The Sour Noize Bar and Inn
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Galiavan 2657 :: Scardia Region :: Scardia :: Sournois
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The Sour Noize Bar and Inn
From the outside it looks dirty, cheerless and horrible. Small stones and hardwooden tree trunks make up most of the building's outer structure.
It's hard to see through the dirty windows, but the ominous atmosphere from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the heavy, wooden door, you're welcomed by aromas of what's probably food, hopefully and watching eyes.
The bartender is talking to a customer and makes no effort to acknowledge your pressence.
It's as horrible inside as it is on the outside. Rounded, wooden beams support the upper floor and the large, molten candles attached to them. The walls are littered with all sorts of memorabilia, many of which have become unrecognizable due to dust, cobwebs and other dirt.
The tavern itself is almost completely abanonded. The few people inside probably work less honorable operations, but whoever they are, you hope they'll leave you alone, just like you're leaving them alone.
You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's infamous for something, but for the life of you you can't remember what for. Though juding by everything in this place, it must be something horrifying.
___
(from here)
Vern entered with the woman in his arms, this place was the only place that still looked open and willing to take some Gilex off any fool who dared enter... and from the look of things, they needed it. He took a glance around, and could smell an old Scardian pot dish being boiled... and somewhere in the mix someone was also boiling their stockings. It made him grimace, and he was glad he wasn't hungry. Yet... he couldn't help but admire the dirt and grime somewhat. It reminded him of a place he once had in Izhevesk, after grandpa left him. "Heh, looks like home." He walked over to the counter, the few occupants within staring at the exotic beauty in his arms. "Hey, I'm taking one of your rooms..." he asked the barman, who looked over at him with a raised brow.
"Shh... the little one here's all tuckered out." Vern winked. The barman shrugged, and pointed to the sign that listed the room pricing, and as Vern dropped a crisp 1000 Gilex bill on the counter, the man returned with a key. "Keep the change, we weren't here and you never seen us." He added. The barman smirked. "Oh, what was that? I thought I heard someone ask me which room was empty... I'd have said Room 202, but... alas, these eyes and ears seemed to have failed me, twas only the wind." He chuckled, pocketing the cash and left Vern to his devices.
Vern took the key, and headed up the creaking wooden steps to the second floor. The room in question wasn't too far, and he managed to unlock it while being mindful of the woman nuzzled against his shoulder. He opened the door and took a look around. Even in the pitch blackness, his animal awareness allowed him to see the large double bed, the quilt which adorned it, the closet, the bow window looking out into the muddy street below, shelves and vanities. There was no television or outlets, oil lamps and lanterns in this very poor village it seemed. "Oh even more like home," he chuckled, bringing her over to the bed, pausing. "Hmm... those wet clothes would be bothersome, dont need to stir up the mold this mattress probably has anyway." He chuckled, half joking to himself. He brought the woman to the ajoined bathroom, and stripped her of her clothes while she lay in the tub. "Besides, she doesn't need to catch cold now either." He tells himself, all the while anyone could see how perverse the wolf was. He undid her kimono and cape, but left her undergarments on to avoid another lawsuit.
He was very... impressed by her assets, her features. She was definitely a warrior sort, with her imposing muscles and scars. He found some interesting weapons on her as well... an old pistol that even the Gunslinger's wouldn't use, a dragon cannon thing, chains, hooks, claws... there was the sword she had as well, and he took a look at the blade after laying her naked form (he decided to remove her sarashi and fundoshi anyway), wrapped up in the quilt. It was old... nicked here and there, but repaired several times. A craftsman of high esteem. "I've seen this sword..." he blinked, unable to remember where... but the cartouche was undeniably ancient Beijionese, and it was something he'd seen on the crests of one of the old houses of Beijio... He slid the blade back into the sheath, and set it away from the woman... but in her sights. He removed his own clothes, and decided to do something that he hadn't done in a few months. Channeling the beast within him... his body became more furrier, his limbs changing shape, and soon he was on all fours... panting. A large, silver haired wolf with red eyes glanced back to the bed. Unlike his true werewolf form which would break the floor and bed... the upper floor of this place, this form allowed him some leeway. He hopped up on the bed, and curled into a ball ontop of Reizei, his fur keeping her warm all the while.
When morning light shined through the windows, Vern awoke, yawned and shook his coat before he stretched... soon aware the woman's arm was around him. He panted happily, before pulling himself out of the loose embrace and hopped out of bed. Within moments of his paws touching the floor, his human form shifted back, and his hands and feet back to normal. His body creaked, and he stood up stretching normally, naked as a babe. He turned to face the woman in bed, his long hair hanging off his shoulders. "Still not up, eh? Heh..." he shrugged, his ripped muscle stretched as he did. "Well... I'll give ya a few more hours. If you don't wake up by then... I'll see if this place has something that at least resembles a physician." He chuckled, and entered the bathroom to take a shower.
It's hard to see through the dirty windows, but the ominous atmosphere from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the heavy, wooden door, you're welcomed by aromas of what's probably food, hopefully and watching eyes.
The bartender is talking to a customer and makes no effort to acknowledge your pressence.
It's as horrible inside as it is on the outside. Rounded, wooden beams support the upper floor and the large, molten candles attached to them. The walls are littered with all sorts of memorabilia, many of which have become unrecognizable due to dust, cobwebs and other dirt.
The tavern itself is almost completely abanonded. The few people inside probably work less honorable operations, but whoever they are, you hope they'll leave you alone, just like you're leaving them alone.
You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's infamous for something, but for the life of you you can't remember what for. Though juding by everything in this place, it must be something horrifying.
___
(from here)
Vern entered with the woman in his arms, this place was the only place that still looked open and willing to take some Gilex off any fool who dared enter... and from the look of things, they needed it. He took a glance around, and could smell an old Scardian pot dish being boiled... and somewhere in the mix someone was also boiling their stockings. It made him grimace, and he was glad he wasn't hungry. Yet... he couldn't help but admire the dirt and grime somewhat. It reminded him of a place he once had in Izhevesk, after grandpa left him. "Heh, looks like home." He walked over to the counter, the few occupants within staring at the exotic beauty in his arms. "Hey, I'm taking one of your rooms..." he asked the barman, who looked over at him with a raised brow.
