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@donnelboy
The concept of crosswalks are a little foreign to Donnel. He at least understands that the mechanical contraptions moving at disturbing velocities shouldn’t make contact with the body, but…
”CREEPIN’ CARROTS--”
He’s doing well!
♚►“Hmm… I see, I see.” Despite the subject of the conversation being the protective merits of a cooking pot, the mage was listening closely, nodding at each point the man made. While his practices might have been unconventional, Erza knew full well the usefulness that such tactics could possess. “I suppose if the pot itself is durable, none of these things could be an issue. You speak of it with such passion, I can only wonder if it has sentimental value to you?”
“And what was that about ‘Risen’? Some sort of enemy?”
Eh-- she was this interested in the questionable gear? Donnel blinked, an unsure smile spreading over his lips. “You could say that, ya could! The name of Tinhead holds some meanin’, so ‘m sure I ain’t the first to try somethin’ like this to keep it held high! Although… I’ve b’in told it’s not really… the best thought out idea… But I gotta say, it’s b’in workin’ fer me just fine!”
“Oh, I s’pose you ain’t got none of them from where yer ‘bouts. They’re kinda new to our land, too. Undead soldiers, brought back by that terrible Fell Dragon, the accursed Grima! Nasty ta fight… As you might expect any corpse warrior ta be, y’know! Eh-- maybe you’ve got Risen of yer own…?”
“If only. Nothing about this is trendy, or anywhere near”.
Her mood had darkened over whatever the motivations behind either the scrawl or even the wider tension could all boil down to. No-one was doing this all with genuine care for those they claimed to; no-one could while following through with such actions, surely. It was fear-mongering; it had to be.
And she did feel for those who had come to feel threatened by the dominant human population as a result.
“You could say that. Someone took it upon themselves to speak for an entire class of people here. All they’ve done is provoke violence and more ill-feeling".
Donnel finally tore his eyes away from the offending paint splatters, turning to look at the lady with a curious gaze, only a few out of place curls obstructing his stare. “Seems like you ain’t surprised none-- I reckon that means this’s b’in happenin’...” So, then-- there were tensions, but from what she’d said, he could gather that it was not the entirety of the non-human population in Hive City that felt as the painted letters made it appear. If it wasn’t everyone else that was against the human portion, then…
His fingers curled into fists and he suddenly whirled around, turning to face toward the exit of the alley. These guys weren’t even doing the dirty work of fighting for “what they believed in”, then! They were just provoking, having others fight their battles for them. “YA DANG COWARDS!” Donny shouted at the walls, despite the culprits being long gone.
is it true that your dad is a stone? a steven stone?
“Listen here, rascal– time c’n change a lotta things, but this ain’t one of them things. This Steven fella ain’t ever gon’ be my pa!”
Startled, Mitarai felt himself being nudged towards the flower; he would’ve been completely alright with the other ignoring him, or just saying he wasn’t in the way, but this… was entirely unexpected. Not to mention unwelcome.
Swallowing back his nerves, the boy timidly looked at the flower, feeling his heartbeat echoing in his ears. “W-well…” he stammered, trying to identify the plant before him. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to mind; with a defeated sigh, he replied, “I’m afraid… I- I don’t know what it is. I’m sorry.”
It was no good, uh? Well, that was a darn shame-- but no matter! “It kinda goes without sayin’ that you don’t always get any ‘n every answer you want outta life, eh?” Donny pulled back a ways, still smiling at the unidentified flower fondly. “Guess that means we really jus’ gotta stop and ‘ppreciate it as it is and not by its name!” A festival like this was great for that sorta thing, wasn’t it? Donny clapped the boy on his shoulder. “No need to look so bummed about it! It’s jus’ fine! Is this yer first stop at the festival?”
✴-❝GAHAHA! I get that a lot, actually, ah-rooooo! So no need to worry!❞
Lobo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Even though he had a good idea of what Donnel meant, being called intelligent like that always made the wolf feel pretty sheepish. Giving the other a relaxed smile, Lobo shook his head at their question.
