Completed [Sunset Falls] Silence,Fear and New Beginnings (Fubuki)

[Daelerria al'Theyian]

It was outstanding. Something beyond anyone could have imagined yet it felt haunting, extraordinary to say the least, to be in such place, completely away from the clangorous cries of crowds and the busy streets of the ever populous city. The journey starts here, the starting point of a girl bringing honor to the one she should, forming the smallest legion of comrades and protecting the ones who should really be protected. The path is often bent, crooked in many ways but her motives are as straightforward as her foolishness. The only question is, is there truly a finish line?


89th Day of Spring, 513 AV


OOC: just to brighten up the mood


Perpetual streams of water rushed down, cascading towards the river, meeting the silent ripples of their gleeful playmates and awaiting for the arrival of the rest of their company. The thousand feet drop of the towering cliff was an unforgettable admiration, taking a decent glimpse below felt like being prompted by a flight on the high skies, yet the height alone, was an unbearable fright which shivered a distant feeling slightly relevant to the fears of falling down and letting death take its toll. The moderate breeze wafted its warm presence throughout the vicinity, arousing the meek and fragile trees as well as plants brimmed with ecstasy to dance on its parade, it also did its business: conveying with nature's hindsight and giving a dear reminder on the end of Spring;s reign. Forest Birds fluttered their scrawny wings, taking flight in the midst of trees, probing their advocates and harmonizing their contrasting melodies to cruise the unwanted silence with their rhythm. The scene altogether was astonishing for one's eyes to meet and bewildering for one's thoughts to conceit. Some might even desire to reside on the place, it was a flavorful taste for a befitting relaxation out in the wilderness; perfectly far from the stresses a person's mind might suffer from and especially a perfect place to collect one's self and take a picture from a non-existent mirror.

It was an hour before time devours everything in and spew them out at mid-day. A petite, young-looking girl stood beside the aegis of a poplar tree. A dagger was wielded and it's hilt gripped by her right hand, constantly stabbing the tree's trunk in an unknown achievement. Training for the day's worth was something the girl planned out, perhaps it was something her foolishness devised just to deviate from the crowd and be one with herself with silence as a companion. For a moment, she stepped back, panting abruptly and tried to catch the breaths she lost. The girl turned her head over, taking a concentrated gaze towards the towering cliff that embowered the exquisite sight of the waterfall, the sound of the river's roaring streams drifted her uneasiness away from her mind, giving way to a collected and soothing mood. The moderate breeze found its presence wafting in her zone, attempting to unclog the possible distractions. The girl's eyes went to a close, collecting unperceived energies nature bestowed, and gradually gathered her strength. After contentedness filled her, eyes brought to an open, quirking a smile filled with sheer determination---determination to hopefully achieve what she planned for the day. The girl took a sharp glance at the tree after recoil, she did a stance, slanting her light body against her spine and her right hand, strengthening its grip while the other served as a wall that pillared the expected force that'll repel her to the ground. She breathed in an inhale then exhaled out with the filmy mist that brought an invasion. With a bit of time spared for preparation, feet swiveled sideways, mashing the coarse earth below and broke into a breakneck sprint towards the tree. While she barreled and aimed her dagger on the tree's trunk, thoughts encompassed her like a piece of paper blown by the wind and slapped her face. It was her goals, right at the moment when it was a clear visage of her, stepping both of her feet on the finish line that was very distant. It became a great distraction and at the same time, strange but she shivered it off anyway though her concentration was lost at a flick of a stone.

It was a failure for an attempt where she gathered a decent amount of her strength. The momentum of her charge was eventually jostled by the tree's standing force, though the dagger did gave a compelling stab that left a grind on it's trunk, but her strength wasn't good enough, not after her thoughts distracted her. She fell to the ground, hitting her back hard enough for her thoughts to distinguish pain, her spine being the first part to perceive the anguish. The girl groaned, then cursed at the winds. She released the dagger from her clutches, considering it had harrowed her luck enough for a day.

As the pain gradually subsided, her eyes stared slyly up at the sky, retrospecting back to the thoughts that gave immediate distractions. Her frustrations broke into a series of chortles then slowly gathered herself to stand both on her feet. The dagger was pulled out from the ground placing it back in it's leather sheath. After bringing her posture about and stroking off the excess dirt on her clothes, She turned her head up, back towards the unlimited sky.

