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Misa	It's a sleepy sort of morning- mist rolls in from the great rivers of the area, keeping a quiet, relaxing pall over the patches of forest and small docks and shrines along the shoreline. Amidst all that Misa is nonetheless hard at work. She's of decidedly average strength, which makes the process of embedding posts with reeds and the like tied around them for practice target purposes deep into the ground of the dirt segment of the courtyard somewhat laborious. She seems to keep on well though- not fatiguing, though it is early. Not far from where she works, a pot of some steaming beverage and a gourd of cold water sit on a small table, sending the scent of tea inland as the mist rolls by- the early morning light just beginning to pierce through the vapour and begin to burn off the visual obstruction.
Raullaur	Through the mist, a tall, broad figure walks, soon resolving itself into the leonine form of Raullaur. Still dressed simply, in linen in leather, the muted sun still seems to gleam gold around him this dawn. "Int'resting place, here," he says, rumbling deep in his chest. "Seems like a test to get here...I bet some people go into the fields for drugs, and then get forced to work them...but if anyone could be tempted by the drugs...do you want to teach them?" He smiles warmly, and looks around. "Heard the rumors you were setting this p, thight I might take a look."
Tiziri	Morning, so often a perfect time for hunters to hunt. A Falcon soars on the morning thermals, circling until suddenly it stoops down and spreads its wings near the school, breaking at the last moment and seeming to almost hover for just a moment as the figure starts to shift into a human shape. A Spear draped over her shoulders as she looks over, seeming a little more feral, shaken than the last time she was here. Her head tilts as she looks over at Raul then too, and then back to Misa. "I am still panicked. I don't know why." She says suddenly.
Misa	Misa stands and straightens up as people approach- judging by her stance when she comes into view, she heard the approach before seeing it. There's recognition as Raullaur becomes confirmed, and she offers him a simple nod before he speaks. "There are any number of paths to get here- it really has very little to do with Great Forks, ultimately. The drug fields end a fair way back. This is simply where I found an abandoned shrine to take over, essentially. Though it did take quite a bit of work to clear the creeping ivy and such." She shrugs, waving that off as she turns to either apprroach her table or greet the approaching falcon- and ultimately, ends up addressing the falcon as she forms herself into the somewhat familiar face of Tiziri. "I do seem to recall that happening when that... other visitor happened by. I will reiterate that you've nothing to fear from me, whatever you may have learned about me then." She glances over her shoulder as she speaks the last comment, eyes ever so slightly ponderous.
Raullaur	The transformation from falcon to woman, well...that gets Raullaur's attention and his eyes widen, and he takes a step forward with his left foot, just in case. But then relaxes as he sees things are not a threat. But then she speaks. Panic? A frown, then as his ears twitch back. "Seems I missed a bit of something...should I know about it? Or something you'd rather keep private?" He nods first to Ardent Vagabond, then Misa. "SOmething wrong, well...that's something that needs to get sorted. Asking aout the styles, the teaching...I can do that a different time."
Tiziri	"You're not why I'm afraid, I know that!" Tiziri says to Misa with the same rather feral, shaken sort of tone. Her eyes are extra wide and her hair seems more messy than last time. Which given how she seems to be a pretty prim and proper sort from her outfit and bearing, probably says a lot on its own. She looks to Raul. "something happened that I don't remember, but I know it happened, and I'm unnerved. Which means something was done. Something! AH! It is frustrating!"
Misa	"It -is- unusual for me to not recall the other person that came by- well, one of the two. There was that fellow with the horse... but yes. The other," Misa muses- a picture of intentional dispassion compared to Tiziri's more open tone of concern, though signs in her stance and tone do suggest she has concerns of her own. "To slide the quick answer out of the way- I teach styles of swordplay rather unlike your own, Raullaur," Misa notes, stepping to the side to more easily look between the two arrivals. "Get something to drink, Tiziri. Lest you pull something with the tension," she suggests, gesturing to the table. "In fact- Raullaur, you as well, please feel free to take a seat if you are here to visit."
