A Dark Trip Home [Job/Lilithia]

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It had gotten quite late, the sky darkening more and more and by the time Kota was on the main road, it was practically black. He had finished a job fairly late and thought taking a small route back home would save time. Of course, having no knowledge of this path, he had ended up switching back to the main road after getting lost. Needlessl to say, the boy had ended up both wasting time and getting lost.

As if matters were not bad enough, he had stopped to see three men surrounding an older one in front of a tavern. Through the darkness of it, he noticed them quite frankly abusing him.

"P-please, I don't have any more." The man cried out as they kicked him again. Kota froze, his eyes wandering to the path they were blocking. He watched them argue for a minute before he decided to risk it and attempt to sneak past them.

Taking quiet and small steps, he made his way around the group as he tried to blend in the dark. He contemplated causing some sort of distraction first or at least waiting for the argument to extend. Still, he decided to risk it. Which was apparently the wrong move to do. Kota had not succeeded in walking far enough to run away before he had accidentally kicked an empty bottle lying on the ground in front of him. Freezing in his place, he slowly turned to glance at the group.

"Oh? What do we have here?" One of the men chuckled sinisterly as he stared at Kota's unmoving posture. "A child? Roaming around so late?"

Suddenly, all attention was on Kota, all three men abandoning their initial subject of focus and turning to walk towards the boy.

"U-um, I was just..." Kota mumbled, his leg involuntarily taking a step backwards.

[wc: 308/1500]

It was another day for the blue haired woman, she lost track on how long she had been staying in this country and was getting bored with all this same routine. Well, she did spend some time to explore the country or even do some kind of part time jobs so she can get money and recently was just hired to be a bartender at this local tavern due to her unexpected natural talent of mixing liquors. The money was not that much, but it was enough for her to live at a rather cozy inn and able to eat healthy meals. Things was pretty much different from where she was from though, no snow, no ice or even morning hunting here. Less adventure going on but she honestly think there's a lot of… silly men in this country. The criminal rate was a little bit higher compared to her country, but what can she say?

She tied up her long baby blue colored hair today, as she walked on the street towards the tavern to work. Her clothing was not her usual white blazer with short skirt, it was more like a casual style with a sleeveless blouse and leather pants. Well, it was suitable for the weather too, especially when she felt that it was kind of hot there. A sigh escaped her lips as many thoughts floating inside her mind and with every step her black colored rukh seemed to be darker, as if it was painted with the blackest black.

The Imuchakk would snap out from her mind when she arrived at her workplace and was just going to enter as she saw three grown up men circling a little boy. She couldn't help but to think they must be drunk and out of their mind, but it would be a good stress reliever if she could beat them up before work. With a smile and sultry voice, the blue haired girl would say, “Good day.” She would pause for a bit before taking another step forward, approaching the men, “Ganging up against a little boy?” She chuckled right after that, “Three grown men?” The blue haired woman would chuckle again, this time in a mocking manner.

WC: 371/1500

As if on cue, another voice appeared out of the blue. Kota twisted his head to the side as his eyes landed on the tall and quite fit woman, her expression nonchalantly composed as she proceeded to mock the men. It was clear that she wasn't fazed in a bit, something that alarmed Kota. However, what caught his attention the most was the rukh circling her. It was not white.

"Black rukh..?" He managed a whisper before his head quickly turned to one of the men in front of him. The man was holding a blowgun, a weapon Kota had hardly seen in ages. The man glared at the woman, his one eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You looking for trouble too, lady? Brother, what should we do about her?" He would say in a spiteful voice, his stance directed towards her similarly to his brothers. His brother, who supposedly was the leader of the two, would chuckle tauntingly before approaching her with his spiked weapon. "I will take her." He would smirk before bravely closing the gap between them in an attempt to reach her hair. Perhaps to play with it or even pull at it. Either way, Kota quickly averted his eyes to the now two foes standing in front of him. Although the boy was no quick thinker, he knew this was a chance he would have to take. To escape! As he turned to carefully tip-toe out of the scene, the same voice of the blowgun would yell at him.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Turning his head, Kota would notice the man positioning his weapon, essentially to use Pain Split. In a reflexive manner, the boy would raise his hand to quickly draw a circle in the air before whispering "Metatrepo!". In an instant, a Small Barrier would appear to successfully block the two darts that shoot at him. "Huh? A magic user?" The man would blink in surprise before Kota would pull out his wand to aim it in the direction of the man.

"That's right..." He would mumble quietly to himself before using a Water Sphere on (Leo), quickly knocking him out. With a small bounce back, Kota would ready himself for the second man in case he would attack. Which he happens to do. This man draws his club back to swing his club, using Boom boom on Kota but the boy, with quick reflexes, uses Protective Dome by raising his palm in the air and activating his element. Water quickly forms in the form of a defensive dome around the boy, protecting him from the series of hits. "Ah! This is unfair!" He exclaims in a dreadful voice.

