Wishful Thinking: Voyage to the Sun

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{{EDIT: Now You MUST Go With K's Party. No If Ands Or Buts))

Kantor City; a large city in which collaboration between magic and science has contributed to a truly prosperous living experience. In fact, Kantor is often called the most well off city in all the region of Grandor. The people are friendly, the monsters stay out of town thanks to a magic barrier cast to prevent them. Then there is the observatory. There in the star gazing dome sits a woman in white lab coat with long, brown hair, writing her notes as she occasionally peaks back into the telescope. This young lady is known the world over as Professor Sabrina Bizra; prodigal child with extensive knowledge in Science, Magic, and Alchemy.

Sabrina: (Bites the eraser end of her pencil) Hm...Cyan, would you hand me that chart of the star alignment around this area this time of year.

Cyan: (Bows politely) Of course, ma'am. (Turns and picks up the pile of charts, cycling through them all until she finds the one with the proper markings across the blank space) Will that be all?

Sabrina: (Takes the charts and looks over them then peaks back through the telescope for a quick moment) That's what I thought. These aren't our stars. This alignment isn't even close.

Suddenly, the alarm at the control hub goes off, a small red light flashing repeatedly at a high pace as a blaring siren sounds in the observatory. Something was amiss in the world of Vangeleon and it may very well be something incredibly crucial. Thus Sabrina gets up and packs her things.

Sabrina: Cyan, we're going back to the lab to gather a few things. We have a bit of a trip to take. (Turns and leaves with her hands in her coat pockets)

Cyan: (Bows) Yes, ma'am. (Grabs the Professor's bag and leaves with her)


Hasteriver Village; Town of Merchants, Farmers, Traders-

K: (Suddenly leaps over a fruit cart in the street being pushed along by vendors as two large men chase after her, plowing through the cart like bulls) Hey, that's property damage, boys! You gotta PAY for that!

And thieves...

K turns on a dime into an alley and uses the wall of the building to turn herself completely around, running along it over head before flipping behind the two goons and running off into a crowd, leaving the two idiots to fumble over themselves until they spot her running off in the opposite direction and get after her. K looks over her shoulder with a devious little smirk, weaving through the crowd with the small case she'd been holding still hugged tightly beneath her arm. Inside? Geno, the Currency of this world. Small gold tokens.

So yeah, that's me and the name's K. As you can guess, I'm the adorable little thing running from the big oafs here. Don't concern yourself with 'em. They're total morons the mayor hires out behind everyone's backs. He doesn't like me much. Even though all I did was take a few little Genos from the round little man. The man whose vault is as big as a house. Yeah, the twenty I took, he'd never miss. That is if he wasn't a money grubbing little greed ball. Oh, emphasis on that ball part. Seriously, he's- oh, whoops, interrupting. I'll just unfreeze the show now.

K ducks and weaves through the crowd before it starts getting thicker and she resorts to using people's heads as stepping stones.

K: (turns around as she runs off) Sorry, ev'ryone! (Disappears around a corner)

The two thugs push their way through the crowd to find that K had already gone. She had a knack for disappearing. That was for certain. The two of them then turn and walk off to go see the mayor.

[ATTN: K]

"Alright, then, lead the way." It looked like I still needed convincing, but we really didn't have a choice, unless we could FLY over. That looked just as, if not more unlikely, seeing as the spell for that hasn't been invented yet in magic yet. This forest itself was ominous, filled with tall trees that filtered out a large amount of the sunlight. The light was barely enough to see in front of them, let alone farther away, yet there was always that feeling of being watched. Soon, they reached a rather small open enclave, and despite the short travel time, we all felt exhausted.

"So, can we have a QUICK water break?"

[ATTN: K, Ryder]

These two... were not... human... Thinking... in... spurts... So... freaking... tired. Now, seriously, how could they still want to press on? There were bunches of thick brush and logs and tons of other obstacles, and made me feel BEAT. Water quickly filled my mouth, and I wiped off the excess when I heard something in the brush. A vial cork popped off and a torpedo of fresh-smelling thyme appeared beside me. "Did anyone else hear that or was it just me?" This was a bad omen, Mel must've known that we would have taken the shortest route possible.

[ATTN: ?]

Ugh, really, Mel? You're sending a cowgirl shooter/trapper person to capture us? I REALLY should have seen this one coming, after all, the mastermind was a serial arsonist. "Let me put it this way, I believe Mel has forgotten about me already." A haughty laugh erupted from my mouth, how could Mel have forgotten that I was coming along on the trip? It was insulting, almost, and I made sure that this woman was on the receiving end, firing the torpedo at her before recalling most of the thyme. Another vial, this time, filled with a hot spice sauce, popped open, and formed another orb around me beside the slightly smaller orb of thyme.

"Mel seriously didn't mention a Lyon Dufresne in her letter? She must have wanted for you to fight me... or she's setting you up." A smirk creased onto my face. "After all," I droned on, "I wouldn't be as smart as that woman and have CARELESSLY forgotten about someone. Now, either you can feel insulted too, and forget about her ties to you, or we can fight." Should she choose the fight option, I would, upon hearing anything to do with fighting, launch the small torpedo at the net, hopefully cutting some of the rope, and then fired the Capsaicin Cannon at the mystery woman.

[ATTN: ?, K]

Oh, GOD. My hands shot up in the air, after all, I was being held at gunpoint. I looked up at K's trapped self and slammed my hand into my face in exasperation. "Why, K, WHY? You didn't tell me you were wanted, oh, I don't know, EVERYWHERE." I huffed and retrieved my ingredients, returning them to their proper capsules. This was getting loonier and loonier by the minute, and honestly, I wasn't going to have much more of it. Time to reason with her. "How much of a bounty is on her head? 'cause let me tell you, we three are going treasure hunting." Mostly those two, but I was benefiting as well.