"Oh Larry, Whatever have I done to make Rak'keli push me down to the ground?. Heh" Daelerria al'Theyian smiled gleefully thus casting herself forward to travel along the place, prospecting something without intent.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri OOCAwesome music, Daelerria! It really fits the deep forest scene! *SLASH!! SLASH!! GNASH!! GNASH!!* And with the loud gory sounds of flesh torn apart and jugulars split open, Kouri opened her eyes to see three wolves dropped down; their necks split open and warm fresh blood spraying from their jugulars. The translucent little girl with very long ethereal white hair and crimson red eyes stared emotionless at the remaining three wolves out of the six members wolf pack. Sounds of hard metal rapidly spinning could be heard in the area. Courtesy of two floating chakrams, each composed of four identical daggers that seemed to be controlled by two thick ethereal tendrils that jutted out from the girl's back. The girl then commanded her spinning weapon of death to launch at two more wolves, the steel chakram launched to the wolf at her left while the cold iron chakram launched to the wolf at her right. The poor wolves could only whimpered in fear at the sight of spinning metal charging to their necks. Then... *STAB!!* Four... *SLASH!!* Five... She closed her eyes and bowed down elegantly as the chakrams slashed through both of the wolves' neck, ravaging their jugular and then flew back to their phantom master in a circular motion; like the moon revolving a planet. Kouri lifted her head and slowly opened her eyes, staring at her last prey... the alpha wolf. Last one... She held out her right hand and made a taunting gesture to the large alpha wolf. "Come, doggy..." She mocked with a flat tone. The alpha wolf snarled and barked at the monster before it, its instincts told it to run away as fast as it can; away from this white monster, but its pride as the alpha prevented it from doing so. This monster had slaughtered its pack and it would pay. It then howled and charged, determined to enact vengeance upon this phantom. "Heh..." The alpha was brave, Kouri could give her that; brave and foolish. How could a mere animal ever hope to harm her ethereal state? No matter how much it tried, its bites and slashes would just go through her as if she was air. Sure, Kouri could materialize herself and let herself be touched by corporeal beings but can something so bound by the whims of gravity could manage to match an ethereal being that defied gravity itself? Kouri would humor the charging alpha grey wolf though. She materialized herself and prepared something as the wolf went nearer and nearer, her two spinning weapons ever ready at her side. As the wolf launched itself from the ground and opened its maws, targeting Kouri's neck. She also launched herself from the ground and... *PSSSSH!!* violently poked both of the wolf's eyes with her right index and middle fingers. The chilling touch of her ghostly hand making contact with the very sensitive tissue of the wolf's eyes made it yelped and squirmed in pain. As both of them were in the air, the twin chakrams merged itself into one; forming an even deadlier chakram made out of eight daggers. The Great Chakram then went to the wolf's underside as it fell down to the ground. *GNASH!! GNASH!! GNASH!! GNASH!! GNASH!! GNASH!!* The alpha wolf's stomach was then cut open by the floating spinning chakram below its body, its entrails and organs spilled from its body like a sick magic trick. "Phew... all done~" Kouri floated down, unmaterialized herself, and brought both of her chakrams back to her side; each floating beside her left and right. Her usual training session, as in slaughtering wolves for sport, was concluded for the moment. She looked around and examined her gory work, a small satisfied smile on her face. These wolves often harass hunters and explorers travelling in the Woods and no matter how much she killed them, they seemed to never decrease in numbers so this murderous activity wasn't strange to her anymore. She's doing the people of Syliras a favor by exterminating these pests anyway. Kouri brought her twin chakrams in front of her and examined them. "Aw... it's dirty..." They were glistening red with fresh wolf blood. "Hmmmm..." She looked to her left and spotted a river that flowed from the Sunset Falls. With the intent of washing her lovely pets with the river's water, she floated to the direction of the river; leaving a gruesome bloody scene behind. I wonder if anything interesting is going to happen today? She thought as she kept floating forward.

