Hearth Sweat and inspiration (Shi/Jojo/Kumori/Haneroze)

[Kurai Kari-shi]

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

Equipped:

Starter Fist and Kick| Starter Cloth Armor

Skill
Iron Body

It had been some time since Shi was in polite close company. Eden had seemed to vanish, the rumor was that she killed herself at some old abandoned castle site. Loki and Tsu had disappeared as well from Shi’s sight after the battle in the woods. The other wolf hair did not pan out either. For the most part Shi could really give, not a care in the world. Right now she was on her own. After hearing about a decent reputable blacksmith forge just outside the main capital city. It had been a long grueling trek across the wilds of the land and open forlorn city roads. Along the way a few Landers helped her out with a warm place to stay food. After a carriage ride (being a monk does have some advantages to it) she finally made it open clearing heading into the main town.

Cautiously approaching the area, senses flared for danger steadying her pace to an observant stroll. The rumors were true at least about the strange forge, it certainly could be missed if one didn’t recognize the signs. Between two overtaken and in bad disrepair sky scrapers stood a quaint little Forge. It was about dust, the mirage of reds, oranges and light blue lines on the horizon melding into a pretty painting. Standing a moment or two while catching her breath, she decided to enter the forge hoping, that the owner was still in there.

As she made her way closer to the door she paused and knocked. “Like that will do me any good dumbass.” Playfully reprimanding herself mentally and decide to just walk in the dusty door way.

The front door seemed to be made of exceptionally sturdy oak. A small dust cloud assaulted her nose. Sneezing multiple times violently as she shook off the dust from her ears and face. “Dammit! Freaking place, who ever owned this, despite it being a forge and all, should still at least clean the damn thing, sheesh!" Speaking loudly enough for anyone to hear her, though no reply yet, it made her wonder if anyone was even home. “Who in their right mind would leave a place like this unattended to?

There was a large wooden storage barrel off to the left of the entrance way, it held some manner of tools or oddly unused long shafts of metal. “Interesting and sad, those poor pieces of metal so unloved.”

Continuing onward trough the divited stone laid tiles, there was stored material to her right and rug, made from very old material. There was an old sign hanging up above long slender outlaying hallway. It seemed to separate the two halves of the building.

“Hey! Anyone here demmit!” Yelling loudly and yet still no answer as of yet. “Who owns this place a dear dwarf, what the hell!?!” Her impatience was now getting the better of her as she made her way around the tight squeeze.

Walking along the circle shaped rug and up the stairs. The brightly lit area must have meant someone was home. Curse the short height she was created with finally making her way to the top of the stairs. Shi was about to say something but paused. There stood a gorgeous beauty, though her outfit did not leave anything to be desired at the time. Shi only looked at her from behind. Her hips swaying furiously, giggled from the pounding of the hammer upon the beating metal. The purple bikini did her body justice from all the right curves and angles. “What in goddess name is she wearing, though…doesn’t she feel…oh right smiths don’t feel the heat and sparks as much as other people do duh, moron.” Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts, some naughty some just dead silent and awestruck.

“Ma’am…ma’am… um hello MA’AM!” Shi was trying to be polite, but enough was enough. Despite her unusual long gorgeous hair and playfully moving tattoo’s Shi had, had enough of this game. “Hey I said are you there and yet you still didn’t answer me demmit!” Walking forward to within inches of her body, she attempted to grab the green haired woman by the arm only to slide of her perspiration and avoiding a splash of hot molten metal crashing. Her body sliding back from instinct as her arms flailed about. Nearly falling over backwards as she steadied to gain her balance. Her footwork was clumsy at this time as she opened her mouth to scream, but it never came for it was clamped upon the woman’s right breast. “Oh shit! Not the best first impression, though not the worst I suppose.” Thinking to herself as a huge wave a flush pinkness came over her whole body.

WORD COUNT 789

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Jojo had awoken that day with the normal goals in mind, nothing too big going on and definitely nothing too much either. Truly, this was still just a site to see and a site for sore eyes in some way as Jojo had merely started the day like normal in all senses of the word. Jojo maneuvered herself around, maneuvering to the points of steadying and maintaining the work in all respects with a smile to her lips. Her eyes watching the edges of the market and maintaining some form of what is around her. Her body dressed in a normal outfit of just the white clad style while moving about and making way towards the market to retrieve necessary materials for what she could utilize. It was such things as this that made her days as a blacksmith worthwhile when coming together and working on all her works for the guild and those not in it.