"As I said, I'm Lyon Dufresne, MASTER CHEF of Vangeleon. And these two here are taking me treasure hunting to find herbs and spices." Hopefully, this was a woman who would sell her talents to the highest bidder. Remembering Mel's money, I took the pouch out and jiggled it around. "THIS? is what we've ALREADY made from knick-knacks and other antiques." Perfect bluff! This was going to work out greatly. "Now, why would you want paltry bounty money when you could join us for treasure hunting?"

[ATTN: K, Ryder]

Oh, thank GOD Ryder was there to save our keisters. I could have gone toe-to-toe with that "law enforcement officer", of course, but there had to be an admiration of her. She really fits under that goodie-good archetype, and that was something to be admired, of course, but sometimes, the Geno beats being honourable. Not often enough, but sometimes. "Alright, if I'm right, we'll probably experience more than one trap around the forest. Any ideas to avoid them?"

[ATTN: K, Ryder]

"K, if I may, it might be a good time to try out one of my newer spells," I said, pouring some spices and herbs into my hand. It was about time I saved their behinds instead of them saving mine. Concentrating hard, these herbs and spices began spinning around into a mini-tornado of sorts. "This should not only clear us a path, but it will also deactivate any traps she might have in mind for us in that path, but it will definitely give us away." I looked at K, holding the tiny tornado of 11 secret spices and herbs. "If you don't want me to, we'll just bushwhack. If you want me to, just point in a direction and I'll fire, but give me a definite yes or no..."

[ATTN: K, Ryder]

"Roger that, K." The tornado was placed in a jar and then put into the satchel. I tried to keep up as easily as I could, but I was still human. There had to be a way to keep up with them, because I was lagging behind horribly. "Someone's... gonna... pay... for this!" I rummaged through my bags, looking for anything, ANYTHING that would help me keep up. A vial of Fairy's Wing found its way into my hand, and I sighed in relief. This might just do the trick. Coating it in some Nimeric Lava, I bit down on it, feeling a surge of energy with the leaf in my mouth. Quickly, I found myself back with the group, thanking the culinary gods for the epiphany.

[ATTN: ???, K, Ryder]

My lungs were burning, and thank GOD this woman had an alternate path out of the burning forest of Acheron. "Many... thanks..." This girl wasn't too bad looking either, now that I have the time to appreciate her. She was a country girl, through, and through, and that wasn't bad. An aura of goodness was NEVER bad either, unlike the mystery that surrounded Mel the first time they had met. "Holy... Sassafras..." By now, the Lava Wing had worn off and I was beat. Thankfully, we were already at the entrance of the cave, and it was good that we could rest here for a bit. "Shall we... break for lunch...?" As I said this, I began to wheeze and hack a little bit, completely winded. "I... have... cured... pork."

[ATTN: Lassy]

Looking at Lassy, I vehemently shook my head. "Miss, if ANYONE'S going to be doing ANY cooking, it's going to be me. I'm sure your food's pretty good, but..." I had a rather smug look on my face as I said this, "I cook pretty seriously too." I was pretty tired, but to be frank, I was not going to let anyone feed me anything less than heavenly. I was the only one I knew who could handle heavenly like I did.

[ATTN: Lassie]

IMMEDIATELY, I could see that I had ticked her off, and that wouldn't do. "My apologies, miss." Getting up, I coughed again and stretched. "I'm not trying to come off rude, but I take a LOT of pride in what I do, both in making and tasting food. I'll cook for all of us, please, relax, enjoy the company of the two here." Reaching for my bag, I grabbed a frying pan and some flint, arranging a fire and disassembled my spice storm, getting into my element. Soon, a divine scent filled the air of the cave, arousing the human palate.

"And here we are, this is just some pork chop, I wish I had materials for a sauce, but just pork will do."

[Attn: Lyon]

Lassy: Not half bad. I can see why you'd be so darn proud.

K looks at Lassy in awe. How could she be so blunt? Was she really not totally mystified by Lyon's culinary genius? Was she missing key tastebuds? She simply seemed to be enjoying it. No sense of awe. No divine moment of splendor. Just a blunt remark and a satisfied expression. .

[ATTN: Cave group]

Oh, that could have turned out badly for us. It was bad enough to piss a girl off, but a bounty hunter with a gun as dangerous looking as that? Glad to get off relatively scratch-free. "Now, Lassie, is there anything we should know about these caves? Any dangerous inhabitants, or is this just a way to the next village?" Opening my book, I flipped through my list of rare foods and seasonings and noticed something that was here. My mouth went agape and I suddenly became very excited.

"Would you happen to know about Blacktop Truffles?" Blacktop truffles grew in the region, but only in places with little light (too much would cause overproduction of sugars and bursting of the tops) AND ample moisture. This cave seemed like the best place to harvest these truffles.

[ATTN: K, Lassy, Ryder]

My head bobbled back up and down in acknowledgement, and my senses were severely heightened at the prospects of locating a rare ingredient, as the group of four now set off deeper into the cave to reach the village. On the way, I figured that Lassy was going to have one of the wanted posters for K or Ryder. "Excuse me, Lassy, but do you still have those wanted posters? It might say who posted it up or something of the sort." It was imperative that we know who wanted the two, after all. My attention quickly turned to looking for mushrooms when my eyes caught an oddly shaped item along the wall...

"Ugh, false alarm." CURSES! And I got so riled up for it too. "This one's poisonous, let's move on."