[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 625 | twc: 625 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] The city of Argus. A major port city just north of the Mistral kingdom and home to Sanctum Academy. The sun shone and glinted on the smooth cobblestone streets and the city was lively with people and public transport alike. Here lies also the Annual Mistral Regional Tournament, the first step for many aspiring Huntsmen and Huntswomen to take in order to be noticed for an opportunity to study at these prestigious academies. These schools are a representation of one's standing and demands respect, as the individuals who study there are skilled fighters. Qiu'li was among the many who traveled to Argus in order to seek such an opportunity. However, unlike many individuals who came for the same purpose, Qiu'li was practically a nobody. No social standing, no wealth, no outstanding achievements. Simply the small pouch of money his master had granted him, his outdated, worn weapons that looked like they were dragged down a mountain, and the fur-lined clothes on his back representative of his village. Compared to many of the students and people that resided here, Qiu'li stuck out like a sore thumb in many aspects. For one, he looked like he rolled out of nowhere, which wasn't entirely wrong considered he came from Forever Fall. Secondly, his facial expressions were all but non-existent save for what was basically a permanent scowl on his face. With such a bizarre outfit that looked like he came fresh from a nomadic tribe and an off-putting glare in his eyes that looked more villainous than anything, it was natural that he would get some odd glances his way. Given that Qiu'li has never had a conversation with anyone outside of his village or with his master that spanned more than a couple exchanges, he was unsure on how to conduct himself in public. He couldn't help but look around, reacting to every new sight and sound that he was unfamiliar with that came his way. However, it didn't take long before many people either tried to distance themselves from him or gawked from afar, whispering albeit too loudly for Qiu'li to barely hear. "What's with that guy?" But...I didn't do anything. "What's with that dude's look? He lookin' to pick a fight with someone?" N-No it's just how I... "Mommy that man over there dresses funny!" ... There was another problem: Qiu'li was completely and utterly lost in Argus. No map, no guide, and no way to communicate to others without having people avert their gaze or outright avoid him. He breathed a sigh as Qiu'li dejectedly followed crowds of people, wandering about as he looked for the are that the tournament was supposed to be held. He tried his best to tune out the surrounding noises, but to no avail as he kept silent to himself out of fear of drawing more unnecessary attention. The noises of city life overwhelmed Qiu'li as his senses struggled to filter out the indistinct chatter. It was almost too overwhelming to the point that he shut his eyes and continued walking, only to feel a sudden bump in front of him. His eyes shot open as he had collided... well, nearly knocked over a light grey and violet haired female. In a dire state of panic, Qiu'li had no idea how to respond. His breathing quickened slightly as his mind raced over what to do. O-Oh no! I ran into someone and nearly knocked her flat. Wh-What should I do? Do I help her up? Keep on walking? Wait- what if everyone around me saw and thought that I did it on purpose?! I-I have to say something- Qiu'li gulped as he looked down, sweating nervously as he extended a hand. "I'm uh- apologize. Not see you there. Okay?" Shit.

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F Rank Weapon
F Rank (Martial Arts & Acrobatics)

[Flower Fiorella]

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"I try to be understanding because I think that most people are actually quite surprising."

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She was walking... until a very large presence knocked itself into her.

Flower stopped. She was far sturdier than what her small frame suggested. She turned with violet eyes to look up to a dark-haired man dressed in a very odd style of clothing.

"I'm uh- apologize. Not see you there. Okay?"

She blinked.

“I am fine.”

Her expression held no feelings of anger or frustration with the strange young man. Instead, it seemed to hold very little emotion at all. She tilted her head slightly, examining the stranger before her. His attire was a style she was unfamiliar with… a foreigner? Perhaps he was from the tribes outside the city. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His face held a rather frazzled expression that Flower thought was quietly cute.

