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Dark Caster || Bat Familiar || Acolytes' Mount Valley
Mood: Calculating
Interaction: Dakota Snow - @Misaou || Cereise Valentine - @Namora || Inanimado Avliden - @DarkiusHeavenstein || Zelda Fenrir - @Cybermoon
Mention: General
The last girl was barely off the bus before the doors slammed closed and it rocketed away. If Raina didn't know any better, she's say they weren't the only ones who didn't like the feel of this place. "Great, all that's needed now is a sign that reads 'Welcome to Hell'." Raina snickered at the remark, tugging her hood further over her head.
"Yeah except I imagine hell to be a little more warm." She slung her knapsack over one shoulder and stuffed her hands in her pockets, facing the mountain. Her gaze searched the rocky face looming over them and her smirk formed into a small frown.
"Goody goody. I can feel how fun this is gonna be. Can't you? This is gonna be so fun!"
"It is just a field trip, nothing to worry about."
The dark caster rolled her eyes and faced the two wise crackers, "Well aren't you all full of wit? I think we get it: it sucks. You know what sucks even worse? This is just the first area. Now on with it." She crossed her arms and looked toward the mountain once more. She hadn't really thought about it until she said it herself: this was only the first area. "If we survive this? Well, lucky for us," she murmured. Her eyes trailed down to the shadows gathered under gutting rocks and vegetation but something about them sent a chill down her spine. Great, even the shadows here are hostile. She didn't really have time to dwell on it when a shout from the spirit caster caught her attention and she moved to see what was so interesting she needed to shout it to the mountain tops and their neighbors.
A path. Raina's eyes furrowed at the clean streak heading up the mountain. Sure it wasn't uncommon for these mountains to be traversed, but she didn't expect it to be so easy as finding a path and following it. Or maybe that wasn't a path intended for humans. She turned toward the fire caster of the group - the name of whom continued to elude her - and spoke up, "You, hunter person, you can identify game trials right? Is it possible to tell what created the game trail to begin with?" So Raina was bad with putting names to faces, but at least she has yet to resort to names like "Shadow" and "Ghost".
Fire Caster || Will-o-Wisp Familiar || Acolytes' Mount Valley
Mood: Cautiously Optimistic
Interaction: General
Mention: Trap Hanamura - @Jakers || Malachai Dwin'anea - @DarkiusHeavenstein
Mood: Cautiously Optimistic
Interaction: General
Mention: Trap Hanamura - @Jakers || Malachai Dwin'anea - @DarkiusHeavenstein
"...Oh! My! God!" Trent nearly leapt from his seat at the sudden shout, and would have succeeded too, if a certain water caster hadn't clung to him during the rocky landing. Not that he blamed him, but Malachai seemed extra perturbed by the ride than anyone - other than the mysterious shouter - and briefly wandered if it was nymph thing. Nope, he wasn't giving up that nickname anytime soon either. He looked and acted how he thought nymphs would, scared and helpless. It honestly made him want to cuddle the poor guy until it was all better.
He waited until he disembarked to finally stand, his legs steadier than the thought they be, and followed the others off the bus, sparing a weird glance at the boy who initially had the freak out as he dolled himself up in the reflection of the window. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen or heard a word from him until now. Kind of seemed like quite the feat considering how he currently acted. Least to say, Trent stepped off the bus chuckling to himself, amused by the new guy's antics. That was until the cold caught up to him and he immediately burried himself in his large trench coat. "Damn it's cold! Why couldn't we have gone to some haunted tropics or-- that is completely unfair!" He watched the strange change Malachai underwent and for a moment felt a little envious. Of course he could easily pump up his own body heat but he was rather lazy when it came to things like that unless he really was going to die from the cold. For now, it gave him a legit excuse to wear his trench coat other than the fact it was fire resistant.
He turned toward the bus's entrance when the boy from moments ago bounded down and stared. He tried not to, but he ended up doing so anyway. In his defense, he had spent quite some time around the city kids. His manners were tested further when the other made a completely ridiculous introduction and he had to bite his lip from bursting out into fits of laughter. Thankfully, Malachai was a little more composed and took the other's weird nature into stride, calmly informing him of their plans so far, though the thought of him sleeping in an igloo was cringe worthy. Without batting an eye the water caster kindly informed them of a stream and Trent blinked. Then grinned. "Hey! We have our own personal water detector! That's nifty." He patted Malachai on the back. "So what are we waiting for? Let's get moving before we turn into icicles! I mean, I won't, and the nymph already has, but I don't think the two of us could go against who knows how many girls. How are going to do this anyway? Search for a place to put camp first and then split up or split up to find camp?"
He waited until he disembarked to finally stand, his legs steadier than the thought they be, and followed the others off the bus, sparing a weird glance at the boy who initially had the freak out as he dolled himself up in the reflection of the window. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen or heard a word from him until now. Kind of seemed like quite the feat considering how he currently acted. Least to say, Trent stepped off the bus chuckling to himself, amused by the new guy's antics. That was until the cold caught up to him and he immediately burried himself in his large trench coat. "Damn it's cold! Why couldn't we have gone to some haunted tropics or-- that is completely unfair!" He watched the strange change Malachai underwent and for a moment felt a little envious. Of course he could easily pump up his own body heat but he was rather lazy when it came to things like that unless he really was going to die from the cold. For now, it gave him a legit excuse to wear his trench coat other than the fact it was fire resistant.
He turned toward the bus's entrance when the boy from moments ago bounded down and stared. He tried not to, but he ended up doing so anyway. In his defense, he had spent quite some time around the city kids. His manners were tested further when the other made a completely ridiculous introduction and he had to bite his lip from bursting out into fits of laughter. Thankfully, Malachai was a little more composed and took the other's weird nature into stride, calmly informing him of their plans so far, though the thought of him sleeping in an igloo was cringe worthy. Without batting an eye the water caster kindly informed them of a stream and Trent blinked. Then grinned. "Hey! We have our own personal water detector! That's nifty." He patted Malachai on the back. "So what are we waiting for? Let's get moving before we turn into icicles! I mean, I won't, and the nymph already has, but I don't think the two of us could go against who knows how many girls. How are going to do this anyway? Search for a place to put camp first and then split up or split up to find camp?"
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