"Shh... the little one here's all tuckered out." Vern winked. The barman shrugged, and pointed to the sign that listed the room pricing, and as Vern dropped a crisp 1000 Gilex bill on the counter, the man returned with a key. "Keep the change, we weren't here and you never seen us." He added. The barman smirked. "Oh, what was that? I thought I heard someone ask me which room was empty... I'd have said Room 202, but... alas, these eyes and ears seemed to have failed me, twas only the wind." He chuckled, pocketing the cash and left Vern to his devices.
Vern took the key, and headed up the creaking wooden steps to the second floor. The room in question wasn't too far, and he managed to unlock it while being mindful of the woman nuzzled against his shoulder. He opened the door and took a look around. Even in the pitch blackness, his animal awareness allowed him to see the large double bed, the quilt which adorned it, the closet, the bow window looking out into the muddy street below, shelves and vanities. There was no television or outlets, oil lamps and lanterns in this very poor village it seemed. "Oh even more like home," he chuckled, bringing her over to the bed, pausing. "Hmm... those wet clothes would be bothersome, dont need to stir up the mold this mattress probably has anyway." He chuckled, half joking to himself. He brought the woman to the ajoined bathroom, and stripped her of her clothes while she lay in the tub. "Besides, she doesn't need to catch cold now either." He tells himself, all the while anyone could see how perverse the wolf was. He undid her kimono and cape, but left her undergarments on to avoid another lawsuit.
He was very... impressed by her assets, her features. She was definitely a warrior sort, with her imposing muscles and scars. He found some interesting weapons on her as well... an old pistol that even the Gunslinger's wouldn't use, a dragon cannon thing, chains, hooks, claws... there was the sword she had as well, and he took a look at the blade after laying her naked form (he decided to remove her sarashi and fundoshi anyway), wrapped up in the quilt. It was old... nicked here and there, but repaired several times. A craftsman of high esteem. "I've seen this sword..." he blinked, unable to remember where... but the cartouche was undeniably ancient Beijionese, and it was something he'd seen on the crests of one of the old houses of Beijio... He slid the blade back into the sheath, and set it away from the woman... but in her sights. He removed his own clothes, and decided to do something that he hadn't done in a few months. Channeling the beast within him... his body became more furrier, his limbs changing shape, and soon he was on all fours... panting. A large, silver haired wolf with red eyes glanced back to the bed. Unlike his true werewolf form which would break the floor and bed... the upper floor of this place, this form allowed him some leeway. He hopped up on the bed, and curled into a ball ontop of Reizei, his fur keeping her warm all the while.
When morning light shined through the windows, Vern awoke, yawned and shook his coat before he stretched... soon aware the woman's arm was around him. He panted happily, before pulling himself out of the loose embrace and hopped out of bed. Within moments of his paws touching the floor, his human form shifted back, and his hands and feet back to normal. His body creaked, and he stood up stretching normally, naked as a babe. He turned to face the woman in bed, his long hair hanging off his shoulders. "Still not up, eh? Heh..." he shrugged, his ripped muscle stretched as he did. "Well... I'll give ya a few more hours. If you don't wake up by then... I'll see if this place has something that at least resembles a physician." He chuckled, and entered the bathroom to take a shower.
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Re: The Sour Noize Bar and Inn
Vern Silverfallow wrote:From the outside it looks dirty, cheerless and horrible. Small stones and hardwooden tree trunks make up most of the building's outer structure.
It's hard to see through the dirty windows, but the ominous atmosphere from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the heavy, wooden door, you're welcomed by aromas of what's probably food, hopefully and watching eyes.
The bartender is talking to a customer and makes no effort to acknowledge your pressence.
It's as horrible inside as it is on the outside. Rounded, wooden beams support the upper floor and the large, molten candles attached to them. The walls are littered with all sorts of memorabilia, many of which have become unrecognizable due to dust, cobwebs and other dirt.
The tavern itself is almost completely abanonded. The few people inside probably work less honorable operations, but whoever they are, you hope they'll leave you alone, just like you're leaving them alone.
You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's infamous for something, but for the life of you you can't remember what for. Though juding by everything in this place, it must be something horrifying.
___
(from here)
Vern entered with the woman in his arms, this place was the only place that still looked open and willing to take some Gilex off any fool who dared enter... and from the look of things, they needed it. He took a glance around, and could smell an old Scardian pot dish being boiled... and somewhere in the mix someone was also boiling their stockings. It made him grimace, and he was glad he wasn't hungry. Yet... he couldn't help but admire the dirt and grime somewhat. It reminded him of a place he once had in Izhevesk, after grandpa left him. "Heh, looks like home." He walked over to the counter, the few occupants within staring at the exotic beauty in his arms. "Hey, I'm taking one of your rooms..." he asked the barman, who looked over at him with a raised brow.
"Shh... the little one here's all tuckered out." Vern winked. The barman shrugged, and pointed to the sign that listed the room pricing, and as Vern dropped a crisp 1000 Gilex bill on the counter, the man returned with a key. "Keep the change, we weren't here and you never seen us." He added. The barman smirked. "Oh, what was that? I thought I heard someone ask me which room was empty... I'd have said Room 202, but... alas, these eyes and ears seemed to have failed me, twas only the wind." He chuckled, pocketing the cash and left Vern to his devices.
Vern took the key, and headed up the creaking wooden steps to the second floor. The room in question wasn't too far, and he managed to unlock it while being mindful of the woman nuzzled against his shoulder. He opened the door and took a look around. Even in the pitch blackness, his animal awareness allowed him to see the large double bed, the quilt which adorned it, the closet, the bow window looking out into the muddy street below, shelves and vanities. There was no television or outlets, oil lamps and lanterns in this very poor village it seemed. "Oh even more like home," he chuckled, bringing her over to the bed, pausing. "Hmm... those wet clothes would be bothersome, dont need to stir up the mold this mattress probably has anyway." He chuckled, half joking to himself. He brought the woman to the ajoined bathroom, and stripped her of her clothes while she lay in the tub. "Besides, she doesn't need to catch cold now either." He tells himself, all the while anyone could see how perverse the wolf was. He undid her kimono and cape, but left her undergarments on to avoid another lawsuit.
