General Scales

I've Turned into A Monster

"Whatever the reason its just another thing to fix when we find the cause." Donovan said sort of setting the subject to the side having a feeling Eden knew a bit more about the subject than either him or Carly but realizing it was probably a topic for another time.

It was incredibly frustrating for him but there was nothing to do about it for the time being. However, he was glad to get the question out on just why the other side did what it did. He finished his breakfast not long after having eaten everything rather quickly once he started again and it prompted him to put the plate away. There was a moment of him just sitting at the sink wondering if he should clean up the plates before Eden and him left. The visit with Carly had gone far better than he expected initially which bolstered his confidence that convincing the others might not be as impossible as he thought. He moved back over to his seat so he could let the girls finish their breakfast trying not to pose more questions about the complicated mess that was his mind.

"Thanks for the food Carly, I appreciate it." Donovan said earnestly as he felt more energetic having been able to quell his appetite for the time being and getting reacquainted with Carly after everything..

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Lights! Camera! Action!

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We are definitely different over here.

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Sweet.

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All the better to write then huh? Got to admit as much as rping is a hobby it really helps get the juices flowing.

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The Summoner slowly started to ask a series of questions which Jobain took his time to think about.

"What is the most important thing to a Craftknight?"

He thought about all of the villagers and those would couldn't fight for themselves as well as the others who would fight with him. Standing between aggressors who would attack my companions or those who rely on us for protection.

In battle- do you rely more on skill or your weapon?

Jobain unconsciously grabbed the edge of his shield knowing he could trust it with his protection. My weapon.

"Think of someone whom you admire- what is it about them that you admire so much?"

His thoughts drifted to his parents and the simple, practical way they lived as well as his relatives and ancestors who decided to take the same path he was determined to protect any and all who needed it with great resilience of mind and body.

"And finally- what does love mean to you?"

The comfort of knowing there will always be someone by your side and in your heart. He thought his expression relaxing much as if he was at home with his family.

Jobain stepped back mostly focused on the orb which was supposed to be his companion who he would fight alongside and care for during the coming times. He felt more ready than he had moments before to meet the being and see just what it would be like for him as a new Craftknight recruit.

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I just hope all goes well with the testing.

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"Suppose that explains a lot, that bastard..." Donovan said processing the new information with noted frustration sort of muffling the last of his words as best he could.

It was rare that the Cajun swore with any sort of insulting tone but in this case he felt right for it while thinking of his other side. He had to admit he was glad that neither Eden or Carly had pushed the subject before because he really had little to say about it. There was a moment before he just pushed it to the back of his mind so he could finish eating and talking or a mixture of the two which wasn't usual for him when he was inhaling his food. The frown Eden had on her face made him feel a bit nervous though this he could hide well behind a neutral expression but it was there knowing he only had so much time in the day before he was gone. As temporary as it were the results spoke for themselves as to just what the aggressive and violent personality could do with either words or actions.

"I just wonder where he is in there...or just why he always retreats before daytime." Donovan said obviously very perplexed by the whole thing, deep thinking not exactly being his greatest skill.

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Don't you go ruining my surprise!

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A rather large mostly armored figured, likely approaching 6'8", strolled through Degar taking in its sights which where new and looking about at it people who already seemed to have a sort of recognition for him. Jobain's curiosity sort of got the better of him in this new village with all of its plant life and many different peoples ending up with him losing his sense of time. It took him a few moments to get himself back in order so he could head for the fountain still in a stroll not wanting to make too much noise in his heavy plate armor, though he removed his helmet for comfort. His shield was currently strapped to his back, very literally strapped given its size, possibly making people question if that was his protection what his weapon was. He thought it was quite fitting and well made to take more than a few hits for him before dishing them back out.

Jobain moved up to the fountain seeing a couple others having arrive not so far ahead of him despite his pace. He stood not far away from the rest keeping a smile and having a look at his fellow recruits. His gaze first fell upon the two wielding a spear and glaive seeming to be in rather good spirits where as the smaller girl with a sword seemed intimidated or just frightened, it was probably the massive beast belonging to the man who was to be they're teacher. If he wasn't used to being around larger animals himself he might have felt a bit off around such a thing but it wasn't the case as he thought it was more interesting than anything. So far he liked what he saw in everyone there though once the Summoner asked for his token he had to dig around in a small pack for a moment to find it.

Jobain produced a small emblem, ornate and made of silver that was shaped like a shield with Shield Brother engraved in it, which had apparently been in the family for some time on his mother's side. They did well enough herding not usually cold or hungry but there was nothing luxurious about how his family lived but the small emblem had always been that little bit that they had and it meant quote a bit to him. It embodied the spirit of the long dead shield bearing Craftknights of his ancestors. As reluctant as he was to relinquish the little symbol there would be no other way forward so he lightly handed it to the Summoner who looked rather eager compared to his companion.

Wonder what this will be like. Jobain thought tilting his head to the side slightly.