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Post by Zyoto on Feb 7, 2016 0:25:46 GMT
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The sun loomed high above, heating up the city of Londinium and its many inhabitants. Wind blew to counter the beating heat of the sun, making for a nice day, a perfect middle between hot and cold. It was noon, and the city was as lively as always, with countless people walking about the town, up and down its streets, in and out of its buildings. The alleys, streets, and plazas were flooded with the sounds of commotion, conversation, and all manner of noises. Merchants loudly announcing their sales, their wares, and how foolish one must be to pass their shop up. By that definition, Zyoto was classified as a fool numerous times. "Excuse me, miss! A lovely woman such as yourself shouldn't be caught dead without this beautiful dress!" "A lass like yourself should check out our selections of leather armor! Wouldn't want a scratch to taint that lovely face, would you?" "Take a moment to look at our beautiful jewelry! Why don't you try on this necklace my dear, it will improve your ranged accuracy and will never fail to catch the eye of any potential suitors!" This went on for almost the entirety of Zyoto's stroll through the town.
After a while, she sat upon a bench near a fountain at the center of a plaza, eating a small meal she had bought from one of the local diners. The meal consisted of cooked Briar Weasel meat, along with fries coated in salt. One could argue the heavy salt was a business strategy to parch the customers and encourage them into buying a drink. It was one that worked, too, as Zyoto had her cup full of soda standing beside her on the bench. Just one look at her meal screamed 'I am a level one Adventurer who just managed to kill a few slimes with the power of starvation motivating me.' She sighed to herself as she ate the meat, washing it down with the carbonated liquid. Still, it was a nice day out. The birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these-
Suddenly, the calming day was interrupted with the sight of a young boy crying and rubbing his face, frozen in place out of fear of becoming further lost. Zyoto placed her meal down, standing and approaching the boy slowly before kneeling down to his level and wiping a tear from his eye delicately. "What's wrong, little one?"
The boy looked at the woman with worry and fear on his face as he stammered to explain. "I-I-I l-lost my m-m-m-mommy!!"
Zyoto smiled a soft, reassuring smile, trying to soothe him. "Now, now, please, calm down. I'm sure she isn't far!" She stood, taking the boy's hand gently and smiling at him. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a small group of children stealing the meal that was once hers. "H-Hey!!" She tried to yell out, feeling the lost boy slide his hand out of her grasp and run off with the group of thieves. 'That boy wasn't lost! That thief!!' She tried to chase them down, quickly losing sight of the culprits in the sea of people. "Dammit!" She felt her stomach growl, kneeling over to hold it in pain. "Damn, why couldn't I have been as proactive as he's been...?" On days like these, kids like you should be burning in hell.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 5:55:56 GMT
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Is this city normally this busy? Aurelia gave a pouted, wide-eyed mutter of shock as they turned the corner into the first largely spaced plaza, the crowds already gathered and mulling about the length of streets that moved off from the gathering area. Dorian chuckled under his breath, shaking his head at the Shikigami's bewilderment. "Not normally, it must be a market day or something; best we watch our wallets..." The Shaman realised the stupidity of his words as they left his mouth, realising that his money was kept in his inventory and was out of the reach of the Lander population, so pickpockets weren't really a threat; furthermore, Aurelia wasn't a tangible being, so she really had no wallet to watch.
Nevertheless, the fox tail spirit chuckled and rolled her eyes, directing Dorian to continue moving, lest they get caught in the swarm of people. Nodding his head, he stepped forward and began to slip between the various people moving about and around him, utilising his skills as a Dancer to navigate the tight spots through the crowds and find his way to the opposite side of the plaza. Moving into the street that followed ahead, he began glancing up at the tall, Londinium buildings that rose around him, with various market stalls and Lander craftsmen selling their wares. Most of the people who walked by them got a mouthful, but Dorian had a different experience, of course.
Despite his more casual attire, the Shaman seemed to always give off an air about him, thanks to his higher level compared to most Adventurers, and Landers seemed to be able to pick up on that. Even now, after almost 2 years of being in this new world, the people seemed instinctual in their nervous behaviour around the top tier Adventurers that roamed the streets, almost as if waiting for something bad to happen, despite the Guardians protecting them within the city limits. And so, as he walked past the various stalls, he merely got whispered words and feigned smiles, though a few men and women tried their luck at seducing the Adventurer with their prices and stocks, attempting to lure him in with locally crafted goods, but Dorian simply smiled and shook his head, moving on past them.
