[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

The Bonfire is still burning merrily, but there aren't as many people sitting around it as at night.

The food right now is big slabs of some fleshy root. It smells great and looks even tastier. Some people are roasting it on sticks, some directly on coals.

The big drums have all been put away, but someone is playing a three-note whistle and another man is leaning against a Shamisen, listening.

THIS was something Shiva didn't miss either. She didn't really knew why her dear magical fox has developed such a poisonous relationship towards someone she liked and cared for, but asking questions and finding out why was something she rather restrained from. Instead, she rather chooses to adapt to this and prevent things from getting heated, literally and figuratively.

"Do forgive me for my obvious mistake, Braixen. It was foolish from me to not keep some distance between this person and you, please let me fix that... I'll recall you into your Pokeball, alright? Feeling such hatered is poisonous for your dormant psychic powers, please enjoy and recover from this in the safety of your Pokeball. I'll make up for this to you later, alright?"

How sad... Shiva was actually looking forward to have her magical fox chant and howl to the tune of the Shamisen. Seems like this is just not going to happen.

Ventus aggressive/defensive posture immediately relaxed when Braixen was returned to their Pokeball, causing him to let out a sigh as he returned Apsis' to wherever he retrieved it from. "Thank you for your timely intervention, Shiva. Had you not I fear we would have.....an unappealing confrontation with one another, so I'm glad we all were spared such a thing. I don't understand why your Braixen despises me so (As I have deliberately made him not see the connection between destroying their home and their hatred, and he didn't know they were in the area anyway to witness said devestation to begin with, so...) , but its an unfortunate reality that we must all endure none of the less. Hopefully such resentment will fade in time, but forgive me for thinking that it will not," the researcher replied to his most blessed friend, a thankful smile already back in place on his face like it never left.

Once that matter was resolved, the empath disentangled himself from his mystical friend's graps (Giving her an apologetic smile in the process), telling her that: "Forgive me, but I believe I've spotted someone that can advise me on how to play my Shamisen, and I wish to converse with the locals on how to make a proper Skial. If you wish to join, however, I will not mind in the slightest! Good company makes music all the better, at least in my experience!"

Order: Time for music lessons from the natives! After he receives them, I'll get started on crafting the post with the Skial I've made, alright? Alright, let's do it!