Impa Town Construction

The sun hung high in a spot quite lucky for the vampire, it discarded upon the town-to-be seasonably appropriate sweltering rays. Not so lucky was a girl of a similar stature and origin. Not fully awake yet, Lucia took the brunt of the sun to her tightly closed eyes. She couldn't turn her head fully, as her position, as well as excessive bandaging would not allow it.

She lay sandwiched between a pair of lumber piles, on a stiff board among freshly cut planks. All of this sat within the framework of what would one day be a building, the cobble foundation not even set yet. With a hefty groan she shoved herself up. She rested an elbow over her forehead to shield her eyes. A quick glance at the street offered an unusual sight; a well dressed girl placed under an ornate parasol. The unsettling pallor of her flesh would probably put another off easily, but Lucia's intrigue peaked with beholding her swishy gait.

Something was up with it, she decided. If not for the suspicious skin, parasol, and walk, she would suspect the strange wavelength messing with the signal displaying on her glasses. If someone marked as a foe such as her would show up in the lenses, a poorly armored girl like that shouldn't have shown up having such a decent defense-to-weakness ratio. The flesh anomaly wasn't just a poor complexion, it was something much more, Lucia thought.

In no shape to fight, Lucia wondered why she was getting up. She had a feeling in her gut, not an urge to fight but something else. There was a feeling within her like she hadn't felt since Mayon passed on. The girl emanated safety, even the Scrub following her looked pretty confident. It took her a few moments to assure herself that she was attempting to join monsters. She continued toward the two, completely casually. Lucia reminded herself that she almost looked like a Gibdo.

Gathering a wealth of courage Lucia flanked the figures and moaned "Where are you going, miss? Can I help you find your way?"

Her fairy poked out from the bandages and grinned. This would be a lot more fun for her than the usual bore.

Sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall, Blank really didn't have anything to do. Blank, Cena, and Blyss had arrived in Impa several days ago, however, Blyss mysteriously disappeared to fight in some sort of battle. Blank and Cena hadn't seen her since then, so who knows where she went. Blank slid his squishy wooden body up the wall, standing. He had been standing outside, leaning against a wall. Blank and Cena had spent a little while looking for Blyss, but Impa wasn't very big. Blank had assumed Blyss had just left, but Cena seemed confident she wouldn't leave without them.

They were taking a break and resting, using the side of a random building to rest against. Looking around, Blank saw her; Blyss. She was walking down a road, using her parasol to block the sun's light. Blank squeaked, looking at Cena. "It's Blyss!" He squeakily said to her, although Cena probably saw her. Blank ran after Blyss, although he didn't run at full speed, so as to not run ahead of Cena. How was it so easy to find Blyss after having such a tough time looking? Because it's totally not a Blyss exact look alike or anything.

"Oh, she knows her way, it seems." Lucia noted silently. But this was not over. Lucia had just awoke atop a lumber pile and was running out of options fast. Her initial goal in coming to the town was fulfilled, but her new goal of staying fairly alive and in good order was in dire neglect. So who better to mooch off than this fancy-pants ill-pallor? It was all good and settled in her mind. Lucia was going to be a tool for a growing organization with questionable motives.

She stumbled half-reluctantly behind the scrub who had seemed to notice her a little more than the first girl did, while probably somewhat less than the second girl. As nervous as she'd ever been, she could not find the words to begin a dialogue with the mad scrub. Actually, she'd never bothered talking to one. They were always attacking the village somehow and were treated like any other dangerous beasts. She then attempted a half-smile and ended up with a more crooked face than she'd begun with.

"Who knows, maybe the other girl has something friendly to say." Lucia thought suddenly. "Yes, that would be the most intelligent way of getting a job with this group."

She inched over as she strode, ever more nervously near the other girl. Cena was still about eight entire feet away. Lucia's lip quivered like a liberally salted snail. Lucia chalked in her mental notebook that she was not entirely ready for this moment. In fact she wouldn't get around to starting a conversation herself at any point much later, she simply continued walking.

As Blank and Cena approached Blyss, she let out a quick remark, before heading off. Cena quickly followed, as did Blank. There seemed to be another girl with them, however. Was she a friend of Blyss? That seemed odd. Especially with how Blyss completely ignored her. Then again, she did that with both Blank and Cena, too. Perhaps that was simply Blyss' nature? Come to think of it, Blank didn't really know anything about the Kokiri girl they had been following. Of course, he didn't really think much on it, as it didn't really matter. The girl seemed to slowly trail behind Blank as he followed Blyss towards the organization, quickly coming to a stop as they did.

