#nohnohs

“Chill out, freak, I told ya, I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about!”

“Your leader,” Frederick repeated, teeth clenched in frustration. “No gang of brigands simply materializes, organized and uniformed, out of nothing for gods' sake!” He held the panicking youth up, one armed, by the collar of his shirt, Shepard held firmly in the other. His remaining would-be-assailants— dispatched swiftly with the blunt face of his sword— now scrambled horrified to their feet, fleeing the deranged swordsman as soon as they could (more or less) stand. The trapped thug swallowed, hard.

“L-listen, man, I don't... I-I'm not high up enough, alright?! I got my crew, sure, but we all just got— there's always somebody above us, okay? Nobody knows who's at the top, nobody's ever— MNF!”

Frederick's sword hand jerked, unbidden, as Shepard's sash extended. The thug was cut off mid-sentence, the fabric wrapping itself around his mouth and squeezing— hard. Frederick frowned; he couldn't very well ruin the effect he created, but gods, she always liked to operate a step too far. The young man's eyelids fluttered for a moment as Frederick felt a buzz of energy travel through the sash and into his weapon, vibrating prickly under his sword hand. She was tasting him, he knew, just as she had tasted Frederick, not too long ago.

He forced his expression stony, unreadable. “Well?” Shepard loosened her hold on the young man, the long, arm-like sash fluttering back to inanimate. She considered, briefly, before replying to her partner with a soft chime. Truth.

“Wh-what the fuck...”

Frederick let go of the man's collar, holding back bitter disappointment. He supposed it would have been a little too easy for a lead to just fall into his lap like this, but... well. At the very least, he could try to see that Alola had one less gang terrorizing its streets.

“Do you have a family?” The question came out sounding more foreboding than Frederick really meant, judging by the youth's terrified, emphatic nod. “Get back to them, then. And tell your fellows they'll not find any easy targets from here on out. Understood?” The young man nodded again, though by Frederick's estimation, he seemed too scared to move— certainly not without Frederick's say so. He sighed as he Shepard back into her sheath, and gave the thug a small, curt nod. That was permission enough, it seemed, and the young man bolted out of the alley as fast as his shaky legs would carry him.

“That was... appreciated,” Frederick said, as soon as he was satisfied the thug was out of earshot. “But unbecoming of you.” Shepard rolled her single eye at her wielder, tinkling back an annoyed reply. “No, milady, I am most certainly not scolding you, but fear is a blunt instrument which must be wielded with care, and— beg pardon! I'll thank you not to compare me to a nursemaid!”

The two may very well have bickered into the day, had a sudden presence not caught Shepard's attention. She let out a low warning chime, and (with a touch of embarrassment), Frederick noticed it too. They were being watched. Reflexively, his hand went to Shepard's hilt, drawing her up so that a glimpse of steel was visible to their “guest.”

A fine protagonist indeed, she’ll be reserved for you until August 2nd. 

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One thing that A-ya thoroughly enjoyed was the look of sheer terror that often crossed people’s faces when they first saw Baku. Of course, that might be his fault more often than not, considering the wild stories he would tell about her before letting her eat their dreams. It was a mutual relationship; he would get a kick out of seeing others paralyzed with fear, and Baku would feast on a flavor other than nightmare.

          “You see, in Unova, there’s a demon known as the baku. It’s known for           doing good things like eating nightmares.....but if you anger it, it may just           eat your soul, instead. I’ve heard of one being spotted around here, but....I           hope it isn’t true.”

He had the cafe’s rapt attention as he regaled them of stories from Unova, mostly involving the demons that lived there. There were different species - or types, because he doubted demons had ‘species’ - than the ones that existed in Alola, and that made his tale-spinning all the more fun. Baku were fairly prominent in Unova, so many people already knew about Baku’s abilities. Here, well......the reactions were fresher.

          “Ah- I really shouldn’t be saying anything more, it’s all just conjecture at           this point. Plus, all this talk might give some people nightmares, and that           would just attract the demon.”

He turned his eyes towards one particular person, a girl holding a dog. She seemed innocent enough, one of the more impressionable customers in the cafe at the moment. With a smile that looked more like a smirk, he tilted his head.

@nohnohs​ liked for a starter!!

x ♫ - AL NIENTE; Leah did not have a habit of picking things on the ground up, in regards of it being a forgotten bottle, loose sheets of paper... things of those sort. When what seemed to be a carefully designed piece of paper was what laid on the ground before her however, she felt inclined to pick said paper up, curiosity getting the better of her. Much like any other carefully designed paper that would pique interest, it was a brochure, one that appeared to be advertising a flower farm of sorts rather than the usual norm. The usual norm being... something that she did not know, seeing that she had completely lost her memories. She questioned why she even considered it out of the norm, for a moment. 

