<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gs1FVoC.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kashi Acatrinei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347305.msg16352420#msg16352420)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Expedition Camp - Mess Tent > Cecil's tent > On the way back to the center of camp<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>Amelie Van Alt, Kael<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>Cecil's tent<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>Conversing > Going for a brisk run<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"No worries, I don't mind some entertainment for the food,"</strong>Kashi said, a clear teasing tone that she didn't seem to worry if would be missed.<br/><br/>Listening to Amelie, any suspicions that she was a fraud were long gone. There was no doubt that the woman in front of her was in fact titled, not that she's really believed otherwise. The overly philosophical way of talking, there was no doubt she came from a furnished home. Not that Kashi minded it in the slightest - In a sense, she saw herself above class. A bit self-indulgent, sure, but she didn't care in the slightest. She was raised to see those from higher places as walking money-bags, just like the peasantry - The only real differentiator was the size of their purse. Though she'd abandoned much of it, that part stuck, that class only really meant more money, she wasn't going to bow down and lick boots, if she got herself in that situation in the first place, she'd already have an out ready.<br/><br/>In conclusion, Kashi doubted that Amelie was there as a tourist, and that was good enough for her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The strike of thunder was enough to shake what little was left of Kashi's bread off the table and on to the floor. She debated picking it back up, but ultimately didn't. Her act was interrupted by the weather picking up, and the blaze roaring outside. She looked to the others around the table, and gave an agreeing nod towards Amelie.<br/><br/><strong>"Looks like it."</strong><br/><br/>She quickly slipped out of the bench she'd been sat upon, and bounced up on her feet. She didn't have her bag unfortunately, so she was left with two spells, carefully tucked into her sleeves. One that favored the current weather, and one that didn't. So, in truth, she had one spell, so she'd have to make it count until she could get her bag. It had been a bit foolish to leave her only real weapon behind, but she hadn't expected a surprise assault on the camp.<strong>"I need my bag, I'll get back here when I get it."</strong><br/><br/>With that, she split off. She was quick on her feet, but the quickly muddying ground and the heavy rain slowed her down. Still, she was able to maneuver carefully between any major threats, as well as the main groupings of people from the camp. Those were the obvious targets after all. Her brief sprint came to a sudden halt when two of the monsters stood in her way. The ground caused her to nearly slip, though she narrowly regained her footing. She bit her lip, adjusted her footing a little, and wiped some splashed up mud from her cheek, before fishing out the usable spell. The paper was a bit soggy from the rain, but a quick inspection proved that it was still completely readable. "O note in the dark, explode", written elegantly in runic.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's see what you got then, you ugly fucks,"</strong>she overconfidently taunted, gauging the two. When she finally kicked off in a full sprint towards them, they started moving as well, towards her. They were conveniently close, so when the first of the two raised its lengthy, hacked together sword, she narrowly dodged under its armpit, sticking her paper to the hip of the monster, gliding her finger across it as she let go. The paper immediately sucked up to the monster, and started to eerily glow in a bright golden light, followed by a high-pitched screech, and finally, a loud explosion that threatened to rupture her eardrums and left her ears ringing. It had worked out as she hoped though - Looking back, her main target had turned into red mist, with parts of its torso and legs split apart. The other one had a massive gap in its hip, and lost one of its legs, still screeching after her as it tried to get up using the spiked club it carried. Good enough, one disabled and one dead. The path to Cecil's tent was clear - She quickly slipped inside and grabbed the heavy leather shoulder-bag, swung it over her shoulder, and got back out.<br/><br/>What paper she had was valuable, so Kashi didn't want to risk wasting it. Thankfully, with the immediate danger bleeding out a few meters ahead of her, and the other turned into a not so pleasant look on the slippery ground, Kashi carefully ran around the wounded one, leaving it to die on its own, and started the trip back to the center of camp. The worst part of the whole alteraction so far was that she'd have to do laundry again.