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[Completed]THE SVARTÁLFAR’S CURSE; Petrification disease caused by local mythical creature? Geanna, Mizaki, Aiza, AJ, Haku, Ken
Topic Started: Mar 14 2015, 03:57 AM (1,421 Views)
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The man that came in just as Geanna was about to leave turned out to be a hunter. His name was Aiza Arizu.

Arizu… Something about that name sounded familiar to Geanna. She could not help but feel that she knows that family name from somewhere. Could it be an associate of her father’s? Maybe. She doesn’t quite remember. Geanna’s father happens to own a sizable pharmaceutical company in Zaban City. Her father had contracts with many hunters that he hires to get him ingredients and whatnot for the medicines that their company produces. So it wouldn’t be strange if this hunter was connected to their family that way. Another could be as a shareholder of the company. The business was no joke. It produced medicines of the widest variety from health supplements, to fever and cough staples, to breakthrough vaccines of various diseases. The company has a wide reaching market in every continent all around the world and thus attracted many investors. Could that family be one of those investors? Geanna didn’t bother asking though because the point was irrelevant. She’ll get to the bottom of the identity of this man soon enough. Though he certainly does look capable enough to be a hunter, one can never trust a claim by mere word. People who are foolish enough to do so often end up in undesirable circumstances. Geanna knew better. He was right, however, that going out alone into the deep dark woods at night with an unidentified creature stalking the surroundings was utter insanity. He had offered that they accompany each other since both had the same objective of investigating whatever was out there. It sounded like a good deal and she was about ready to accept the offer when he opened his mouth and questioned her ability to protect herself. Geanna felt a little insulted. With one eyebrow raised, she could feel her temper slowly warming her face. She may not have been the best nen-user amongst her siblings and her hatsu may not exactly be suited for combat but by God she was of the Wingstrife Clan! She was trained by the world’s best nen-experts! How dare he treat her like a defenseless child.

But then, he laughed. That caught her by surprise. The way he looked as he was about to exit through the door, with eyes that somehow tried to hide concern echoed within Geanna. That made her feel that it’s okay to trust him. She will be safe. The tattoo housing the spirit of her brother felt warm for a moment. She discretely touched the spot with her hand and prayed. “Oh, brother, I hope I’m not wrong in trusting this guy.”

"So, what do you say we look into this mess?" he had said. Gathering what little things she still had, she stood and followed him out the door with the man (boy) who had brought her to the village tailing closely behind them.

[OOC: Eh… okay… So Geanna is a very impressionable young lady. I’m going to be using this tidbit as a springboard to her wanting to become a hunter.]
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"Wintrow, I found someone alive, albeit apparently debilitated and sick, although it's unlikely that his suffering from the disease responsible for the petrification of the rest of the villagers and also a total of thirty-seven petrified corpses in seven of the eleven farmhouses nearby; we can, thus, assuming a constant average of five point two occupants per house, estimate that fifty-seven people have been affected by the illness in this area exclusively" he announced gloomily as he entered the room, carrying the elderly man on his back, where he found his cousin writing an entry on a notebook. Helping the tearful aged man to sit on a wooden chair, he patiently waited for him to cease sobbing; he refused any assistance the medical student could provide and started to, in a frail voice, recount his story.

Half an hour passed and both Wintrow and Mizaki took notes on the confusing narrative, recurrently interrupted by sobs and mournings at the apparent death of his loved ones, which further augmented Mizaki's grief and dolefulness at the sight of the annihilation of human life in this settlement, moreover enhanced by the certainty this was not an isolated case; he, however, mantained his calm to properly analyze the situation and regularly asked questions to attempt to gather additional relevant information that could be used to comprehend and hopefully control the epidemy.