✴-❝Well, yes and no, ah-rooooo. Right now, I don’t think there are any other people from my world here! But I’m sure you might find some people like me– like… intelligent animals! Believe it or not, I knew a few way back, but I dunno if they’re still here.❞
His world, huh? Donnel hadn’t thought of that quite yet-- but of course! There had to be others like Mister Lobo in his own world! But-- what kind of friends did such a smart wolf come to have? What kinda animals did he get along with? Was it only certain species, or... And then, what did they eat...? “Ah, er, um-- so, you come from a place packed with wolves, then, Mister Lobo? Jus’ all wolves, is that right?” Donny shoved aside all unpleasant thoughts. “What kinda animals did ya befriend in this old place?”
She didn’t see any problem with calling him responsible, even if he did hold back her snacks and flick her in the forehead when he got annoyed with her. He never actually hurt her by flicking her in the head, though she was prone to overreacting and tearing up simply to get attention from him. But he was as responsible as anyone could get in Efi’s eyes. He worked a job and kept her fed and when they were fighting lies he was always there to help fight them. “Yeah! His name is really pathetic but he’s super strong and he’s raised me since I hatched!” If he could hear her now, she was sure he’d be annoyed at her calling him papa and saying he raised her. He didn’t seem to like being called her dad.
Oh, it was a problem. Efi was too young, and had been raised in a world where barging into someone’s house was expected, to have any concept of stranger danger. She would have gone with literally anyone. Donnel was very open, though, and she was sure they’d have a lot of fun going wherever it was they were going. She chuckled as he ruffled her hair, smiling brightly at him. Her ears twitched, flicking upward with happiness. “Okay! What are you looking for? Maybe I can sniff it out!” No, she couldn’t. She had a heightened sense of hearing, not smell. “So where are we gonna go? Oh, I know, let’s go to a candy store!”
Pathethic, huh?! Donnel was tossed yet another questionable quality that he wasn’t sure what to think of. But, hey, what’s in a name, his mama always said! “If’n he’s raised a child all by his lonesome, could it be that he’s try’na rid himself of that? After all, that’s about the least pathetic job I can think of...” What a man! Though, speaking of which, he should probably collect on hers while they were on the topic of it. “Well, I’m bettin’ that you must have the coolest, fiercest name of them all! What is it? Eh-- mine’s a plain ole reliable-- Donnel! Or Donny. Whatever you feel is easier works jus’ fine fer me!”
She was eager to help, wasn’t she? A nice girl indeed! Smiling sheepishly, Donnel looked over along the paths from where he’d come-- “It’s a stone of sorts. Heck, ‘m not even sure I brought it to this darn place or if it even meant anythin’ at all, but it is important, so I’ve gotta take a gander at least... “You know, a candy shop’s not a shabby idea...” With his luck, that was precisely where that stone had ended up. “Seen one ‘round these parts, little miss?”
@odeofnight ! continued from [x]
“Don’ mention it, miss. Looked like it was a bit of a doozy, that one.” Donnel had jumped himself, startled by her fierce awakening and the sudden grip on his hand. Getting back to his district that night seemed like too much of a hassle what with the dangers lurking about, so he’d opted for an inn-- a spend he probably wouldn’t favor down the line, but at least he wasn’t the only one with the idea. In fact, they were so full up that he’d been marked down to share with this little lady. She’d been sleeping when he’d walked in-- looking like her dreams weren’t what dreamland should consist of at all. Eh-- but he blinked at her in disbelief when he was asked to stay, holding her hand and all. His face flushed a bit and-- and was she rhyming?! “Well, I mean-- my cot’s jus’ down the way, so I s’pose I don’t mind, but-- are ya sure? Are-- are ye sure yer jus’ fine, miss?”
