The Warped (2nd Party)

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Filadius frowned and sighed, "Well, you better get going children. I don't mean to sound repetitive, but the future of the world is on all your shoulders, that includes the other party." With that, his image faded back into Moon's belly, and she got back up, picking up Max again and started heading north. She didn't bother to look behind her to see if the others will follow.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

When Filadius's image disappeared, Mortis began to walk again, attempting to stay close to Moon. She was beginning to feel as if the dragon was detached from them unlike before. It didn't help her feel any better, if anything, it only contributed to her headache. She said nothing, however and walked on, her head feeling as if it had a pulse of its own.

[Srgntcuddles]

Constance didn't say anything when Filadius spoke and disappeared. "Couldn't magically fix my foot? Okay..." she thought, somewhat angry. She knew he couldn't do anything. She followed after Moon when she started off, noting her somewhat evasive attitude. She seemed like she was wanting to avoid them and in more of a hurry.

[Ares the Ram]

Macid looked at Max when he asked him to carry Ramsey for him, watching him laugh and pass out. He sighed as Filadius said his goodbye and followed after Moon and the others. He looked at Ramsey as he walked, the thought of ending his life crept up in his mind as he admired the blade. No more Filadius, no more everyone dying wherever we go, no more worrying or nothing. No care at all. He looked up and at Mortis and Constance and frowned, dropping the knife down to his hip. No more friends either. I guess despite all that has happened I'm still glad I have friends out of it.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Moon brought the group to the designated location, which was thick in forest, one that wasn't visible beyond the treeline. At the base of the largest tree, they entered, and out popped a man with an enormous halberd in tow. "State your business, you-" He stopped short when he noticed a couple of members of the group were dressed not from this time. Before he could say more, Filadius came to being, "They are who you think they are, Volgus. However, one is in dire need of medical attention. The others need a lot of rest and food. They have been through quite the ordeal." The human nodded, "Yes, sir. Understood." Filadius then disappeared, and Moon walked over, dropping off Max into Volgus' arms, who motioned the others with his head and led them next to one of the large roots. Moon walked away, leaving the group with him as he kicked open a passage that was just big enough for two people to enter at a time. The stairs led them down a passage that went for a long distance before it opened up to a very accommodating-looking room. It looked like an almost modern day hotel, minus technology, and there were two rows of 20 beds and several long, dining tables in the center. The place was lit very brightly with torches. There were only 2 patrons already in there, one in torn armour, and the other in torn, peasant's clothing. "Welcome to Rakuen*."


*Japanese for Paradise

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Mortis followed silently until they got to the human that was called Volgus. She remained silent as Filadius did most of the talking, and barely really interacted past looking back to see Moon heading off in another direction and thanking Volgus for taking them in. Her head hurt too badly to even take in the scene. She merely stood behind the others waiting to be told what to do, if anything. She wanted to lie down in a bed, but she didn't want to disturb any order that may have already been set up. She closed her eyes from the pain.

[Srgntcuddles]

Constance trudged along with the group until they got to where they were supposed to go. She was too tired to be intimidated by the man's weapon. "Rakuen?" she thought. She was already day dreaming about what she would do, first being lay down. She then wanted to clean that hunk of rock she had. She didn't even think about food, her curiosity was taking over and she wanted to know about the stone.

[Ares the Ram]

Macid said nothing as they approached the man with the halberd. He let Filadius explain who they were to him and followed him down the stairs into the large room. He looked around the room, eying the two others there and the dining tables. His stomach growled loudly as he thought about food, not having eaten since the last town. The thought of a nice bed made him realize just how sleepy he was too, as his eyes began to grow heavy and the soreness of his muscles began to become noticeable. He walked over to one of the beds, removing his bag and setting it down next to him and Ramsey on another bed as he fell face first into his bed.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Volgus walked over to where Macid was, on the last bed, and laid Max on the bed next to his. Immediately, many women in white nun clothing came in and half placed boxes down while others moved him around and positioned him on the bed as they began to examine his wound. "Rakuen mean 'paradise'. This place is a sanctuary for those still loyal to our world, and to Lord Filadius. It is one of over 20 around the world, each run by us, his personal guard back in the day. Feel free to do as you wish. If you are ever hungry, Damien *points to a small fox standing in the middle of the tables* will be happy to run orders and your food. No one is aware of this place's existence, nor can any type of magic penetrate the walls of this cavern."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

As if on que, Mortis crept over to a bed that was one bed over from anyone occupying one and plopped down. She didn't even bother taking off her bag or anything for that matter. She sighed out and curled up, attempting to sleep again. She supposed her headache might have also been from her not sleeping the whole night through the night before when she was exhausted as well as the recent stresses that had been placed on the group.

[Srgntcuddles]

Constance heard the mention of food as she made it to the beds, which snapped her out of her daydreaming. She set her things down next to a bed and went over to Damien. "Meat. Chicken, ham, beef, whatever you got. Please." she said, smiling at the end. "And something to drink, please." she added in. When she got all her food on a platter she carried it back to her bed, despite going slow from her ankle. She plopped down on her bed with her food in front of her, practically drooling. There was a lot of it, so much it seemed too much for her to eat. Constance licked her lips before digging in. After a minute or two she stopped, half of it gone. That's when she got out the rock and Lych to start carving away at it. Still though, she ate, slowly but surely.

[Ares the Ram]

Macid wanted to eat, his stomach growling in testament, but he was too tired to move. He tried to lift himself from the bed to talk to Damien, but they buckled under his weight and he simply was too tired to move. He let himself slowly drift off to sleep, praying that they don't get interrupted again. I'm not getting up this time. Let them come and what they will. I'm just too tired to run anymore. He began to snore as he started to dream of simpler times.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

The staff in the room took care of all their injuries for the next three days, major and minor. Volgus came in from time to time, but never lingered, just to get some food and water, and went back to his post. The peasant patron had left their second day there, never really paying attention to the group. The medical staff continued to nurse the group constantly, always monitoring the injured, mainly Constance's ankle, Max's tail, and even a friar continually checked up on Mortis to address her psychological needs, though to no avail. Damien ended up liking Macid a little more than the rest of them, talking with him once the party was the only patrons remaining, wanting to know about the world that the Heroes had come from.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Mortis enjoyed her days of rest for the most part, using them mainly to sleep. She had a habit of staying detached from the group not really conversing with them. She was more or less using the time to get a grip on herself mentally, as if someone had hit a reset button on her, though most of her perspectives on the situation stayed cemented, including her uncomfortably primal mentality of the idea of just surviving. She didn't enjoy company when she was bothered, being so used to handling things on her own, she didn't want help.

[Srgntcuddles]

Constance ate and slept heartily as the days went on. Though most of the time she chipped away at the rock, trying to work on cleaning it. She didn't get terribly far with it despite her efforts. On the final day she asked someone. "Do you guys have any cleaning things to get off decades of dirt?" In her mind she was thinking of some oxyclean, or super powerful cleaning agents, but she knew she wasn't in that time zone anymore.