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The town Nobuko found herself in this time was small but bustling. It seemed to be a hub or sorts for traders and travellers, and the main thoroughfare attracted both. Little carts and stalls lined each side of the road and farmers and merchants hawked their wares to the pedestrians walking by. Nobuko herself had haggled for a few Hoshidan peaches and now sat in the branches of a tree overlooking the street.
The town seemed so peaceful--far removed from the war brewing along the border, or even the businesslike Ninja village she had grown up in. She wasn't sure what she felt as she watched the villagers go about their business down below. Wistful, perhaps. Unless war came right to their town, it was unlikely they would know conflict more dangerous than the occasional highwaymen or brigands. Unfortunately, the possibility of soldiers reaching this far into Hoshido grew stronger every day.
Nobuko finished off her peach and tossed the pit in a graceful ark toward a pen filled with pigs--strategically located downwind of her current hiding place. She watched with satisfaction as the pit fell into the food trough before she returned her gaze to the remaining three peaches in her lap. Though it was tempting to devour them all, it would be wiser to save them for later. She removed a handkerchief from her knapsack and carefully wrapped it around her peaches. She then nestled the impromptu furoshiki in her knapsack once more, right between her immaculately kept box of medical supplies and her mother's pipe.
Deciding it would be best not to linger any longer, Nobuko slid out of the tree and landed in a crouch at its base. She stood in a fluid movement, then set off down the path with her knapsack slung over her shoulder, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Level 01: Class Troubadour
[HP 15] [STR 00] [MAG 03]
[SKL 07] [SPD 05]
[DEF 01] [RES 04]
Weapon: Staff (E)
Skill 1: Resistance +2: learned at level 1
As long as this skill is equipped, the unit has +2 resistance.
Skill 2:
As Valentine peeked around, every which way she went, she ran into the legs of a stranger. "E-Eh." She whined, as the legs knocked her by, and she seemed to stumble against another person. "Ow!" It was too crowded for the little child, it took awhile, but stumbling out, and to the ground, she let out a whine.
"Brother! I think I scraped my knee!" The little girl whimpered, her voice appearing ever so distraught, as one of her eyes started to tear up.
"Sister..." A soft yet deeper voice rang out. "It's going to be okay sister... You can still walk right?"
"N-Nuh uh my leg is broken!" She whined even louder, as she hugged the totally not broken, leg to her chest. A sniffle escaped the child. This wasn't the best situation for the two to be found in... For a moment a thought lingered within brother, that maybe things would've been okay if they never left... Certainly then sister wouldn't suffer like this, but he quickly shot that thought down.
"Sister, you'll be okay." He muttered, "Don't make a scene..."
The girl pushed herself up to her feet, and limped a few steps as tears flooded from her eye. "I'm not making a scene!" She puffed out her cheek, as she continued to walk along.
Nobuko paused as she heard a child cry out. Her head came up, and she craned her neck as she looked for the source of the sound. She finally spotted a young girl a few yards away, dressed in what appeared to be Nohrian clothing. She looked incredibly out of place, and Nobuko couldn't help but make a bee-line for the child.
"Little one," she said once she was close enough, "what is wrong?" She glanced around and realized there were no adults who appeared to be the girl's parents or guardians. A small frown tugged at the corners of her lips, and she looked back down at the child with greater concern. "Have you lost your guardian?"
The girl could not have been more than twelve, and the idea of her out on her own sent a fission of worry up Nobuko's spine. Perhaps the child's parents were just out of view, she thought. Hoped.
Level 01: Class Troubadour
[HP 15] [STR 00] [MAG 03]
[SKL 07] [SPD 05]
[DEF 01] [RES 04]
Weapon: Staff (E)
Skill 1: Resistance +2: learned at level 1
As long as this skill is equipped, the unit has +2 resistance.
Skill 2:
"I broke my leg!" The girl instantly whined towards the lady, as she moved along, but a more cross tone followed through. "Sister... Don't say that to a stranger... She could be dangerous..." The muttered voice came out, as the two glanced around, before back at their leg. Tears were still flowing from but one eye.
"Guardian... Huh... Brother is she talking about mommy and daddy?"
"... Probably."
"Oh yeah, we don't have a mommy or a daddy!"
The other half of her face turned into a glare, as an annoyed sigh escaped their mouth. "... Don't tell strangers that... Ma'am, she'll be fine, so go along with your day." A muttered voice came out, "Her knee is scraped, that's all."
