Parthevia Empire

[Apollymi]

"I know." Samiya said she too had been watching the interaction of the Rukh pretty much since the pair of Dungeon Capturers had met each other. With this in mind, she was simply amazed enough by the whole thing, to not know what to say about it. She'd also avoided commenting on the interaction of the Rukh to the pair since she had no explanation for what she was observing anyways. While she thought on all of this, Ali brought her back to this moment trying to figure out which of the fire based Djinn was being held by the teal haired young man. "Oh, it's Amon. Fudo captured the Seventh Dungeon." she mentioned. When thinking about his from a purely observational standpoint, she assumed that the mixing of the Rukh had something od do with the Djinn and the two individuals who use them. "Whatever is going on here, it doesn't seem to be negative so I am content to wait and see." she finished still looking. "Unless, of course you have a better idea." she mentioned. It seemed that Samiya was having a continued chat with this young man while trying to figure out about the Rukh's interactions with Fudo and Yasmin.

Meanwhile Yasmin looked at the pair of Magi in front of the cart and stretched her blue eyes never moving from the pair. "They are talking about us."

[Bloodedge]

"Amon? That must have been more recent. I noticed Astaroth's dungeon went missing over a month ago. I assumed it had something to do with you at first, but I figured you would be the last person to go there." Now that he was on the topic, Ali was reminded of why he'd gone off on his own little journey. "Say, Samiya, did you raise the dungeons for Glasya-Labolas and Dantalion? Both of them have Dungeon Capturers here, but I feel like that's no doing of ours."

In the meantime, Fudo was being alerted to Yasmin's suspicions about the Magis' discussion. Nodding, he confirmed that he shared this idea as well. "That comes as no surprise. The look in that one's eye was the same look Samiya had earlier. We'll find out soon what they're going on about."

[Apollymi]

Samiya looked at the man before her as if baffled. It was quite normal to think that she might have taken someone to a dungeon, after all it was her main purpose in life. Even so, Ali was quite right in assuming that she'd had nothing to do with the dungeon raising or capture of Astaroth. "Yes, you are very right, it definitely isn't an ideal place as far as I am concerned. I figured you'd go there eventually." she said of the location which apparently housed the Djinn known as Astaroth. As for the final question posed by this man a bit of shock came over her face as she considered what he was asking and went on to explain why he had asked such a question. "No, I raised neither. It's a bit early to be considering either of those... I wouldn't have raised them. Assuming since you asked me you didn't do it either, who would raise those two?" she looked towards the next place then over her shoulder at the two Dungeon Capturers in the cart. "This does not bode well." she finished running a hand over her face. This had to mean that there was another Magi raising dungeons and doing things for reasons they did not yet know.

Meanwhile, Yasmin nodded seeming to know and understand that the Magi would eventually reveal any pertinent information. "I suppose so..."

[Bloodedge]

"No, it does not bode well at all. We should get in contact with Shula and make sure she hasn't been raising any extra dungeons recently. For now, though," he said, turning his attention to the cart and its inhabitants. "I'm back to accompanying you all. Oh, I'm Ali, by the way... for those of you I've yet to meet." With that said, Ali hopped onto the top of the cart, where he would rest until there was use for him.

"Fudo Shakir. Pleasure to meet you, Magi." Assuming Samiya would also return to the cart, Fudo moved the vehicle forward until the group reached their ultimate destination: the Harron family's palace in northern Parthevia. There were many more slaves present in this area, but upon approaching the small palace-like building he was sure to be their target, Fudo exited the cart and began walking toward the building. "I suppose it's time I did something as well, isn't it?" he said, making his way toward the front gates.

[Apollymi]

Samiya sighed thinking of the other Magi known as Shula and simply shook her head from left to right. "I actually have a reasonable amount of faith that Shula wouldn't do something like that. Though if any would lead someone to Astaroth's dungeon it would be her." mentioned the woman who also retook her place atop the cart next to Ali which would probably continue to seem odd to all below.