[Daelerria al'Theyian]

Far-flung howls mourned in affliction while the sound of steel clattered in a blistering momentum almost begetting itself to sound like a multitude of glass fragments scattering on the ground. it settled itself with a sudden halt once, then came back with a thunderous clap, smearing about an unknown animal's flesh with the audible slices of it's sharp edges; for a reason, her senses told her the beasts were canines judging from the prolonged snarls. At first She didn't trust what she heard, it felt like the old yet famous common tricks of the wild that every tavern wench spoke of whenever their customers get utterly besotted. But as she heard another yelp wailing from bloodshed, her fragile senses shifted into something sharper than the dagger she bears.

Even from a distance it was distinctive enough for the ear to register, thanks to silence's aid and the wind's eccentric hints though the melodious chirrups of the forest birds along with their gaunt wings fluttering out in their flight gave way to a trail slightly filled with agitation. Soon after the laments sank into echoes, Larry felt a shiver that traversed down to every fiber of her spine. Eyes traveled, turning on one side to take a glimpse of the corners of the forest. She knew the sounds came from a distant vicinity but hesitation took it's invasion, blunting the sharp leash that took notice of the scene. Whatever it was, probing it's existence was but an obligation to mull out.

Feet scowled the coarse earth as she trudged ceaselessly on to what her instincts follow. Her grey eyes haven't had time to spare on scouring every bit of scenery, it may be beautiful but from what she heard recently, praises were to be discarded at the moment. It took minutes, the soothing roars of the streaming river almost stole her focus, passing by some trees, then bushes and then to medium sized rocks that encompassed a group of motley flowers glistening with ecstatic grace. However, it wasn't so soon until a scene ensnared her attention, turning to a morbid sight that her eyes had stumbled upon.

Trails of blood was drawn all over the zone, corrupting the delicate green grass with it's reddish hues. She had no fear of it but seeing it in a solitary paradise was bizarre on her viewpoint. Of course, a vast forest teeming with wildlife is perfect for illegitimate profits, poachers,hunters or whoever the culprit was, their crimes have to be paid but sadly, it will never stop as long as money grow short; it wasn't of Larry's primary concerns anyway despite knowing the fact of what their motives bear whether cruelty, carnage or just familial support.

Larry adhered to the trails down until putting herself to a halt where it faded, her eyes met with the sight of the distant river entwined from where she departed, hearing it's delicate waters cruising through the current. Someone or something was about and she wasn't certain if what she pictured was authentic enough.

OOCyes, Lineage 2 has one of the best soundtracks for a MMORPG. Sad to say that the game is now dead or in some words, ruined

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Ehehe~" Kouri giggled, admiring the beautiful flowing river before her. Its water was as clear as transparent glass. She looked to her left and right, examined her twin chakrams. They were stained red, with thick fresh blood dripping from its steel and cold iron edges of the daggers that made up the made up her chakrams. Kouri flicked her hair, the very long silvery-white strands billowed like a flag; the girl looked like a twisted mockery of a forest spirit. She was not a forest spirit, she was what was left of a Vantha little girl who was mauled by a tiger. "Time for your bath~" Kouri spoke to her weapons as if they were alive. She then knelt down beside the river and her twin black tendril commanded the chakrams to submerge themselves in the river. The clear blue water was immediately stained by crimson as it washed away the blood, cleaning the daggers. "Hm hm hm~♪" Kouri hummed a song as she spun both of them rapidly underwater to thoroughly clean them. Splashes of crimson emerged from the spots where her chakrams spun. "...." Her humming stopped when she heard footsteps behind her, looks like she got company. Perhaps it was just another animal like bears, mountain lions, or crows scavenging the bloody corpses she left behind. "Hm hm hm~♪" She paid it no heed and continued washing her weapons. A chime later, she finished washing and lifted both of them. The gleaming silver-colored steel edges and blue-tinted cold iron edges shone beautifully under the sunlight. "Ehehehe~" She extended her right index finger and rubbed the tip of her finger along the sharp edges. An act that would surely cause her harm if Kouri was a normal little girl, but her finger merely brushed through it as if she was a puff of air. Kouri then lifted the hem of her dress and twirled around like a ballerina with her chakrams revolving around herself and spinning on their own axis. Drops of clean water sprayed everywhere, the chakrams dried themselves like a canine would usually do; by shaking their body. "Ahahahaha~♪" She laughed in satisfaction. When Kouri first began to learn on how to wield her dagger, she could only clumsily swung around a single dagger; but now... she could control two chakrams, each composed of four daggers with great accuracy and finesse. Hmmm... it's not enough... I feel like I can hold more, ehehehe~ That's it then! I'll buy more daggers from Madame Hadyn! Feeling that she could hold more than just two chakrams, she made a mental note to visit Hadyn Skellig, her favorite blacksmith, later to commision for more daggers. Even an Six-Armed Eypharian dual wielder couldn't hope to match the amount of daggers this phantom wielded. "Heeee?" Kouri tilted her head in curiosity, she couldn't help to shake the feeling that something or somebody else was around her area. She stationed her chakrams at each of her side and slowly spun them on their own axis, her battle-ready position. She then floated forward, with her crimson pupils darting left and right to find this other presence.