He held his hand out to her. She looked at the limb with a very blank stare, she seemed to move slowly about him, taking in the current situation and how it happened. Yes, this very odd young man had just bumped into her. He apologized profusely, though perhaps inelegantly, and now he was offering her his hand in repentance. And yet, he seemed very nervous about the whole interaction.

She lifted her own delicate looking hand, after all her small frame was only proven to be smaller when standing next to him. Flower held his large hand in her own, shaking it very professionally, almost robotically.

Flower looked him over again, this time noticing that he had weapons at his side. They seemed to be worn down, well-used, but the same time very well kept. This was a man who took care of his weapons, but also knew how to use them. Given his age, she concluded who he was and why he was there in Argus.

“You act very unfamiliarly here, likely a visitor from a tribe or other non-urban area. Given the weapons you carry and your apparent age, you are here to participate in the Mistral tournament. You are lost and likely trying to look into how to sign up for the tournament.” Flower said her statements directly all while she was still holding his hand. Eventually, she did let go. “Are my statements correct?” The girl was nearly certain that her conclusions were correct, however, she was still going to ask the young man if she really was right. Her conclusions were made directly from evidence she was presented from his behavior and his appearance, so she was nearly certain what she was assuming was right.

Flower looked to him and waited for a response. She breathed out, the air was slightly cold around them in the winter breeze. Flower wore her normal dark leggings, layered short dress, and light vest outfit. On her feet were dark black combat boots with light laces. Her arms were covered by dark gray arm sleeves. If she was cold, she didn’t appear to be bothered by the lower temperatures, her upper arms and neck area were freely exposed to the winter chill. Her light grey hair laid in a neat but messy style with her main side ponytail, the darker patches of violet layered underneath. Around her neck was tied a dark violet ribbon On her back like usual was Bloom, in its default sword state.

She was beginning to think that it was a very lucky coincidence that the young man had run into her of all people.

wc: 572 || twc: 572
Qiu'li

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 700 | twc: 1325 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] "I am fine." Ah- thank goodness for that. Qiu'li was glad that the woman was unhurt and somewhat relieved that nothing transpired out of this, though her expression, or lack thereof was perplexing, to say the least. Even when Qiu'li made feeble attempts to get a grasp of how others felt about him, he could get a guess out of it, even if he was wrong most of the time. This was not one of those cases. In fact, he could not get a single read out of her, which made him even more nervous than before. W-What could she possible be thinking? Is she mad? I don't think so, I couldn't tell from her voice, but she said was fine. Wait- unless she was only being formal and that she wants nothing to do with him ack- He looked down as she grasped his hand and shook it. That was rather unexpected. Usually this never worked and they normally walked away, but Sattota always insisted that he learned how to greet properly. This was the first time someone actually reciprocated his offering. Her hand was small, delicate, and pale just like the rest of her skin. Qiu'li couldn't help but stare at her for a while. It was his first time interacting with someone of the opposite sex since childhood, and being able to interact with someone for this long was somewhat overwhelming. He continued to gaze at her, studying her eyes, her cheeks, her hair, and her expressionless face. She looked to be close to his age, though he took note of her clothes and relatively small frame. She was quite cute, to say the least, though it could just be due to his lack of experience itself. It took a solid few seconds before Qiu'li realized that he was still holding her hand. Thankfully he was wearing his fingerless gloves so she couldn't feel his sweaty palms but he quickly retracted his head before clearing his throat. As he was ready to profusely apologize again he noticed that she too, was staring at him intensely, or rather his body. His eyes wandered down to here she was staring at as he realized that she was gazing at his weapons affixed to his crimson red sash tied around his waist. Lóngtóu and Panlong, his 9 ringed broadsword that jingled softly and folded 3-section staff, hung by his side and gleamed in the winter sunlight. “You act very unfamiliarly here, likely a visitor from a tribe or other non-urban area. Given the weapons you carry and your apparent age, you are here to participate in the Mistral tournament. You are lost and likely trying to look into how to sign up for the tournament.” Ah? How did she know? Wait, perhaps she may be able to help me find this place. She might be a residence here and show me the way, or introduce me to someone who can. Qiu'li nodded in affirmation to her follow-up question. He was rather glad that she could say it out loud so easily. This made communication much easier since she was very outright and got straight to the point. Qiu'li rubbed his neck as he tried to figure out what to say. At this point, the on-lookers had resumed their daily routines and the city bustled onward, letting him relax a bit. "From Forever Fall. Come to Argus to find tournament to become Huntsman. New land. Know nobody. Very lost." He breathed a dejected sigh and scratched the back of his head. Though as he gazed at her again with his piercing eyes, he noticed something stick out from behind her. Was that a.. handle? A weapon? Qiu'li blinked a couple times before he realized that he was most likely speaking to another fighter of some sort. Yes! What a wonderful opportunity! Though now he was curious about what kinds of weapons she had. All he could really see was an oddly shaped sword of sorts that seemed completely different from his. Although Qiu'li had plenty of combat experience fighting bandits growing up, he had never seen a weapon of that nature before. There were many things he had yet to experience.