Nobuko blinked owlishly at the...child? Children? There was certainly only one person in front of her, but she--they?--spoke as if they were two. Nobuko opened her mouth, then hesitated. Well, strangeness aside, the child was hurt and needed assistance. She would not deny it to them on the basis of peculiarity alone.
Her greater concern was the lack of parents. The child did not look like an orphan dressed immaculately as she was. She could be a recent runaway perhaps, which left the question of if anyone was looking for her. Luckily, she had nowhere pressing to be, and crouched down to stand at the child's height.
"Well, a scraped knee could become infected. It would not to do let it fester," she said. "I have bandages and medicine. If you will allow me, I will be happy to patch your knee up."
Level 01: Class Troubadour
[HP 15] [STR 00] [MAG 03]
[SKL 07] [SPD 05]
[DEF 01] [RES 04]
Weapon: Staff (E)
Skill 1: Resistance +2: learned at level 1
As long as this skill is equipped, the unit has +2 resistance.
Skill 2:
One of her eyes seemed to look up, with a certain kind of shine at such a suggestion. "Does that mean it'll stop hurting?" She exclaimed, ever so loudly, a smile spreading upon her, as she bounced a bit to this idea. Seeming to stand straight, which showed she clearly over exaggerated her pain, helped with this show of excitement.
"It's fine ma'am... We don't need your help." A rude tone chimed out.
"Yes we do brother, stop trying to drive people away!"
"... Right, right sister, of course she's just trying to help, of course!"
"See? I'm glad you final-"
"Don't be an idiot." The two argued, as half of the face seemed to be that of a glare, as their little back and forth progressed.
Nobuko watched the back and forth warily for a few moments before she decided to interrupt. "I promise your safety," she said. "We will go no further than the side of the road while I mend your knee. Perhaps you would agree that I would be a fool to harm a child in broad daylight with so many witnesses, if you cannot trust my good intentions?"
It would do no good to placate such a distrustful child, and she would not want to. Fear of strangers was a healthy paranoia to cultivate in one so young and defenseless, though she wished it was not necessary.
"Although I am afraid to say that I cannot guarantee that it will stop hurting entirely, there is a numbing agent in the salve so it should hurt less," she added, for the benefit of the more friendly... personality, she supposed. She propped her elbow on her knee and rested her head in one hand as she waited for the child(ren?) to respond.
Level 01: Class Troubadour
[HP 15] [STR 00] [MAG 03]
[SKL 07] [SPD 05]
[DEF 01] [RES 04]
Weapon: Staff (E)
Skill 1: Resistance +2: learned at level 1
As long as this skill is equipped, the unit has +2 resistance.
Skill 2:
"Aww only a little bit...?" The child seemed to pout, as her head tilted downward. Her other eye seemed to glanced upward with a curious look.
"Hmm... If we're not beside an alleyway..." The deeper voice from within the child muttered, as they then glanced off to the side. Brother let out a sigh, "You'd like that, right sister? She said it'd help a bit..."
"I guess... But why won't it help completely!" Sister seemed to whine, as she swabbed at her nose. "My leg is broken..."
"... No it's not, sister..."
The child tilted their head upward, tears streaming from one eye. "Will I die if it keeps hurting?!" She whined out, her arms grasping at her leg. "Waaaaah I'm gonna die!
The child's behavior was actually rather amusing the longer she watched. The smallest suggestion of a smile creased the corners of her eyes, though her mouth did not as much as twitch upwards.
"It is unlikely you will die from pain, little one," she said, "and the injury itself is minor. The skin is broken, yes, but as far as I can tell, the bone seems intact. Infection would be your only concern, but you needn't worry if you take care of the injury properly." The child seemed to at least partially understand this on their own, but she figured contributing to their argument with themselves wouldn't hurt.
She held out a hand, palm up, and did her best approximation of an encouraging smile. "Will you allow me to help you?"
Level 01: Class Troubadour
[HP 15] [STR 00] [MAG 03]
[SKL 07] [SPD 05]
[DEF 01] [RES 04]
Weapon: Staff (E)
Skill 1: Resistance +2: learned at level 1
As long as this skill is equipped, the unit has +2 resistance.
Skill 2:
The girl grabbed the lady's hand quickly, much to her brother's dismay. It was awfully odd an expression the child seemed to make, and a retort came spitting out. "I guess you can help her, just you better not try harming her in any way..." His glance was cold and almost unfeeling.
"I just-" She sniffled, using her other hand to wipe her nose off, and rubbed the back of her hand against her clothes. "I want it to stop hurting...!"
"Sister..." He let out a sigh, and nodded. "Alright... We'll see how this lady can help... It'll be okay sister..."
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