Mornie utúlië

When the Streetlights Go On | 1x01

Closed RP with @determined-magi Muse: Helfire Nord, Raija, Medeival

They had to admit... that was funny to see.

The pair chuckle and snicker at the sight of the disoriented woman, shaking their heads at the silly sight whilst Thanneth merely threw five coins towards agar's way, whom merely stopped them from missing and falling to the ground with a gentle grasp of his own magic.

" Well... that was worth the five coins. fifty silver coins for who gets to knock her down?"

" Make that fourty gold instead, sister. "

" Your dad told me not to endevour much your gambling vice. "

They both hum at the sight of fire magic, if not snort bemusedly at the soft whisper of the distanced grumbling reaching their ears. A light smirk of their own reaching their mouths, their silent answer to her words confidently agreeing to her assumption. Before each readies their stance at the glimpse of her expression. Oh that was a playful drunken hound indeed.

Agar makes no effort in his next dodging, smirking smugly at the woman's antics; Thanneth, meanwhile, leaves about just in time, though she does summon a shielding spell that manages to get but the edge of the blade. Good meaning in her little brawling as she could be in her drunken state, it would do her no case no good if they even got caught in any blow.... IF they got in any, really. Inebriated as she was, her body language seemed, so far, rather quite open. Something Thanneth and Agarwaenor made no effort in reading, having had experience of this sort as they grew. And weaving their quick foot around seamlessly, as they often did when drunkenly bickering with one another.

" Oh, you're a bold dog, aren't you~? "

The red eyed mage teases, whilst the other snorts. Flirting in a fight? truly? Her eyes rolls then as she summons a number of ethereal daggers, preparing them to be set against their rashful opponent. Agar, in retaliation, merely chooses to bap the woman in the head with the safe end of his rather ornate spear, muttering a single boop word before drawing himself with a rather proud and cocky grin on his face.

" How about we play a game, dear hunting hound? A game of catching the fox? Well, more like catch the wolf, but ah details for another time. " The man questions, testing waters. Playful she was, and they were willing to entertain, they had to take into account still the peace of men and women. It wouldn't likely work, he knows, but hey! worth the try. " Have you ever played tag? A child's game, surely you've enjoyed. I propose such! With some spice! Can you catch me before you tire dodging her blades? "

Spring had sprung, and each day brought one closer to summer. With the slow growth of warmth between days of wind and rain had this small region in a especially festive mood. It was a festival where all came together and celebrated the new growth.

Such a festival had the tavern bustling and in need of help. Luckily, a certain helpful hand was traveling through just before the festivities began. Tall snowy tipped midnight rabbit ears heard the desperate sighs and happily offered her aid, her only price a small room for rest and food. An offer eagerly taken after the young foreigner reassured them alcohol was not on the table.

And so the demi-human rabbit took up an apron over her monk-ish attire and helped prep the meals during the day and server the growing crowd in the evening. It was obvious she wasn't from the region from her traveler like attire, unusual white speckled like freckles and her way of speaking. She spoke in a very formal manner, not noble formal, but as if it was a second language.

Black as night hair pulled up nicely in little buns below each ear, a calm green on the back of her head and the kindest smile crinkled her soft sky blue eyes.

"Welcome, would you like a drink or food?" She greeted the new guest(s) with a small wave and beaming smile.

" That's correct, and thank you as well, m'lady. And you have yet to see the shore? Oh, that should be seen to soon. " The elder sibling comented with a chuckle at both, eyebrow lightly risen towards her. half lidded eyes curiously taking in her sight, clearly caught in interest though politely keeping distance. " Mayhaps next month or so, I heard the sea faring families will resume their old traditional festivities to the ocean... Quite fun fairs happen upon those days, and some families even gift little sea trinkets. "

" Yup! I got last time I got some neat carved bones from seals! " Calim commented with eager desire to recount some things. " You should get to visit them! and kinda? the volcano occasionally spews some fumes but it is pretty tame for one right by the sea, I've heard people sometimes go there and get some nice gemstones from old volcanic caves n some of the warm springs nearby brother's sword gemtones hail from it actually, that one and Mount Ebott, which close to our home! Did you know Ebott is also a volcano? because it is! we also have springs too, but they are muddier than the ones by the shores, those are pretty clear on their waters... and less smellier, ours are kinda smelly, the ground water doesn't clean them as much by our home as does the beach... "

