Private Roleplay with Sonicsilva1

Owls Town
Mercia is the name of the Zone. It was named after the Kingdom that once took control over the entire planet before splintering into different countries. The original Kingdom still keeps the name apart from the world, but long has it been a shattered version of its former self. Your character arrives at the tall gates of a wood-walled-off village in the far opening of a massive tall wood. The main title of the area is written in some kind of different language, but an English translation is seen just below in a smaller font: "Owls Town".

Despite the lack of danger apparent, the area seems a tad quieter than it needs to be. The gate is still closed, requiring only a knock to open.

Asonja mutters something and knocked once. He didnt knock more than twice.

The sound of someone climbing a ladder was heard. A small fuzzy head was seen up at the top of the wall, looking down at Asonja. It went down soon after, and marching was heard getting close to the front as the gates opened. The town inside was actually quite nice and well-structured. It wasn't immensely large, but many wood and stone buildings were seen about with citizens walking about casually, trading, talking, and sitting. They were all owls.

Four guards with leather vests stood at the side as a man in a green and brown suit approached Asonja. "Welcome to Owls Town," He bowed, a thick Irish Accent coming from his vocals.

He nodded back. "Thank you." He looked around after his introduction, seeming a bit uncomfortable that everyone was Owls.

The man smiled, but turned to a serious expression while pulling up a clipboard. "Is this your first time at our village?"

"Yes. It is." He said.

"Alright, could you please take out anything on your person for a moment and state your name?" He checked something off on the board.

I took out everything I had from my trench coat pockets, including my switchblade knife. "My name is Asonja. Im a Hedgehog. And dont be intimidated by the blade, I dont kill."

"I don't understand why someone without the intent to harm would have a knife like that, but either way, you can take your things back now."

"Alright. Self-defense I suppose would be a good term," He put the knife back into his trench coat. "Im more of a Pacifist unless not necessary.

"Well you're free to go now," He reached out to shake Asonja's hand.

He took it rather hesitantly but nodded. "Thank you."

The man nodded as well before departing. The guards moved away to various stations as well as the gates closed behind Asonja. While a few of the owl people glanced over at him, they did not seem particularly surprised by his appearance. There was no pointing or children asking "What's that?". It seemed just like any other town, but the slight quietness remained even while inside the walls. The walls... what would a village of owls need to protect themselves from?

He thought about that question, hopping to find someone to answer the question. He went to a nearby Café and sat down at a lone table for just two people

The waitresses and waiters were making their rounds about, some with lists, and some with food. "What brings you, Traveller?" An owl man asked from a few seats away, leaning back a bit to make certain he was visible and in earshot.

Asonja looked at him and said, "I'm just...curious about this town since I've never heard of it. I do have a bit of questions about this place too."

"We're a small community for sure," He replied. "You won't find any other towns or cities, especially those... modern types, for hundreds of miles.  What are your questions?"

"Why is there a Wooden wall around this town?"

"It's the danger season.  When it's safe we lower it, when it's not, we raise it.  You might notice..." He pointed to the constand cloudy sky.

"HUh...how come I didnt notice that..." He muttered to himself.

"You probably wouldn't until a few days in when it stays that way."

"Oh...I see. So do monsters come here or something?"

"In a way... Not far from here is the lake, and at the center of it is a tall tree with a nest.  Some revanent-type lives there- sometimes flying around the village, looking down at us... But that's not the worst of it."

"Hmm...this sounds interesting. I might feel like helping out."

"If you say so, Traveller," He reclined back in his seat, presumably waiting for food that hadn't yet arrived. "... Where do you come from anyway?  We've had some visits from other... zones right?"

"I guess so. I came from the Nimagi Freedom Fighters. Im not sure specifically. Im not a geological person."

"Freedom Fighters?  For what?"

"For defeating anyone that harms Mobius and its people. The leader is Axel."

"... Mobius?  You must really be an out-zoner then.  Well... welcome ashore," He tipped an invisible hat.

He nodded. "My gratitude. Has there been any criminal acts?"

The man hardly shrugged. "Not to my knowledge.  There could be I suppose.  It's doubtful anyone here would be stupid enough to do anything harmful to the community... Not at this season."

