Loren
[lol we will soon decide who will not be included]

[Melody, because shes level 3]
Karen
The buzzling tavern of Thunush, a city sitting between East Mentia and the Empire of Salvainia— these two honourable civilisations, standing in respect for each other's culture welcomed one another's visitors. Today, a guard from East Mentia, against the cold winds of the night and even colder touch of its rain, shared burden with a fellow Centaur warrior in equal calibre, Melody, and arrived safely under the warm roof of the city's tavern. 

The Centaur, in all her broad connections and knowings, brought the disgraced guard into mercenary work, where a knightly man would soon be company after brief acquaintance. The two shared a drink or two amongst the lively atmosphere. Wine filled their stomachs; mirth filled their minds.
Mattie
Sitting on a stool, the guard held his mug loosely, lightly twirling the contents within seemingly without purpose as he stared mindlessly at the weathered table of the bar— the traces of cuts and chipped wood, with mold growing to fill the gaps.

"... And then, you know. We were in the woods, right. We were hungry. I tried to fish. Tried, anyways." — nervously he chuckled — "The fish didn't seem to be hungry that day... And... And... When *Melody*... Gave it a go instead, the fish seemed to swarm all over her. Three catches in one hour. It's..."

He ended his sentence, shaking his head as his smile slowly disappeared into a frown.

"So," Vaulter turned sideways, facing the knightly man with a faked smile, "I haven't gotten your name yet."
Andy
The knight downed half the contents of his pint of beer as the man told his story, before slamming it down on the table with gusto, droplets flew out of the tankard and the table and all that was upon it shook as he dropped it. He wiped the foam off his mustache.
"Sir Dismas Eldrige, of Upper Mentia." He said politely with a chuckle. Mother always told him first impressions were important and that one should always be polite even if the man was stuttering like a fool. "And what may be yours comrade?"
Alyssa
*She burst through the door, completely interrupting the whole tavern's loud commotion. Her tails swayed, as she smiled, her usual self.*
"Aye hello!" *She spoke to the bartender, maybe her old coworker?
Everyone turns to look at her, it isn't common to have a kemonomimi in salvainia, especially not such a beautiful one.*
*She looks around, finally noticing the mysterious guard she met at the fighting pit. She goes over to him, excited to see this man who has indeed never talked to a woman.*
"There you aaaare! How are ya? Still haven't talked to any women other than me?" *She said, clearly mocking him. She ends the sentence with a giggle, hoping to hit a nerve once again.*
Mattie
The guard took a defensive sip from the mug, facing away, as the knight's pint was swallowed in one *Powerful* Swig. When he turned back around to face him, he blinked from the sheer shock of the slam, shaking not only the wooden tools, but also his core, it seemed. 

To that, he could only clear his throat.

"Mengele. It's Mengele. E- East Mentia-, uh, comrade." 

His fake smile appeared just as quickly as it disappeared. With that said, he took another sip, and retreated to the comfort inside the darkness of his mug.

"Aye hello!"

Vaulter almost puked. Immediately, he frantically looked around him as if the earth itself started shaking with wrathfulness and he was looking for a hole. 

He knew that voice, and could do *Nothing* While the footsteps slowly resonated closer, and closer to his disposition. At the end, he decided to only stare at the table, again.

"There you aaaare! How are ya? Still haven't talked to any women other than me?"

To that, the guard only peeked at Sir Dismas, as if to say: I don't know who she was. Please help me.
Andy
*A bit of panic erupted from Dismas' mind. The... Thing, with animalistic ears adorned above it's brow and a tail protruding from it's buttocks. "What... Mage toward did they arise from!?" He thought to himself, he'd never seen such a thing, never in person that is. The voices cried danger, told it was some mythical beast ready to devour all that surrounds it, with claws that could rip to shreds the strongest of men like fine vellum and an acidic spit that could melt and burn... He stopped himself, this was all madness, his psyche trying to get to him, but surely he could control it, right?*
*He let go of the hilt of his sword, resting neatly within his scabbard, as the thing approached them and did it's song and dance. To remain polite and hide his true nature, to the best of his efforts was what he wanted to do, that angry demon he used to be was all in the past. But it seems like this... Person was bothering his newfound brother in arms, he needed to act, in the name of newly friendships!*
"Excuse you. Have you any business with my friend here?" *He said sternly to the animal thing.*
Alyssa
*She started laughing, manically almost.*
"Hun, your little friend here, is a coward of a man that has never talked to a woman!" *She said, thinking to herself that she can never get sick of this.*
*She then goes on to order a beer. After that, she grabs a stool and sits in the middle of the both of them, definitely noticing the way this knight she just met is looking at her.*
"What? Am I that pretty?" *She giggles.*
Mattie
The coward of a man coughed. 