It was then that he noticed a small bit of commotion up ahead as he left the opposite end of the street, stepping into another plaza, this one with an ornate but somewhat dishevelled fountain in the centre; most landmarks like it had been left to decay and crack at the seams, though the Artisans among the Adventurers were gradually fixing up the place as best as they could. The commotion that caught Dorian's eye, however, was a small boy, stood frozen and unmoving as his eyes darted about the area. An odd sight, especially since nobody was asking what was wrong, but before he could approach the young lad, a woman approached him, a kind smile to her face as she attempted to sooth the boy, inexplicably leaving her bought goods behind on the fountain she had been seated on.
And of course, speaking of pickpockets, a group of boys - who seemed in the same age bracket as the young crying lad - swooped in after to grab the meat that had been left behind, all of them running to escape; right towards the Shaman. You should probably do something, the Shikigami uttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Dorian nodded curtly, moving with a bit of stealth to step to one side and intercept the boy that had grabbed the meat, stopping him dead in his tracks as the rest of his friends rushed off and left him behind. Dorian tilted his head down to lock eyes with the boy, glaring as he spoke with a unnerving level of calm. "I suggest you hand that over young man," he muttered, his stare all but solidifying the threat that he imposed. And boy, did it work.
With a fearful whimper, the boy hurriedly shoved the meat into the Shaman's hand, before darting around him and running to catch up to his friends. With a sigh escaping past his parted lips, Dorian shook his head out of disappointment, before moving back into the clearing and towards where the woman was stood near the fountain. "Excuse me, miss? I believe this is yours?" Holding out the meat to the young lady, he gave her a soft, caring smile, noticing how distraught she was at the moment, having been tricked by such young children; no doubt she was hungry, and good food was hard to come by, especially in a world where only Chefs could produce dishes that actually had a taste. Nevertheless, Dorian hoped this would bring her spirits back up.
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Post by Zyoto on Feb 13, 2016 3:08:42 GMT
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As the boys sprinted away, all Zyoto could do was watch in despair as her meal was taken from her. Time to throw in the towel, it seems. This world is a cruel one - a cruel, unjust world full of little kids that you have to keep an eye on, lest they steal your food. A vile, unforgiving realm in which no man, woman, nor child (excluding thieving little brats) is safe from-! As the woman's stomach growled once again, she noticed one of the boys being stopped by a young man with a stern gaze, almost commanding the boy to return the food as his friends dashed off. So much for honor among thieves... as the kid gave the goods to the man and dashed off, Zyoto was slowly approached by the fellow who took back the stolen food. With a tone that completely contradicted the stern demeanor he presented to the thief, he smiled a gentle, genuine smile towards the victim and offered her meal back to her, asking if it was hers. Her stomach managed to remind her of her hunger even in this odd situation, and not willing to patiently grace the man with an answer, it was instead her actions which did such. She gave a quick nod before hastily devouring the meal, washing it down with the water from the fountain. While it was not the cleanest source, it would suffice.
She dragged the back of her right hand across her mouth, wiping off any bits of food or droplets of water that may have remained on her lips. With her hunger satiated (for now) she turned to the good Samaritan and gave him a deep, appreciative bow, returning to a stand before speaking. "Thank you... Sorry you had to intervene like that, I was a mother in the old world so it's hard to pass up an opportunity to help a crying child." She extended her hand politely, looking the man in the eye. "My name's Zyoto. Mind if I ask who you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2016 3:30:12 GMT
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The woman's hunger seemed to be in greater effect than her sense of manners, Dorian observed, but given the situation he wasn't about to call her out on it. He remembered back when he had first arrived in this new world, scrounging for meals wherever he could find them, stomach growling almost at every turn. His smile remained constant as she took the meat from his grasp, his hand dropping back down to his side as she swiftly devoured the food, washing it down with the fountain water. The Shaman would have interjected, but given the nature of most food outlets and their drinks, she was probably going to parch her thirst more with the water than her soda.
