Catch a Tiger by the Tail! The Spice and the Squidious!

[Fox]

Orange Town was a small little town in a quiet corner of the East Blue. So, Vepar wasn’t exactly sure how to approach this situation. She’d spent the better part of the day just swimming around the port, trying to get close but not too close. She was sort of hoping to just… bump into this tiger fellow. Or see someone who was definitely and obviously “White Tiger” material. No one really fit that description here. There were plenty of white haired old fishermen, but they all looked old, feeble, and not even remotely datable.

Her mental image of this tiger guy was definitely datable. Hm. Vepar had her head poked out just above the surface of the water, but she ducked back down to look at her companion, Calcifer. He was a giant squid, but with a lot of effort and some physics defying contortions, he could resemble a human. It was a talent of his, for sure. She tapped him on his mantle, waiting until he turned to look at her.

Should we just go up there? Vepar signed. Cal rubbed his beak as if it were a human chin - something he had picked up from his method acting - and poked his eye up above the surface of the water as well. He held a tentacle up to shield his eye from the sun and scanned the area before ducking back down.

“It looks like a small podunk town! What role do you think I should play?”

Vepar rolled her eyes and sighed. Not again. She pouted, putting a hand on her chin as she watched Cal quickchange into an outfit. She never understood how he managed to do that with all of his extra limbs. He spun around with a flourish, now wearing an old timey detective outfit. “Haha! What do you think?” He tucked a pipe into his beak for dramatic effect.

Vepar shook her head, making Cal rub his chin.

“No? Hm… You’re right. Too academic!” Another spin and Cal was in another outfit. This time it was a green robe and… witch hat? Vepar squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be while Cal looked on proudly. The longer she tried to figure it out, the prouder Cal seemed. Oh no. Eventually, she just gave up, nodding and sitting back from Cal, giving him tiny applause.

“Haha! I knew it! The mage never fails!”

Cal turned his back to her, earning him another eye roll. This was from the tabletop game that he played, that much she was sure of. What was it called? Labyrinths and Leviathans? Yeah, that sounded right. By the time Cal had turned back around, she realized that he had been talking the whole time. She could only read the last few words of his statement.

“...genius! I know, I know. Well, should we get going?” Cal asked, looking up at her with his one big eye from beneath his hat. When she nodded, Cal tucked away his beak into his robes, switching to their nonverbal form of communication. Taking him in her hands, Vepar surfaced from the port, stepping up onto dry land. She towered over everyone, even some of the ships. She saw a lot of terrified looks and could see that some people were screaming. Vepar lowered Cal to the ground with a sigh.

Time to catch a tiger by the tail.

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Vepar | Black #000000 | Post Count: 1
Calcifer | Medium Spring Green #00FA9A
Tags: SnowDog Vio

[Vio]

^{Nephelé #1}

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Solar warmth upon her face was a welcome change for Chmela Nephelé that day. A break from her current occupation. Not that she disliked it, but a brief vacation every once in a while was healthy for mind and body alike. To think, such an island as this one had witnessed some abnormalities in recent weeks, yet she had mostly been unaware, merrily working a job and adding to her savings. One day, she would have enough to realise her dream, but for now she had to make do.

The sea breeze was far from warm, but seldom was it too chill to bear. Instead, the air equalised upon the docks, lending a refreshing saline tang to the sleepy warmth and turning it to something more stimulating — a natural energy for the rest of the day to come. Still, there she sat, dressed in a simple cream blouse and dark purple skirt of middling length, white stockings and black shoes giving her a very conservative look. Glossy black hair had been tied back into something more casual, forming a curly bun at the back of her head that allowed just a few wavy bangs to fall either side of her face. Impossibly dark eyes gazed absently out to sea.

“I wonder where the three of them went,” Miss Chmela mused quietly to herself, holding a warm mug of mocha in both hands and taking a sip every now and then. A guilty pleasure, to be sure, but it was her day off. Two men and a woman had ventured across Organ Island that fateful day at the behest of a frightened townsman, successful in their strange endeavour, but each had soon gone their separate ways. A beast, apparently slain, though Nephelé was not entirely sure of the whole tale…

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{As Nephelé enjoys a coffee on her day off, she ponders recent events and the whereabouts of such individuals.}

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Chmela Nephelé | #9683ec

[SnowDog]

"Bor wor..." came as a whine from the giant Akita. The boat beneath his paws rocked as the vessel paved through the waves as it approaches the island closing in on the horizon. The dog's whining was soon silenced once a gentle hand reached behind one of his pointed ears and began to gently scratch at the skin through the fur.

