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『The Same Old Song and Dance』

☙Who: Piñara, Leon and Neriene
☙What: A quest and some exploration!
☙When: Just after the Quest announcement comes up
☙Where: The Golden Deer/Gladsheim
☙Warning(s): None so far - Will add if applicable

『The Same Old Song and Dance』

There was a Pub, and therefore there was a Pinya in the Pub.
It'd been a while since she'd been somewhere with as much hustle and bustle as this one, even if it was only populated by the odd false people all over this city, but they served drinks and the noise was enough even if it wasn't as genuine as it could be. There were other, not false people here too, several she had met during her escape from Gladsheim and a few others she hadn't met yet. Mayhaps she would greet them later- or such was her train of thought when someone approached her. The man had come up to the bar and looked outward, surveying the area for... something. Pinya watched him as it was clear he was looking for someone. She sighs, staring into her near empty tankard as she asks herself if she's really going to do this again. She knows that look. She already knows she is. "I don't suppose you're looking for someone to do something for you, my friend?" Ten minutes later, she's got a piece of parchment with all the vital information on it and Alian has turned from animated to simply waiting by the bar. It's creeping her out a little bit, so instead she moves to an empty table, speading the parchment out and looking it over, formulating a plan. "I'm going to need someone to come with me, that's clear enough," she thinks out loud.

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It seemed that something had happened because a blue screen had popped up before Leon and had suggested that he find someone, capture some kind of insect, and make a wish. There was also a notice that new quests had been posted in The Golden Deer pub. So... that was probably as good a place as any to start looking for ~~poor souls to put up with him~~ some help with at least something. Money was always going to be an issue here, it seemed.

Leon was definitely in luck. He noticed the same blonde woman - Pinara - from the roof top alone at a table, looking something over. As he approached he heard her say something about her needing someone to go with her to do something. Perfect. He joined her at the table rather uninvited, his arm lazily resting on the table as he started to scan over her parchments already. Her handwriting a tidy cursive, pretty.

"Hm, it seems you've already found yourself some work haven't you."

He had noticed that someone else was present, but he didn't look to them until they spoke. It was the woman had grown wise to the herb that would give her a stomach ache in Gladsheim. It really was a pity that she hadn't gone ahead and eaten it, he never did find out what happened if it was consumed...

Edited 2020-08-19 23:14 (UTC)

Leon was lucky she hadn't; this way, she was still feeling charitable. Neriene had waited patiently to be acknowledged--not that either the lady with the wolf or the man had been speaking, so she wasn't precisely interrupting, but old habits died hard.

"Should you both need someone to, say...distract these monsters, allow me to offer my sword and shield." The Lightforged tried to play down the nervousness in that statement, with limited success--she hadn't a beverage to disguise the gulp as she swallowed, but she gave a shy smile at the end of that. "I am Neriene." Paladin, protector--whatever the class was called, here, it seemed to mean 'standing in front and taking hits', and she'd seen her sister do it often enough...

A slow, familiar smirk grows on Pinya's face as she closes her eyes and huffs to herself.

It seems this place doesn't even need an adventurer's guild to gather people together for a questing party. Were it not for the lack of Aether and other races, it would have felt like home.

"Can't a woman take on a humble aristocrat's request in peace?" She doesn't bother to hide the smile, "My you're all nosy. Almost as nosy as I would be in your stead," she laughs.

She takes her parchment and spreads it out in the middle of the table for Neriene to read. She knows Leon's already read it, she can tell by the strong Bastard Vibes he gives off.

Takes one to know one, after all.

"Well, I am in need of a party of sorts and I do feel much better knowing I have someone to head up the potential fights. I also heard that there was a valuable monster lurking in the depths of Floor 2 that I wouldn't mind claiming the pelt of," She crosses her legs and leans back in her chair, already formulating battle plans for a tank and two ranged.

Leon's gaze shifted back to Pinara, a certain elegant laziness to the motion that may remind both of the women of a cat.

