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Yeah, we are sort of blade-heavy...
If I can get Jin under my belt well enough, I'll see what I can do about a mage. I mean, every party needs a healer, right?
If I can get Jin under my belt well enough, I'll see what I can do about a mage. I mean, every party needs a healer, right?
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As Kijani opens the door, she is greeted by a warm smile and an welcoming voice. "Ah, Ms. Rayne." says Charles Xavier from behind his desk, "I was wondering when you'd finally make your way to my office." He extends a hand toward two chairs, one a rather standard wooden chair, the other a plush bean bag chair. "Please, take a seat." Once Kijani is seated, Professor Xavier comments, "As soon as you entered my history class, I knew something was bothering you. However, I thought it would be in your best interest to let you approach me, as opposed to the other way around." He leans back in his wheelchair and laces his fingers together as he asks thoughtfully, "So tell me, what's the matter?"
Kijani was rather surprised to see Mr. Xavier behind the desk. But then, who would better know the mind than a mind-reader? Kijani shifted uncomfortably in the chair she'd chosen, trying to figure out how to breech the subject. "I... I have a problem. A pretty glaring weakness." She sighed softly, rubbing her face with both hands. "I... I've been having these visions of a particular event in the past." Her gaze shifted away, she couldn't look the man in the eyes. There was shame in her posture that she would never show to the other students, her shoulders dropped and her head lowered. "I've done the research- everything seems to say I'm experiencing flashbacks. I'd like them to stop." Her voice choked slightly on the last word. "Can you do that?"
Jinny rolled her eyes, wanting to cover her ears to block out the whine of the saw. The longer she listed to it, the more she hated the noise. But then, she also felt like there was something she should know about it. Something important. It took another full minute before she realized what her instincts were trying to tell her. Hurriedly she tugged on Joshua's pack and gestured rapidly for him to bend down. Once he was within range, she whispered. "The noise is wrong! They... they aren't cutting anything, the saw's just on! Who does that?"
Ahh, I see. I will keep that in mind. I still want to make her fresh from the cave, though.
Kijani wandered the school building, staying well out of the way of classroom doorways. She didn't want to get caught, she didn't want to be dragged back to class. The quiet halls were soothing, and her footsteps echoed slightly as she walked.
She walked for what seemed like ages, but it was probably less than 20 minutes before she found a door, marked with plain letters.
"Counselor".
Her whole body went still as she just stared at the door. Of all the places she could have found, she found a place where she could be forced to look at the cause of her distress.
"...not fair, Universe." She rolled her eyes and stuck a middle finger up at the sky, before turning the handle of the door and peeking around the eye, her golden eyes curious and slightly anxious.
She walked for what seemed like ages, but it was probably less than 20 minutes before she found a door, marked with plain letters.
"Counselor".
Her whole body went still as she just stared at the door. Of all the places she could have found, she found a place where she could be forced to look at the cause of her distress.
"...not fair, Universe." She rolled her eyes and stuck a middle finger up at the sky, before turning the handle of the door and peeking around the eye, her golden eyes curious and slightly anxious.
Mine is searching for a fortune, though she'd have different ideas of what a fortune is than others... I'm guessing the village in Vale would be the closest to the mountains. 3 or 4 days travel.
Quite slow.
I like the idea of meeting in a village. Just small enough that they could all run into each other at the one real tavern in town.
I'm taking a stab in the dark at our initial quest: monster hunting?
I'm taking a stab in the dark at our initial quest: monster hunting?
Kijani gazed up at her host with an air of polite curiosity, her yellow-brown eyes taking him in all at once, and then in pieces. The scar along his jaw made her want to wince, what had caused that? Perhaps the same thing as the scar on his hand... She deduced that the war had likely caused the cane, because he couldn't have been a soldier with a limp for long. His clothing was plain, obviously well worn and rough. His shoes, of all things, made her pause. These were shined to a pleasant luster, better than some butlers she'd seen. There was something in the boots he wanted keeping.
Her eyes flicked back upward as he began to speak. He didn't sound happy to see her, and despite his words, she really did not feel welcome. There was a flatness to his voice, as if he was bored, or simply tired. His phrasing seemed rote, like an oft repeated saying, but she didn't recognize the words. His voice was odd- was it possible to have two accents? Once he was done greeting her, she let slowly spill the prepared story she'd concocted on the drive over.
“Thank you, Mr. Croil, for allowing me to stay.” She'd pulled up his name from her memory with some difficulty and was proud she'd remembered. “I promise I will not be a bother. This is your domicile, I will obey your customs.” She paused, one hand subconsciously going to the hair, to spin a dreadlock around her finger. “I wanted a place far removed from Verrun's city life- this seemed like exactly what I was looking for.” No need to mention her budget for travel had simply run out here. The rest of her money she was saving, but she did not know for what. “I must say, it's beautiful here.” A faint, true smile quirked her lips upward. “Somehow I've had the luck of choosing the best scenery in town. Were those apple trees outside?” The trees were looking heavy with fruit, and she wondered for a fleeting moment what they would taste like. “Apples are my favorite...” That was actually truth and not just polite conversation. Kijani had always found something pleasing in the snap and crunch of a well-ripened apple, and she'd had many a young night cozied in her bed, with a novel in one hand and an apple in the other, the sweet juice dripping down her chin.
She realized she didn't know what to say to him. “Is there anything... I should be aware of while I board here?”
Her eyes flicked back upward as he began to speak. He didn't sound happy to see her, and despite his words, she really did not feel welcome. There was a flatness to his voice, as if he was bored, or simply tired. His phrasing seemed rote, like an oft repeated saying, but she didn't recognize the words. His voice was odd- was it possible to have two accents? Once he was done greeting her, she let slowly spill the prepared story she'd concocted on the drive over.
“Thank you, Mr. Croil, for allowing me to stay.” She'd pulled up his name from her memory with some difficulty and was proud she'd remembered. “I promise I will not be a bother. This is your domicile, I will obey your customs.” She paused, one hand subconsciously going to the hair, to spin a dreadlock around her finger. “I wanted a place far removed from Verrun's city life- this seemed like exactly what I was looking for.” No need to mention her budget for travel had simply run out here. The rest of her money she was saving, but she did not know for what. “I must say, it's beautiful here.” A faint, true smile quirked her lips upward. “Somehow I've had the luck of choosing the best scenery in town. Were those apple trees outside?” The trees were looking heavy with fruit, and she wondered for a fleeting moment what they would taste like. “Apples are my favorite...” That was actually truth and not just polite conversation. Kijani had always found something pleasing in the snap and crunch of a well-ripened apple, and she'd had many a young night cozied in her bed, with a novel in one hand and an apple in the other, the sweet juice dripping down her chin.
She realized she didn't know what to say to him. “Is there anything... I should be aware of while I board here?”
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