[center][color=gold][b][h1]Aerith Hastings[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

[center][i][h3]Peppin House #1, Cham, Priestella[/h3][/i][/center]

[@Ryofu][@FamishedPants][@BrokenPromise]

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Aerith had to admit, her new clothes for "this" world were comfortable and....kinda cozy really. And they were kinda cute to boot, in a "fantasy world esque" sort of manner! Plus it had been nice to get an apron with which to keep her clothes somewhat protected against the dust and grime they would be cleaning to boot. A bit of experience, potentially some cash, to her that was the good idea to pass the time and start things of here proper. Then she'd meet Irene and Vasilis to go get identification and such things. Safely. Without a large group. That was what had scared her the most about it, albeit she hoped sincerely that Chieko would be ok. Well....not that she didn't want the other "hey we are from Earth too" people to die, but she'd become attached to her original group a bit at least by this point. 

No to mention the overriding question of why Lord talus had pulled them here, despite the reason he gave. In truth, it would seem the reason for this was a certain someone who "loved" her. She wanted to meet this person, though she got the feeling this would be a struggle. 

Regardless, as Fritzi put her foreheads to hers to learn her magic element Aerith felt a small rise in heat into her face. This close...well, Fritzi was kinda cute. Her skin was petty soft as well, kinda like....wait, bad Aerith! The girl chastised herself mentally at what she dubbed "pulling a Hiro", though her attention was quickly pulled away as the animal-like girl told them how to cast magic. This had been another topic entering into her mind, and as she was told her magic word the memory of earlier entered into her mind. Shamak? That was the word that Irene had used to immobilize that entire crowd of bandits! She'd even memorized what Irene had done to attempt later in secret, but....well, this was her chance to do something with it at least!

Aerith closed her eyes, seeking to do as Fritzi has instructed. In her mind, the picture took the form of water pouring from a hot kettle into a tea cup, gentle yet filling, serene...yet focused and deliberate. Her breathing seemed to adjust to this unconsciously, and then she opened her eyes and extended a hand whilst breathing out gently and calmly. Her face seemed to echo the feelings she'd channeled, or rather the image she'd mentally channeled for this with her being the teacup and the magic being the kettle, before she spoke in a manner as she'd seen Irene do earlier. 

[center][color=gold]"Shamak."[/color][/center]

And issuing from her palm was, to her surprise, a cloud of black dust, filling up the space in front of her and fogging up the air like a fog would do back home. Wait, it was filling up the room?! Nonono! This was going to make it all dirtier, wasn't it?