Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

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When no one came to buy tickets and disturbed your peace.

- Well, that's great, - Elle nods. - No matter what you say, even with a more relaxed lifestyle, it's always good to take a break, - she takes the juiciest and most delicious piece of inarka and puts it on the mermaid's plate. - Come on, don't be upset, we are pleasantly surprised by your charm. Imagine, all this time, Emil-san was hiding such a treasure. Although that was also right, because he is obliged to protect you.

- What an interesting company. - After swallowing another piece of hayamaki, Bruno voices his observation. - A servant of Arselia, a mermaid, a bard, a postwoman, a pilot, a shop owner, a hotel receptionist, seven children, and... two foreigners. It's as if you've gathered everyone you've met during this visit to Mitten.

Perhaps this question was addressed to Lord or Trude, or maybe to no one at all - certainly not to the "virus" herself, whom the grumpy cleric considered it beneath his dignity to look at or address in any way, and perhaps the easiest thing to do would be to pretend that this comment was not heard... But Nihonka decided not to stoop to his level and still answered, even if she didn't expect a response: - That's right, holy father, you are a good observer. It so happened that all the people we met turned out to be exceptionally kind, sweet, and hospitable, and to see them in good company with each other on this mild June day is one of those tender memories that you want to keep in your heart forever. The very one that will first come to mind when thinking about these idyllic landscapes, and perhaps the last in the moment... it doesn't matter. Such events, even if fleeting, are only possible in a cozy, warm community of like-minded people, which means they are quite rare in their very nature. I hope that this memory will remain in the hearts of other participants in the same way. Although, most likely, there will be many more such days in their lives.

Although, most likely, there will be many more such days in their lives.

How Lok tries to create a sense of tragedy in each of his posts before the inevitable. 😔

That's a classic Farrelly Brothers joke...

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"Wow, nothing has changed since my last visit! Oh, wait, I've never been here before, what was I talking about? Never mind, I should focus on the job first, and then think about potential purchases."
— Good day, you posted an ad in the workers' guild recently. Is it still valid?

- Good day. - Cat-girl showed Alaria the middle finger. - Unlike the... of your boyfriend or husband, yes, it's still valid.

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Biba and Boba exchanged a furtive glance.
— Logical, - Beata nodded.

After reviewing the prices, the couple said goodbye and spent the remaining hour at the hunters' guild.

- Good day, citizens.

- After the recent incident, the guild has not yet resumed operations, so you can save your time.

- Hello. - The catgirl showed Alaria the middle finger. - Unlike the genitals of your boyfriend or husband - yes, it's strong.

"Do I really look that...?" - Alaria thought, and then remembered yesterday's costume recommendation, - "...ah, that's why Dionysus recommended the succubus role for me! I didn't quite get it. Well, not that it's completely untrue, but still, it's somehow... and I don't have a boyfriend or husband yet. But I don't think it's worth mentioning, otherwise she might say something ********* to death."
- Eloquent and frank, - in response to the insults, the Tanarian simply smiled politely, - may I learn more about you, for better performance of the requested task?

- After the recent incident, the guild hasn't resumed operations yet, so don't waste your time.

- That's a shame. Thanks for letting me know.
Realizing that the remaining hour wouldn't be enough for anything, Biba and Boba trudge home.