He was very... impressed by her assets, her features. She was definitely a warrior sort, with her imposing muscles and scars. He found some interesting weapons on her as well... an old pistol that even the Gunslinger's wouldn't use, a dragon cannon thing, chains, hooks, claws... there was the sword she had as well, and he took a look at the blade after laying her naked form (he decided to remove her sarashi and fundoshi anyway), wrapped up in the quilt. It was old... nicked here and there, but repaired several times. A craftsman of high esteem. "I've seen this sword..." he blinked, unable to remember where... but the cartouche was undeniably ancient Beijionese, and it was something he'd seen on the crests of one of the old houses of Beijio... He slid the blade back into the sheath, and set it away from the woman... but in her sights. He removed his own clothes, and decided to do something that he hadn't done in a few months. Channeling the beast within him... his body became more furrier, his limbs changing shape, and soon he was on all fours... panting. A large, silver haired wolf with red eyes glanced back to the bed. Unlike his true werewolf form which would break the floor and bed... the upper floor of this place, this form allowed him some leeway. He hopped up on the bed, and curled into a ball ontop of Reizei, his fur keeping her warm all the while.
When morning light shined through the windows, Vern awoke, yawned and shook his coat before he stretched... soon aware the woman's arm was around him. He panted happily, before pulling himself out of the loose embrace and hopped out of bed. Within moments of his paws touching the floor, his human form shifted back, and his hands and feet back to normal. His body creaked, and he stood up stretching normally, naked as a babe. He turned to face the woman in bed, his long hair hanging off his shoulders. "Still not up, eh? Heh..." he shrugged, his ripped muscle stretched as he did. "Well... I'll give ya a few more hours. If you don't wake up by then... I'll see if this place has something that at least resembles a physician." He chuckled, and entered the bathroom to take a shower.
Odd dreams disturbed Reizei while she lay indisposed. Memories of being trained by her father, Gohei, and her mother, Tsuno. Both were the 'arms' of Wraith Reagent Dao Lo Fan, and they were a ruthless trio to be had. There was only one law obeyed above all lessons and teachings taught in the house of Reizei, the official protectors of the Wraith Reagents: Survival of the fittest. Odd, for a family who protected someone over their own lives, it was grounded into their lineage since the first of their clan, Genjuro Reizei. He came from 'outside the fog barrier', from a mythical land known as the Beijionese Empire. He was like a king, and he was betrayed, losing a woman who was rightfully his over a brat or so the story was told, other times it was a rat. In either case, he was betrayed by his people and her, a lady Busujima or so it was said, and in a great war in the islands outside the barrier, found himself on Gendoshima. It was said he was found by the Wraith Reagent Yao Zhong the Great, a man who was one of the first Wraith Reagents who, with the aid of Genjuro, became a very powerful warlord and brought a golden age to Gendoshima. They owed the Wraith Reagent their lives, they were attached to them for they were their survival. You either live and get the pot of gold, or you die and become food for the worms. Her father had been killed and eaten by one of those Jagras dragons when she was still in training, so she and her mother had to pick up the slack. When her mother died with the Reagent during the upheaval caused by Harada, Tsujino alone had survived, and like those before her, pledged her allegiance to the Reagent. There were no tears for either of her lost parents. They did not meet to the rules of Genjuro Reizei; they were not fit to live, so they died. When Harada got ousted, she did the same to Fa Dao; they may be bound to serve the Wraith Reagent, but as a Reizei, the only one you should be loyal to was yourself. There could be many Wraith Reagents, but only one you. Survival of the fittest, ensure your own safety above even the lord you are defending.
She lived by that creed, and Fa Dao seemed to enjoy it, as long as she remained in his service and didn't do anything too rash, she was his toy to play with, bend and rend. She wanted to kill him, but in doing so would kill her livelyhood, and her survival. In an odd twist, Genjuro's rules in a way still safeguarded the Wraith's survival as well... she couldn't touch him, or risk being killed outright.. but the loophole was she couldn't readily defend herself either to him, or his sadistic advances. She hoped someone would step in, kill the smug bastard, she'd hand them the damn keys to his chambers... she had once... but lost her sword arm for it when the plot failed. He took it out on her, though he had no proof she was the culprit, he could still punish her for failure. This excuse plus his lecherous tendencies made her existence in Gendoshima a living hell. She couldn't even kill herself without disobeying her family's creed, nor did she want to die... but there had to be an alternative than being Reizei the Crimson, hand of Fa Dao the bastard Wraith Reagent of Gendoshima.
"You either live, or you die...kill or be killed. If you see weakness, strike hard and without mercy. You are here for a reason, you're from strong stock and we do what we want because we can. Never hold yourself back, always strive for what you want, and kill for it if you need to! Thats survival of the fittest, the weak die so the strong may live. You protect no one but yourself, and take any and all advantages thrown in your favor, and manipulate, cheat, or steal if you have to, and because of that, we're immortal kid! The strong don't die, so long we prey on the weak! This Wraith Reagent is a weakling with ideas that he's big. You should have fed into his ego, then he'd be eating out of the palm of your hand! A hand you would have had, had you just opened your damn eyes...! Oh wait, he took one of those as well! I'm so fuckin' disgraced to have a descendant like you running about! You're a pathetic excuse for a Reizei! You don't have the balls for it, and even if ya did, you'd just be a fucked up looking gal! HAHAHAHA! If you wanna cry about how terrible your life is, then this life isn't good enough for ya! Live the life of a coward, the weak! You think I cried like a girl when shit didn't go my way? No, I fucking split a man's skull open and enjoyed the fact I could! Praise myself for being stronger than him, that I could do so and no one gives a fuck. You think I would have let that brat boss me around? No! I'm fuckin' Genjuro Reizei the Crimson, I would have fed him his own entrails long before he'd even known he was dead!"
