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#1Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 8:32 am

Fujaku Nijiiro
The soft sound of the river flowing down its path was the only sound Fujaku could hear beside his own footsteps as he made his way down the rivers edge. He was avoiding the places where people would normally be, hoping to stay hidden for as long as possible before needing to reveal himself to the world. As far as he knew he was still a wanted man, and was unsure how far Joyan criminal Investigations could reach. His wooden sandals clacked against the rocks as he moved from the grassy side to the rocky river banks. He knelt down, refilling his water skin with the crystal clear water.

The wooden shealth gently clanged against the rock and he stood back up fixing his waterskin so it was closed. After putting it away, he held the shealth protectively as if holding onto the last memories of something important. The silence grew somehow even quieter as he looked into the clear water, seeing just a reflection of his own dull red eyes. The young man didn’t have even a coin to his name after escaping Joya, and now he was forced to stay to the outskirts where the silence would allow him not to escape his thoughts.

Fujaku soon got to work, making a small little base at the edge of the river, a small camp fire and a leaning cover. He sat down and began working on lighting the fire himself, pulling out a flint and steel from a tinderbox. As he set to work he couldn’t help but remember the words of his father. “Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.” He repeated this to himself until the fire finally stoked itself to life, and he sighed a sigh of relief.

#2Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:04 am

Atani

Kerii Virrel
Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir
- 246 | outfit | @Fujaku -
Winter was fading out, opening the doors for spring weather to emerge. It was a cool day, not warm t-shirt and shorts weather, but not exactly chilly either. Knowing Orchidia, the weather could easily turn colder overnight, so Kerii decided to seize this opportunity and spend some time outside. It would be a waste to spend such a beautiful day doing requests, and the elf had more than enough money to last her for a while. Luckily, that meant spending time by the river or in the forest would not be detrimental to her in any way, shape, or form.

After contemplating where to go, the Lamia decided on the river. It was not too far from the guild hall, and who knew? Something interesting might be there. Upon having walked a few minutes along the riverside, pondering about all the drama going on in the Virrels, she stumbled across a Joyan man. He was dressed in traditional clothes and was curiously making a fire, which was a bit odd considering they were not in the wild. Wondering what he was doing, the elf approached the stranger. "Excuse me, but are you... camping out here?" A tone of surprise was evident in her voice and she raised an eyebrow. She had quite the knack for finding people by the river, and it just so happened that it was another traditional man, very similar to Ren. They even looked alike, with their long dark hair pulled back.
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#3Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:17 am

Fujaku Nijiiro
The sound of the river filled his ears as he ate a simple meal of Joyan bread and cheese. He didn’t have any fish to add or dried meat to enjoy with it, but it would do. He sighed contentedly as he sat there enjoying the meager meal… the last remains of the food he had taken with him from Joya. From here on he would have to make his own, or eat the strange unfamiliar foods of this new land. His pride peaked for a moment at that thought. His mother had taught him that Joyan food was the best of all of them. But soon his peace was interrupted by a voice.

A strange language he didn’t understand, a language he had never been exposed to before in his land of Joya. His reaction was quick as he spun around, getting onto one foot as he kicked the fire away into the River. The young samurai grabbing the empty wooden sheath he carried with him, it was all he had for defence as he turned to face the young woman who stood in front of him. She was… Beautiful. Her softly pale skin and curves caught his eyes, but the most striking feature was her facial features. To call them beautiful would be an insult, she was divine in her looks.

But he shook his head clear of the growing infatuation, and stayed in his squatting position, ready to move if need be. He spoke to her in his own tongue, a Joyan dialect. “Leave now! Or ill be forced to defend myself!” the river had seemed empty, not a place people tended to travel. Had Fujaku misjudged his surrounding? Had he missed the signs of the fact that people traveled this path so easily?

#4Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:42 am

Atani

Kerii Virrel
Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir
- 288 | outfit | @Fujaku -
Kerii flinched as the Joyan reacted very quickly to her question. Instead of simply replying, he promptly kicked his fire into the river and grabbed the wooden sheath on his belt. He was in a squatted battle stance, which more than surprised the elf. She had not been hostile, but it seemed like the stranger misinterpreted her intents. When he spoke, his words were incomprehensible to her, for he was using the Joyan language. It was then that Kerii realized he probably didn't even understand Fiorian, or if he did, he understood very little of it. No wonder he was camping out. He probably couldn't talk to tavern or hotel owners. As a matter of fact, he likely had difficulty finding a job.

