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Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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@Jessica Bunny: You live in America! College is optional (and expensive) and around you is opportunity. I believe you can make it!
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Appearance:
Long and wild red hair that reaches her hip, with wide gold-colored eyes and heart-shaped face. Has a surgical scar in the shape of an 'x' over her heart.
Name:
Vashya Rafflesia
Age:
11
Guild Mark Location:
Right Hand
Long and wild red hair that reaches her hip, with wide gold-colored eyes and heart-shaped face. Has a surgical scar in the shape of an 'x' over her heart.
Name:
Vashya Rafflesia
Age:
11
Guild Mark Location:
Right Hand
Magic Type:
Erosion Magic
A type of Black Magic that focuses on the accelerated breakdown of an objects existence.
Magic Rank: D
Equipment:
- A pendant from her mother
Strengths:
Inquisitive
Curious and keen to learn, Vashya unhesitatingly looks for questions as much as she looks for answers to those questions.
Intelligent
Vashya is more intelligent than the average child her age. Her learning and retention ability are easily prodigy level. She rarely forgets things she's seen and heard, and is often able to apply the things she's learned to solve out of context problems.
Patient
A shared trait with her father, though not quite the same. While she still often acts impulsively and without thinking, when she has a set goal in mind, her focus sharpens and she's capable of holding herself back a great degree in order to achieve her objectives.
Weaknesses:
She's 10
Impulsive, unfocused and generally just does what she wants because it's fun; touches things she shouldn't, eats random things off the floor like a child half her age, and generally dislikes being told to stop the fun thing that she's doing.
Seriously she's tiny
Well, not literally - she's actually quite tall for her age, however she's 10; quite fragile, still developing bones, and very much shorter than everyone else in the guild.
A literal child
Keeps secrets because someone gave her a snack to keep quiet, forgets to keep things quiet, sneaks off without telling anyone where or why and likes to bother people not just to satisfy her curiosity, but also she likes bothering people.
Personality:
A naturally curious and not at all withdrawn child, Vashya is energetic, constantly looking for things to do, and takes an interest in everything. An emphatic person by nature, Vashya is sensitive to the feelings of those around her and often is easily influenced by the emotions of others. She takes joy in simple things and is open with her feelings and expressions. Although not as tempered as her father, she is patient and willing to delay gratification in pursuit of a greater goal.
While she can be petulant and whiny, it is rare that she is ever truly angry - and her anger is very much unlike that of a child. Perhaps even more so than her father, she can be vindictive and calculatingly cold when enraged.
History/Bio:
The only child of a single mother, Vashya was often told that she was her mothers dream and precious treasure. For all the years that she lived with her mother, she was taught the magic of her family. For awhile, Vashya was happy with that - her mother showered her with love and praise, and she enjoyed the feeling of using her magic. It came so naturally was as though the magic was made for her!
As she got older though, the training became stricter and stricter, and punishments for failures became harsh and cruel. Her mothers personality became manic and frantic. There were times where Vashya would catch her muttering to herself in the corners of her home, her eyes empty. At times her face would become so distorted that Vashya failed to recognize her, and hid in her room out of fear. Always her mother would be waiting just outside her door, a smile on her face and with words to placate and assure her everything was fine.
It turned out that her mother had been possessed by an Etherious Demon, who had possessed her mother and groomed Vashya as her new host, one fit to hold its power in full. Vashya was unaware of this, but the change in her mothers personality was a result of her mind and body breaking down as it failed to fully fuse with the demon.
On the day that her mother died, she was found by child-services, who had come upon hearing reports from neighbors about her screaming the night before. She was catatonic and unresponsive, clutching to a letter her mother left her. It instructed anyone who found her to bring her to the man that was her father, and to explain the circumstances of her death, rather than to send her off to an orphanage.
Extra: The demon sometimes talks to her. She's quite friendly with it.
Marduk
Marduks' laugh was positively boisterous. The sequence of events that started as soon as the walking-talking vending machine crashed through their window probably should have left him confused, but he always found it better to be amused instead. He didn't need every particular to find out why the things that happened, happened - quest giver got impatient, wanted to force quest, ergo, reverse defenestration.
So, default to amused.
Back to the matter, or matters, at hand, it looks like things were getting busier, with his guildmate's picking up quests and splitting into teams. He was mildly pleased to see Holly take up his suggestion and invite Zenith to join her. He was less pleased to see Kaden and Lavinia in the same team; to be clear, he had nothing against the boy. He trusted Torys' judgement and if she let him in, that was good enough. What he didn't trust was his personality withstanding Lavinia.
The girl was different. Her mannerisms would make her out to be endearingly clumsy or an absolute irritant, for all that the girl was caring in a way that defied everything about her upbringing. Mentally, Marduk shook his head. Perhaps less different, more one-of-a-kind. Whatever the case, she came with her peculiarities, and frankly speaking he wasn't sure that Kaden would be able to stomach them, and that may cause problems down the stretch. He also wasn't afraid to admit that he held some personal affection for the girl, so his concern about her well-being may be less than biased.
He scratched his chin, pondering the problem before deciding that it wasn't up to him. He'd step in when he needed to, but they were all adults on that team. He had to trust that they could work it out between themselves.
