The Nexus

[Knil'sss Crosss.h.ssspark Traiiiniing] "Dear, we're talking about throwing a few of the adorable fools into a ring and having at it, not your past. Though please, if you want to throw a pity party about the past, we're sure we can find a suitably droll violin piece to play." The wit was ...

"Well Ah appreciat' that, my friend. Ahl try to keep a lid on it, but if Ah get fourteen or fifteen deep, Ahm known to pick friendly fights and tease the cuter ones about the bar, yaknow?" There is a pause and a listen to the pair, a quiet hum passing the moose's lips as they drift their ...

[Knil'ss Crosssssspark Training] Ukry listens genuinely to the advice, giving a quiet hum as they watch the actions. There is a tilt of their head, and a soft draw of their finger along the barrel, the weave bending to the witch's demands and making the modifications to rifling which are advised. T...

"Ah mean, the satyrlyrri got a connection to nature, but Ah can't say Ahve got an aversion to iron." There is a pause and a look of contemplation on the mooses face, before a soft hum. Then a moment of reconsidering. "Although actually, Ahm not nearly as good with smithing as Ah am w...

[Horned Harpy Hassles] Even tried-and-true techniques sometimes fail, unfortunately. Despite her moment of definitely-not-gay-panic on Reuma's entry, Kestrel is a bit too preoccupied with panicking to be calmed by the little movements of Reuma's tail. Fortunately, Reuma has magic for that! Kestrel'...

[Knil's Crosssspark Training] The witch's face slowly and steadily colors with a faint green color as they listen to Reinholdt's horribly suppressed laughter. There is a scowl, and a huff, followed by a small rabbitlike stomp of the foot that might be a holdover from using Pyrhra's mask recently. &q...

[Horned Harpy Hassles] "Hey, hey... calm down. Take a step back, and let's think about it a little." Finally, it seemed like Reuma's brain was waking up, as the pronghorn spoke calmly, and sat down on the edge of Kes's bed, that little fur puff of a doe tail fluttering gently to try and di...

[Knil's Crossspark Training.] "Made it myself, just now. Using weapons made by others is.... bland to us much of the time, so we'd rather use our own." It raised the question of just how much Ukry actually knew about making or using firearms, but it was probably fine. Probably. Then there ...

"Ahl be sure to keep that in mind, though ah believe ahd need tah figure out what exactly qualifies as a fairie afore then. Tain't like this worl' got the same rules as ahm used to. Hadta get used to the real lack of... ordinary folk, yaknow?" There is a brush back and forth on their chin...

[Harpy Hassles] A new morning arrives, and with it comes sun, creeping through the gaps in the curtains and through to the bed in a small apartment room. A figure lies on that bed, under the covers, beginning to stir as the light filters through her eyelids. She groans, shifting about as she slowly...

Tuuli gives that soft, calm smirk of someone who knows they've given a fine story, and rests back to mull over their drink. There is a raise of a hand to politely wave off Rose as they depart, the Lyrun making sure not to interrupt as they nursed their beverage. Then there is a soft laugh, and a loo...

[Knil's Crossfire Training] Ukry pauses and looks around the firing range, their eyes drifting from figure to figure. There is occasionally a linger on a particularly good archer, or a particularly cute elf, with the kind of hungry stare that contemplates them like a slab of meat in a convenience st...

The witch pauses and looks between the pair, before giving a small nod. Then they begin to walk, as if they already know where Rein would be taking them. Perhaps they did; the witch did have a way with knowledge and the like. Still, a cloud of the stained glass butterflies slowly forms and settles o...

The lyrun grins, and then reaches into their pocket, nodding as they produce a red pastel. "Celebrations were in place. People from every land, even meself were carted up to the snowbound lands o' the ulfen. The stage were set, preparations made... an' th' princess vanished on the road into her...