As the Magi introduced himself and said he'd be rejoining them for their adventure, Yasmin only nodded. She'd always assumed he would be back eventually though she was never very sure what he was doing in the first place, she trusted this individual. "Good to have you back~" she mentioned to the spiky haired male. Meanwhile, Nasira had a look at the man and introduced herself as Fudo had done figuring it would be best if they all got to know each other as well. "I'm Nasira." she said sticking her head out before shuffling back into the spot she'd inhabited inside the cart. And before too long the caravan was off again, this time making it all the way to the compound of the Northern Side of the country. Here they saw numerous slaves and a small palace. Upon reaching the destination Yasmin heard what Fudo had to say and shrugged. "If you wish to go first I won't stop you... I'll go as well." she said knowing that she'd long since reached her limit as far as letting other people get out in front of her was concerned.

Inside of this small palace in one of its more elaborate rooms decorated with lots of shelves, scrolls and books, a purple haired girl could be found with golden eyes. She was sitting behind a desk with lots of papers in front of her... but it was unclear whether or not she as alone here.

[Bloodedge]

Elsewhere, on the roof of the building, a pair of tall male figures stood to discuss matters of importance. The listener of these two was the purple-haired male whom Yasmin had encountered prior to her exit from Parthevia. The other man - the one speaking - was a raven-haired individual who seemed to be of noble upbringing. He wore kenseikan made of wood upon his head to tame his long, flowing locks, and his black kimono and hakama were worn beneath a silky, form-fitting, mostly white haori. At his left side was a katana with a purple hilt, baring the eight-pointed star of a Metal Vessel on its blade, shown through its sheath. "So, it's decided. Parthevia's monarchy will fall during the war. When that is done, the Kou Empire's rule will allow the two of you to remain Lords over the country. We expect you'll find two other candidates for the emperor to inspect."

When Fudo entered the building, he pressed onward until such a point that he stumbled upon a room with a very intricately designed door. Whatever, or whomever resided inside this room, was of great importance. So, Fudo did the sensible thing, and simply knocked on it.

[Apollymi]

Yasmin was following behind Fudo and when they reached the door which seemed to be hiding something she was a bit surprised when he knocked on it. She wondered why he'd bother with such a thing but was more immediately surprised by what followed the knocking immediately after. "Come in." a young girl's voice could be heard from behind the door. She hadn't bothered to look up she was seemingly immersed in whatever she was reading, and right at the moment she wasn't expecting anyone different so she didn't bother to change what she'd been doing prior to this. She was dressed simply in what appeared to be a bra and linen a small golden locket around her neck. Her purple locks toss up into a messy ponytail and her golden eyes alight with all she was presently reading. As she did this... "Just one second I'm almost done with this page." she said raising a finger but still not looking up immediately.

[Bloodedge]

When he was given permission to enter, Fudo did so immediately. He took a casual pace into the room, taking note of the surroundings and the work of this purple-haired girl. It seemed she had yet to notice that he stood apart from the others in this building, but in fact, Fudo still boasted the appearance of a commoner, bar his general posture, demeanor and expressions. With a gentle smile, the man with dual-colored eyes replied to this girl. "By all means, take your time. There's no need to rush on my behalf. I could even come back later, if you'd like."

[Apollymi]

The girl was still reading as Fudo entered and Yasmin followed behind him at a most casual pace. Of course, the man's words to the girl as she held up her finger to finish her page made the pink haired young woman smile. She'd not expected him to be so nice, but she supposed they weren't initially intending to do anything with violence. In fact, she was generally opposed to being violent unless it was necessary, still it was always a bit surprising to find other people so like minded. Of course, the purple haired girl stopped immediately after hearing this man's voice as it wasn't one she was familiar with and when she finally looked up she saw two different colored eyes and a rather beautiful man standing before her and she was all but dumbfounded. "I... uh... hm..." she started seeming to lose the ability to speak a blush appearing on her face. "I'm sorry." she apologized though she had no idea for what.