Cena seemed to pull out paper for sketching designs for the place. Could she draw? Blank simply stood there, like a stump as he had just been called. He didn't really have any place in these types of things. As he did, Blank seemed to noticed the girl, Lucia, slowly make her way from Blank to Cena. Cena seemed to not even notice this new girl, and Blyss simply ignored her. As she slowly moved towards Cena, Blank spoke. "So who are you?" Blank squeakily spoke to the new girl. Was she interested in joining the almost newly formed guild? Maybe she was a stalker. Blank really had no idea, but she seemed more interested in Blyss and Cena than she did in Blank.

Quickly she replied to the scrub; "I'm not really anyone." She hadn't fully thought everything through. Her voice was a bit shakier than usual. She didn't say much else but that, and tried to think her situation through a little more. Perhaps she could get away after observing them more, she thought. Then at least her safety was guaranteed.

She veered aside of the scrub a little more as Blyss began to make a scene.

Lucia's mouth stood agape below a mess of bloodied bandages. While at this point it had been four days since her ill-prepared trip through the fields, the wound pile didn't stop from getting taller. Although it was quite easy to dismiss the stale pain, she couldn't feel it over the sound of how awesome Blyss was. Lucia took notes on the vampire's abilities in tandem with simply taking in what was taking place.

Certainly moving along with her entourage was worth it, as this was one of Lucia's more intriguing finds since leaving the village. She hastily withdrew her notebook from the back of her belt and began scribbling in the form of this self-important beast of a girl. She titled the sketch "angry lady" at a sudden loss for any sort of meaningful description.

Lucia quickly ditched her minutes-old plan of leaving the scene after just getting the details. Her obscured eyes beamed at the promise of a sparkling set of new chess pieces. However, the threat of Blyss noticing the process of being documented grew ever higher as the scene went on. Lucia stuffed the book back in her belt and tightened one end just to keep it secure. She was actually more at risk for being considered suspicious, or in the worst case scenario, dumb. For she had spoken only two short phrases since stalking this gang. Not that she had even thought of the possibility. Lucia was deluded pretty deeply that they would come to consider her an ally in no time. Back in the forest it was completely unheard of to not be at some level of friendship with the locals. Something that came packaged with being the children of a talking tree.

Pretty quickly though, Lucia had remembered that she might not be welcome yet. Awkwardly she stood in the middle of the soon-to-be road. She took a much firmer grasp on her place in reality and turned to Blank again. With her most diplomatic voice she began what she hoped would be a healthy dialogue.

"If you would really like to hear, Master Scrub, my name is Lucia. I'm an exile of the Kokiri Village, on a diplomatic mission for my own survival. You can thank this for that fact." She pulled from her pocket a struggling fairy, showed the Mad Scrub, and shoved it back in her fastened inner pocket.

"If you don't mind, I'm also on this mission of my own pleasure. I'd very well like to record the countless most interesting living vessels of the outside world in my studies. You see, I couldn't help but notice your leader is special. She's quite obviously wealthy. She simply must be looking to obtain a facility in this new town. That's why people are coming here after all. She's going to need more staff than just the two of you. If it's not a problem could I apply for a job?" she confided in the creature. She did her best to keep eye contact with him during the ensuing moments of Blyss' onslaught of words. What was that about beneficial services? Lucia suddenly hoped she hadn't just applied to be a barber.

She's not anyone? What kind of a vague response was that? That was all Lucia said, as she started staring at Blyss' actions. Suddenly, she did something interesting; She pulled out a sketchbook. Slightly peeking over Lucia's arm, Blank watched her sketch. At the end, she simply wrote "angry lady", her referring to Blyss most likely. Quickly putting it away, they both stood there, watching Blyss yell. Soon, Lucia turned her attention back to Blank, however. She seemed to speak in an official fashion, something Blank wasn't really used to.

". . .Well, it doesn't matter to me if you "apply", but you'll have to speak to her about that." Blank finished, pointing his stub of an arm at Blyss. "But, Master Scrub? I'm Blank, I'm not a master." He squeaked, probably somewhat missing the meaning behind it.

Lucia pulled a bandage up over her eye to see. She'd fallen asleep again in an awkward place like everyone seemed to do around here. With a stretch she fumbled to the window. To a sudden shock she noticed a flurry of chunky flakes clumping together outside. If the snow outside got any higher, they'd be stuck inside for a long time.

Suddenly there was a clunk. Lucia turned around. There were more clunks as she heard stomping around on the roof. The fire stuttered as a small colorful rock bounced out of the hearth. Lucia rushed over to look at it. It was a bit greenish and poorly carved, but pretty in its own special way. There was more noise as other objects came down. Lucia quickly pocketed the stone. Everyone was sure to wake from the ruckus.

