(unwanted) attention? [Vahn]

[Nisha]

As per usual Nisha was sleeping, pardon. Resting. Barely hanging on the branch, the cutest little snore could be heard from this eight tailed foxgirl as she made munching movements with her mouth, chewing nothing but air, but in her dream she was eating the bestest of fluffy cakes. Cakes of such fluffyness that they rivaled her well groomed tails actually. Good thing it was only a dream, if such cakes really existed Nisha would never have been able to stop herself from eating one more. Just... One more. As for where Nisha was, she was lying on the branch of an oak tree. Although in this world they might just have another name and had been watching the street that was running along below her from avon to london. It was an interesting little thing as to why she was here actually. She had heard that there were quests given from some shady lander who was up to no good. Players were paid to take out caravans and rob other players. And Nisha was here because she had nothing better to do than to do some policing and maybe see how pkk in here felt like. Thing was just that as always she had become lost and had needed an extra day for a tour that normally took an hour at most. But now she was here even though sleeping and waiting for the robbers that she had heard of to dole out sweet sweet justice. Not that she had any idea what they looked like, but she had not thought that far ahead and just headed here, she had thought about dressing in her maid dress to look a bit more helpless, but in her opinion she was looking pretty helpless anyway. 5'10" girl with a gait that told of her true real life form which was of someone who intimidated by just being in the same room and eight tails and everyone who knew a bit about the game would know that that meant trouble. Big trouble. But after an hour of waiting no one had come by still and Nisha had crawled up on the tree to watch the street from there, just to feel herself slipping into a restful sleep that was suddenly broken as she fell on a traveler below her. Fluffy tails first and aiming straight for their head as if it was a trap...

Words: 402
Tags: Vahn
Weapons: Nishan(Scar), Intermediary grimoire, Bow of the morning star
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake), Ring of morning, Ring of resting in the sun

[Vahn]

Rumors of a quest beyond London through Avon spread like wild fire by word of mouth amongst hunters and mercenaries interested in partaking in quests of such nature. Many went on ahead, gathering arms and parties to accept the quest. Others strengthened their defenses and planned for strategies to counter the quest. Counter, that is to say, live through what you could pretty much call, an ambush or petty robbery. It was no more a quest than it was simple thievery disguised with petty rewards you'd claim anyway on a more noble venture, like say, a hunt in the wilds, facing monsters spawned by the system at regular intervals. It was this kind of thing that Vahn found pleasure in doing.
Spending more than half a day in the woods all alone had proved fruitful. The monsters in this area were strong but just within his level range allowing him to survive a fight with at least two or three at once. Each beast dropping coins and some minor potions and trinkets he could self off later in town. A few even dropped rare metals he could stow away in hopes of forging a powerful weapon either for himself, or for sale once he reached the right level for it. If he went along at his current pace, then it won't take long for him to get there.
It was half past noon when he finally decided to call it a day and make the journey home. Towing a cart he'd borrowed from a lander who'd given him a side quest for materials, now filled with two carcasses monsters from the forest, he hummed to himself as he went about his merry way. He was halfway down the road when he remembered the talk about a quest in which players robbed others for materials, but that spoke of caravans. He wasn't remotely in one as he was but, it wouldn't be surprising if any ill-mannered player (or maybe even a person of the land) would come jumping on him at any time right? With a short sigh he just figured he may as well keep his guard up as he went along the path, greeting a few NPCs- or what used to be NPCs- and some adventurers that were either travelling together or accompanying them. It was relatively quiet. There's no way something bad could happen today.
That was his last thought when the ball of fluff fell on him, fluffy tails obscuring his sight as he hit the ground with a hard thud that knocked the wind out of him. Of course, his first thought was that he was under attack, and the most logical thing was to retaliate, quickly gathering himself together and pushing what felt like a dainty body off of him. Standing up to face his aggressor, he was every mixed of surprised, relieved, and confused to see the fox tail unceremoniously dumped on the ground by his person looking a little less than prepared herself- more like she'd been rudely awakened from her sleep.
Not very willing to let his guard down, but neither willing to be so tense before a girl, he took a sigh and sheathed his sword, he'd come to pull upon scrambling back to his feet, arms resting against his sides with his head down and eyes closed wondering what to say.