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E Rank Semblance (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam)
F Rank Weapon
F Rank (Martial Arts & Acrobatics)

[Flower Fiorella]

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"I try to be understanding because I think that most people are actually quite surprising."

[attr="class","flowerfiotext"]

She wasn’t surprised to see that the young man was looking a bit confused after their initial encounter, most likely it was due to her own less than expressive nature. Of course, the girl was slightly surprised when the stranger had bumped into her, but he had apologized and acted generally reprehensive about it so she had no reason to think ill of him afterwards. She wasn’t the type that was quick to anger or to conclusions, she was like to see proof of, or sometimes lack thereof, such things first before making assumptions.

Flower still tilted her head slightly, a bit confused and curious about the encounter yet still.

Even after her statements were made and their handshake was decidedly appropriate to let go, he remained holding her hand.

She waited a moment, but eventually he did let go. She wondered if that meant he had little idea of conventional ‘politeness’ on how long a handshake should be. However, she was only so well-versed in social interaction herself, which really meant hardly at all.

Thankfully all her statements were actually correct, she expected as such. She affirmed her words with a simple nod and grunt of his head.

"From Forever Fall. Come to Argus to find tournament to become Huntsman. New land. Know nobody. Very lost."

Quite a few tidbits of information were gleaned from his very short words. First seemed to be his rather stranger… accent? Flower had never heard anyway speak in such a manner, indeed it was very foreign sounding to her ears. Violet eyes continued to at him, a blank expression painted on her face as she took in what he said and more particularly, how he said it. Forever Fall? That was in Vale… yes, the young man before her was truly a long ways from home.

It was no surprise that he didn’t know anyone or really, had gotten himself so lost in the city of Argus. Flower nodded her head back, soon giving a bow to him in finally giving an introduction.

“My name is Flower Fiorella. I am a participant in the Mistral Tournament and graduate of Sanctum Academy. I can lead you to the registration desk for the tournament.”

So, she decided to help him.

It was the right thing to do. And she would take him there rather than tell him where to go because that would ensure his arrival at the registration desk. She was rather certain if she attempted to give him directions and let him go on his own he would not be able to make it any further down the street without getting lost in the crowd. Currently, the pair were in the middle of large sidewalks, where the crowd seemed to be bigger than normal due to the Mistral Tournament and the festivities that surrounded it. Their initial literal run-in had garnered some attention from random passerby, however most, like Flower herself, seemed to pick up on the fact that the young man was no from around Argus at all.

Perhaps it was also, as Flower had further noticed, the odd facial expression that seemed to plague the young man as well. It was something like a scowl, but obviously from his aura and demeanor he wasn’t actually upset or meaning to intimidate people around him. Flower at the very least, did not feel any negative impressions on his persona, and the girl did like to think she was rather good at reading people.