" Now now, little brother, you will spoil all our land's sights and bounties that way " the older man says, before ruffling the younger adult's hair with a chuckle and a light puting protest. " But yes... The volcano is quite alive, I would say... and making for its dormant sibblings too... Ebott is... quite tame, despite explorers having found a vast chamber of magma beneath it quite close to the surface. Mayhaps I could arrange a tour to such places, if you would like... I happen to be the son of the lord by Ebott's mount, a few hours away by a steady pace riding... a day or so by foot from this town... Ah! but where are my manners, my lady, allow me to introduce myself, if you would allow: "

The man gently bows with his head as a polite greeting, followed in suit by the other's.

" Agarwaneor Fenum'niel, at your service and all travelers and tourists of our beloved lands. " The man finally says, introducing himself, then gesturing with a warm endering smile at his brother. " And this little young spark is my brother... "

Spring had sprung, and each day brought one closer to summer. With the slow growth of warmth between days of wind and rain had this small region in a especially festive mood. It was a festival where all came together and celebrated the new growth.

Such a festival had the tavern bustling and in need of help. Luckily, a certain helpful hand was traveling through just before the festivities began. Tall snowy tipped midnight rabbit ears heard the desperate sighs and happily offered her aid, her only price a small room for rest and food. An offer eagerly taken after the young foreigner reassured them alcohol was not on the table.

And so the demi-human rabbit took up an apron over her monk-ish attire and helped prep the meals during the day and server the growing crowd in the evening. It was obvious she wasn't from the region from her traveler like attire, unusual white speckled like freckles and her way of speaking. She spoke in a very formal manner, not noble formal, but as if it was a second language.

Black as night hair pulled up nicely in little buns below each ear, a calm green on the back of her head and the kindest smile crinkled her soft sky blue eyes.

"Welcome, would you like a drink or food?" She greeted the new guest(s) with a small wave and beaming smile.

Spring festivals, how did the two brothers love the time of the year. The scents of the forest giving way from the easing smell of petrichor into the subtle and bold smells of growing flowers, the pleasant coming scents of crops readying for bees to explore, the luscious fields with tall grass... all lovely honored by all towns and locals alike in varying ways, be they lowborn or highborn... a precious moment of respite to the hardships of daily life most sane enough agreed to not tarnish unless drunken stupor ailed their minds.

It was a perfect time to stroll for the pair, to pay their respects to artisans, farmers and rural craftsmen and craftswomen. To spend time unabashedly and as loosely as they wanted, without the highborn pestering them for frolicking too much with them. Most fit for them to make new contacts, and to rekindle friendships made... if not help others by being the charitable souls they loved being, by either funding farmers or buying their goods eagerly...

Today, thought, they would focus on meager festival activities and relax properly. No business mixed with simple trivial pleasantries of banal origin, no. Today they were to enjoy local cuisine and drinks, play along those friendly enough... and may Agar could hook his brother into making new friends, and maybe a new couple of eyes to keep the younger sibling's back protected.

That mindset ingrained, the elder brother slowly opened the door to Gilrin's family inn. Greeting the sounds with warm friendly smiles as they waved to the owner, a little more than busy thanks to the influx of travelers and tourists looking for places to stay.

Sitting by the table, they began to chat for a bit while they awaited for the waitress. Speaking to one another eagerly to further talk about tales of their latest happenings, the eldest looking happily amused by the little chaos brought into their family's life in his stead and name, if not endeared in the sight of his energetic and eager brother's recounting of the happenings. Only pulled off them by the sound of a foreign voice, which her turned towards with a pleased surprise...

" Yes please, festive drinks and food... " The red eyed man said politely, his calm smile welcoming the person with a gentle and subtle nod. " Tell the owner we'd like to taste what Gilrin suggested for this year, if he has any dishes of it left, he will know. "

They've been hearing several complains as of late...

All coming from the same person, they learned soon enough after a few tiring and hasty travels. Each recounting always speaking of a person with the same traits and clothes, or if not then similar in designs, and an accent no doubt from outside their lands...

Normally, they wouldn't even bat an eye...

