kitchen to the hall separated by a thin wall, eyeballing the two that could be seen relaxing in the comfort of their recliners through an opening to the room too close for comfort. However, this watch gave her no warning for the one thing she'd said to look out for herself. A hypocrite by pure accident and without intention the entirety of her body collided with a misplaced wheelchair. Whether Cassandra warned her of it or not Comet wasn't paying attention to anything but those elderly who worried her the most despite most of her mind being on the crystal.

Her long arms reached out but hardly prevented the embarrassing clash, followed by a high-pitched squeak, due to the pink-haired woman's mistake. Wide-eyed, covering her mouth, she stared at Cassandra while shuffling from the living room echoed in her ears. Without another moment of hesitation she turned and scuffled down the hall to escape the possibility of being caught seeing as the two were only divided by poor eyesight and distance from the house's owners. Leaping to her feet when far enough Comet slipped into an open-doored cabinet with an impressive swiftness. An offering for the blonde to climb in by her side would be made, because the elderly were as persistent as the pink-haired woman herself, with cabinet doors closed behind either way. She breathed heavily while relying on Jomei to work his magic so they could get to the basement they were close to.

 

To be fair, most of her time on the job would rather have been spent preventing these kinds of things, rather than facilitating them. Taken at face value and out of context, this did sound kind of bad. Breaking and entering into an old couple’s house – done by someone who apparently had just established a brief, yet good relationship with them – in order to steal something was pretty bad. It was not much helped by the fact that this was a complete betrayal of trust. Cassandra was not the one doing the betrayal, no, but she was definitely an accomplice by now. Even if she did nothing to cause any direct harm from now, she had improved the thieves’ chance of success.


And it honestly did not feel so bad, despite that. This was exciting. In a way that could only happen in a game like this, she was able to experience the thrill of a heist without breaking any laws. Granted, it was slightly undercut by the fact that these NPCs, due to it being a beginner quest, had been handicapped into oblivion. But still, this was something else alright. Cas found herself focused almost entirely on try to not cause a sound, whilst also following, so she did not look much ahead. Instead, she had simply trusted her partner, who seemed more versed in this than she did.


Possibly, that was a bit erroneous. Suddenly there was a somewhat loud noise. Not too loud, no, it was not a crash. But loud enough for the home owners to be alerted nonetheless. Caught completely by surprise, Cass did not know what to make of this at all. Looking for guidance, she turned towards Comet, who was way quicker on her feet. Without question, Cass simply followed and soon found herself perched inside a cabinet with the other.

Who would have guessed that a game engine like this could properly emulate claustrophobic environments? Not that it was debilitating, of course, but being perched into something this narrow and being this close to the other was at the very least a bit distracting.


Cass could not help it. Even though their situation was incredibly precarious – within the bounds of this kind of mission at least – she just had to say something. In the same kind of low whisper, of course, so it should not be too bad. It was barely audible over the breathing that occurred way too close to her, after all. “You know, if you just wanted to get close to me, you could have just asked. No squeaky wheelchairs needed,” she expounded, also hoping that a distraction would come soon. After all, she could hear footsteps coming closer outside.

 

The sound of an animal's yelp nearly masked the sound of the box clamping down on top of his prey. "Yes" he excitedly said with a whisper, slowly crawling over to the sprung trap. The slightly weighted box jerked back and forth, the animal inside obviously bigger than he had originally expected to catch. Lifting himself up into a crouching position, the hunter reached into his pouch to pull out a small bit of food, the same type he used to lure the unknown creature into the trap in the first place.

Lifting the box slightly, Jomei held the food in his palm, letting the beast smell the sliver of meat before eating it from his palm. Jomei recognized the white and orange snout of the creature, realizing it was a small fox. Once it seemed to have calmed down, Jomei lifted the box and quickly took the creature in his arms, before creeping his way back to the front door of the house.

Jomei placed his back against the wall, just under a window and next to the front door. He listened carefully , trying to imagine what was going on inside. Everything seemed quiet, given for casual conversation every few moments between the couple that lived in the house. The fox in Jomei's arms continued too struggle to try and break free, which edged the man to feed it another piece of food to try and calm its nerves. "Come on... where are you guys..." Jomei whispered to himself, before he heard a sound that made everything seem quiet.

It was muffled to Jomei, but he knew that just meant it was on the opposite side of the house. The screeching of something, and the couple who sat just inside heard it too. Jomei could hear one of them questioning, before the second said they would investigate. "Shit.." Jomei cursed under his breath, "Its not or never." Jomei threw one of his arms to the side, grabbing at the knob of the front door and opening it up just enough. The Yladian then let the fox run inside, chaos ensuing. Jomei heard the immediate scream of a female inside, followed by multiple pieces of furniture being moved out of the way, drawing the attention back of the first figure who had left to investigate the original noise.