.:The Journey Of Sacurana:. [Human/Adventure RP! Open!]

[OreoHeroz]

Falkor blinked, trotting by Simon's side as they entered the house. She wasn't sure how Mezzira felt or how Simon felt too. Man, this is hard... Shaking out her pelt, she leaped onto a dusty cardboard box and laid down on it, her front paws dangling as she glanced around. Everyone but Simon and Mezzira were treating their wounds.

((Writer's block D: ))

[RainbowTea]

((Ugh, I hate that. I'm suffering from it right now in my stories XD))

[OreoHeroz]

((lol - I agree. Writer's Block in stories? Ugh, hate that. x3))

[crystwolf]

"Evening." Viiul greeted, giving a small nod accompanied with a smile to the stranger. She took a glance at Falkor before finally getting up from her spot on the wall and moving to sit in a chair, laying her violin and bow on the table next to her.

Derizon just gave a small grunt and nodded, placing the gauze back down before sheathing his sword and inspecting it, giving it an experimental turn before resting it upon his lap. He glanced at the window, the night sky filling the streets, the dim lights only managing to illuminate certain spots. He was sure he'd saw something moving in the shadows, but pushed it aside as imagination.

Mezzira rubbed the back of her neck, looking over to Falkor and Simon. "Uh, help yourself to anything around here." She quickly said, flashing a small smile before rushing over to the equally messy, small kitchen behind. Food, of course. How had she forgotten? She rummaged through the drawers and found a pot, as well as a few packets of instant noodles. She turned on the stove and started, occasionally shooting glances towards the room everybody was in.

[RainbowTea]

Simon Kelis

Simon glanced around, taking in the room. There wasn't much furniture to begin with, but it still felt a little homey, reminding him of an old memory bathed in ancient cobwebs at the back of his mind. Feeling a little sick, he shoved it back even further. Seeing that there wasn't another chair available, he sat on the floor. He was used to it either way, and he found it more comfortable.

The silence in the room pricked at Simon, urging him to start a conversation. He blinked, unsure of how to begin. Dimas's guests didn't seem very talkative, although the girl with the violin appeared to be the most friendly despite the fact that he had heard her only murmur a few words. He would have preferred them to start the conversation for he didn't know if they wished to speak or not, but seeing that no one was about to volunteer for the position, he decided to take a stab at it. The problem was he had nothing to talk about, nothing he had in common with them that he saw. Of course - they were strangers, and he only saw their faces and blood-streaked wounds, not their lives.

Simon thought about asking them about their wounds, but he quickly shot the idea down, not wanting to upset them. He wondered how long they had lived in this area - he had never seen them around. He remembered passing by this house quite a few times, but he had never stopped to study it or venture inside. He wished he had. Dimas seemed like an interesting boy who had a life that would be worth knowing about, but then again, everyone's was different.

After grabbing one of the thoughts that was swirling in his mind, Simon turned his attention to the violinist, nodding at the instrument. "I'm assuming you play the violin," he commented, although it also could have been considered a question, depending on the perspective of the listener. "How long have you played?"

[Star12]

Fereda finished winding her bandage around her arm, standing up and brushing herself down. She flashed a smile in the newcomer's direction, before placing her bow down on the floor next to where Derizon was sitting. She shot him a stern glance that could only mean one thing, don't lose it. She walked silently into the kitchen, "Need any help?" She asked softly to the blue-haired boy. "Oh, I didn't quite catch your name." She said, letting out a quiet chuckle.
The blonde glanced back into the room, biting her lower lip. She looked out of the window and into the dark street outside, it was deserted and every movement sent a shiver through her spine. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair and looked back to the boy, watching as he got to work on cooking their food.

[crystwolf]

Viiul nodded slightly, a little startled at the sudden voice. "Since I was five or six. Can't remember." She rubbed her chin in thought, eyes glancing over to Fereda before resting back on Simon. "What's your name?" She asked politely, a small smile on her face.

Mezzira jumped, tipping the pot over. She quickly grabbed it and avoided the small drops of hot water that splashed on the ground. "No, no! You can go rest." She smiled sheepishly, placing the pot back on the stove as she turned around to greet the archer. "The name's Dimas." She spoke with a small bow of her head. "And yours?" She half-turned back to her cooking, dumping the noodles into the water.

[Star12]

"I'm Fereda." She said softly, leaning against the counter. She held back a chuckle as Dimas knocked the pot over, catching it just in time. "Are you sure? I'm not bad sound the kitchen." She offered, rummaging through her pockets to find a ribbon. She reached up and scraped her hair back into a high pony-tail, tying the ribbon in a neat bow.

[crystwolf]

She glanced over to Fereda. "That's a nice name." She commented, chuckling lightly. "I guess, if you insist." She smiled, stepping slightly away from the stove to pour herself water into a cup, drinking it down greedily.

[OreoHeroz]

((Nice siggy x3))

Uncooked food breezed into Falkor's nostrils as she raised her head to sniff. Mezzira's cooking something. Deciding to leave Simon for a moment, she briskly licked his hand before trotting towards where the two humans were. Popping into the room, she wrinkled her nose as she realized Mezzira was cooking noodles. Ever since the canine had touched the noodles to her tongue on the streets, she had immediately spat them out, disgusted with their taste. Unhappy, she growled at the cooking noodles before turning and bounding out of the room. Returning to the four humans, she rested nearby Simon and the violinist, often glaring at the violinist as she watched the two speak.