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"...Eh? Huh?"
The sudden sales pitch caught Mamoru off guard; with a quick glance to both his left and his right, he ascertained that the 'young master' being referred to was, in fact, him. That alone made his situation feel somewhat awkward, but before he could say anything of his own, the merchant who had caught him earlier continued on, leaving him no chance to respond on his own without being rude.
And it seemed they were drawing a crowd. What great timing that was.
Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Mamoru turned around and calmly shook his head, a slight smile on his face as he began to counter with his own words.
"While under most circumstances I would be pleased to browse your wares, the logical side of me is saying that carrying anything extra while attempting to handle a request runs a risk of me breaking it under pressure. I also cannot simply hide a gift at home, for those who it would be intended for would find it, and the impact would be lost. It is regrettable, but I must decline your offer. Maybe another one of the patrons here would like to browse in my stead...?"
Of course, the fact of the matter was that the money he had was to be used on essentials, anyhow. His mother's insistence on teaching him all that stuff about the city ended up coming in handy, after all. Maybe his speech would entice others to look those goods over instead. Two birds with one stone, right?
With that (hopefully) out of the way, Mamoru bowed his head and turned his attention back to the board of requests. While the usual things like herb gathering and log retrieval were there (as expected), the young swordsman could not help but think that none of the other jobs were doable without considerable risk because of the bears he had been bemoaning just moments ago.
"...Well. I don't believe I have a choice any more. Did everyone else just decide to take the easy job in town today or something?" he thought to himself as he took the notice off the board. "You'd think that more people would prioritize the safety of the town over their own, but what do I know?"
The sudden sales pitch caught Mamoru off guard; with a quick glance to both his left and his right, he ascertained that the 'young master' being referred to was, in fact, him. That alone made his situation feel somewhat awkward, but before he could say anything of his own, the merchant who had caught him earlier continued on, leaving him no chance to respond on his own without being rude.
And it seemed they were drawing a crowd. What great timing that was.
Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Mamoru turned around and calmly shook his head, a slight smile on his face as he began to counter with his own words.
"While under most circumstances I would be pleased to browse your wares, the logical side of me is saying that carrying anything extra while attempting to handle a request runs a risk of me breaking it under pressure. I also cannot simply hide a gift at home, for those who it would be intended for would find it, and the impact would be lost. It is regrettable, but I must decline your offer. Maybe another one of the patrons here would like to browse in my stead...?"
Of course, the fact of the matter was that the money he had was to be used on essentials, anyhow. His mother's insistence on teaching him all that stuff about the city ended up coming in handy, after all. Maybe his speech would entice others to look those goods over instead. Two birds with one stone, right?
With that (hopefully) out of the way, Mamoru bowed his head and turned his attention back to the board of requests. While the usual things like herb gathering and log retrieval were there (as expected), the young swordsman could not help but think that none of the other jobs were doable without considerable risk because of the bears he had been bemoaning just moments ago.
"...Well. I don't believe I have a choice any more. Did everyone else just decide to take the easy job in town today or something?" he thought to himself as he took the notice off the board. "You'd think that more people would prioritize the safety of the town over their own, but what do I know?"
*looks around*
I feel as if we're missing something.
Right. That's what it was. Players.
I feel as if we're missing something.
Right. That's what it was. Players.
With the crossbow-wielding assailant having just revealed himself as a vampire, Tiral bit him lip before directing his construct to turn around and continue chasing. Though it had barely managed to dodge the statue (what sort of person threw statues, anyhow?!), the ice creature's momentum certainly looked shot. Maybe it was because the idea was still experimental...?
Ah, well. It was worth a shot, at least. Maybe he could look into it more after his initial curiosities. But first, taking care of this man... Probably took priority. Right.
Leaving the ice beast to chase as it pleased, Tiral took note of the positions of everyone in the area as best he could, withdrawing from the front lines for a moment to begin another spell. So long as he could differentiate between ally and enemy...
"Damn, this sort of thing would be MUCH easier if he had time to prepare beforehand!" he cursed inwardly before completing his incantation and kneeling to the ground, slipping his knife between a gap in the bricks at his feet. A cool blue light enveloped the blade as a single stream of water began to slip in between, seeping into every nook and cranny as it traveled along. Near allies, the water remained in place, while against enemies, the water would freeze as they moved across it at defrost as they left. For the most part, though, it was just water, which lessened the burden of having to manually control when things would freeze up.
