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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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"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."

"Alright then." She'll pick up a couple of them, not sure they'll save his gloves, but they won't be useless, at least. She'll add nature and frost to the list too.

"Is there anything specific you think you'd need? Or would these and healing ones be enough? Since I assume I'll be trading for them, of course."

Even as she's speaking, he's moving over to look at more.

"I don't know what this is." He holds up a bottle that looks as if the label has been scratched off. The liquid is a greenish-brown, and looks rather unappetizing. He pops off the cork, smelling it. "It smells like someone mixed fish with dirt. Ugh."

"I have no idea," she says, leaning in for a sniff and wrinkling her sensitive nose. "But we're not buying it. I can find fish and dirt and mix them all on my own, thank you."

She's not really a skilled alchemist, but she's not awful at it. Heavenly remedies and the like require a basic knowledge at least.

"But maybe this." She holds up a blood red potion. "This one feels a lot like the healing magic I know."

He corks the bottle he's got, and slips it into his cloak he'd picked up when she goes to reach for the blood red potion. There's no argument- they won't pay for it. He's just going to take it, he doesn't figure anyone will miss it given the label has been scratched off.

"I'd say grab as much healing ones as you can get," as he scans over a few bottles labeled 'mana', "because we don't know how powerful some of those demons really are. I don't want to base everything off of what we've been told."

Maybe not, she won't stop him, but she's planning on getting a few things and she'd like to keep using the shop. It's better than relying on dragons for things, if they can be provided for otherwise. She picks up a bottle of blue liquid and nods, adding it to her basket.

"I'm not bothering with too many. I've got curative magic that I didn't have before. But these energy potions will help both of us."

Even if he won't admit it, he uses a mana bar.

"And I think, given a little time I could probably figure out how to make some of these. I'm not really an amateur when it comes to potions."

He scowls, but grabs some of the blue bottles for himself too. He knows he'll need them, but he's not keen on sharing some of the abilities he's learned he's got, even with her. "It makes no difference to me what you do. Just don't cause an explosion while you're at it."

"An explosion. With water and healing magic." She shakes her head, giving him a dry look as she turns to the shopkeep and begins to offer up a few things in trade. When she finishes, she turns back to him and nods to the door.

"Alright. I think maybe now would be a good time to plan our next move, yes?"

He doesn't answer right away as he walks out of the shop with all his newly acquired potions, scanning the little town for anything else of interest.

"I think we need to find out exactly what our enemy is and how we can finish them off. I won't stay in this world any longer than I have to, and if they way to get back home or to Luceti is to destroy this Legion, then that's what I'm going to do. Then we prepare."

"Yes, but I meant more immediately. The obvious thing is to work towards ending this threat. But how? Do you want to stay here, in Silverglade? Or return to the sanctums? Are you feeling up to traveling beyond the forest, or do you think we should keep retraining ourselves before going?"

She pauses, walking towards the exit since she has all the supplies she needs already stashed. Her pouch looks pretty full, too.

"I've found a place to camp, and I've set up some fish and snare traps. I don't intend to return to the Bronze Sanctum for any extended period."

And surely he can understand why. She likes living.

"Well, given we're on foot, exploring the planet like I would have like to have done is out of the question," he says as he follows her. He has no intention of returning to the sanctum either unless he had to.

"And without any clue as to how we're supposed to approach our enemy, I don't see a reason to go out and travel for days on end when there's training to be done. I haven't seen a car around this dump, have you?"

"No, and I suppose finding horses would be a pain, given the proclivity of the natives to ride those strange cats."

And out in the woods they go, off towards a stream.

"The little copse I've found should work for two. Though you may have to help me with hunting. Given your appetite."

"Bah." Hunt, great. Goodbye good, home cooked meals. He turns his head to the side, annoyed that he's got to put forth an effort for food. It was so easy before, but now it was just going to be a pain in his ass and he knew it.

"If we're to live around here, I will not live in the woods for any extended period of time."

"We'll have to for the moment," she says with a sad shake of her head. "I don't have enough to trade for a house, and I don't think I'd want to live with these elves."

For the first time, she honestly finds herself missing Luceti. The little castle she had, Helios' cooking, and the ease of finding proper rice, sushi, and other foods she was used to.

"Fishing is easy enough, and I've got rods set up. When I was a child, my father taught me a lot about hunting and fishing in case I needed it. There will be plenty."

Continuing to follow her to the stream, he continues to keep on with his grouchy demeanor. It was nothing he couldn't handle, but he'd grown so used to his Earth life- none of this sounded like it was going to make life here any more enjoyable than he thought it would be. Not that he found it enjoyable at all.

"Then we'll stay in this copse of yours, for now. Lead the way."

No, none of this was going to be fun. But that wasn't what roughing it was about. They may not want to, but Saori's willing to suck it up and just deal with it. In some ways it's a throwback to life in America, and her time as a wandering fortune teller before the last human war. Plus there was always the bonus that it wasn't the desert.

"If you can help me, we can make it into something more than just a copse. It's not hard to erect a shelter, but it's a two-person job." She sniffs, stepping around a fallen log. "It's somewhat strange to think of the Malnosso as being the better hosts, when it comes to providing accommodations."

"We were living in paradise in comparison to this circus," he exclaims, stepping around the same log and brushing away branches from his face. "I can't believe this, next you know we'll be whisked away to live like savages with no civilization whatsoever."

He follows her into the little grove, inspecting the area. "I'd say we're almost better off living in the trees themselves, who knows what kind of creatures live in this universe."

"in some ways, that might be preferable. At least then there wouldn't be a bunch of lizards ordering us around or telling us to live in deserts," she sniffs disdainfully.

"And as to that, I'd already planned to." She points up at some of the upper branches of the old trees where she's secured a net between the wide branches with knots, nails, and a few other things. "I got a wide fishing net from my first deer and traded for the rest to make a wide hammock."

"Aren't you the clever one." He looks up, arms folded at her handiwork, acting rather unimpressed.

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