"Well...it's possibility. There might be one happening right now and we're not aware of it...until one of us finds out." He was eyeing a few people. For a moment he thought he saw black fire in Asonja's eyes but they vanished quickly.

"... What... was..."

He looked at him like nothing happened. "Anyway, mind if I have some whiskey please?"

"Sure, just better be asking one of the hands working, not the customers."

"Right. My apologies. I was thinking out loud. I do that a lot."

"Honest mistake," The man waved over a waitress. "My new friend wants something called 'wiskey'.  Is that in the stock?"

The waitress looked off a bit, her face scrunching up slightly in thought. "Not... familiar there... we could perhaps.  What is it?"

He seemed a bit concerned but didnt show off emotion. "If you dont have it, that's okay. I can explain about it later if you wish."

"Well I'm sure there's something to eat... or drink, you might find... well... nice," The man reclined further. "Or not..." He yawned a bit.

"Yeah, I'll find something. Is there a menu I could look at?"

"'Course," The waitress smiled, brushing off a flat decorated wood piece. It was painted with various flowers, but the text was in a different language. "Oh- wait, you'll be needing the English version I take it?"

"Yes please."

The waitress walked off to get the right menu. The relaxing man smiled at her as she left. "Shou-"

"HEYAAAAAAAAH" a screech came from above, high in the sky. The man fell sideways off of his seat.

He stood up, looking around. "What was that?"

A brown and black winged figure zipping about in a circular pattern above the village. A few screeches later and the creature zipped away back into the forest. "Stupid... that moron..." The man groaned while standing up.

He looked at the man. "Who was that?"

"The revanent-type," He replied. "He's called 'Vlasek'..."

He snickered a little by the name but remained calm again. "I see...will he come back?"

"He makes his daily rounds here... Doesn't eat anything... just flies around screaming."

He sighed The flames in his eyes returning again for a split second. "Why doesn't anyone stop him?"

"And how would you go about doing that?"

"Simple. I'll keep an eye out for him and take him out myself!" He jumped onto the roof, using some flames to boost him up onto the roof.

The man fell back once again just as the waitress had returned. Few townsfolk noticed Asonja but a few were running towards the guards. The Vlasek could still be seen flying toward the forest.

He looked around, and then spotted the Vlasek. He jumped back down infront of the waitress, smirking for a second. "I'll come back later. Gotta take care of something first."

Then he ran off, not using the flames to boost himself until he got to the gate. He jumped up on top of the gate and looked around for the Vlasek again.

The creature was nearly out of eyeshot now.

"SIR!" A stern voice called from below. "PLEASE COME DOWN FROM THE GATE!" A guard waved at Asonja.

He waved back. "I WILL IN A SECOND! IM TRACKIN' DOWN THAT...VLA-THINGIE"

"SIR YOU-..." The guard groaned loudly while climbing up the ladder. "If you wish to track down the Vlasek then please do so OUTSIDE the walls."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Okay I get ya." He backflipped off the wall and did a double-jump with black flames to stop himself from falling too fast and ran off into the forest.

"S-..." The guard didn't finish. The creature flew for miles ahead. Thankfully the trees were not thick enough to block the path. Eventually a road could be seen to the side, and further in the distance a glimmering lake.

He jumped onto the road and ran, using blasts of black fire to push him forward. He was at least going 50 miles per hours, looking around for the Vlasek. His feet werent going very fast, it was just the fire propelling him was the accelerating factor.

The creature had arrived at a tall tree at the center of the lake. A gourd-shaped structure was at the top with some circular holes about like windows.

He skid to a stop and looked at the creature. He walked normally up to it, looking up at it. "Huh...weird."

The creature flew inside.

He followed the creature and stood outside. "Uhh...hello?"

There did not appear to be any doors but either way, while noise came from inside, the creature did not greet back.

He looked through a window, checking inside.

It looked... somewhat like a house. Some boxes were around... some mounds that looked like furniture. Fruit lay about with single bites. The creature had his back to Asonja, leaning fronward against a wall, tensed. He was somewhat like an owl except far more tattered with large gashes in his body, almost like a zombie... no exactly like a zombie. He wore tattered dark slacks, no shoes, an undershirt and red/brown vest. A large short-height top hat was seen tossed upon the ground. With the hat not on, the grease-colored frizzled shaggy hair was clearly seen on the creature's head.