Maintaining and easily collecting all the old with the new and easily enough having together what is necessary for what she will be dong later that night. She planned to be working on soon enough for the night to come. Her hand holstered the walkway to the area until finally moving in towards where she enjoyed most with a steady and excellent manner of just continuing with the excellence of what she could do. Her eyes looking about and then it was backing home to begin her work on the material with the passing phase of day to night. The time easily becoming darkened by the night around her and becoming, dusk before she knew it as her way home was eased and now she began all her work with such ease. Her hand holstering a hammer and grinning as she got to work that much easier.

Entering her shop after unlocking it and going in and through all the necessary placements to work on all her stuff, she began to ease and work with a satisfying smile. The work was all that much easier while maintaining a form of just listening to the beat of her hammer against the ironclad work she planned. Her body had already dressed out of the white outfit so to keep her work in as few clothes possible and that was the purple bikini that hugged her body in the best ways possible. The most sensual as it truly pronounced her body in the perfect ways for the individuals interested in her body style and joy. It was such things as this that truly allowed her to enjoy all that much more and grin as well with happiness in its formulation and planning as her hammer came down with a body recoil of a jiggle.

Jojo’s hammer fell upon the lead, her eyes closed and never even noticing the little girl who was entering and begging for her attention. Not in the slightest way did she notice at all until her hand held tongs to lift the metal and bringing it over to quench until finally she felt something attached to her. Attached in a way that was possibly uncomfortable for most while she absolutely had no idea just what was in mind. Her eyes looking over and down until she felt her own eyes go wide and her face go red. It was the mouth that was clamped over her bikini covered breast as Jojo blinked. The boiling over of her mind, her eyes narrowing as the fuse to her tempered mind snapped in that same moment. Her hand gripping a hammer and automatically swinging it around to aim to hit that face evenly.

However, the hammer slipped from her hand at the moment when the foreign silver haired girl let go of her breast, a satisfying jiggle from it itself forming while the hammer had slid out of her sweaty hand. The hammer would fly, ricocheting from a nearby wall and be tossed directly to the door with an absolute force to not be reckoned with and it was completely unintentional when that door was already being opened when the hammer was heading straight for it. Possible events being a bloody nose to an absolute collapse of the injured victim.

Notes ╡ Rebound
Word Count ╡ 705

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

100% 100%

Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 Skills: Tags: Kurai Kari-shi, @jojo, Haneroze

: Word Count : 0734 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Rumors were being spread that a green-haired beauty had been working in the Guild Forge. Well, Ryuu hadn’t be back to the Guild House for a few days, and before that, Jojo was missing in action. Where she was? He didn’t know. She didn’t always tell him where she was going, nor did he expect her to. She had her own life and she made her own choices. When he heard about this, however, he went back to his room first. He needed to settle down a bit before going to meet Jojo. Yes, Jojo was the one who had kicked him in the groin that time when they went to Sarum. They were mad at each other for quite a while, and to be honest, they hadn’t seen each other since then. Ryuu wasn’t sure how to react to the recent appearance, but he would do what he did best, and that was be a guild leader. Was it a surprise? Not entirely. She was still in the guild. She could have left at any time, and yet she was still on the list of guild members. Ryuu never kicked her out either. He’d never let a petty argument get in the way of normal business. It just didn’t give a good luck. Now if it were in Kumori’s character, he’d have gone in there, shouting and making a ruckus, trying to get an apology out of Jojo, but he wasn’t like that. He usually had a calm and collected demeanor when it came to things like this. Ryuu put on his short-sleeved shirt and shorts on because he knew he was about to be walking into a very hot room. After he placed his belt around his waist, he left his room towards the crafting wing of the guild house. The banging of the hammer to the anvil was quite apparent and loud when he got closer to the crafting wing. He stopped right in front of the door of the crafting room, unsure of what to say. He turned around and sat on the wall, trying to figure out what he was going to do when he opened that door. He placed his hand on his chin, his elbow against his thigh, and his left leg propped up on the wall to help support him. This is sort of nerve racking. Part of me wants to yell at her, and part of me wants to apologize to her for what I did. I didn’t mean to drive her away, but she’s back now… and she didn’t even say a word to me… Guh… what is she doing here?! he thought. Renewed with his rage, He pushed off the wall with his left foot and began moving towards the wooden door of the room. His hand reached the door handle and he heard a clamor going on inside. He instinctively opened it as wide as he could, as fast as he could, but due to his poor luck, he found a hammer coming straight for his face. “Oh cr-“ it didn’t matter. Moving or attempting to dodge was useless as the hammer had already hit him straight in the forehead. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his body fell backwards, straight on his back. His eyes were now closed and his mind now blank. For several seconds, Ryuu would begin dreaming of his guild members at the beach. He pictured Jojo in a purple bikini and splashing water all over herself. Then birds began to appear around him. They began to spin and soon his vision turned back to darkness. Finally, getting a hold of his body and mind, Ryuu’s first reaction was to rub his forehead with his right hand. He cried out in pain. “Oww,” he let out. He pushed against the floor with his left in order to sit up. His eyes were still closed. “Man… why are you throwing things that heavy around?!” he said. He finally opened his eyes to see that Jojo really was in a purple bikini. He tilted his head, and then he laid back down. “I think I’m still dreaming,” he said holding his forehead still. Who would’ve thought that his dream would have the same exact vision of Jojo in reality? Ryuu just laid on the ground until someone told him that this was reality, and he wasn’t dreaming anything. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Kurai Kari-shi]