"I know, Bjorn," Freya reassured her fuzzy companion before sliding her hand to the top of his head before resuming the scritches, "I'm hungry too, and I'm sure we'll find some good food here as well." As the boat came in to dock, Freya paid the captain for their ferry and proceeded down the main dock. Walking down the pier, Freya could only think about the rumors she had heard regarding Revolutionary spotting in this Blue. It felt like she was chasing a wild goose, blowing through her beri just to go and hear someone say "I think they came through here," or "Yeah I saw them but don't know where they're heading." She needed concrete proof, evidence, or something. Hopping from island to island wasn't getting her anywhere, only expanding the list of places she's seen.

Freya's train of thought was derailed as Bjorn began to sniff about the dock frantically, snapping her back to reality. The mass of fluff brushed past her in a hurry, scuttling along the boardwalk as if he were tracking the scent of some sort of prey in the woods.

"Bjorn! Ay, don't you- No, bad! Get back here!" The Viking girl called out chasing after her runaway compatriot. She bolted down the pier, brushing past the other dock workers or fisherman that were coming and going along the boardwalks. Most of those that she passed by appeared to already be displeased given the massive Akita that had just bolted down by them only seconds ago, but now they had her trying to run past them as well.

Freya managed to finally close the distance between her and Bjorn, only after Bjorn himself stopped in front of a young woman looking out over the ocean sipping from a mug. As she began to wrap her fingers around Bjorn's saddle, holding him back least he decide to run off again, she immediately felt the scent of coffee whoff at her nostils.

"Terribly sorry, ma'am!" Freya flustered as she tried to apologize, pulling Bjorn back to prevent his inquisitive nose from prying further into the poor girl's business, "You didn't happen to put cinnamon in your cup there? He absolutely loves cinnamon..."

There was a brief moment where Freya tried to fill the awkward air with a nervous laugh, pulling back on Bjorn’s saddle and rubbing behind his ears to try and distract the prying pup. In an instant, the sunny day appeared to have turned to night, a dark shadow blanked over those who sat along the dock. Freya gazed up to see what massive storm had suddenly manifested over head only to find the silhouette of a massive...was that a witch?! The Viking girl recoiled a bit as Bjorn looked up and began to cower at the new sight. What is this?! What’s going on?! Large tentacles swirled about as the massive octopus mover further onto the land, continuing to tower about everyone and everything along the shore. Is that... Is this witch actually a kraken or something?!

[Fox]

Calcifer was absolutely loving all of the attention. Of course, most of it wasn’t directed at him, but he didn’t seem to care. Vepar shook his head at his silly antics and glanced around at those that she could see. Some were frozen in shock and horror. Others were screaming and running away. Some of them were being chased by a very unhelpful Calcifer who had gotten a little too into character. She guessed that he had forgotten why they were here already.

There was one pair of people that did catch her eye. One was staring up at her incredulously and the other was quite peculiarly ignoring her. Curious, Vepar gently stepped back into the water and waded over to them. It was shallow enough here for her to be about waist deep, so she guessed it was about twenty or so feet deep at the docks. A good depth even for larger ships.

Vepar waved, so as not to seem unfriendly, and signed at them. Hello! Sorry to interrupt your morning. I don’t mean you any harm. We are looking for someone. Can you help us?

Just in case they didn’t know sign language - which was pretty likely in the East Blue - Vepar reached out with one of her free tentacles and snagged Calcifer, snatching him away from chasing some random innocent passerby. She shot him a cross look to which he shrugged sheepishly. She set him down next to the pair. In his human disguise, he wasn’t too terribly tall. He had bundled all his limbs together to form a vaguely humanoid shape. Of course, his hands were still tentacles and he had just the one eye peering out from under his hat.