The witch grips the hand reassuringly, and leans closer. "We know you weren't aiming for that, dear. But it would be good for you and Aran to get along, and we sense a bit of tension between you both." There is a pause and a look to the bear with a soft hum. "And yes, we want you arou...

"Lying to a witch again, are we? You are so fortunate you are cute, Reinholdt." There is a gentle smile from the saddened witch, and they offer a hand softly. "Though shooting something does sound entertaining, we would advise against shooting that particular object... it is... more ...

The witch frowns a moment, before releasing the strand and placing a hand on Aran's cheek. There is a stroke of a thumb over the bear's fur for a moment, and a sigh. "We didn't give you gifts because you were ready to understand them all, but that doesn't mean we enjoy someone acting prideful a...

"Don't overthink the pet name." There is a lazy rest of the witch's head on their hand and elbow on the bar. There is a drift of their eyes over to the doorway and the continued commotion growing outside. There is a rise of an eyebrow, and a soft breath in; a hint of nervousness and vulne...

"No." The witch pauses almost overly long there, almost content to leave it there. "They came upon us randomly, just as you have, so it was not a date. Were it so, we would be somewhere a little more exciting, we think. We hope." There is a tap of the long witches nails on their...

There is a peer at the rein, ears flicking back and forth. There is a soft laugh then, the witch actually seeming to brighten a little. " You thing the witch of faces would make a Homunculus, and make it troubled with magic? You might want to remember just who you are talking to again. You rein...

Ukry pauses as the hand touches their arm, looking at it for a time, and listening to the words spoken, their ears flicking back and forth for a little bit. As the Rein moves to pay for them, there is a gentle motion to stop, and there is a flick of their fingers, a few platinum coins spinning aroun...

The witch, fortunately, can tell that Aran is at least trying. And so he has been given a little dapper suit, complete with oversized monocle and undersized... well everything else. The tiny top hat is cute though. There is a look from the veiled witch as the boy learns to clam up, and they give a s...

"If you don't believe us on that, then we won't attempt to correct you, however.... There is no reason for us to lie about such, merely to have another... *you* attempt it again." The witch comments quietly, before downing yet another shot. As the shots begin to stack up, it's clear they ...

Another shot down, and then a slow look past Rein to consider Aran's words first. "And how exactly would you even know if we were gone for a year? By knowing each of our masks?" The witch pauses, and looks to their rings, rolling the objects of bone softly back and forth with a thumb befor...

"Not something. Someone. And you ought to know from the look on your face enough not to repeat mistakes." The tone is less irate, and more exhausted and at a distance. They lift the shot to their lips, downing whatever foul gasoline was called a drink and ordered, before setting the glass...

Tap. Tap. Tap. The steps are quiet, with a hint of authority. The lithe gazelle of a person that they belong to seems content, however, not to take up the entirety of the bar with their presence, at least not today. A heavy velvet dress swishes with each step, a black veil giving the witch of faces ...

"Reasonable guesses, Ah'd not be one tah doubt any of them. Fortunately, Ah was at the weddin', and Ah know a little more information than a guess." There is a wink from the moose, the gentle smile remaining on their lips as they take a long drink. Then there is a roll of shoulders, and a...

Tuuli takes a moment to get themselves situated, leaning back once more with a creak of their chair, and taking a long sip from their tankard in order to keep the storymaker's tools lubricated, at least for the moment. There is a soft breath in, and a wistful look of their emerald eyes, less like th...

"There've been stranger thin's happen in the name o' love, certainly. Witkchen saved an' valkyries fallen, the rules o' sky an' dirt rewritten. Such tha' it is, ah fine story sir." The moose lyrun gives a smile and a nod, before sliding the wooden figure down the bar, for the others. Ther...

The lyrun leans onto their hands, eyes watching the storyteller, a glimmer of that gold in their emerald eyes. As that glimmer moves and shines, the large crafter's fingers continue to move and warp the bit of wood in their hands. The grain stretches and grows, slowly forming one figure, than anothe...