- I'm craving a good meal, - Beata sighed, passing by the bar, - but I have neither the energy nor the time.
- We should still stop by tomorrow. Just to hang out. Arthur is a good guy.
- Uh-huh...
The couple walked in silence to Carnelian and sat down to wait for Erefir. Beata looked utterly dejected.
- Hey, it'll be alright, - Gion put his arm around her shoulders, - we'll figure something out.
- I thought they'd give a longer sentence for attempted murder. That monster.
- Me too. I hoped she'd get the death penalty.
- You know what's the worst?
- What?
- Even if I manage to reach an agreement with her, like "I won't touch you, and you won't touch me," she's still dangerous. She's involved with Christoph. He's a good guy, and his father is a decent man. I... I want to protect them from her. But if I get involved, it could trigger a new wave of trouble and make everything even worse. And I can't and don't want to just sit back and do nothing!
- I understand you. Truly. You know how I sometimes struggle with my own uselessness, - Gion smiled softly. - But you're right, it's not worth poking a hornet's nest, hoping for the best. And I'll remind you again - don't blame yourself for something you didn't do.
- I didn't warn anyone. I know what kind of person she is, and I'm letting her ruin another life.
- If you warned them now, would they believe you? He speaks very highly of her.
- No! That's the point... Gods, I just want to shoot her in the head with a crossbow and erase that disgusting smirk from her face forever. But I'll just end up in jail again.
- In jail...
- In any case, we need to report this to Erefir. We shouldn't take matters into our own hands.
- I agree. If I get ambushed in a dark alley and you get locked up for life, at least she'll know... Ouch! Why?! - Gion rubbed the back of his head, offended.
- Don't joke like that. I don't even want to think about losing you.
- You won't lose me. I'll always be with you. And you'll always be with me. Nothing will separate us.
- I love you... - Beata hugged Gion tightly.
- I love you too, - he hugged her back.
Beata thought for a moment and smiled weakly through her tears.
- Do you think if she enters a beauty contest, Erefir and I would have a chance?
- Pfft. That's a stretch.
- At least the chief's patrols are justified.
- I told you.

Biba and Boba are waiting for FirFir.

- That's just great, - Elle nods. - No matter what anyone says, even with a calmer lifestyle, it's always useful to take a break, - she takes the juiciest and tastiest piece of inarka and places it on the mermaid's plate. - Come on, don't pout, we're pleasantly surprised by your cuteness. Just think, all this time Emil-san was hiding such a treasure. Although that was also right, for he is obliged to protect you.
Perhaps this question was addressed to Lord or Trude, or perhaps to no one at all — certainly not to the "virus girl" herself, whom the grumpy churchman considered it beneath his dignity to even look at or address, and it would probably have been easiest to pretend that this comment had not been heard... But the nihonka decided not to sink to his level and answered anyway, even if she didn't expect a response to her response:
- That is correct, Holy Father, you are quite a keen observer. It so happened that all the people we met turned out to be exceptionally kind, sweet, and hospitable, and seeing them in each other's good company on this soft June day is one of those tender memories that one wants to keep in the heart forever. The very one that will first come to mind when thinking of these idyllic landscapes, and perhaps the last in the moment of... it doesn't matter. Such events, however fleeting, are possible only in a cozy, warm community of like-minded people, and therefore are quite rare by their very nature. I hope that this memory remains in the hearts of the other participants in the same quality. Although, most likely, there will be many more such days in their lives.

- I cannot argue with that; those gathered here are indeed extremely kind, sweet, and hospitable, - Bruno casts a glance at each local picnic participant and tilts his head slightly, - my respects to you. - Having finished this gesture, he returns his attention to Ayano. - These heart-warming landscapes and the generosity of nature only once again make me feel reverence for the beauty of Anuzish. But like-minded people, hmm?.. I wonder, is that truly the case? Would this statement remain true if the participants of this bright event learned the truth?.. - The priest thoughtfully rubbed his chin. - That is the question.
- What do you mean, Your Eminence? - Tristan asks. - Is there something we should know?
- Whether we should or not is a debatable question, but in the absence of this scrap of information, the warm memories of today will be defiled by a veil of, if not lies, then at least a conscious concealment of the truth. One wouldn't want those present here to remember it with disappointment and a heavy heart years from now, would they?
- If you have something to say, then say it, - Trude, who dislikes beating around the bush, addressed the priest in a demanding tone.
- So be it. The truth is that one of the stars of today's event, Ayano Yamagami, is not a human, but a cosmic spawn.

...

...

...