“Ohohohohoho~! Hello! We- Hm. What are we here for again?” Calcifer asked, turning to Vepar. She tugged the front of her hat down in shame. “Oh, right! We’re looking for a cat!” Vepar flopped over in the water with a huge splash before picking herself up and jabbing an oversized finger into Cal’s chest. “Oh… uh… a… white cat…?”

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Vepar | Black #000000 | Post Count: 2
Calcifer | Medium Spring Green #00FA9A

[Vio]

^{Nephelé #2}

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Stood sipping the spiced mocha, Chmela Nephelé remained mostly oblivious to her surroundings. That was, at least, until something approached. Perceptions heightened to the sounds and the feels of the world around her, the presence of warmth and the sound of air flowing in and out of nostrils was rather obvious, even if she couldn’t really see what it was that was generating it. Simply turning to face whatever it was, the breathy sounds and warmth that went with it were indicative of an animal — a large one.

^{“Hello there~!”}

^{“Terribly sorry, ma’am,” a woman spoke:
“He absolutely loves cinnamon…”}

“Just a pinch! It’s no worry,” Neph answered with a smile, vaguely making out the silhouette of another person. Not at all perturbed by the animal’s presence, perhaps in part due to her own naturally gracious and welcoming demeanour, she steadily extended a hand in search of the canine’s body, fingers finding fuzz and tracing the jaw of the entity. At least, she did so until the dog’s head shifted, recoiling from something as a dark pall rolled over them.

“Hm…?” Miss Chmela raised her head, a palm extended as if to check the air. The sounds of screams and yells found their way to her ears, though the cause was unknown — a little disconcerting. “I’m going to hazard a guess that that isn’t storm clouds overhead,” she mused, entirely unaware of the presence looming behind her until something else caught her senses. The vague scent of the sea, more prominent than normal, and then another voice; a male voice that seemed a little unusual in ways the woman could not quite place.

^{“We’re looking for,” the stranger said:
“A… Uh… White cat?”}

“You don’t sound so sure about that, sir,” Nephelé answered, hearing the large splash behind her and again shifting her footing to face the source of sound — wide and dark eyes could barely make out the shape of a man to whom she raised an eyebrow. Even on her day off, she couldn’t help but present a warm and friendly smile, showing courtesy where courtesy was due. “Might I ask what exactly is causing a bit of panic amongst the people? My eyesight is mostly useless, so I can’t see what’s causing the fiasco. Is there any immediate danger I should be aware of…?”

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{As Nephelé finds her peaceful moment disturbed by a variety of occurrences, but remains calm and courteous.}

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Chmela Nephelé | #9683ec
Freya | #eeeeee
Calcifer | #00fa9a

[SnowDog]

Freya could only stand wide-eyed as she watched the witch make some gestures to the much smaller gentleman that stood beside her. They seem to be... Communicating? He spoke clearly but the gigantic witch woman appeared to not be saying anything. What is going on here, and who are these people even?! The woman with the coffee in front of Freya finally spoke up, snapping Freya out of her daze and returning her to the previous conversation.

At the mention of not having the best eyes, Freya held her arm out before Nephelé's face and waved her hand in front of her eyes to test her sight. Could she really not see the giantess right next to them right now??

"There's- There's a giant woman who just rose out of the sea..." The viking woman told the supposedly blind woman. Turning her attention towards the flamboyant speaker for the giant squid lady, Freya's brow rose quizzically at the mention of this "white cat" the duo seemed to be looking for.

"You're looking for... a cat?"

[Fox]

Vepar pinched the bridge of her nose as Calcifer fumbled with his words. She wondered if he thought that they were on some sort of vacation. Fortunately, the woman that he was talking to seemed nice enough. She gave the woman an apologetic look before realizing that not once had she looked up at the giant mermaid of a woman. This made Vepar’s brow crease in confusion until she read the woman’s lips. She cleared her throat and floated down, resting her chin on the dock.

“Wh- erm hem… a man, actually,” Vepar said softly and slowly, carefully enunciating each word, “My apologies for this idiot.”

She flicked Calcifer on the back of his head.

“Hey!”

“He’s my interpreter, but also an idiot, so you’ll have to forgive him,” Vepar smiled apologetically, “We’re looking for a man that goes by the name white tiger. Have you seen him?”

