[Qiu'li]

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The raven-haired man's second task was to venture out and retrieve a sizable portion of berries for the group. Qiu'li knew a fair amount about berries- living out in Forever Fall with minimal nutrients aside from nuts, herbs, berries, and the occasional splurge on animal meat when he could get his hands on it meant that he had to develop such skills in order to maintain a relatively healthy body. Many times he had to experiment and learn from his mistakes, though it was through failure that he managed to succeed. Such has always been the case, but isn't that what it means to exist? Well, not like that was on the forefront of his mind. When their leader, Aegle, directed them towards the campsite that he and Solomon had scouted out a few days prior, the raven-haired man got to work with leaving his belongings behind and bringing along the bare essentials for completing the next tasks: His weapons, a large straw basket, and a roll of sturdy wire. Once they were given the assigned task, Qiu'li walked up to his assigned partner and nodded. "Let us depart, Carmim. I saw some berries in bushes by the river." He said before carrying his items over his shoulder and started heading towards the source of the rushing water.
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His partner for this task, Carmim. The red-headed companion of Nikolas and close friend of Evangeline, or at least what it seemed like from his point of view. Qiu'li wasn't one for keeping up with whom was friends with whom- it was difficult reading social cues already, why put himself through more of a headache? Either way, his last real interaction with her was during their classroom match with Professor Van Sange, who had them all clamped down by the wrist and forced to fight each other. Qiu'li shook his head as he tried to shake away the recollected thoughts. That wasn't something that he wanted to remember, all things considered. Though he definitely saw Carmim differently after that. Aside from that classroom encounter, the only other time their paths crossed was during the Argus escort mission at the very end.
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Now that he was effectively caught up with recalling whom his partner was, Qiu'li glanced over at Carmim. For someone with such a fierce fighting style, she was quite... small. Like a mouse. A very loud mouse, that seems to have a strange obsession with cheese. The raven-haired man thought nothing of it. Hearing her talk made for pleasant background noise, and the enthusiastic chatter was a different change of pace from the forest noises. He would respond to her questions to the best of his abilities, but more or less remained quiet as he let her talk, or hum, or made whatever noise that seemed to spontaneously come out of her mouth. The raven-haired man simply listened and responded when asked a question, but he wasn't sure if he was making it awkward or not by saying nothing. The river was a good distance away from the open camp site, but as they ventured further in, the louder the rushing water noises became.
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Once they reached near the river bank, there was a number of berry bushes that dotted the edges of the river. There were berries of various shapes, sizes, and colors. However, there was one problem: Qiu'li recognized none of these. The raven-haired man understood little about climates and how fruits and vegetation were region in many places- Haven being no exception. There were no berries that he could recognize, despite the number of herbs that he had seen prior. This was a strange predicament, but one that he wasn't going to immediately panic over. He had experienced this once. What could go wrong now? The raven-haired man turned to Carmim and nodded. "We will need to taste each one of these berries to make sure they won't affect everyone else back in camp." Qiu'li reached out and inspected a bush. They contained bright red, cherry-colored berries with a certain firmness to it. The raven-haired man plucked it from the bush with a hard grip as he inspected the berry.
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It glistened in the light due to moisture, and it had a vibrant red hue to it as he examined the berry. It was curved, shaped like a talon and roughly the size of his pinkie finger. Never had he seen such a thing, but there was a first for everything. Qiu'li turned to Carmim and nodded. "Probably faster if we find own berry to try and report it." The raven-haired man suggested as the talon shaped redberry dangled between his fingers. He wondered why it was shaped like that; perhaps it was only native to this area only? Well, either way he awaited for Carmim to either go along with his plan, or snatch a talon-shaped redberry of her own to try.
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Once she had obtained her berry, Qiu'li would nod to Carmim and ingest his berry.
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WC: 833 TWC: 833
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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA: 100% TAG: @premurderkiwi NOTES: greenberry bad. redberry good. WORDS: 703 | TWC: 703 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Although Carmim was pretty excited about the opportunity to spend a little quality outdoors time with Aegle, seeing as how they'd completely missed one another during the Midterm exams, she was still just as excited about the prospect of getting to know their other classmates better. For starters, Qiu'li. The two of them had been tasked with the monumental responsibility of foraging for berries to eat. While the mountain man was perhaps more adept at knowing his plants in nature than Carmim, she had grown up in a rural village that relied at least partly on wild produce, when the crops were low, as they often were in the harsh deserts of Vacuo. Of course, she was considerably less familiar with Mistral's natural flora, but there was a first time for everything, wasn't there? She was more focused on the classmate, and arguably, friend, walking alongside her. He was tall compared to her, absolutely towering over her small body, though not quite on the same level as Nik or Arbor. Definitely not as tall as Asterion, but the rugged Valeian was solidly built with muscle, mostly centered on his lower body, which was the part she could most easily see without staring skyward anyways. It was pretty clear that he never missed leg day. The little redhead didn't know much about him, aside from that, though- they had scarcely interacted, aside from the Argus Limited mission, and the classes they'd had together. She knew that he was Eva's boyfriend, or at least, that's what Eva said about him, after she had to practically pry the information out of her. And if he was good enough for Eva, then despite his intimidating scowly face, he couldn't be too bad. And, upon further reflection, it seemed she had been wrong about his adultering ways, anyways- and Carmim didn't like holding grudges. As they walked along, she contented herself with chattering about anything and everything, though she quickly found that Qiu'li wasn't exactly the best conversational partner when it came to small talk. Still, she persisted, running the gamut from observations about the weather, the soft grass of the forest, and her hopes and dreams regarding the kinds of berries they would find. She wasn't sure what Mistralian berries were like, but some of her favorites back in Vacuo were known for their big, intense, flavor profiles, something important in the desert- strong flavors attracted birds and other small animals to eat the berries, spreading the seeds around as they did. She'd learned that from her brother, as a kid. And, much like a small animal, she also enjoyed the powerful berries of her home kingdom. With any luck, maybe they'd find some here! Eventually, they came to the riverbanks, and Carmim quieted down as she saw the many different berry bushes lining the waters. There were so many! And so many different colors, shapes, and sizes! She didn't recognize any of them, not at all, so hopefully Qiu'li would know what to do. Unfortunately, he did not. But she wasn't aware of that- as he suggested trying each berry, she figured he at least knew they were all safe to eat, so she nodded happily, before turning abruptly to examine the nearest berry bush. They were tiny, almost pear-shaped, but no bigger than grapes, and they seemed to be an alarmingly bright green color. Hmmm... Looked like desert fruit! Probably good and tasty! Qiu'li, while she had been distracted, had apparently found his own berry, and suggested that they try their own berries and report in. Easy enough! That way, they could cover twice as much ground! "Bottoms up!" It wasn't a phrase that made a lot of sense in the context of eating berries, since unlike glasses, berries didn't really have bottoms, or at least none that would be pointed up. But whatever, she wasn't a linguist. Cheerfully, she popped the bright green berry in her mouth... And abruptly spit it out, scraping at her tongue in dismay. "Blech! Euch! Sweet stars, t'at was horrible!! Do not eat t'e green berries, t'ey taste so bad!!!" It was indescribably bitter. Absolutely horrific. Hopefully Qiu'li had better luck with his berry...