After the Joyan man spoke, Kerii held up her hands to show that she meant no harm. "I'm friendly!" she exclaimed, hoping he understood at least that much Fiorian. "See?" The mage cautiously pulled up her sleeve to reveal the Lamia Scale tattoo on her left shoulder. She hoped that he at least recognized it as a symbol for the light guild she belonged to, but if he was new to Fiore entirely, than her tattoo could mean nothing to him. "Understand?" she asked. Gosh, where was Ren when she needed him? The healer looked around to see if there was another Joyan around, but she couldn't see one within the vicinity. She knew that there was at least one in Lamia Scale. It was possible he was in the guild hall, but then again he might have been out on a mission. If she stood any chance at communicating with this man though, then she would have to go and find her guild mate.
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#5Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 10:51 am

Fujaku Nijiiro
The girl spoke again, the language not familiar at all. But she held up her hands as if to show she wasn’t a threat…Was she not a danger? Then why was she here? He didn’t like the idea that he had failed to notice the surroundings around him as the girl had gotten up to him with ease. His pride hurt, it stung deeply. He slowly stood up and, but he didn’t let go of the wooden shealth. He was cautious by nature, and he watched as she moved her sleeve. But the marking there was… strange yet familiar. It was a tattoo non the less.

Looked at her tattoo, searching through his memories for why it was so familiar. That’s when it came to him. When he was a younger man, still mearly a boy, a man had met with his father. He had that tattoo across his face. His father seemed happy with the man, and even though he was a foreigner, his father seemed to greet him as if he knew him. Fujaku didn’t remember much beyond that as he had been moved away by the servents, but he had caught a name from the foreign man.

Fujaku pointed at her tattoo and with an amount of effort he wasn’t used to using for speaking, he spoke in her tongue. It was rough, and not well trained he was simply repeating what he ahd once heard long ago. “Lamia….scale” He moved his hand away from his shealth. If she bore the mark of a man his father trusted then… Perhaps he could trust her as well. He huffed softly, remembering he ahd kicked the fire away in his panic to get into position. He turned back to look at it and sighed again before turning to her and pointing to himself speaking in a much more refined manner, easier with his own language. “Fujaku….”

#6Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:09 am

Atani

Kerii Virrel
Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir
- 311 | outfit | @Fujaku -
The stranger gazed at her tattoo, a look of reflection appearing on his face as he tried to figure out where he had seen that symbol before. After giving it careful thought, he finally realized that it was the tattoo for Lamia Scale. Although he said it in a thick accent, she understood what he meant. "Yes, Lamia Scale," she affirmed, breathing a sigh of relief. She let her sleeve fall back down to cover her marking. Both the elf and the human seemed to be at ease now. All that they needed to do was figure out a way to communicate with one another.

After a few moments, the Joyan pointed to himself and said 'Fujaku,' implying that it was his name. "Kerii," she replied, giving a small bow. She remembered how often Ren did that to her and assumed that it would be appropriate in this situation. Of course, Ren did it a little obsessively, but she supposed that bowing when initially meeting someone would be right. Either that or she was being way too formal. Now that introductions were out of the way though, Kerii decided that she needed to find someone to help translate. "Wait here." She held out her hands, hoping that Fujaku got the gist of what she was saying. After that, she quickly went back to the guild hall, which luckily was not too far away. The mage was relieved to find her guild mate, Ichiro. She explained the situation to him, and he was more than happy to help with the foreigner. Now that she had her guild mate, she took Ichiro with her to find Fujaku again, crossing her fingers that he hadn't left. If he still remained in the same spot, she would introduce him to the fellow Lamia. "Ichiro," she would say, pointing to the other mage. "He's Joyan too."
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#7Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 3:18 pm

Fujaku Nijiiro
She motioned for him to stay, he didn’t answer her but soon she ran off. He waited till she was at the edge of his view and once she disappeared, he ran over toward his gear. Grabbing his travel cloak and throwing it on before covering his face with his scarf. Both were well worn and much large then a man his size would need. He grabbed his sandals and ran off down the river, the wood clacking against the river rocks as he ran. He wasn’t worried about steath now. Now was just the time to put distance between himself and that girl.

Fujaku cursed at himself as he ran. To think he had been so careless. With her leaving, even if he could trust her he might not be able to trust whoever she was getting. Had the Joyan Government sent his bounty this far out? Had they already told people about him? The nagging thoughts tugged at his mind as he ran. The wooden clack clack clack filled his ears. The river was not safe, and he couldn’t go into the city. That left him with one option. The forests. But…he would have to back track. He paused as he considered what to do.

He could continue to go toward the city, following the river and hopefully bypassing the city all together. Or he could double back, risk meeting the girl again and whoever she had gone to get. Fujaku looked around looking for ways out. Soon though, he saw a way out. Running to a tree, he ripped off a branch and started sweeping away his footprints, and ditching the branch under the tree as he carefully made his way to another nearby tree. He placed his feet properly and softly, trying not to make an impression in the grass or dirt. He climbed into the tree and did his best to hide within the shadows.