He slowly went to knock. Something was telling him not to but his curiosity got the best of him. He knocked a few times, lightly

The creature's head lowered with a sigh. Slowly he turned around, a scarred face glancing over at Asonja. His beak seemed fairly unharmed, but one eye was warped, a layer of skin half-covering it. He slowly walked toward the hole.

(What COLOR is Asonja's fur.skin?)

(He has black fur and very pale skin)

(Much thanks... also it's finished.)

(Yaaay thanks. Cant wait to see it :D)

(Good to hear.  Also it's your turn.)

(Yup. On it)

"Uhh...hey. Mind if I come in and chat with you for a while?" He asked politely.

"Chats said when now and what yes that happens currently," His words sounded very mixed up, quick and forced out. He was quite tense.

He shrugged at that and went to climb inside.

The creature hissed at this, but stepped aside regardless.

He climbed inside entirely and sat down at a comfortable distance. "First things first, slow down when you're talking. I mean you no harm whatsoever"

He kept his mouth closed with a cross expression, but his cheeks kept moving as he was still muttering.

"Listen...everyone in the nearby village is getting a bit...annoyed of your presence and I'm here to see if we can talk things out for you."

He simply folded his arms at the comment.

He folded his arms as well. "What? I know you're being yourself but I just wanted to ask why." He went to his canteen and drank out of it.

Vlasek only opened his mouth long enough to shoot out a loud "protection" before going back to the uncontrollable mumblings.

He didnt seemed startled by the shout and put the canteen back down, the top still open. "Hmm...Protecting whom?"

"Them," He quickly replied.

"Whose them? Your friends, family...everyone?"

"Everyone..." He walked past him toward the hole-window.

He watched him and stood up a little bit. He drank again from the canteen. "I see...but from what I've seen, no one has hurt you or anyone. ...Have they?"

The zombified owl's head turned completely around with a deep glare at Asonja. He waved a hand over his own face as evidence.

"R-right..." He shivered a bit, looking away. "Look, if you want I can team up with you to find your killer. And I'll bring him here and you'll be free. Deal?" He put his hand out.

The owl's body turned around to face Asonja fully. He walked past him... then back. "Know 'killer' you find beat you it?"

He nodded after depicting what he said. "Yes. I will bring the body back as proof. Do you know what your killer looks like?"

The zombified owl grabbed hold of Asonja's shoulders, sternly staring directly into his eyes. "Can't... not... fah..." He let go, turning aside.

"You cant...fight?" He guessed. "Here, try writing it down." He hands him a pencil and paper.

"YOU!" He yelled, trying to relax. "To chase... false with courage placed not well... It can't... no death in the monster..."

"Alright, relax..." He sighed, putting everything away. "False courage wont get me anywhere that is true. And this monster is unkill-able?"

"Protect is all, hunt is never... feed is always..." He walked past the hedgehog once again, head on face, exhaling deeply.

"But...you're a revenent. You're supposed to be seeking the one who killed you. I'd help if you'd let me."

"revenen-" He suddenly bursted into laughter, almost collapsing on the ground before finally calming down. "Never death striked me, but elsewhere past death they were deathed and she deathed them... me killed not and this future now... body this future now forever as not dead, never dead, but life barely with constant hungers..."

(Old picture of Vlasek )

(Nice! I'm still wondering how you do these things .-.)

He nodded and drank from his canteen again, closing the top. "I see...well, I wish I could stay longer but I must leave as it is getting late. I'll be back at the Cafe at 11:00 AM sharp. I'll see you there if you want to come." Before waiting for an answer from him, he burst out of the hole with his flames, skidding onto the road. The flames caught nothing on fire either. They didnt feel warm nor cold.

The zombified owl looked out the window at the hedgehog. pausing before returning inside his makeshift home.

He jumped back onto the gate, backflipping off back into the outside. "Right, I have to knock again." He knocked twice with the back of his fist.

Soon after the gate opened.

He walked in, bursting up into the air on a rooftop afterwards. "Alright, where's the cafe again...?" He looked around.

Lampposts were being lit and most people were going into their houses. The cafe was nearby, though very few individuals remained. The man that was sitting some hour ago had departed. The waitress could be seen in the distance, picking up dishes.

