Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia
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- Ah, yes, of course... I completely forgot about that. Let's go there, and we can eat afterwards.
I remember seeing artwork of Impy as a father of many children with small Primarchs. I need something similar with Naria and the Carnelian team.
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Meanwhile, Merel was initially looking at Valis, but Aria's head blocked the view, well, I don't want to redo it now.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
- In that case, you need to get a membership card for the club.
— Thank you. I'm afraid that at the moment, I can't afford such significant expenses with a clear conscience. I apologize for wasting your time.
Lamenting that her attempts to make new acquaintances have once again failed, Alaria decides to wander around the city a little more. Unfortunately, there are practically no places left in Margel for socializing. She has already been to the bar, and she didn't want to overdo it with alcohol. Various guilds of philosophers required OD (Order of Divinity). And "The Thinker" only allowed men, apparently believing that the sight of a trained woman would immediately divert their attention elsewhere. So, what was left for her to do? Annoy tired shopkeepers with her conversations in the evening? That would be a bit rude. Even having a proper conversation with her former boss, given her unsociable nature, would be difficult. Perhaps she should try visiting Kragg, whom Klin praised so much, to find out some things that interest her. Or try her luck with Kreia, although that's not exactly the type of socialization she needs right now.
Since the walk around the city doesn't lead to anything, the girl decides to postpone the two potential options for a while and returns to Carneol, in case Beate or Erefir needs help with some new, unexpected issues.
Klin & Sanexa arrive at SRI.
Having expressed all these very important thoughts, she discreetly looks around to see how her students are behaving in the street - who is talking to whom and what their mood is, whether they are marching in neat columns or, on the contrary, are chaotically milling around, playfully slapping each other and casting gloomy glances at passersby?
Klin quickly scans the notice board, but starts with the main question:
—Good day. If possible, we would like to know about the ceremony scheduled for Monday. Where exactly will this important event be held? What time can ordinary citizens gather? Are there any other things related to, I don't know... security? Appearance? That we need to know in advance?
Added 27 minutes later
- I want to say that they are looking at the area between your skirt and stockings, and with women, it probably wouldn't happen. Although they would find other points of attraction. Okay, it seems to be going well. The picture will probably seem suspicious to Risserland, but there is probably no way to avoid it. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, - dismissing the thought, he simply continues walking.
The group approaches the train they need, where Bajena and Linetta are already waiting for them.
- Holy crap, it's like a sausage festival here, - said the rabbit, dressed in a short leather skirt, a matching short leather jacket, and knee-high boots, - did you see? - she asks the priestess. - Leather jacket, just like you wanted!
- Oh, not bad, - Heinos commented so that Sonata wouldn't hear, - I would join in.
- What a sausage festival here, - said the bunny dressed in a short leather skirt, a matching short leather jacket, and knee-high boots, - did you see? - she asks the priestess. - Leather, just as you wanted!
Finding Garret:
-- Gar, buddy, take a look out the window. How do you like what Beata is doing? I have a suggestion to join her as combat dancers; it should be something we can handle. I'll suggest the same to Kilike. Even if Beata doesn't like the performance, at least we'll warm up and have a good workout, so let's do it... It'll be fun!) I'll give you some time to think and change into sportswear, and in the meantime, I'll do the same on my own.
Fortunately, Garret didn't have any cumbersome and inappropriate armor with attachments, so there was no need to change, and he went to the location as he was, in a standard shirt and pants, which gave a valuable bonus to evasion. And somehow, paradoxically, when he arrived, the redhead was already there, vigorously beating an invisible opponent – a typical training session on a boring Tuesday, except without the staff this time. After observing her exciting fight with the air for a while, the asterisk quietly approached and intercepted her hand during the next swing.
— Are you waiting for someone?