Completed Where am I? (Phobius)

[Darkalin Pinewood]

25th day of Spring, 514

He opened his eyes. Still in an alleyway. Check. Still a road. Check. He looked around, not recognizing any of the houses nearby. "Spire? Check. Money? Check. Food? Nope." He says, looking for a place with food. Food. Where to find food. There? No. How about here? No! He wandered into a street and head towards an inn, but then bumped into someone....

[Phobius]

The man they called Tsayvn had smiled when he entered the Unstable Stables, but to Phobius he seemed to have been a bit distracted. Their conversation was short and simple; Phobius told the man that he'd be out "exploring" the city, and, as much as he'd love to bring his buddy Ar-Ar along with him on his journeys, it'd be best if his horsie-friend had a comfy place to stay while he was out. The trainer had laughed at him a few times, though in a light non-teasing way that made the young man laugh right along with him. Then Phobius had paid, received his change, and given Araphos a friendly pat on the back before turning on his heels and heading out.

"That'll be three silver-rimmed ones for each day," Tsayvn called over his shoulder, already busy with unbuckling Araphos' saddle. "So hang on tight to that change I've given you."

"Got it. Thanks, Mister Raingrass!"

After that, Phobius wandered down some streets for a bit until a deep growling in his stomach brought him to a stop. He put a hand over it for a moment, as if he was trying to measure just how empty it was. Tummy wants food. Huh...I can't really remember the last thing I ate, 'cept for some of those wildberries I found in that bush...but that was a while ago.

That settled it, then. Food was to be his new top priority. And what better way to explore the famed "City of Illusion" than to go taste its dishes?

Finding the food...well, that would be the challenge.

Phobius closed his eyes, then spun around a bit in place with one arm held out, his finger pointing ahead. Then he stopped himself. The finger was pointing southeast.

"Thataway we go."

Sticking his hands in the pockets of his katinu, Phobius started down the street in the direction he'd chosen, only to bump into someone. Immediately, the young man shrank back a few steps, his eyes wide and with the slightest tinge of fear. "I'm sorry! I was staring at my feet and didn't look up. Sorry," He said, the apology coming out in a near-splutter. Then he tilted his head at the person he'd collided with, much like a curious dog would. "You okay...?"

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[Darkalin Pinewood]

Darkalin was surprised. Does this guy know I'm Symenestra? He thought. It was only then that he remembered the stranger. "Oh, don't worry, I'm fine." He said.
He looked about, smiling at the humor of the situation. "I hope that you are also okay." Darkalin said as he turned around, determined to reach the elusive inn. I feel like I am missing something. I am certain that I have everything. He thought, just as his hand reached his side.
Where his Fathers Greatsword was a minute ago. He spun about, just to see a child running out of the alleyway Darkalin had been, holding the ordinary, plain sword that meant much to young Darkalin. "Stop him! Thief!By the Death of Sylir!.......

ReadIn this case, Darkalin is using "By the Death of Sylir!" As an exclamation of anger, or an angry phrase.

[Phobius]

At the person's words, Phobius smiled. He was fine? That was good. The young man had immediately begun to worry that the wanderer would be angry with him; after having been on his lonesome for weeks on end, Phobius wasn't sure that he was in the mood to be yelled at, again. It had happened enough at home.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine," Phobius replied, the small fragments of fear that had been in his voice quickly replaced by his normal cheeriness. Staying put in his spot, he titled his head some more, and was just able to catch the glint from the person's eyes. They were red...deep red, like a...like a blood-red, almost. It was...really interesting.

Then the stranger turned, and Phobius straightened himself. "Where are you—" He began to ask, starting after him, but then the child appeared, streaking from the alleyway with a sword clutched in his hands. Phobius blinked at the scene, then looked back at the stranger, who seemed angry. At me...? No, I didn't do anything...

...Thief?

"Wha...? That's yours? Oh...should we...should we call someone?" Phobius said, staring at the child as it ran.

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[Edgar]

The young thief tears down the streets, clutching the large sword's hilt against the side of his chest. As the child rushes blindly down the street, he looks over his shoulder to check on his prize's former owner. Unfortunately for him, this glance back prevented him from noticing the man standing in the shadows ahead of him. As the child runs past the man reaches out from his black cloak and grabs hold of the boy's shirt collar with a single fur covered grey hand, yanking the boy up and causing him to drop the sword. The man brings the child's face up to his and stares him down with his red eyes.

I don't think that belongs to you... the man says says with a deep growl.

[Darkalin Pinewood]

The Symenestra was confused. Why would a complete stranger, a Zith from the looks of it, help me? Darkalin thought. He rushed over, quickly taking his sword from the kid. "I believe this is mine." He said, studying the Helpful stranger.

Darkalin Smiled. Then laughed. "Thanks. Us Armed and Dangerous have to stick together. I'm Darkalin, and who might you be?" Darkalin said, looking at the child. "And what are we going to do with him?" He asked flashing a fanged smile and waving his black mane back and forth.