#8Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sun Mar 24, 2019 9:16 pm

Atani

Kerii Virrel
Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir
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Kerii and Ichiro walked side by side, hoping that the foreigner was still there. As the elf neared the river, she knew in her mind that he probably fled. It seemed like the sort of thing he'd do, especially after reacting so suddenly to the mere sound of her voice; however, her heart was still optimistic. Once she came upon the spot Fujaku had once been though, she discovered that her mind was right. Just as she suspected, the Joyan left. "Damn it," she cursed in Val'Elvharin. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shook her head. If he fled the moment she was out of sight, then he could be anywhere in Orchidia by now. It was a large and crowded city. Despite how well she knew the area, she could easily lose track of him among the masses. That being said, she didn't think that would be too much of an issue. It became clear to her that Fujaku would most likely not opt to go into a sea of people who did not speak the same language as him. If Kerii, a girl who bore the mark of Lamia Scale scared him, thousands of strangers would terrify the Joyan. It was also unlikely that he would simply travel further down the river, which left very few options. He either went into the abandoned parts of Orchidia, or the forest. Since he seemed to like camping, the forest seemed like her best bet.

"Come on," she told Ichiro. "We're going to the forest." The translator did not question the elf, for most knew that the forest was one of the places she knew best. After all, she was a Wood Elf, and as such had a deep connection with nature. As a matter of fact, she spend the better part of her time in the woods because of it. Kerii by far had the upper hand, and as a result, she eventually found Fujaku perched in a tree. He did a good job at hiding, for even she almost missed him in the shadows. Almost. "You can come down!" she called, the translator echoing in Joyan. "We're both from Lamia Scale. We can help with whatever you're afraid of." At this point, she did not think it was due to the fact that they were merely Fiorian. It did not make sense to travel to this country, only to be terrified of its inhabitants. Clearly, something else was at play here, and if it was a threat to Orchidia or Fiore, than Kerii wanted to deal with it before it grew into a larger issue.
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#9Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sat Mar 30, 2019 2:40 pm

Fujaku Nijiiro
The tree was foreign to Fujaku, but even thought he had never seen a tree like this one before, he could see how it was similar to the ones at home. The branches were sturdy and thick, yet short and barely reached out more then 5 or 6 feet at their longest near the base. He had climbed about halfway up the tree before hiding and from there he could look out on the nature that was around him. This land was beautiful, he couldn’t help but find it almost as beautiful as the forests of his home. From up here it looked much like a painting, with soft and deep hues mixed together and scattered about. He was starting to feel a bit like he was back home.

But the peace and quiet he felt in that moment was destroyed as he heard that girls voice again. He settled deeper into the shadows of the tree as best he could, using his cloak and his scarf to try to cover his pale skin. But her voice just grew closer, and soon she stood infront of the tree. Another voice spoke after she did, in an accent unavoidably Joyan. Fujaku heard the words being spoken but didn’t comprehend them. His mind went right into fight or flight and he chose fight as he lunged from the shadows of the tree toward the Joyan man.

He grabbed the wooden shealth at his hip and pulled it free to use as a weapon smacking it downward toward the Joyan man with a red hot fire in his eyes. His thoughts were racing. How had she found another Joyan so quickly?! Was it common for there to be others outside his home country? No…No self respecting Joyan would ever leave the country unless they were forced to on orders of some sort or they were exiles. But Fujaku couldn’t risk this man being part of the Joyan Government as he relentless attacked him, swinging the shealth around like a mad batter. But each strike was aimed for vital areas, he was going for damage or even death if he could get it.

#10Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sat Apr 06, 2019 11:05 am

Atani

Kerii Virrel
Queni ya ranya ullumë vanwë umir
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Kerii had expected Fujaku to react a little more calmly than she did. The mention of Lamia Scale seemed to quell his anger when it was just her with him; however, when she was with her guild mate, the foreigner acted even more erratically. The thought was that the sound of his native tongue would bring some sense of peace and comfort, but it appeared that her plan had drastically backfired. Fujaku was far from tranquil. As a matter of fact, he began to attack her Joyan guild mate.

The elf leapt back to get out of the way. Fujaku grabbed the wooden sheath from his belt and began to use it as a weapon. He attempted to strike her friend's vital spots, but Ichiro was an experienced mage. He was able to dodge the majority of the attacks. If not, he was at least able to make sure that they did not hit anything too important. That being said, he did not make any movement to attack. Prior to this encounter, the Lamia had mentioned that the Joyan seemed nervous and expressed her desire for him not to be harmed. Ichiro understood and agreed that he wouldn't do any harm at first; however, if things got out of hand, it would be hard to keep that promise.