He shifted away from her as she assertively declared her territory between them. More silence from him, with occasional glances at the knight, — *Now, the beast challenges you. Stay strong, or perish!* — and occasional sips at the mug.
Andy
"A woman?! Pretty?!" *He said in a surprised tone. The little insult just put more coal in the fire, already he wasn't having the greatest of days and now the cacophony of voices urged him to crack this putrid spawn of bestiality in half! But he held himself back, only a little, if it was a verbal joust she wanted, it was what she was going to get. * "You're a freak's cheap strumpet at best." *He took a swig from his tankard.* "Which one of your parents decided to get frisky with an animal? Your mother or your father, assuming they even dared to stay in the first place..."
Mattie
The guard sat frozen in place for a moment, gulps digesting the words that came out of him.
Alyssa
"Ah I see.. So you're another dumb ass of a man!" *She cleared her throat, and began explaining what she is.*
"Hun, I'm sorry to break it to ya, but I ain't an animal. I'm a kemonomimi, otherwise known as a kitsune. I don't get a choice ya know. And did ya just say women aren't pretty!? Of course ya did.. Asshole."
Mattie
Vaulter shifted again in his seat, half-heartedly facing them as if about to say something, but only an ajar jaw came out of that thought.
Andy
"Me? No!" *He said, almost insulted.* "I would never! Women come in many different forms, shapes and sizes, curvy, large, thin, with each having a plethora of different personalities, some being better than others I will admit, but they surely are all beautiful in every single sense of the word." *He took another swig from his pint and leaned forward and locked eyes with the kitsune, fearless.* "You, however, are none of those."
Mattie
The guard wanted to speak, meekly pointing up a singular index finger. "Uhh..."
Alyssa
"Lord you're stubborn.. Afraid to admit I'm pretty?" *She chuckled, mocking the man once again.*
"And not to mention.. Your face is nearly touching mine! Awww lil Knight wants to kiss me!" *She cackled, loving the way she's teasing him.*
Mattie
Vaulter stood up from his idleness and, gingerly, put a hand on the woman's back shoulder— just a light tap. 

"Hey... Listen, umm, Miss."

He started, putting forth a pathetic attempt of a friendly smile before clearing his throat.
Paul
"I don't think Sir Dismas, here, appreciates it. He's made his stance fairly clear." — then, he gestured around the tavern with his broad hands — "I'm sure, in this wonderful tavern, there are plenty others who would love your company."

Then, Mengele dropped his arms limp besides him, an expression that knitted his eyebrows together— that spelt: irritation.

"But not Sir Dismas."
Andy
*His mustache moved slightly as he sniffled.* "Really? Is that it?" *He said, leaning back disappointed.* "And here I thought I would have a good few clever phrases to put in the journal." *He sighed* "But alas..." *He tried taking another sip of his pint, only find out it was empty after the multiple swigs. Even more disappointed he leaned in again to again ask for the kitsune to state her business, but then, Mengele stood up.*

*After the stunt Dismas slouched in his seat and raised his eyebrow, impressed, yet also a tad bit confused. This man, who mostly stumbled over his words like a clumsy fool for all the time he spent with him, now had the gall to stand up and put his foot down, what happened? Did the alcohol finally kick in?*
Alyssa
"Ah.. This'll be interesting.."
*She takes a sip of her beer, anticipating what happens next. Maybe, just maybe, the coward of a guard is actually.. Not a coward?*
Paul
Mengele watched as the fox whispered her words and momentarily retreated from the knightly, taking a seat between them as if she had known them for decades beforehand. 

Recently, Vaulter had shifted away from her. There was a distance between them. From afar, facing him sideways, her lustrous glance and lucrative eyelashes, her voice like the clouds, and crossing of her legs attracting the gaze of tens in the tavern— everyone's eyes were upon her, and *Him* —she challenged him. 

Gritted teeth, balled fists, he stood tall with a wide stance. 

Here, in his mind, his world, he grasped all that was his and didn't let go. 

The guard tilted his head, a severe frown that could've crushed iron between those ridges on his forehead.

