Closed [Safe Haven Hostel]Welcome to Nyka [Ana, Zand]

[Omaru]

38th Spring, 513 AV

Omarus throat was still red from the encounter with the monks at the city gates. He coughed lightly as he followed the directions a rather impatient local had given him. His stomach roared by the time he actually found the Hostel.

From the moment he opened the door, all eyes were on him. It didn't surprise him however. He was used to standing out. As if his disheveled, snow white hair was not enough, his clothes made him stick out even more. He wore his typical white, hood-less cloak overtop his exceedingly normal clothing. And the rings of stone beads around his neck clanked loudly in the silence of the Hostel. He allowed his eyes to roam, taking in the environment only a little. After his initial welcome to the city, he didn't want to accidentally anger another citizen.

He made his way as calmly as he could the counter where a woman stood, arms folded, watching him more intently than anyone else was. As he approached, he smiled warmly at the woman.

"I was wondering if you had any rooms available." He made sure to keep his voice from wavering. He failed.

"How long you wantin' to stay?" Her tone was very matter-of-fact, and almost cold. But he was beginning to think that thats just the way things are here.

"I would like to stay for the season. You see, I'm doing some-" Omaru had lost track of how many times he had been interrupted today. To be completely honest, it was starting to get on his nerves. But he didn't let it show.

"I don't care why you're here kid. Just as long as you don't cause any trouble around here. Twelve gold ones and you got yourself a room."

As Omaru fished around in his bag for the money, the woman explained her rules. He was to keep his things to himself, and not bother the other guests. Her rules on alcohol did not matter much to him, as he was not a drinker. After he paid for his room he decided he would go unpack and maybe come back down for a drink and rest his feet. He then thanked the woman for the room and began heading for the stairs.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Should Ana have been up and about as she currently was? After being discharged from the infirmary the day before, kindly escorted by her dear brother Ximal (hah! Listen to that, she called Ximal a brother- she must be loony) back to the Hostel through the Celestial Sqaure, and straight back into her old room. It was hard to believe that just a few days before she had been in a feverish coma, and even earlier than that she had been branded a thief. The whole affair had been gruesome, and terrible, it was best to be whispered of and then forgotten, to be lost in the minds of the dark deep abyss called a subconscience. At least Ana had the sense to not leave the Hostel so soon after the tragic incident of her pride and diginity being stripped away from her, and flesh marred by hot iron on both her neck and chest. Marks that were promptly hidden with a large scarf, and a shirt with a neck and tied down laces travelling the front in a v pattern. The clothes she wore during the branding had been all but decimated, and the ones which were brought from the Trio's previous location had been ratted out, and sold off by the Laat monks alongside any other possessions they could have made a profit of (bitterly thinking to herself, that perhaps they had done that just because she was a thief, what proof did they have to go by other than that? Of course it gave them the right to assume anything and everything she could have possibly owned was stolen beforehand.) "Those sons of vagiks.." Ana muttered to herself as she crept down the stairs of the 2nd floor "oughta' show them what real ones.. can do.." By 'ones' she meant thieves. Anything the thief muttered about while she hung about in the Hostel with an arm in a sling was wholly due to the pain that kept stinging in her arm. The healers had done most of the work, but she would have to fight the pain that would accompany her as her body would finalize all amends. It left her a tad more irritated than usual. There was a voice, a boys, and then Vysias as she hobbled the last few steps of the stairs. With cane in hand, Ana caught a glimpse of the fresh meat entering the Hostel, all innocent like, it made her feel squeesy just listening to him be all foreignerish. Veering to the right to hide behind a wooden column, she quick listened in onto what he was going to possibly say. Vysia interrupted him, oh sweet Vysia, how Ana would never get tired of the ol' monks steadfastness and penchant for order. It was a pity she was a monk, and had the golden threaded badges like the ones which beat her. Semi dissapointed in not hearing anything of great value, she began to wonder what was possibly hidden in the boys pockets, or stuffed away in his bags. Ana would make it her business to get into his business, he was going to do something in Nyka, but what? Heatedly, Ana would saunter out from behind the wooden column just as the boy would start to go for the second floor. Hostel's getting pretty filled up, she noted to herself lamely as she followed the boy, going to have to start sharing rooms.. Or people will have to take those blessed double bedrooms and bunk together. "Hey!" Ana called out behind him, swinging her cane about in a circular motion, a step in her gait that only spoke of deviousness. "Boyo, whatcha' in Nyka for?" Up to him she went, quickly getting into his space with a disregard to her own entirely, and rather recently.