Production on the hall quickly started, although Blank didn't have a lot to contribute in physically building it due to his stubby body. However, he still managed to contribute overall. Exhausted from the day's work, Blank collapsed into the fireplace, although luckily it was not lit. He probably couldn't sleep here, however. slowly rolling himself up, Blank trotted over to another spot in the hall and passed out.

Waking up some time later, Blank couldn't see anything. There hadn't been torches added to the walls quite yet, so the only sources of light were from the fire in the fireplace and from light piercing through the windows outside. Looking over towards the fireplace, it was the source of what had awoken him; A large amount of noise from the fireplace. Standing by it was Lucia. She was that girl who wanted to join, right? Well, she had assisted with construction, so she must have. Blank decided to ignore the noise for now, and glanced out of the window. All he could see was white.

Everything was covered with snow, and it was steadily falling. It was starting to pile pretty high, too. It seemed like if it didn't stop, it'd eventually pile higher than the buildings, too.

Lucia stumbled around, now not just nervous but also fearful of the flapping reptile making a whole new ruckus. Her foot thudded against something on the floor. She found herself tumbling to the ground on top of a poorly hidden female figure. Her breath was lost as they collided. Out of her pocket rolled the new stone, which promptly landed onto Cena's face. Surprisingly, Cena didn't even stir from her sleep.

Lucia nervously jolted up and backed away from the body. She didn't notice her new trinket had gone missing and quickly dismissed the girl in favor of the scene at hand. The mystery deepened as she watched the pale girl rushing far out into the storm. A large blue shape in her enchanted glasses denoted a tough-scaled beast flapping about. Nothing she could do would make any difference, she assumed. She shot a look of confusion at Blank, as if to inquire what she had gotten herself into.

Blank jumped slightly as he saw a wyvern descend from outside, letting out a loud screech. Blank had never actually seen a wyvern, so he didn't have a clue what it was. It certainly was intimidating, though. Blyss seemed unphased by it, however, even going as far as to draw her weapon and approach it. Wait. . . Was she going to fight it? As he kept his eyes on Blyss and the wyvern, he heard stumbling. Quickly spinning around, Lucia was collapsed onto Cena, who seemed to still be passed out. The girl quickly pushed herself up, the glowing stone going unnoticed to Blank.

She quickly seemed to dart up, trying to avoid the awkward moment from escalating. Lucia didn't seem to notice the rock either, as her attention was turned to Blyss. She seemed to send a look at Blank that said. . . something. He wasn't very good at reading faces, so he decided to answer her face with a question. "Do you know what that thing out there is? Blyss went to go fight it, it looks strong. . . Should we help her?" Blank squeaked to the Kokiri girl. Although it was a Wyvern, Blyss was rather strong herself. Plus, he didn't want Blyss to yell at him for interfering, or something of that sort.

Lucia bent her neck obtusely around, noticing quickly that Cena was up. She turned back to the scrub.

"I am not quite sure from this distance, but it looks like a dragon. It is. . . smaller I suppose. I will put my money on wyvern." she answered the scrub as well as she could. At this revelation she decided this was the perfect time for an entry in her book.

She hopped out the window and began to jot notes in her book in blurry scrawlings of charcoal. She added a few crushed berries to denote the strengths and weaknesses of the creature based on what the Spectacles of Agony told her. Pretty soon she had made a pretty decent entry.

The wyvern quickly caught wise to his sudden modeling job. It gestured inquisitively to the busy girl. She looked up at it while snow piled onto her head.

"I am sorry did you say you were looking for a. . . liege? Leige? that does not sound right you have to pronounce it with more of a hiss. 'Leeee' 'liiiiege' Yes just like that." she had begun to lecture the speechless creature on pronunciation. She soon caught up with the situation and noted that it was futile.

"Oh I am sorry. To answer your question, we all are being led by that girl in the snow over there. She's making an organization, see.
. . . Well, I would not call her polite exactly. No! I can't be the leader that would not make any sense. No, if a leader is a diplomat then there would be no one to keep things in order. See the economy of our organization would not be handled properly, that is why she is in the top position. I am telling you, she is the one in charge! Never mind, sir wyvern. I will leave this matter between the two of you. Maybe you can work something out." the dialogue between Lucia and the screeches and grunts of the wyvern went on for long enough for any onlookers to be confused out of their minds.

The ordinary Kokiri hopped back into the window. The warmness greeted her sorely. She stuffed her notebook back behind her belt and tightened it a little to keep it fast to her self. She spotted Cena still drowsy in the chair. She was holding the stone, it seemed. Lucia went over to clarify what had happened.

"Oh that, I must have dropped that trinket when I. . . uh. . . tripped before. Do you know what manner of stone that is? It seems familiar somehow." she wondered aloud to Cena in hope of a revealing answer.