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Austin Womack
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(Jaks, we're going to try and hurry up the story progression so that we can involve all characters in the RP. In the mean time try to post some more backstory to your character, it's good. We need that to know how to interact with your character and whatnot, etc. etc.)
Mayako walked outside to see the bodies of wolves strewn across his farm. He yawned and stretched out for he had just woken up from a nice nap. 'All this fun and you couldn't have even bothered to wake me up? Yeesh. Not to mention they trampled my crops...' He shrugged nonchalantly. 'They were goners anyway, I suppose. It's been a bad year for harvest.' A stray wolf sprinted across his field and towards Mayako. He looked at the wolf and sighed with disgust. As it reached closer to him, the wolf leapt towards him with its maw wide open. Within an instant, Mayako had his blade drawn and with a quick movement of his entire body, was standing behind the wolf, his arm extended fully outwards. The wolf landed on the ground, not on its paws, and laid still. He looked back at his blade to see blackish-red blood flowing on the blade. He shook his head and resheathed his blade, which had oils on the inside of the sheath to clean off the blood from the sword. 'Silly mongrel, of all the horticultural swordsmen you could've picked a fight with, you chose the wrong one to try and test.' He looked back at the hut and yelled out to the two women inside. 'Gather your belongings folks, looks like our location is compromised. We've no choice but to start our grandiose quest to find out what the hell is going on in our lovely world at the crack of dawn. And bring the sake! I spent a good few months distilling that by myself, I'm sure as hell not going to let it go to waste.' He looked at Arceus standing outside the hut with blood covering his robes. 'Might be a good idea to wash that off, my friend. Wouldn't want to travel into town looking like we've committed a massacre now, would we?' He laughed at his own joke and scratched his chin. 'That is, unless it suits your taste. It matters not to me!' He went inside of the hut and gathered some of his belongings for their trip. A purse full of coins made of assorted metals, scrolls that he had taken from his old home for a good read, and other miscellaneous goods that he stuffed carelessly into a rucksack which he slung onto his back. He walked over to Aerias and put his hand on her shoulder. 'I imagine you're still a little... off from earlier. Tell you what, I've a horse behind my hut that you could ride on until you get your bearings. Let me go reign it up for you.' He looked deep into her eyes and noticed that there was more than what met the eye about this girl. He brushed it off, and assumed he had just drank too much. He went around back for a moment and then came back inside of the hut. 'So uh, yeah. Scratch that, I don't have a horse anymore. Looks like the wolves got pretty hungry and decided they'd have a little snack... the bastards. I payed good money for that steed and now it was all for naught. On the other hand, exercise is kind of refreshing, yeah?' By the time everybody was ready the sun began to peek past the treeline in the distance. He stepped outside of the hut and was greeted by the chilly morning mist creeping amongst the ground, along with the smell of flesh and spilled blood. 'The town I sell my crops at is down the road quite a ways. Hope you guys don't mind the trek, although I get the strange feeling we're going to spend a long damn time on our feet. Lucky for the shade here, she gets to transform into whatever suits the moment. And here I was thinking I'd seen it all in the world.. I guess you learn new things every day.' As Mayako set off onto the road, he thought to himself, 'What an odd group we are. You have some sort of roguish assassin, a princess from a kingdom far far away and the physical manifestation of the darkness, and then there's me of course. And a week ago all I could think about was why my rice was dying off.' He laughed to himself on the inside and smiled. 'I guess there's no better cure for boredom though. Off to find a new place and to meet new people, again. Oh boy, what fun.'
Mayako walked outside to see the bodies of wolves strewn across his farm. He yawned and stretched out for he had just woken up from a nice nap. 'All this fun and you couldn't have even bothered to wake me up? Yeesh. Not to mention they trampled my crops...' He shrugged nonchalantly. 'They were goners anyway, I suppose. It's been a bad year for harvest.' A stray wolf sprinted across his field and towards Mayako. He looked at the wolf and sighed with disgust. As it reached closer to him, the wolf leapt towards him with its maw wide open. Within an instant, Mayako had his blade drawn and with a quick movement of his entire body, was standing behind the wolf, his arm extended fully outwards. The wolf landed on the ground, not on its paws, and laid still. He looked back at his blade to see blackish-red blood flowing on the blade. He shook his head and resheathed his blade, which had oils on the inside of the sheath to clean off the blood from the sword. 'Silly mongrel, of all the horticultural swordsmen you could've picked a fight with, you chose the wrong one to try and test.' He looked back at the hut and yelled out to the two women inside. 'Gather your belongings folks, looks like our location is compromised. We've no choice but to start our grandiose quest to find out what the hell is going on in our lovely world at the crack of dawn. And bring the sake! I spent a good few months distilling that by myself, I'm sure as hell not going to let it go to waste.' He looked at Arceus standing outside the hut with blood covering his robes. 'Might be a good idea to wash that off, my friend. Wouldn't want to travel into town looking like we've committed a massacre now, would we?' He laughed at his own joke and scratched his chin. 'That is, unless it suits your taste. It matters not to me!' He went inside of the hut and gathered some of his belongings for their trip. A purse full of coins made of assorted metals, scrolls that he had taken from his old home for a good read, and other miscellaneous goods that he stuffed carelessly into a rucksack which he slung onto his back. He walked over to Aerias and put his hand on her shoulder. 'I imagine you're still a little... off from earlier. Tell you what, I've a horse behind my hut that you could ride on until you get your bearings. Let me go reign it up for you.' He looked deep into her eyes and noticed that there was more than what met the eye about this girl. He brushed it off, and assumed he had just drank too much. He went around back for a moment and then came back inside of the hut. 'So uh, yeah. Scratch that, I don't have a horse anymore. Looks like the wolves got pretty hungry and decided they'd have a little snack... the bastards. I payed good money for that steed and now it was all for naught. On the other hand, exercise is kind of refreshing, yeah?' By the time everybody was ready the sun began to peek past the treeline in the distance. He stepped outside of the hut and was greeted by the chilly morning mist creeping amongst the ground, along with the smell of flesh and spilled blood. 'The town I sell my crops at is down the road quite a ways. Hope you guys don't mind the trek, although I get the strange feeling we're going to spend a long damn time on our feet. Lucky for the shade here, she gets to transform into whatever suits the moment. And here I was thinking I'd seen it all in the world.. I guess you learn new things every day.' As Mayako set off onto the road, he thought to himself, 'What an odd group we are. You have some sort of roguish assassin, a princess from a kingdom far far away and the physical manifestation of the darkness, and then there's me of course. And a week ago all I could think about was why my rice was dying off.' He laughed to himself on the inside and smiled. 'I guess there's no better cure for boredom though. Off to find a new place and to meet new people, again. Oh boy, what fun.'