Yushiro had left the village alone for approximately forty-eight hours, roughly sixty hours ago, to visit a physician who was staying in a settlement where his brother-in-law lived; he had left in an healthy physical condition and due to a moderate toothache and, as the distance between the two villages could be covered, riding in a donkey, within a few hours and because agricultural work had demanded the presence of the rest of the family in the farmhouse, he had departed unaccompanied in the early morning. After three hours he arrived as expected at the nearby village, where he was treated and spent the night at his relative's house, departing the following day at mid-afternoon and reached his village, delayed by the heavy rain forcing him to stop and rest under a large tree, only at late night. Yushiro had deemed the complete silence surrounding the village strange, yet, without giving it much thought and assuming it was due to the late hour, at which none of the inhabitants were usually awake, entered his home, prepared a meal for himself in the kitchen, not wanting to wake up his wife or grandchildren (his daughter and her husband had died due to a disease a few years later, he had added, tears overflowing his eyes). However, as he entered the room, he found his wife in her bed, completely petrified; he had become immensily confused and scoured the room in search of his beloved grandchildren and found them in the same state - as confusion was replaced by sheer terror and horror at the realization he was not dreaming, he had visited every farmhouse on the village and found every inhabitant turned into stone until he emotionally collapsed as he sat on the chair where Mizaki had found him and there remained, mourning his loss and unsure what to do but to wait for help as they arrived.

"Could you please indicate us the way to the village where your relative lives?" Mizaki asked sympathetically as he entered the room after Wintrow had concluded to examine him after he recounted his story "Unfortunately, we must leave to stop this epidemy from spreading anywhere else; you certainly have enough food and I'd advise you to look after yourself until we return and hopefully find a cure to the sickness, but if you wish to accompany us, you can do so, although we cannot be delayed as conceivably we'll find your brother-in-law with whom you can stay until this matter is resolved" he continued, warmly.

Accompanied by Yushiro, the pair followed on foot the elderly man on horseback, whose resolve to help them and combat the sickness made him push the old horse, used to agricultural work rather than covering long distances quickly, to a decent and steady trot whose velocity they were able to match with considerable effort and which he was unsure whether they could mantain until they reached the much larger town, concluding it could be necessary for them to stop at least once during the journey.
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"Here we go..." Into the darkness. Aiza turned and headed out into the inky black of the shadowy forest, grabbing a fire torch as he left, with his new party of investigators in tow. It appeared he'd become the de-facto leader of the group, probably for no reason other than the fact most of them were considerably younger than himself. At least that's the way it appeared. Aiza had taken to growing out his beard fully recently. Although he would ordinarily have it trimmed into a cleaner shape, it had grown unkempt whilst out in the wild. It aged him somewhat, gave him a fatherly look about him. Like some sort of shrouded pied-piper, Aiza led them out of the medical room in single file; his dark attire flowing gracefully in the cold breeze behind him as he walked. The twisted and gnarled branches ahead of him swayed ominously in the breeze, their silhouette's like an assembly of dark apparitions in the night. This was Aiza's domain. The darkness was his ally. Having experienced unimaginable horrors underground and even at the hands of his own hatsu, these types of situations didn't faze him in the slightest anymore. Though, then again, this wasn't necessarily the spookiest setting. The fact that it was a somewhat stereotypical setting of horror stories, probably detracted from the ordinarily chilling atmosphere.