Genjuro's image... be it spirit or dream spoke harshly to her, scolded her for her weakness. She fucking hated him. Hated everything. She wanted it all to burn. She despised herself most of all... for allowing herself to fall into this trap to begin with. She should have been the strong one, just secured her own survival and not hesitate. All this time she thought she was on top, when in truth, she was down on her knees, sucking up to the man she should have just slain when he came for Harada...
Her head hurt from the blow and the dreams. Her eye blinking open at the feeling of sunlight raining down her face. Her narrow gaze at the wooden, dusty ceiling. An unknown ceiling. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, and quickly sat up, before cringing at the pain to her head. Her hand raised to her skull, rubbing the mark on the top of her head, a nice welt thanks to that fucking swine. "Ugh..." she groaned, when she remembered that she had been chained up, ready to lose another limb. She had her eye, obviously, so she checked her ears, her nose, stuck out her tongue and said 'aaah', felt her teeth... all there. She then looked down, pulling away the quilt, and saw the rest of her body was still in tact.... and that she was naked. In a strange bed, and in a room she's never seen before. "I didn't lose anything...?" She blinked, surprised, more surprised than waking up naked in a strange bed with her hair down and no blood or booze nearby to account for the double bed and why she lay in it. Her toned, scarred, muscular and curvy body jiggled as she jerked about, looking for her weapons and clothes. She saw her katana, vambrace and footwear on a table not too far from the bed, and made her way over to reequip. She stumbled slightly, boards creaking beneath her, and she felt her world spinning as she clutched the blade tightly. She took a moment to slip her footwear on, the glove like vambrace, there were part of her sarashi wrappings on the table as well, slightly damp but she didn't care as she prepared herself, wrapping around her body for some coverage, while unsheathing her sword, stabbing it into the floor board beside her.
She heard movement... the sound of running water in the adjacent room, the sound of a curtain possibly pulled aside. She sat on the bed, eye upon the door, sheath in her mouth, her cape she just found loosely around her shoulders. She remembered... the last thing before she blacked out, was being struck by the damn pig! A pig that had eaten her, and vomited her up before that fucking spineless Wraith Reagent! She thought he done her a solid by striking the bastard, but he hit her too! She couldn't see into the next room due to the odd door, but she could hear movement... and if it was Bisle, she was going to cut the bastard down for striking her! "Get out here coward, and prepare to die!" She threatened, reaching for the blade, too concentrated on anger to finish her sarashi wrapping, and would kill the bastard naked if she had to! "Are you prepared to face Tsujino Reizei?!"
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Vern was finished with his shower when he heard movement from the bedroom, and female voice with an odd accent. It was a different language all together, he realized, upon further listening. It was still your basic tongue, but the way the voice spoke was different in speech. Hard to describe something surreal like her voice and accent, he decided to exit the shower and open the door into the bedroom. Steam bellowed around him as he stood before the naked woman with her blade in hand pointed at him. Without much worry he blinked at the weapon then back to her with tired eyes. "I see you're awake..." He yawned, leaning against the door frame, unashamed in his exposure as he checked her composure, visually. Body language told him she was confused, startled, and annoyed. "Hows the head?" He asked, tapping his own head, remaining still in the door frame.
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Vern Silverfallow wrote:Vern was finished with his shower when he heard movement from the bedroom, and female voice with an odd accent. It was a different language all together, he realized, upon further listening. It was still your basic tongue, but the way the voice spoke was different in speech. Hard to describe something surreal like her voice and accent, he decided to exit the shower and open the door into the bedroom. Steam bellowed around him as he stood before the naked woman with her blade in hand pointed at him. Without much worry he blinked at the weapon then back to her with tired eyes. "I see you're awake..." He yawned, leaning against the door frame, unashamed in his exposure as he checked her composure, visually. Body language told him she was confused, startled, and annoyed. "Hows the head?" He asked, tapping his own head, remaining still in the door frame.
When the door opened, a tall, silver haired man with crimson eyes stared back at her with a lidded eyed expression. Bored, tired, and... completely naked. He stood there... hanging out, water dripping over his well defined chest... abdomen... legs... large... She blinked, flustered somewhat. ...Either my eyes are tricking me, or Bisle just got fucking hot... this has to be some weird dream... She thought, blinking as he spoke...and could not understand a word he just said. His voice was deep, clear... but his words didn't make much sense. It was like gibberish the mad ones in the lower levels of the island spoke, the ones they found sometimes on the beaches of Gendoshima every blue moon... yet there was some familiarity in the structure. She knew that he was speaking something, a language style the older generation in her family were capable of. They used to say that the people weren't 'mad' who washed up on the shore of Gendoshima... they were something called... cast aways? She never understood that word herself.
She saw the man tapping his head and raised a brow at his action. "...hehhhhhedd..?" She says the word out loud, slowly. She had to think it was the accent, because she believed the word he was saying was 'hair'. She blinked, why was he asking about her hair? "...Why are you naked?" She asked, unable to keep her eyes from glancing below his belt line. "Where am I? Where is Bisle?"
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Vern saw her eyes drifting, and he smiled at that, watching her face go pink. She sounded out the word 'head', and he figured she understood what he was saying... till she spoke up again, and her words were hard to make out. He sighed, rubbing his face. "Dammit... where the hell did you drift from?" He sighed, before wiping his eyes and glanced over to her again. "Your head," He tapped his head again. "Your skull? You had a nasty bruise there?" He asked, approaching slowly, reaching out for her head.
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She saw him approach with a hand out, and swung her sword out threateningly. "Hey hey! Stay there, I don't care if the two of us fucked, you can keep your handsome ass back where I can see ya..." She says blushing, gritting her teeth. He was speaking again, and she couldn't understand much of anything he said, tapping his head again like he was some sort of goddamned idiot! "Whats wrong with your head? You hit it on something?!" She asked back, ironically, unbeknownst to herself. "What the hell is wrong with my fogged damned hair? I get something in it?" She asked blowing air into her hanging bangs.
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Reizei wrote:She saw him approach with a hand out, and swung her sword out threateningly. "Hey hey! Stay there, I don't care if the two of us fucked, you can keep your handsome ass back where I can see ya..." She says blushing, gritting her teeth. He was speaking again, and she couldn't understand much of anything he said, tapping his head again like he was some sort of goddamned idiot! "Whats wrong with your head? You hit it on something?!" She asked back, ironically, unbeknownst to herself. "What the hell is wrong with my fogged damned hair? I get something in it?" She asked blowing air into her hanging bangs.
