forum The Rivincita Society (Fantasy/Renaissance RP)

Started April 22, 2018 by Deleted user

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(I'm not really sure yet………..I'm figuring it out…………..lol but she has to have some reason to still be involved in the story soooo……………)

Lol k np)

Nyir acknowledged their stares with an eye roll. "This store is sh*t."

Riann looked over at Chiara, sharing the same smirk. She raised a brow, asking her silently if they should ask the girl about it.

Chiara shook her head with a devilish smile, coming over to her boss. “Just in case we need something to hold against her.” She took another handful of nuts from her pocket.

Breeze took her slingshot out of her bag. It was very ornate and had a spot specifically designed to hold her explosives. She adored it, though she felt as if she should pay for it.

"Suona bene." Riann replied, using Italian with Chiara. She usually didn't speak it with anyone, but after spending so much time her, Riann picked up on a few habits.

(How well should Riann and Chiara know each other?)

Chiara nodded, smirking and rolling out a chink in her neck. “I have my ammunition, do you need anything, capo?”

"Too expensive. I can find something cheaper in Dumaria." Riann responded, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

Breeze sighed she put the slingshot back in her bag and pulled out her pouch of herbs. It had everything she had requested. Hemlock, nightshade, snakeroot, belladonna, foxglove, and wolfs bane.

(Maybe they can be pretty close, since Chiara is so distant from everyone I feel like she needs at least one friend. Whatever you think!)

Chiara nodded at this, going up to the counter to pay. “How much?”, she asked, her Italian accent not obviously pronounced but still there.

Aw bye! WAIT—- Danielle like Dani?!?! I’m such an idiot)

( That sounds great! )

Riann looked around, finally settling on a small dagger, the hilt intricately carved and adorned with silver paint. She walked towards another open spot on the counter, setting it down.

"12 talents." The middle aged women said, speaking in a raspy voice. She didn't even bother looking at her customer.
"I could settle for 10." Riann sighed, setting the twelve metal pieces on the wooden counter. She picked up the dagger and slipped it into the leather pouch hanging at her side.

"これら の 人々 は 疑わしい," she muttered under her breath.

“15 silver, 3 gold.”, the woman grunted at Chiara, who narrowed her dark eyes. “One gold, seventeen silver.”, she bargained.

The woman shook her head, and Chiara took out her new dagger, studying it. The woman sighed, paling slightly. “Fine.” Chiara slid the money over the counter and picked up the bag of ammo.

Felix stood guard outside the prince's bedroom, bile rising in his mouth. After everything the royal family did to him, he still worked under their name. It made him want to scream.