#namelessoldman

        “ Hm? Uh, this? It’s a bow, yeah! ” well, okay, if you’ll be honest, being prompted about your weapon just outside a whole block of unknown eateries is… an unusual thing, to put it lightly - but then again, you’ve never really undergone an event as such, courtesy of the… lack of distinct eateries on a block back home, to be honest. ( if anything, it’s the question of how you can have wings. ) it’s not… really as if you care, though; for all you know, the types of bows you’ve used are ones others have never used, though you kind of doubt that.

“Man, does this thing ever get tired?” That question is more to himself than to anyone else around. He grabs it by the tail and slams it into a wooden cart that was conviently placed nearby.

“I know I have to kill it but god, it’s fuckin’...tough.”

after being attacked by guards, magik did her best to hide her appearance. that was... rather difficult given that she had horns and a tail but she did her best with a hood and cloak. it wouldn’t help with any close inspection, but hopefully it would at least protect her from recognition at a distance. she didn’t have the time to fight everyone who took one look at her and decided she was a monster to be slayed. 

she had been watching this man for a few minutes, sizing him up just in case it did come to a fight. she liked a good fight as much as the next person, but right now she’d rather have some questions answered.

Sand isn’t sure what hes walked on, other than it seems some people are harassing what looks like a human. He has a feeling that they might have wandered into some bandits he heard about in the forest and their target. He might have looked over it, but Latn made a hiss that caught the attention of the group. At the very least his looks seemed to have spooked the bandits off and there was only one person left.

Sitting on a rental bike, Ryou sighed while crossing his arms. He never did get around to applying for a job and instead worked his butt off at various different short places to make ends meet. Boy, never in his life did he think he was going to end up being a Chunni Freeter (even though he would never call himself that, it seems like that’s what his title was being forced into).

At this point, Skeith was the least of his worries right now.

      The one thing ZZ felt he could become accustom to was the amount of trees he could easily find in this city. He wasn’t one for this kind of environment, and honestly he should make his way into the other area of... Whatever this land was to find something he could enjoy more-- but was he even allowed to do that?

      He wasn’t actually sure. No, instead right now, all he wanted to do was focus on something he could enjoy. And that was curling his long tail around the tree he posed himself in and letting the warmth of the middle of the day lul him into a soft sleep. It was enjoyable, something to take his edge off a bit. And, well. No one really thought to look up in a tree for a person, after all.

A loud crack was heard and a groan that accompanied it, though at least it came from someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and not from the Mercenary herself. It was more along the lines of not feeling like making any new enemies today, not that her natural ‘piss people off’ personality helped with it any less. 

....And that thought of reasoning was the exact reason why she lacked friends in this world, not that she was exactly an idol back home. She should at least mane an effort to make sure the guy was okay.