Lord's Rest Inn

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 "I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own. 

"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash." 

 She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.

 He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."

 ".." he thinks for a moment "It is complex in a way." he said, exhaling smoke through his nose. 

"Thank god." She laughs and looks up at him.

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 *well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*

 *Here you go, description for character-

Standing tall, taller than most is a human man with strange markings on his shoulder that seem to lead onto his chest. He looks... young, around his teenage years, possibly slightly older but the garbs he wears suggest something ancient... like that of a hunter in their truest form, back in the day when hunting was a fight to the death.
He has a scar on his chest with a matching spot on his back, like he was pierced through by something. Long brown hair tied up in bundles, like it hasn't been cut, like that of a caveman. His clothes are made from the hides of many animals, the hide of what must have been a massive lion before on his shoulders as well. He carries two jagged short swords made from rock at his sides, a bow and quiver on his back, full of arrows. His eyes are a soft brown. He is lean and muscular, appearing incredibly strong, but also lean, his eyes carrying a deep intelligence that contrasts his appearance. His hands are some kind of strange stoney spots and cracks on them, like his skin has actually turned to stone there. An ethereal lioness follows after, growling softly as he looks around this new place.

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 Darius Kanowasuki is hunting, his flesh covered in deep and long cuts, blood running down his sides as he faces someone who looks similar to him, as if they were from the same era. They wield a spear, having pierced though Darius in multiple places, but not without earning come dangerous cuts in return from his sharp rock short swords.

 Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure watching him. Dressed in a maroon, flowery dress with patterns and stitchings of marigolds and lilies. She stands at about six and a half feet tall, and not an inch of her skin is showing. Her arms are covered by long sleeves and gloves, and her face is a golden mask with a serene expression. She watches from the sidelines, stepping a bit closer each moment. She thrums with magical power.

 Eventually, though the two seem to be at a stalemate, Darius is able to close the gap of distance between them, and with strength alone break the spear, leaving his opponent with a much more difficult fight on their hands. After a few more exchanged blows, the spear wielder obviously now losing, they flee, leaving him bleeding as he sighs, tired from what has happen, though they do notice the stranger.

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(morning arch)

 *morning!*

 (how are you doing?)

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 "I trust everyone who works for me until they prove they can't be trusted. If they can't be trusted, I make sure to tell them this and cut off all contact with them." he nods. He fishes out a cigar from a box on his desk. He hands one to her and lights his own. 

"I am trying." she chuckles "I have already burned all of my stash." 

 She takes it, lighting it herself, smoking it down steadily, blowing smoke softly "I got one last question fer ya, if ya don't mind my askin'. Why Riotan?" She asks, blowing the smoke away from them, an intense curiosity in her eyes.

 He chuckles with them "I give most of mine to Felix, promise he would eat my cigarette if he saw me smoking one."

 ".." he thinks for a moment "It is complex in a way." he said, exhaling smoke through his nose. 

"Thank god." She laughs and looks up at him.

 "So ya got a crush on 'em too." She says, chuckling as she exhales some more smoke through her fangs "I don't blame ya, even after all that lyin' he did, somethin' about 'em got me hooked."

 He kisses her forehead, putting the now empty thermos away.

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(morning arch)

 *morning!*

 (how are you doing?)

 *great! How are you?*

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 *well, any character you think could be at the Yuletide ball, OR one that is currently in life threatening danger! Because then I can intro a new character.*

 *Here you go, description for character-

Standing tall, taller than most is a human man with strange markings on his shoulder that seem to lead onto his chest. He looks... young, around his teenage years, possibly slightly older but the garbs he wears suggest something ancient... like that of a hunter in their truest form, back in the day when hunting was a fight to the death.
He has a scar on his chest with a matching spot on his back, like he was pierced through by something. Long brown hair tied up in bundles, like it hasn't been cut, like that of a caveman. His clothes are made from the hides of many animals, the hide of what must have been a massive lion before on his shoulders as well. He carries two jagged short swords made from rock at his sides, a bow and quiver on his back, full of arrows. His eyes are a soft brown. He is lean and muscular, appearing incredibly strong, but also lean, his eyes carrying a deep intelligence that contrasts his appearance. His hands are some kind of strange stoney spots and cracks on them, like his skin has actually turned to stone there. An ethereal lioness follows after, growling softly as he looks around this new place.

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 Darius Kanowasuki is hunting, his flesh covered in deep and long cuts, blood running down his sides as he faces someone who looks similar to him, as if they were from the same era. They wield a spear, having pierced though Darius in multiple places, but not without earning come dangerous cuts in return from his sharp rock short swords.

 Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure watching him. Dressed in a maroon, flowery dress with patterns and stitchings of marigolds and lilies. She stands at about six and a half feet tall, and not an inch of her skin is showing. Her arms are covered by long sleeves and gloves, and her face is a golden mask with a serene expression. She watches from the sidelines, stepping a bit closer each moment. She thrums with magical power.

 Eventually, though the two seem to be at a stalemate, Darius is able to close the gap of distance between them, and with strength alone break the spear, leaving his opponent with a much more difficult fight on their hands. After a few more exchanged blows, the spear wielder obviously now losing, they flee, leaving him bleeding as he sighs, tired from what has happen, though they do notice the stranger.

 As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.