"Are you alright miss?" The words finally came out.

He waited for a reply, settling on giving her a person a better look, and a tinge of familiarity struck him. The avatar before him was familiar, clearly high level and much more intimidating than the memory at the back of his mind, playing on the edge of his mind. The number of tails were all wrong as well, and the height... He wondered if he was imagining things but he decided to wait for the girl to speak when the name fell off the tip of his tongue beyond his knowing. "Myriel?" He asked, realizing a second later what he just said, a response made after only just noticing the name of the adventurer before him.

Words: 687
Tag: Nisha

[Nisha]

Finding herself on the ground just a few seconds after waking up, she wondered why everything was turned upside down. Her tails had broken most of her fall aside with the innocent bystander who naturally had gone into an aggressive stance yet, just to drop it the next second. He seemed like a nice guy, some other people would have at least laughed at her by now or attacked her for real, not this kind soul who was good enough to also not help her up, which would have made this all even worse by making her feel helpless. Only slowly regaining her wits and murmuring some curse words as she saw that she was actually entangled in her own tails. Ah, this was a real embarassment in any way. Maybe if she killed him a few times or knocked him over the head a few dozen times he would forget, the all around memory forgetting spell.

Fighting with her tail to get free which had wrapped around her ankle and kept her in a very... compact manner that denied her any other way of seeing but upside down with one leg in the air. It was a good thing she was not wearing her dress or her maid uniform, this way all he could see were her pants. Even though it was definitely already enough to feel a bit of shame, even though she was awfully prideful some things still set that emotion off. She heard a voice she could not really place right away even though it sounded awfully familiar. Maybe even a bit too much. But she had met so many people on her travels already that it was nothing she did not consider a common thing. She knew so many people she had already thought about trying to actually memorize them better with some kind of mythic script which only she could see. That way she could skip through the pictures and match them with the actual people.

"Alright? Do I look alright? No, don´t help please, my tails are pretty sensitive right after waking up and it would only end in even... more... chaos... Sorry, just not feeling very awake yet and that usually makes me sound harsher than I should." Nisha said with an apologizing face, tugging on her tail in a manner as if she was about to just rip it off by now, being ultimately annoyed and also feeling slightly embarassed by this. It was definitely not the grace she usually showed around other people, or the light footedness she showed in battle. No, this was just pure not her and very much her own fault at the same time, which made it even worse. She could not even blame it on the young man in front of her, who suddenly said a word which made her flinch quite badly and finally pull off her tails as they suddenly straightened out and unraveled at the same time. That name she had not heard in quite a while, it was obvious now who he was too and so as she plummeted toward him and lay spread all four apart and looking up into his face, she furrowed her brow and asked: "Zein? Is that you?"

Well, if he was, she would definitely pin him on the next tree until he promosed to never breathe a word of this to anyone... ever. If not, she would just act like this never happened and stand up and see why they knew her real name. Although pinning one of her brothers to a tree might be a bit rash a decision and not very thought out. She sighed and moved her hand over her eyes. It was just a very weird day and she was already tired and exhausted even though all she had done was actually just sleep and fall on someone. Urgh, she really did not want to get up now, no matter who he was or what he planned to do, it felt like she was getting a headache and teared up at the same time, even though she did neither... for now. Sometimes she wished she had a day eraser button laying around somewhere and redo some days. This was shaping up to be one of those.

Words: 715
Tags: Vahn
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Vahn]

He moved to nod his head at her and speak when he found himself pinned to a tree, surprise written all over his face, utterly confused as to what in the world has gotten into his younger sister- At least he knows it's his sister. She called him by his real name. He didn't really move to try and stop her or retaliate in anyway. He simply stayed there staring at her as though she suddenly grew horns--- "W-what are you even-"

He blinked at her a couple of times, figuring she'd have something to say- and she did. She didn't want him to breath a word of this? What about this? What did she mean anyway? Oh... falling all clumsy like like the adorable little sister she was to him even though he wouldn't say that outright at her face? Yeah, pretty much. He only sighed and nodded to her, speaking nothing until she let him go... Which probably would have taken a while.

"You shouldn't worry, it's not like I'll tell anyone about how cute you look falling like that..." Oh crap.

Words: 184
Tag: Nisha