With his reflexes enhanced by Valeria's magic Friday evades the gusts and lunges at the heart of the storm again and again.
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Friday clucks his tongue and tries to compensate for the new speed before stabbing again.
"Fine," Friday simply calls out to the paladin before stabbing back at the elementals.
”I usually try not to stab the air,” Friday muses as he steps up to the howling winds, unsure if he’d even be able to do anything.
He was beaten last time too, Friday thinks to himself and just himself. He keeps a glare focused on Qochi until the man disappears from his view.
"A ruler has to be ready for decisions like these, no matter how hard they may be, for the good of her people. And her own conscience. It is up to you," Friday calmly says to Ameiko. "Personally I'd kill the craven retch, but I'm not the one who decides this time," he tells Zaiobe.
Having stayed silent as the more outgoing people conversed with the monks Friday calmly moves over to Ameiko’s side as Kasha makes her a very big target with the heir’s permission.
Can’t really think of anything to add.
"Why would they come this way though, trying to beat us to a certain destination? Or do they have another base somewhere in the tundra?" Friday thinks aloud.
"We're not friends."
"A storm? Or five?" Friday simply asks.
Friday nods. "Hopefully my style will be one that they like." "What would you like me to paint?" he says to the air.
"I can paint," Friday simply offers.
"The main road would be safer in obvious ways, but not so much if we still have assassins pursuing us." Friday thinks aloud.
Friday nods. "Understood."
"Are there any friendly locals?" Friday asks, wearing just a bit heavier clothing than he wore in the south.
Friday nods. "I come from Ustalav. There's monsters there. There's monsters everywhere. But I do no assume they are all the same."
"What are these 'Yeti"?" Friday asks Ulf.
Sorry, could have sworn I posted recently, will try to get a post up later.
"I wasn't?" Friday responds as he enjoys the Harpy's embrace.
If you don’t mind the cold, Friday tells Zaiobe with a smile.
Friday tilts his head as well. "Makes sense, it's pretty whatever it is, and hopefully not dangerous."
Friday takes a moment to watch Zaiobe’s wings as she watches the Aurora before he steps up to join her. ”What do you think causes it?”
Friday smiles. "I'd like that."
"It's very beautiful, is it magic?" Friday asks as he looks up into the sky.
Friday puts his hand on the back of the frustrated harpy's neck, gently rubbing as he does so. "If it makes someone think or act it is good, but if it just makes people sad for the sake of being sad then it's not a good story."
"I was too, it felt like a rather stupid story honestly. Cassarius had no interesting or redeeming qualities to him, and only tried to fix things when he couldn't bear the consequences anymore. I felt bad for both Yanna and Alishandra. It feels like whoever wrote this wrote just for the sake of writing rather than actually thinking about the characters or story." Friday tells Zaiobe.
Friday tilts his head one way or the next as he watches, otherwise keeping silent in voice and mind so as not to disturb Zaiobe as he watched the actors. "What did you think?" he asks as the curtain falls one last time. "Was this all made up or did Alishandra actually live? Or was she in a book as well?"
"Thank you," Friday tells the receptionist. "Me too, I've never seen one. It sounds sad though..." Friday tells Zaiobe, cautious yet curious about the upcoming performance.
Friday nods. ”Two for The Harpy’s Curse, please.” he tells the receptionists.
”Thank you,” he says as he takes the leaflet. ”What would you like to see?”
”What are the ones coming up?” Friday asks as he looks around for a schedule.
Friday will approach the desk.
"Thank you," Friday tells the priestss.
"Do you know of any theatre or playhouses here?" he simply asks.
With a nod Friday will promptly turn around and head back towards the priestess.
”This would be the place for it, with the temple of Shelyn nearby. If there are any.” Friday thinks to Zaiobe.
”Anywhere else you’d like to go while we’re still here?”
Friday smiles back at Xaiobe then turns to the priestess. ”Thank you for your time.”
Friday nods. "Anything else you were curious about?" he asks Zaiobe.
Friday tilts his head. "And what became of those magic-users?"
That is very apparent, Friday thinks to himself before simply saying "And if their vitality is fine?"
"It had been awhile, but the transformation is still taking place. Just slowly." he nonchantly says.
"No," he simply responds. "We were looking for information on people who have been bitten and are turning."
Before they step out Friday tentatively stretches his hand past the threshold into the light, holding it out for a few seconds before withdrawing it. Thankfully he wasn't bursting into flames. Yet. "Not quite," Friday says as the priestess calls out to them. "Apologies for bothering you sister, but would you know anything about vampires? Or know someone you could direct us to?"
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