Raullaur	Raul makes his way over to the table and takes one of the seats, looking for the sturdiest one as he does have the muscle and stamina of his profession. "Well, I can certainly use new tricks for the sword, so I can give it a try! As for forgetting something and knowing you forgot..." He frowns. "It seems...strange. Did someone steal your memory? How?"
Tiziri	"I have an overly strong suspicion. Something my Shahan-ya warned me of. And it is even more terrifying." Tiziri says, taking deep breaths to try and steel her nerves. "We were visited by a Sidereal. A Chosen of the Maidens. And this is bad! They are the ones who betrayed your kind. Who slaughtered you. Who my kind fled from, and have warred with ever since." She makes her way over towards the gestured towards table, her spear no longer over her shoulders and held more relaxed. She makes kneels down and says, "If it was, we might all be in trouble. I didn't like revealing myself. I just want to explore, see things, not engage in conflicts like this. If I wanted War I would've went to the Caul."
Misa	There's a slow moment where Misa's gaze quite pointedly slides from Tiziri to Raullaur and back as Tiziri speaks of 'Misa's kind' and the like. She exhales slowly, head shaking as she actually steps... away from the table for a moment. She plucks two short practice blades- flexible wood wrapped in reeds, enough to sting and smart when struck with but gentle enough to not do any serious harm without extravagant effort. She offers the hilts thereof to Raullaur as she approaches the table again. "Believe it or not, I am familiar with the term 'Shahan-ya'. I am well-acquainted with someone who could be called that. Though I suspect not the same one- she whom I know would, if anything, encourage embracing the danger you suggest."
Raullaur	Raullaur looks at the practice blades, and nods, before taking them. "Sidereal? Sahan-ya?" His lips pull back slightly to show fangs, before he relaxes again. "I...I do not know whereof you speak, And if these are threats to me and my people...I would know more of them. Is this such a time, such a place, to speak of them? If so, well and good. If not..." He grips the hilt of one of the training blades.
Tiziri	"Don't get me wrong." Tiziri says with her eyes still overly wide, barely blinking. "Mine would likely encourage me to kill the one who made me feel this with as much savagery as I could muster, as an example." She smiles in a slightly unhinged way. "And I do know you can probably understand I am very capable of such brutality." She states. "I am still not my Shahan-ya's mirror. I am what I am." She states. Then, as she pours a drink she sips it before looking to Raullaur and saying. "Shahan-ya, an Elder Lunar, if only in Wisdom. They are respected teachers of the Chosen of Luna. As for Sidereals? They are the Chosen of the Maidens. They are the ones who Betrayed your kind and have manipulated history ever since."
Misa	A slow exhale from Misa as she pours out cups of tea from which steam appears to have dissipated by now- as the mist begins to roll and burn away and clear. "To be clear, I had -not- told Raullaur about myself, though I suspect he can put the pieces together at this juncture," she explains, sipping before continuing. "Though given the things I have aided him with in the past, I more or less had him determined as one thing or another myself. Perhaps presumed more like yourself than myself. But regardless- there is no such person here, and if my memory of that day is correct I think it was fairly convincingly proven I was able to handle... whomever that was. I think you may rest easy, at least for this moment."
Raullaur	"And I have...not deliberately hid what I am. So far, I am useful as a warleader, so the Three are happy to have me here. For the rest..." He gives a nod to Misa, and takes the tea. "Thank you," he says before taking a sip. "Maidens...who are these Maidens? None of them I have heard of, so tell me their tale that I might know."
Tiziri	"Well, congratulations! Now you know!" Tiziri says with a hint of frustration. "At least you know your allies, hopefully." She definitely sounds flustered, unable to process just how she should handle this and feeling almost as frustrated as anything. "You will need friends. Both of you. Me too. GAH! Maybe I should've just gone to the Caul. I could've helped the War and not hid. Instead I'm messing everything up." She is biting her lower lip.