[Omaru]

Omaru paused halfway up the stairs, turning to his side to see who had called to him. As he turned, he moved part of his cloak to the side, revealing the right side of his body. If he would be forced to defend himself, he didn't want his own clothes getting in the way. But it was obvious that he was tense. Ready to fight if had to. After the day he had been having, he wasn't about to trust anyone in this city.

He relaxed slightly when he saw the condition the girl was in. With her arm in a sling and a scarf in the middle of Spring, this girl had obviously had a rough time herself. And with the way she was swinging that cane around she may very well be crazy as well.Taking in the rest of her features, Omaru decided that this girl could probably pass for his sister judging by her size and hair color. Soon she was beside him.

Omaru, distrusting as he was, smiled politely as he turned to continue up the stairs. Typically, it was polite to introduce ones self before asking questions, but Omaru had the feeling that common courtesy wasn't so common in Nyka. Still he answered her question. After all, he had nothing to hide.

"I am here to study the Aperture. And aide the dead who have yet to pass on in Nyka." When they reached the top of the stairs, Omaru turned to her. "Why do you ask?" The single hazel eye that was not covered by hair stared quizzically. But before he had an answer, Omaru felt a comforting sensation down by his legs.

He looked down and saw the translucent figure of a half-materialized fox, nuzzling coldly against his leg. He smiled. Omaru had always been more comfortable with the dead than he was the living. The dead were easier to understand. He knelt down and stroked the ghostly figure as one would a cat or small dog. The fox, affectionately named Fidget, leaped up onto his shoulders and vanished from sight. Omaru stood again, smiling brighter now, comforted by the presence of his old friend.

Then he looked back into the honey-filled eyes of the strange girl, waiting for her answer.

[Ana Sol Starris]

"I ask because you look awfully suspicious" Ana quipped back at him, eyes following his every movement, and like you'd keel in a fight right away. She added internally as she looked down to where he knelt, surprised at what she saw. It seemed to be a fox that wasn't quite all the way there, with tendrils of mist hanging off it and the hallway became just a smidge cooler, she blinked once or twice, rubbing her eyes with her not jacked up arm's hand. When she looked back down she saw the fox had dissapeared, so she looked back up to the boy. The fox was now on.. Wait, the fox just dissipated into thin air. To say the least, Ana was intrigued, but partially weirded out by now, who was this boy? The fox itself reminded Ana of the incident earlier with her brother, it made her wonder about the differences of the two. One had mist, the other did not. Shrugging lightly at some unknown force, or more to herself.. Ana whapped him on the head with the lower end of her canesword, not hard to cause damage, but light enough to make it sting. Not caring what his reaction might have been, she started to walk away from him, waving the tip of the canesword in the air nonchalontly. "You're going to have a great time in this city kid.." "Lets hope the creepy crawlies don't come and eat you." It was meant to be a taunt, to spur an action from him but if he did nothing then she would simply re-enter her room and plop on the bed. Tired. Her arm was beginning to act up again, and it made her energy levels drop low, sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Again, if the boy did nothing she would most likely fall asleep spread eagled out on the bed, knocked out within chimes.

[Omaru]

Omaru winced slightly at the crack of the cane. His hands went to the top of his head instantly as he took a step back. He was about to say some rather harsh words when the girl spoke first. A great time? Ha! If the rest of the season are anything like today I doubt it.

It was her next statement that made him speak out loud.

"If death should come to me in Nyka..." his words were solemn and quiet. To the more empathetic listener, a deeper meaning may be heard in his words. "If death should come...I will welcome it happily. So long as my work is done." His hands clutched the beads around his neck for a moment as he was soon lost in thought. Only for a moment however. He looked up and saw the room the girl stood before, prepared to enter.

The room was right across the hall from his own. Interesting neighbors... he thought sarcastically. He walked to stand in front of his room.

"My name is Omaru. It's been a pleasure. Perhaps next time we meet we could avoid bruising my head hm?" His tone was not quite friendly. Nor was it hostile however. And with that, entered his room to unpack and settle in for the night.

OOCSorry it took me so long to get back to the thread. Been busy. If you wanna keep going we could, or we could end it here. Ill leave it up to you