It got increasingly darker as the group headed further into the forest. This surprised Aiza. It was already near enough pitch-black when they first entered the darkness, he realized it was possible to get much darker however. In such a rural area, light pollution was non-existent and, with nobody lighting the lanterns around the forest due to the so called "Svartalfar", the forest was completely devoid of light. Even Aiza's sharpened eyes were struggling to make out the figures of the trees, beyond the light of the fire was near enough black. Not to mention, frankly, they didn't even know what they were really looking for. Aiza suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Wait." A noise, followed by a strange clicking and hissing. Aiza began to turn as he walked, shining the light all around in the hopes that he could get some sort view on what exactly was lurking in the shadows.
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" Fibrotic tissue dysplasia with focus of calcification, seemingly centripetal progression, greywish white appearance, sclerosis and cifosis on lombar vertebral chord, stony consistency" Wintrow had began with a draft of what he could observe, appendicular skeleton presentend tumephacious growings while axial alterations consistend on torsion of the usual orientation. " Rigor mortis is excluded as the cause of this rigidity" The doctor was having hard times finding suitable words to discribe the macroscopic review, there were far too many things wrong. " They seem like they were twisted from the inside, bones have grown against tissue, left life slowly to turn into these distorted statues" He looked around, " So many..." They had just arrived at past the peak of the nightmare, " Their death was transformation on something life could not tolerate" Their expressions would maintain for ages, " Agony, fear, defeat" They were easilly read. He grinned darkly at him " this would be a interesting case to discuss in class, but in the field this is plane madman work" The coldest heart would be the the main requirements for psot-mortem examination. For the patienti himself, doctors could not work anymore, only to provide peace to the living, and "to for science of course" The doctor tried to cheer himself up. This scenario was one of those that Wintrow had to be strong and rational, he had his little cousin here, he could not afford to get sensitive. " At least I can keep him safe " Wintrow proceded to preassure the now ball pointed pencil to draw the defining lines for the curving spinal cord, he didn't have much time. " I may as well take a look in everyone here, and take them as sample to a pilot study " Searching for tools that Mizaki had brought, he found himself thinkin " Ngl broughts this on itself, with their no technology policy. If anything had happened anywhere else in the world, there would have already be a prevention plan, restricted areas, teams and teams of researchers" Wintrow said outloud, while pacing around other corpses, quick eye to spot any irregularities. " There's no pattern" They had expected from this distribution and region, and now because it affected people from any age, to be infectious. " I can't feel anytihing" The doctor could not name it but if this was an epidemy, he could tell from his hands. There was a shif whenhe entered a room, "Animosity" He was sure those little cels he loved to study did not have feelings, but they could teel when Wintrow was close. Wintrow breathed out and stared to the windows. " Empty, this feels empty" The young hunter resumed his work.

A door opened wide and Mizaki was carrying an old man on his back. "Wintrow, I found someone alive, albeit apparently debilitated and sick, although it's unlikely that his suffering from the disease responsible for the petrification of the rest of the villagers and also a total of thirty-seven petrified corpses in seven of the eleven farmhouses nearby; we can, thus, assuming a constant average of five point two occupants per house, estimate that fifty-seven people have been affected by the illness in this area exclusively" " He hurried immediately and brought a chair. " I'm coming" He didn't have nor the typical white coat nor the stethoscope, how the hell would they believe him? " Hello, my name is Wintrow Belleren, to be doctor, ?" Wintrow had crouched to in the front of the old man, clearly in pain, he could tell it wasn't ache, it was plain stinging pain. He smiled but ignored hie remained. " Is there anything I can do for you?" While engaging in this firsct contact, Wintrow had reached for the man's wrist, tachicardy as expected from the emotional change but rythmic beating. Squinted red eyes and a red fac wet in tears brought the nicest and most empathic version of the doctor. He reached for his pale shaking hands, gloved, and joined both while staring directly to the man's eye, when they met Wintrow's, he held a serious but friendly glance, respecting the elder's time to recover. " A great, great disaster, I.... I could not know, did not know, how could they? Even the little ones" Puting his hands on his face, Wintrow quickly exchange glances between with Mizaki. " Are they your family Mr...." Hands tight on his legs, he answered " Yushiro" Cleaning his voice, he was calmer now. " Mr. Yoshiro, how do you feel?" "I'm good son, i'm good, " Looking away to the window, Wintrow knew he was about to remember something " I found them like that, I had been...." The history followed, Wintrow was taking notes, but he mainly kept asking the questions, and adding some " i see" or " hum hum" for the stoy to flow. His speech was confusing and not very ordered, Wintrow sometimes had to recheck what he saw, but bit by bit they were getting somwhere.