After surreptitiously cleaning off her mouth with the back of her hand, Dorian chuckled softly under his breath as the woman gave him the thankful gesture, waiting till her body straightened back up to reciprocate with a gentle bow of his head in reply. Finally, after the brief confrontation that had just occurred, she introduced herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Zyoto," he replied, grasping her offered hand delicately and shaking it in the formal greeting. "No need to apologise, of course; any good person would do just as I had done." The Shaman's brow perked up slightly at hearing her mention her experience in the old world, evidencing that the woman was - like himself - from the real world, before the catastrophe... and a mother as well.
"I see! Well, it's always nice to meet another Adventurer, especially a kind one such as yourself." Of all the people Dorian had met in his time here in the new world, he had yet to encounter someone with an extended family of their own that they had back home; at least, nobody that revealed as much. Though, remembering his experiences with his step-mother, the Shaman was of course a little apprehensive. Nevertheless, he continued to smile, eyes politely holding upon her own, as he released her hand and took back his own. Clasping his palms and digits together behind his back, his posture became a little more formal, straightened as he stood before the woman. "Oh, my apologies, I didn't introduce myself," he muttered, rolling his eyes at his own forgetfulness. "My name is Dorian, an Adventurer just like you."
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Post by Zyoto on Feb 13, 2016 3:53:49 GMT
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As the man introduced himself, it was his name which caught Zyoto's attention, even as he emphasized how he was an Adventurer. "Oh, Dorian! Yes, I've heard that name before. Something about that support guild, Ephemeral whatever. Er- sorry, that was rude... Anyways, I think they said you were a guild officer?" The woman sat upon the bench once again, still speaking with the fellow, telling him in unspoken words to sit as well. "I've heard a lot about your guild. Actually, I've heard a good deal about most of the guilds. Apocrypha proposing the establishment of the train system through the Unfounded Kingdom; Vylbrand Academy's reform since the absence of its founder; Ephemeral..." She snapped her fingers in revelation as she remembered the rest of the name. "Solace! Ephemeral Solace's goal to become a selfless, supportive guild - and the ways it has accomplished such; Noihara's-" She stopped herself, not wanting to believe the rumors circulating through town about Noihara's guild master forcing people to join with threats of denial of resurrection. No, it wasn't so much that she did not want to believe, but she knew they could not be true. 'I know without a doubt he would never do such a thing...' She seemed like she had something on her mind, and gave a somewhat awkward smile to the man.
"Hey, as a guild officer, you probably know a fair bit about the other guilds, right? What's Noihara like? Have you met Nord-" She immediately ended her word, uttering another as quick as possible. "-Dumah? What's he like?" She prayed the man would not become curious of her little typo, but knowing Dumah it was more than likely he had never revealed his true name to anyone. Odds are he has completely abandoned his old life, knowing it was best to look to the future and make the most of what hand fate as given us all. She always adored his optimism and wisdom, but it felt very heartbreaking to imagine Dumah had simply let go of his past life, his family, his friends, everything he had ever held dear. It became harder and harder to hide the weight on her heart from this idea.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 11:25:23 GMT
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A blinked reaction was brought to the Shaman's eyes at Zyoto's sudden realisation, surprised that she had known his name. He hadn't realised that his guild had become so famous within the city; or perhaps infamous, he had no clue yet, but the woman seemed excited to hear of his name, so he at least managed to make a good first impression here. Nevertheless, he kept a surprised expression on his face as he took the generous offer given, seating himself comfortably on the bench beside her as he nodded his head. "I am indeed an officer, though I'm surprised that such news has become so... readily available. I didn't realise people talked about the guilds... well, at all!" He chuckled under his breath, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck as he listened to the woman continue.
Zyoto explained her knowledge of the guilds, mentioning ones such as Vylbrand and Apocrypha; she seemed to know even more than himself, though such was not much of a feat, as he had neglected to keep himself informed on current events in other guilds, mainly focusing on his own, and even then things had gotten quiet lately in Ephemeral Solace. "Yes, that's the one, Ephemeral Solace," Dorian repeated, grinning with a small tinge of pride at being part of what the guild was striving for, despite it's... slow start. Finally, the woman mentioned Noihara, the guild that the Shaman remembered being under the tutelage of Dumah, an old adventuring friend from back when he was only level one! It had been a while since he had heard from the man, though. Intriguingly, she seemed to say nothing of Noihara... oddly only mentioning it's name before slipping into an awkward silence.
