[Real RP!] - Have Party, Will Travel

((OOC: Okay guys bear with me. I'm soooo sorry Exo that Tali seems to be just getting caught up in the flow here. I'm just trying to get our chars to the rendevouz as quick as possible. But it just won't happen unless Tali gets a few hours sleep at least! *pats Tali*))

Raz stared.

Ryan was being assaulted by a giant ferret.

"Your mount," she said. She turned her unusual eyes on Ryan, then to the ferret, then back to Ryan. "He's cute!" Then she smirked and glanced through the door at Havoc, who was currently curled up on Tali's lap and looking very pleased with himself. "But my cat is cuter."

Grinning, she turned to head back inside. "Hey! Giant ferret mounts, why not? I've seen crazier. Excuse me Tali." Raz lifted her enormous tuxedo cat off of Tali's lap and petted him as she subtly sidled over to the cat carrier in the corner. Deprived of his warm and comfortable lap, Havock mrowed loudly. "Yes, yes, my love, I know, you can sleep on people in a minute okay? Okay, that's my love!" Raz cooed at him like an idiot.

The rest happened in a blur.

Swish went the cat through the air.

Scccccratch went his claws on the sides.

Creak went the door as it swung shut.

"Yes!" went Raz when the tricky procedure had been completed.

"MROOOOOOOW!" went Havoc when he realized he'd been tricked.

Raz slung her bag over her shoulder, containing her clothes, armor, and some ammo. "Okay folks, let's get a move on. Tali, if you ask Ryan, I'm pretty sure he'll let you ride his ferret."

She decided to let Tali figure that out on her own and not elaborate any further. Picking up the cat carrier from which a great deal of cat-bitching was coming from, Raz blew out the candles and assisted Tali out of the house. ("You sure did wash up quick," she muttered.) Then, locking up behind her, Raz took off down the streets, her sword flashing at her hip.

"C'mon guys, this way," Raz called, voice hushed. She led the two down winding alleys and shadowed paths. The moon just peeked over the horizon. After all that had happened, and they were still just a scant two hours past sunset. Plenty of time to get rest before midnight at least.

Eventually, after many crazy twists of back roads and alleys, Raz arrived stopped at a door. There were lights on inside. She knocked on it quietly, "Jazz, it's me."

There was a pause, some heavy footsteps and the door opened. Jazz stood in the doorway, all 6 feet and 5 inches of musician and craftsman. He took one look at Raz with the cat carrier (from which a long cat leg was trying to escape from), the strange-eyed bard, and the giant ferret, and immediately shut the door.

Raz couldn't help it. She leaned against the doorframe and burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Weakly, she rapped on the door again. She knew he would still be standing behind the door, staring at the wood as he tried to make sense of the motley crew before him.

And indeed, the door opened again and this time Raz, still giggling like mad, stepped inside, set the cat carrier down, and hugged him. "Hee hee, it's okay Jazzy, hee, you are not tripping on anything like last time, I swear." Laughing at his wary expression, she kissed him on each cheek then turned to introduce him to the others. "This, (snrk, giggle) is Tali, a powerful mage, and this (hee hee, laugh) is Ryan (chuckle), a bard. They both helped take out the Duke with me today. You should've seen him, he'd gone full-on demonic and (giggle laugh)..."

Jazz was giving her a look. A look that said a great deal.

"Don't you give me a look like that, Jazzy! He'd turned purple and.... had six nipples....."

That was the last straw. Raz collapsed to her knees, laughing helplessly at Jazz's carefully stony expression. She pointed to his face, then to Ryan and Plato and would start all over again. Finally, when she'd forced some measure of control on herself, Jazz said in a bland tone, "Six nipples, huh?"

And that set her off again.

Smirking, Jazz cocked an eyebrow at the group and eyed them all once again. "I take it you can't stay at Raz's because the guards are looking for her."

Raz nodded, still wiping away tears of mirth. She could hardly imagine what Ryan and Tali must be thinking, seeing a battle-hardened super soldier go all gooey and giggling at the mere look from a commoner. She couldn't really care, though. It was too damn funny.

Jazz stepped back, opening the door wider while Raz hobbled inside with Havoc in the carrier. "Well, if Raz trusts you, then I do. But I draw the line at giant ferrets."

Still chuckling to herself, Raz let Havoc out of the carrier. The cat immediately bolted for the kitchen counter where he lurked in a corner, sulking. He'd been here before and knew the place well.

Jazz's place was fairly well-sized, with a decent kitchen and living area that all had some truly beautiful furniture, all of which Jazz had made himself. By applying his craftsman skills for instruments into furniture, each piece had elegant curves and delicate engraving, each looking too delicate to support much weight but was actually incredibly sturdy.

Immediately to the right of the doorway that Jazz held open for a weary Tali, was the workshop door, standing wide open. He'd been working on a harp, and the half-finished pillar lay amidst curls of wood and a chisel on the workbench. Rows of violins and violas hung above the benches on drying racks, letting the glossy varnish dry. A few guitars hung there as well. The scent of fresh wood and varnish wafted from the workshop as Jazz shut the door behind Ryan.

Raz sighed as she set down her bag and stretched, a contented smile on her face. It felt like home.

Chirp! Chirp! Raz turned to see Jazz assist Tali to the large and well-padded couch. The silver enchanted frog she had bought him that morning -- seemed like a lifetime ago -- was riding the curve of his left ear. It almost blended into the studs he wore there but it was happily singing away.

"I can't believe that thing is so vocal," said Raz, stifling a yawn.

Jazz grinned at her as he got a blanket for Tali and handed it to her. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that mage was on her last fumes and needed rest. She'd be sleeping on the very cozy, comfortable couch. "It's great for tuning instruments."

"Mmm," she agreed and smiled as Jazz finally went up to her and pulled her into an embrace, utterly ignoring Ryan in the kitchen behind them.

"Are you okay?" His voice was rough with worry and pitched low so only she could hear.

"I'm fine." She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face deeper into his shoulder. "He's gone, Jazz. Everything's fine." For the first time in weeks, she let herself relax. No where in the world was more peaceful and safe than right here. She didn't want to leave.
 
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Ryan was only too happy to help Tali onto the ferret, who'd calmed down quite a bit from its initial, excitable state at reuniting with his master.

"M'lady, my ferret is at your disposal," he said with a dashing bow and helped Tali into the worn saddle pad of the ferret.

Plato extended a courtesy of doing all his investigative sniffing in less than a minute, snorted sharply in approval, and stood still while she got on his back.

