#;event 01

BASICS

Name: Rantaro Amami Race: Elf Alliance: Kingdom of Yela Alora by default, however by nature, he isn’t the war seeking type. He has some unvoiced grievances with how the kingdom is ruled, but he keeps these thoughts to himself for the most part. Despite the ongoing war, he is still a traveling type and his travels have broadened his perspective. Physical Appearance: He looks the same as always, just with longer ears and a slightly taller appearance.  Can Be Found: He lives in Fibonacci or the Kingdom of Yela Alora, but he makes it a habit to travel around to the other lands. Any place with a forest or nature is usually where you’ll find him. His skills are reflective of this, so he tends more towards utilitarian skills for this reason, though you have to be able to protect yourself at least a little when going to unfriendly lands...

SKILLS / EQUIPMENT

SKILLS         Light: Creates a light in front of the caster to illuminate an area.         Water Breathing: The caster is able to breathe underwater.         Water Walking: The caster is able to walk on water.         Lightning: Conjures a lightning bolt. 

Hearing all the various NPCs simply go with the assumption that he was aligned with his home location simply due to his species wasn’t anything that Rantaro would ever become accustomed to; his allegiances as a person weren’t ever aligned with one specific party but rather the people and causes within a group and he couldn’t say that he could really agree with what the new queen had chosen to rule with. That being said, it was a little relieving to hear that and see that a large bulk of the people that he had run across were in the same boat -- a war started by an outside force didn’t mean that loyalties could be created so quickly when not everyone had a hand in beginning the war. Of course, people as a whole were still susceptible to herd mentality, so Rantaro did have a feeling that his need to defend himself as he traveled would increase over time. Any solace was worth appreciating for that reason. 

Traveling meant going through some unnerving places and a graveyard in the middle of a war definitely fell into that category, Rantaro on somewhat higher alert when a silhouette took hold in the distance. Was it someone who knew a casualty of war or was it someone with more macabre interests? That much was hard to tell from a distance, so he stepped forward -- inching closer until that silhouette took a more familiar shape. 

“Shuichi, is that you?” The other male certainly looked a little worse for wear, with grey skin and tattered clothes, but it wasn’t like anyone had much of a choice when it came to what changes their body went through. The last conversation the two of them had before this war had begun was a little heavy, but he was genuinely glad to see the other -- Rantaro giving a little wave. 

Just when Rantaro thought he was starting to get a grasp on what all these places were called and what places he could find himself taking a hike to during the course of a day, something short of the world collapsing in on itself and then rebuilding over night happened. So home for him was Yela Alora now and to get to Opalaria, where some of his classmates resided, he would have to cross through either Xalphina or Airaisal. Doing some scouting beforehand meant dipping into either kingdom for a short period of time and while the great forests that had overtaken what was formerly the Cotes ward appealed to his wandering nature, it wouldn’t do for him to get lost or distracted in the middle of Airaisal when there was a place he had to be. Besides, in the next long (or short) two weeks, Rantaro was sure that there would be more than enough time to properly map out the lands if he wanted to -- so off to Xalphina it was!

It took him some time, but soon he crossed over into the other kingdom on foot, the elf just about to take a moment to sit and re-cooperate when a jet of water shot out in front of him -- surprised yelp leaving Rantaro out of reflex as he took a couple of steps back, looking over at the other party he hadn’t noticed before. Xalphina was the land of Drakens, Faekin, and Faekens, so it wasn’t surprising to see those horns and tail on the other party. They didn’t seem malicious... maybe even a little surprised themselves? Just in case, Rantaro raised his hands in peaceful surrender, sheepish smile tugging over his lips next. 

After his time being here Samael had changed, a change he refuses to accept of course but one that still happened. Interacting with the humans had made him...more human. His hatred for them had died down enough to the point of only faulting them because that is their nature. Not all humans were bad but most were definitely stupid, that was his point of view now.

Perhaps if he were to return to his world he’d only seek to entertain himself with their suffering but certainly nothing as grand as their extinction as he previously intended.

Plus, he had grown attached to some of the humans in this place. A terrible mistake that happened once he lowered his guard but one that was too late to fix. He found himself actually caring for them even as far as trying to look out for his own roommate despite her not being human anymore. Of course you could say the attachment wasn’t anything bigger than to how someone can get attached to a pet or a favorite toy.

Regardless, one such of those humans the demon cared for just so happen to be close by so Samael decided to approach and talk with him”

“Well well look at that! Someone looks to be in high spirits”

With a new proper set of Greek clothing now on his person (don’t worry, at most there’s only one titty out), he sets out on an important mission. The lights and music have begone to grow more intense and the sun is slowly setting, only one thing could be done in this situation.

He knocks on the door of his beloved Rose, fixing whatever he can of his already messy hair. As she answers the doors Samael grabs her hand and gives it a gentle kiss. Lifting his head, he reaches for her other hand and pulls her close.

Softly, he whispers close to her ear.

Most of the humans in this place seem to be more on edge than usual. There’s an air of expectation. The last couple of weeks have shown that the snakes can pull some big stunts whenever they feel like. They are all truly at their mercy.

Oh well, what can you do but enjoy those “peaceful” moments they decided to give us for time to time. Stuck in the current might as well let it carry you right? Why is it so hard for humans to grasp that mentality, fighting the current will just make things worse.

Suppose he can’t blame them, he truly doesn’t understand them. Perhaps that ignorance is what lead him to hate them in the first place...Bah, he doesn’t have time to think of stuff like that so instead he’ll go bother a random human.

Well this “event” was certainly unexpected. Was this some kind of long ruse the snakes were playing at? Where they to expect a motive to pop up saying how the food they had eaten was poisonous or something like that. Although the was also the chance this could very well be safe and it was another way for the snakes to tease at them how in control of everything they were. As a demon, they have Samael’s respect.

The choice of attire was interesting. This was the perfect opportunity for him to replace his torn out robes he had been wearing up until this point for a style of clothing very similar to his own.

He notices a figure walking with quite the following, perhaps they’ll know where to get clothes to match the themes of the festival.

IN THE HAZE YOU CAN EITHER GET SNUSSY OR SLEEP AND IM GETTING NONE OF THAT FUCK U

Tiring jolts awake, nearly hitting his head with the shelves behind him. He throws a couple of insults and curses which since it’s the season of family and all that won’t be written here.

And after seeing who was responsible for waking him up in such a way, he truly means them.

“...You”