Solo Gearing Up

[Ana Sol Starris]

Spring 16th, 513AV Multiple Places The day had started out like this: Ana was faced with a problem that involved food, a measly apple, and a glass of water a day did not work well on ones body, every day. After the little fall out betwen the thief, and Zandelia, Ana found that she couldn't rely on others to get things done for her, especially when said others didn't like her. There was too little for her to do during the day on her own, and exploring the city of Nyka would eventually become boring, Ana needed a distraction. So why not go hunting? The only problem with that was the fact Ana didn't know how to hunt, yet alone use the tools of the trade without some practice. Or where to even find said tools. But she could learn! She needed to find somewheres that would sell her hunting gear, if only the citizens of Nyka didn't despise foreigners, it would have been easier to find the Bloody Hunter. When asked where to find hunting goods, Ana had been told to jump into the Aperture, others had shouldered off her questions and went on their merry way. Multiple occurences of the same thing continued to happen, and Ana's nerves were tense before she even decided to try out hunting, her patience meter quickly depleting. I am going to PUNCH someone in the face if I don't get answers soon. The thought was hard, and bloodthirsty, she was wasting valuable time on stupidity. Unfortuantely for the next person, they didn't give her any answers. "Excuse me!" Ana called out to a boy just a few inches taller than herself, raising her hand to signal to him, running to catch up "Do you know where I could find hunting tool-" "Shove off." He cut her off, not even turning to look at her. Ana seemed to snap at him, why was everyone so rude? She was just trying to ask them questions in the first place! The thief yanked on his sleeve to pull him back towards her, he reacted by attempting to shove her away, he successfully did, making the thief wobble to a knee. Glaring at him. She was absolutely done playing around now, she wasn't going to let Revy get the better of her, she wasn't going to let Zandelia drag her down internally, she wouldn't let Ximal lecture her, she wasn't about to let this snot nosed brat get away with shoving her, and then smirk about her pitiful weakness. When he turned around to start walking away, Ana stood up and barrelled herself at him, tackling his mid-section and digging a shoulder into his back. In turn, bringing him to the ground with a surprised 'oof'. Both sprawling to the ground with a crazed Ana scrambling ontop of him. Pulling at his hair in an attempt to smash it into the ground while he tried to grab onto her legs, and roll over "you! Will! Tell! Me! Where! To find! Tools!" With each pause was a movement to rub his face into the ground, and pick it back up again until finally he did he turn over. That probably wasn't the smartest of ideas to do, because even though he managed to do that, Ana was pulling and scratching at his face. When he tried to get up and away, he gave her enough room to take a leg out and wrap it around his neck, squeezing her thigh and foreleg tighter. "TOOLS!" Ana screeched, insane by now. The poor boy, that poor, poor boy, frantic over the deranged woman now trying to throttle and strangle him with a leg started to spill what he knew "oy! Get off you crazy girl! You want tools so bad go to the Bloody Hunter in the North qaurter."

[Ana Sol Starris]

"The Bloody Hunter?" Ana reitterated what he said, laxing her leg, but that seemed to be enough of a distraction for him to turn onto his side, get up, and grip her legs to throw her off. Ana rolled along the ground, feeling the thudding impact of stone to flesh reverberate through her and shake her body, at least she had gotten what she wanted. Except... Well... The boy didn't seem to be done with that, a sharp kick to the side greeted her with sudden pain. It was enough to make her curl inwards, groaning in pain, another kick connected to her side, leaving her without breath, and then something wet was spat on her face. The boy had spit on her, leaving her in the dust. ...Well at least I have the place I need to go to.. Before moving to find the Bloody Hunter, Ana first would clean herself up to her best of abilities, and check her body to make sure how terrible the damage was where the boy had kicked her twice. Lifting her shirt up, she saw the dark, large bruises just beginning. Pulling her shirt back down, Ana leaned against the wall she had been laying next to, breathing in the air. She was going to be going to a place that sold things, there was always the possibility of being able to steal said things, but she didn't trust that the shopkeeper would simply think she was another face in the crowd. Ana was obviously a foreigner, so she would have to look like a Nykan first before even attempting to pilfer from the place. That was the beauty of morphing, it allowed Ana to disguise herself. Lifting her hood up, Ana moved to find an alleyway that was away from prying eyes. Placing a hand on a wall, she concentrated, breathing in, and cringing, gasping, the pain in her side became more evident. It took a few moments to calm her breathing back down, and this time Ana breathed in, and expected the pain, slowing her inhale down as the pain would become a little too much. Trying ever so desperately to accept the pain and work with it, exhaling out, she felt a buzzing sensation of relief follow after. The feeling was enough to make her rinse and repeat what she was doing, liking it the more she did it, until finally she felt she was concentrated enough. Pulling at her djed and tugging it where she wanted it, she brought her other hand to her hair and thought the color of black. Applying the djed to her hair follicles attached to her scalp like a gel, and then rubbing her hand all around the blond strands, feeling with every roll of her palm carried the djed further through her hair. Dying it black. Next were the dark circles under her eyes, redirecting the djed close to her eyes, she wiped with a finger below her eye lid in an attempt to smooth out the dark circles into no circles. Next were her freckles, she did the same to them as she did to her dark circles, and soon after she went for her eyes. An easy task considering how often she went for working with her eyes, she thought blue, vibrant like Ximal's. There was no mirror for her to see her handiwork, but she had to trust in herself that she had her morphed disguise up, it certainly felt like it. Mind pricking whispers inched their way in, as well as a feeling of immense satsifaction with herself, an overly confident Ana was a very dangerous Ana in all things considered.