"Gently with our friend Plato, no scampering around like a polecat cub," he warned, and the giant ferret yawned but seemed to understand, because he followed Ryan at a very subdued pace.

When they got to Jazz's place, Ryan proceeded to grin openly for the duration of Raz' laugh-spazz, quite amused at her breaking down. She really was very funny, as was Jazz, and he extended a hearty handshake at the bewildered man.

He told Plato to stay outside and the ferret whined, but planted his bottom on the cobblestone street obediently, and Ryan helped Tali off.

"Pleasure to meet you, mate," he said with the same grin. "You're a very lucky dude," he added nodding to Raz. "And yes, the Duke did in fact have six demonic nipples and the most ridiculous infernal dong I've seen in my career. It was embarrassing, but absolutely worthy of a stupid ballad in the near future!"

One look around the house was enough for Ryan to know that he was standing in the premises of an artisan of musical instruments. He smiled as the pair retreated aside and went about admiring Jazz's work. Yes, beyond doubt Jazz had a lot of talent and care for his work.

Under different circumstances I might be inclined to sit and ask him what he knows of Orpheus Dellatone... but now isn't the time, he thought. I WILL find out more about that damned master and his work...
 
(OOC: No worries, guys. I’ve been busy lately, and I’m never around here much as it is. So any time you feel it necessary to take over my character for a bit only helps me out.)

Tali didn’t have much relocation of what happened on the way to Raz’s friends house. She recalled being picked up and put on a giant ferret that seemed to belong to Ryan. Normally she would have complained, but she was drifting in and out of sleep far too much. Therefore, much of their short journey was spent with Tali sleeping sitting up on the back of a giant ferret. Had she been paying attention or been awake enough to care, she more than likely would have found the entire situation ridiculous.

She snapped awake for a bit on a rather large padded couch. Tali wasn’t sure who put her there, but she didn’t care. However, she was grateful for whoever put her on it. By no means was she awake, just drifting out of sleep just in time to witness Raz stumbling over her words like a giddy schoolgirl. For a brief few seconds, just before she trailed off back to sleep, she couldn’t help but mutter. “Oooh… Raz has a boyfrieenndd…”

With a slight chuckle, she clutched the blanket, turned over, and went back to sleep.
 
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“Oooh… Raz has a boyfrieenndd…”

Raz and Jazz both blushed. "She isn't a mage," Raz grumbled, hiding her face from him. "She's a witch."

Jazz just smiled. He hadn't really known how to reply to Ryan's implication between him and Raz. It just felt akward. So he'd acted as if he hadn't heard, tending to Tali's needs instead. Already the little mage was sleeping. And he doubly had no idea what to say to the 'dong' comment so that just kinda went be the wayside.

But when Ryan turned around to admire the instruments in the workshop, Jazz's eyes widened. He placed an absent kiss just above Raz's ear and went up to Ryan, eyes fixed on the guitar slung to the bard's back.

"Is that a Stratocaster?" he breathed. "It's beautiful. May I?" Jazz gestured to the guitar and tried to keep a beseeching look off his face.

Unnoticed, Havoc slunk off his spot on the counter and went over to Tali. After a few seconds, he started purring loudly and made himself cozy on her lap.

"Little suck-up," Raz muttered.
 
Ryan turned around to look at Jazz--look up, that is, since the artisan was about a head taller than him, just like Raz.

He grinned widely, showing his white little fangs. "Yup, this here's my babygirl~" he said proudly and brought the guitar around to his hands. "You look like you know your way about instruments. Go ahead, try a strum. Just, um, be careful what you play. She likes to turn any little jingle into magic."

He held the guitar out for Jazz to try. Normally he'd never hand his guitar to anyone, but he sorta felt like he owed to Jazz and Razzie and after all, the guy looked like a true admirer of the legend surrounding the Stratocasters.

"Far as I know this little lady is one of Dellatone's true originals. Not like one of those really good but still shitty copies that Count Visberk created like 50 years ago," he shrugged. "Y'know, before he completely lost his marbles and tried to convince everyone that there were little people in everyones' head..."

He leaned against the wall. "I've been trying to piece together Orpheus Dellatone's shit for a while now, but so far all I've stumbled onto is what every bard worth his breeches knows. One of these days though, I'll strike it right and find something..." he muttered, then perked up. "Hey...either of you know where I can get my hands on a Scryglass Mirror?"
 
As Aedan walked through the silver gates leading to the Order of the Radiant Heart HQ, he could feel the disappointment set in, as he knew he had failed in his quest. Still, he had to report to his superior, that way everyone was aware of the situation. He knew that his stay in Castle Morris was longer than anyone had wanted, but he was not sure exactly how long.

"Sorry for the delay, sir."

As his superior looked down on him, Aedan knew that he was gonna hear the wrath for the first time.

"Sorry doesn't excuse the loss of an entire squad, Del Rynn. It also does not excuse the fact that you FAILED your duty to the Order. What say you?"

As Aedan looked up, he could tell that anything he said would just make the situation worse than it already was, so he decided to take a different approach:

"I say nothing. I was held against my will after an ambush, and I was saved by a group unknown to me. If not for my duty, I would have stayed with them."

As soon as he finished, he looked back down to the ground, knowing that he had just borderline talked back to his superior. He had never done this before, so he was a bit nervous with the punishment he would undoubtedly receive.

"Besides the point, you failed, and now you must do another task to atone for it. You must go to Sturmhalten and retrieve an item for me. The item is round and has the carving of a wolf on it. Do this, and your failure will be atoned. Leave us now, and be on your way."

As he finished, the man waved his hand and turned his head. Aedan took that as his cue to leave, and did not even wait for an explanation further into the matter, or if he would be accompanied on this quest. He just knew that the sooner he got to Sturmhalten and did this, the sooner he would be back on good graces with the Order.
 
((OOC: Sorry for long post, I'm just trying to provide humor (sorry couldn't resist the detour for the comedy!) and get our troop moving again! Everyone better get their butts to the gate! PLAYERS! WE ARE LEAVING!))


"Yup, this here's my babygirl~ You look like you know your way about instruments. Go ahead, try a strum. Just, um, be careful what you play. She likes to turn any little jingle into magic."

Jazz handled the guitar like a precious diamond, barely suppressing a purr of delight as he ran his hands over the smooth wood, studying the grain. Raz leaned against a counter and folded her arms over her chest, watching with a small smirk.

Jazz closely inspected the instrument, from knobs to bridge, almost crooning his approval. "Any sound that comes out of this darling would be magical. You say it's a Dellatone?" He whistled, shaking his head in awe. "Incredible. There are so few left, it's like finding a diamond in a latrine."