Abruptly, Mengele advanced, invaded her personal space, and came inches away from the Kemonomimi. His body language relaxed, looking down on her furry details, he did not sit down.
Andy
*The whole tavern stared. Dismas took the opportunity to snatch another pint from an unsuspecting barmaid, while everyone was engrossed in the scene. He sat back down, smiling, he wanted to see what would come next. He took an excited sip of the pint before pulling out his journal and documenting what was happening in front of his very eyes, sketching the scene onto the blank pages of paper, messing up the kitsune's form and anatomy, one or too many times.*
Alyssa
*She smiled sinisterly, noticing how everyone was staring at her features. Her tails swayed, her ears moved. Multiple guards and knights in the bar looked at her, she looked back. This made her giggle as she knew the effect she had on people.* "Hm? Why are ya standing up?" *She asked, noticing his strong features while he relaxed them.*
Paul
The air was still with anticipation. 

Strong, he was, an Earth Macen's arm like the trunk of a tree— hearty and stalwart even without the pretence of heavy armour. Such rough outlook, it is pale and covered in sparse brownish hair, slowly moving up to reach for the exotic woman's face. A finger extended, and it touched her cheek, pressing gingerly against the silk-like skin, guiding her to face him, eyes to eyes with no twist or turns in between— a straight line.
Alyssa
*She blushed, flustered and anxious about what the hunk of a man was about to do next.* "A-Aye?" *She said in a confused noise, the mystery rising by the second.*
Andy
*Dismas straightened his back, lifting his head from his book. He gonna slap her or kiss her? He thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. Part of him felt like he was watching some sort of smutty theatre piece, but he knew that wouldn't happen, right?*
Paul
Expression barely showing a sign of enthusiasm: still only the frown, still only the slit on his lips, he stooped, bent forward, and his mouth was intimately close to her ear.

The audience should gasp with disgust— by what right did this guard have himself the privilege to do such things to a woman like so? 

`By the right of boldness.`

Mengele parted his lips, breathed in, and whispered: 

"*I've met, talked, and slept with women much more beautiful than you, and you could never, ever in your life, ever compete with their beauty and femininity*." 

...

...

And then, Mengele stepped backwards, walked away, stood in front of a man — that man stood up — and grabbed himself a new chair. This chair, good as new, unlike the weathered old stool he had been sitting on for the last few hours. He placed it in front of the bar, then, walking behind it, grabbed himself a bottle of new beer in front of the bartender, and poured himself a new mug.
Alyssa
*She walked over to him, with an expression blank as a canvas.*
".."
*She then bends over the same way he did, but this time, even closer. She grabs him by the chin and starts whispering.*
"Oh hun, are ya afraid you're not big enough?" *She giggles as she sits next to him once again, resting her large chest on the bar.*
Andy
*Dismas watched in awe as the whole charade unfolded. He lifted his arm up to take another swig of his pint, but without even noticing, his pint was empty. "I need something stronger." He thought. He put his journal away and grabbed his helmet and bag, lord knows how many sneaky pick pocketers were around and walked up to the bar, casually pushing the katsune aside to sit by his friend and order something stronger. Whiskey, cognac, schnapps, wine, he'd even settle for moonshine, anything that would hit harder than just beer.* 
"So, finally grew spine, eh, chum?" *He wrapped his arm around Vaulter and patted him on the back amicably.*
Alyssa
*She stared at the man, shocked. She takes his arm, holding it tight with her sharp nails. She continued to say:*
"Never," *She digs her nails into his skin.* "Disrespect me like that again. You filthy," *She digs them deeper, eventually a little blood came out.* "Filthy guard."
Andy
*Dismas turned to kitsune unfazed by the scratch but clearly irritated. The nails didn't hurt much, padding and his heavily calloused and tough skin made sure of that, he was an earth macen after all. However, what the lady did do to hurt him, is ruin his nice dyed padded doublet, the one in which he recently got done patching up, only to get another tear. He grabbed the lady's hand, tossing aside with his superior strength and the took his right gauntlet off just to follow up with a strong backhand to her face.*
Paul
Mengele only looked blankly at the ceiling.
Alyssa
"Hm. Alright." *She said with slight tears in her face, this was her worst ever experience in a bar.

After a few minutes of her looking away, a messenger guard came and gave her a letter.*

"Thank you dear, you can go now. Thanks for delivering this."

..
...