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

Equipped:

Starter Fist and Kick| Starter Cloth Armor

Skill
Iron Body

Shi by no means experienced such an atmosphere of embarrassment in her whole life, this would be her first ever impression and an innocently accidental one at that. The out-and-out, horrifying, coincidental, mishap coupled with the physical introduction couldn't have gone any worse off, even if it was scripted in Hollywood. “I’m…so…I’m so… terribly sorry ma’am. Please forgive my accidental clumsiness ma’am.”

Attempting to bow and allow her innocent cute expression to calm her down some. Her physical body language just wouldn't cooperate at this given time. It was one thing, right after another this night. A minor percentage of the searing liquid dribbled out of the catch pan overflowed and trickled liquid hadn't cooled just yet. She accidentally slid into it, though only slightly. Her voice let out a loud howl of pain. Her hands flailed outward first backwards. Her balance was about to be off kilter, as she adjusted her waist to swivel to the right somewhat and regain her balance. This wasn't working either, as she continued to flail in pain, her arms furiously waving about while yelling.

She leaned forward once again, though she was further then arms reach of the green haired woman the catastrophe was inevitable. The short time that she could see was a burr until she landed on the ground behind the green haired lady. She had unfortunately gripped her hand for balance, between the green haired ladies bikini top, her weight crashing forward, landing on her stomach. She rubbed her head and ears slightly in a daze. Shaking her head slowly, feeling a soft cloth in her right hand, placing it up slowly up to her face realizing the fact the green haired woman’s bikini top.

“Oh shit…oh shit shit shit. Demmit Shi, what the hell did you do now?” Looking up at her with her huge, innocent, golden eyes, hopefully her look will lessen the blow that was about to come.

WORD COUNT: 320

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Jojo had already been blushing but her face blanked when all of a sudden the hammer that had been intended for Shi’s head had actually slipped out of her hand. The hammer had rebounded off someone’s head; someone to whom she did not even realize was there until her eyes went to the mini map to see the green dot of Kumori. Her eyes went wide then just from sheer depression of causing more pain to this person. So much pain had been dished to him and she could not believe that the hammer had done that much more pain to him. Her body would be rushing forwards by now but something was stopping her in her tracks, something that kept her from moving forwards because it was just that suspicious. Looking down upon the girl that had actually dropped that far down until her eyes peered upon the individual ideally.

Jiggle… There was something there that she had not been surprised until it actually moved. The bikini top on her had been torn off, the very purple bikini top that was resting in the hand of the girl that had wound up biting her own breast. Jojo felt the fury billowing upon her face, the reddened blush flowing along her cheeks as she looked at the individual and thoroughly the display of such an individual was doing this and Jojo could not handle it as she looked and found a large hammer. This hammer was the equivalent of a larger hammer that basically could be considered along the lines of a steel pole with an anvil at the tip. She brought it around and aimed it to crash into that small body’s center, the chest. Jojo was blushing with this having occurred and her eyes absolutely hated such a thing and her body responded in due kind.