Again handling the instrument gently (practically fondling the damn thing, Raz thought) he tucked it under one arm, held the neck in the other and struck a major chord. The soft sound rang out in the kitchen, mellow, resonant, and sour. Jazz winced and began picking at the strings until he found the sour one. E-string was out of tune. Jazz whistled low, a perfect and clear E.

The little enchanted silver frog riding on his ear immediately trilled the note with him, exactly matching his note, and continued on even after Jazz had stopped. The craftsman/musician began plucking at the string while turning the knob until it matched the little frog. He struck a major chord again and the frog cut off -- the guitar was perfectly in tune.

He was right. The frog was great for tuning.

Smiling, Jazz began playing a perfect rendition of Classical Gas. Raz was familiar with the song, long one of her favorites, and Jazz played it for her often. The song had always been compelling, made her feet itch to dance, but now it felt even stronger. She actually began to fidget and had to walk across the room to burn off the sudden energy.

Raz was more surprised than anyone when she did a graceful spin halfway, gliding out of it elegantly. She stopped, looking uncertain, hands unconsciously twitching to the beat.

Jazz had his back to her and hadn't seen her spontaneous dance move. Halfway through the song, he abruptly changed tracks and began to play the opening line for Welcome Home (coheed&cambria).

She'd heard this song too -- it particularly appealed to her and she often hummed the melodic line as she waded through a good battle. It was good fight music and listening to it always made her feel a little bloodthirsty. But the more Jazz played, the stronger the feeling grew, vague at first then slowly growing, until she was standing rigid in the kitchen behind him, fists clenched and shaking with contained violence as Jazz went through the solo.

Once again, he changed tracks, and began playing an ancient folk song, Scarborough Fair, a bittersweet and melancholy song about two lovers forever separated by war. Raz had heard it before, of course -- all the dewy-eyed lovers had a 'thing' for requesting it at any kind of event. It's charm had worn off by being overplayed so much, in her opinion, and she always snorted in disgust when she heard it being played these days. Countries with dairy-based economies had less cheese.

Yet when Jazz played it, fingers flying effortlessly over strings, a strange feeling built in her, a sort of sadness and... longing. It hurt, but she could only stare at his back, her vision blurring, as he played the old love song, the feeling rising more and more until she couldn't stand another note. Taking a large step toward him, she hugged him from behind.

Surprised, Jazz's fingers stumbled and he stopped. Raz didn't let go, and instead said to Ryan, her voice slightly muffled, "It is a really amazing guitar, Ryan."

Jazz cleared his throat and handed the guitar back to Ryan. Raz let go of him as he spoke, going over to a rather empty corner of the living room to let down a handmade rope hammock that had been looped over a hook in one of the exposed ceiling beams.

"Thank you for letting me play -- I'm in your debt," said Jazz. "And you're right -- that's definitely a Dellatone. No Visberk repo-crap could hope to sound that good. Trust me, I've had to verify a few instruments, and that is definitely the genuine article." He fixed Ryan with a stern look. "You take care of her." He nodded once, his duty as an artisan done. "Unfortunately, I don't think I could tell a scry-majigger from a teacup. But maybe the mage could help you out.

"As for Dellatone, I actually don't know much beyond your average bard, actually." Jazz scratched his head and smiled a little, embarrassed. "I know more about his instruments than the man. But I think I heard a rumor once that he was rather involved with a very lovely female mage. Ayan, I think her name was. But that's all I can give you. Wish I could've been more help." He was about to say more but interrupted himself with a truly impressive yawn. He looked sheepish. "Um, sorry for keeping you up. That hammock should do you for the night. It's comfortable -- I made it."

Indeed, he had put just as much care into the hammock as it seemed he did everything else he made. It had been woven from a soft, flexible rope with no knots to dig into one's back. When fully laying on it, the sides would curl up around the occupant, almost like a comfortable, swaying tent.

Jazz saw to it that Ryan would be comfortably at rest and retired upstairs where Raz had already vanished to, stifling another yawn. In his room, he kicked off his shoes and turned around to find Raz already sitting on the bed, her hair down and wearing an old shirt of his, two sizes too big. He'd been looking for that shirt.

It looked better on her.

"I got a gift for you," he said, ignoring the part of his mind that seemed to fixate on her shoulder that the neck of the shirt left exposed. Ignoring Raz's tired protests that a gift was utterly unnecessary, he went to the far side of the bed and sat down, then rummaged in the nightstand drawer. After a moment, he produced a small square jewelry box. He drew out a small velvet box and handed it to her. She gave him a reproachful look before accepting it. He busied himself with getting ready for bed when she opened it.

When he stretched out on his side of the bed again (whoa, wait, that sounded weird, his side; technically, the whole thing was still his bed) Raz hadn't moved after opening the box. He fiddled with his pillow and sat up. "You like it?"

"It's beautiful." She took out the necklace -- silver sparkled in the candlelight -- and put it on. The silver pendant was a simple celtic knot style, three interconnecting loops forming a triangle-shaped knot -- A classic love knot. (Image link.)

Then she leaned toward him and kissed him. Though Raz may not have had much practice in the way of relationships, she had a natural talent when it came to kissing. A giddy rush of delight went through him as the kiss went on, making him feel slightly dizzy. A bit more dizzy than he'd known apparently, because when he adjusted his weight to lean a bit more into her, his one hand came down on nothing.

The kiss broke apart as he fell off the side of the bed, eyes wide, expression panicked.

WHAM!

Jazz is a pretty big dude. He may not be a muscled heavyweight, but having more than six feet of man fall straight down 3 feet was nothing to laugh at.

Down below, something broke with a tinkling crash.

"Ow..." he rasped, holding the back of his head.

"Oh dear god, are you okay?" Raz was crouched on the edge of the bed to peer down at him.

"I'm fiiiiine..." he rasped some more. He decided to stay on the floor for a while longer. It was nice down there.

Raz vanished from his view and he closed his eyes. He heard her open the door and shout down the stairs to the others -- nothing could have stayed asleep from that crash. "Don't worry, Jazzy just abused the floor! Go back to sleeeep~!" she said, then shut the door.

"I abused the floor?" He grunted as he hauled himself to the bed again. "The floor just beat my sorry ass."

"You okay?" She slid onto the bed again, trying unsuccessfully to hid her smile.

"Fine, I'm fine." But he checked his hand for blood. None, thankfully.