He backed away hands up. "Hey hey easy there... I'll stand back." He says backing away, almost being slashed by her sword. He heard the word 'fucked', and blinked. "Fucked? Us? No..." he chuckled waving his hand. He watched her blow air into her bangs, and he would have helped with that if not for the long katana between them. He decided to change the subject. "Where are you from?" He asked, trying to think of a good way to put it. Then he remembered the cartouche, and decided to try something different. "You from Beijio? Beijio City? You Samurai? Ninja?" He asked.
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Well, the mannerisms of being frightened and trying to calm one down was universal it seemed, but Reizei blinked as he repeated the word 'fuck' and she blinked, pointed at his knob then at her slot. "By the Gods, the word fuck is universal too!" She rolled her eye sighed heavily. Still unsure if they had, didn't matter if they did save she had no memory of it, but still. Then he started up other words and made her frustrated. That was before he said 'Beijio'. She gasped, glancing him up and down. "Beijio... you said Beijio?!" She heard him say Ninja, Samurai... Beijio...something. She lowered her sword somewhat. "How do you know Beijio? Beijio is supposed to be a legend, a myth! No one's actually been there, it was something my ancestors made up!" She explained, realizing her words probably didn't reach him.
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Vern laughed at her observation about intercourse and its associated word play, before nodding. "Yes, fucked haha, but no we didn't... unfortunately." He shook his head no. Wondering if that mannerism was translated. He shrugged, and then she started to explode when he mentioned Beijio, repeating the word again in a shocked manner. "Beijio yes." he nodded. Then he thought about the cartouche... and then raised a finger. "One moment," He took his time to side step over to the dresser where his coat was, and rummaged around for his phone. He pulled it out, and thumbed through the phone, and then activated the map function, zooming out to the world map. He glanced over to her and held out his hand, to wave her over. "Come over here, look at this..." He says, pointing to his eye and then to the screen of the phone.
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It suddenly hit her... perhaps she did lose something after all... her mind. Her mind, her tongue, her ears... after all. She blinked down, trying to understand the situation, he was nodding yes and shaking his head no... that was a start. Then he began to move about excitedly, and it forced her to raise her blade again. "Watch yourself!" She threatened... aiming her blade at him as he sidestepped around the bed, and rummaged through what she assumed were his clothes. All the while... took a nice long look at his ass with a bit of an interest... then he turned around and held out his hand to her. She raised a brow, and then noticed the odd box in his hand flipped open. It looked like those things she'd seen around Gendoshima, those miniature radios that some of the guard used, while others used ear pieces. She saw he was motioning her to come over to him... the word come being understood as he said it, and then he was motioning his eyes to the box's screen... to look? He wanted her to look at the screen with him?
She blinked, and slowly removed herself from the bed, her curvaceous body jiggling and the sarashi falling as she slowly walked over to his side, blade at the ready. "Do anything funny, I'll chop off your fucking stick..." she threatened, at least knowing that one of those words came across well enough. She looked to him, as she stood by his side... he was so much taller than her, it was kinda funny to see him hunker down. She glanced up at him, then to the screen. "What? I see a bunch of scribbles." She replied, having never seen a map before; living on an island that you couldn't leave made maps unnecessary for the common folk, for they would already know most of the land by heart. The concept of a 'larger world' was alien to her, and all she ever knew were the coastlines as her boarders.
However... she saw words. Words she could read. One of them, Beijio.
"What is... this magic box...?" She asked slowly, with a wide, startled eye.
She blinked, and slowly removed herself from the bed, her curvaceous body jiggling and the sarashi falling as she slowly walked over to his side, blade at the ready. "Do anything funny, I'll chop off your fucking stick..." she threatened, at least knowing that one of those words came across well enough. She looked to him, as she stood by his side... he was so much taller than her, it was kinda funny to see him hunker down. She glanced up at him, then to the screen. "What? I see a bunch of scribbles." She replied, having never seen a map before; living on an island that you couldn't leave made maps unnecessary for the common folk, for they would already know most of the land by heart. The concept of a 'larger world' was alien to her, and all she ever knew were the coastlines as her boarders.
However... she saw words. Words she could read. One of them, Beijio.
"What is... this magic box...?" She asked slowly, with a wide, startled eye.
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Vern noticed that this woman didn't seem quite shy, almost similarly to himself as she slowly made her way over to him, letting what little she had on fall away. The one armed woman also threatened him with fucking... which didn't sound too bad till he was aware where she was pointing the sword. Another gesture he understood, almost a tad too late. He watched her look at his phone with a confused look, frustration then gave into shock, and awe as she tapped at the screen, speaking slowly... and could make out her words somewhat. "Its... a map." He says. "Big picture of the world? You know, what we live in?" He asked, half thinking she was probably some drifter who was unfortunately reincarnated on Galiavan... however, that didn't account for her knowledge of Beijio. He wondered... then decided to try something else. "I'm a little rusty..." He coughed, trying to remember Yamashiro's knowledge on ancient Beijionese, namely the language prior to the Scardians appearing in Beijio. "Ahem... sorry if I offend you...what am I saying you don't fucking understand what I'm saying right now, anyway." he sighed, shaking his head before clearing his throat, pulling the phone away from her face. "...(Hello. Do you mouth the old tongue of Zipangu-Benzi?)" He thought he was off with some words, it had been a couple centuries.
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Reizei blinked. She had to wonder if this man was a deviant, being okay being naked and saying 'fuck' a lot... then again she did that too. She shrugged it off when he said more words in his odd tongue. Then he spoke in scripture, the language used by the priests of the War God Sect on Gendoshima. She knew a little herself, given her grandfather's interest in the War Gods. "(You speak Zipangu-Benzi?)" she then nodded. "(Yes I can. Where is man-pig? Where is your living shroud?)" She asked, unsure on the last bit, asking him why he was naked, but unfortunately scripture speech was hard to speak with, given its lack of many nouns not related to religious words, and lack of swearing. It was a boring language.
