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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 6:10 pm
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For some reason, the skeleton boil found himself idling by the horseman sanctuary. Or at least, what was left of it. Once upon a time, the horsemen had resided in what many called the Lost Clans Reserve, an area designated for the then-homeless horsemen that remained from whatever fieldtrip the town had orchestrated, but now it was quite empty. Could it even still be called a reserve at this point? From what TK had heard, most, if not all, of the horsemen now lived in some tower of their own making. With that in mind, there was little reason for the clans to visit Amity and the rest of Halloween. They could probably continue to reap FEAR and indiscriminately kill humans at their own discretion without Halloween creatures butting in. Wasn’t that beneficial?
And yet, sometimes they still visited the town. He could see them poking their heads into a handful of classes. During festivals and tournaments he could pick out a few from the crowd, and he wondered if it was for leisure or for something else entirely. The thought made him curious enough to try and approach the old reserve.
Would he manage to find a horseman he could observe? Maybe even converse with?
Would they even be willing to stop and have idle chatter? He didn’t know, but TK supposed he would linger for a while longer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:53 pm
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A few horsemen did indeed walk out of the tower, but only a small percentage of them actually bothered to look in his direction. For the rest, it was like TK was thin air despite his towering stature. It was an unusual attitude that he still needed to adapt to, but he took it in stride anyways.
He felt a sudden chill run down his spine when he felt a pair of eyes lock onto him. Calmly, slowly, the boil turned toward the direction the voice had come from. As TK expected, the horseman looking at him didn’t look friendly in the slightest, but at least she didn’t look ready to kill him on sight. Probably.
“Oh, I happened to be in the area and decided to look around for a bit,” he began with a polite smile, “I hope I am not causing you much trouble with it.” He wanted to elaborate further, perhaps broach the topic of learning about the clans more, but he also didn’t want to take up the stranger’s time if she had some tasks or chores to finish.
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Syusaki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:23 pm
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Syusaki rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:24 pm
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Factually, TK knew that horsemen were generally not welcoming. He knew this, but it was another thing altogether to experience it personally. Her gaze was intimidating, but he tried not to let it best him. The boil kept his posture straight and normal, his smile polite and pleasant. What he did not expect, however, was the horseman’s suddenly demand for him to prove his intentions.
To put it bluntly, she wanted a fight.
The proposition rattled his bones at first. He wasn’t a fighter to begin with, but if need be he could manage somehow. Gold eyes narrowed and eyed her attire; it looked like she hailed from war, was it? That wasn’t too surprising, he guessed.
A pause with his lips pressed together. “Very well.” TK rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, taking his sweet time until he kicked up a stray branch and tossed it at her like a spear.
HP: 50
Damage: 3
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Syusaki rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-20)
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Syusaki rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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