It was the flowery design of the brochure that jogged some sort of familiarity, a vague recollection that it had to do with flowers... A liking of flowers. Someone that she knew that liked flowers? Eyes scanned through the brochure, the words ‘ emergency help provided ‘ immediately catching her attention, along with information on contacting them placed underneath. Similar to how she had ended up picking up the very brochure she was looking through now, there was some sort of disposition within her to contact them.

A laptop was taken out of her bag-- one of the few things that she had not lost upon arriving here and navigated to the newly installed web browser a local had helped her set up. It certainly proved to be useful in this case, seeing that laptop was a complete mess of corrupted files and applications that did not work. The email’s extension gave her an idea of what site she could use for emalling and signing up for one was relatively simple ( though she hoped she would not forget her new password, it needed a capital and numbers... ), the interface easy to understand-- the trouble was what she was going to write. What was the purpose of her doing this in the first place? Granted, emergency help would be much appreciated, but it seemed that she was more interested in regards of flowers. 

Subject: help 

I’d like to ask for some help about.. some flowers. lptfseokmwa’;[pl,

@nohnohs || Starter Call

      “You know, it’s not raining anymore, and I’m preeetty sure the ground here isn’t wet sooo - I think you can walk on your own.” His suggestion only serves to stir the vulpine held carefully against his chest; her tails flailing about as she protests loudly, earning him a mouthful of fluffy, orange fur he’s tasted more times than he would like to admit in the month since he had rescued the willful beast. And all he really had to show for their companionship was his knowledge of her hatred for water, a handful of the stranger powers she seemed to possess (who knows if she was capable of more than she displayed - he had nearly had a heart attack when she had first spewed fire from her throat), and her cooperation, as least when it mattered. Apparently, trying to explain to her that just because it had been raining before the ship had pulled into the dock a few miles offshore didn’t mean the ground of this island was still wet (he would know, he’s checked the dirt paths and pavement a dozen times just to try to prove it to her, but she was a stubborn thing). 

         “All right, all right, I’ll carry you.” He really doesn’t have a choice when she’s squirming around in arms and making a fuss. He’s like to return to Johto as soon as possible, even if he’d recently started taking jobs guarding ships to earn a bit of gold, he much preferred the roads he’s grown to know and the ruined building he called home to the unsteady waves of the ocean and the close calls with the monsters that lurked beneath the murky depths. However, Alola, if he recalled the name correctly from the ship’s Captain, wasn’t unpleasant but he couldn’t begin to claim he enjoyed entering a land he didn’t know when his head was still a foggy mess of God even knows what at this point. Oh well, supposedly it would only take three or so days for the ship to drop off the supplies it had been carrying and for the crew to barter what they could out of the locals to bring back and trade elsewhere for a profit. So, he wouldn’t have to kill too much time on the unfamiliar soil - that was easier said than done when he was already attracting attention from the locals still gathered in the city (Hau'oli, he believed). Carrying a sword didn’t exactly seem nearly as common here as it was in his makeshift home, and, well, Hotaru was in a league all here own (it didn’t help that him carting her around in his arms just made her look all the more tame; he felt like a street performer with all of the wandering gazes). 

          Adjusting his hold about her chest, he hiked her up higher to keep her from slipping out from his grasp. While she wouldn’t run away or go off on her own, he couldn’t say he trusted how people were eyeing her. And judging by the slight tilt of her head and the low growl that began to vibrate in her throat, she wasn’t exactly too thrilled with being turned into a spectacle either (was befriending one of these things such a strange occurrence; there were still so many of them and so little he understood about them and this world). With boots clicking against the pavement until it shifted into dirt, he ventured away from the city for the time being. It wasn’t the ideal choice given that he was making himself an easier target for the beasts that most certainly must be hiding somewhere nearby (they needed food, as well, after all, and what better way to get it than to steal it from the human cities that are still standing). But if he had to choose, it was easier to make enemies with these beasts than with human beings who might prove to be a bigger problem in the long run (but he’d still have to find a place to stay until the ship left - what a drag).    

        He’s not sure how long he had been walking when an excited “Pix!” erupts from Hotaru’s throat; her tiny claws pawing at his sleeves until she manages to wiggle out of his halfhearted grasp, and plop onto the ground with a tiny ‘thud’. “See, you can walk on your own,” he hums before following her to the source of her newfound bravery - a handful of fields composed of bright flowers, most of which he’s never seen before, but judging by this region’s climate he assumes that’s simply because they wouldn’t have been able to survive in Johto. And the curious fox trots right up to them, tails wagging as she eyeballs a pink one he can’t help but feel as if he’s seen before (but he can’t place where), her little paws straining as she leans in close to stick her nose in it. “Hey, wait a second, they could belong - “