"Hmm.." He burst again off the roof and landed right in a chair perfectly without breaking it. He sat cross-legged and drank the remainder of whatever was in his canteen.

It took some minutes before one of the waiters walked over. "Sir, just to inform you in advance, we'll be closin' any moment now."

"Alright. That's cool. I just got back from the outside world. Preeeetty interesting out there." He got up out of his chair and stretched. "Could you show me where the Hotel is?"

"There's an Inn to the right of townsquare," He pointed down the road of the village.

"All right. I'll go ahead and make myself comfortable." He burst into flames and started jumping from roof to roof until he got to the Inn. Apparently he didnt like crowds.

The guards were beginning their patrol, and upon seeing a fiery being jumping about, their attention turned to Asonja.

He jumped back down at the entrance of the Inn and walked inside, looking around.

One of the guards approached him from behind. "Sir."

"Hm? Yeah?" He turned to see him.

"Our town isn't made for flamable people jumping around.  Please, if you need to go somewhere, take the roads.  People are terrified enough as it is."

"It's alright, sir. My fire does not catch any flammable objects. But I will tone it down a bit if necessary. Dont worry about a thing."

The guard nodded and returned to his walk. The inn-keeper was silent at this conversation, unable to stay from staring. "Do... you want a room?" He finally asked, scratching his balding head.

His ears perked up and turned to the inn-keeper. "Oh! Yes please. How much is it?"

"If you're staying just one night it's thirty, if you're staying more than one it's twenty per night."

"Hmm...I'll stay for 3 nights." He went to his wallet and gave him the money.

"Foreign currency, aye?" The inn-keeper thought it over, examining the money. "I suppose it could work somewhere... Alright," He pulled out a key from a drawer. "The number is on the key."

"Thanks." He takes the key and walks to his room. (Gtg to bed see you tomorrow)

(G'night)

(I'm back .3.)

(Finally found it again.)

The numbers on the key seemed to be written in the different language. Thankfully the room with matching numbers was located. There weren't any more than maybe twenty rooms. It was well-furnished, a nice wood room with clean bedsheets, a table, some fruit, a window, and flowers.

He whistled in amazement and put the keys on the table after closing the door. "Alright, time to get myself comfortable..." He lay back on the bed, but didnt pull the sheets over him.

Lets just hope nothing bad happens while I'm asleep...I'll be super cranky otherwise... He thought before falling asleep.

The next morning arrived. There was no wake-up call. The sky remained cloudy, this time now rainy. Most people outdoors seemed to be staying indoors because of this, though a small group of fishermen began making their way to the front gate.

He yawned, closing the blinds after seeing it's raining. "God damn it...now my fire power is worthless..." He muttered before going downstairs for some breakfast, taking his key with him in his pocket.

The dining area of the inn wasn't packed but it had a fair amount of people. As he walked toward the food court section, the inn-keeper mentioned "We'll be getting some fish soon... hopefully.  Personally I never mind having from breakfast meat."

A small family of owls sat at one table, a mid-thirties owl writing something in a journal--some writer perhaps--an owl, another owl, some owls after that, and then a single female cat. Her fur was very white with large ears, hands, and feet. Blue stripes could be seen on her under-arms and legs, with moon-shaped shapes on the part of her forehead not covered by turquoise bangs, and moon-curved potrusions on her ears. She had a long white tail, and wore a dress-top, and a long tan skirt. A sun-moon tattoo could be seen on her neck with two green hoop-earrings at the center of her ears. Her eyes were turquoise.

Asonja noticed the cat, a little bit confused at her appearance. He went up to her, already nervous. "Uhhh...is this seat taken?" He pointed to the one in front of her.

She glanced up at him for a moment, shaking her head with a thick Irish "No, I don't think so."

He understood it really well and nodded. He sat down in front of her. "Alright then." Asonja spoke in a slight Boston accent, but he mostly had the general English Accent."So, what's your name if you dont mind me asking?"

She looked back up again from her breakfast. "... Me- oh uh'm, I'm Sissy," She replied.

"Sissy, huh? Well, it's a pleasure to meet ya. I'm Asonja." He coughed a black flame for a moment, but quickly covered it. "Sorry...I'm terrible at mornings..."