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She's a blue-eyed saint, isn't she?
Posted. Aelitha is such a kind young lady.
Seems like most of the people in this particular tavern were sad people who were trying to get drunk or dark, mysterious, dangerous mercenaries who were trying to scare a bartender into giving them a job. A weird bunch, Aelitha would have thought, but at the moment, she was too engrossed in her personal problems to really care. Her mug of cider was already empty even though she felt like another drink, but the girl restrained herself. She wanted to drink more of that non-alcoholic beverage, but ultimately, her pouch was shrinking from taking care of that freeloader. “Really,” she muttered to herself, “this investment better be worth it, or I'm seriously going to just strip him naked and pawn off his clothes before auctioning him off at some brothel or something.”
Not that she would actually do that, or even had the connections to, but it was fun to get angry and talk about pointless things that would never happen. Sighing and trying to lick off the last drop of cider in the bottom of the mug, the troubadour was just about to when a new arrival of the inn came him, a rich looking fellow who immediately took a seat beside the mysterious, dark, tall mercenary and offered him a job. Not even a job that involved bloodshed! Even though he was obviously a bloodthirsty person!
Slamming down the mug and standing up suddenly, the barstool pushed a few feet away by her spontaneous motion, Aelitha was just about to offer herself up for the job, before a commotion upstairs. Something along the lines of a young man suddenly yelling and asking for where he was, and where his tomes were. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, before running up the rotten wood stairs, stomping in her hurry. With heroic effort, the girl slide on the wooden boards towards the doorway of her room, shot a 'Don't expect any cheap heals from me in the future' towards the bitch slut thief that decided it was alright to break into her room, before grabbing her Mend Staff off the wall. Whatever had happened here, he was now trying to get up, panicking and ripping off his bandages. Wait no, not his bandages. They were HER bandages, that she paid with HER money, which were still good for at least another DAYS worth of use if it wasn't for her uncooperative patient getting all antsy and shit.
Swearing under her breath about how everything seems to be going to shit nowadays, Aelitha took in a deep breath before she knelt down by the bed. “I'll assume you know each other. If so, all this extra service is going onto your tab, burglar-girl.”
She placed one hand down on the man's chest and firmly applied pressure to his solar plexus, making sure he didn't do something as utterly retarded and rash as attempt to get upright after all his injuries. Then, the girl spoke, as calmly as she could, “You're at an inn right now, after experiencing a fall that broke your spine, your left arm, and three of your ribs, as well as fractured your skull and punctured your organs god-knows how many times. Luckily, I was nearby and managed to do enough healing that you survived your fall, and so far, I've been caring for you for the past few days. Your tomes are in my bag, but I have no idea where your loot is.”
Or, more specifically, if she knew where that man's loot was, she wouldn't be suffering from financial problems so badly. And she was probably grossly exaggerating the extent of his injuries, but eh, it wasn't like anyone else was there to prove her wrong. All they knew was that she was an exceptional healer, and Aelitha was totally fine with that super positive assessment of herself.
“So, seeing how you're finally conscious, mind telling me what's happened, Sleeping Beauty?”
As she spoke, Aelitha used her Mend Staff, reknitting any wounds that may have been opened during that sudden exchange, a pale green light wrapping around the mage. Though that too was just for show, mainly. He didn't try walking yet, after all.
Not that she would actually do that, or even had the connections to, but it was fun to get angry and talk about pointless things that would never happen. Sighing and trying to lick off the last drop of cider in the bottom of the mug, the troubadour was just about to when a new arrival of the inn came him, a rich looking fellow who immediately took a seat beside the mysterious, dark, tall mercenary and offered him a job. Not even a job that involved bloodshed! Even though he was obviously a bloodthirsty person!
Slamming down the mug and standing up suddenly, the barstool pushed a few feet away by her spontaneous motion, Aelitha was just about to offer herself up for the job, before a commotion upstairs. Something along the lines of a young man suddenly yelling and asking for where he was, and where his tomes were. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, before running up the rotten wood stairs, stomping in her hurry. With heroic effort, the girl slide on the wooden boards towards the doorway of her room, shot a 'Don't expect any cheap heals from me in the future' towards the bitch slut thief that decided it was alright to break into her room, before grabbing her Mend Staff off the wall. Whatever had happened here, he was now trying to get up, panicking and ripping off his bandages. Wait no, not his bandages. They were HER bandages, that she paid with HER money, which were still good for at least another DAYS worth of use if it wasn't for her uncooperative patient getting all antsy and shit.
Swearing under her breath about how everything seems to be going to shit nowadays, Aelitha took in a deep breath before she knelt down by the bed. “I'll assume you know each other. If so, all this extra service is going onto your tab, burglar-girl.”
