Aurora sighed, "great another..." she stretched and stood up. "It is getting too crowded in general, even for me. So many people, I am getting so mixed up." She laughed awkwardly. "Maybe we should start bunkering down the evening anyway, we have food and a lot of people to make sure are taken care of... and wont kill each other." She opened the door, "Care to come in mystery man and thank you Ryllis for bringing him to the house of tarots it seems."
”Yeah I’m another tarot, Justice; I do have to say I’m surprised to meet other tarots at all.” So there really are more tarots here, what kind of twist of fate has brought them together here and was it even wise of me to admit I’m one so quick? Tyrill wondered as he took a look at the women outside when one of the spoke up as another one came out of the house, a short girl that looked fairly young that asked if he cared to come inside. “Well now that you ask I might as well, lass.” Tyrill said as he went inside. Once inside he just quickly raised a hand in greeting to those he saw, not really interested in introducing himself unless asked. He settled down in a dusty chair and took a look around; the room itself was nothing remarkable, just old dusty furniture and a man with very long white hair sleeping in one of the chair. I should probably do the same he thought. Now that he finally had the chance to sit down he was starting to realize just how tired he was despite being in a house full of strangers with multiple of them being tarot users from the sound of it getting some sleep was very tempting right now, he didn’t get a chance to decide as he started nodding off once he’d found a comfortable position.
Enya just nodded in response to the man admitting that he was a Tarot and followed him, telling the two younger girls to get back into the house soon, and not stay outside for too long. The mystery man was already nodding off and Enya shook her head in response. He was either really tired or way too trusting in strange company. She herself took a seat close to Blue Stripe, feeling that she could trust him to a certain extent to protect himself and her from an attack. Closing her eyes, the Fool Tarot was out seconds later, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her.
'Huh, ten tarots in the same building? You dont see that everyday.' Nathan thought to himself. Looking around, he started to notice that some of the others were starting to go to sleep. Noticing this, he realized just how tired he was. Running nearly all day was bound to exhaust you, especially if you were being chased. Getting ever so slightly more comfortable with all these strangers, he decided to sit back against the wall. Once he got comfortable, he closed his eyes, the exhaustion finally catching up to him.
Aurora sat a few inches away from the ground by the door, she clipped her bow together and looked around. "I am taking the first watch, so feel free to rest peacefully." The hanged man tarot nodded to them and sat there floating, her arms crossed and her bow on her lap. She kept her eye between those starting to settle for the night and those still coming inside.
Selan wasn't that tired but she thought it would be best if she got some sleep. She laid down on the cold ground and tried to sleep. Selan woke up earlier than the others. She decided to use the time to study some more spells from her relic. Everything was quiet and the sun was just rising. She was very suprised that they hadn't been found yet considering how many of them were here. Her relic was a spell book that also contained potions and chants. It was split into sections from each of the previous tarots. There were only 3 sections, but the book was almost packed full of spells. It was a smaller book, so she was able to carry it around on the battle field. She was called in by the king of Nuhan to receive her book. He claimed it was the only relic still in the possession of Nuhan and he wanted to keep it that way. Apparently, the other relics had been spread out across the continent, whether the previous tarots were buried with them, or they were just lost to time. "I wonder...If anyone else has found theirs..." She quietly whispered to herself.
Considering how much sleep he'd gotten the day before--what with the zapping and napping--it was no surprise that Elreen was up along with the sun. He sighed as he stood up and stretched his limbs. He had had restless dreams the night before. The house was deadly quiet. Everyone else had either gone to sleep or was off elsewhere, except for one, he noticed. When he came out from the cupboard, stretching his back from the aches of sleep, he looked down at the floor and saw a young woman there. He remembered seeing her the other day, but wasn't sure if he'd been introduced to her. "G'morning there," he said with a charismatic chuckle as he squatted down beside Selan. "I don't believe we've met, lass. You must be a part of that troupe that lives here as well, right?" He recalled seeing her under the close watch of that frightening woman Enya and her partner Nerus. "My name's Elreen. Might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?"