[Daelerria al'Theyian]

A wave of frail disturbances traveled towards her ears, shivering in unbeknownst hints of agitation, oblivious on it's medium as feet continued to saunter along the path her instincts had hauled to. Leaf litters were rustled by the wind's procession, some were even made by the creepy-crawlers that dwell in the forest but mostly, Larry's brown high heavy boots gave great benefactions. Clearly, the sounds alone were boisterous enough due to Silence's potent presence though the earsplitting roar of the river's current gave a slight protest in it's wake.

Eyes began to wander at a formless figure whence it met just along before the bank of the river could get a few meters of distance. It seemed to be filled with equivocal mysteries, mostly about the kind of existence it was carrying. It wasn't even a mere resemblance of a humanoid silhouette, not even an animal, it just made itself move along the wind's parade and onto the river, acting up it's business which was unperceived by the visualization of her eyes. Surely, her distance from the figure greatly mattered in terms of how she picture it but acting upon like she knows what it was, gave her momentary chills, clumsily faltering on every step she made to cover up some distance towards the figure in a hope where the noises of her boots were bringing would barely be noticed.

For a moment, she let her eyes slip out from the scene, coveting to assure herself from shivering in anxiety and to move in a furtive manner not risking more than once by making klutzy actions that would take notice of her presence. A row of trees stood firmly before her, leading a path towards where the figure stationed. It was perfect, almost. Both feet took hushed and cautious steps, moving northward from her viewpoint right to where the row of trees led over the riverside. Luckily, her petite figure gave a significant amount of advantage while being blanketed by the tree's trunk, who knows, if she was tall, hiding behind a tree would be of little use. Soon after her ears heard the streams of the river--loud as before---she turned her eyes to meet up with the scene and probably hope to see what the figure really was. But unfortunately, it's presence breezed out right before her eyes could even take a glimpse for what it was. She sighed, confused on whether to feel relieved because her worries were gone or be frustrated whereas, something which struck her curiosity refused to be known.

Larry gazed at the river, frowning in disappointment, then attempted on heading back to where she was supposed to travel through but before her eyes were to meet up on the other side, the figure appeared once more, this time with a distinguishable visage.

Long silver-white hair was pulled down to an unimaginable length, billowing like a curtain as the warm breeze danced alongside. A dress worn with such elegance stood out and glowed like ruby amid the slight darkness of the forest, even nature apprehended it's beauty. It was haunting yet fascinating for Larry's eyes to envision but not like she'd be envious about the girl's feminine figure. She continued to observe the girl deliberately until she noticed something wasn't right or ordinary, to say the least. A ghastly ambiance lingered on the girl's atmosphere as if a filmy pinch of mist was drawn all over her bodily figure. Wisps of enigma being drawn mostly on the girl's existence not to mention the bizarre looking weapon her two hands were clinging on and with a posture that took a reading on Larry's mind, describing a state of preparedness for a gruesome battle.

Thoughts were brought back, retrospecting on the uncanny events which lured her to the girl. Perhaps she was the one who made those frail disturbances, or the blood trails or even worse. Larry couldn't help but shake in fear, she didn't want to die, not yet, but cowering back is out of question, such thing won't possibly be done to redeem herself of her goals. The only thing is, she had no idea on how to deal with such being, she wasn't even certain if the girl is human or not but It didn't matter, she was attempting to risk herself anyway.