"Awww," Raz said in sympathy, rubbing his head. "Thank you for my gift. I love it." She gave him another kiss -- on the cheek, much to his dismay -- and they both got comfortable in bed. Raz snuggled up to him, making a comfortable pillow of his shoulder, and they both fell asleep.

***

It felt like she'd only just closed her eyes when the clocktower bell rang 11:30. Raz reluctantly, hatefully, slipped out of bed, loathe to leave the cozy sheets and the even more snuggly Jazz. He woke up, saw her getting dressed, turned a truly brilliant shade of red, and pulled the covers over his head. "Leaving already?" came his muffled voice.

"Yeah. I'm sorry to go, but we can't stay long. Once they figure out that we weren't behind a coup de tat, they'll stop looking for us. But that may take a month or so."

A sigh. "Then I better show you to the door."

She smiled. "Put on a shirt first."

"Wha...?" he voice trailed off as he realized he has quite forgotten to put a shirt on in his distraction while she opened his gift. And then she'd slept half on him for the last few hours without him even noticing. Raz grinned as she almost felt the heat of his blush through the covers and grabbed her pack to rush downstairs, whistling happily.

"UP, UP! TALI, RYAN, LET'S GO!" she said in a hushed roar -- a talent that only really good soldiers and drill sergeants can acquire. She hooked a finger in the weave of the hammock that Ryan slumbered in and smoothly upended him onto the floor. It was only a two inch drop, but it did the job of waking him up. "Rise and shine, cupcake! Time to get your cookies! Let's go!"

She strode over to the couch where Tali slept peacefully and took Havoc off her lap. He meowed impatiently at being removed from his warm and cozy perch. Then she whipped the warm quilt off of Tali. "Come on! Up! We gotta go, the guards will probably still be making their rounds!"

Jazz came down -- wearing a shirt now -- and Raz put Havoc in his arms. "Now you watch him and make sure he stays safe, you hear?"

"Of cou--"

Mrrrrow~ said Havoc.

"Good boy!" Raz scratched Havoc's head, grinning. Then she strode for the back door, to wait there while Tali and Ryan gathered their wits.

Jazz looked dismayed. "Hey!" He followed her.

"Oh come on, Jazz, don't worry! He'll keep you s--"

Raz opened the door and stood staring at a tired-looking guard, fist raised to knock on the door. He had the leash for Ryan's giant ferret in his other hand -- no doubt he'd been about to report ownership of such a strange creature.

They blinked at each other for a second. The the guard's eyes widened and he reached for his whistle.

Raz slapped it out of his hand. "Hey, listen--"

She didn't get a chance to say any more before the guard's mailed fist crashed into her jaw. She stumbled back a step.

Jazz got pissed.

He dropped the cat, who knew when trouble was coming and zoomed into the house. Jazz advanced toward the guard, suddenly appearing much bigger and much more dangerous in his fury. The guard blanched and fumbled for his sword.

Jazz's hands came up into a boxing stance and his right fist lashed out twice, short and powerful jabs to the guard's jaw, then his left fist came up in a tremendous uppercut that lifted the poor guard off his feet.

The guard lay on his back in the alley, staring up at Jazz with crossed eyes for an instant before passing out.

Jazz turned around, saw Ryan and Tali, and instantly came up with a cover story. "Oh my god!" he said, all righteous indignation. "What is the world coming to? Muggers attacking guards in the middle of the night! Thank god I was here to help the poor man! He was so battered up by them he even saw giant ferrets! Can you imagine?"

Then he turned to Raz, all anxious consternation, but she was grinning and dabbing a cut lip. "I'm fine, he was too surprised to do any serious damage. Thanks Jazz." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, cut a glare at Ryan and Tali to quell any smartass comments and checked the alley. "But that means we really need to leave, if they're still searching for us." She turned back to Jazz and suddenly had a hard time speaking. She opened her mouth but no words came out. The words, I love you stuck in her throat. She coughed and said, "See you soon, okay?"

Stupid rough voice. She gave him a quick, fierce hug that he returned, then grabbed her pack and rushed out the door, expecting Ryan and Tali to follow.

As she jogged down the moonlit alley, she fingered the love knot pendant that hung just below the tight feeling in her throat. "I'll be back," she whispered.

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Oddly enough, only Aaron was waiting for them in the shadows near the gate. Being the least used gate, opening up only to wilderness, it was a perfect place to meet up.

And it'd probably be the best place for Berhu to show up, she thought.

"Aaron!" she called. "Anyone else show up yet?"
 
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Ryan grinned widely at Jazz's child-like awe and then his playing and the reactions the music caused. Yup! His babygirl still had it. Dellatone Stratocasters always managed to mesmerize anybody with an inkling of what they could do as well as their looks. The sleek red, white and black laquer, painted with stylized birds and florals made the guitar a sight for sore eyes.

He actually chuckled in a rather pleased manner when Jazz tuned it with the help of that odd little frog, making a note to get one sometime. "Ah, thanks. I didn't have time to tune the poor girl since this whole thing started. I imagine that moron I found playing it got her out of tune."

"It is a really amazing guitar, Ryan."

He then winked at Raz. "Don't I know it. I got guitar from an older bard in a village. Old man didn't know quite what he had there. He was an old cod, big Nord mountain of a man; decided he'd settle down and give his trade up. I played a ditty or two in the local tavern when I was passing through and he started putting me through my paces. He was old school so he didn't quite like my repertoire--apparently the likes of songs that don't require incessant shouting do not sit so well with the northern folk of old..."

He shrugged. "But in the end he gave it to me. Said he liked that I stuck to my guns and played my stuff."

He paused to listen to Jazz about Dellatone. "Ayan. As in "Ayan's Aria" Ayan... blimey," he muttered. "Ayan's Aria is one of the Seven Divine Concertos Dellatone composed. Music that can do big things to the human soul or the world, or so the legends go. Most people you ask will tell you Ayan never existed but this...is interesting news to me. Another clue for me chase down I guess."

"Um, sorry for keeping you up. That hammock should do you for the night. It's comfortable -- I made it."

Ryan eyed the hammock with deep appreciation. "Oh, thank the Muses for you Jazz," he groaned in delight and clapped the artisan on the back. "I haven't slept in something even resembling a proper bed in months. My back's gone all crooked. And don't worry about the scrying. I'll prolly pick something up in Sturmhalten, I know a dude there."

With the two scuttling upstairs to be left to themselves and Tali already asleep with the cat on her for company Ryan propped his guitar against the wall and walked over to the door. He opened it and Plato stuck his head in with a curious expression. Ryan crooned a soothing sound and pushed the inquisitive mustelid out.