She saw that he noticed the handle of Bloom on her back.

She turned her head just slightly, ensuring that no passerby were especially nearby.

Her hand went to reach the handle and the girl drew her sword. Of course, she garnered a few gasps from the surrounding people, but she was making no attempts to brandish her blade of an offensive or combative purpose. She stood still, then pulling the blade close to her by the handle. Within a moment, the sword’s dual blades separated back, the large handle clicked into place as the stock of a rifle and Bloom had transformed from a greatsword to a basic combat rifle.It glowed with light violet highlights as it clicked into place with a satisfying sound.

“This is Bloom, my weapon. It is a dual transformative combat rifle-sword. I constructed it myself.”

She explained her weapon to the stranger, after all, he had been interested in seeing it.

wc: 737 || twc: 1309
Qiu'li

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 881 | twc: 2206 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] “My name is Flower Fiorella. I am a participant in the Mistral Tournament and graduate of Sanctum Academy. I can lead you to the registration desk for the tournament.” Thank the skies, luck has finally befallen my side, as this woman named Flower is willing to guide me. Perhaps the crimson leaves had lead me to her... Qiu'li blinked for a second before nodding affirmatively. He was entirely grateful for being able to run into Flower and her suddenly willingness to help him unconditionally. Was this the fabled kindness of strangers that Qiu'li had heard his master preach about? Skeptic as he was, Qiu'li never thought he'd actually be on the receiving end of an act of kindness from a stranger other than the monk himself. Regardless, he expressed his gratefulness with a low bow to express his sincerity. "Qiu'li is myself... Much thanks, very grateful for generosity. Please, guide way." As he lifted his head back up, he noticed Flower glancing around as she turned her head slightly, as if she was watching for someone. Suddenly, he watched her reach for her... weapon?! Qiu'li was alarmed to say the least, though his only expression that showed was his eyes leering slightly as his hand twitched. Was she about to instigate a fight within a crowd of people?! The gasps of his surroundings indicated the others were as surprised as he was. Though Qiu'li seemed to have calmed down a bit. Had she pointed her weapon at him, Qiu'li would obviously be able to tell that she was challenging him to a duel. Though he had little training in terms of social etiquette, even he had the general sense to know that fighting within a crowd of non-combatants was a big no-no. Once she had drawn her weapon and made no sign of hostility, his emotions of apprehension was filled with curiosity. What kinds of weapons did those that lived beyond the crimson-red forests use to fight? Did they also use them to slay Grimm? Did they have the same material and training as he did? There were many things he wanted to ask her, many things he wanted to know. However, all these thoughts vanished instantly the moment she brought the weapon close to her face and it no longer became a sword. Rather... It became a rifle of sorts, at least it resembled one. Back in the village, some of the guards carried crude rifles made from steel and wood. There were many varieties, many of which were bought from travelers and reforged into their own variants. Some were slow firing, yet devastating, while others were much faster but difficult to maintain. Qiu'li wasn't one for firearms, however. His father refused to allow him to wield one, therefore he had little experience or interest to say the least. However, seeing such a foreign piece of technology was fascinating for him. His eyes shone briefly though, as the light violet highlights glowed brightly and reflected on his face. Though the next thought that came to his mind was rather unsettling. What a truly unique weapon. I have never seen anything like that... Though does that mean most of the huntsmen and huntresses wield similar weapons? Could this mean a possible disadvantage for myself...? “This is Bloom, my weapon. It is a dual transformative combat rifle-sword. I constructed it myself.” Qiu'li gazed at her weapon and inspected it's aesthetics. Taking in every detail about the weapon and how elegantly she held it. He took his eyes off briefly in a moment of self-awareness as he glanced down at his own equipment. Shabby, worn, yet maintained. It definitely looked outdated to say the least. Compared to her sleek, complex design, his own weapons was crude, barbaric, and unprofessional looking. Regardless, he was more or less impressed by the weapon's craftsmanship as well as the minute detail that the weapon contained. Qiu'li wasn't one for complicated weapon mechanics, as he was simply a staff and a broadsword that he could affix to the top to make a glaive. However, the biggest impression he had was the fact that she had designed the weapon herself. Never in 100 years would he imagine himself being a weapon designer. Growing up, he used a simple weapon for it's simple purpose: To slay Grimm. Though the fact that Flower was willing to show him her weapon probably meant that she had noticed him eyeing her weapon, and while he would prefer to hastily reach the registration area, Qiu'li deemed it impolite to try and rush her. Instead, he decided to reciprocate her actions and drew out both weapons. In his right, the broadsword that jangled from the rings clanking against the blade's side. In his left, the 3-sectioned staff held together by a chain. "Lóngtóu and Panlong... Dragon head and Coiling serpent. One to protect, other to attack. Together..." Qiu'li quickly affixed Lóngtóu onto one end of the staff and secured it in place with a 'click' noise. Then, he snapped the chain on the 3-section staff, causing it to retract from 3 distinct sections into a single, nearly seamless metal staff. What was left was a glaive that jangled somewhat loudly due to the excessive movement and resounded across the entire weapon. "... Make Lóng Páoxiāo."