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Reizei wrote:Reizei blinked. She had to wonder if this man was a deviant, being okay being naked and saying 'fuck' a lot... then again she did that too. She shrugged it off when he said more words in his odd tongue. Then he spoke in scripture, the language used by the priests of the War God Sect on Gendoshima. She knew a little herself, given her grandfather's interest in the War Gods. "(You speak Zipangu-Benzi?)" she then nodded. "(Yes I can. Where is man-pig? Where is your living shroud?)" She asked, unsure on the last bit, asking him why he was naked, but unfortunately scripture speech was hard to speak with, given its lack of many nouns not related to religious words, and lack of swearing. It was a boring language.
Vern went pale. Zipangu-Benzi, or Ancient Beijionese, was nearly a dead language. As far as he knew, Yokai knew the language, and perhaps some priests and priestesses... this was surreal. "Man-pig...?" He blinked, before shrugging. Then remembered... the large creature who arrived and threw the woman at him, stopped him from killing that dandy ass. "(I do not understand what happened with man-pig, and I do not understand that last part of your words. I know enough Zipangu-Benzi to cross carefully.)" He says, feeling like that even this route was going to be a chore. At this rate... he really would have to go to the Amaine and find Yamashiro's mansion... if it even exists anymore, and find those texts on Ancient Beijio to get by... or a translator in a dead language. He remembered there was old Tenik tech that did something like that... but such relics would be expensive or hard to get, he was a kid when they were being produced, and Galideno being destroyed... He rubbed his chin, and slowly turned to her. "(You originate in) Beijio?" he asked, breaking the language, pointing at the map.
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She blinked, unsure what he said... but along the lines that he didn't know what happened to Bilse either. "Damn it..." She grumbled. Still... this was progress, and she was glad she could interact with him somehow. When he asked her where she originated from, her eye glanced back to the screen of the magic box and saw him tap Beijio again. "Beijio...(it does not exist. It is myth. Why this have) Beijio? (I am from) Gendo-Shimah." She says glancing him over. "(This... is) Gendo-Shimah... (yes?)" She asked, looking around her. She had this odd sensation welling up in her gut... she didn't recognize her surroundings, her eyes turning to the window the morning light shined through, and stumbled over to the window and opened it, expecting bamboo forests, pines, clouds, sea, blue skies.... and saw muddy streets, odd wooden houses in different structures, no gyro-cars, no Governmental Guard. She saw a bunch of men looking up at her whistling for some reason, and even they looked weird to her! "What the hell.... what is this?" She asked, glancing beyond the outskirts of the village... and saw land... land stretch as far as the ocean. Her heart slowed down, and she began to tremble. "What...the fuck is this...?" She turned to the man again. "(Where are we? How do you know Zipagnu-Benzi? Why is) Beijio (on box in your hand?)" She pressed, her hand trembling.
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Reizei wrote:She blinked, unsure what he said... but along the lines that he didn't know what happened to Bilse either. "Damn it..." She grumbled. Still... this was progress, and she was glad she could interact with him somehow. When he asked her where she originated from, her eye glanced back to the screen of the magic box and saw him tap Beijio again. "Beijio...(it does not exist. It is myth. Why this have) Beijio? (I am from) Gendo-Shimah." She says glancing him over. "(This... is) Gendo-Shimah... (yes?)" She asked, looking around her. She had this odd sensation welling up in her gut... she didn't recognize her surroundings, her eyes turning to the window the morning light shined through, and stumbled over to the window and opened it, expecting bamboo forests, pines, clouds, sea, blue skies.... and saw muddy streets, odd wooden houses in different structures, no gyro-cars, no Governmental Guard. She saw a bunch of men looking up at her whistling for some reason, and even they looked weird to her! "What the hell.... what is this?" She asked, glancing beyond the outskirts of the village... and saw land... land stretch as far as the ocean. Her heart slowed down, and she began to tremble. "What...the fuck is this...?" She turned to the man again. "(Where are we? How do you know Zipagnu-Benzi? Why is) Beijio (on box in your hand?)" She pressed, her hand trembling.
"Gendo-Shima...?" He repeats, unfamiliar with the place. He watched her walk towards the window, looking disturbed. Vern heard the the voices outside whistling to the woman as she thrust open the window and practically leaned out of it. Alarmed, he ran to her and yanked her away from the window, sword or not. "Hey-hey! Don't be doing that!" He exclaimed, before noting the terrified look on her face. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, then explained. "(This)," he tapped the wooden railing, showed his hands all around them tapping the floor with his feet. "(is a dwelling in) Scardia." He tapped the map on the phone, what she called a box and pointed to the continent of Scardia. "(We are here.)" He began, before looking at her. "Beijio..." he tapped the section of land below Scardia on the world map, part of the Gailden continent. "(This is) Beijio. Beijio...(is Zipagnu-Benzi. Zipagnu-Benzi is the naming of old) Beijio." He tried to explain.
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She stared at the box in his hand for a long time, letting those words sink in. The mythical Beijio was real... everything her grandfather had said about the origins of the clan of Reizei were true. Her ancestors were from this land... this Beijio. It was real... it was all real. "....fuck." She says, unable to think of any other proper word to say. She didn't know what a Scardia was, it sounded stupid for a name, his actions made her pause to wonder if he literally meant the walls and floor around them was Scardia... or the land, that it was the name of this island. She crossed and arm over her breasts and bowed her head in deep thought. "(This island is) Scar...dee...ah?" She says slowly, trying to properly pronounce the word as he said it, his accent hard to copy.
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Reizei wrote:She stared at the box in his hand for a long time, letting those words sink in. The mythical Beijio was real... everything her grandfather had said about the origins of the clan of Reizei were true. Her ancestors were from this land... this Beijio. It was real... it was all real. "....fuck." She says, unable to think of any other proper word to say. She didn't know what a Scardia was, it sounded stupid for a name, his actions made her pause to wonder if he literally meant the walls and floor around them was Scardia... or the land, that it was the name of this island. She crossed and arm over her breasts and bowed her head in deep thought. "(This island is) Scar...dee...ah?" She says slowly, trying to properly pronounce the word as he said it, his accent hard to copy.