Eyes peered, leaning herself over from the tree where she hid, then after a decent amount of courage amassed, feet marched onward with a pace so slow and faint, even the river's roaring streams proved to be distinctly audible at a level that lapses to it. Her right hand jerked to the left side of her waist, reaching for her dagger's hilt then giving it a tight grip as she partly pulled it out from it's leather sheath. Feet continued to take motion but as she came up closer, she halted knowing it was a perfect approach seeing that the girl was facing against her behind. Larry took one big gulp as she trembled with fear then harrumphed.

"D-Drop your weapons...." Larry panted nervously, her voice failed an attempt to sound flat, instead, it quavered like something had choked her. She didn't wait for a respond, not like she knew the girl's nature anyway.

"I'll.....drop mine.." without hesitation, she pulled the dagger wholly out from it's sheath then releasing it from her grip, dropping below then stamped the ground. "...see?" she continued "...So, uh...you'll do the same....ok? Heh, I hope we can both agree with something non-violent" Her voice sounded slightly sincere, like a turn of the tide convinced her into trusting someone or something she didn't knew of.

[Fubuki Kouri]

"......." Kouri stopped her floating and tracks when she heard footsteps behind her, whatever or whoever it was behind her now. *Sigh*... Is it a mountain lion? It was unlikely to be a wolf as the footsteps sounded like it belonged to a single entity, wolves hunt in packs after all. If it's a mountain lion thinking she was an easy meal, Kouri would gladly give him the last meal of its life... literally with her daggers. "D-Drop your weapons...." "!?" Kouri quickly turned around, her twin chakrams rapidly spinning and took their position beside her shoulders, her ethereal hair snapped like a whip following her movement. "...." Her crimson eyes locked itself into a...woman. Kouri was not sure if she was a young girl like herself or a woman, but this person was definitely older than her. She was far taller than her, had cream white hair, grey eyes, and feminine face. If this young woman wore more clothes befitting her gender, she would look elegant and stunning, but alas... she seemed to be confusing her gender by wearing those... crude men clothes. Oh... she's pretty, but bad fashion sense... Kouri scoffed in her mind, but kept her reptilian stare. Kouri silently envied her healthy light skin-tone though, her corpse-like pale complexion didn't do well with most human's image of her. Giving Kouri no chance to reply, the young woman then continued with her fumbling words. She dropped the weapon she had been holding in her hands. Kouri cocked her right eyebrow, if she was going to threaten her; dropping her own weapon was definitely a stupid and suicidal move. Especially since she only held a single blade while Kouri held... eight of them. "Agree on what, exact-..." Kouri's question was abruptly cut as she suddenly launched both of her twin chakrams. "DUCK!" Kouri commanded and the chakram whizzed pass the girl's neck on both sides and... *SLICE!! SLICE!! SLICE!! SLICE!! SLICE!! SLICE!!* The sound of cold steel cutting through flesh, followed by a loud guttural roar of death, and a hard thud was heard. "....." Kouri flicked her hair and returned her chakrams to her side, it was dripping with fresh blood. So there was something else. If one looked behind the young woman now, one could see the bloody pulp remains of a mountain lion. It looked like the lion was stalking the young woman and decided to attack when she was talking to Kouri and got distracted. "*Sigh*..." Kouri heaved a exasperated sigh. "Why did you drop your weapon? If I had not been here, that lion would have killed you..." She put both of her hands to each side of her waist. "So... why did you exactly want to agree with? I never even met you before and you wanted to 'agree' on something?" She raised a questioning eyebrow at the white-haired young woman before her.

[Daelerria al'Theyian]

"DUCK!"

For once, the word alone meant something irrational, like some cheap trick to lure herself out from her willpower then be stabbed when all of her focus is completely drained up. But it genuinely didn't, soon after the chakrams plunged towards her with such barreling momentum, death was ideated by her mind. Her eyes brought to a close while being lingered by thoughts about her existence being consumed by death for a worthless cause, envisioning a realm tainted by darkness where her body fell down in the endless abyss, then continued to slip away from above until time devoured her flesh and the demonic flames burned her bones for an eternity. It was a terrifying image her mind had clasped upon yet she still didn't desire it. Not now, not when she's still running for the finish line.