Calcifer turned to the two ladies on the dock, rubbing the back of his head and looking grumpy. He was facing away from Vepar so she couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, and she’s the bright mermaid who thought, oh yeah, let’s roll up on this country town instead of leaving it to the expert here,” he proudly put a tentacle on his chest before gesturing at them to look up at her. “Anyway, eyes up so’s she can read ya lips. She’s deaf if you haven’t clocked onto that yet.”

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Vepar | #000000 | Post Count: 3
Calcifer | #00fa9a

[Vio]

^{Nephelé #3}

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“There’s a giant woman who just rose out of the sea,” said the stranger, prompting a curious expression to form upon Nephelé’s face, though by no means a shocked one. Either the stranger was being rude, though that didn’t seem likely given her earlier apology for her pet’s behaviour, or she was being honest; who was she to judge a person based on their size? Sometimes, the common folk were a tad too fearful of the unknown. Of course, Neph barely saw anything of Freya’s hand wave, save the slightest change in light intensity which she attributed to the giant woman’s movement.

^{“You’re looking for… a cat?”}

^{“A man, actually,” said another:
“That goes by ‘White Tiger’ …”}

“Eyes up so she can read ya lips,” the gentleman spoke, revealing the nuance of the supposed giant woman’s life — a nuance that Miss Chmela was somewhat appreciative of. She couldn’t fathom what it was like to be without one’s ability to hear, which evoked considerations. If she lost her hearing, much of her life would’ve been made even more difficult, perhaps exponentially so. Many questions popped into her head but, out of mutual respect for this individual’s disabilities, she kept them to herself for the time being. Honouring the gentleman’s wishes and the woman’s needs, she raised her head, though wasn’t sure where she was meant to be looking.

“White Tiger…? Hmm.” The name rang a bell. A week ago? Perhaps a little more? Many people had passed through over the days gone by, but she distinctly remembered an unusual interaction taking place in the very inn at which she had been working. The name ‘White Tiger’ had been mentioned. “A man by that name passed through here some days ago — perhaps a fortnight by now — assuming that it’s the same individual that you’re seeking,” she explained, prying out knowledge of the elusive entity.

“Ah, that was it,” Nephelé remembered, taking another sip of her coffee. “He and a woman with… warm hair, I believe, went off gallivanting through the woods on the other side of the island.” Some memories of the moment were missing, perhaps crucial points that turned the description on its head. Though, that was most likely a result of the caffeine in her system…

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{As Nephelé elaborates on her knowledge of the man known as the White Tiger.}

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Chmela Nephelé | #9683ec
Freya | #eeeeee
Vepar | #000000
Calcifer [NPC] | #00fa9a

[SnowDog]

Wait, the giant sea-woman couldn't hear? Freya looked up to face Vepar at the request of her associate, a puzzled look crossing her face. Giants were something Freya was plenty familiar with, the ones she knew were usually very boisterous... But this woman was extremely soft-spoken for her size. Was that because she couldn't hear?

"Wait a min- He was here?" Freya interjected, looking back at Nephelé. The mention of a warm-haired woman traveling along with the White Tiger had Freya thinking back on the rumors she had picked up, no mention of this woman ringing any immediate bells. Did someone end up joining him or did I not pay close enough attention... "What could be on the other side of the island that's important enough to draw them over there..." She murmured aloud, unknowingly asking herself a question just loud enough for everyone around her to hear. "Sorry, it's just, that's why Bjorn and I came here as well." The Viking girl moved to scratch behind Bjorn's ear, earning a happy pant from the giant dog.

"What about you two?" Freya inquired looking up to Vepar as she spoke while also directing her question to the funny-looking associate tagging alongside the mermaid, "What's your interest in this 'White Tiger'?"

[Fox]

Like Calcifer had asked, the women looked upward, though one was staring off in some random direction. What, was she blind? Annoyed, Cal reached out to correct her gaze with his tentacle arms, but Vepar batted him away and gave him a look. He sputtered, somewhat offended before she signed something to the effect of ‘be respectful’. It took him a minute to process what that meant. Oh. She was blind. Whoops.