"Wait. You red haired man who I walked into. Where are you going?"

And this all happened within the span of no more than a minute.

[Phobius]

Phobius stood in his spot, a bit at a loss as to what to do about the child who had grabbed the man's sword and run off with it, a large hand seemed to shoot out from the darkness of the near alleyway and grab the kid by the scruff of his shirt. Phobius watched in awe as the child was then lifted into the air, his small feet dangling off of the ground as he was forced to come face to face with the new stranger.

And was that fur all over the new stranger's hand? Interesting. Hey...maybe he's one of those ape-people that I've heard about. Then again, there are furry people all over.

All of a sudden, the first stranger was talking to him. At least he assumed as much; out of the three of them, four including the most likely-frightened boy-thief, he was the only one with red hair. Unless the furry stranger had some, too, but he was wearing a hood over his head, so it was impossible to tell.

"Going?" Phobius repeated, blinking at the first stranger, his amber eyes full of wonder. For a moment, it looked as though he had no idea where he was, but a moment later the awareness flooded back into his face, and he smiled. "I think I was gonna go and find some food. It's been a while, and some people told me that the city had some really good restaurants. I wanna find out."

Then another idea crawled into the boy's head. He lit up like a lantern.

"We should all go together! You, me, and mister ahh...Mister Furry Man!"

Then Phobius turned his attention to the boy-thief and titled his head at him, particularly staring at the way his legs flailed around, hovering above the ground. "You probably can't come, though. Shouldn't you be going home to your momma...?"

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[Edgar]

Gods damn it Edgar, this is not how you keep a low profile!

Edgar turns his attention from the wide eyed child hanging from his hand and looks over at Darkalin, quickly studying his smiling face.

Well, there is no way in hell he hasn't noticed me. Although... He doesn't seem to mind what I am... Oh well!

Edgar drops the boy, who lands with a thud and a whimper flat on his butt. Edgar quickly undoes his cloak, tossing it off to the side.

No point in hiding now!

Edgar spreads out his black leathery wings while stretching out his arms to his sides, taking care to have each of his sharp black claws well on display. Adding a good monstrous growl and Edgar has left the poor boy petrified with fear, staring with eyes so wide it's a wonder that they didn't pop out and run away on there own. Edgar steps forward, arching over the child. Normally I eat thieving children like you, Edgar growls, but luckily for you the last boy I found was particularly fat and filling, so I'm going to let you live. Edgar brings his face down level to the boy's, displaying his fangs and doing his best to bring a crazed look to his eyes. However, if you ever take something that doesn't belong to you again I will find you and I'll... be sure to bring my appetite!

Really Edgar? Bring my appetite? Gods, you sound like some lame villain from a child's book!

The child brings his head down and slams his hands onto the ground, I'm so sorry! He snivels, I shouldn't have taken the sword and it was wrong and I'll never do it again and I'm sorry and please don't eat me and please don't tell my mom!

Edgar straightens himself back up and takes a step back while he wraps his wings back around himself until they envelope him like a cloak. Very well then, you may leave.

Then boy quickly scrambles back up to his feet and tears down the street again, quickly disappearing into an other ally. Edgar turns back toward Dakalin and clears his throat, The names Edgar, he says in a somewhat deep, smooth voice as he hesitantly reaches for a handshake. Um... Ah... Is your sword... Um... Is your sword okay?

[Darkalin Pinewood]

Darkalin reached for the hand, and shook it the moment it was offered. "My sword looks fine." He looked to the sky, and saw that the sun was well into the sky. He turned to the red haired stranger. "Food? Of course. I was on my way to eat anyways."

"What is your name, anyways?" He asked. And why are these strange events happening? He sighed. Then he laughed. What a strange group we make! A Zith, A Human, and A Symenestra. He thought, his smile stretching across his face.

"Does anyone know a place that serves good Bruka?"

[Phobius]

"Phobius," The boy replied, patting himself on the chest as he introduced himself. And it was good that the strange pale man seemed to want to go and get some food to eat. Now Phobius wouldn't have to go floundering about on his own, browsing the changing street and rearranging buildings for a restaurant to eat at. ...He'd still be floundering about, of course, but...at least he'd be with someone else.

"I...dunno what 'Bruka' is," The boy continued, sounding uncertain. "But I'm sure we could ask for some. I heard about this place called The Rose that's supposed to have really good stuff to eat...we could go there!"

Had he ever been to the restaurant before? No. But Phobius was confident enough that he could find it, and he wasn't above asking for directions. The boy then turned to look at the man with the large wings. "Edgar", he'd called himself. Tilting his head a little, Phobius asked "D'you wanna come with us? You said something about being hungry, I think."

And he'd said something about eating that scared little boy, too, but Phobius was treating those words as a joke. He'd only been trying to scare the child.

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