Amaryllis said she wasn't tired, but her physical state of being had betrayed her. Within minutes, she found a good spot against the wall next to her axe as she drifted into dreams. ----- "I know now that I am a Tarot, uncle...and I really want to know...who was the Moon Tarot before me?" Young Amaryllis had just asked an earnest question back then, not knowing that it was the starting point of a brewing storm that had been haunting one of the village elders and her uncle, Ilias for many years. "...She was my wife. And I would have thought that you being born on the same day she died being a coincidence too good to be true. But I didn't think you would also be taking her powers as well..." He really did not want to talk about it, but she pressed on. "What has my birth have anything to do with your wife's death, Ilias?" "...silly girl. You don't understand anything, do you? When one Tarot dies, another carrying the card and powers of the deceased Tarot is born. How am I to rejoice the birth of my niece while mourning the death of my wife?!" Amaryllis did not speak, as she shrunk back at her uncle's bubbling anger. "Your existence reminds me of her too much it hurts--but even worse that you are now the living manifestation of the powers she once harnessed. I don't know if I am supposed to revere you, or hate you. Get out of my sight. I never want to see you again. I wish you had never been born!!" The girl slowly stepped back as she ran from the house. Understanding why he didn't like to associate with her too much. But still...it bothered her. The dream scenery slowly shifted to the battle down at No Man's Land. Ryllis, now a grown woman, was bearing the coat of arms of Nuhan, as she fought hard against the Sefalian soldiers. However, as a plan was hatched amongst Tarots to escape the battlefield, she could have had been stabbed by a Nuhanese soldier if Nerus hadn't shot him. It wasn't the fact that Nerus killed a Nuhanese soldier that struck her with horror. It was that the Nuhanese soldier was none other than Ilias himself. As she tried to reach out for his falling body, she was pulled away by Enya before they made their escape. ---- As she awoke with a strangled cry the next morning, she looked around her to find that the rest were still asleep, barring Selan and Elreen. Taking out a hand carved knife she had found from the battlefield carved with Ilias' name, it dawned upon her that his death was indeed real and she had picked it out on her scouting mission from his corpse. Trying to muffle herself not to wake the others, she did not bother to stop the tears of mourning for her deceased uncle. "I'm sorry..." she murmured again and again.
It took Igneous a moment to realize where he was when he woke up. While the others where still talking last night, he began to feel weak again and so sat against a while besides a small bookshelf to rest, then apparently nodded off. He relaxed as memories of last night's events came back into his mind. He was among friends now, or at least they weren't enemies and were worthy of his trust. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he began to panic for a moment as he realized that his walking stick and swords were missing. He stood up a bit to quickly and felt dizzy for a moment. After reorienting himself, Igneous looked around, taking care not to wake the others that were still sleeping or distracting the few who were now awake. He was finally able to relax as he found his staff, as well as his swords, in a small armory room piled up with the weapons of the other Tarots. Or at least those that were willing to be parted from their weapons for the night anyway. Someone must have taken his stuff and moved it there so that he would be more comfortable in his sleep. Igneous wasn't quite sure why he felt as strongly about the possibility of losing his staff, though. He somehow new that it was important to him, but wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was a gift given to him by someone close? That must have been it.
Lucifuge slowly walked out of the dining hall, with bags below his eyes from pure exhaustion. Evidently, he had not slept at all last night. He took a quick glance around those present within the room and noticed that the little spy was sitting in the corner. "Hm, well whaddaya know..." he muttered to himself. "Come; arise and guard me." Lufu then ordered in a hushed voice, and a male Vanitas appeared from the shadows, grinning mockingly as always. Its gaze was fixed on the new Tarot that had entered the house. Lufu then looked at Selan, and more importantly, her book. He casually strolled over to her and leaned over her shoulder. "What a strange tome... Care to disclose its origins, miss?" he purred with a sly grin on his face.
A small yawn found itself escaping Nerus as he slowly began to wake up. Groaning, Nerus gazed around the room, taking in his environment and remembering the previous days events. 'Damn, haven't I got myself in a hot mess' He thought to himself humourously as he climbed to his feet. Blinking, Nerus stared questioningly at the trio of Selan, Elreen and... "Crap what did he call himself?" Nerus murmured to himself, scratching his cheek as he pondered on the question. Shrugging the archer began to make his way towards the group, stopping to pick up his bow and quiver, and as he reached them he raised his hand in a tired greeting. "Morning everyone, how's the sleep?"