"Not tonight buddy, this isn't our digs!" he said lowly. He scratched the ferret behind the ears. "You're gonna have to sleep outside tonight, 'kay? Don't wander off and get your rump in trouble, get it?"

Plato squeaked and mrrr'd lowly. He seemed to understand and curled against the house's wall again to spend the night. Ryan suspected he'd manage to somehow wander off and upset someone's trash-cans again but there was little he could do to stop him. Closing the door again and locking it like Jazz had, Ryan went over to the hammock. He took his cloak off, spread it onto the hammock for extra comfort and took his shirt off. He rarely slept with shirts on to keep them from getting very crumbled and unsightly. A bard always had to look decent if he wanted to be taken seriously.

He plopped into the hammock with a small groan of delight. It was far from perfect, but a million miles of improvement of having to sleep in a smelly, damp and cold cell, chained to the wall in a near-permanent sitting position. He settled in comfortably and yawned viciously. He was about to drift right off when he heard a loud crash from upstairs. His eyes snapped open and he glanced at the stairs, not sure if he ought to rush upstairs to help with a battle...or stay put and let the two lovebirds have fun...

He heard Raz's voice come sailing down the stairs. "Don't worry, Jazzy just abused the floor! Go back to sleeeep~!"

Immediately Ryan burst into a low laugh. "Are you sure that's all? You two might wanna invest into some safety words! Better for all of us!" he called back unceremoniously.

After that, he fell asleep with a smirk on his face. He was gonna like hanging out with Raz--for as long as that lasted, anyway. Companies tended to drift away from him and the trouble he always seemed to wander into.

Hopefully Sturmhalten will give me a peep at Gabe. I wonder what he's doing. I haven't spoken to him in months. He's probably worried sick, poor bastard. I hope he hasn't hauled ass down in Morris to look for me... he thought just before he drifted out of conscious thought.

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Ryan was still savoring the joys of a good, safe night's sleep for a change when the din of Raz' drill-sargeant boom rattled him up.

"UP, UP! TALI, RYAN, LET'S GO!"

"Hu...wha?" he blurted, shaking himself out of slumber but not quite awake yet.

And then he felt himself being turned over and the next thing he knew, he bid the hardwood floor a rough good-morning with a grunt and a cuss that would've burned the ears of even the most foul-mouthed orc. His chin hit the floor fairly hard (he'd taken much harder knocks in his life) and the rest of him got all rattled. Given that he was still recuperating from months of captivity and torture and a very tough battle...that hurt.

He rolled over, sat up and rubbed his chin angrily. "Thor's thunder-cracking cock, woman! Did you have to spill me all over the floor?!"

He grumbled, standing up and swiping his shirt up to get dressed again in shirt and cloak, as he went for the bathroom for a morning wee.

Meanwhile, Plato had sheepishly watched the whole scene with the guard and in the aftermath of it all, he peeked into the door again and gave Jazz a friendly little nuzzle...obviously hoping for some food. Then he cocked his head to the side and chirruped a little.

So when Ryan came out of the bathroom to the scene at the door, he just raised a quirky eyebrow. "They're still looking for us? Great..." he groaned. "Plato, stay outside, we're about to go. I'll get you treats in Sturmhalten!"

He gathered his stuff, slung his guitar over his shoulder and hauled ass after Raz. "Was great meeting you, Jazz, I'll be sure to pay ya another visit when things cool down! See you 'round mate!" he chimed, giving Jazz a pat on the back before he was out the door, with the leash of the ferret in hand.

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On the way to the gate, he eyed up Raz; he could tell she was upset about leaving and felt rather guilty for being the cause of it. He was about to blurt a cheesy apology when he saw none other than Aaron standing at the gate.

He paled a little bit. "Aaron, been waiting long?" he said. "I...was almost certain Ty'd beat us all here. Where the hell is the furball? If he's gotten himself killed..." he grumbled.
 
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It's been about 5 minutes or so after 11:30, Aaron was just staring into the night sky wondering what to do, Before he could think of anything he heard a Voice.

"Aaron! Anyone else show up yet." It was Raz, she looked sleepy still.

"Nah...Not yet.." Just as he said that he heard another familiar voice he looked over and saw that it was Ryan.

"Aaron, been waiting long?"

"No, I was saying goodbye to a Friend for now." He placed the flute back under his shirt.

"I...was almost certain Ty'd beat us all here. Where the hell is the furball? If he's gotten himself killed..."

"Well I figured you'd all be tired after that battle so I didn't expect anyone to get here too early, The Gate here has been quiet all night I'm guessing the guard's are still trying to sort out what happened and how we got in.

Would Explain the lack of security.."

He pushed off the wall and walked over to them.

"Well I guess we'll be going once the others arrive? And where are we going?" He Asked the two since they would know this continent more.
 
Tali was an extremely light sleeper. As such, it took her quite some time to get to sleep that night. Between the sounds of two grown men giggling like school girls due to the sounds of instruments and some loud crash and Raz yelling about it, it took all she could muster for her to stay asleep. However, Tali didn’t mind the giant cat. At least it wasn’t loud and actually provided warmth when she slept. She made some kind of mental note that when she woke up in the morning she was going to make fun of Raz for falling on the floor.

Honestly, one would think for such a big strong warrior that she would have some other talents… such as knowing when to not fall down on floors and wake the entire neighborhood. After a while she did end up falling into a deep sleep. However, it certainly didn’t feel like a long sleep as she was woken up in the morning by Raz; whom of which was being loud… again. “UP, UP! TALI, RYAN, LET’S GO!” That woman had one volume: Loud. “I do not want to get up.” She whispered to herself. Raz more than likely didn’t hear her. Even if she didn’t she wouldn’t be listening.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the warm quilt that once lay on top of her was yanked off. Instantly Tali rolled over to her side and placed her hands in between her legs. “I do not want to…” But after a few seconds she reluctantly got up. Her staff was on the floor next to her couch as she grabbed it and ran her fingers through her hair. It was rather tangled, but a simple spell would fix that. She tapped it on the ground and a light at the tip of the staff came on and then suddenly… her hair was no longer tangled. Not only that, it would protect her hair from moisture so she wouldn’t get any frizzy hair as they traveled!

That’s when she heard a commotion at the door. It was no surprise to Tali that Raz had already punched out the first guard of the day. Then there was a little awkward moment between Raz and Jazz… Raz and Jazz… that sounded funny when she said it in her head. She was going to have to make fun of Raz with it at some point. She followed Raz and Ryan out the door, all the while she kept humming “Raz and Jazz sitting in a tree” under her breath.