This sort of method felt a bit more comfortable, at least. Admittedly, maybe a mission like this wasn't the best place to experiment with styles of combat, but... Well, the earlier he figured out what he could use from the notes, the better. The Court Mage had mentioned a few things about efficiency, and though he was already looking into streamlining his own magil usage, well... This sort of maneuver seemed to work.
Granted, it might also be possible to repurpose this sort of spell for other uses, but that could be handled after this ordeal was resolved.
Ah, well. It was worth a shot, at least. Maybe he could look into it more after his initial curiosities. But first, taking care of this man... Probably took priority. Right.
Leaving the ice beast to chase as it pleased, Tiral took note of the positions of everyone in the area as best he could, withdrawing from the front lines for a moment to begin another spell. So long as he could differentiate between ally and enemy...
"Damn, this sort of thing would be MUCH easier if he had time to prepare beforehand!" he cursed inwardly before completing his incantation and kneeling to the ground, slipping his knife between a gap in the bricks at his feet. A cool blue light enveloped the blade as a single stream of water began to slip in between, seeping into every nook and cranny as it traveled along. Near allies, the water remained in place, while against enemies, the water would freeze as they moved across it at defrost as they left. For the most part, though, it was just water, which lessened the burden of having to manually control when things would freeze up.
This sort of method felt a bit more comfortable, at least. Admittedly, maybe a mission like this wasn't the best place to experiment with styles of combat, but... Well, the earlier he figured out what he could use from the notes, the better. The Court Mage had mentioned a few things about efficiency, and though he was already looking into streamlining his own magil usage, well... This sort of maneuver seemed to work.
Granted, it might also be possible to repurpose this sort of spell for other uses, but that could be handled after this ordeal was resolved.
The town of Kizun was, as usual, at peace. A calm breeze drifting through the air, the leaves on the trees dotting the area shook quietly, the early morning dew on them all dripping down lightly. With the sun barely peeking over the horizon, the residents of this quiet place were only barely waking. It was, after all, late autumn; with the crops already harvested, many of those who worked the fields had the rare luxury to rest easy. That was merely an option, though; of course, not everyone would choose to be lazy at a time like this. Though the crops had been harvested, there was still work to be done in making it last the winter or processing it for other goods.
To Mamoru, though, none of this really mattered much. Though he had chosen to wake up early, this was only done to watch the sun rise way over yonder. The sight of it all was always something calming, in a sense; though not the most peculiar way to bask in the morning sunlight, lying down on the roof of his house was, admittedly, not the most normal of places to watch from. But considering how quaint it had been since the first time he had done so, well... There was no reason to stop now. It had become a routine of sorts, and though he wasn't enough of a stickler (or an idiot) to do something like this when there was rain or snow or something of the sort, doing as he did... Well, it was nothing he had qualms about.
With the sunrise over, though, Mamoru climbed to his feet and casually hopped off his roof, landing on his feet as he touched down on the ground. The first few times he had done this, the results were... Less than savory, to be quite frank, but by now he had gotten used to it all.
"Those two are probably sleeping in a bit later, though, huh...? Well, that's fine, I guess. Maybe I'll go check out the tavern for now, then. Need to grab some pocket money for the winter," he mused to himself, placing his right hand on the hilt at his side. "Those fanged bears get a bit more aggressive around this time of year, if I recall correctly. Really don't want to deal with them, though. Last time, one of the adventurers tagging along lost an eye. Ugh."
A noticeable frown on his face, the purple-eyed swordsman brushed himself off and promptly walked off into town. Though he didn't much like odd jobs, if it came down to it, he'd take those up too.
...
But then the thought of bears wandering near town popped into his head again. Hell if he'd let those things get near his family.
The walk over to the tavern from his home had taken a decent while, and the town was now abuzz with activity. People were milling about and the markets and shops had all opened by now, which gave Mamoru a chance to soak in all the atmosphere of the place. Waving hello towards one of the local tailors (the other had only moved in a year or so ago, leading to a blooming rivalry between the two), the young man stood leisurely in front of his destination.
Though it did have a name, the locals seldom called it anything other than 'the tavern', mainly because it was the only place that could be considered a tavern in the entire area. Eventually, the owners themselves had given up selling the name, opting to just call it as such themselves. It was a bit of a strange phenomenon, but it worked for the townspeople, and so it worked for him as well.
The smell of alcohol that usually permeated the location at night was all but gone, now replaced by the smell of rice steaming in the kitchen and assorted meats and vegetables being cooked every which way across the board. It was inviting, and to be honest, the tavern felt more like an inn than anything else right now.