✴: » Glad to see he could laugh about it. Even though he could, Arnath was far less amused at the idea of eating something that touched someone’s head so.. thoroughly. Still, he seemed to have his head screwed on tight in regards to the cleanliness of cooking. It was relieving but at the same time she still wasn’t comfortable knowing that the cooking device was on his head.
“ Well, if you know how to clean your equipment you may have a shot.. “ Trying at least not to dash whatever culinary goals he has in mind.
✴: » How he seemed worried about the fact that a helmet was more expensive and heavier didn’t seem like that much of a detriment. She wasn’t thinking of a fully covering head piece but just a proper helmet that had more structure to it to withstand blows. A pot was made to simply hold heat and cook food, nothing else. Sure some were sturdy but not enough to take a hard weapon to the head. Hell she could probably punch through it.
“ They don’t have to be heavy. Just something thick enough all around to hold on its own would be sufficient. After all, how hard is the bottom of the pot anyways? Is it thicker than the rest of it or just as thin? “
✴: » Maybe she just felt partially responsible if he ever got hurt cause of that thing that she didn’t stop him. For someone so seemingly young and wanted to fight, she just wanted to make sure if he was that serious that he’d at least treat his own well being a bit better. Pot meet kettle aside, she’d listen to his explanation on how this axe breaker works, scratching her head in confusion.
“ Isn’t that a bit of over confidence? You’re relying on hitting assumed weak spots on the opponent when you should be worrying about how to work around their entire arsenal. If you go into a fight assuming you have the upper hand because of that, it’ll throw you off more if something unexpected happens. “ For her, she knew the idea of using a large hammer which was similar in practice but it was easy for her to make use of the strengths of the hammer to compensate for the weaknesses. Using dashes and staggers before slamming it into the opponent.
“ I’m sure it’s impressive, but if you’re that fast in that you should be fast enough to deal with just about any weapon. It seems odd to have a set of movements just for axes after all.. you’d think you’d apply that to all sorts of weapons. “
“ Then I’m not sure why you’d call yourself shepherds. A strange name for a band of warriors now, is it? “ At least that’s what she thought on the matter.
“ Maybe. I mean, I don’t want to call myself retired but.. I don’t really do it a lot much anymore. A few things have been happening to me lately so.. I’m not sure if I can throw myself back into that work. Besides, I’d be more interested in the person I’d have to protect, not the money that goes with it. “
Hey, so he might have a shot at this whole cooking thing after all! One vote of confidence is all it takes for him to have enough reason to carry on, whether or not it will amount to anything in the end. And, at the very least, Donnel knows how to make jerky! “I won’t be a master cook or anythin’ of that nature, but if it’s ‘nough to live off of, then I can’t say I’ve got any complaints!” The innovation of it all still moves a shine in his eye. Using his pot gear to cook-- resourceful! Wonderful! As for its durability-- he doesn’t waste a minute in whipping it off his head again, bringing it to his ears, and tapping out a jolly beat into it with sharp and quick knuckles. “Honestly, I ain’t ever seen no sturdier cookin’ pot than this ever made! It’s not like that’s what I was thinkin’ ‘bouts when I went and secured it o’er my hair, but it’s servin’ its purpose and more. It’s at least a little bit thicker down at the bottom than the res’! Gots ta be, when yer holdin’ down hair that’s this messy!” Which reminds him-- he slams it down back on his head so fast that the CLANK makes him a little dizzy. “Ehehe-- ain’t nothin’ to see there!”
