[Given the frequency of adventurer’s work found in La Noscea, puddles of water and shorelines were a regular sight for Takame. Especially given the region received a lot of rainfall. So when one rippled strangely he was bound to take notice. His eyes never deceived him.
And indeed, they haven’t this time either as just as quickly as he went to investigate, he felt himself dragged into it. A split second that felt like hours sixty fulms under before he was unceremoniously thrown back out like a geyser, but in the middle of Aefenglom, not La Noscea.]
What in the hells…? [Muttered silently to himself as immediately his hand hovered over the hilt of his katana out of habit. The view of unfamiliar surroundings put him on edge and the less than pleasant or smooth landing did not help matters. Eventually he moved forward, looking for the closest person he could find to explain what just happened. Despite that, the shade of hostility in his voice couldn’t be hidden.] Is someone there?
b. Goblin market
[Despite being appraised of the situation, Takame did not feel quite content at what little he knew. Perhaps he did for a moment but then he thought back to his small family. What would his sister do in this situation, he wondered?
She was a charismatic soul and he certainly… wasn’t. But if there was a place he could learn a lot it was a marketplace. All merchants, be they benevolent or ill intended, let slip precious information in the wide open. At times he would use his stealth to eavesdrop, lean against a nearby wall and feign conversation with passerbys (maybe you) as he listened in. But sometimes he did not even need to. But all the while the scales on his arms itched terribly and he kept pulling feathers from what he assumed to be his clothes.
And sometimes a particularly pushy vendor almost literally pulled him to their stall to view their wares. Though less “pulled” and more “pathetically begged him to” to which he followed if only to not be rude. And they claimed to offer an anti-itch remedy among a slew of other concoctions.]
Ah, you’ve… quite the selection of wares… [Said loud enough for anyone close by to hear. The occasional scratch at his wrist or face could easily be mistaken as nervous jittering. And honestly that’s not all that inaccurate.]
c. Wilde Hunt (mild body horror cw)
[The transformation didn’t hurt. So long as Takame told himself that, it did not hurt. It was mental, it was all mental. The burning at his back as a pair of sprawling wings began to spring forward, the way his skin turned red from how much he scratched but more and more feathers sprouted from his arms. And eventually he could scratch no more as his nails grew longer, more pointed. A fact he learned the hard way as he broke skin more than once, forcing him to bandage his wrists.
All mental. All concealed behind an emotional wall not even he knew how to break.
The physical changes were not fought against as much as this relentless surge of aggressive energy was. It was lucky for him that the city, unfamiliar as it was, required assistance in mushing a mob of monsters back. Good people helped others. His sister always said that. He was in the forest fighting against them, cutting them down with either blade or talon because the people needed help.
As much as fighting them back quelled some urge, though, if all was quiet for a while he could get restless again and fall to one knee, shaking his head with clenched, razor sharp teeth. Maybe he was the one who needed help.]
d. wildcard
[[ something else, whatever is wanted!! Feel free to come at him while he’s eavesdropping or being made to shop in b. or while he’s fighting or needing some help in c. or hit me up at bonpuns! ]]
takame kesi | ffxiv (non-wol oc) | harpy
[Given the frequency of adventurer’s work found in La Noscea, puddles of water and shorelines were a regular sight for Takame. Especially given the region received a lot of rainfall. So when one rippled strangely he was bound to take notice. His eyes never deceived him.
And indeed, they haven’t this time either as just as quickly as he went to investigate, he felt himself dragged into it. A split second that felt like hours sixty fulms under before he was unceremoniously thrown back out like a geyser, but in the middle of Aefenglom, not La Noscea.]
What in the hells…? [Muttered silently to himself as immediately his hand hovered over the hilt of his katana out of habit. The view of unfamiliar surroundings put him on edge and the less than pleasant or smooth landing did not help matters. Eventually he moved forward, looking for the closest person he could find to explain what just happened. Despite that, the shade of hostility in his voice couldn’t be hidden.] Is someone there?
b. Goblin market
[Despite being appraised of the situation, Takame did not feel quite content at what little he knew. Perhaps he did for a moment but then he thought back to his small family. What would his sister do in this situation, he wondered?
She was a charismatic soul and he certainly… wasn’t. But if there was a place he could learn a lot it was a marketplace. All merchants, be they benevolent or ill intended, let slip precious information in the wide open. At times he would use his stealth to eavesdrop, lean against a nearby wall and feign conversation with passerbys (maybe you) as he listened in. But sometimes he did not even need to. But all the while the scales on his arms itched terribly and he kept pulling feathers from what he assumed to be his clothes.
And sometimes a particularly pushy vendor almost literally pulled him to their stall to view their wares. Though less “pulled” and more “pathetically begged him to” to which he followed if only to not be rude. And they claimed to offer an anti-itch remedy among a slew of other concoctions.]
Ah, you’ve… quite the selection of wares… [Said loud enough for anyone close by to hear. The occasional scratch at his wrist or face could easily be mistaken as nervous jittering. And honestly that’s not all that inaccurate.]
c. Wilde Hunt (mild body horror cw)
[The transformation didn’t hurt. So long as Takame told himself that, it did not hurt. It was mental, it was all mental. The burning at his back as a pair of sprawling wings began to spring forward, the way his skin turned red from how much he scratched but more and more feathers sprouted from his arms. And eventually he could scratch no more as his nails grew longer, more pointed. A fact he learned the hard way as he broke skin more than once, forcing him to bandage his wrists.
All mental. All concealed behind an emotional wall not even he knew how to break.
The physical changes were not fought against as much as this relentless surge of aggressive energy was. It was lucky for him that the city, unfamiliar as it was, required assistance in mushing a mob of monsters back. Good people helped others. His sister always said that. He was in the forest fighting against them, cutting them down with either blade or talon because the people needed help.
As much as fighting them back quelled some urge, though, if all was quiet for a while he could get restless again and fall to one knee, shaking his head with clenched, razor sharp teeth. Maybe he was the one who needed help.]
d. wildcard
[[ something else, whatever is wanted!! Feel free to come at him while he’s eavesdropping or being made to shop in b. or while he’s fighting or needing some help in c. or hit me up at