[wc: 763/1500]

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The blue haired woman chuckled more, loving it when her mockery worked on foolish people like this bullies. “I am trouble, dear.” She said with a sultry smile when one of the brother said he would take her, seemingly underestimating her strength. What could a mere human do to an Imuchakk like her? Unless he had some kind of trick under his sleeves… however it would be best for her to not underestimate the man as well. Although… what was more important was that boy’s safety…but—Her focus was broke when the man reached her hair, pulling it hard with his hand before speaking with dirty language towards her.

She completely ignored his words though and kept an eye on the boy while wondering on how she should finish the two men first before beating this ugly beast who was standing in front of her. Although it seemed she didn’t have to worry because the boy was capable of using magic and a smirk was carved on her face, interested with the fact that one of the man was being taken down quickly with the magic. Now the man pulled her hair harder now, and was grabbing her collar while still spitting out some inaudible words, of course it was inaudible for Lilithia because she totally ignored him for now. The moment the boy defended himself by using the protective dome, the blue haired woman would use her axe and activated Rotting Edge before throwing it towards to knock him out, surprising the oldest brother.

Marco quickly released Lili’s hair from his grip and backed off before pulling out a ball and chain. “How dare you! You hurt my little brother!” The oldest sibling would use squeeze and wrapped the woman’s right hand, immobilizing it. Well, Lili got to admit that it was pretty hurt, but she didn’t scream or even flinch. She would use the chance to pull the chain by using her left hand, bringing the man towards her before kicking him right at his groin by using her right knee and then following it up with a jab.

“Ahh… not fun…” She said playfully as the man got unconscious and would walk towards Baleno before retrieving her axe from him, letting some blood to splat the ground after that. The imuchakk would glance towards the young magician before saying, “It is alright now, boy. You fought well.”

WC: 771/1500

Magoi: 140/150
Stamina: 100/100

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However, the young magician... was not where he was supposed to be. She saw no one and assumed that the boy might ran away or someone kidnapped him, but if it was the latter then they would be a great kidnappers since it happened in just a blink. A sigh escaped her lips and there was vapor coming out from there, it began to feel a little bit cold, but not as cold as her home country. "Hmm...." She would kneel down and grabbed the unconscious man's shirt before using it to wipe the blood from her axe and she would just sit down near the man, wondering what she should do. Perhaps killing him right now... or she can just leave him be so her hand could be clean from blood.

WC:903/1500

The blue haired woman wasn’t feeling it at the moment though, she wondered why. There was a free punching bag in front of her but Lilithia thought that it would be too much to clean her hand afterwards. It was boring… every day was boring… and she wondered if she should go back to her country. But she would only do the same thing over and over again there. At least the crimes rate was higher here so she could beat someone else to a pulp if she spotted some bad men doing bad things, but she wanted something more, something that would make her think that every day was worth living for. Perhaps an excitement, a spark inside her heart, but what was her goal actually… why did she wanted to go to another country? She would lean against the wall while watching one of the unconscious men started to whimper. The woman would send a kick towards the man’s abdomen, hard enough to make him unconscious again. “Weak creatures…” She murmured as she send a sharp glare towards the man before leaning against the wall again.

Her goal… was to be the strongest… so she could kill her father. Yes she remembered… and her father was entrapped in this eternal ice that even their tribe’s elders, the all-knowing one, didn’t know how to shatter it. She was looking for the way to shatter that ice and kill him so she could finally getting her revenge. But was it worth it… she sneaked out from the country although she didn’t bear any intention to cut off the affiliation with Imuchakk country with a big chance that she would be punished and exiled because of it. And yeah, it was worth it. Lili could feel her blood boiling as she remembered the things her father did towards her in the past, people might say she was mad but her father was the one who awakened this madness inside her mind, everything he did in the past…

As memories of the past started to surf into her mind, the woman couldn’t help but she would bring her hand to cover her eyes. She would breathe heavily and her lips would form a smirk, an evil one if one could say. “I can’t wait…” She would chuckle to herself like a happy little girl before walking away, going towards the tavern to start working. Fortunately she wasn’t late to work and the tavern was not as crowded as the previous night, so Lili could just enjoy herself without being bothered by the crowds inside the tavern.

She suddenly remembered about her friend, Kuroro, remembering about the past could make her somewhat sentimental too somehow and she wondered how her brain could suddenly make her remember about that man. She wondered what he was doing at the moment too and guessed that he would waste his time hunting and doing some artsy crafts. Kuroro was always the artist, he was the artsy one and his works were always good. Such a giant man making such a delicate work… sounds ironic but it worked just fine and beautiful. The Imuchakk woman would chuckle to herself as she rested her chin on her palm. Oh how she missed teasing him and playing with him, but it was the risk to take when she decided to go to an adventure to break the curse of that eternal ice. Perhaps going to the academy of magic would be very helpful for her, although… it might be hard since she heard it was an exclusive country for magician only. A sigh escaped her lips as she stood up to make drinks, thinking to just figure it out later when she feel like doing it.

WC: 1529/1500

Magoi: 140/150
Stamina: 100/100