History unfolded, he had visited another village, these were good news since there was a place the old man could be left, and when he came back he had found everyone in the village in the same state. Wintrow asked around vague symptoms and gave some water for the man to drink, "heavy emotions like this would have turned up the rythm of the heart of any city elder, but he seems quite sturdy" After that, Wintrow loked for his hands, remembering the pictures and what he had noted on the corpses. Thei fingers were arrranged differently and many were crossed in tension, " Fine movement and flexibility, and a unrelatated pain" WIntrow had chosen to say out loud medical names, he needed to get credibility from the elder. He asked him to undress himself,careful observation revelled nothing more than a good old body tanne dby the sun and forced to work, the articulations were a bit rusty. After the chatting, eveyrone agreed they sould go to the other city, for both to check and to gather clues. The man had voluntereed himself to show and picked a horse. Offering, both Mozaki and Wintrow declined since it'd be easier to react by foot. Moments of silence, while preparing things, were interrupted by sobbing and they would stop and cnfort. They were still on their way
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As they left the man who seemed to demand leadership in his demeanor alone picked up a light source which was cool but, with it being as dark as the other side of the moon, it would give up their location to any they cross. "My names Aj by the way, i dont think ive introduced myself" he said in hopes of starting conversation it seemed mr. leader was too busy to respond so he turn to Geanna "You know i've had an encounter with the things that lurk in the forest at night, lost my whole crew thinking back all i could tell you was that they were kids and this one weird looking guy seemed to be the Alpha or something". Aj walked throw the forest without a hitch he didn't need to duck under the branches nor did he have to worry about his clothes getting dirty since they already looked the part. The man looked the part, the only think that threw him off was the ungroomed beard that covered his face gave him the look of a cavemen he might have be wrong about this guy coming from riches but he hadn't judged wrong on that type of thing before.


"Wait." the man said Aj halted but not without adding a slick remark "so we have to do as you say now, also we are sticking out like a sore thumb like sleeping ducks in a meadow waiting to be eaten" Aj said as nonchalant as possible. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude or poop on anyone's head but if they were being followed or watched they had already been located since the 'leader' had they surroundings lit like the 4th of july. "Lets just hope whom ever they are, are friendly" aj spoke once more before ducking behind Jake he had to admit after last night he was a little scared.
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From the same direction that Aiza, AJ and Geanna heard a strange clicking and hissing, there was a strange almost formulated giggling. "Aha ahahaahha hahahaha hahahahaaah ha aahahahah", it wasn't like a normal laugh, it was closer to it giggling that tune specifically on purpose. As Aiza shined the light to his right he would see nothing but hear a bush next to it rustling. For less than a second he was able to perceive a small, only a little bigger than baby size dirty hand come from the bushes and before Aiza could react the light got snatched out of his hands and Geanna felt something touch her arm but wasn't hurt.


Some more formulated giggling and foot steps that ran the direction that Geanna, AJ and Aiza came from were heard. Was it planning to get to the healer's hut? Small animals that were sleeping awakened and fled as fast as they could. The being that they weren't able to perceive jumped and traveled through the trees and birds fleeing betrayed that someone was actually there.

Meanwhile during the traveling of Wintrow and Mizaki they would stumble upon a long bearded half naked man lying on the ground, seeming to be asleep but as soon as they got in a ten meter radius he shot up quickly ready to fight the intruder. When he came eye with them his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Yushiro's face lost all emotion. Ahaaahaa", he cleared his throat for a second. He hadn't spoken in a long time. "You aren't supposed to be here! It's dangerous, you know the Svartalfar lingers around. They will get you if you don't go back to the civilization", he said in a low, panicked voice.

Yushiro sighed. "I'm only here because I have been banned from my village, but the Svartalfar won't get me. They don't want to punish me since I'm not in society and have been good Here. I'd advise you to go right now.", the guy was completely panicked but Yushiro put an immediate stop to it. "We are going to the village right now, thank you for your concern", he said sternly while continuing to ride his horse and leading the way for Wintrow and Mizaki. The abandoned man looked a little more calmed now and didn't respond anymore to that.