While Cal dealt with his chagrin, Vepar turned her attention back to the woman just in time to catch her beginning to speak. Her eyes widened. A lead?! And a fresh one. A few days ago wasn’t that long in the grand scheme of things. A multitude of questions raced through her mind - mostly along the tangent of if this White Tiger guy was a hottie - before her better judgment caught up to her. Right, she wouldn’t know… but the woman with warm hair… did he already have a girlfriend? Dammit…

Vepar pouted. Why were the hot ones always taken? Presuming he was hot - and he probably was if he had a woman with him already. The other woman’s reaction was interesting though. Vepar didn’t catch all of it because she looked away, but she quickly lowered herself into the water a little bit to catch the latter half - though it didn’t make her feel any less confused. Vepar frowned, a little perplexed. She wasn’t sure how much information that she wanted to give out as a member of the Revolutionary Army to two complete and total strangers.

“I think you should explain your interest before demanding to know our own,” Vepar said, her soft, polite tone taking on a somewhat cooler edge to it. Calcifer, in response, put his tentacles on his hips and nodded vehemently. “Yeah, yeah, see!”

Vepar rolled her eyes at Cal as he loomed over the woman and her dog, turning her attention back to the woman with the information.

“It could be him,” she said thoughtfully, “Do you know what he was here for? His purpose? Did he say anything interesting to you?”

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Vepar | #000000 | Post Count: 4
Cal | #00fa9a

[Vio]

^{Nephelé #4}

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“Well, he seems to be a very popular individual,” Nephelé mused as the others debated their reasons for seeking him out — neither side seemed willing to reveal it. Two separate parties seeking out the same person who just happened to have passed through town in recent memory? Were she into conspiracies, Neph might have made unnecessary connections here and there, but instead remained mostly still and calm as she stood sipping her drink.

^{“It could be him,” said the woman:
“Did he say anything interesting…?”}

“Hmm,” Miss Chmela considered for a moment, recalling the events as clearly as she could. Truth be told, up until local resident Jaime’s plight had caught the interest of that warm-haired woman, the ‘White Tiger’ had remained an entirely elusive entity. Admittedly, it wasn’t hard to slip under the barkeep’s radar in normal circumstances, especially if one wasn’t wanting to become the centre of attention. After some pause, she shook her head.

“He spoke little to me, so I assumed he was merely passing through, as most travellers tend to do. Orange Town gains most of its trade that way. It’s not my business to pry,” the blind lady attested, pausing a moment to take another sip of her coffee, now having more accurately discerned where she was supposed to be looking in order for the deaf one to read her lips. “He seemed to be willing to assist the townsfolk with their issue at the time, if that’s useful information by which to judge his character: He joined forces with the warm-haired woman, though she seemed the most interested in the problem for what I believe were more personal reasons she would not disclose…”

Another sip.

“…Pardon me, but if neither of you give an inch when you could have valuable information,” she spoke, having picked up on that which was unseen — a certain tension that buzzed within the air on the voices to which she was more sensitive. “Then you are each doing yourselves no favours. Call it my shred of wisdom, but as I hear it, you’re both after the same man for perhaps similar reasons. If you really have a need to hide your motives, then perhaps take a leaf out of that other woman’s book and dance around the subject,” Nephelé smiled softly, seemingly holding no concern nor regard for nonsense, but by no means being hostile about it…

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{Nephelé further explains, but alerts the others that it may be better they discuss their motives.}

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Chmela Nephelé | #9683ec
Freya | #eeeeee
Vepar | #000000
Calcifer [NPC] | #00fa9a

[SnowDog]

As her inquiry was met with some retaliation, Freya couldn't help but get a little fired upon based on the oceanic duo's response to her. She wanted to make sure these guys weren't bounty hunters! They didn't have to be so rude about it.

"Yeah well, I asked you first." Freya retorted in a childish manner, crossing her arms over her chest, spinning about on her heel to turn her back somewhat to the two individuals who easily tower over her. Bjorn moved from his sitting spot and tried to nudge his big nose underneath the crossed arms, whimpering softly as he did as he was asking for pets. His efforts were rewarded as he forced his snout under her elbow just enough to pry her arms apart and bath the top of his head with gentle scratches.

Nephelé then tossed some wisdom upon the two groups, which prompted an eyebrow raise from the Viking woman. Sighing defeatedly, Freya spun back around to face Vepar and Calcifer.