Kerii bit her lip and made a shoving motion. Vines shot toward Fujaku in an attempt to knock him away from Ichiro. They would not cause physical harm, but they would hopefully give her enough time to act. "Fujaku, stop. We're not here to hurt you." She nodded to Ichiro who translated her words. She silently prayed that he wouldn't misinterpret her casting a spell as means of attack. After all, if they made contact, he would realize that they did not hurt him. In addition, Ichiro had not attacked either. Hopefully he could put two and two together so the two mages would be able to help him.
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#11Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Fri Apr 12, 2019 8:05 pm

Fujaku Nijiiro
His anger flared, as the mage defended himself but didn’t attack back. How dare he not fight back against an opponent! Did he have no pride?! But the woman spoke again and performed a spell of some kind as she approached him, vines shooting out toward his left side. He landed and dodged to the right away from her ending with a shift to his stance as the Joyan translated her words. He stayed still and looked at them both, keeping a distance he felt safe with. He moved his eyes between them and when it was obvious they made no move to harm him and slowly relaxed, but did not completely remove his guard.

“Forgive me…. I am in ecile from my…. Home country.” He said this as if speaking spite at himself. He looked at the joyan and his eyes were harsh. “But I will explain no further on the matter regarding it. Why did you follow me? You should have left it be.” He turned with that last line to look at the girl. “I was obviously trying to stay hidden.” His voice carried an edge of annoyance to it now, he he finally relaxed enough to put away his wooden sheath. He fixed his red tattered scarf to recover his face and looked at them both. “But now that your both involved I assume I wont be able to hide anymore. You work with the guild known as lamia scale correct?”

He moved to where he had stashed his gear in the tree and pulled it free, checking for damage as he set it on his back. Fujaku hated this…. But it would do him no good to fight anymore. Without a proper blade he couldn’t hope to handle two magic users. He would have to play the long game as his father would call it.

#12Atani 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Sat Apr 13, 2019 6:12 pm

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Kerii Virrel
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Kerii stood between Fujaku and Ichiro holding her breath. She waited for him to respond, and when she saw that he relaxed a bit, she breathed a sigh of relief. The man then began to speak Joyan. He seemed to be saying a lot, but the elf understood none of it. She glanced at the fellow Lamia whose brows were furrowed with concern. Fujaku spoke again, but directed his attention towards Kerii. Whatever he said, it sounded bitter; however, he put away his sheath and this time spoke more calmly. Ichiro translated everything the foreigner had said. The healer's eyes widened when she found out he was exiled from Joya. That must have been hard, and it explained why he attacked Ichiro... though she had to wonder why he chose to flee to Fiore. Joya neighbored Desierto, Iceberg, Stella, and Minstrel, but for whatever reason he chose this country.

Once she heard everything in a language she understood, the elf turned to Fujaku. "Well, we followed you because it was obvious you needed some help. I mean, you were camping out by the river when there were inns and the guild hall nearby, and nobody just sets up camp out in the open like that," said the elf. She let Ichiro translate her words before going on. "We are both from Lamia Scale, but won't stop you if you continue to run and hide, if that's what you're worried about. So long as you don't do anything illegal, we're not obligated to interfere, but we still want to help, maybe starting with getting you more familiar with Fiore?" she asked, then letting her guild mate translate once more. Neither she nor any other member of a light guild had to do this, but Kerii was giving the Joyan the opportunity to learn more about the country and its customs. It was ultimately his decision if he accepted her aid or not, but in her opinion, it was better that he did.
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#13Fujaku Nijiiro 

The Peacock and the WoodElf (open) Empty Fri May 03, 2019 9:07 am

Fujaku Nijiiro
Fujaku thought on her words, and wondered if what she said was true. Had they no secondary motive? He was tired, having spent days on the run. Very little sleep or even normal rest had been had during those days. He couldn’t allow himself to be caught by potential lookouts and attackers of those who killed his family. She had offered him a chance to learn about the country, which he couldn’t care less about. But the idea of potential fresh food and a soft bed made his body ache and his mouth water. He even thought perhaps they could protect him... no, to put the burden he was carrying on anyone else would be cruel.

He turned to look at the elven girl. And his expression softened quite a bit. From the hard bitter expression he had once toward her, it was now more morose as he set his emotions aside. He bowed deeply to her, a fully horizontal bow at the waist almost. His hair flopped down gently as he bowed, the ponytail barely keeping it up. In his politesse Joyan, using no slang or shortened words, he spoke. “Thank you for the offer of Hospitality. But unfortunately the path I walk… Is no one to drag others into.” He stood up and looked at her once more. “But if I need help, or if I can help, I will answer what ever call you need of me.” He said before allowing her to respond, then leaving for the forest, to not disturb anyone else.

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