Yushiro quickened the pace of his horse and lead Wintrow and Mizaki faster in comparison to the below comfortable pace he had relaxed on before.
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Geanna cautiously followed their de facto leader, trailing not far behind him. This was because he was carrying the only light they had.

Upon exiting the healer’s hut, the man had grabbed the nearest detachable light source which happened to be one of the fire torches resting on metal holders on either side of the healer hut door. Taking care not to burn himself nor let the fire go out, he authoritatively walked towards the forest.

Geanna now looked around her. With the dim light a torch could produce, she was only able to make out the shapes and shadows of objects a few meters around them. They were now surrounded by trees of different shapes and sizes, some looking spooky in the eerie light of the dancing flame. Coupled with the sounds the wind made with the leaves and the branches, as well as those of the nocturnal animals, Geanna’s hairs began to stand on end. This definitely looked like the perfect setup for some spectral activity. Her mind started thinking of witches’ faces peering at them from behind some tree or some ghostly man standing still as death himself in the hollow of a tree. Her heart began to race and she hastened her pace to be nearer to the more reliable man. She did not, of course, make her fear known. She was more prideful than that. Most people would think that the fear of the supernatural was one that is very illogical. That is because most people have not been through what she did. She was quite familiar with what the wrath of a deceased entity can do. A long time ago, Geanna had come across the spirit of a woman who was raped and salvaged. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned felt like an understatement after that. The physical scars may have healed but her mental scars have still yet to disappear.

The trio walked a little ways deeper into the forest when Aiza suddenly stopped. Good thing Geanna was still a little ways away from him else she would have smacked right into his back. Geanna wanted to ask him what was the matter but the look of deep concentration etched on his face prompted her to do the same. Concentrating, she could hear a hissing and clicking sound from somewhere out in the darkness. Her muscles tensed with the prospect of danger fast becoming at hand. Her Holler tattoo warming her skin, the soul of her protective brother begged to be released.

Aiza was now circling the small space they were in, trying to shed light to every corner to see where the disturbance was from. A strong wind blew past and the light from the torch dimmed, almost dying. It was then that more of the otherworldly laughter reminiscent of the one she heard on the riverbank that afternoon echoed throughout. At this point, Geanna wished she still had her batons but sadly her weapons were washed away by the stormy sea along with the majority of her belongings. She crouched down and picked up the largest rocks she could find-- anything that can serve as a weapon for the time being in-case she needed it. He internally hoped that the years of martial arts training will serve their purpose now. Her grip tightened on the fist-sized rock she held on her right hand and she narrowed her eyes hoping to somewhat dispel the darkness even just a little. A little warning can go a long way in combat.

She then noticed Aiza abruptly turning to his right as if he was sure that the source of the sound came from that direction. Nothing. Or so he must have thought. Geanna clearly saw what looked like the hand of a toddler though infinitely paler with the bluish shade of death stretch out from the trees and try to snatch the light away from him. Despite looking like it belonged to a helpless child, it was strong enough to knock the torch from the grip of a grown man. It fell to the ground with the light extinguishing midway. At the same moment they were plunged into complete darkness, Geanna felt another toddler’s hand grab her arm. She screamed with all her might at the direction at which she assumed the owner of the hand was, hoping to stun it with her shrill shout. She must’ve succeeded because the hand drew away and she immediately stepped back several steps still futilely trying to sense where everyone and everything was. She threw the rock she was holding on her right hand at the same direction and transferred the smaller ones she held on her left in preparation of flinging another projectile at the next opponent.