All the while Yasmin giggled just a little. She couldn't remember if she'd ever laid eyes on this girl prior to this moment, but she'd seen enough of people throughout her time as a slave to know when people had become infatuated and it seemed to be the case for this girl. But to her credit the pink haired young woman said nothing and was content to simply see how Fudo handled this situation.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Fudo had gained the visual attention of the girl he'd spoken to. Her reaction, while not what he anticipated, could be considered one for the betterment of his case. As such, he continued moving forward, eventually having a seat on the other side of the desk she sat at. "Sorry? Why would you apologize during my intrusion, I wonder."

[Apollymi]

The girl behind the desk was even more astonished when this man sat down before her. Once he had he expressed a curiosity about her apparent apology. She had no reason for this, other than it was the first sentence she'd been able to utter since seeing the man. "I... don't know." she managed looking around the room and finally noticing the pink haired young woman adorned in various pieces of gold and a flimsy bit of cloth. Though she wasn't jealous of the young woman she wondered if she'd noticed the complete fool of herself that she was making, a subtle wink came from Yasmin which caused the girl's eyes to widen but again, the young woman soon turned on her heels and began to peruse the library this girl was apparently sitting in.

After a few seconds of recovery time, she seemed to be more able to focus and she managed a simple statement. "I'm Shadiya." she finally managed. She still had no idea what this man or his companion were doing here. "I wasn't expecting anyone but my brother... why are you here?" she asked. This girl seemed to be at least, a bit better tempered than her male siblings had shown themselves to be. At this point, it was kind of refreshing, and it gave Yasmin a bit of hope.

[Bloodedge]

"Well, I guess that makes two of us. No matter," Fudo said following the girl's reply. When she introduced herself to him, Fudo thought it only civil to place his right hand upon his chest, and bow his head where he sat. "Ah! Forgive my manners, Shadiya. My name is Fudo. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." With that said, he rose from his slightly bowed position to sit upright. His expression never wavered as he sat in front of this girl. In fact, he seemed to be becoming more relaxed with the passing of time. "As for why I am here... my friends and I came on an expedition to abolish slavery in Parthevia. I am not from here, but I believe I am correct in understanding that you are a member of the Harron family, the monopoly on slave trade here, correct?"

[Apollymi]

This man seemed to be more relaxed and this helped Shadiya relax as well. Though she was still obviously quite smitten, his tone and general pleasantness made it very easy for the girl to become less tense and hide her obvious like of this young man at least in her own mind. After a few seconds he introduced himself and his name made her head tilt to the side. "I've heard that name before..." she muttered only to shove it away. Somewhere deep in her head, she'd read very recently about someone with that name, but she couldn't quite recall who that was at this very moment. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you too." she said giving the man a nod as he continued on. Once he gave his reason for his visit her eyes went wide. This wasn't something she'd at all expected least of all from someone not from here. Thought it was to be expected that slavery was generally frowned upon by those who believed in abject freedom she didn't expect a man who wasn't even from this place to care how it was run. "Yes, I'm a member of that family but that still doesn't make sense. Why do you care if slavery is abolished here, if you aren't from here?"

[Bloodedge]

Fudo merely chuckled. He then went on to inspect this girl, bypassing her question entirely for the time being. Of course, a few moments later, he rose from his chair and leaned forward, eyes honing in on the locket Shadiya wore around her neck. He reached out for it, stopping his right hand several centimeters away. After all, Fudo liked to avoid being rude at all costs in situations like these. "May I?"

[Apollymi]

As the man chuckled the girl seemed a bit entranced. She had no desire to question why he'd avoided her previous question and simply blushed harder as she found herself under his gaze. When it was made obvious thar he was reaching for her locket she acquiesced to his desire to touch it, trusting him for no apparent reason. "Sure.. " she said fighting the desire to touch the item herself.