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Who: Jules Dagger Samari and Phyrra, plus OPEN
What: Exploring the new island

When: 7/20 ish

Where: Umui I-9

Warnings: Jules likes to piss people off with a purpose and will use anything given to him as ammunition. Poke the bear and you'll get attacked. Please don't tag him if there's a chance he will upset you.

(A)

Wandering the new island was actually nice. It was quiet, and Jules liked quiet. The problem was, the place reminded him a little bit too much of the last island and what had happened there. Instead of simply enjoying the pleasantness of being out in nature, he was on high alert. A lot could be hiding in the dense trees. There wasn't a weapon in his hand, but more than one were within easy reach. If need be, he could have any variety of knifes or his Warsword out in a flash.

Jules caught the flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and ducked back against a tree. He hadn't seen any animals yet, and his instincts are screaming human. Or at least a sentient being of a similar species. While he was tempted to reach out with his Trisani abilities to determine whether this being was a threat or not, he held back for the moment. Invading other people's thoughts was never something he openly wanted to do if he could help it.

(B)

While this section of the island was mostly trees, there were portions that were covered in the typical flowers found throughout Umui. Since everything had been quiet so far, Jules decided to take a moment to think about his family. His girls would have loved the island's flowers.

Anyone who came nearby would find a rather odd sight. The huge Andarian was settled on the grass picking flowers and weaving them into a long strand. Despite such huge hands that shouldn't be able to do such delicate work, Jules was making the task look easy. The chain was long enough already to be dangling over this shoulder and down most of his back. From the looks of it, he wasn't stopping any time soon either.

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The truth of the island was slowly opening up to Pyrrha. The more she searched, the more she heard, the more important it became that they reached some sort of answer to the going-ons of this strange new island. Pyrrha found herself venturing out more and more with different people, to investigate the strange flowers, and whatever evidence might still lay around.

This time, however, she had gone in alone. The island had already proved that there wasn't much in the way of a constant threat.

But that didn't mean she was traveling unprepared for a fight. She had a weapon on her back as she stepped through the trees, already wary of what might lay within... and already feeling like she was being watched.

"...Hello?" she stopped, looking into the shade with a frown. "There isn't anyone around, is there?"

Maybe she's just being ridiculous?

If it were anyone else, Jullien wouldn't have revealed himself. A lone woman who clearly had no intention to harm him - yet at least - wasn't someone he needed to carry a weapon around. He would still be wary since that was his default setting with anyone and anything, but he had no intention of attacking outright unless she gave him cause.

He stepped away from the trees, hands held slightly away from his sides to prove that he was not planning to harm her.

"Just me, mu tara."

"Mu tar-" She frowns, briefly looking over the man who just stepped out into the open. Her hand had been reaching over her shoulder, for a long metal weapon strapped to her back. But given that he hasn't made an attempt to attack yet, her movement stops, and her hand lowers.

"I'm... sorry?" Reflexively, she apologies, shaking her head of the initial surprise. "Who are you? Are you searching this area too?"

"Mu tara. It means my lady."

He keeps a wary eye on her until her hand is far away from her weapon. All Andarians know not to underestimate a female. In their culture females could be even more vicious than males. They were also more respected.

"I'm wandering around at least."

He carefully doesn't answer her question about who he is, but perhaps she won't notice.

"My-oh! Well, I'm sorry for the confusion." Now she feels sheepish. It's an interesting title to give her, not one she expected from a entirely new face. But first impressions were important!

"I'm wandering as well... well, investigating, actually." She doesn't feel too scared to let that be known. Maybe he'll understand that she's prepared for a fight, if she came out on her own. "I..."

Hmm, maybe not say her name. Not yet.

"I was just thinking about the forest here. It reminds me of one back home."

It was the title given to all females where he's from, generally speaking. Andarian culture was highly matriarchal, and respect was given to all females whether they are known or not.

"There are forests this thick where you are from?"

Andaria was much more urbanized, and the Tavali station didn't have much, if any, vegetation.

"Absolutely," She nods, happy to explain a bit further. "The Forever Fall forest west of Vale are very tightly packed with trees, not to mention always sporting a very red color in their leaves."

"They're red all the time?"

The trees Jules has had experience with either change colors or remain relatively green all the time. Not that he's an expert on trees or anything. Most of his knowledge of them focuses more on which ones are best for protecting him from the elements.

"Yes! It's really quite the sight." Said Pyrrha. Obviously, she would have loved to see it again, even on her return to Remnant. But the problem with the world being in mortal danger required more focus.

"But there are normal trees, of course. Like these." She pats one next to her. It's tall, and easily casts a shadow over the redhead. "At least, I hope they're normal."

Jules shoots a look at the tree. He's highly suspicious of everything by nature even if it hasn't given him reason to be. This place as a whole has already given him plenty of reason to trust his suspicions.

"I'd put a hell of a lot of credits on the fact that they aren't normal."

He glares at the trees, which should have them shaking in their roots considering how good he is at glares before accounting for the glowing red eyes.

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