But of course someone couldn’t go into a fight expecting a complete win. “If anythin’, you gots to be prepared for the worst, right? That ain’t news to me-- I’ve b’in expecting it since the day I firs’ joined Chrom and Robin and the others! But, rather, I’m aware their abilities are dashed… Though, at the same time, I’m prepared to learn that it’s my abilities that are dashed in their favor. “It’s easy to get ahead of yerself when there’s a great tactician tellin’ ya how to move about, but that’s jus’ a matter of mixing trust and reflex!” He pauses, pondering the mechanics of it all, now that she’s mentioned it. “The fundamentals are all I know when it comes down to it. Never really bothered to ask beyond that. But I c’n find out more fer ya if ya’d like! I’m a bit curious now myself. I’ve only really tinkered with the physical movement aspects ‘n all…” She has a righteous heart, or something, doesn’t she? He tilts his hat in respect to her words, brandishing a bright grin. “‘Wouldn’t call yerself retired-- then you ain’t, are you? Course, ya gotta be workin’ in this line for the heart! The way I see it, though, there’s always someone or somethin’ worth protecting. I doubt there’s a shortage of that to be found here in this dern place! “Say, I got a proposition fer ya from the littlest Shepherd. (If’n we’re excusin’ Nowi, what with that dragon form of hers.) Maybe not here ‘er right this second, but-- wanna try tappin’ out my head? As far as I know, you ain’t try’na kill me, so… And if you do hit, I’ll look into investin’ in some new gear!”
"Ehehe, pardon me! I thought I'd fished it all up when the application slipped into that tricky ol' pond down the way there, but I missed the most important piece! Ahem." Unrolls crumpled up, water-damaged paper. "Experience! See, I used ta be part of a volunteer force known as the Shepherds led by his Royal Majestyfulness, Chrom! We fought every which bandit 'n Plegian 'n Risen that threatened the land's peace, we did! I reckon Jackdaw 'er Crow would work jus' fine, as you see fit, Sirfulness!"
“Excellent. Jackdaw it is, then. Welcome to the Crows, Donnel.”
-ACCEPTED-
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☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
The sudden drape of warmth over his back startled Donny from his reverie, and the garment almost flew from his shoulders, but he caught it with clumsy fingers– pot almost whipping off his head as he turned it every which way to find from where it’d come.Ah– she was the only one nearby, so this girl had–…?A snort escaped him before he could prevent it which gave way for the hearty laughter that followed. What were the chances?! “Y’know, I’d jus’ b’in wonderin’ if I should offer up my pot helm here to offer yer ears a bit of heat– I’ve just padded up the inside, so it’s mighty cozy ‘n all! But I decided not ta ‘cos it sounded kinda funny in my head… Mind, it still sounds a bit off…“Did I look that cold? I think it’d be best if ya kept this on, though– the chill’s only gettin’ frostier and I’m more er less used to it… But thank you kindly, madame!“Here’s this if ya wanna try it on for a spell, though!”
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✂ = threatening them .
“Hoo’, howdy there.” That is a good load of strong language coming in his direction– even his pot helm couldn’t deflect that! Maybe he’s lucky that the handles of the thing are pressing his curls over his ears and obstructing his hearing some. “This is all jus’ one big ole misunderstandin’! I ain’t never said nothin’ ‘bout your ma!” But his knees are jelly anyway– he’s been in battle countless times now, but most of those instances didn’t call for a frontal confrontation like this. Yeah, he’s definitely still getting used to the intimidating chatter part. “Why– why don’t we get this sorted out over a good mug, eh, kind sirfulness?”
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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
@donnelboy
“What a mess…”
Black ink marked the wall in front of them, jagged text sending an equally sharp and merciless message. And an ugly sight, as far as she was concerned. Not only because it was an eyesore, but standing just feet from propaganda screaming “KILL ALL NONHUMANS” brought no sort of security.
Azure eyes turned to the other standing in front of the scrawl. “Did you see who wrote this? I’ve got some choice words about their ‘art’”. She raised a hand in to add in the air-quotes.
“It really ain’t jus’ some sorta trendy mood-settin’ decoration, eh?” Donnel’s eyes remain trained on the words and he leans back into himself, arms crossed, head tilted as far as his hat will allow him to go as all angles of the writings were considered. “Ain’t this somethin’ else…” He’d gotten the creeps while walking past it and stopped to get a better look-- was this kind of dispute present in this place? The words ‘man spawn’ reel around in his head, but even Panne didn’t seem so hateful when regarding them, initially. “Didn’t catch any glimpse of the rotten-toothed varmint who’s upholdin’ this sorts of thing. Is there somethin’ I’m missin’? What in tarnation is goin’ on ‘round these parts?”