Whether the hammer hit or not, she rushed over to head over to Kumori, her eyes widening and immediately utilizing her healing skill to help along this boy as her healing hand placed on the wound of his face. She absolutely needed him healed so that her mistake did not disrupt him. Little did she know, that she was still topless, her body and sweat all at once doing such things. This of course would lead down the path of mistakes if she were not entering into a path of basically flaming the boy into the path of being more “ero-sempai” than earlier on.

Notes ╡ Heal used [-5]
Word Count ╡ 412 words

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 95%

HP: 100%

[Haneroze]

(Legend: "Haneroze's thoughts" / Actions / (Off-RP) )

(Equipped hair accessory: Feather Hairband: A discreet leather hairband placed under the hair. A set of two feathers come out backward close to both ears, smallest one horizontally and longest one aiming downwards. )


Haneroze had just finished her pronounciation practice with Ragnarok. It was time to head back to the main part of town. Since she kind of randomly wandered into this faraway place, she decided to look for a quicker and simpler path, since she may most likely return to this place for more practice. During her way back, she looked all around, in order to get familiar with the surroundings.

Then, she saw a familiar face far away. It was Kumori, to whom she had bought clothes the day before. He seemed to be entering what appeared to be a forge.

"I wonder what he's doing there. Ah, now that I think about it, isn't that the place of the rumors about that skilled blacksmith? Maybe he's here to get a strong weapon crafted? Should I follow or not? Hmmm... Well, it could be a nice opportunity to get acquainted to a skilled blacksmith, and... I didn't have any luck on my last accessory, maybe I could request him for it? Thought he'd probably feel like it's a waste of time to craft a level 1 accessory... Ah, well, can't know without trying!"

After taking her decision, she walked toward the forge. From closer, it felt like it was old, but Adventurers didn't really care for that. She thought he probably found this place for practicing while avoiding as many unwanted guests. She entered the place, looking around. She could hear loud noises, so she supposed that's where everyone was. So she walked to the room source of the noises.

Upon arriving in front of the opened door, she discovered a scene she never thought she would stumble upon. Kumori was laying on the ground, with a woman that wore almost nothing, nothing even to hide her chest.

"W-w-w-w-what are they doing? Surely they are not...?!?"

Haneroze simply stood there, turning all red.

[Kumori]

100% 100%

Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 Skills: Tags:

: Word Count : 0304 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Yep, he was definitely dreaming. He opened his eyes to see a topless Jojo to his side, her healing hand on his forehead. Nope, he was going to close his eyes back up and pretend he was unconscious, but that would just lead to even more terrible ideas of why he was like that. This was still a dream right? Naked women in his dream? That was somewhat typical… Was he still unconscious, well to be sure he stayed there. He didn’t move, he just laid there like a dead person. Should he have spoken up? Well there was another person behind him, now. Probably too flabbergasted as to what to say. Well, Ryuu should probably fix this, dream or not. He didn’t like seeing women bare in public, so he’d simply say: “Jojo… get a jacket,” he said as he waited for her shadow to move so that he felt it was safe enough to move. That was unless she decided to think that his seeing her bare top warranted another kick in the balls. Ryuu scrunched his legs in a bit just to protect them a bit better in the case she decided to get that idea again. Getting your balls bashed in, even with immortality was never fun. “Why is it that every time you’re around, something like this happens and makes me look worse than I really am,” he wondered aloud. He sighed heavily and after he was sure that Jojo wasn’t anywhere close to him, he got up, turned around towards the door, opened his eyes and walked out the door and close the door promptly after. “Tell me when you’re decent,” he said. “Hello Haneroze, nice to see you here… looking for a smithy I assume?” he said as he leaned against the wall and rubbed his forehead. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Kurai Kari-shi]

MP: 100%

HP: 1%

Equipped:

Starter Fist and Kick| Starter Cloth Armor

Skill
Iron Body

There was a certain sense of irony in the whole situation. Shi was innocent, not some perverted girl, who purposefully sexually assaulted the other green hair woman. Yet as always, misunderstanding lead to, escalated and unwarranted violence by others. If she could, she would have told her that. The shock and horror still fresh in her mind and was about to be made all too clear to her, just how violent this woman could get. “But…but…but…It was.” Were all the words she could get out before her pupils grew larger then saucers.