"Tiresome and hard to get by," Enya answered as she walked soundlessly into the room with the others. She discreetly stifled a yawn as she took a seat. She pulled out her daggers and a piece of cloth and started to clean the blades making sure that there would be no blood on it that would impede the drawing of the knives from their sheaths. She knew fully well that someone could take offense to her cleaning her weapons, but she didn't give a rat's ass at the moment and took the time to observe the others in the small room. She raised her eyebrow at Selan reading a tome. It looked peculiar and it gave off a sense of power that Enya could feel in her bones. "So, squirt, what is that book you are reading? I can tell already that it is not something ordinary like a description of the land novel or some trashy romance novel." Enya pointed with her dagger at Selan, making sure the tip never came close to any of the others.
A small grown escaped Nathan as he began to wake up. Slowly standing up, Nathan looked around the room, remembering everything that happened the day before. 'Huh, so it really wasn't a dream.' He thought to himself. He noticed the others were starting to gather around Selan. Curiosity getting the best of him, he slowly made his way towards the small group. Once he got close enough, he noticed the book she was holding. He was about to ask her what the book was about, but judging how the others were staring at it, he realized that they might have already asked her. So he just stood there, waiting in anticipation.
Tyrill woke up with a groan and grabbed the back of his back with one hand, sleeping in a chair had not been the best idea and his neck agreed by hurting every time he moved. His legs were not much better off as they were aching “I might have overdone it a little yesterday.” He mumbled to himself as he lazily looked around spotting the group standing around Selan, now remembering he’d ended up in a house with other tarots last night. What a mass have I gotten myself into he thought as he stood up to stretch his sore muscles, something his legs protested against as he’d been using his powers a little too much yesterday. He went over to the group to see what they were all staring at while he tried to massage the stiffness out of his neck with one hand. He didn’t say anything as he stopped near the group; he wasn’t much for talking or interacting with other people when he’d just woken up unless they addressed him first.
Elreen couldn't help but laugh. Seemed everyone was swarming in on Selan, their curiosities piqued by her tome. He noticed that one man though, Lucifuge, who he had had trouble with the other day and decided it would be for the best to ignore him for the time being. He'd rather not have another spat like the one from the night prior, lest it end in blood and violence. Now, Nerus; there was at least a semi-friendly face. "I had too much sleep the other day," he chuckled mirthfully, recalling his former lack of conscience. He pulled up his knees in a wide, sitting stance, looking up at the man with a blue stripe running through his hair. "What about you? How slept you the previous night?"
Aurora was still floating there, eyes shut, no one had relieved her and she passed out from exhaustion. The movement around the room woke her up, she shot up and notched an arrow at Tyrill panting like it was a nightmare. She lowered her bow seeing who it was, "sorry" she muttered as to not wake the others. She looked around the room sleepily her bow feathers ruffled, not bothering to float and just fell to the dusty floor, a puff cloud of dust surrounding her.
Tyrill stared wide eyed at the arrow raising his hands as he quickly took a few steps back; it was all he could since he couldn’t just turn around and dash off. He’d senses the girl coming but he hadn’t thought she’d notch an arrow at him and still being half asleep from just waking up he hadn’t thought to pay attention to the fact that he was in a house full of strangers. “What the bloody crud lass, if you were trying to wake me then congrats you succeeded.” Tyrill said when Aurora had dropped to the floor stirring up all the dust muttering an apology. Now Tyrill had a hand on the holster to his throwing knives, just in case.
Aurora groaned, "sorry... I just heard a sound and I got spooked" She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She set her bow to the side of her, stretching out and rubbing her neck. "That sure is stiff..." She started to wake up and calm down, she was just too tired to keep herself floating. Standing up and brushes her self off and yawned, her hair a little messy. "I am very sorry for scaring you sir" She curtsied to him in apology, picking up her bow and breaking it down into her arm wings.