After the blades took their drifts, fizzling past her neck sideways, she pulled her weight down as arduous as she could, exerting as much potency to bring her body below. Chest struck the ground while both of her arms prevented her face from being scowled underneath. The two blades brought an anguished roar, blood spat all over the small zone, some even found their way to land on Larry's hair and some dripped at her clothes. But what startled her the most was that something was behind her all along. She remembered everything being solemn and she certainly didn't expect something to lunge in with a strike. She rolled her body to the other side, then gathered her weight to lift her body up in a sitting position. Her eyes met with the gruesome scene, rubbing them both for a slight confirmation. It was a mountain lion. She had no idea they'd be sneakier than the soft breeze but she was glad it didn't took her head off.

As the girl pulled her blades, Larry lifted herself from the ground and stood while jolting her clothes to dust out some dirt. She looked like a mess now that her brown tunic was stained by the blood of an animal. After she was finished examining the bloody scene, she turned her head towards the girl, eyes narrowed while giving a questioned look. Perhaps she was the one who made those blood trails, or caused the previous beasts to wail in pain. But she wasn't up for interrogations yet. Practically, giving the girl her thanks is more than necessary. "Thank you, for a second, I thought there was nothing behind me. I owe you.....big time" Larry spoke, trying to sound like she really meant it.

"So... why did you exactly want to agree with? I never even met you before and you wanted to 'agree' on something?"

Larry chuckled hysterically, maybe what she said recently was irrelevant on what she originally meant by not assaulting her when she dropped her weapon. She gave the girl a smirk slightly filled with her swaggering display of confidence.

"Heh, I assume you never heard of a girl trying to speak like a man eh? well forget about that....it sounded awkward anyway" her smirk faded as a fixed stare replaced it. "By the way, not to be rude or anything but...uh.....are you a....Ghost? Because you look.....strange for some reason."

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Don't mention it." Kouri gestured with her right hand, indicating that it was not really a big favor. Killing common animals and beasts were easy for her current power level. She examined this young woman clad in men's clothing again. Hmmm... Are you a hunter, a squire, or perhaps just a lost traveler? The woman's feminine and gentle face eased Kouri somewhat, it was a rather childish thing to judge someone just by their appearance; but Kouri was still a child even though she tried to act mature. "Aaaargh... Now my pets are dirty again... *Sigh*... perhaps you do owe me big time, then..." Kouri made a disgusted and frustrated expression when she saw her twin chakrams were once again stained with blood and gore. "Yuck..." She spun them around to get rid of the leftover clinging flesh and entrails. Kouri's eyes then wandered to the mountain lion's corpse and she felt it would be a waste to just left it like that. "You know... you can bring back that corpse and sell it to the butchery or something" She shrugged, Kouri decided that the young woman would find more use of the corpse than herself. The woman could sell its pelt and meat or whatever she wanted to do with it. Then the young woman spoke the case of a girl trying to speak like a man. "Huh?" She once again put her hands to her waist and leaned her body to the side, a rather feminine posture akin to a haughty noblewoman. Kouri's upbringing was full of strict etiquette and decorum lessons by her mother, Sora wanted her to be the ideal proper lady so of course Kouri would find the idea of a female acting like a male and wearing men's clothes to be absurd; and this woman before her did both. "Why would you want to speak like a man? We're both women, aren't we? Women are supposed to act like a proper lady." Kouri spoke to the young woman with a commanding tone, this woman seemed fine but Kouri couldn't stand her misplaced masculinity. "Yeah yeah, I get that a lot." Kouri heaved a sigh. She was tired and used to people calling her race and how she looked odd, strange, out-of-place, etc. "Yes, I'm a ghost, phantom, spirit of the dead, creepy ghost girl, abomination, bla bla bla..." Her tone monotone and uninterested. "Huuuuuh?" However, she took offense when this feminine-looking , but masculine-acting woman told her she looked strange. "I don't look strange! I'm a proper lady, hmph!" She flicked her hair and crossed both of her hands across her chest. "You are the one who's strange. Just look at you, you wear men's clothing, you speak like a man, and even your body language was that of a man. What are you really? Some kind of transvestite? O ho ho ho~!" Kouri put the upper side of her right hand near her mouth and mockingly laughed at the white-haired young woman. Her twin chakrams also bobbed up and down as if joining their master.