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[Qiu'li]

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One bite. Then two. Qiu'li was not for making faces, well aside from his natural scowl. That said, this would probably be the closest to any other expression that he made aside from seemingly grumpy.
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Which was even grumpier. It was spicy. Qiu'li had never eaten anything like this before, but suffice to say that this was definitely a pepper of some sort that he mistook for a berry. The raven-haired man held his mouth as it gradually turned a shade of red from eating it. He was taught by his master to be grateful for everything that the outside world had provided him, and that spitting it out was a cowardly sign of ungratefulness. Frankly speaking, there wasn't a whole lot he could eat either growing up in the forest. Eating everything that wasn't poisonous was his staple, but it was because that he knew what wasn't edible and what was did he survive. Regardless, he quickly found downing his entire canteen of water before being able to breathe.
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In this situation, all of that was out the window since they were in a new environment with many berries that he didn't know. Watching Carmim devour the first one and then promptly spit it out gave Qui'li the memo. Don't eat the green ones. Perhaps they were unripe or something. As Qiu'li struggled to open his mouth after swallowing the berries, the raven-haired man reached out to Carmim and presented her the red pepper. He tried to form out the words "Do not eat." It only came out as a series of sputters.
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It wasn't a pleasant situation to be in, and not one that he wanted Carmim to be in too. He only shook his head if he couldn't get the words out and moved on. Perhaps there was a berry here that he could eat that would help him with his situation. Next he plucked out a blue colored berry. It was a dark blue, about the size of his palm. Needless to say, it was massive comparatively, but after eating the first one, he was less inclined to eat them now. Was there really no other way to tell if they were edible or not? Ugh-
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He took a hesitant bite. Crunch. Alright, a sour aftertaste, but so far not inedible. A kind of sweet flavor? Qiu'li couldn't tell but then the sourness started to escalate.... And escalate it did to the point of his lips puckering to a bloated size. Wait a second, was it from the sourness of the berry that his lips started to pucker or something else..? Either way, he tried to wipe his eyes from the sweat that was starting to form, but then it started to sting terribly.
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Wait. His hands were on the spicy peppers just now.
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So now Qiu'li looked like an inflamed monstrosity with slightly puffy eyelids, puffier lips, and all around slightly more miserable. At least Carmim wasn't nearly as hideous, right?

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WC: 496 TWC: 1329
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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Wolf Style: Pounce (Leap) | Rank C
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[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA: TAG: @berrybuddy NOTES: pickleberry good meatberry wrong WORDS: 573 | TWC: 1276 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS He hadn't. The look on his face told her that much, as she glanced up, finally able to stop shuddering from the horrendously repulsive berry she'd just found. Horrific. His face didn't seem much better; She watched as his face burned bright red, and he chugged his canteen of water like he was dying of thirst. Carmim was curious. Probably too curious, actually. She plucked a berry from the same tree, as he suffered uncomfortably beside her, and she looked at it quizzically, before popping the red fruit into her mouth. Not a moment later, Qiu'li managed to turn to her and say something that almost sounded like "do not eat," but the way he was struggling to form words, he could have also said "Doughnut meat," or "Do know feet?" Neither of those made as much sense, though. She couldn't really see what he was so worried about, though; it had a little bit of flavor, wasn't too bad. Kinda plain. Reminded her of her mama's spicy fried rice. She shrugged and nodded. If Qiu'li didn't like them, then she wasn't sure if the others would either, so no sense loading up the baskets with those. She continued her search. And found a different berry, that was also green! That... Wasn't very reassuring. Considering the last green berry tasted like absolute shit. Tentatively, she glanced first at Qiu'li, who seemed to be suffering once again, this time at the hands of a blue berry, before gazing back down at her new green one. It was eggplant-shaped, and lumpy, with a distinctive rubbery texture. Gingerly, she took a careful bite of the unknown berry, and was immediately surprised by its intense shock of flavor. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open, after swallowing the bite, as she stared down at the remaining bit of berry in her hand. That one. That one was perfect! It was sour, but not sour like a lemon, more like a vinegary sour, and it was crunchy, and well, it kinda just tasted like a pickle. Were there pickles that grew on trees!? Is this where those tiny snack pickles came from!? Her mind was blown, and her mouth was full of pickle berries. "Ohhhh!!! Qiu'li, Qiu'li!!! Try t'is one!! It is very, very, good!!" Her face was alight with nothing but the purest of joy as she thrust a handful of the strange berries in the general direction of Qiu'li's face. She'd already eaten several, and it didn't seem as though there were a lot left, so they would have to keep trying more berries, if they wanted enough. She still went ahead and picked the rest, plopping them into her basket, before resuming her search for more berries. Hmmm... This one looked like a grape, almost, but kinda slimy, and without a peel... That was her next conquest, she decided. Emboldened by her pickleberry success, she bravely flung one of the off-white blobs into her mouth, and... Immediately spit it out. "Why does t'at one taste like a roast goat...!?" It wasn't exactly bad... But it was so strange, and so unexpected, that she couldn't finish it. It tasted like meat!! What the hell kind of berries were these!? Mistral was such a strange place... Regardless, after a second trial, she reluctantly had to admit to herself that the meat berries weren't terrible. At least, not as bad as the green berries...

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Qiu'li had knelt down from the pain of eating the spicy berry to the point where he was at face level to Carmim. Who would have thought that his downfall would be berries. At the very least, he tried his best to wipe the residue of the spicy berries onto his sash to prevent more unfortunate accidents.
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Somehow, one of the berries that Carmim had thrust into the raven-haired man's face with the force of an incoming rebar got past the swelling face and down his throat, which nearly reversed the inflammation process immediately. So much so that Qiu'li was able to speak again! A miracle!! Qiu'li began to chew the remaining berries that were stuck between his teeth and damn were they good. "You are right, Carmim. Very tasty. I think Aegle and others will like a lot." The texture, or at least as much of it as he could taste from getting smashed in his face, was very nice. It was light, and had a very tangy aftertaste.
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He looked over to Carmim and saw her face turn from one of pleasure and delight to one of disgust as the berry projectiled from her mouth...
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Into his.
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Qiu'li was still in the middle of munching the other berries as it flung into his. Was this a strange custom where she came from? Qiu'li didn't know, and quite frankly didn't want to be rude about it, so he uh...
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Maybe Carmim came from a lineage of birds. They tended to do that to their young. Wait, does that mean that Carmim saw herself as a mother to him? That was an unsettling thought, but he didn't want to come off as pretentious.
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Then her response to the berry made sense. She didn't like the taste and he happened to be in the pathway of her projectile spit. By the time he had processed it, the berry was already down his throat as he ate it. Hm! "Ah! It is the meat-berry. I have spent days living off those back in Forever Fall." Qiu'li immediately stood up and retrieved the fleshy balls of goodness and popped another one in his mouth. "It save me many days when I felt like I was dying of hunger... Remind me of home." Qiu'li had a listless look on his face briefly before glancing over at Carmim.
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"You are very strong for being able to eat red berry. I felt like was going to die." He said as he turned back to gather more of the meat ones.
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WC: 432 TWC: 1761
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Hei Tiequán | Rank E
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Wolf Style: Pounce (Leap) | Rank C
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[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA: 100% TAG: @deadberryman NOTES: RIP kiwi WORDS: 617 | TWC: 1895 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS It was a little unpleasant, watching Qiu'li eat the bit of disgusting berry she had spit, unwittingly, into his mouth. But she figured that it might be some sort of cultural thing that his tribe did, so she chose not to say anything, and instead focused on scanning the area for more berries they hadn't tried. But then, she realized that perhaps he was simply using the most efficient means of deduction to determine what type of berry it was that she had eaten- apparently it was a meat berry? She firmly believed that no berry should ever taste like a roast goat, so it was most definitely not a berry for her to enjoy, but if Qiu'li said it was good, and thought highly enough of it to fill his basket with more of them... She'd take his word for it. Although, if he was filling his basket with berries that she didn't like, she no longer had any reservations about adding a few more spicy berries to hers. If he wanted to eat the gross meat berries, she wouldn't stop him, but she liked the spicy ones! A fact which Qiu'li seemed to have noticed, as he complimented her (very literal) intestinal fortitude. She beamed with pride. "We did not have t'ese back in my home village, but we did have many spicy plants and cacti. My mama makes spicy fried rice many times hotter t'an t'ese red berries!" In theory, if the stony-faced man were to eat her mother's cooking for as long as she had, he too would be able to stomach the intense heat of the spicy berries. Unfortunately, she had about a seventeen year lead on him, in that department. Hmmm... Looking around, she spied two new varieties of berry on a bush further into the brush. On one were a bunch of little bomb-shaped blue berries, huge and plump- almost golf-ball sized! Or she would imagine they were; she'd never actually played golf before. On another bush nearby, she spied some odd little cone-shaped berries, which she at first mistook for hornet nests. Luckily, they were not- just normal berries. Or well, as normal as Mistrallian berries could be. Which she was quickly finding out to be, not-very. These ones were bright yellow, sort of waxy, and smelled a little... funky. And oddly familiar. Hmmm... Which to try, though? And then, as if to make the decision even harder, as she looked up to the sky for answers, she spied, higher up in the tree, a very tiny, wrinkly, red berry... And then another... And a few more. They looked like they would be good, but... They were so high up. A glance to her basket. It wasn't quite even half full. They would definitely need more berries than this. So she decided to start with the blue ones. Carefully, but with less restraint than was likely advisable, she plucked one of the large fruits from the bush and opening her mouth as wide as possible, popped the whole thing in. Only to find her lips puckered inwards, and her entire tongue was lit up by something ten times as sour as a lemon! "Mmmmmmmmmmhh!!!" she cried out, waving her arms in the air like a panicking chicken. So sour! When would it end!? it was so sour! So painful! Eventually, the sting of the sour berry began to fade, and she sighed a breath of relief, now that she was able to breathe freely again. Hopefully the other berries weren't as intense as that one... She needed a break from berry-picking after the blue berry, though...

LAIKA OF GS!

[Jay]

XP Distribution:

Nova Astros: 17
60 + 17 = 77

Carmim Clover: 19
780 + 19 = 799