A loud hiss and clang could be heard as the larger than life hammer was dragged up from its sleeping rest by the green haired woman. The tiny fragile body from the female blacksmith uses the momentum of the large object and propelled it into her the air. Shi’s eyes grew smaller as the heavy object grew closer. She nearly saw her whole digital life flash before her eyes. “All over a mistake…you know mom always told me there would be bad days, really bad days…and then epically bad days ,and neep if this wan't one of them.” Thinking just before the hammer fall smacked her chest.

There was a loud thud as her soft tiny body connected with the impact of the huge iron hammer. Her mind would be forever etched, the moments, as the black skies and dim lights flickered. The lightning all around her crackled inside, her body pain receptors, as they all flashed simultaneously, and yet not even a time to savor the pain as mind began to blur, a startling sign that she might be making her first trip to the fabled cathedral others had talked about.

It seems that fate had finally found her an inescapable destiny to meet it just once in her lifetime here. Initially she sat there for a second or two, until inertia and gravity sent her flying upwards. Her body spiraled with a twisting grace of a bare pizza out of the box, arms flailing around and under with her legs completing the same mid air dance. There was calmness in her mind for a few nano-seconds of time. Finally her body had some resemblance of balance. Her head was no facing down and her feet facing upwards, speaking a raspy tone. “Well it could be…” The last words should have been “worse” it never came out.

There was a loud impact and small crater indented in the wall from her body. At first it wasn’t so bad, but then it hit her all at once. Shi body had turn into a suspended wet, gristly squashing and crunching reminiscent of the noise made by tearing apart raw chicken meat. Her body became become racked with convulsions as its skeletal structure and musculature frame shifting around under the skin, a process which is accompanied by a wet, tearing sound. Her voice came out as loud scream of pain as her eyes opened up nearly popping out of her head from the impact made last upon her tiny head.

Blood spurted out from her mouth in a small jettison forward. The last blow that clinched it all, was the hammer hitting her in the chest which dislodged her from the wall. Slowly sliding down the crater she toppled end over end off the open ledge of the upper balcony and plopped onto a board. The board drooped downwards as her near-lifeless body rolled over to where the green-haired lady was. She was now on her back, her cleavage exposed from the large tear on the cloth gi she wore.

WORD COUNT: 600

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Jojo’s hammer swing had come through for her, landing it directly onto the body and crushing it with satisfying and crunching sounds of each bone and ligament of the body to which such crushing sounds satisfied her even more now. Jojo only grinned immediately all the way to the point to her healing the leader of the guild. Her eyes actually kind of went wide, her body shivered in the whole physical anime style of it with which her eyes and body completely went into a mild way of completely imposed in a position friendly enough to be kindling the fires of youth. However there she was atop Kumori blushing and yet she did not hope to be heading in that direction. She was actually truly trying to help him in this regard. The long green hair easily enough seamed to almost cover her from the world’s view except someone had walked in at that very moment as well.

Fate had ways of making people feel really bad once in a while, and Jojo absolutely now understood what Kumori must have felt all the time when Jojo noticed every near perverted and erotic thing that may have occurred around him. This was until she finally found herself coming through and looking down at him once he spoke something causing her to blush more red than the native Americans of the old world. Such words spoken needed her to reel in her mind and even focus on what to wear as well. Jojo’s eyes went down and noticed Kumori was cringing as well, wondering to herself if he was in pain elsewhere until she remembered every attack she ever did to him, counting them to herself as the attacks were still countable up to that point in time. Jojo could not believe there were so many times nonetheless before now that led to this being such a case.

The first was that moment when Jojo had kicked him there once before, then the point when she last met him back at the Sarum expedition when her hand took the stave she owned and golfed it into his balls. Quite literally, balls of steel effect made way it seemed into that moment due to the stave forcing through and shattered into two pieces. Jojo now recalled the most recent attempt against his life but that most recent attempt was just not intentional in any part of the word as Jojo looked at him and felt a tear roll down, followed by another and more after that. So many tears falling down upon her cheeks and landing upon he who was under her before he was scooting away. Jojo was about to begin apologizing for every antic motivated attempt against his manhood and his pride, both of which probably never saw the light of day in the ero-sempai actions she named him for.

Jojo’s eyes only went wide then when falling onto the ground and being falling onto from somewhere led her eyes to looking up and over to her squirming body where the girl she hit earlier with the anvil hammer had brought her down. Jojo looked upwards to this individual flailing in the comical light of things as her voice finally came out in the first time that day, “Get off of me perverted rapist woman!” Her voice breaking as she kept trying to get out of that position as she just kept feeling she could not be imposed in any other way out of this position. “Get off get off get off…” her voice kept squeaking out more now while eventually coming through and looking up at the two people and Kumori as she sighed, “Well, Ero-sempai I would like to apologize for the pain you went through, I did not intend on hurting you again so soon.”