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E Rank Semblance (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam)
F Rank Weapon
F Rank (Martial Arts & Acrobatics)

[Flower Fiorella]

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"I try to be understanding because I think that most people are actually quite surprising."

[attr="class","flowerfiotext"]

"Qiu'li is myself... Much thanks, very grateful for generosity. Please, guide way."

Qiu’li. He introduced himself too. Additionally, he thanked her for her seemingly act of kindness. Flower didn’t see it as something so odd, it was simply the right thing to do when a stranger was so obviously in need of assistance. She nodded once, acknowledging his words with a small sound of affirmation.

She was fine with that.

Of course, her next set of actions was something that most people probably wouldn’t have taken so abruptly. Flower, however, was not really just any person who took to social constraints so easily herself. She noticed that he was eyeing her weapon. She realized that there was nothing about him that was really so abrasive or alarming, so she simply decided to allow him a better look. She didn’t really ask him if he wanted to see it, but nonetheless she felt already knew the answer so she didn’t feel the need to offer.

Well, he may have thought that she was drawing her weapon for a fight, but she simply let her actions talk for her rather than explain them aloud. She stood without taking an combative stance, her weapon obviously lax but steady in her arms. He eyed her weapon with a certain kind of awe. Flower’s own gaze remained rather blank, but she kept her expression rather considerate. He had come from a far away place, appeared a rather simple person, to put it lightly… had he never seen a transforming weapon before? Such kinds of tools were rather common among huntsmen and huntresses, hers was just one example.

She saw that he set his hands on his own weapon.

"Lóngtóu and Panlong... Dragon head and Coiling serpent. One to protect, other to attack. Together..."

Rather, a pair of weapons. Flower blinked, interested at seeing the way he described his weapons in such a manner. It was their practical purpose in battle, the larger one… he referred to as Lóngtóu or Dragon head, was the quite literally the heavy hitter between his weapons, a large two-handed broadsword, however he held it easily one hand. The second, Panlong, was a three second staff and as he showed her, he could connect the two together to create a larger weapon altogether.

“Interesting.”

The girl now could see easier that yes, despite being rather simple weapons and rather worn, they were well taken care off. This Qiu’li was certainly a warrior, even at as young an age as he was. She had experience with all kinds of weapons, being a student a combat academy. From the looks of it, his weapons leant himself to much of a close-range and melee fighter.

She nodded again, showing appreciation that he decided she was worthy enough to freely show his weapons to her. Truthfully it was hardly a matter of trust, but there was a certain level of understanding between warriors and their weapons. Bloom transformed back to its normal, default state of a sword and Flower returned it to its holder on her back.

“Follow me to the registration desk.”

She looked to him with violet eyes, hardly making the motions that they should go before she simply started walking away. She expected him to follow, only glancing back to urge a simple eye contact as she continued on.

The pair weren’t actually that fair from the stadium itself. Flower took out her phone to look at the time… it wasn’t that late in the day, so perhaps she still would have time to do what she was set out to do that afternoon. Otherwise, it wasn’t like that day wasn’t the only time the special was going to be available…

Well, truly it was because of the tournament that one of the girl’s favorite small dessert shops was releasing a new, special desert called the Mistral Tournament Treat, an icy blue blizzard mix of ice cream and light blue raspberry flavoring with cute sprinkles.

The special would last the next few days, besides she felt she had a better thing to do now rather than waste some time getting a fancy dessert, even it was a rather cute looking dessert.

She led him to the stadium, but of course the streets seemed to be littered with stands and stalls even in the cold winter weather, the crowds didn’t seem to be thinning. Flower walked casually, until the pair reached the stadium itself, which was far less crowded near its entrance. Flower turned again, motioning to the door which led to more formal looking desks and presumably where registration was to take place.

“There is where you can sign up for the tournament.”

Flower looked to Qiu’li again, now having done what was requested of her. She presumed the man would continue on his way with his intended purpose of signing up for the tournament and yes, becoming a great warrior.

wc: 819 || twc: 2128
Qiu'li

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 484 | twc: 2690 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] “Follow me to the registration desk.” Qiu'li gazed back into Flower's violet eyes. How vibrant, at least relative to his own dark, glaring eyes. He was almost jealous at how vibrantly colored they were. Though he said nothing as he followed her through crowds of people. Luckily Qiu'li was rather tall and could be easily spotted by his foreign clothes and his simple weapons. He kept his eyes on her, following along to make sure he didn't lose her and only made eye contact whenever she glanced back to make sure he was still following. As they continued further towards what looked like a very large building, the crowds grew even more dense as they were packed into narrow streets flooded with stalls and festivities. There were many things Qiu'li had never seen before. Exotic foods, clothes, armor, weapons, and even a strange stall that sold a white, fluffy looking substance drizzled with a light blue looking syrup and coated with some kind of colored flakes. He couldn't help but stare at the sights and take in his surroundings, almost losing Flower in the process. Eventually, they approached a less crowded area that lead to what looked like a very large stage. Qiu'li glanced around and nodded to her as she motioned him to follow her towards the door. He let out a noise of amazement as he took in the large stadium. Inside, he was greeted with rows of tables and attendants to assist him in the registration process. Having the bare minimal skills of literacy, Qiu'li would struggle with the application, not to mention have horrid handwriting skills. Though that's expected of a village whose primary obligation was survival and training. Either way, once he was finished, Qiu'li was directed to head to a separate area to gather medical information. Since this was where they would part ways, Qiu'li turned to Flower and approached her. Reaching into his sash, Qiu'li drew out what looked like a smooth, curved rock that glinted slightly. It had a reddish hue, reminiscent of the leaves from Forever Fall. It was about the size of his palm, however it was much larger for her as he put it in her hands. "Thank you, Flower. Token to show thanks. May you follow path of greatness, hope to meet again." With that, he turned to leave and follow the attendant into the next area. At first, Qiu'li was nervous upon entering Argus. He was unsure and wary of those around him. However, he met a friendly soul. Someone willing to reach out and help him when he needed it. Despite being a long way from home, Qiu'li no longer felt nervous. Rather, a small glint of excitement welled inside as he saw various other warriors such as himself, ready to display their skills. Qiu'li hadn't forgotten his initial goal, and this would become the first step towards his journey. >End<

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E Rank Semblance (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam)
F Rank Weapon
F Rank (Martial Arts & Acrobatics)

[Wolfe]

Qiu'Li 26XP

1 + 26 = 27XP new total

Flower 21XP

101 + 21 = 122XP new total

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