Mishizoko

     Temp sighed as he looked around; his head was pounding a little, likely a side effect of having been randomly warped in here. His light green eyes landed on Blade and Rose and he smiled a little, at least he wasn’t alone in here. Storm Fang nudged his companion’s back and Temp looked at him, though his heart sank when he saw that his bow and arrows were missing from the pack on the warg’s back. Blade and Rose began to search for the exit and Temp tagged along, keeping one hand on Strom Fang’s side.     The ranger groaned when they ran into a Kafra who began to rant about what kinds of money they’ve been le

     Blade chuckled softly as Rose sat down and erected a Basilica to protect the sand castle they had built. He looked at the hoard of Crabs and he frowned a little, rapidly running through scenarios and attack patterns in his head. The open beach and possibility of wind blowing it towards the civilians and others on the beach made it so that anything involving poison was out, too much risk. He sighed and decided to return to his Assassin and Assassin Cross roots.     He glanced over his shoulder at Rose briefly before pulling his weapons out from under his t-shirt, having stashed them there despite her asking him to come without them. He

     Blade chuckled as Rose dragged him to the beach, they had decided to come to the festival being held to celebrate their recent engagement. Rose squealed as they watched the people wandering around and enjoying themselves. Blade noticed a few familiar faces but decided to remain with only Rose and leave his friends to their celebrations. His eye landed briefly on Temp who was speaking with Joey, he spotted Gray and Sana behind a table laden with food with Tyr and Hrimfaxi wandering around from table to table in a way that Blade could only describe as prowling.     Rose squeaked and grabbed Blade’s wrist, draggi

Temp growled as he saw the horde of crabs that looked dead set on destroying the sandcastle that Joey had just erected. He whistled and Storm Fang barrelled into the crabs, snapping up several and throwing them away. Though the crabs weren’t at all happy to see the giant black warg and used their pincers on his paws and legs, making Storm Fang yelp in slight pain. “Oi! No one ‘ur’s my frien’.” Temp hissed as he jumped up onto Storm Fang’s back to snag his bow and a quiver of arrows that had been stored in a pack on the warg’s back. The ranger strung the bow and knocked an arrow to the string be