Cocona Bartel

A sharp pain shot off along the side of his head and another dull throb pinched at his elbow. With a groan that could move mountains, Logy lifted his spared arm and pretended that he had not felt the soft cushion of breast tissue as he moved. (Oh jeez… Please tell me she didn’t notice that.) Eyes snapped shut, he used the flat of his palm as a poor compress, breathing through the agony searing across his temple. Something had managed to clock him before the much squishier collision with the girl, but he was too out of it to even wonder what.

Once the ache lessened into something he could think through, Logy took an awkward shuffle back and sighed. (It’s way too crowded here.) Bashfully, he glanced up at the girl he had never meant to feel up and chewed at his lip. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have spaced out in the middle of the road like that.” Never mind that she had been the one who failed to pay attention and ran into him. (Points for managing to hit a stationary target, I guess.)

"Woah, hey, are you okay?" Cocona ignored the heat lingering in her cheeks to look at his head where he held it. With only slight hesitation, she reached up to put hers over his, "Let me look at it.." She instructed him as she gently slid it out of the way. She winced at the sight of the knot, but tried to make sure it wasn't too visible: she didn't want to freak him out.

Your generosity is admirable! My gracious thanks. Let us go, shall we, lass?

[ Right, he forgot to introduce himself. ]

"How about Val? That's a lot easier. As for me, I'm Cocona! Nice to meet you, Val."

Yes! I would! Let us be off, lass!

[ He pauses and turns around. ]

For a moment she didn't even know what to say, was he really just assuming she'd travel with him. She sighed, though, and waved a hand.

"Let's just go to the docks. I can figure out where I am after, right?"

[ Valvatorez was on a quest for a fish market, any, not that he knew where he was at all. He had only been for a short while before he wanted sardines again. The lack of them at his disposal was making him antsy.

He made his way downtown, walked fast, and faces past, but he still was not fish market bound. Turning the corner leading to another street that looked the same as the one he just came, he saw a girl, long twintails. The sight would’ve been familiar, but her hair was the color of lavender. By her clueless shuffle and head swinging back and forth with her hair following, he supposed she was lost, just like him.

He had a quest to search for his beloved sardines. Her being lost could come later. ]

OI, LASS!!

[ Oops, force of habit to speak dramatically and loudly. He hoped he could still save this. ]

Er, have you passed by a fish market? Or smell anything fishy around here; I mean, in the literal sense, of course.

"Uhhh... Really?" Cocona eyed him up and down. What the heckie? He was all dressed up in dark lord costume thing... it was... weird.

Logy glanced about, taking in his mysterious surroundings. He didn’t recognize this city as any place he had ever heard of, much less visited, and wondered if it was wise to dally. The sight of his blade must have made the local government eager to recruit him into some sort of militia— unless… unless they really did expect him to be a member of their law enforcement? (Well, that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I could be a spy— then again, I was brought here against my will. That makes me their captive.) He brought a hand to his chin and rubbed at it in thought as he marched.

"Thalassia… I can’t say the welcome was very warm." He was thankful that he hadn’t been stripped of his sword or gauntlet, but how was he to do what he did best without any equipment? He needed a forge if he was to craft any armor or weaponry, and he highly doubted that finding a cauldron would be of any use to him: Observing Escha at work didn’t mean he could do as she did on his first attempt. (This isn’t good. We only have a few weeks left to turn in our assignment. I can’t let Escha take the fall in my absence.)

So, by the time she heard a voice ahead, it was too late.

"W-Woah!!"