【⚡】 — Robin couldn’t help but laugh at the rather delayed response. That was right, he hadn’t introduced himself to Donnel in this realm, had he? “Yes, I have been for quite some time! I’m rather offended that you didn’t notice sooner!” he joked, hoping that the playful glimmer in his eye told him he wasn’t serious. …Or, at least that he was planning something. It was the same look he got when he had a strange plan, after all.
“Either way, it’s simply a habit, then?” he pondered with a hand gliding to his chin. “Well, one mixed with a tradition? That’s quite interesting, actually! I never had considered that everyone we saw in your village wore the same pots - I just assumed they were the first things you could find in the midst of an attack, or that you never had an armoury.”
“My heart is achin’ from all of this relief! If yer here, there ain’t as much of a need ta sleep with both eyes peeled like Lon’qu’s ‘taters!” Donnel pressed a hand against his chest, heaving said relief with a single exhale, before starting up violently and hastily waving his arms. “I-- I mean, I woulda wanted ta have noticed right away, Robin, but-- ...but yer yankin’ my chain, ain’t ’cha? And I fell right into it-- yer trappin’ is a whole new playin’ field…” With a pulled face and brows furrowed for glaring, Donny retained his disgruntled appearance for all of five seconds before bursting into laughter.
“Ah-- mighty good deductions, those are!” In fact, if Donny hadn’t known his reasons for it, those would be the most plausible origins he could’ve ever heard. No less from their brilliant tactician! “Actually, that’s on the truthful sides of it all, too… Erhem. I can’t say I know how far back ‘Tinhead’ goes, but I do s’pose it made a difference down the line! Heh, is it kind’a silly after all?”
It’s odd, really. In her world there was no questioning of the small dragon running around the town. Even when everyone in a town had been told not to go out at night, no one questioned her walking outside as night fell. Later no one questioned her walking around a hotel at night with no supervision. And most recently no one had questioned letting her go on alone to save her dad from lies. Yet here, everyone seemed worried about her running around, stopping her to ask if she was okay and if she had anyone around to take care of her. It didn’t make much sense to her.
She looked at the boy who approached her and nodded at the first question. The second made her scowl though, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m looking for Papa and he’s really responsible even if he’s always flicking me and takes away my snacks sometimes.” She guessed she had wandered far from home, though she had no idea how she’d gotten here in the first place. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to be. But I’ll walk around with you!“
Always flicking her and taking her snacks-- but she claims that he’s plenty responsible? Is that some kind of punishment?! Donny scratches at his nose, stumped by the differing definitions in responsibility the two seem to have developed. Well, it’s not his business to say what this alleged responsible man is or isn’t, so he’ll nod his head at her sheepishly and raise a hand in apology. “‘M frightful sorry! I’m sure he’s a nice man to have raised such a sweet lil’ girl as yerself! That bein’ said-- you are lookin’ fer him, then?” It might be a bit of a problem, how quickly she’s said yes to him-- but, then again, Donny likes to think he gives off approachable airs, and for now he’s just relieved he’s gotten to her first. “I’m lookin’ fer somethin’ related to my Pa, too.” Reaching over to ruffle her hair, he bends into a crouch, and offers her a smile. “Maybe we can find ‘em both in one go! First, let’s try ta find outs where we’re walkin’, and we can go from there. Ready?”
✴: » That wasn’t sanitary. As she stared at the pot before her, how he implied he would just cook it like that as is she’d feel her skin crawl a bit. Not that she assumed he was a bad cook (although he seemed to think so) but the fact that thing had been on his head. So hair or dead skin would no doubt be in whatever he’d make, making it unpleasant no matter what.