Vern's brow raised, and he watched the woman's color drain from her body. When she asked if Scardia was the island they were on, he nodded. "Scardia, (is the birthname of this country.)" He corrected. She still looked uneasy, and he reached for her shoulder. "(You, fine?)" he asked, unsure how to properly word his thoughts, before he showed the phone again. "(Where is) Gendo-Shimah?" He asked, curious now.
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Vern Silverfallow wrote:Reizei wrote:She stared at the box in his hand for a long time, letting those words sink in. The mythical Beijio was real... everything her grandfather had said about the origins of the clan of Reizei were true. Her ancestors were from this land... this Beijio. It was real... it was all real. "....fuck." She says, unable to think of any other proper word to say. She didn't know what a Scardia was, it sounded stupid for a name, his actions made her pause to wonder if he literally meant the walls and floor around them was Scardia... or the land, that it was the name of this island. She crossed and arm over her breasts and bowed her head in deep thought. "(This island is) Scar...dee...ah?" She says slowly, trying to properly pronounce the word as he said it, his accent hard to copy.
Vern's brow raised, and he watched the woman's color drain from her body. When she asked if Scardia was the island they were on, he nodded. "Scardia, (is the birthname of this country.)" He corrected. She still looked uneasy, and he reached for her shoulder. "(You, fine?)" he asked, unsure how to properly word his thoughts, before he showed the phone again. "(Where is) Gendo-Shimah?" He asked, curious now.
She didn't understand the Zipagnu-Benzi word he had said, and tried to repeat it: "(Country? What is 'Country'?)" She asked, puzzled, his hand reaching for her, and she swatted it away, blade pointed at his face. "(Remove one's hand from my body.)" She says, unsure if the words came out right, but if not, the blade should get the point across. His next words were just as odd, as he brought the box with squiggles back to her. "(What is the box in your hand? Why does it have names written on it?)" She asked, before lowering her sword. "Gendo-Shima (is my origin. My island.)" She sighed, getting frustrated. "I can't take this bullshit anymore..." She spat, looking over to the bed. "Where my clothes..." She sighed, turning to him, head tilted, looking agitated. "(Where are my living-shroud?)" She asked, and lifted his jacket up with her blade. "(This? Where are mine?)" She asked. She never had to speak the temple language so much in one day before.
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He held up his hands. "Okay okay... don't need to stab me." he says, and realized bullshit was another word that was universal. He would test out the full extent of that later. "(Country?) You don't know the word 'country'? Odd.. hm... (Country is big island.)" He thought cleverly. She clearly didn't want to speak about Gendoshima, so he decided to drop it for now. "Living-Shroud? What the hell does that mean?" He asked, as she explained, lifting his jacket. "No thats min-" he paused, and sighed, palming his face, rubbing his eyes. "Right, right. Clothes. Of course." He nodded, and pointed over to the shelving facing away from the bed. "(In that box)," He says, grabbing his jacket and said: "Clothes. (My mouth is) Clothes." He says, pointing over to the shelf again. "(Your) Clothes, (in box)." He explained.
It was then he realized, she earlier asked where his clothes were. Looking down, and back up to he shrugged.
It was then he realized, she earlier asked where his clothes were. Looking down, and back up to he shrugged.
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"Huh, so a big island... guess there are more than just Gendoshima then... in which case, where the hell am I exactly? He said 'Scardia', I've heard the name... isn't he a war god or something my handsome, naked friend?" She asked the man, glancing over her shoulder at him as he pointed to the dresser he called a 'box' then again, the ancient tongue didn't have such a word so it was a decent replacement. "Your mouth is 'Klo-th-ez'? Your mouth's pretty, but not... oh... wait, words, you don't know Zipangu word for words.... me either." She shrugged, but glad something came together as she walked over to the dresser. "Cloe...ethz..." she sounded out the funny word in his accent. "Clothes..." She repeated, shrugging. "Well, I guess 'aodach' is the word for clothes around here." She continued to ramble, opening up the dresser to find her things. She turned to eye him again and smirked. "Heh, where are your 'clothes' Long-dong silver? I mean, I dont particularly mind you showing off like that, when you got something like that and are proud to bare it all? Good on ya. And here he can't understand a word I'm saying," She chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at him and smirked. "Dumbass!" She laughed. Her clothes were damp, and she raised a brow. "(My living-shroud has running water? Why?)" She asked, attempting to shake them dry.
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Reizei wrote:"Huh, so a big island... guess there are more than just Gendoshima then... in which case, where the hell am I exactly? He said 'Scardia', I've heard the name... isn't he a war god or something my handsome, naked friend?" She asked the man, glancing over her shoulder at him as he pointed to the dresser he called a 'box' then again, the ancient tongue didn't have such a word so it was a decent replacement. "Your mouth is 'Klo-th-ez'? Your mouth's pretty, but not... oh... wait, words, you don't know Zipangu word for words.... me either." She shrugged, but glad something came together as she walked over to the dresser. "Cloe...ethz..." she sounded out the funny word in his accent. "Clothes..." She repeated, shrugging. "Well, I guess 'aodach' is the word for clothes around here." She continued to ramble, opening up the dresser to find her things. She turned to eye him again and smirked. "Heh, where are your 'clothes' Long-dong silver? I mean, I dont particularly mind you showing off like that, when you got something like that and are proud to bare it all? Good on ya. And here he can't understand a word I'm saying," She chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at him and smirked. "Dumbass!" She laughed. Her clothes were damp, and she raised a brow. "(My living-shroud has running water? Why?)" She asked, attempting to shake them dry.
She began to speak in her foreign tongue again, and he felt like he knew some of what she was saying, combined with her body language. She was going on about something with 'clothes', before she turned around and called him a dumbass. "Dumbass? (What I do?)" he asked, hands on his bare hips. He shrugged, and she began to ask about running water on her living-shroud... clothes, right. "(They were orgasm when man-pig thrust you into me, a fortnight.)" He says, confident he said that they were wet when that pig-man named 'Mr. B' tossed her at him in their short interaction from the night before.
