Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 289 
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Oct 14, 2023 16:00:37 GMT -5
She lifted her arms and was pulled up by Mikele and her companion. Plopping back onto the bench, Nina perceived the moment as magical as the lightly folding blanket that she put by her side. While her two hosts argued, the traveller focused on breathing. It might be a long day ahead. In a ray of dusty sunlight, the spirit approached her.
Nina kept her eyes on her knees as she replied. Was this the spirit of Naoki's ally?
“You care about them.” Nina whispered.
That mentioning of familiar relationships felt precious, as if through trust the ghost had shared all that it could, given its lack of physical presence. She could see the resemblance. Coming to think of it, that sharing was, too, a very Imilla thing to do. Not even the shock of realizing that this diminutive person had once been human could overwhelm the fuzzy feeling in her chest.
“You were giving advice, yet I could not tell before where you stood.” Nina quietly spoke. “Maybe I do now.”
Trust was a dangerous thing, and a beautiful thing too.
“Any advice for me?”
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Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Oct 19, 2023 19:06:34 GMT -5
Advice? Hmm, advice advice advice. Umm...
Cuate seemed almost flustered. Of course she had advice! There was literally a century of advice in that ectoplasmic noggin' of hers. But, like an untidy room, sometimes it took a bit to find things.
In general? You're fate-bound to absurdities. Learn to laugh a bit. It helps. In time, you'll become stronger and get thick skin. But don't let the tenderest part of you die off. Umm... umm... Oh. Always keep stock of your trump cards, and practice with them if you can. I mean, if you ever become a fighter. You look like you could throw a mean kick if you practice. Though I suppose that's good advice in general, too. Umm, umm...
Coatl and Mikele were still plotting and bickering in the background.
In your darkest minute, when you're on your knees and all hope seems lost, trying yelling "Get up! You might win, dumbass! In your head. Works for me anyways. I've... I've been through a lot. Not that it matters. This time it's your story, not mine.
Nina would, to put it best, feel a wink thrown at her from a friend, though she wouldn't see it.
Mikele will make a far better student of the night than Coatl, but, if you ever need something punched in the face really, really, hard, call us. Speaking of which... *COUGH!*
Mikele and Coatl both turned to Cuate, and then Nina.
Coatl sighed. "Guess I'll be asking around Port Argentium how they want to handle apprenticeships for when kiddos like Itzal start to come of age. That'll give me an excuse to talk to quite literally anyone about anything. Doctors. Stone cutters. Even the Inquisitors themselves. Pretty clever I admit."
"Don't let them give Itzal a real sword." Mikele jabbed her finger into his chest. Then she turned to Nina. "I've already packed a few days worth of dried meat and fruit for us, and a bit of wine and water. You said Grey's not good at wilderness packing but I won't want to overburden us in case he at least makes the effort."
"Take hunting slingshots. And extra rope. And knives." Coatl added.
"Obviously we'll be taking kni-" Mikele blinked. "Hunting slingshots. That's actually a good idea. Oh, and ointment. Oh and maybe a few extra changes of cloth for underwear." Mikele began rummaging around her kitchen.
"Careful. You did say Grey would make an effort."
"You can never have too much emergency cloth. You'll find out if you and Katiana ever decide to have a child that isn't four-legged and fuzzy."
Coatl's nostril hiss was probably audible outside.
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