- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
"She won't follow," he mouthed in answer, "I have ways to ensure it." That said, he offered Feng a rare smirk. He wasn't so reckless he'd endanger a child. No good Hunter worth anything ever harmed a child.
Their arrival at the hotel seemed to surprise the little girl's uncle, but pleasantly as he greeted them with a smile and rose from the chair where he read in the lobby. It was a small building, but kept clean, and someone there knew the art of making it seem more spacious by arranging the furniture with care.
A few white chrysanthemums decorated a green-and-white-swirled vase on the check-in counter. Drake raised an eyebrow as he looked around. It was a nice-looking place. "We need place to spend a few nights. There's two of us now, and we're... expecting a possible third."
"Young lady with a red wrap on her head?"
"Ah, yes. That's right." Drake frowned. "Is she here already?"
"Yes," the man nodded, "She arrived a day ago and made arrangements, and then left, saying she was going to explore the city."
"I see. Thank you." Drake nodded, then waited.
"Here, I'll show you to your rooms. Drake and Feng, correct?"
Another nod from Drake, and the man led the way to a room, then scolded his niece away from them. Once she was gone, Drake looked toward the Noa's uncle. "Could Feng and I speak to you a few minutes in private? I have a few questions about the... gasants. Specifically the effects of their poison."
The man nodded, then led Drake into the three-bed room. The beds weren't very large, but they had thick and fluffy blankets, similar pillows, and there were tasteful decorations that included two layers of curtains: one light to reduce the light from outside, and one black to block out all light. Other decorations included a vase of white mums and a few paintings of what looked like warm places, though none included the ocean.
"You're here after the gasants, huh?" The man frowned. "The poison's deadly. People die from one lungful of the stuff. Long-term effects if you only get a little aren't... too bad, but it builds up."
"Blindness?"
"Eventually, we assume."
"Hair loss?"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"Muscles get tired more easily. We... don't know what'll happen beyond a few months, though."
Drake nodded. "And you don't have a way to escape?"
"No. Nothing reliable. Gasants aren't the only problem, just the biggest."
Their arrival at the hotel seemed to surprise the little girl's uncle, but pleasantly as he greeted them with a smile and rose from the chair where he read in the lobby. It was a small building, but kept clean, and someone there knew the art of making it seem more spacious by arranging the furniture with care.
A few white chrysanthemums decorated a green-and-white-swirled vase on the check-in counter. Drake raised an eyebrow as he looked around. It was a nice-looking place. "We need place to spend a few nights. There's two of us now, and we're... expecting a possible third."
"Young lady with a red wrap on her head?"
"Ah, yes. That's right." Drake frowned. "Is she here already?"
"Yes," the man nodded, "She arrived a day ago and made arrangements, and then left, saying she was going to explore the city."
"I see. Thank you." Drake nodded, then waited.
"Here, I'll show you to your rooms. Drake and Feng, correct?"
Another nod from Drake, and the man led the way to a room, then scolded his niece away from them. Once she was gone, Drake looked toward the Noa's uncle. "Could Feng and I speak to you a few minutes in private? I have a few questions about the... gasants. Specifically the effects of their poison."
The man nodded, then led Drake into the three-bed room. The beds weren't very large, but they had thick and fluffy blankets, similar pillows, and there were tasteful decorations that included two layers of curtains: one light to reduce the light from outside, and one black to block out all light. Other decorations included a vase of white mums and a few paintings of what looked like warm places, though none included the ocean.
"You're here after the gasants, huh?" The man frowned. "The poison's deadly. People die from one lungful of the stuff. Long-term effects if you only get a little aren't... too bad, but it builds up."
"Blindness?"
"Eventually, we assume."
"Hair loss?"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"Muscles get tired more easily. We... don't know what'll happen beyond a few months, though."
Drake nodded. "And you don't have a way to escape?"
"No. Nothing reliable. Gasants aren't the only problem, just the biggest."