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Vern Silverfallow wrote:Reizei wrote:"Huh, so a big island... guess there are more than just Gendoshima then... in which case, where the hell am I exactly? He said 'Scardia', I've heard the name... isn't he a war god or something my handsome, naked friend?" She asked the man, glancing over her shoulder at him as he pointed to the dresser he called a 'box' then again, the ancient tongue didn't have such a word so it was a decent replacement. "Your mouth is 'Klo-th-ez'? Your mouth's pretty, but not... oh... wait, words, you don't know Zipangu word for words.... me either." She shrugged, but glad something came together as she walked over to the dresser. "Cloe...ethz..." she sounded out the funny word in his accent. "Clothes..." She repeated, shrugging. "Well, I guess 'aodach' is the word for clothes around here." She continued to ramble, opening up the dresser to find her things. She turned to eye him again and smirked. "Heh, where are your 'clothes' Long-dong silver? I mean, I dont particularly mind you showing off like that, when you got something like that and are proud to bare it all? Good on ya. And here he can't understand a word I'm saying," She chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at him and smirked. "Dumbass!" She laughed. Her clothes were damp, and she raised a brow. "(My living-shroud has running water? Why?)" She asked, attempting to shake them dry.
She began to speak in her foreign tongue again, and he felt like he knew some of what she was saying, combined with her body language. She was going on about something with 'clothes', before she turned around and called him a dumbass. "Dumbass? (What I do?)" he asked, hands on his bare hips. He shrugged, and she began to ask about running water on her living-shroud... clothes, right. "(They were orgasm when man-pig thrust you into me, a fortnight.)" He says, confident he said that they were wet when that pig-man named 'Mr. B' tossed her at him in their short interaction from the night before.
She blinked, turning to him. "Dumbass is universal too huh?" She thought that was curious... perhaps all swears were. She would test that theory out later. She was finishing her fundoshi when he answered her about her clothes... and was confused, and a bit flustered by his response. The word he said was a word that could mean many things: bliss, conceive, and...orgasm. It almost sounded like Bisle forced her onto this man...--!?
She turned around, rushing towards the silver haired tall man, grabbing his hair and pulled him close to her face, not to embrace, but so they could meet eye to eye... and god was he tall! "TWO WEEKS?!" She screamed. "I've been out for two weeks?!" She asked, unaware of his blatant mistranslation, and uncaring he didn't understand her. "...Wait, we..." She blinked, turning red. "...(did you) fuck (me while I dream?)" she asked, unsure she said it right...
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Reizei wrote:
She blinked, turning to him. "Dumbass is universal too huh?" She thought that was curious... perhaps all swears were. She would test that theory out later. She was finishing her fundoshi when he answered her about her clothes... and was confused, and a bit flustered by his response. The word he said was a word that could mean many things: bliss, conceive, and...orgasm. It almost sounded like Bisle forced her onto this man...--!?
She turned around, rushing towards the silver haired tall man, grabbing his hair and pulled him close to her face, not to embrace, but so they could meet eye to eye... and god was he tall! "TWO WEEKS?!" She screamed. "I've been out for two weeks?!" She asked, unaware of his blatant mistranslation, and uncaring he didn't understand her. "...Wait, we..." She blinked, turning red. "...(did you) fuck (me while I dream?)" she asked, unsure she said it right...
"Ow-ow! Watch the hair!" He hissed, being pulled down to her height. She seemed flustered and agitated about something, and then asked him the pressing question. He blinked, shaking his head. "No," he began. "We didnt... (we did not)" he explained. "(Man-pig thrust you into me? Thrust? Push? Pressed you to me?)" He was reaching for the right words. "(Left you, then vanished, your living-shroud was...) what you said... ('running-water' when left.)" He tried to explain. "(We both did not) fuck." He explained, then smirked. "(We can if want?)" He winked, keeping his bastard smirk while taking in her terrifying beauty.
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She held his hair there tightly for a moment, and glanced him over. She thought she made sense of his words, that her clothes were wet because they were that way when Bilse left her behind. Clothes didn't take two weeks to get dry... or at least to her knowledge. And he didn't take advantage of her when she was sleeping... but was interested to fuck her if she wanted to. She blinked, debating it over, checking him out head to toe... and other head with a bit of fluster. "Heh, why not?" She shrugged. He was more attractive than anything she'd seen on Gendoshima.
She let her kimono sleeve droop and she smiked. "(Impressed? This one lacking arm has no effect), eh?" She smirked, pulling him towards the bed. She then thew him onto the mattress. "So you want to fuck me, eh?" She hummed, before frowning.
"(Not now.)" She turned away, and returned to her items and clothes. "Huh... where did my Sake go? (Hello, where is the blood of the Gods?)" she asked, turning to him, mimicking her tipping back a bottle or cup.
She let her kimono sleeve droop and she smiked. "(Impressed? This one lacking arm has no effect), eh?" She smirked, pulling him towards the bed. She then thew him onto the mattress. "So you want to fuck me, eh?" She hummed, before frowning.
"(Not now.)" She turned away, and returned to her items and clothes. "Huh... where did my Sake go? (Hello, where is the blood of the Gods?)" she asked, turning to him, mimicking her tipping back a bottle or cup.
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Vern hissed as he was dragged to the bed, half expecting to be cut apart, but was surprised to see her... receptive. He smirked, and a little excited.
Then she turned him down, and he shrugged. "Ah well," He sighed, before she sounded distraught again. He lifted his chest, turning to her talking about 'blood of the Gods' and her mimicry of drinking something... or something more perverted. He did hear the word 'Sake' though. "Your Sake? (I did not see it)" He explained.
Reizei wrote:"(Not now.)" She turned away, and returned to her items and clothes. "Huh... where did my Sake go? (Hello, where is the blood of the Gods?)" she asked, turning to him, mimicking her tipping back a bottle or cup.
Then she turned him down, and he shrugged. "Ah well," He sighed, before she sounded distraught again. He lifted his chest, turning to her talking about 'blood of the Gods' and her mimicry of drinking something... or something more perverted. He did hear the word 'Sake' though. "Your Sake? (I did not see it)" He explained.
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