Notes ╡ Accusations
Word Count ╡ 638

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 95%

HP: 100%

[Haneroze]

Haneroze tried her best to understand the situation. But whatever it was, she could only think of it all being wrong, even if it really was a misunderstanding. And on top of that, there appeared to be a third person that rolled closer to the scene, a girl that had blood coming out of her mouth and with torn clothes.

"What, in God's sake, happened here?!?"

But despite the two people noticing her, no one actually tried to clear the misunderstanding. The green-haired woman struggled off with the wounded girl calling her a perverted rapist, while Kumori just walked toward her and asked what she was doing here, as if nothing important happened. And then, the green-haired woman excused herself toward 'ero-sempai'. Nothing made sense, but everything just seemed to hint toward Kumori being a pervert despite what he said. Haneroze gave a mean yet embarassed look at Kumori, hoping at the same time she didn't get measured by a pervert the day before.

"Someone better explain all of this soon! For now, there's a wounded girl!"

She slammed the door, keeping Kumori outside the room, and ran toward the white-haired girl. She pointed her with her right thumb and index.

"Prayer of Recovery!"

Blue jewels surrounded the girl and the sound of small bells sounded through the room. It was a very weak heal, but that's the best Shamans could do.

[Kumori]

100% 100%

Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 Skills: Tags:

: Word Count : 0649 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

‘So soon’? Was she even sincere about her apology? In order to cease their argument, he decided to be the better man and dropped it. He wasn’t going to go off on her for saying it, but he wouldn’t stand for it as much as he did before. The golfing of his family jewels had been the straw that he would not take, and well, at that point it was tossed out and trampled over with a home run bat and a ping out into the horizon. Goodbye last straw, it was nice knowing you! “As much as I wished this was a dream or nightmare, unfortunately, it’s not,” he sighed as he got up after being healed. He was immediately pushed outside and shut out of the room. He sighed as he looked at the wooden door in his face. He opened it up. Since she couldn’t very well lock the place up, he could still open it and do what he thought was necessary, since other onlookers were probably going to come by. He rubbed his head slightly and opened up his inventory as he removed a vanity cloth jacket for Jojo. He threw it towards her to cover her up. “Here, wear that until I make something for you to wear,” he said. He then looked at the small girl and looked for something that was close to her size. Unfortunately for him, all he could find was a t-shirt he wore at times, He took it out and threw it at the hurt girl. Ryuu handed her a potion so that she would be able to recover from the attack as well as not forcing Jojo to do something she didn’t want to. There was animosity, even with a misunderstanding like that. Since she had seemingly ripped Jojo’s bikini top off, he could understand Jojo’s frustration and anger. “Here. Drink up.” he said, knowing that Haneroze’s healing powers were not strong enough to heal that much in so little time. He then looked towards Jojo and shook his head. “Do you mind turning off the ability to deal damage in this building? I know you own it, but I don’t think it’s very safe for customers,” he said. He realized why she was working in the smithy with only a bikini on, but it didn’t mean he approved of it. It seemed that he’d have to make something that would shield her against the heat but still cover her body well. In the real world, many times, he’d buy a dry-fit shirt in order to protect the body from prying eyes in addition to allowing breathability. “I’ll take Haneroze with me while you clean up. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone,” he said as he turned towards the door. He attempted to grab Haneroze’s hand to lead her outside and closed the door behind them if she followed. If she chose to follow him he would say: “I’m sorry for the mess my guild member was making. She hasn’t been home for an hour yet, and she’s already causing trouble,” he sighed. If she chose not to follow him, he would let her be and just go to the guild house by his lonesome and grab the necessary materials. He would have to walk towards the guild house to get some materials for his crafts, and he also remembered the requests Jojo had made of him the last time they were on speaking terms. He might as well complete them all at the same time so he wouldn’t have to worry about it later. Ryuu was pretty practical when it came to doing things in bulk. Ryuu walked back towards the smithy and didn’t say much. He wasn’t in much of any mood to talk, so he remained silent as he opened the door to the smithy, wondering what he’d see then. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt: