A Quiet Winters Night [Social/Open]

By time the huntsman closed on the building itself those whom were around it had disappeared maybe to the inside of the build or off out the back, it was somewhat like a tavern of the Imuchakk but far different, as the huntsman trudged slowly through the snow before he finally approached the buildings door.

Why was such a thing so far out in the wilderness though this seemed like an unawakening dream, the huntsman wondered why a dream would bring him to such a place, as he approached the door, he slowly placed his hand on to it.

It wasn’t like the dungeons door, he wasn’t transported inside and slowly began pushing it open.

Endolf had to wonder, just what the hell was going on these days? Once more he had woken up somewhere unknown, his head pounding as snow fell all around him. What was he doing out in this field? Why did it feel like his head had been split apart? Why did it constantly feel like he was waking up somewhere new and in a totally random situation every time? Picking himself up he pushed those thoughts aside and decided he would rather get out of the snow and cold first rather than worry about the strangeness he had been dealing with lately. Luckily he noticed what seemed to be a tavern a littles ways off, the lights bleeding through the windows and into the cold, snowy night. The Fanalis grimaced slightly.

“Ugh, why couldn’t it be a brothel? Taverns are never entertaining enough compared to brothels full of beautiful women ready to do whatever you ask.”

As he spoke to himself he began trudging through the snow covered grounds towards the only source of light he could see, the prospect of some form of warm drink, as foreign as the concept was to someone from Reim, seemed to energize him as he powered through the snow and cold. The closer he got, the more he could hear what sounded like cheerful conversations and smell things he had never smelled before like spices that seemed to warm his very core. Finally with a push he opened the door and stepped inside.

Ani wwas quite enjoying her time talking with the cat girl finding her company quite nice and relaxing overall. When she heard her reactions to what she told her she smiled softly. "Oh yes snowball fights are quite nice." She stated while smiling softly before hearing what she said about the snowmen. "Sure, but I'm going to leave Hoyo inside so he can stay nice and warm" She said as she pat her napping beast before standing up looking over at her. "You might wanna make sure you have everything before we go outside, it's really cold." She said it being nothing for her considering what she was.

With Yakuroro not ceasing his drunken drunkenness involving Zadi, there was only one thing left to do; Zadi had to fake his own death if he wanted to get out of this mess! If he didn't at least fake his death, then Yakuroro would surely kill Zadi with "kindness!" So, without further delay, Zadi faked his death by stopping his struggle and rolling his eyes into the back of his head so that only the whites of his eyes were visible. This task was rather easy to complete to be honest. It was as if Zadi was actually dying and 'letting go' of his earthly tethers. In fact, Zadi was so good at faking his death that a little Zadi-shaped wisp started to make it's way out of Zadi's body, much like how a dead person's soul leaves there body.

At this point, Zadi looked thoroughly dead. Now the problem was...is Zadi actually dead now? The act may not actually be an act. Zadi felt like he was looking at himself, dead, while floating away as the wisp. Hopefully this was all just an act and Yakuroro would believe it. If Zadi's act was not an act, then someone would have to grap that little wisp and shove it back into Zadi body...quickly!

Masuma was surrounded by the warm darkness that precedes sleep just before a dream drifts by to take you on a mini adventure. As she slowly drifted deeper into the depths of her mind an exotic scene slowly fell into place around her form. The first thing to cement into reality was the cold. It was a sinking deep cold that seeped into her bones as a cold breeze sweeps through her. Shivering she looks around and sees abandoned houses covered in white. As she stared in perplexity cold, wet, flakes of snow fell down on her exposed skin.

Going crossed eyed Masuma watched as a snowflake melted on her nose and in that instances somehow knew without knowing that it was snowing, despite never having encountered snow or even hearing much in the way about it. Twirling about in a circle she took in the strange cold wetness of the mysterious surroundings as any possible hope of realizing that she was in a dream slowly faded away. Soon enough she had enough of the cold and wet and began looking for a way out of the weather.

It was that her eyes finally landed on the tavern and she immediately started walking to it without even thinking about it. Wrapping her hand around the doorknob she twisted it and made her way in. While she would have immediately felt out of place in the waking world surrounded by alcohol and older men and women she oddly felt welcomed by the smiles of the staff and thought nothing of it. She was clearly meant to here though for what purpose she hadn't a clue. Making her way to the bar she asked the barkeep for something warm to drink and was given a warm mug of hot cider and she made her way over to the crackling fireplace and silently sipped away at her drink awaiting.....something or someone.

It seemed nobody noticed Zadi faking his death and Yakuroro continued to drown the helpless Zadi with the bottomless gourd filled with the last taste that Zadi would taste. Thankfully, this was all a dream and Zadi would wake up from the false pain he was feeling pretty soon. Granted, perhaps he was actually drowning in real life, too? Perhaps Yakuroro found Zadi and decided to assassinate him!? Zadi would find out within the next few moments if any of this was true or not. That is, unless someone helps the drowning Zadi before he wakes up from this strange yet wondrous dream.