<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Pz0PdJb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alsiel Dalim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347305.msg16352863#msg16352863)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Expedition Camp - Outskirts<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>Lookout duty, Idle banter, Trouble in the distance?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>^"Uh, Als, that scream sounded pretty loud. And close."^ Alsiel's fellow Guardsman reported, to which the man in question sighed and rubbed his face.<br/><br/>"I was hoping to go a day without some kind of calamity, Frederick. Well, shit, I can't very well ignore it. Stay here while I go survey." Alsiel shrugged and reached down to his left hip, drawing his sidearm. On most other Archipelagos, the strange contraption was unfamiliar, although more recently others from Traester made their ways into the world and brought various iterations of what was simply known as a 'gun'. It was a dangerous contraption that could cast spells of the wielder with accelerated speed and force, at ranges most were unprepared to deal with, and usually in ways that caught them off guard.<br/><br/>In Alsiel's case, he kept many of his capabilities hidden, revealing only the simple capacity to shoot in a few ways. If a need arose where he had to defend himself from one of the other clowns in this expedition, it didn't serve him well if they knew how his fighting style worked, or what capabilities he had access to... But right now, he hoped all he would need is the most basic of hid repetoir. Grass shook nearby him and his ally Frederick, and no sooner did he raise the sidearm ready to shoot, did he see a familiar face tear out of the foliage and run toward them, leading him to hold the firearm on standby.<br/><br/>"Nerissa, what in the nine circles is the matter with-" he paused as she stepped on something and tore it, falling forward. He had an internal moral dilemma where he had to decide between catching her or letting her fall. If he caught her, it was a good thing, she might be thankful for it, but then she might give him more presence than he cared to have. On the other hand, if he let her fall, he'd perpetuate his usual surly behavior, he wouldn't have to deal with her, and he'd probably he reprimanded by Frederick for not helping her.<br/><br/>"... Fuck."<br/><br/>He hated being nice, but Nerissa did nothing wrong to make him want to just watch her fall, and so he stepped in front with one srm curling down to help hold her up. "Hold on, there, I've got you and... What fresh hell is t- Oh, is that a Bog-Hoggle? I didn't know they had them this far out here..." His attention went from the foxgirl to the creature on her tail. Frederick approached a moment later and sighed as he could guess what happened.<br/><br/>^"Must have confused her tail for a snack. Come on, little guy, I'll get you something better to eat."^ Fred laughed as he tickled the creature behind its cheeks to make it let go of Nerissa's tail. ^"I'll go feed and release this little guy, and you can handle the damsel, you big charmer."^ Frederick joked, knowing it would make Alsiel very uncomfortable to have to deal with who he described as the sultry, happy-go-lucky priestess.<br/><br/>"Wait, no, don't you da- Frederick! Godsdammit... Ahem... Uh... So, well... Your tail is mostly okay. I think. Some of the fur might have gone missing, but maybe it's still there and just slobbered on..." ... Yeah, consolation was very much not his strong suite. His hand reached down to grab at her tail, giving it a few testing squeezes to make sure there was no blood or anything.