"You were the only table with less than four people at it already."

Not to mention he had already met her, which factored into his decision. If she were to look it would be true but Leon assumed that was why she picked this table rather than one of the others. Besides, if she didn't wish for help, she shouldn't speak out loud about needing help... But he could tell that it was a joke.

The valuable monster he hadn't heard of and that made him a bit glad Neriene was here. The way she charged into the creatures in Gladsheim was quite impressive, though he didn't stick behind her long enough to really know what happened after that initial charge. She apparently did well enough, considering she was here now.

"If we are going after a high value target then having someone who is tough enough to charge into a mob of enemies would be prudent."

And foolhardy enough. He understood they were just overgrown squirrels, but he didn't particularly wish to be in the thick of them like she had been. He stayed back and picked them off one at a time before they could reach him. His method was painfully methodical and he recognized that it would not be sustainable against anything more than simple monster fare.

"I suppose I could have sat at the bar and had a tankard there," Neriene mused, lifting a hand to her chin. "But you've already shown yourself as an interesting individual," with a grin at Pinya. "So of course, therefore, yes, I am and will be nosy!"

Not that she really wanted to be in front of Leon, but if they were going as a package deal, well. It was something the Lightforged was simply going to have to suck up. Hopefully later she wouldn't end up regretting it.

That, and considering she was honest, Neri flat out admitted that she was nosy to Pinya. But she didn't want to admit her misgivings about the third of their trio if she could help it.

"So do you know anything about this special monster? Rumors? Attacks? Strengths, weaknesses?" It was always best to be prepared, if you could at all.

"Ahh, the old 'I already know you' trap," she laughs, taking a swig of her mead as she does so.

"And yes, though I have experience in taking the brunt of the damage I certainly don't have the correct arms for it. Not until I can proper bully a blacksmith into creating something that I'm more acquainted with, anyway." Pinya leans down to pick out a notebook that she'd purchased earlier. It't not her overstuffed Botanist's notebook by any means, but if she's going to be here for a while she might as well go about it properly.

The journal that she plonks onto the table is a simple brown leather affair, and it has clearly already been written in if the neat, legible scrawl on the first couple of pages has anything to do with it.

She turns to a new page, numbering in the bottom corner and then using her pen to put the same number on the scroll. At least that way she has some way of organising herself.

"I don't have too much information, only that the monster has been called "Ragelope" and is akin to an Antelope, or perhaps a Steinbock. What I do know is that if the Locals have deigned to call it a 'Ragelope', it's almost certainly not going to be a lower ranked hunt." She's writing in shorthand as she speaks and gestures. Pinya has always been an animated person, and it certainly isn't going to stop now.

It seemed as if Leon would be the only one of this trio that wasn't a grinning fool, but that was often the case. He tended to be quite a bit more restrained than those around him and he honestly thought nothing of it. It was just how things were and - though he'd never consciously had this thought - it probably helped him with staying focused on his own research and work.

The name Ragelope he had actually heard of, though he hadn't been made aware that this was a FOE type enemy - he'd heard talk of it about the town from the idiot script that spilled from the mouths of unreal people. He first scanned Pinara's journal to glean what he could, then waited for Pinara to finish what she was saying, focusing on her face and ignoring her gesticulation.

He spoke leisurely, as if they were only talking about the weather. "I have not heard much in the way of strength and weakness, but I have heard that it is relatively docile until confronted. That may be to our advantage."

He rested his cheek bone on his index and middle fingers, his jaw on his thumb, elbow on table. He almost looked as if he was thoroughly bored. "I cannot speak for how an antelope or steinbock may fight if cornered - I lived in a rather large city and no such creatures wandered into it - but if I were familiar with those creatures I would consider how they may fight to begin planning." His gaze shifted between the women expectantly for some kind of input.

Hey now! Just because Pinya is bubbly and likes to drink and smile doesn't mean she's a fool!

Leon would be sure to find this out in due time, though Pinya suspected he had already decided how he felt about her and what she was capable of.