Misa	A slow sigh from Misa, and she shakes her head. "'Messing up' what? Happening to be nearby when this forgotten stranger happened to also challenge me and warrant my taking additional steps to handle the situation? Existing in the same general region as someone who happens to turn gold from time to time? Giving me knowledge I would not otherwise have had?" she questions skeptically. "People like -myself- are not an organizational structure in the same fashion as you or they. I've already a bounty on my head- perhaps moreso than you know, even. What are you so distressed about supposedly making worse, apparently?"
Raullaur	"You still haven't told me /who/ these Maidens are. Only /that/ they are." Raullaur's voice is completely calm, almost serene. But his tail is lashing behind. "And so far, I haven't gotten to learn from those older, experienced. Only faced my trials and then led, for there was no-one else who could." He shakes his head, and sighs. "Still...anyone is welcome to come after me. If they can get me, I deserve to get got."
Tiziri	"Incarnae. Those of Fate. Simialr to Luna and the Unconquered Son. Other powerful gods. Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, and Jupiter." Ardent Vagabond explains to Raul. "They are worshipped world wide. Mistresses of Journies, Joy, War, Endings, and Secrets." She sips her drink again then and sighs softly as she nods to Misa. "Messing up by revealing people, if I hadn't come here to challenge you then she might not have had any reason to be suspicious."
Misa	Misa pauses a long moment, and turns and pushes herself to her feet, looking into the woods that border the north edge of the small shrine and grounds. A slow exhalation. "In essence, Chosen akin to us, but perhaps more associated with Fate than the Sun's might, from what I understand," Misa adds to the explanation. After another pause, she speaks despite not looking at either of the other two. "Allow me to put your influence in context, with a story I do not tell," Misa suggests. Perhaps there's meant to be gravitas, but... she's too soft-spoken to really command attention in any powerful way. "While I will not say where, I drew the so-called second breath deep in the heart of a thriving metropolis- one thoroughly devoted to the Immaculate philosophy, in one fashion or another. Members of my own immediate family were there, and are quite devoted. Likely, even with my considerable prowess in battle, I would have died. I was saved in a risky, life-threatening, daring rescue and escape by someone Tiziri may be aware of. Her name is Sublime Danger, of the Thousand Daiklave Wings. She continued to provide assistance and guidance for this new life- though I suspect she has her own motives, if ones I do not yet understand." "I tell you this because I am already known to those who would hunt me, some of whom are my direct relations. I have been given to a penchant for taking risks to ensure I keep myself at my best and continually improve for when these things inevitably come to call. These dangers will come, one way or another, even recently Raullaur and I engaged in some scouting of an immaculate visiting group. Relax."
Raullaur	Raullaur listens, and then he starts to recite, "In days gone by, when the Heroes of Sun, Moon, and Stars walked the earth..." He looks far more thoguthful. "Perhaps there are more grains of truth to our tribe's ancient stories than I thought." He nods slightly, and then looks to Misa. "It must be terrible to be torn from family. You have my sorrow..." He shakes his head, "But we cannot run scared. be cautious, yes. Be strategic, to fight where, when, and how benefits us. But FEAR NOT!"
Tiziri	"I am aware, but have never met." Tiziri says. "My own Shahan-ya is someone probably even more famous though. The Queen of Fangs." She pauses to let that set in. "A Sorceress who lived before the Betrayal took place. The one who helped stabilize my kind in the aftermath." She purses her lips. "Anyways. Yeah, things are... complicated. If it was a Sidereal, I'm scared. Some of them are just as ancient. the fact we're alive probably means they weren't. But they could have a plan too, maybe there were too many of us to feel safe. Maybe... there is something else at work. Maybe they were afraid. I don't know!" She sips her drink again. "But yes... I have fought off a few different hunts so far. It's always been terrifying, difficult. And while I'm stronger now than the last by far, I'm never going to underestimate one. And if one of Them leads it, it might be too much."
Misa	A glance back at Raullaur with a wry smile. "Fear? I seem to recall our mystery stranger being upset with me for suggesting I welcomed the challenge of some exploratory wyld hunter trying their luck against me," Misa quips, chuckling faintly. "Anyways, Tiziri. I suspect you have less reason for fear than I, even, if you have such... storied support. And the ability to simply become a bird and fly there. And armour you can outright forget. And well... I seem to recall that duel ended amicably. Much like the shahan-yas are hardly a monolith, as the saying goes, perhaps the same goes for 'them'. After all, how many stories feature conflicting prophecies?"
