#tribus-semitae

[eightfoldjourney]

Honor and Duty

Ever since Hikari had taken the throne, he'd not had as many chances to venture beyond the capital as he once did, though that was to be expected. He didn't hate it, exactly, but the king took as many opportunities as he could to venture out when the chance presented itself. Today marked just such an occasion, as a caravan containing missionaries from the Order of the Sacred Flame was on its way to Ku.

Now, Hikari didn't HAVE to go and greet them personally. He could have simply sent some troops, or even allowed the Sacred Guard to escort the clerics the whole way. However, since there weren't many pressing matters to attend to at the moment, Hikari took it upon himself to meet the envoys halfway, accompanied by a contingent of soldiers, of course.

The king and his troops rode through the desert on horseback. As they neared the meeting place, however, a familiar sound reached Hikari's ears: the sound of conflict. Shouting, blades clashing, all things he was uncomfortably familiar with. Without hesitation, Hikari flicked the reins of his mount and ordered his troops to make haste. It sounded as though someone would be in need of assistance...

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[thuganomxcs]

@tribus-semitae sent for a starter : send (crash) for our muses to have barely survived a serious car crash in the middle of nowhere. Well that happenedd

CRASH!!! Lunatics had run them off the road, and Yusuke’s truck was sent tumbling down from the cliff until finally crashing into a tree, the entire front was destroyed, and prior to the crash, Yusuke had sustained wounds from a fight made by cursed weapons. The two were stuck in the middle of the woods down the mountain trail with civilization too far which would make camping ideal to lick their wounds.

Speaking of which, Yusuke was still unconscious for the moment with his head against the steering wheel, The wounds he sustained before began to bleed through his shirt. “Ngh..slowly he’s coming to, his vision still blurry and the scent of blood stung his senses. His head is pounding as he slowly pulls away from the steering wheel.

“Hey….Franky..” He gently shakes her body weekly by extending his hand. He’s far too weak to make big and dedicated movements because of the blood he’s lost. “Wake up..ya gotta get outta here.”

[mannequinentity]

@tribus-semitae | Continued

Rain hasn't let up…

There is some pleasure to be had without drenching himself all by his lonesome; no one except cursing the skies for ruining his brand new jacket and what not. He's still waving at her like an idiot, gesturing to shelter under here before it's too late.

"Get in here already! You're lookin like a wet noodle in the dirt there love!

He removed his jacket to let it hang over her shoulders. "Look at you, being all cheeky, huh?" A barrage of kisses all over her face and lips. "I'm surprised, from how long these showers has been going for the past three days and what not. Anymore, would be starved for some sun for once in my life, but anyways-"

As expected, the joint was locked. He never wanted to do this but he pulled out a lockpick. This was risky, but it was the only way to cleanse his worries if she catches a cold, and he has never committed a wrongdoing in a long time.

Safe to say it's worth it, in case the weather doesn't alleviate soon with more baggage.

"What?"

Neutral expression, uncaring of this place except her well being. "No other better ideas, and we were out there for quite some time. Don't tell me we're going to be sitting out here, sneezing our titties off, yes? Don't like imagining you sick, you know?"

[punkbites]

Vanya sends in a photo of the bands dog. "Okay so this teeechincally our manager's dog but we all love him, this Ozzy! I aint got no clue what he is....mix of everythin I guess?'

"That name is absolutely perfect, a true prince of darkness right there! Fucking 10/10, straight up! Also he is a fucking rocker is what he is, I can tell that much."

[adeptvsimperialis]

“ i'm glad you're here. “ the redhead clings to Emps ;3

Looking to her, Revelation's lips pulled into a smile. For once, He was not in his usual golden armor, but instead a simple toga, sandals, and golden bracers with His laurel resting upon His head.

" I am glad you are here too. " He muttered, brushing His fingers through her hair in a sign of affection. Leaning back against one of those giant weeping willows, the fifteen-foot man was able to relax against the trunk as He brought Vanya closer to His side.

" I hope you could forgive my... long absences, " He hummed, " many things tried to call for my attention at once. " Rebellions... upstarts, really.

" Have you been well? "

[thuganomxcs]

“Take your time…I’m not leavin’ in a bout three centuries soo ya got time whenever yer bored and wanna come back home. Though yer goin’ t’ Hokkaido next week and not even tell me until now?? Ya jus’ wanted t’ sneak out without a celebratory dinner huh?? I mean a friggin’ project? That’s big!!” Hell it’s the biggest news he’s heard yet..while he was still gunning for his restaurant she’s actually going to do something that sounds like it’s going to be big. Granted there was this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach when she said the client was a he…but he’s old now..mature..he’s had female clients himself..still does..so yeah, it’s just work he tells himself.

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[mannequinentity]

@tribus-semitae | Continued

Lips sealed as he inspects the contents of her knuckles. "Little is an understatement isn't it? He covered it with a bottle of water. It was recently refrigerated so it should be cold enough to treat her pain.

"Any more, your fist would be turned into cracks. Why would you do that, hm? What's bothering you? Lay it on me. These ears are open as my eyes can see, and they're not one to see through you, only this fist here all shattered."

[mannequinentity]

@tribus-semitae | Continued

"—Oh, chill your sweet buttocks. Was just coming over to see what that sound is." As long as it's not smoking out from the hood of the car. "And could be worse, walking in this- uh middle of nowhere, and don't remember if town is near a few miles or not." There should be enough water bottles if it does come down to it. He'd rather not think if they're nowhere near civilization, not in this blistering heat where the desert stretches far and thin.

Layers of anxiety could not explain the temperance he's feeling — walking back and forth with no pack to smoke away these thoughts. They're racing with no end in sight, and making up conversation is already hard enough to begin with.

"Is it all gone up in smoke or still manageable? Fixing whatever these are."

He pressed a water bottle against her shoulder. "Drenching like a waterfall. Don't pass on me if you're so focused on the engine more than water."