When they arrived at the gate, they found Aaron. Tali remembered him being somewhat just above the level of completely useless during the battle. She turned to see Raz, but could see that she was in no mood for any jokes… Most people would have said nothing; Tali, on the other hand, was a sociopath that really never understood most things like that. “Soooo, Raz… did you have fun last night? Were you sitting in a tree, per chance? K-I-S-S-I-N-…” she had almost finished her little song when she left something lick the side of her face. Tali let out a shriek.

A familiar large white polar bear was next to her. “Berhu! Dolle naa lost, utinu en lokirim!” She yelled. Berhu had practically scared her half to death. “I am not a snack, you know?” She patted him on the head as she noticed something between his teeth. From the looks of it, Berhu had gotten into a fight with a dog… and won. “It appears you have already had a snack…” That’s when she remembered a certain beverage that Raz owed her.

“Raz, if I recall correctly, you owe me a drink.” She folded her arms to her chest as she turned to look at Raz. Then she realized that she needed to wipe her face and did just that before returning her arms to her chest. “I am thirsty. However… I am also interested in Aaron’s quarry… where are we going?”
 
As Aedan neared the location, he thought to himself how he would approach it. Knowing the area somewhat well, he remembered a few guys in the Order talk about a gate that hardly got used, and was perfect for getting in. As he approached, he heard a shriek. He stopped where he was briefly and took out his weapon. Once he had it out, he took off at a dead sprint to the source of the noise. When he got there, he saw a small group of people, and what looked like a large animal. He started to charge the animal, only to stop suddenly when he realized that nobody was in danger.

"Shit, I feel stupid."

Aedan kept his weapon out anyway, just in case anything were to happen. He always liked being prepared, and he didn't care what anyone else thought. As he neared the group, he came to a startling conclusion:

"Wait, these aren't people from the Order. What the hell are they doing here?"
 
"My money. Where is it?"

Chigi grabbed his blanket and pulled it up against him, backing up against his dresser. Fancy woodworking, Ty noted. Chigi gulpedand stuttered, "I-I've got it in the safe, like always..."

"Then let's go get it, shall we? I have no need of your services any more, so I'm withdrawing all my assets."

"Y-yeah, sure, let's...go..." Chigi dropped his blanket, and Ty heard something whir through the air. He leaned to the right, and heard the tell-tale thunk of a dagger embedding itself in the desk behind where his heart had been. Chigi yelled out and leapt forward, and the singing of metal on the air told Ty he was coming at him with a blade, and from his right no less. Ty stayed seated, but leaned back to his left and brought his right arm up quickly. His wrist smashed into Chigi's elbow, and in his pain Chigi dropped his dagger. Tysorai grabbed Chigi's wrist and wrenched him around, pulling his arm up behind his back. In the same movement, he drew his own dagger and pressed the blade against Chigi's throat.

"Now really Chigi," Tysorai rumbled mockingly, "I came here in good spirits and graces only to recover what was rightfully mine. You are a banker - you hold my money, but have no claim on it. I did not give you my money, I asked you to hold it for me, as is your job. So come, Chigi, let us go to your safe. I want what's mine."

Tysorai stood, keeping Chigi's arm held firmly behind his back and keeping the dagger pressed against his throat. Tysorai knew where the safe was - he always knew, but he was no sneak thief. He pulled Chigi out into the kitchen and removed his dagger, throwing the banker forward and to the left of the fireplace. "Open the safe, Chigi. I know it's there." Tysorai heard the clicks and turning of the gears as Chigi opened his safe. Tysorai did allow credit where credit was due - for all his backstabbing and corruption and greed, Chigi was an excellent locksmith and tinkerer.

As soon as the safe was opened, Tysorai knew something was wrong. He'd had enough money to fill that safe to the brim, easily enough that at least some of the gems and coin should have been spilling out the side. He grabbed Chigi and pulled him up, snarling as he drew their faces close.

"Where. Is. My. Money."

"I-I-"

Tysorai did not lose his temper, not entirely, but Chigi had fallen foul of one of the few places Tysorai invested himself in: his money. Everything that he had worked for was now missing.

Tysorai threw Chigi across the room, and the fat banker stumbled into his table and fell across it. Tysorai stalked forward, menacing Chigi with his imposing figure. "Where is my money, Chigi?" he growled.

Chigi's hand closed around a steak knife on the table and he lunged at Tysorai. Tysorai caught the wrist and with a quick twist, broke it. Chigi cried out in pain and dropped the knife, but Tysorai did not let his arm go. Instead, he squeezed tighter, and Chigi's legs went limp beneath him, his body sagging as he cried out in pain. Tysorai grabbed Chigi's throat with his other claw and lifted Chigi up off the ground. "You don't mess with my money, Chigi," Tysorai growled. "Where is it?"

"I-I dunno-agh!" Chigi cried out as Tysorai threw him back against a wall, then jumped forward and pinned his neck there with his claws.

"Wrong answer! Where is my money?!"

"I - acckkk - I don't know..."

"You have five seconds to tell me what you did with my money, Chigi..." Tysorai said, "And if you don't, you'll be begging for me to kill you like I did Cesare's banker. So talk!"

"No, wait! Wait! I used it to buy a new safe and supplies for locks - agh!"

Tysorai tightened his grip and Chigi's voice gurgled into silence. "You are a terrible liar, Chigi. The world's best safe and lock don't cost half as much as I left in that safe, and there's none left...so where is it?"

"P-please..."

"Please what? Spare you? Years of work, of saving, of scrounging, of gathering together every spare coin I could...gone. Why should you live when you so obviously are prepared to steal that from others which you have no claim to?"

"B-but..."

"NO!" Tysorai roared. Chigi whimpered and fell silent. "No buts, Chigi. We had an agreement. We had a deal. Now either you tell me what you did with this money, or you will scream long and loud as I eat you alive. Or perhaps I'll turn you into a werewolf, and delight in the pain you experience every time you transform at a full moon."

"No! Please! I-I'll tell you!"

"Then speak!"

Chigi whimpered as he cradled his broken wrist. "There was a travelling merchant here from Sturmhalten, and I owed him money...I tried to bet my way through, bet him more than I had that I could beat him in 43, the card game, but..."

"You lost."

"He cheated! He had cards hidden under the table or something, but nobody could see it! I just know he had a card hidden! Urgh!" Chigi was silenced as Tysorai's claws tightened around his neck again.

"So you bet my money...and you thought you could get away with it?"