"Alright fine, we're not gonna get anywhere acting like this... " She threw her hands up as if surrendering herself to their rebuttals, "I just wanted to make sure you two weren't here to- well, turn him in or something. I need the tiger's help with something."

[Fox]

The blind woman’s comments made Vepar feel sufficiently chided. Still, her reluctance to share much of their objectives was out of necessity as much as anything else. The information that the blind woman did provide was interesting if somewhat demoralizing to her dreams of dating this White Tiger. He was probably already taken. Vepar by and large ignored the childish barb that the other woman threw her way, considering instead how much that she could reveal. The other woman soon revealed her actual purpose - as vague as that was.

“We’re acting as representatives of an interested party that has a rather… unique proposal for him. We’re not Bounty Hunters or Marines.”

“But I can play the part if needed!” Cal piped up, putting a tentacle to his chest proudly.

Vepar rolled her eyes at Cal and batted him away with a hand, knocking him haphazardly into the ocean with a shout of protest and a loud splash.

“Uncouth lady! I am an ACTOOOOOOR!”

“Ignore him, please…” Vepar groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose with chagrin.

“Actooooooooorbrlbrlrbbrlbrbl….!”

Not having heard Calcifer’s continued half-drowned sounds of protest, Vepar directed her attention back to the blind woman with a faint, tired smile.

“Pardon me, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Vepar, and my friend is Calcifer. Thank you for lending us your ear. Did you by chance catch the White Tiger’s name? Or where he was going? Or if he’s still here? Any leads would be greatly appreciated.”

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Vepar | #000000 | Post Count: 5
Calcifer | #00fa9a

[Vio]

^{Nephelé #5}

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It seemed her shred of wisdom had paid dividends as Chmela Nephelé stood and continued to listen with mixed interest to the diffusing tensions of the two parties. To her ears, it seemed like neither held ill intent, but rather wished to meet this peculiar White Tiger for reasons of their own. Even so, it was the sound of bubbling over one of the many voices that captured the woman’s attention.

“Is he okay? Is he drowning?” Neph spoke with legitimate concern, albeit not moving a single step from where she stood for reasons that had perhaps been made obvious. She was far from the ideal candidate to plunge in and make the rescue, unable to perceive the fact that said drowning entity was, in fact, perfectly fine. She would likely soon be made aware of that situation.

“Ah… I’m Nephelé,” she said, returning to her drink. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintances. As for your questions,” she paused to consider, though she had to admit her head was a little hollow at the moment. “If he did provide a name, it has entirely slipped my mind, but I’m relatively sure he never stated where he was going. He has definitely left the island, though, unless he’s been hiding completely since his supposed departure… Oh! The warm-haired woman left some time after he did, though I don’t think that helps either of you with finding him. I do wish I could be of greater help, but I can’t exactly watch people,” she expressed.

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{Post Synopsis:—}
_{Nephelé reveals a whole lot of nothing, aside hinting at her blindness.}

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Chmela Nephelé | #9683ec
Freya | #eeeeee
Vepar | #000000
Calcifer [NPC] | #00fa9a

[SnowDog]

Oh good, these two aren't hunting him for the marines, that's a relief. Freya internalized as she brought her hands down to her hips. The two seafolk then introduced themselves; Califer, the smaller thespian of the duo, and Vepar, the gigantic witch lady. Nephele was the local woman who claimed to have witnessed the white tiger pass through, although after her introduction to every one around her, it sounded like there was some new information regarding their quarry.

"Already left? Well damn, if that's true, it sure puts a bit of a hamper on both our hunt for him." Freya responded, bringing her hand up to her chin quizzedly. "Otherwise, quite the gamble to try and scour the island looking for him." Freya then looked around towards everyone standing around the coffe-loving woman.

"Oh, sorry. My name's Freya, by the way, Freya V. Norsca. And my fuzzy buddy here is Bjorn. I know we might've gotten off on the wrong foot earlier, but I think if we're both looking for the White Tiger together, why uh- why don't we maybe work together?" She spoke but even her tone conveyed that it was sort of a longshot, pausing to let the suggestion sink in, "I mean, like- they always say 'two heads are better than one', imagine what four can do!" Freya turned her blue eyes towards Nephele. "Unless you wanna tag along too? Make our four a five?"