Raullaur	"Fair enough," Raullaur says with a laugh. And then he nods. "I have not known any group to be united. Unless it is ruled by the strong and those loyal follow. I have been hired by one noble to fight another even though both are in the same kingdom. I would be surprised if they do not fight each other, he says. "But until we know more...how do we prepare?"
Tiziri	"It's why I came." Tiziri says as she leans back and looks up to the sky. "Just to talk, figure things out. I could go back to Mahalanka, but I don't want to." Then she quickly looks over to Raul to say, "Mostly, just don't trust anyone you don't know. If you have a bad feeling something happened but aren't sure of the details, know something is odd for real. It's not because your memory is bad." She explains. "I don't know myself, just... know things could get complicated."
Misa	"Glad to see you settling," Misa notes, smiling faintly as she walks back to the table, taking a seat on the bench again as she smooths out her robe. "We do live in the Time of Tumult, as the scholarly sorts say. I think not trusting strangers may be considered fairly recomended even without being... one of us," she muses idly, looking over the other two for a moment. "For what it is worth, I do think whomever we met the other day did not mean anything terrible. I will even admit it was... refreshing, having cause to put forth a more genuine effort in a contest of skill."
Raullaur	"Fair enough. I will keep my eyes out, and see if I can at least remember having holes in my memory. Aside from the ones from having a fun night in the city. As for tumult?" He shrugs. "I'll fight as I need to protect me and mine. And we'll weather this and grow stronger. 'Twill be a joy to pit myself against such a foe."
Tiziri	"I'm definitely just very unnerved. Something about it sets my nerves on edge." Tiziri says. "My feel is very different." She takes a deep breath. "Being ready to fight is a big part of it. It's why we're part of this." She says, "Part of why all of us were chosen, our Patrons knowing we would fight." She explains. But then she takes another deep breath. "Hopefully we don't have to though, it's hard to prepare for an enemy you can't remember."
Misa	"Based upon our first meeting- and the discussion of enjoying stories and experience- perhaps the forgetting itself is putting you out of your comfort? The scholarly mind and the value put on one's own experience... it can be somewhat destabilizing to know one's own experiences are not necessarily sancrosanct?" Misa questions, brow rising a little. She turns to Raullaur, ponderous for a moment. "When is the last time -you- found a proper challenge in a battle, speaking of being prepared? If one knows not what may come, best to simply self-improve, no?"
Raullaur	"At this point...months. A year. Training troops here. Drill. But no real /battles/!" Raullaur grumps and drains the rest of his tea. "Leading men against men is different from the duels and fights I have had without them. I fear I will be rusty."
Misa	"Given wyld hunts typically travel with somewhere between a dozen and a hundred mortal monks- having the troops will hardly be a bad plan. But perhaps I ought to get more... proactive about finding challenges to test one's self with. I'll try to share leads, if need be," Misa suggests, head tilting slightly. "I won't claim to have your sheer physical might but, well... Tiziri may well lend credence to my being capable all the same."
Raullaur	"Strength is not everything," Raullaur says with amusement. "Skill counts for much and, truthfully, I /endure/. Whatever happens, it is difficult to harm me."
Misa	A smirk from Misa, and she nods. "Indeed, but, well. I know my own limits even with my level of skill. Raw physical strength is not one of my strongest suits. Perhaps something I can work on at some juncture." She waves it off. "Perhaps some quiet afternoon we can go about assessing ability, as it were."
Tiziri	Tiziri nods about Misa's comment of her strength. "she is indeed a formidably opponent. I won, but I was sort of cheating." She admits, grinning impish. "And yeah, the hunt tends to send a lot of forces at once, hard to know the right opponent when you're buried." She grins darkly before saying. "Unless your martial art and sorcery focuses on dealing with large armies. It's part of why I've survived when I've been hunted."