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[Open] I was totin' my pack

Who: Saori Kimura and Open to Anyone
What: Curious about the outside world (and sick of the desert), Saori grabs some things and decides to head out.
Where: Silverglen Retreat, maybe elsewhere?
When: Early April
Warnings: Possible swearing? Maybe violence? Possible dead bears, as well.

A) Amber Sanctum: For Bronze Dragonsworn

[Saori, tired of sitting in caves or working out under the lone raincloud, gathers up a few things from the open armory and heads towards one of the portals out of the Sanctum. With a bow for a walking stick, a sturdy hooded outfit of light leather, and sword at her waist, she might resemble a wandering monk instead of a proper priest. However, she'd grabbed a change in case it was necessary, hoping that the dragons wouldn't mind her taking an extra. Any Bronzesworn who approach are greeted with a smile, and she'll be happy to have company as she goes out to explore so feel free to catch her. Warnings of danger she's ignoring for the moment, as there's the lure of wetter climates, chances to gain more mastery over her new powers, old friends she must find, and a whole new world to see...]

B) Silverglen Retreat settlement and the surrounding forest: Open to All

[Once she's found her way into the settlement, Saori makes her way around the entire village, mentally mapping it out. Market stalls, shops, a smithy, and the local inns are all memorized and checked out. She'll poke her head into a few of them, especially if she sees anyone that looks Dragonsworn, but otherwise keeps on her little circuit. After a while, she'll probably attempt to barter for supplies with some of the baubles that were on her when she arrived before going out into the forest. She'll be happy to stop and talk to anyone who seems even slightly friendly. Or who just looks out of place, too.

Out in the forest, the adventurous goddess puts the skills she'd learned as a child to good use, tracking game and bringing it down with her bow or some of the other tools at her disposal. She also begins to practice some of the magic she's been granted in earnest, hunting with lightning, light or shadow for food and barter materials. If she spots a familiar plant, she might even grab that up too. You can find her standing over the smoldering corpse of a dead bear, trying to kill a giant spider, roasting meat by a small cookfire, or maybe even setting up a camp in a secluded area as the shadows grow long. Approach as desired, she may even share her nomnoms with you, if you ask nicely! After all, we're all in this together!]

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No. The one I spoke with called herself the Life-Binder, and she answered everything I asked of her. I was surprised at how hospitable these red dragons were. However, what she did tell me was I was chosen specifically for reasons that would aid in this fight they have with the Legion. So they knew exactly what they were doing when we were pulled here.

Saori looks to the south, back where she'd come from, with a scowl. "It was anything but hospitable with the bronze dragons. The only food offered was raw, which presents a problem for the others, the only shelter was caves, and getting any information was like pulling teeth. I felt like my questions were grudgingly answered by the...Aspect. I believe he's the 'Aspect' of Time."

Crossing her arms, her eyes flash angrily.

"And they did not seem to have any control over who they brought. The Aspect's minion, one that takes the form of a cow creature, said that our powers were taken away in error, and that they had little control over anything. Like blindly casting a net and hoping for results. Either yours is lying to you, or mine is simply incompetent."

"Then perhaps you were stuck with the wrong division of dragons." He continues to walk down the street, taking note of how inferior this world was as well to his own home, and really, Luceti in some aspects.

"I was informed that when we crossed through the timeway here, the effects may of removed our original powers. So in that, your dragons were correct in having no control. I'd say yours was incompetent, given your treatment."

"Perhaps so," she grumbles as she walks. "And isn't that just my luck, stuck with incompetent dragons who can't even seem to gather allies well. They managed to bring in only four or five. Myself, a knight who goes by the name Berserker, an odd man calling himself the Doctor, and one of Steve Rogers and Clint Barton's allies. A scientist named Bruce Banner."

It's a pitiful sounding little group, but Saori honestly can't help but sound respectful of them.

"Each one of them seems quite remarkable and competent. It's a pity our...hosts...are not."

"Hmf. There are too many to count that were brought to the sanctum I was taken to. None of which I'd like to see again anytime soon." Steve Rogers. He's seen that man before, even though he'd never spoken with him. And he only knows who Clint is from stories Saori had told him.

"In fact I'd say half of those idiots were downright insane. I'd gladly trade places with you if these Bronze dragons were not so moronic."

"It sounds like if they'd join together, they'd be more efficient, doesn't it? Decent hosts but foolish allies, or brainless hosts and worthy allies." She can't help but snort at that.

"And no, you wouldn't. Who honestly wants to live in a desert?"

"Who said I'd be living there? I'd just have less idiots to deal with when I had to return to that place. I don't need anywhere to live. I can handle moving from one place to another just fine."

He stops in front of a shop, looking up. "What's this? Potions? What kind of shop is that?"

"Fair point," she replies. "I certainly have little intention of living there any longer. Visiting to collect supplies perhaps, but not living."

Scanning the shop's windows, she shrugs. "Probably alchemical potions. Harry used to brew them in Luceti. Supposedly they can help you fight better, or heal you."