[Ana Sol Starris]

A half a bell later Ana found herself in front of the establishment with a great many of winces accompanying her movements. Inside she went without a second thought, there was no going back after having of physically assaulted a citizen for information, dust clinging to her hair still, but at least the spitwad had been wiped off. In the Bloody Hunter she saw a vareity of goods, ranging from knives to bows, she didn't know where to start. Ana had to think this out logically of course, if she were to be hunting, then she would have to have something that could catch food, but at the same time remain silent. Perhaps a bow? That seemed stealthy. When asked for the price, Ana was appalled at it. Fourty-five Laat just for a simple short bow? She felt her purse, would she have enough for that, and a dozen of arrows? As well as twenty Laat for just a quiver? Instead of complaining about the prices, Ana perused some more, finding one dagger to be oddly alluring in its format. Though she didn't pay it much attention at first, she was intrigued by what it was, or what type of dagger it may have been. There was only a subtle difference between it, and her own cold iron dagger. It didn't look too big either, meaning it could easily be stealable. The shopkeeper watched her of course, a kind face, but Ana had to wonder if perhaps there would have been a different approach if she had not brought a disguise with her into the shop. It was after awhile that Ana caved in and bought the shortbow, quiver, and a dozen arrows for 67gm. The exchange was brief, Ana did not speak, and the shopkeeper was polite and thanked her for her purchase with a small smile but it was wasted on Ana. Holding the quiver in one hand, and the bow in the other, she shifted each around as if she were confused on what to do. Where to put said quiver and bow. She 'dropped' the quiver filled with arrows by accident, placing the short bow ont the table next to the dagger she wanted to take, and then picked up the quiver, grabbing stray arrows that had fallen out. All the while trying to make it seem like she had panicked over dropping the quiver, when she put all the arrows into the quiver and grabbed the bow by the middle, as well as the handle of the dagger she was scheming to take. Smiling at him, Ana quickly slung the quivers strap around her shoulder, turning her body to shield both bow and dagger from view, and then walked out. If the shopkeeper noticed, he didn't give chase, not a few steps out of the shop and she was quickly hurrying away with a heart pounding against her chest. Pulling her hood back up and making her way to more alleyways, slipping the stolen dagger into her belt and walking briskly back to the Hostel. Shutting her eyes for a few ticks and releasing the djed that had been strained in her skin, eyes, and hair, she almost felt something snap at her and lay her low onto the ground breathing hard. Her body began to convulse in shivers as with each wave that rebounded back to its original form lost a bit of its elasticity. Stretched out. Ana had to grasp her chest to just get ahold of herself, sliding against the wall to sit on the ground, and just letting herself relax. She would have to hide the bow, quiver, and arrows, as well as the dagger soon, or be found out. Paranoia of being caught overwhelmed her, and spurred her into action despite her sudden exhaustion. Hurrying back to the Hostel, Ana avoided eyes, darted up the stairs, and locked herself into her room. Sliding her new supplies underneath her bed and hiding the small dagger with a slender blade underneath her pillow next to her journal. Collapsing on the bed exhausted, she would have to wait on hunting for a day or two. ExpensesShortbow - 45gm Quiver - 20gm 1 Dozen Arrows - 2gm = -67gm and now I'm left with half a gold miza to Ana's name. Yay!

[Balderdash]

Delicious rewards! Happy days and jubilation!

Skill	XP Awarded
Brawling	2
Morphing	2
Intimidation	1
Larceny	1
Observation	1
Tactics	1

Lores: Can't Trust No-one, Bloody Hunter Location, Appearance of a Throwing Dagger, Brawling In The Streets, Petch Inflation

Items and Consequences: Ana is now 13% more Nykan!, Your character has bruised ribs, Repute: Southern Quarter -1, +1 Shortbow, +1 Quiver of 12 Arrows, +1 Throwing Knife

Going native already, m'dear? A fun little thread! Keep up the wonderful work.


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