Geanna now stopped and listened, urging her breathing and heartbeat to calm down. Now that their sense of sight was useless, they had to rely on their other senses to some extent. This was then that she heard a second round of giggling all around them. She could now hear her companions' movements in the dark. One of them must’ve taken something out; probably a weapon. Then she heard the creaking of tree branches and the rustling of leaves. It sounded similar to when monkeys jumped from tree to tree only these monkeys had the propensity for childish laughter. Geanna turned to that direction and realized that whatever it was was now headed straight for the village!

“No!” Geanna shouted but was powerless to run after the fiend/s seeing as she would only go stumbling in the dark. “We can’t let that-- that thing get to those poor people!” she cried towards the direction she assumed her companions were at.
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Mizaki murmured a warning to Wintrow concerning the half-naked man laying on the dirt a few metres on ahead of the path they were following; a nod was the answer his words met, ensuring him his cousin was aware of the possible threat yet wanted to, if possible, ask him a few questions. Yushiro, immediatly upon he glanced at him, understood their intentions and reined in his spotted saddle mount as the long bearded man suddenly jumped to his feet as if to defend himself against them. As the elderly man glanced at him, Mizaki could watch his tearful eyes and morose expression to fade and to be replaced by an apathetic one; considering he was likely suffering from one or various mental ilnesses when his eyes widened and mouth fell open as he saw them and cleaned his throat to produce a speech that furthermore convinced himself of his theory, Mizaki would ignore him if it weren't for the relevant mythological reference that intrigued him; whereas he decided he was seemingly harmless, not trusting that madmen were merely who they appeared to be, Mizaki's caution did not waver.

Affirming he had been banned from his village, the man appeared to be convinced that the svartalfar would not punish him because he wasn't integrated in a society and his actions did not made him deserve punishment by them delivered; as he, in a panicked voice advised them to go, yet not where to, Mizaki wondered what would be the this man's diagnosis if he were examined by a psychiatrist. Yushiro was, however, efficient in dealing with the madman: a stern statement and glance sufficed to calm him; not consulting either him or Wintrow, he pushed his horse to a fast trot, forcing the pair to immediatly move as not to be left behind. Mizaki concluded that to ask him a few more questions would likely yield no practical result and their validity was not guarenteed; in fact, it would be safer to assume whatever he said did not correspond to reality and thus this decision probably had meant they had avoided unnecessarily wasting time.

After a forty-five minutes' journey during which the trio stopped only once to rest for a few minutes, the exhausted cousins, who had been forced to sprint for several kilometeres without stopping in order to accompany the elderly man seemingly as tired as themselves, eventually approached the settlement. Yushiro dismounted his horse and they rested for a few seconds to catch their breaths before he decidely and without saying a word led them to what he assumed to be his relative's house. Mizaki could not refrain from envying and hide his bewilderment at the man's psychological resilience; having witnessed the death of his family, friends and every member of his community, which in a rural area as this one held a great relevance to its members, merely a few hours ago, his determination in vengeance was focused on the sickness itself, leading Mizaki to wonder whether he did not possess a dim hope that the process was reversible; he, nevertheless knew that this wasn't the case: those lives had been lost due to it. However, he did not intend any others to succumb to the same fate.
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Despite his eyes scanning the area over and over again, whilst he continued to flare the torch in various directions. Nothing. The clicking and hissing noises ceased for a moment. "Hmph..." Turning slowly, Aiza was ready to give his companions the "all clear" when all of a sudden the light was batted from his hand. "Shit..." He hissed. Turning rapidly in the direction his torch, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of an icy blue hand in the darkness. Just as soon as it entered his vision, it was gone again. Drawing one of his swords, Aiza swung out at the shadowy figure with one smooth motion. Nothing. It didn't connect. "We need to ge-" A loud yelp. It appeared that Geanna was having some trouble of her own, only a few yards away.