"I was going to pay you back everything, honest!"

"And that's why you tried to kill me. You know that you can't pay back the amount of money I had. It's not widely known, but I'm amongst the richest men in the world right now. Or I was. And you could never pay me back what I had saved. Where is the merchant?"

"He's probably in Sturmhalten by - Agh!"

Tysorai threw Chigi back into the hall, and the banker stumbled and fell, landing on his back wrist. Tysorai walked past him and opened the door past the hallway. Before he walked out, he turned slightly so that Chigi would be sure to hear him. "You owe me Chigi...and I will collect once I've gotten all my money back. I don't know what you owe me yet, but if you don't have it by the time I get back, you'll wish that I'd killed you here and now. Get that wrist splinted. You may want to practice your throws...because mine won't miss." With that, Tysorai closed the door behind him, leaving his ex-banker lying in a mess on the floor.

Tysorai leapt up into the air and grabbed onto a ledge, then launched himself up the wall onto the roof. He landed quietly, barely disturbing a shingle. His rage felt insatiable. Chigi had wronged him, and in the most fatal way. He had stolen from Tysorai.

Tysorai turned his rage into focus, and tried to pick up Ryan's scent. It wasn't long before he caught a whiff of that ferrous smell, and he dashed off over the rooftops, his claws pounding the shingles on the rooftops.

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Tysorai landed silently in the shadows behind Aaron, and he folded his cloak about him. He'd arrived just in time to hear Ryan say, "I...was almost certain Ty'd beat us all here. Where the hell is the furball? If he's gotten himself killed..."

Tysorai decided to wait a moment longer. Sure enough, several members of the party had assembled. Ryan, Raz, Tali, a steel-clad paladin, some giant furry thing (a ferret, if Tysorai's nose was to be trusted), and Aaron. Tysorai inwardly groaned. Was this to be who he would 'cooperate' with? Ryan he could handle, as they'd been on 'adventures' before; Raz was also manageable, though Tysorai knew little about her. Tali he knew next to nothing about, and Aaron...he already felt he knew more than he ever wanted, sparse though that knowledge was.

Tysorai waited a few more moments for the conversation to die down - well, not conversation exactly; more like "questionation" - then materialized out of the shadows behind Aaron and said, "We're going to Strumhalten. Ryan can give you the 'main' reason...I'm going because Chigi gave my money to somebody, and that somebody was from Sturmhalten. Nobody steals my money." He sniffed, then jerked a thumb in the direction of the giant ferret. "Who is this?"
 
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Ryan was about to mutter something about miscommunication and nooblet paladins when he saw Aedan, but Ty popping out of nowhere made him hush. He then blurted a very vulgar Northern Elven expression and walking over, clapped his hand on Ty's shoulder a couple of times. It was enough to show the bard was glad to see his lycan friend in one piece.

"You're fuming again. Do you ever have a good day?" he just asked. "And this," he added, jabbing a thumb towards the bear-sized ferret. "Is my mount, Plato. He's a giant ferret--legacy of one of Bombastus' experiments. He's harmless, just hyperactive."

Plato was presently sniffing Berhu tentatively from a safe distance, when his ears pricked up at the mention of his name and he turned his attention to Ty, running his inquisitive nose all over the lycan's form. He chirruped and growled a little and wiggled his tail a bit before Ryan nudged him back.

"Anyway, Aedan, I can see you over there, why don't you come on over. I guess even newbie paladins have a right to be afraid of big demons but whatever," he added coolly. "Anyway, the reason we're all heading to Sturmhalten is...sadly, although we rid Morris of a crazy-ass warlock, not everyone in the Duchy's happy. And a lotta people have been misinformed about what we did."

He sighed. "So yeah, we're not exactly welcome right around here. We're heading to Sturmhalten because it's the safest place to head to from here. I know a guy there who can get us passage to Valentia fairly quickly and safely. If we get to the capital and get some word in with the king, we should have this shitfest cleared up and ensure no moron puts a bounty on our heads."
 
"I see you still haven't purged that mouth of its dirt," Tysorai quipped, but otherwise showed no reaction to Ryan's vulgarity. "And yes, I can have 'good' days, or days where my sanity isn't threatened, but they are never days where you and I accompany one another. It's just this effect that you have on my life." Tysorai 'looked' towards Plato and sniffed. Definitely a ferret. And if he was Ryan's steed...

"Oh gods, you want me to ride that thing..."

Tysorai shuddered. He hated riding anything. When he was moving and his footpaws weren't touching ground, he didn't trust anything else. A lot of his ability to perceive things others didn't was in the vibrations on the ground - hence why he went bare-footpawed...

Wait a minute, Ty thought. What in the hell is wrong with barefoot? Why does it always have to be 'footpaw'? Just because I walk digitigrade?

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Jon: No, it's because your body is arguably more wolf than human. Humans 'technically' also have paws because they're animals like everyone else, but their society hasn't named them as such and so they do not call them that. You, however, are beyond human, elven, and other societies - you are your own creature, a creature whose appearance and personality very much mimics a wolf predator. Wolves have paws. Ergo, you have paws. And I need to differentiate between your footpaws and your 'hand' paws (which I just call paws, or claws because of your awesomely sharp claws). It's not about digitigrade; otters and weasels other mustelids can (not necessarily do, but can) walk pedigrade, but their footpaws are still called footpaws, or hindpaws, or what have you. Ergo: paws.

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Ty mentally sighed. You really felt the need to go that in-depth, did you?

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Jon: This RP has to be self-aware somehow, right? Besides, it's fun to peeve you off in the middle of a post :P

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Tysorai visibly sighed this time. Why can't I have a day where events do not work against me to drive me insane? But getting back to the post...

Tysorai shuddered visibly. The thought of riding that massive mustelid was particularly petrifying.

Then Plato came up and sniffed Tysorai, as if he were a dog sniffing a new toy. When he came near Tysorai's tail, Ty quickly snatched it away and growled, "Do you mind? What is it with animals, always sniffing other creature's arses..."
 
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"Anyway, Aedan, I can see you over there, why don't you come on over. I guess even newbie paladins have a right to be afraid of big demons but whatever. Anyway, the reason we're all heading to Sturmhalten is...sadly, although we rid Morris of a crazy-ass warlock, not everyone in the Duchy's happy. And a lotta people have been misinformed about what we did."

As Aedan looked at the group, he couldn't help but wonder how much they would be willing to help him in his quest, even if he asked them. Still, he didn't see any harm in asking, since they DID save his ass.