Before Dorian could ask what was wrong, she spoke up again. "I know a little bit about the other guilds, though likely I know just about as much as you do, probably less. I haven't kept in touch with the others lately, though I suppose I should remedy that." The Shaman cleared his throat as he caught himself on a tangent, returning to the question she had posed. "Noihara is an... interesting guild. A few friends of mine from a while back are apart of it, and I hear they managed to situate themselves neatly in the Westminster Abbey." That had been quite the talk of the town, when news broke out; a few Adventurers grew concerned about reviving due to the Abbey containing the Londinium Cathedral. Zyoto however had more questions, directed towards Dumah; an odd slip up had occurred when she attempted to say his name, but Dorian shrugged it off.
"Dumah, the guild master? Ah yes, I know a little about him." He chuckled another smile, leaning back into the slightly uncomfortable wood of the bench they had found themselves sitting on for the duration of their current conversation. "One of my first stints as an Adventurer back in the day was in a dungeon party that the Swashbuckler was leading into the Londinium Underground; clearing out monsters to prepare for the train system." Dorian remembered the kobolds, and the mission itself; he had been the only level one there, among so many level twenties. Now look at him, already two thirds of the way towards ninety.
"As for what the man himself is like... He's an interesting fellow, hard to read sometimes. I haven't seen him in a long while though, no doubt he's been causing all sorts of trouble with his guild." Chuckling under his breath, Dorian had a gentle thought, turning his head to completely offer his attention to Zyoto. "You know, if you really wanted, I could probably get you a meeting with the Swashbuckler; I don't think the Abbey is too far from here, perhaps we could take a walk?" The woman seemed very interested in Dumah, strangely so; Dorian did not want to pry, but it was clear by the way she singled the Noiharan out that she perhaps knew him. Either from before or after the Catastrophe, it didn't matter to the Shaman, he wasn't really one for gossip, but if she wanted to see the man, he certainly wouldn't stand by and let her look on her own.
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Post by Zyoto on Feb 16, 2016 4:50:16 GMT
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The man confessed that he did not know very much of the other guilds, claiming he probably knew about as much as Zyoto did. He cleared his throat, stating Noihara in an 'interesting' guild. What that was supposed to mean exactly was anyone's guess, yet Zyoto still hoped it was all good. Dorian then began to speak of Dumah, claiming to have known him, and that Dumah had been the one leading a party back in Dorian's newbie days with the purpose of clearing out the Londinium Underground and making way for the trains to be built without fear of attacks from kobolds. After retelling about the adventure, he began to tell of what the man in question was like, which was the bit that Zyoto had been actually waiting to hear. An interesting fellow, who is - according to Dorian - at times, hard to read. Zyoto looked down a bit, as if reminiscing. "Yeah, that sounds like him..." When asked what she meant, she jumped at the realization of her screw up, immediately waving off the statement as if it were nothing at all. "O-Oh! Nothing, I mean it- uh... S-Sounds like him, according to the rumors..."
Dorian spoke a bit more, chuckling under his breath and making an offer to arrange a meeting with Dumah. Right after uttering the word 'Swashbuckler,' Zyoto cut him off with an abrupt "No! I mean- N-No thank you..." It was an odd reaction, to say the least. It was quite evident that not everything was as it seemed, and quite clear that this woman perhaps even knew Dumah already.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 9:08:33 GMT
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Dorian blinked slowly, hearing Zyoto's words in response to his description of the Noiharan guild master; judging by her expression and tone of voice, it was now fairly obvious that there was a past here between this woman and Dumah, but the Shaman did not wish to go into any details that she would prefer not to divulge. "Hmm? 'Sounds like him?' What do you mean?" His voice was soft as he instead decided to merely pose the question, gauging her answer for whether or not to continue into the topic of conversation. With a rather hesitant back track and expression of realisation suddenly scanning over her features, the woman quickly waved off her remark.