She placed one hand down on the man's chest and firmly applied pressure to his solar plexus, making sure he didn't do something as utterly retarded and rash as attempt to get upright after all his injuries. Then, the girl spoke, as calmly as she could, “You're at an inn right now, after experiencing a fall that broke your spine, your left arm, and three of your ribs, as well as fractured your skull and punctured your organs god-knows how many times. Luckily, I was nearby and managed to do enough healing that you survived your fall, and so far, I've been caring for you for the past few days. Your tomes are in my bag, but I have no idea where your loot is.”
Or, more specifically, if she knew where that man's loot was, she wouldn't be suffering from financial problems so badly. And she was probably grossly exaggerating the extent of his injuries, but eh, it wasn't like anyone else was there to prove her wrong. All they knew was that she was an exceptional healer, and Aelitha was totally fine with that super positive assessment of herself.
“So, seeing how you're finally conscious, mind telling me what's happened, Sleeping Beauty?”
As she spoke, Aelitha used her Mend Staff, reknitting any wounds that may have been opened during that sudden exchange, a pale green light wrapping around the mage. Though that too was just for show, mainly. He didn't try walking yet, after all.
Your decent non-Mary Sue doesn't have the firepower or even the experience to survive a fight with a giant ass monster that eats military units alive.
Stay back in the kitchen and make the ACTUAL fighters their sandwiches, woman.
Stay back in the kitchen and make the ACTUAL fighters their sandwiches, woman.
I'm curious as to why someone like her would go monster-hunting the first place, when she isn't even a top-tier OP fighter, but whatever. More harem fodder, I guess.
Pshaw, this isn't even close to Advanced, at least not the advanced that I remember. God knows how far Advanced has degenerated nowadays, if I'm seeing two paragraph posts in Casual.
Lazy post is lazy. I'll do all the extra stuff regarding Aiv and Mirelle later.
Getcho shit into gear, gaiz.
Getcho shit into gear, gaiz.
“Oh, Moko,” Wynnara said, reciprocating the half-beast's smirk, “Those presents were just junk that I wanted to get rid of, really.”
Rolling her eyes as her friend went up and caught the attention of that old lady, before then pushing Wynnara to be the one who actually does the talking, the pilot stepped up to the somewhat-dilapidated stall, where the soup that looked more like a concoction for a secret poison than something that was actually edible. By then, the soup had gained what could only be considered a 'rainbow' color, a chromatic swirl that looked like someone had mixed seven different paint cans together, yet prevented the colors from mingling. Odd indeed. Narrowing her eyes for a moment and wondering if it was actually a soup or just some 'street name' for 'super suspicious death-dealing drug'.
Well, something like that would be a fun tribute as well.
“Hey there, grandma, I'll have one of everything!” A bold statement, but also sorta cheeky, considering how there only seemed to be one 'thing' for sale.
“...4 silvers.” The old lady scratched her wart-adorned nose, extending an open palm towards her.
Wynnara handed her a gold coin with a grin. She really was feeling generous that day. “You can keep the change~”
Without any change in expression, the old lady placed the coin between her teeth and bit down until it bent. Satisfied that it was real, she then proceeded to take out a spatula, as well as an odd bowl with seven separate indentations in it. Dipping the spatula in, she seemed to be drawing out 'individual' colors from the pot, before placing each individual color into each separate indention, until the plate was full. Placing a wooden panel over it, the old lady handed the odd meal to Wynnara, before shambling off, making preparations to close. Apparently, a gold coin was worth a lot here.
“Well, seeing how I paid for all of that, you go find something, Moko. We need more tributes, after all!”
Rolling her eyes as her friend went up and caught the attention of that old lady, before then pushing Wynnara to be the one who actually does the talking, the pilot stepped up to the somewhat-dilapidated stall, where the soup that looked more like a concoction for a secret poison than something that was actually edible. By then, the soup had gained what could only be considered a 'rainbow' color, a chromatic swirl that looked like someone had mixed seven different paint cans together, yet prevented the colors from mingling. Odd indeed. Narrowing her eyes for a moment and wondering if it was actually a soup or just some 'street name' for 'super suspicious death-dealing drug'.
Well, something like that would be a fun tribute as well.
“Hey there, grandma, I'll have one of everything!” A bold statement, but also sorta cheeky, considering how there only seemed to be one 'thing' for sale.
“...4 silvers.” The old lady scratched her wart-adorned nose, extending an open palm towards her.
Wynnara handed her a gold coin with a grin. She really was feeling generous that day. “You can keep the change~”
Without any change in expression, the old lady placed the coin between her teeth and bit down until it bent. Satisfied that it was real, she then proceeded to take out a spatula, as well as an odd bowl with seven separate indentations in it. Dipping the spatula in, she seemed to be drawing out 'individual' colors from the pot, before placing each individual color into each separate indention, until the plate was full. Placing a wooden panel over it, the old lady handed the odd meal to Wynnara, before shambling off, making preparations to close. Apparently, a gold coin was worth a lot here.
“Well, seeing how I paid for all of that, you go find something, Moko. We need more tributes, after all!”
For a white guy.
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