"This is New, Right?"
1.8 – A Raven's goes Barhopping
This… this was something important, something new. It was a lead; something to follow up on. A white-haired girl, dressed in a way that seemed oddly familiar yet triggered some form of loving rage, acting in ways that you could recognize - and spoke with an accent similar to your own? It coincided with what you had known, discovered – you had a sister,
sisters.
Tightly grasping that thought, closing your eyes crossing your hands in your lap as you sit there on that bench, and smile. You would
not let that memory, that one previous thought of yourself and your identity, fade away or be forgotten like so many other realizations had been today and yesterday as you ran from danger, your mind in a constant state between consciousness to unconsciousness.
And so, you sit, smiling, dedicating the fact you had sisters to memory. You could even, somewhat forcefully and headaches inducingly, pull up faint memories.
A somewhat devious Laugh…
A subtly encouraged grin…
An Innocent Smile, which you sought to preserve…
Faces you could recall, voices you could scarcely hear over the roar in the back of you mind –
Wincing in pain, you rub the back of your head. Thinking any deeper, trying to recall anything else… it would just hurt more. You already had a splitting headache that had begun to make it harder to think; you needed no more issues for the moment, especially ones that may leave you writhing around in pain. It appeared that whatever blue flames healed you earlier didn't extended to headaches.
Your current theory was it did so to annoy you; it was better than the darker alternative, that your memory loss and the blue flame's were linked. A somewhat easily arisen to conclusion, and one you couldn't exclude. But it was also one you didn't want to dwell upon at the moment.
No, right now, your first priority was visiting the Dancing Canvas – which, according to its description, it was quite surprising you hadn't seen yet – and search for the person Robert had told you about. If you knew her-
-if she knows me-
-then perhaps several of many questions could be answered. Chief amongst them being the giant murderous wyvern/dragon…. That Robert had only mentioned as nearing nearby and as already having attacked the village, having been driven off. Hm.
Yes, you needed to ask him about that next time you saw him. Because otherwise… perhaps you had been misinterpreting the hardiness, the wear and tear of the townsfolk in the now mostly empty street…
A single glance towards the mountains confirmed the sun was beginning to set, and that thoughts as those wouldn't suffice for the moment. No, right now, you needed a plan. You already had one, of course – try to find the person you felt was you sister, and even if you couldn't, settle down for the night somewhere.
Setting off towards the right side of town – asking a woman walking down the street for direction as you did so – you think of alternative goals, plans to act upon if one failed. What an odd glare the woman had given you at the Inn's name….
Now, back to the plan.
The likelihood of not finding your sister was uncomfortably large; as was the margin of error for finding out she was, in fact, not your sister or didn't even know you. You were willing to accept that. Yet you also needed to plan ahead in case of that scenario's occurrence.
You needed money; you knew that as a fact. While you were not, in fact, adverse to sleeping on the ground yet again, you were far less adverse to sleeping in a bed. If you could not find your sister, and if she did not have any kind of easily sustainable money
– a thought for another time; how did she have money? What condition was she in?- you would seek work, however temporary, in the one place you knew according to Robert as
'Always seeking workers', though you clearly paraphrasing. You didn't feel like flattering yourself in your own mind; such a thing led to egos too large for one's own good.
And speaking of the establishment in question….
"May as well see what you have in store for me, huh?" You said, staring at the admittedly impressive 'building'. Barely three floors high, the building was impressive; reminding you of a sprawling Gothic manor in overall design.
If said Gothic manor was made of tents and colorful, inflated cloth, with a wide open entrance from which you could hear a few hearty men's laughter. How on earth did it possess windows? This… this was something you needed to chalk up to 'A wizard did it.' and think no deeper on, didn't you?
Stepping forward to the largest tent, which had vaguely door-shaped flaps that were opened to a slight degree, you enter the Dancing Canvas. And as you do, a single thought comes to mind, slipping out and to your tongue.
"Robert… You're a pervert, aren't you?"
The waitress and barmaids were all somewhat scantily clad, revealing far more cleavage than one would consider decent, and bore short skirts. It wasn't something one would consider truly outrageous or more than mildly indecent, but regardless… it kind of left you at the entrance, frozen in a numb shock. Never mind the nice scent in the air, the dark wooden boards making the floor, the actually nice looking walls and pillars made from a material you couldn't identify and built at the borders of where this tent connected with others…
There was just a blind, almost immaterial rage when looking at those women's clothing and connecting it with your sister. Why did it feel so… right, when you did so?
[X] Ok, maybe your plan needed to change…. [Write In]
[X] Try asking around to see if anyone has found any signs of your sister, or someone matching her description. Then, reconsider your plan to find work here…
[X] Maybe it isn't as bad as it looks? Hopefully search for your sister and a job if you cannot find her
[X] Write in
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Ya, I… I'm getting more than a bit burned out. Writing this took far, FAR too long. Also, Magical Hooters with the same dress sense as Laquita?
Also, I kind of lied. I thought this was going to be far larger. Then I realized I was effectively removing choices from you guys and throwing a single-lined narrative into the quest, and removed about 2k words from the chapter for future use, and was still burned out. I think I need to find something new to rant about to get myself back on track with the quest…