- Your Eminence... - Hiding her displeasure, Ingrid looks away. - Forgive me if I say too much, but that was... Unkind.
- Indeed, - Lina shook her head from side to side in disappointment, - I understand everything, of course, but spawn? Seriously? After everything that happened today, in the middle of such a bright day?
- Not good! - The mermaid tapped the priest sitting next to her on the shoulder with her small fists. - Not good to talk like that! A bright prince should not do such a thing! Ayannacchi is good!
- Oh?.. - Bruno looked around at the gathered group with a slight look of bewilderment. - So what is this, you were all already aware of this?..
- I can't speak for everyone, - Heidi decided to answer the riddle, - but Lord explained the situation to me when he invited me to this picnic this morning.
- And to me. - Ella confirmed. - Ayano didn't seem malicious to me, so you were wrong.
- Ayano... - Lina lowered her head guiltily. - It must be hard for you so far from home... Forgive me if I couldn't welcome you with enough hospitality.
- I want more kayanka!! - Radgrid's brother interrupted the serious conversation. - KA-YAN-KA!
- Quiet, you, - his sister threatens him with a finger, - don't interrupt the adults talking, here is your kayanka, - she shoves a piece of fish into his mouth.
- Your Eminence, I would agree with you if she were wild or something, but... - Tristan shrugs, - it's obvious she's reasonable. And, honestly, after our lumberjack humbled himself trying to convince me to look at the situation without prejudice, I cannot find a single drop of dislike within myself. So forgive me, but I disagree with your comment as well.
- And you call yourself a servant of Anuzish? - Trude barely restrained herself from cracking the man of faith over the back of the head. - With such unfriendliness, you only defile her name.
- I see... - Regaining his composure, the priest once again scans the gathered crowd. - Well... It seems that in this particular case, I may have been a tiny bit wrong. - Shifting his gaze to Lord, he continues. - You were right. Among those gathered, I do not see a single person who could speak ill of her. - Finishing his thought, he stops his gaze on the priestess. - I ask for your forgiveness, Ayano, gentlemen. I hope that this small incident has not spoiled your appetite.

- Remember how to play this version? You need to collect the best combination from six cards. You can swap one card, two, or all three, but only in your hand... Oh, yes, there's a task. I have some free money, so I decided to see what greedy adventurers will come to try and earn. I don't have a specific task.

—I don't really remember that one, but that's okay. —Kline discards two useless cards.

—You came up with a great idea with the task! But... I heard that adventurers have become rich these days, they eat elite food, look at paintings, and buy figurines. They won't even bother with five thousand, and they won't even look at a task for less. Well, maybe I'm just looking at things pessimistically, don't take my words too seriously...

Some clever person might say they anticipated this would happen, and even a not-so-clever person could have guessed it, but still, she wanted to hope that this event would pass without a hitch. Don't cough up cosmic microbes, don't offer prayers to alien pagan deities, or at least don't do it out loud, and don't constantly talk about Nihon and its Rhemic oppressors – it's simple. And yet, the restless abbot decided to bring up the topic. Could he be blamed for it? How would she herself act if their roles were reversed?
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," her reason replies, displaying a hologram of Aria standing behind Naria with a knife, as if it were perfectly normal. But she can't hold onto that thought – the situations are clearly not identical.

In a fraction of a second – but not because of the excitement of a pounding heart, but simply from the realization of the pointlessness of each of them – possible scenarios of what could be done in this situation flashed through her mind: make a joke, nod as if nothing had happened with a serious expression on her face, "see, I told you so," burst into tears like a fool, run away in distress and wait for someone to comfort her, promise to leave that very hour and dramatically walk away to the river, leaving her wind-blown figure as a final memory... None of them would address the problem that the others had decided to ignore.

Therefore, she did the only thing that seemed meaningful to her at that moment – she stepped back a couple of steps, leaned both hands on the grassy bank, and lowered her head to the ground:
- I'm sorry. I should have remembered my place,” the answer was not intended for the priest, but for the others present. She did not add any drama or pity to her voice, so as not to darken the situation by putting pressure on other people's emotions.

Catching herself thinking that she actually cares about, essentially, a stranger and a casual acquaintance, and that she is ready to fight for him if it comes to that, Beata feels changes in her character. She loses and gains .

- Hello. - The catgirl showed Alaria the middle finger. - Unlike the thing of your boyfriend or husband - yes, it's strong.

Mine won't fit in your mouth, cat monster.

And I don't have a boyfriend or husband yet.

Alaria, I'm ready to come to the rescue 😎

Alaria has Erephir.

Alaria has Erephir.

We will also help with Erephir.

I caught myself thinking that while normal players ship characters with the GM's characters or with each other, I ship myself with myself. I think a lot.

Alaria hasn't been romantically involved with anyone yet, as far as I know.
Aiyano, on the other hand, has already had two suitors. She sent the first one to his grave, and turned the second one into a simp. And no Kirishim magic is needed for that. 😎