*She broke down crying, with no absolute explanation.*
*She let out in a shaky voice:*
"He.. Died."
Andy
"Hmpf, how convenient." *He said sitting back down before starting to examine his wound, it may have not hurt, but who knows what type of grime were in her nails, could lead to an infection.* "Hey tavern keep, how is it on that whiskey? I'm dying of thirst here." *His usual politeness was diluted by alcohol and a bad evening, but at least he got to see Vaunter stand up for himself, that was the silver lining.*
Alyssa
*She fell to the floor, everyone staring at her.*
"..." *She has no words but greif, loss and pain. She cried and cried, like a woman in danger.*
Mattie
The cry of a woman reached his ears, and Vaulter turned slightly around in curiosity. He gave Dismas a small frown, before slowly, almost drunkenly, getting down from his chair and knelt down next to the Miss. 

"Hey, hey hey," He put a hand on her back, "Are you... Okay?"
Alyssa
"He.. Died..! My dad.. My only place of comfort.. He's gone..." *She screamed in anguish and grief. It was already something when her mom died in front of her own two eyes, but this is different.*
Wanda
*Dismas turned around and watched the girl cry out like a banshee. He did feel a little bit bad, who wouldn't? The alcohol and bad mood showed his true demeanor, or at least parts of it, a violent man who couldn't care less, even if he wanted to, a far cry from the heroes of virtue in the fairytales he always strived to be like. He took a deep sigh, maybe it could still be salvaged.* "How'd he die?" *He asked, clearly not out of pity but rather out of curiosity.*
Alyssa
"He burnt.. They burnt him.." *She managed to let out, with a shaky voice and buckets of tears that could fill a river. All she wanted right now.. Was a simple hug.*
Mattie
Naturally, the guard, reopening his sensors towards the outside world, felt the vying eyes of the public. Out of shame, guilt, embarrassment, he spoke the truth in his heart.

"Let's get out of this place, Sir Dismas," He said under his breath, "This is not the place."
Andy
"I see..." *Being burnt to death, not an uncommon death when a hate mob grows rather ravenous. He stood up, putting his gauntlet back on, helmet wrapped around his arm.* "And who may be the whoresons who condemned him with this very fate?" *He said bluntly, acknowledging Vaulter's suggestion, but chose not to comply until he got his answer.*
Alyssa
"I.. I don't know. It just says he burnt. It just says a group of savages burnt him.." *She wiped her tears, but there was more. At this point enough to fill a whole ocean, just because of this poor woman's greif.*
Mattie
He stood up, half-heartedly with his arms, waving the crowd away as if shooing a flock of crows from the wheat fields. 
"N- nothing to see here, friends. Nothing to see here."
Andy
"Not exactly a narrowing description, but it'll have to do." He stood up grabbing the cup of whiskey he so desperately needed to shut the constant yammering of voices in the back of his head, this talk of parental death reminded him of when his father died and how little he regretted it, despite the voices guilting him for it. "Well if the image of the aggressors grows clearer and perhaps if fate dares make our paths cross again... Well, just don't be afraid to holler." He took a solid gulp from his cup and grabbed his bag gesturing Mengele to follow him as he walked towards the exit. "Alright Mengele, you were right, it's about time we left."
Loren
[Vaulter told him his name was "Mengele"]

[reply to it, then type "Tul!Edit [your text here]"]
Daniel
You can't edit a message that you didn't originally send.
Alyssa
"You're just.. Going to leave me? Just like that?"
*Her voice started getting louder.*
"You fucking shits! You fucking cowards!" *Her voice started to get quite again.* "I'm nothing. I'm nothing, to all of you. My dad.. The only person I have, burnt. And this is your reaction?! You're all the fucking same. Fucking.. Fucking shits!" *She stopped crying, but instead shouting, begging for just a hug.*
Mattie
The guard almost physically flinched from the screams— it was like the banshees. Out of instinct almost, he wrapped his arms under hers like a half-hug to get the Miss on her feet, while saying: "You're alright." Repeatedly, mostly to himself, partly to her, attempting to drag her to the exit.

"We're bringing you; we're bringing you. This is just not the place."
Andy
*Dismas sighed, it was a deep sigh of irritation, but he tried not to snap back at the poor lady. He turned back to her and bent down to meet her at her level.* "Well sorry, unless you've a better description, I'm afraid we can't do much." *After Mengele hinted at the idea of tagging her along he was... Immediately against it, he didn't want to baby sit some stuck up princess for the rest of his travels, but then again, so many eyes, his honor was at stake.* "Fine, we can bring her along, maybe she'll be able to point us in the right direction... But if she decides to yammer again... I won't hesitate to leave her in the dust." *He said, picking up her thin body as Mengele was dragging her, holding her in his arms as he went for the exit.*
Alyssa
*She sniffled and wiped her tears, letting out a sigh and then a small forced smile.* "Thank you.."
Loren
``` The Three Musketeers (End)```