"Yeah, I've got a bit of a problem of my own here. I'm supposed to find this stupid thing for the Order, and since you guys have already helped me once, I figured maybe you could help me again."

He chose to ignore the comment about him being a newbie. He was already in bad with his own people, he didn't want to make it worse with these people, too.
 
Tali was still somewhat tired as Ty came out of the shadows. She hadn’t jumped or anything, she simply wondered why some people went through the trouble of making themselves appear tough or mysterious when it was completely unnecessary. From what he said, they were going to Sturmhalten because someone stole his money. He didn’t seem rather pleased by it. Of course, Tali wouldn’t be very pleased by it.

Ryan then pointed out Aedan, and Tali turned around. Aedan wore a rather large set of armor, and for some reason he had his weapon drawn. Behind her back, Tali had a lightning spell charged just in case. After all, in the past night anything could have happened. She wasn’t going to take any chances. If he made one move out of line she was going to fry him. All of that pretty armor of his would only serve as a conduit.

Once again, Ryan started explaining things. Sturmhalten was supposed to be safer. Somehow, she doubted that, but anything was better than being stuck here. It seemed as if a guard could pop around the corner at any moment. But from there, they could go to the capital and gets things sorted out and taken care of. She rather liked that. While she wasn’t ashamed or scared of having a bounty on her head, she still didn’t like having one. So if they could get out of this whole thing without a bounty, it would be excellent.

At that point, Tali zoned out. She wasn’t exactly contributing much to the conversation, so she simply started thinking about things. All the while she continued to hold the lightning spell charged behind her back. Her thoughts were interrupted when the Paladin walked up to them and started speaking. It turned out that even he was having trouble. Still… Tali wasn’t going to take her chances. On the other hand… she was getting a little impatient.

“When can we leave? The longer we are here the longer we are in danger. Anyone that is currently missing can find us on their own. I would rather like to avoid getting caught and living in a prison cell.” She glanced at Ryan for a brief second. The last thing she would want is to end up like him where he was quite possibly… She shuddered at the mere thought. Tali was so little and if not for her magic, completely useless. There were even certain bracelets which blocked all magic if placed upon the magic user. If one was ever placed on her… she wouldn’t like it at all.

She got back on mental track after shivering again. “As I was saying, we need to go. I could not care less for anyone we leave behind.”
 
(( XD Jon, you scare me sometimes. I'm tempted to mimic you, but if I start talking with Ryan it'll all devolve very quickly into an insult-fest as this pesky bard of mine will go out of his way to get under my skin and make me throw a tantrum. ))

Ryan grinned at Ty in a teasing manner. "Probably because like yours truly, Plato knows a good ass when he sees it," he chuckled. "Anyway, you're lucky. Plato seems to like you."

He gave the ferret a little scruff and told him to sit. "Anyway Ty, drop that Wind Door now, I know Whitey's gonna show up as soon as I insult him," he scoffed.

"So Aedan...what kinda problem do you have, exactly? You've been chucked on a fetch-quest?" he chortled. "Those are never fun. Not sure where you have to get to, but we're all heading to Sturmhalten. Should be way cooler than sticking around here for the time being..."
 
“Soooo, Raz… did you have fun last night? Were you sitting in a tree, per chance? K-I-S-S-I-N-…”

Raz managed to dredge up a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall in a decidedly confident manner. "No," she said. "We were sitting in a bed." But the smirk faded even after Berhu assaulted his owner.

“Raz, if I recall correctly, you owe me a drink.”

The smile came back on. "I haven't forgotten, keep your panties on. That is if.... mages wear panties. Was never really clear on that one."

As the rest of the group (rather conveniently) came together five minutes before midnight, Raz stood quietly as Ryan exuberantly greeted his friend, teased the paladin, in defended Plato's honor. Usually, she'd be right in on the banter, but for some reason the one-liners just weren't coming to her tonight. Probably because of the scratch on her arm -- a bleeder wound for a super soldier, lots of blood, little damage, but it ached nonetheless. And it had been a long night. Yeah. She was tired, is all.

Tired.

She fingered the love-knot pendant.

"Tali's right," she said, finally breaking into the conversation. "The sooner we get going, the better. So come on Ty." She turned to the werewolf. "Let's get on with the flash 'n trash, shall we? Or do you need a catnap first?"
 
"So Aedan...what kinda problem do you have, exactly? You've been chucked on a fetch-quest? Those are never fun. Not sure where you have to get to, but we're all heading to Sturmhalten. Should be way cooler than sticking around here for the time being..."

"Yeah, trust me, I'd rather be doing something else than this stupid fetch-quest, but I'm stuck doing it. Luckily for me, I need to go where you guys are headed, so it works out enough."

Aedan was kinda surprised that they even said anything, since they hadn't worked together that long. Still, he thought, it's better than having to do this by myself, even if they don't help directly.

"So, what are you guys headed out that way for?"
 
Ty turned his 'gaze' towards Raz, snorting derisively. "Just because you're a friend of Ryan's does not put you off-limits. Even he isn't off-limits, so don't try your luck." Tysorai reached into his pocket, feeling around carefully, well aware that-

Dammit, if you start making innuendos, I will come out of this RP and strangle you!

Erm...aware that everybody was waiting on him. Yeah, that's it...

Better.

Once Tysorai's finger brushed the round coin-like object, he quickly grabbed it and yanked it out of his pocket, tossing it on the ground and saying, "Sturmhalten, southern plains." As soon as the coin chinked on the ground, the wind began to pick up. Soon it was galing around them, though not enough to cause too much disruption. Over the wind, Tysorai said, "This will take us to the plains just south of Sturmhalten. It wouldn't be a very good idea to use this in the middle of a city, as we are so foolishly doing right now. These aren't particularly quiet items, these Doors of Wind, so the fewer people we wake up, the better our chances of doing what we need to do without too much interference. I hear there's a necromancer of some sort about, too, so let's keep our wits about us, got it? The fewer dead bodies, the better..."

Tysorai walked through the Door of Wind and felt his footpaw-

Again with the footpaws! What is it with you furries?

touch firm ground.

Until the other one stepped in something slimy, that is.

Tysorai jumped to the side, only to land in another slime puddle. Only this time he heard a moan, followed by the ever so stereotypical wail of "Brains..."

"Brains!"

"Brians!"

The moaning stopped a moment, at which point the "Brians" moaner said, "What? I'm shambling, falling apart at the seams! So sue me if I mis-read my cue..."

Tysorai groaned and shivered. He didn't like where this was going...and he wanted his damn money!
 
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