Which was, well, fitting, considering that it was meant to cater from those rare few who decided to journey all the way here. There were other places to go to and such, but food wasn't the priority here. It was the job listing, of course. His growling stomach, however, made Mamoru reconsider a bit. Maybe some food was important. Probably was, actually. Walking up to the counter, the swordsman casually asked for a small vegetable bao, which he was given (and he paid for) in short order. Snacking on the food as he walked back to the board, Mamoru slowly began to read the assorted help requests plastered all over it.
"...Ah, damn. Bears. Of course this'd happen...."
To Mamoru, though, none of this really mattered much. Though he had chosen to wake up early, this was only done to watch the sun rise way over yonder. The sight of it all was always something calming, in a sense; though not the most peculiar way to bask in the morning sunlight, lying down on the roof of his house was, admittedly, not the most normal of places to watch from. But considering how quaint it had been since the first time he had done so, well... There was no reason to stop now. It had become a routine of sorts, and though he wasn't enough of a stickler (or an idiot) to do something like this when there was rain or snow or something of the sort, doing as he did... Well, it was nothing he had qualms about.
With the sunrise over, though, Mamoru climbed to his feet and casually hopped off his roof, landing on his feet as he touched down on the ground. The first few times he had done this, the results were... Less than savory, to be quite frank, but by now he had gotten used to it all.
"Those two are probably sleeping in a bit later, though, huh...? Well, that's fine, I guess. Maybe I'll go check out the tavern for now, then. Need to grab some pocket money for the winter," he mused to himself, placing his right hand on the hilt at his side. "Those fanged bears get a bit more aggressive around this time of year, if I recall correctly. Really don't want to deal with them, though. Last time, one of the adventurers tagging along lost an eye. Ugh."
A noticeable frown on his face, the purple-eyed swordsman brushed himself off and promptly walked off into town. Though he didn't much like odd jobs, if it came down to it, he'd take those up too.
...
But then the thought of bears wandering near town popped into his head again. Hell if he'd let those things get near his family.
The walk over to the tavern from his home had taken a decent while, and the town was now abuzz with activity. People were milling about and the markets and shops had all opened by now, which gave Mamoru a chance to soak in all the atmosphere of the place. Waving hello towards one of the local tailors (the other had only moved in a year or so ago, leading to a blooming rivalry between the two), the young man stood leisurely in front of his destination.
Though it did have a name, the locals seldom called it anything other than 'the tavern', mainly because it was the only place that could be considered a tavern in the entire area. Eventually, the owners themselves had given up selling the name, opting to just call it as such themselves. It was a bit of a strange phenomenon, but it worked for the townspeople, and so it worked for him as well.
The smell of alcohol that usually permeated the location at night was all but gone, now replaced by the smell of rice steaming in the kitchen and assorted meats and vegetables being cooked every which way across the board. It was inviting, and to be honest, the tavern felt more like an inn than anything else right now.
Which was, well, fitting, considering that it was meant to cater from those rare few who decided to journey all the way here. There were other places to go to and such, but food wasn't the priority here. It was the job listing, of course. His growling stomach, however, made Mamoru reconsider a bit. Maybe some food was important. Probably was, actually. Walking up to the counter, the swordsman casually asked for a small vegetable bao, which he was given (and he paid for) in short order. Snacking on the food as he walked back to the board, Mamoru slowly began to read the assorted help requests plastered all over it.
"...Ah, damn. Bears. Of course this'd happen...."
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Oh, sorry for asking so many questions, but would fog be more Air or water? also how metaphorical can my abilities be, if Im going with water Im thinking of having a Water based power "Droplet in the ocean" that allows blending in with crowds.
Fog is water.
And, uh... They can be pretty conceptual. Though, uh... An ability like that would be gated by things like crowd size or equipment or whatnot.
@Lucidnonsense: Light manipulation with either water or aether works, but tends more towards water because of refractive properties and all that jazz. Mental attacks... Well, recovery is aether-based, I guess.
@Lucidnonsense: No granting objects any degree of either sentience or sapience without usage of more... Expensive methods. That, y'know, require a large degree of skill to pull off in the first place. So.
Not wrong at all.
Well, if nobody else plans on putting forms forward, I'll get an OP up sometime tomorrow. It'll still be open, but new entries will just have to figure out how to integrate themselves.
Look forward to it!
Well, if nobody else plans on putting forms forward, I'll get an OP up sometime tomorrow. It'll still be open, but new entries will just have to figure out how to integrate themselves.
Look forward to it!
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