[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

Whatever answer she expected was not the one you gave, and the old otter reared back as if slapped in the face…

…And started to laugh, putting down her saucer as she barked in amusement.

“Ha. Ha! Ah ha ha! That old ploy of mine? That is the main reason you sought me? Ha! I don’t know whether to be more insulted or bemused! You hardly know a thing about me at all. Bah, another failing of Valarie , that absolute BRAT. Ha ha, ignorance is something that be cured, though - or you will be cured of it.”

It doesn’t take long for her to settled down, though a small quirk of remained.

“Were I younger, or you are not promising what I Wish most dear for I’d have CUT and diced that arm of yours for such an disrespect. Be grateful for that, young warrior. Your plan and tactics, while an insult to me, are sound enough. For now. We’ll see if they hold up against the raging storm. *Shrugs* The outcome doesn’t matter to me anyway - win or lose I get what I want.”

Cold and cutthroat, but at least she is humoring you instead of removing your humors.

Your solemn answer, darkened expression, and shift in posture do not go unnoticed by Kusanagi. Slowly, she leaned forward until her face was now within the candle light.

Kusanagi was grinning, a Dark sense of satisfaction displayed by her jagged teeth.

She had no eyes. Only scar tissue where they once were, a deep groove carved right through and past them.

“Oh? So I was right after all. Bloodied hands, heavy head, from a young warrior from the tamer world. That would be a most interesting tale indeed. But you are right. Now is not the time.”

She leans back out of the candle light and takes another drink.

“…I have more to say, but that can be saved for another night. I want a Battle, soon as possible. This old blade has been seethed too long, and needs to be honed. A good chance to see if you are as sharp as you proclaim - what says you, hm?”

Even in the face of being mocked for valuing her assistance because of a simple trick instead of her swordsmanship, the intense stare of the eyeless Samurott's dark interest in his dark past, Seddi keeps a straight face and his cool.  They both know what they want out of this partnership, at least for the immediate future, and everything is still going smoothly.

"You're right.  I don't know much about you.  Not yet.  All I have to go on right now is a basic summary of the techniques ya know and a vague description of a small part of your past.  Can't compare to seein' the real deal in action and hearin' the stories straight from the source.  If you want a battle to warm up, I think that can be arranged.  I just so happen to have a little test bein' set up for our little huntin' party already, scheduled for tomorrow night.  I've even been warned it's going to be dangerous.  Not as dangerous as what we're gearin' up for, of course.  But dangerous enough to warrant a warning about its lethality."

And so, an accord seems to have been reached.  Just what will come of it, one can only wonder...

Your Hard Stone composure and continued cordiality got you another grin - one you can spot, now that you know what to look for. This one was not as Dark - you would say it’s the closet she’s been respectful.

“Indeed. Stories will come later, young warrior. I will say this to you now, however - this is ‘god’ you are honing yourself for? It is your first Malefic you hunt ; it is not mine. Never a Wandering Hurricane , I admit, but I have slain the Malefics most consider its ‘kin’ and counters. Ponder this however you please.”

Kusanagi let out the most throaty laugh yet as you revealed the Test. Combined with the the low growl of bloody delight, it is enough to send shivers down down down. Even Leaves, a passive presence so far, expresses some small concern .

“A taste of what is to come? Oh young warrior, you make this lady’s blood boil. Yes…that will do most nicely.”

Then, with sudden deftness, the saucer was set before you. Lifting it up to give a sniff, you detect the strong notes of whisky. With nonchalance she raised one paw of it - and soon steady drops of blood began to mix in. Not a sound made, from CUT to flicking her hand, the flow of blood stopped as if through sheer self control.

The old, bloodied warrior motioned your dominant hand to the cup - her intent was clear. Whether you humor her or not she would raise the saucer high before offering it to you.

”Let us seal the deal in blood and spirit, like all good and glorious things are made and done. I shall be your Blade of Glory, and you shall find me Battles most worthy, ruinous, and deadly beyond keen. Cheers, young Master.”