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lvl1 thief | asrin | room 203 [orphaner dualscar affiliated with pyli]

[kibounotenshi]

little fish, big hypothetical body of water || closed

[kibounotenshi]

By the time it registered with Nanami that she was actually being helped out, the two men who had been harassing her had already hightailed it out of there. She blinked, slow and even, as the…man? who had saved her handed her the backpack that had been stolen.

“…Thank you.”

The man before Nanami certainly didn’t look human, and by the look of his features and the sound of his voice, he also appeared to be an adult. Nanami had never met an adult human before, period, let alone an adult…whatever he was. She stared at her savior for a few moments, assessing him, before sighing heavily.

“Humans are…really useless in the beginning, aren’t they?”

She was speaking more to herself than the person who had saved her. She couldn’t defend herself. She couldn’t heal wounds. What use was she to anyone if she kept getting herself in trouble? At least while she was a program, she was directed for a specific purpose. As a human, she just felt…adrift.

Still, Nanami knew that human custom bound her to offering more sincere thanks to her savior, so she bowed slightly and fixed him with a more determined look.

“I can make it up to you, sir. My name is Nanami Chiaki. My friends call me Nanami-san, but…”

She hesitated. Was it…respectful to allow elders to refer to you by your given name? She wasn’t sure. Either way, she didn’t know how nice “Chiaki” would sound in that warbling, rich accent, so she cut herself off.

“…Anyway, I might not be useful for much, but…I’m determined to show gratitude. Any favor you need…I will grant it.”

She was really lucky she hadn’t fallen into more lascivious hands.

[scarskind]

[You're inclined to agree with her, though you don't say as much. Humans really do appear to be useless, though there have to be some exceptions, considering the kingdom is still standing. When she introduces herself, you can't help but think her name sounds very East Alternian. It has a... nice ring to it, you guess, even if you have trouble pronouncing those kinds of names properly.

But then she insists on showing her gratitude, and you really weren't expecting that, and for a fleeting moment, it shows on your face.]

♒: Wvell, if ye insist. I'm sure I could think a somethin'.

[This is ridiculous. Part of you is hesitating and you don't know why. Before you would have had no qualms with taking advantage of a situation like this. Did dying make you weak?

Maybe it's because she's human, because she looks so soft and pure. The mere thought leaves a nasty taste on the back of your tongue. You despise softness. You've killed trolls for less.

You feel inclined to look after her regardless.]

♒: Mm, perhaps... ye could showv me around.

[God, it almost hurts to admit that you still have no idea where to go from here because it's impossible to get a hold of someone reasonable.]

[kibounotenshi]

little fish, big hypothetical body of water || closed

Chiaki Nanami was not accustomed to being harassed.

She had, prior to Pyli, lived out her existence as an A.I., programmed to instill hope in the hearts of her friends. For that reason — and because her friends generally respected each other (with some minor slip-ups on Souda-kun’s part) — she had never gotten and sort of flack for her odd behavior, blunt tendencies, or appearance. In fact, while Nanami knew that harassment was a very real and serious thing, the idea that someone might do it to her was frankly unfathomable.

So, she sat alone on a stump outside a tavern, placidly chewing on her rabbit stew. And while the two young men at her side grew increasingly pushy, scooted increasingly close to her, and continued to exchange leers behind her back, she remained unfazed by it all.

That is, until the taller of the two men grabbed her backpack and teasingly held it over her head. Just out of her reach.

Nanami got to her feet and fixed the man with a stern look.

“That…doesn’t belong to you," she said.

“It’s my property…and…it’s filled with important things. I would appreciate it if you put it down.”

When the man demanded a “smooch” in exchange for her property, Nanami’s expression shifted from seriousness to anger. She made a bid for the bag, only to have the object thrust even higher into the air.

“Give it to me…”

But it didn’t seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

[scarskind]

[You're still getting accustomed to this place. Not only were you positively fucking dead a couple days ago (just thinking about your gruesome and untimely death makes you shudder with disgust), this land isn't anything close to what Alternia was like. You can go out in the sun without a single worry, and since these squishy little things you've learned are called humans seem to be diurnal, you realize that you too will have to get used to being awake during the day.

An unfortunate result, however, is that you're tired, and not in the mood for bullshit. Most of these humans seem to have the right idea, giving you the space you deserve, terrified of your tall form and regal stature. Demon, you've heard them whisper. They don't know anything about demons. Not the way you do.

With a sigh, you eventually ease yourself down against the wall of a tavern, mug of ale in hand. Seems like you're going to need a lot of this stuff to get through the day (especially since it's not nearly as potent as the alcohol you're used to -- only the best for the Orphaner, after all). Still, it beats being dead, you suppose.

You haven't really been paying attention to what's happening around you. It seems so insignificant, menial tasks befitting of lowbloods. You have yet to figure out the human hierarchy, though the King seems to hold the same sort of power your Empress had (has?). It's rather baffling that these humans would allow a man to have such power.

It isn't until a ruckus is made to your left side that you lift your head, violet eyes focusing on a couple guys harrassing a girl. She doesn't look older than eight, maybe nine sweeps, very soft-spoken for the colours she wears. You think that's intriguing; an Alternian highblood would have had these cads culled already. Perhaps her weapon is kept in her bag? Regardless, it doesn't look like she'll be able to fend them off easily, and something inside you stirs. You exhale soundly and get up, striding over to them. Without warning, you snatch up the one with the bag to your eye level (which is a good 8 ft off the ground), and you grin as you watch the colour drain from his face.]

♒: Got some nervwe, harassin' a lady like that. ♒: Y'knowv wvhat I do to nuisances like you?

[He squeaks out something along the lines of "Please don't kill me" and you have half a mind to do just that, but a murder would draw even more unwanted attention, which would be altogether too tiresome. His companion has already fled the scene.]

♒: Piss off, or I'll havwe yer head next time.

[You drop him, and instantly he scrambles off, nearly tripping over himself a good five times. You snort disdainfully before picking up the backpack and offering it back to the girl.]

[scarskind]

i <3 nanami

[scarskind]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

I s'ppose a good old-fashioned murder wvould drawv too much attention, hm?