"Rumours...? Is that so?" Curling his palette into a tender smile; Zyoto was, as it seemed, not very good at lying, but Dorian indulged her words, turning his head to glance out towards the billowing crowd nearby. "I had no idea people talked about Adventurers so much, let alone the guilds," he muttered, eyes seemingly staring off into space. You cannot help but feel curious about your place on the rumour mill, hmm? Aurelia was still paying attention, it seemed, noticing the intrigue peaking within the Shaman's mind. An idle chuckle escaped his parted lips as he nodded his head, before quickly realising he might have seemed odd, nodding and laughing at an unseen entity. Zyoto would likely think him rather insane if he continued.
Before he could attempt to finish his offer of help in arranging a meeting, the woman cut him off quite abruptly. Dorian's face began to soften, a sense of concern drifting over his features as he once again reverted his attention completely towards Zyoto. "Are you..." He began, words catching in his throat as he attempted to gather up what he would say; this was an interesting situation, but one that begged to be resolved. "It sounds to me like there is some past here; forgive me for prying, and if you wish to move on to a different topic of conversation, you need only say the word, but..." He released a heavy sigh as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, only to reopen and train on the Assassin's own orbs. "I can't help but feel like there is some unfinished business between you and Dumah. Like I was saying, the Abbey really isn't quite far from here. If you are afraid, you needn't be; I'm more then happy to help you talk to the man. It's the least I can do."
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Post by Zyoto on Feb 26, 2016 5:04:57 GMT
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Dorian seemed quite curious at the mention of rumors. Zyoto hoped for the conversation to change to a new topic, as she did not want to contribute to the spread of such rumors surrounding Noihara, all of which she knew had to be false. Though he made a gesture to some intangible entity, the man seemed to try and laugh off the awkward, nonsensical gesture made to the air, though it was not necessary, and as he looked to the woman beside him she was clearly deep in thought, leaning forward a bit and linking her fingers between each other, staring at some random point on the ground. Bringing her back from the recesses of her mind and back to the conversation at hand. "Oh! S-Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night." It was a weak lie, but one that was plausible enough to possibly be true.
The man claimed that it seemed as though there were some past between herself and Dumah, as if there is some sort of unfinished business. 'Dammit, was it that obvious?! He was always the actor, not me!' She spoke assuredly. "No! No... Don't worry, it's fine..." There was a slight awkward silence as neither person knew what to speak about. Zyoto's curiosity and nostalgia got the better of her as she spoke up. "You... You said you went on a dungeon run with him in your early days, right? Just tell me what he was like. Did he handle things well? Did he lead an organized, stable party?" Her voice trailed off a bit before she asked one more question. "Did it seem like he was having fun...?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 1:38:47 GMT
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Zyoto was quick to reassure that there was nothing between herself and Dumah, but unfortunately Dorian had grown adept at picking out the lies from the truth; and this woman was a terrible liar. But, from her reactions and body language, it was clear this was not a topic that she was fond of continuing. The Shaman knew when to stop prying most times, but it seemed he had gone a bit too far here, and so he apologetically drooped his head forward towards the Assassin. "I am deeply sorry for pushing on the topic... While I don't exactly believe you on your denial, I understand that it is an uncomfortable conversation for you."
Alas, he may have been wrong on that, as not a few moments later, Zyoto quickly spoke in questions, asking of Dumah and the Shaman's experience with the man, particularly way back when they had delved into the tunnels of the Londinium Railway together. Hesitant at first, he shook his head, a soft, caring smile gracing his features as he nodded and continued with answers to her inquisitive nature. "Yes, I did indeed work with him, back when I first started taking up jobs as an Adventurer. Like I said, we were tasked with clearing out the Londinium tunnels to make way for the train system, a feat that required a decent enough leader for the party."
"The task was simple enough, and the kobolds rather whimpish compared to the group I was in, with Dumah at the helm, but as a level 1 the area was quite frightening," he continued, a chuckled smirk glancing over his lips. "The party in question was a rather rag tag bunch, but Dumah was quite adept at keeping things in line. Though, I admit, there was a woman there... Sayha, her name was - an Assassin like you - she often gave the man a run for his money. I sometimes couldn't tell which one of them was the leader, but they worked well together." He released a soft sigh, recalling fond memories of his first job and the first friends he had made after becoming an Adventurer. Sure, he had one or two acquaintances beforehand, but nothing says friendship like killing a few kobolds together.