"I don't believe it." Healing, maybe. Senzu beans did that. Fight better? Naw.

"They probably taste awful too. Who'd want to drink that anyway." He's still eyeing the shop though. He knows the value of having something that can heal you on your person, as long as the enemy doesn't figure out what you've got.

"You should. Imagine if you could suddenly turn invisible? Or become resistant to magic. That's what a potion does. At least, some of the ones Harry made did."

She gestures towards the door, meaning to go inside.

"Care to see what they have? I still have some useless baubles I can trade."

He stares at the door for a minute, before making his way to go inside.

"Alright. I'd like to see if any of these potions do just that. But we're testing them out on you." No way is he going to just drink something and hope for the best.

She sighs and enters, rolling her eyes in amused exasperation. She wouldn't mind that, really, but he was such a baby about magic at times.

"Fine. But how are we to test magic resistance? Are you going to put a spell on me?"

Inside, she starts looking at some of the labels on bottles, ignoring the shopkeeper as she pokes around, trying to see what he's got on offer.

"Me? I don't use magic. Never have, never will." Little does he know. Looking around himself, he picks up a bottle with blue liquid. "Hey, looks like they've got invisibility potions here too. Guess your friend wasn't the only one who could make them."

He turns, twirling the liquid inside, showing it to her.

"That," she replies, plucking the bottle from his grasp and peering at it, "Isn't true at all. You used some magic when we arrived. And I'm sure your new power is magical in origin. Did you ask one of the dragons about it? Or train with it at all?"

Because she sure had.

"That wasn't magic. I don't know what that was." Like hell will he ever let himself admit that was magic. "I can figure it out on my own, I don't need their help."

He glares at her taking the bottle away from him. He hopes she drinks it and has half her body become invisible, so then she can be embarrassed.

"It was. I felt that much," she tells him as she swirls the bottle like a bottle of liquor, eyeing the consistency before handing it back. "Have you trained much since we arrived? Because I know my powers are different enough that I've had to work to gain any sort of mastery. And what I have isn't perfect."

He takes the bottle back. He's planning on slipping it into her food or drink one day.

"Of course I trained. I did it on my own, that's all." And he would never ask for help from complete strangers either. He points his finger at her from his free hand. "And it's not magic, unlike what yours probably is."

He'll regret that. It'll start a prank war.

"I don't know. Whatever mine is..." she holds up a hand that's now shrouded in shadow, "it's light and dark. Supposedly I'm some sort of priest, now."

"A priest? So you've become the very thing that is supposed to be leading prayer to your own self then? How ironic." Not that he finds anything bad out of it, but it is amusing in that small way.

"I couldn't tell you much about mine, other than it's nothing in comparison to my normal power. I overheard some of those idiots training, they were doing something similar to what I could do. Called it 'The Light'. I don't know what that is, but I hope that isn't what I've got." What could honestly be worse than being filled with holy light. Nothing, nothing is worse!

"Yes," she says, lips pursed, "It is ironic, isn't it? Becoming a priest of myself is rather curious. Not bad, just...unexpected and a little odd."

Waving her hand, the shadow around her hand changes to purest light. She wills some of the energy over to Vegeta, offering up some of the energy to show him it's not so bad, and he'll most certainly feel stronger. A blessing like before, only more tangible, making him more tireless, more difficult to hurt, and fitter. Power Word: Fortitude is kind of neat, all things considered.

"And while these powers may be weaker, I don't think they're without benefit. I couldn't do that before, you know." She looks him up and down. " And speaking of that, how does it feel, my friend? I haven't tried it on anyone but myself."

He was already looking down at his hands and the rest of his body as she spoke, a little confused, but feeling a bit stronger than he did before. That was something else.

"Holy cosmos, what did you do? That feels superb, but-! Did you just use unknown magic on me?!"

"No, of course not, I've used it on myself while I've been training. Of course it's not unknown. But you're the first person I've tried it on that wasn't myself."

And the was she figures it, that's fair. She's been the guinea pig already, don't start being a baby now.

"It's like one of my blessings, only...I think it has more tangible benefits. I'm glad you like it."

He looks back at her shocked, because he didn't meant to compliment. He hates it when he does that, why did he let that out? Ugh...

"It's...not that great." He goes right back to looking over potions, keeping the invisibility one in his hand. His back is now turned to her, as if he was trying to ignore the entire conversation at hand.

She gives him a pat on the shoulder and a silent shake of her head before going to poke through the potions as well. Most of them seem useless, like junk, but a few of them have interesting labels.

"Do you think a potion of flame resistance would be useful?"

"Yes." It's not even a question for him, there's no pause before he answers. "I had one of those little ingrates incinerate one of my gloves, and I'm still pretty angry about it." Those were his favorite gloves.

"Anything to deny them that pleasure is fine by me. Get a few of them."

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you surposed me and you didn't even warn me

/Hanye Shrug

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