“ At least wash it, first. Who knows what could be in there.. “
“ Well, I’m only really using an axe as example. Anything could really happen to you whether it be claws, muskets or any kind of blunt force or trauma. In fact, blunt force would be the worst of it, since it could crush the thing around your head. “
✴: » At mention of something called ‘Axebreaker’ though Arnath would tilt her head. It seemed kind of presumptuous to her to have a skill that specifically told her ‘if you have an axe I’ll overpower you.’ Maybe it was just the straight forward nature of how you’d declare such a thing. Well for her with demons it wouldn’t matter, but fighting another thinking human being and declaring that? Easy, she’d just use a sword. Almost in instinct would she raise up her wooden sword, patting the dull blade against her open palm.
“ And so what happens if someone uses a sword? “
✴: » Some tongue and cheek from her but it was a good lesson for him to learn how to adapt to new things. Although she would watch his irritation over apparently forgetting such a skill. Kind of coincidental given how she had none of her original power here, either. Maybe there was a correlation.. or maybe he took a hard hit to the pot.. Until she got more information on the matter, she’d keep it to herself. He seemed peeved enough as is.
“ You mean like herding sheep? I don’t really know how well I’d do with that. As for the work here, I’m not sure what’s available. All I really knew how to do back home was be a– “
✴: » She stopped herself all of a sudden. For some reason, the word ‘knight’ became a bit harder to say for.. a number of reasons. Maybe it was because she had technically speaking left that occupation.. but it wasn’t wrong of her either. She could just.. use it in past tense.
“ … a knight. And, maybe. People need to eat, after all. “
Didn’t she sound-- scandalized? Her tone was enough to make Donnel fall into a fit of snorting, but he did try to choke back the laughter to stop himself from appearing rude-- of course, this led to a small bout of coughing, but the entirety of his amusement was wrapped up with a few hearty laughs that just couldn’t be withheld. “Haha! ‘Course I’ll clean it out, ma’am! I reckon there ain’t nothin’ that sounds less appetizin’ than a Tinhead broth! I’d be stumped ta hafta try it out myself! I’ve b’in barred from kitchen duties before, but I do think that would grant me a lifetime order away from cookin’ anything at all! Ah, I never did see myself makin’ it out there as a chef anyhow…!”
He’d have to mention this when he wrote home--, and his grin sobered in serious consideration her warnings. “Even if’n that be the case, I figure it’s ‘bout the same as not usin’ anything at all. Helmets are heavier than a month’s worth ‘o pig slop, and the kinks that get into my neck are no joking matter-- less’n yer Vaike ‘n you get a hoot from that... “It may look dinky, but it’s trusty enough and enough is somethin’ I’ve more er less always found workable!” His words weren’t stern and he capped them with the return of his grin, and the return of his pot to his head. And on the matter of someone using a sword--... “Well, I can’t say that don’t change everythin’, ‘cause it sure as sweat on a hot summer day does-- see, the technique itself encroaches upon the, er, agility in the event here that the enemy yer facin’ has such a bulky strikin’ tool. Alongside that, the rest o’ the skill is designed ta hit the marks where an axe-wielder would face most difficulty, but it goes hand in hand with the speed... “ He would have demonstrated, but the moves, the motions he’d practiced for weeks on end with the camp’s members… They’re wrapped in the thickest of fogs in his head… “It’s really somethin’! Couldn’t believe it myself. Darn, I just wish I could show ya!”
Ah. So, she’s a knight? His eyes took a shine to that, and Donny was instantly reminded of the other Shepherds who could boast such a class. She’d seemed good and well before, this girl, but somehow her previous job puts him a bit more at ease. “Like I thought, you’d fit right in! Eh-- but it’s not sheep we herd, I reckon…” Huh. He hadn’t really given their name any thought until now… “Well, there’s always a call fer knights! I bet you can find a hire in no time at all!" A comforting notion, but-- he really didn't mean to stay here long.