"As for Dumah himself, he's an interesting character... Always seemed like he was missing something though, I don't know if it was a thing or a person or... I always assumed he was a bit like a lot of people here in this world, having left behind family or loved ones after the Catastrophe." He glanced up at Zyoto, a brief epiphany gracing his features as he studied her expression, before he quickly shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "As for having fun, aye, we had a few laughs; like I said, I haven't met the man often enough after our initial encounter to truly say how he feels about things, but he seems to be enjoying the new world."
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Post by Zyoto on Mar 11, 2016 6:01:20 GMT
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Dorian held his head in an apologetic bow, giving a formal apology to the woman for prying on the subject, and claiming that he did not believe her. She gave a slight chortle at this remark, giving a very faint smile. "It's fine, I don't blame you. I'm not the best liar when I don't even know what I want to say, if that makes any sense." She listened happily as Dorian began to retell the story of his adventure with Dumah, and one particular statement made oh so much sense to the woman. Dorian claimed Dumah had led the party into the tunnels to help clear them out and make way for the establishment of the train tracks. Dumah always wanted to help others in such large and impacting ways as the establishment of a city's infrastructure. While that was never a particular interest, he always wanted to do big things and make a name for himself, and once he began doing so there was no stopping him. She chuckled softly and made a slight slip up in her facade of not knowing Dumah, happily stating "That sounds just like him." She hoped the Shaman did not hear this statement as he continued to speak about the skirmish, and how despite the party being a rag tag pick up group, Dumah did well in leading them. Instinctively, Zyoto smiled to herself. "Sounds like it was a fun adventure."
After recalling the dungeon run itself, Dorian began to speak of Dumah himself, claiming he was an interesting character who seemed as though he was always missing something. This statement made Zyoto lose her smile, for she knew exactly what it was he was missing, or rather who it was he was missing. Dorian mentioned presuming Dumah was like most of the other Adventurers, having left behind friends and family. The Shaman couldn't have been more right, actually. Zyoto seemed a bit sorrowed at the thought, trying and failing to hide her emotions. Dorian claimed he believed Dumah was enjoying this new world, and Zyoto nodded a bit to herself, speaking softly. "Good... I'm glad..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 0:09:04 GMT
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Dorian had finished his rather lengthy telling of his past, a trip down memory lane that he had not anticipated when he woke up this morning, but it was nice to go back and think about what brought him to where he was today; sat on a bench in a fountain clearing somewhere in Londinium, telling a strange woman all about another Adventurer. Putting it like that, he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath, listening to Zyoto's reactions, some of them genuine, others incredibly telling of her relationship with this Dumah. But, the Shaman had chosen not to delve into such things; no need to pry into places that were better left untouched.
By now, the sun was starting to hang lower and lower in the sky, slowly dropping towards the horizon at a gradual pace, indicating that the afternoon was steadily moving past it's centre point; incredible... hadn't they been here since noon? Nevertheless, Dorian turned and smiled to the Assassin, a gentle nod of his head indicating he was ready to go. "My apologies for cutting this conversation short, but as you can see..." His arm lifted up into the air, straightening out to point directly at the slowly descending sun, it was just barely visible in all it's glory above the tops of the buildings, creating a funnel of light that kept the fountain and it's surroundings illuminated.
"I have business to attend to for my guild, and for a few others as well, so I'm afraid this is where we part ways, miss Zyoto," he finally muttered, slowly stepping up off the bench and standing up tall, his hands moving to dust off his coat. Curving his arms down his front and back, he bent them at his waist, swiftly dropping his upper body in a respectful bow towards the woman still seated. "It has been a pleasure making your acquaintance today, and I hope we do perhaps meet again in the future." He chuckled softly, looking up at the fountain behind them, his palette curving up into a gentle smile before he looked back down.
"Who knows... The universe is small, after all... And full of coincidences." He slowly lifted his body back up straight as he spoke, giving Zyoto a friendly wink after his comment before he would gracefully turn on his heel and begin walking towards the street he had come from. Stopping short after a few large steps, he turned his head back to look over his shoulder, giving the Assassin one last glance. "And, one more thing... Whether you like it or not, you're here to stay in this world; it's been two years, so perhaps now is as good a time as any to see him." And with those last parting words, he gave yet one last bow of his head before departing into the crowd, slipping through the masses of people and disappearing.
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