Seemingly under attack and completely surrounded, Aiza was on maximum alert. Without a light source, they were in deep trouble and frankly Aiza wasn't exactly ecstatic about the possibility of freezing alive in the middle of a random forest. Near enough blind at this point; all Aiza had to work with were various silhouettes in the darkness. Noticing that Geanna had pulled away from the group, Aiza dashed towards her as quickly as possible. As he did, he noticed the figures around them. "One, two, three..." He only counted about three to five of the things, seemingly dashing through the trees in the direction that Aiza's party had originally come from.

Aiza reached out his hand and grabbed the girl by her collar. "Don't separate from the group like that. Are you mad?" Unfortunately, unable to convey seriousness through facial expression, Aiza took on a very austere tone. "You as well, boy!" Aiza called after AJ "This is too dangerous. We need to get away from those things...That there, was too close for my liking. We can't do much about what's going on in there. It's too dark. If they die, it won't be in vain. We'll find a solution." Aiza began to head in the opposite direction to the creatures, sure that the younger ones would follow him.
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Wintrow had perceived that dim insanity, but had not fully grasped what it was. Suddenly Mizaki whispered something to him, he did not get the first time, his attentions were focused on the surroundings, they had to be able to react immediatelly, and preferentially to be aware of the threat before it happens. There it was, about 15 meeters from group, a naked man, possibly in his 40s or 50s, they had to get closer for the doctor to read him. Something changed, a quick wind made him turn to Yushiro. The old man's face had its color drained to a ghostly white, his expression stern, his eyes bright, inflammed, he notice the small twitch of displeasure, his horse slowed a pace. In an almost rehearsed play fashion, the man in a moment got to his feet, right after that small hesitation. " There it is, the uneasy dreamy presence that was fumbling around" Wintrow grinned and sighted to his cousin, expressing the universal " oh well" They were pacing closer, he could see he had stood there for a long time, his backs were tense and compressed, some dirth had stucked and was slowly falling. A beard with, perhaps, months old, " at least". Its skin resembled yoshiro's, in the way it had been burned by the sun, " Coherent with the country life they have here" Somethings were clearer, he was probably 50 years old, it had a slim figure, muscle drained by skeletal, that ripped the skin with hills of insanity. Its face betrayed it all, it seemed both yushiro and the mad man had recognized each other. " I should just watch first, and act later" They aproached and stoped, the man clearer his voice with a deep cough and spit. Warnings from the madman, and a dismissal from the other. When they had finished, Wintrow asked " Ahm, excuse me sir, do you want any help? we're going to a village, we can find you shelter there" Ignored, the man didn't even look to him, his tense skin had faded, and now its stare was lost with the stars. Wintrow shrugeed and pushed the man's shoulder, as he called him. "COme with us, come on" This time he turned and smilled, his eyes had something that bothered, " nothing" Wintrow got up and realised " There's nothing behind it" He let him on his own madness, " He seems to be able to survive, i guess..." Yushiro hurried his horse, Mizaki waited for Wintrow to join, and they both dashed to his side.

" NGL is full of weird guys" He comented as he was by his cousin's side, still out of reach of the oldman. " It's hedious, nonethless" Wintrow noticed he were going at a relevant speed, he knew he'd be out of breath in a long time, so he might get his questions asked. " Mr. Yushiro, may I ask something regarding the svaltalfar?" THe doctor kept a serious face, and an attentive look for the "yes" nod, that he was expecting " You refered you were banned from the village and so the svaltalfar would not take you...." He paused and continued " Would mind to develop it further?" Wintrow had theory " the villagers belief probably had required a pact of some sort with svaltalfar, and they had failled their sacrifice" Wintrow knew it was a common ritual in these closed communities, gods resembling their daily activities, and to nature, specially regarding ngl, were sure to flourish. " I have to know exactly what the mythology says, before aproaching the actual criminals" He then continued " And, you refered to something simmiliar to the immunity of those outisde these villages, does this apply to us too?" The doctor wanted to know Yushiro's story, he had left a smooth idea to invite him to share that part of his life. Even if that would not bring them closer to final objective, allies were important, and the sooner they gained his complete trust, the better
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