But blood had been shed, of several people, and often with witnesses being no wiser as to why. And though they knew why, they couldn't help but see the guest in their kingdom was unusually reckless, in the way of handling bounty hunting and similar vigilante activities, a... concerning matter, specially given the unstable ground between the magical and non magical. Enough wrong steps would break the painfully kept peace they tried to hold, and let loose a war that, no doubt, would many people in the process. Something they couldn't afford to happen, not when there were many works to finish, things to correct and mend in their kingdom...

So an agreement was made, eventually. With Agar and Thanneth volunteering for the task. Unorthodox, mayhaps, and yet, neither could go without the other. Being opposite ends of the spectrum of concern, one had to balance out the other's whims and ways. Something both agreed to annoyed groans, but understanding minds that knew their flaws and strengths, if not the wisdom of others.

" This should be the place, if my informants are right with our target's latest movements and directions given by travelers. "

" So it would seem… want to pass over the plan, again? "

" We enter, you try your friendly nonsense, disarm the idiot into compliance and proper education on how to be a bounty hunter " The blond woman says, shaking her head. Arms crossed as she makes a quick gesture to change attires, and soon enough dispelled is her formal attire, replaced with an expertly decorated dark armor of intricate designs and patterns. " Failure to do it, we simply take her prisoner over public endangerment by reckless destructive bounty hunting without the licenses on foreign land and disruption of the several laws for both magical and non-magical activities, as well as potetial dirruption of the relationship of magic and civilians. "

" Sounds about like the usual... you want to bet which one is more likely to work? " The man questions with an amused smile " My charming nonsense and persona? or your idea to brute your authority over her by threat of being charged crimes? "

" I don't think it is needed " She snorts, shaking her head. " But... I would wager about five gold coins your's will fail, with a punch to your face and a kick on your balls. "

There is a sound, arguing, then glass shattering.

" Shall we? "

Thanneth nods, pushing the door open. Agarwaenor entering and narrowly dodging and catching a flying empty jug, eyebrow lightly rising in amused surprise. Now this brought back memories. The red eyed man chuckles, shaking his head before taking a deep breath and raising his voice over the ruckus.

" Golly golly! All parties calm down! We don't want to ruin our precious drinks graciously given at this fine establishment don't we? Absolutely terrible to lose the booze! "

"Want fight, then have fight!" She barked out like a cheer and went for a swing. Lucky for them she was drunk and missed the first punch, but that was all it took to start a brawl.

Agar was quick to cast a short-lived spell, fast enough to just about dodge the fist himself and have Thanneth move off the way of the woman's charging figure, hmmm his timming could be better. Her face smirking smuggly towards him with a knowing expression he couldn't help but roll his eyes towards, merely gesturing her to pick the woman's weapons and put them outside.

" Told you " She voiced, and he sighed. God, she may be her sister in all but blood, but damn it can she be a bitch. " Right for the face too. "

" shut upp... "

The blue eyed mage just amusedly huffed, before moving for the weapons and gear whilst. then tossing them by the door with a nonchalant hum as she turned to the guys at the tavern, god did it look like a mess.

" Lend me a hand will you? " She motioned, to which he nodded as he lend his own magic into the spell she began to weave. Soon enough several ethereal daggers set all the people souls down in a blue haze. Or so it would do, once time resumed normally. " Good, that should make it last even if we are busy with her, now my gold? "

" Here. "

" 15 gold coins, hm? You never learn, do you? "

His focus goes back to the woman, before returning to Thanneth with a gesture to get going. To which she nodded. Tavern people set in place, he punched the nearby tavern's window to exit the building comfortably. But not before setting the jug comfortably with a decent amount of gemstones and gold coins for the owner, a means to pay for the grievances given, and perhaps some appeasement to not seek the authorities on the matter later.

They take their moment then, to quickly set protective spells around nearby buildings. It wouldn't be long before the time spell finished its lapse. He turned to Thanneth one last time, and she nodded, setting spells over nearby civilians to be dragged into any crevice for shelter and cover with the snap of her fingers.

" Ready, sister? "

" As usual. "

And so time began resume at its usual speed... with them watching people be dragged around as they summoned their weapons and helmets. How long would it take for the foreigner to notice her weapons outside and on the ground?

" five silver coins she takes seconds to notice? "

" I say immediately. "