[Daelerria al'Theyian]

For a moment, Larry thought she was being provoked by the ghost's slight mockery of her boyish figure but she tried not to erupt with her temper, not after being saved at the last second from ending up as a meal for a mountain lion. Bypassing almost every reply that came out from the ghost's mouth, she smiled sheepishly masquerading with full tolerance as if she haven't heard a single word. She did, though, want to chew off some apologies for describing the ghost as strange, It felt a little offensive in some parts but somehow she felt no courage of doing so as she feared that she might develop a weaker character.

Larry eyed her dagger which lay dead on the ground, perhaps she had regretted her ridiculous action of deciding to drop it however, she did what she have done and besides, she didn't knew whether or not the ghost posed a threat, she doesn't even have a single idea on how they act, whereas, she haven't encountered one since now. Feet brought few leisurely steps towards her dagger, stooping down then reaching it with her right hand. Once clutched, she placed it back on it's leather sheath which was firmly tied to her brown sash. Head turned down to her light brown tunic. She just couldn't bear seeing it with such mess, with so much dirt and blood staining it but it was 'training' anyway and there isn't actually such thing such as 'being clean after training' existed not unless the style of doing it seemed to be utterly different.

She lifted her head back up, away from her dirty clothes. Her eyes met the ghost, gazing over her figure from top to bottom looking over for something which might give more hints of a ghost's eccentric characteristic. As she finished her brief scan, She extended her right arm forward, outstretching before the ghost girl and opening her palm, attempting to exhilarate some good companionship with a friendly gesture. "I'm Larr--....I mean, Daelerria,....Daelerria al'Theyian, an aspiring knight of Syliras! and...uhm....since you completely saved me from of those..." She sheered herself off shortly, turning her head behind and glanced over her shoulder to take a glimpse of the corpse "...things," Her face drawn with disgust then slowly tilting her head back back to the ghost, "May I know your name?" She paused for a bit then continued "Don't worry, I'm not going to run away and report you or anything" Larry smiled jovially, showing a slim glimpse of her white frontal teeth. " And i'm not quite sure if I want to bring that corpse back to the city, people might think I killed it and I don't know how to give their praises a response."

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Ew..." Kouri let out a repulsed whisper as she saw the unsightly combination of the woman's feminine pretty face, the boyish clothes she wore, and that splotches of blood and gore from the mountain lion on her clothes. She was rather hesitant to return her gesture. Kouri's disapproving eyes was very much visible to the woman. She introduced herself in a cheerful manner though. *Sigh*... Kouri sighed in her mind. This woman had unsightly manners, fashion sense, and way of speech; but she was polite and courteous enough it seemed. Kouri approached the woman even closer, their height difference was noticeable, but Kouri was floating just a few inches from the ground so it reduced the difference somewhat. With her chakrams floating by her shoulders, Kouri materialized herself and grabbed the woman's rather adult hand with her child-like hand. Ah~ Warm~ She absorbed the woman's body warmth with her touch, giving her frost touch in return. Kouri wanted to relish in this sensation and a moan almost escaped her lips, but she quickly controlled herself and kept up the haughty noblewoman act; though with her child-like voice, it came out cute rather than snobby. "Hmph! Miss Daelerria, I see..." Kouri didn't use her usual 'Madame' when she was addressing an older woman, she deemed this boyish woman didn't deserve the title. "My name is Fubuki Kouri, o ho ho ho~ But I granted you the honor of calling me just Kouri" It felt rather good, acting superior and all. Kouri didn't usually do this, but she viewed the masculine woman as a second-class citizen of sorts. Kouri released her hand Aww... She was rather disappointed that the warmth was gone, but if she let out just a tinge of her feelings. Her facade would be torn down. "Report me? O ho ho~ Even if you do... do you realize that my lovely pets here..." She gestured to her twin chakrams which immediately spun rapidly, agreeing with its master. "Won't let you come back to the city in one piece? I have killed bandits and pirates before, Miss Daelerria" Kouri warned the woman, telling her that Kouri's hands were not clean of human blood. "Oh well, you don't want to bring it back? Why don't you just eat it, hmmm? It's a lovely day to have a picnic" Kouri offered, she was feeling rather generous and royal today. Relishing in her haughty noble act. "I shall grace you with my help of starting a campfire, if you want. You just have to ask~"