A Good Role Model (Genesis/Open)

It would be an awful shame to spend such a wonderful day inside, that much people all around the town could agree on. With the lack of clouds in the sky and temperature stabilizing at the pleasant warmth, just about every street was bustling with life. That was Magnolia for you, one of the few places that could be like this no matter the situation. Noheme felt the pull of natural beauty as well, drawn out of her hiding after a very long time. Seeing this place again, with the guild sitting in its center… it was strangely nostalgic, despite everything that has happened.

And so the woman moved across the rooftops, not interested in tearing her way through the numerous crowds down below. Her form was hidden beneath the light brown cloak, tattered toward its end. Though it still did a fine job of making her appear like a mysterious figure that did not wish her identity to be revealed. It took so little force to hop from one roof to another, the warm surface feeling rather pleasant on the girl’s feet. Finally, she was on the market. Or rather, above it. Not quite feeling like going down there at the moment, she seated herself at the edge of one of the building.

Sometimes she felt like a child, dangling her bare legs over the heads of many different people walking down below while the rest of her form remained hidden, only a few green and orange locks of hair escaping from the hood and dancing in the light breeze. But something caught her attention, as one could expect in a place like this. A boy causing a scene, young redhead by the looks of it. He certainly managed to capture the huntress’ attention, who laughed softly into the wind as she watched the whole scene unfold.

Though she was ready to leap down there and take action of an actual fight were to break out, it seemed that she didn’t need to worry in the first place. While the boy ran off, there was another, much smaller figure that was at the scene. And even from this far above, she caught a bit of it.  “Brother…” There was something… Despite the boy not using any powers, Noheme felt magical energy out of him. As if drawn by some mysterious force, she got up onto her own two feet again and moved.

It was not difficult following the duo down on the streets, the open roofs creating an easy environment for her to move through. Eventually, they stopped near the guild hall. Perhaps it was work of fate? Those two were far from someone who would easily fit among the people of this city. But if they possessed a talent for magic, then they could become valued assets for the guild. Though there was the question if they would even be willing to join one. Giggling to herself, Noheme would finally leap off the building and gently glide towards the ground, as if some mysterious force was preventing her from hitting the ground too hard.

Letting the hood slip off to reveal her green and orange hair, along with a pair of fluffy fox ears, her sharp eyes gazed at the duo as she slowly approached them. A grin adorned her face, not even remotely hiding her mischievous attitude. “A troublemaker. What a perfect fit for the guild.” In Noheme’s usual fashion, she also had no respect for any sort of personal space, suddenly sidestepping behind the boy and embracing him from behind, her hands feeling him up all across his chest through his clothes.

“I don’t believe I’ve caught your name, boy. And your… sister’s…” With that, her eyes moved over to look over the young girl. In fact, she looked a bit too young to be this one’s sister. Though she wasn’t about to judge. She was certainly looking forward to getting to know them both. Provided they would not be too scarred by her introduction just now. Most people were, seeing how Noheme was very touchy in this way. And dangerous to those who dared to overstep the huntress’ boundaries.

((MIDIAN LANGUAGE))

”Midi!”
“Midi!”
“His Majesty’s Reign!”
“His Majesty’s Reign!”
“Thousands of years of happy reign be thine!”
“Thousands of years of happy reign be thine!”
“Rule on, my lord, till what are pebbles now!”
“Rule on, my lord, till what are pebbles now!”
“By age united to mighty rocks shall grow!”
“By age united to mighty rocks shall grow!”
“Whose venerable sides the moss doth line!”
“Whose venerable sides the moss doth line!”

((END MIDIAN LANGUAGE))

Strangely enough, the boy did not have much of a reaction to the Huntress. And, well, the reaction that was there was rather… odd, to say the least. So all in all, this one most certainly did not have a warrior’s spirit inside of him, else he would have retaliated already. Not that such a thing could not be developed down the road. For now, the girl’s evaluation was mostly done. “Your muscle structure could use some… work.” He was no Aztec God of fitness, that much was pretty obvious.

The even younger girl joined the conversation as well, though the huntress could very easily smell fear, or something akin to it, from her. This was suboptimal, to say the least. With a sigh, Noheme would wrap her hands roughly around the boy’s belly and press her chest firmly against his back. “Now then…” and without any warning what so ever, she performed a perfect suplex, driving the boy’s head into the floor behind her as she loosened her grip onto him and rolled to the side. “You’re less guarded than a freshly born baby. That will do favors to no one…”

That was the boy dealt with, potentially for up to a few minutes depending on how sturdy his skull was. The girl also interested Noheme, so she was next. Though, for obvious reasons, she was not about to do the same to her. Instead, she squatted down and looked the child over. “I’ve heard you earlier. Seems that you can barely read. I suppose that is more than most members of my tribe can do, but still… the guild’s library should help with that. So tell me, you and your brother over there… you two are mages, correct?”