Eh, let him think what he wants, all's the better for surprising people later.

"In my unfortunately large well of experience, they're never that Docile," she sighs, "Better to be prepared for a fight than assume we'll have the advantage of surprise." She immediately flips to another page of her journal and sketches out a crude image of a head of some sort with poorly drawn antlers.

Sue her, she's a botanist and an alchemist, not an artist.

"Charging, kicking and spearing," she lists off, continuing to draw the godawful approximation of a deer.
"Stay away from the horns at all costs, even blunt bone can pierce skin with enough force," she circles the head.
"They'll rear and smack you silly with the hind legs too, so in general unless you've got a shield or you've got a death wish, don't go for the behind either," she drags her pen neatly in an X over the butt.

"So that leaves ranged attacks and the flank," she finishes.

Perhaps brash was the better term for the two, as opposed to fool. The way the strange horned woman had crashed into the enemies in the labyrinth... Her skill could not be denied, but he could only imagine she would end up quite overwhelmed at one point. As for Pinara, well. He wasn't so sure about her. There was something there based solely on their discussion and location of meeting, but he wasn't sure what yet.

He listened to her, then looked to her journal with what was almost a hint of interest. There was no flicker of amusement at her drawing. His almost hint of interest shifted into largely unimpressed by the poorly constructed cartoon, but he was listening to her anyway.

"We have a gunner, an archer with a wolf, and a shield. This should be relatively straightforward." He paused for a breath. "I imagine Neriene with her shield should be more than enough to draw it's attention while Pinara, her wolf, and I take care of the rest."

"It looks like a talbuk of sorts, to me--and those can be brutal with their horns and hooves--even a bite or two if they think it's necessary! They are used to outrunning creatures that see them as prey--including two-legged creatures," Neriene mused.

"That is what I was hoping--that I could be the tank and you two would thusly take care of the creatures while I distracted them."

She was finding it difficult to put herself out--and the Draenei found herself wishing that Gradivus was here. The older Lightforged always seemed to know what to say in situations like this...

Pinya nods in agreement.

"Sounds like at least a vague plan! And that's all I ever really need," she grins, taking a hearty swig of her mead.

"Now, I'm proper broke in this place, but I've been doing some research and honestly, I'm not sure if the local Alchemist even has the wits to notice I'm using her lab. I can make us some basic healing potions and poultices, possibly some Silver Needles and Eye Drops and Antidotes, not sure, I'll see what I can rustle up before we set out."

"If there's anything left you want to say before I get crafting, let me know. Otherwise, let's get this show on the road!"

[OOC: Skip to dungeon entrance?]

Leon was stony faced as Pinara was excited about having just a vague plan. In truth? He hated that. He did not like not having a plan. Admittedly, though, he didn't much have one. They didn't have enough information regarding the FOE and those around town were... Less than helpful to say the least. So a vague plan was enough. Hopefully Neriene would be able to keep the attention of the beast and nothing would go wrong.

The mention of alchemy caught his ear and directed a rather concentrated gaze from Leon, but he made no comment. He could ask her about it sometime when they weren't preparing for a mission. He would leave the alchemy to her and the... whatever the hell else she just said. He wasn't sure he could really take her all that seriously considering she was hoping to make saline, of all things. Who the hell knew what silver needles were and... Antidotes would be a good idea except, you know, different poisons required different antidotes. Better to leave her to her work and see what it was she came up with and talk it over later.

As for Neriene... Well, he knew almost nothing about her except that she was an absolute wall of force in Gladsheim. He certainly would not want to piss her off.

There was nothing for him to say to the girls, so he excused himself from the table and the tavern to see if there were any provisions he could pick up before they left. Within the next hour he placed himself near the entrance to the labyrinth where he could watch for his party members. He was there just early enough to start perusing the menus of the inventory system and whatnot. He dismissed it once one or both of the women approached.

"Ready?" There was a relaxed confidence in the way he held himself. They totally had this. Probably.

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