Setting down orders for drinks and seeing as there was little more to be done, Marduk made his way to the side of the bar where Torys' was sitting, carrying two glasses of hard liquor on the rocks with him. He arrived soon enough to catch the tail-end of her conversation with Tone, one of the newer guys who'd signed up after the Dragon Incident, and gave them both a big, toothy grin.
"You know, one of these days you ought to accept 'your cut,' just to humor him a little." He placed a glass down in front of her, and kept the remaining one for himself. Leaning over the counter, the old man took in a mouthful of liquor, setting it down, and giving the four other mages in front of him a thumbs up. "Thanks for hearing me out Holly, Zenith looked just about ready to choke his frying pan to death. Be good for him to see the outside of his kitchen for awhile. Who knows, maybe if all goes well with your Job we'll finally be able to hire an actual crew to man the thing."
With a chuckle, he downed another mouthful of his drink, while eyeing the job board. He considered taking one of them earlier, but it looks like the rest of his guild has them covered. Hm, guess that meant he'd be spending more time with whoever stayed behind.
So, default to amused.
Back to the matter, or matters, at hand, it looks like things were getting busier, with his guildmate's picking up quests and splitting into teams. He was mildly pleased to see Holly take up his suggestion and invite Zenith to join her. He was less pleased to see Kaden and Lavinia in the same team; to be clear, he had nothing against the boy. He trusted Torys' judgement and if she let him in, that was good enough. What he didn't trust was his personality withstanding Lavinia.
The girl was different. Her mannerisms would make her out to be endearingly clumsy or an absolute irritant, for all that the girl was caring in a way that defied everything about her upbringing. Mentally, Marduk shook his head. Perhaps less different, more one-of-a-kind. Whatever the case, she came with her peculiarities, and frankly speaking he wasn't sure that Kaden would be able to stomach them, and that may cause problems down the stretch. He also wasn't afraid to admit that he held some personal affection for the girl, so his concern about her well-being may be less than biased.
He scratched his chin, pondering the problem before deciding that it wasn't up to him. He'd step in when he needed to, but they were all adults on that team. He had to trust that they could work it out between themselves.
Setting down orders for drinks and seeing as there was little more to be done, Marduk made his way to the side of the bar where Torys' was sitting, carrying two glasses of hard liquor on the rocks with him. He arrived soon enough to catch the tail-end of her conversation with Tone, one of the newer guys who'd signed up after the Dragon Incident, and gave them both a big, toothy grin.
"You know, one of these days you ought to accept 'your cut,' just to humor him a little." He placed a glass down in front of her, and kept the remaining one for himself. Leaning over the counter, the old man took in a mouthful of liquor, setting it down, and giving the four other mages in front of him a thumbs up. "Thanks for hearing me out Holly, Zenith looked just about ready to choke his frying pan to death. Be good for him to see the outside of his kitchen for awhile. Who knows, maybe if all goes well with your Job we'll finally be able to hire an actual crew to man the thing."
With a chuckle, he downed another mouthful of his drink, while eyeing the job board. He considered taking one of them earlier, but it looks like the rest of his guild has them covered. Hm, guess that meant he'd be spending more time with whoever stayed behind.
Bumping this! Decided to run the 1st RP, now I need at least on more person to start.
So! I have two RP ideas and nowhere near enough energy to devote to both at the same time, but I like the concepts so I'll have the court of public interest decide which one I should run:
1st Concept: Royal Selection
2nd Concept: Demonic Incursion and Human Sacrifice
So! Those are the two concepts. What do you all think? Which would be more fun to play?
1st Concept: Royal Selection
The player characters serve as the vassals and guardians of a young princess, undergoing what is essentially a trial to select the next Ruler among the children of his Majesty. The Royal Selection is magical in nature - for the one sitting on the Throne of the Heavenly Kingdom, should they be of true blood, is God of its lands. They influence the seasons, the yield of crops, the inception of disease and death of newborns, they command the loyalty of all the living creatures upon their soil. They are Karma incarnated in human form.
The Heavenly Kingdom is thus untouched by the issues outside their borders. But this may soon change. The world outside the kingdom is recovering from a devastating war, the candidates of this generations Selection are more hostile to each other than ever, and the previous Ruler was less deity, more man - flawed and foolish.
As the vassal and guardian of the 3rd Princess, not only must you protect her from outside threats, you must also do your best to guide and support her, through her own trials - for at the end of the day, the Ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom stands alone.
The Heavenly Kingdom is thus untouched by the issues outside their borders. But this may soon change. The world outside the kingdom is recovering from a devastating war, the candidates of this generations Selection are more hostile to each other than ever, and the previous Ruler was less deity, more man - flawed and foolish.
As the vassal and guardian of the 3rd Princess, not only must you protect her from outside threats, you must also do your best to guide and support her, through her own trials - for at the end of the day, the Ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom stands alone.
2nd Concept: Demonic Incursion and Human Sacrifice
The kingdoms of Gaia have fallen prey to demonic incursion. Humanity has been torn and shredded, brought to their knees. A prophecy has been issued: To close the the breach, one must travel to the origin point of the demonic invasion, and sacrifice the life of an innocent soul.
The players shall be thus: The greatest warriors from each of the remaining kingdoms, armed with blessed weapons and spells. They must travel through each of the ruined kingdoms until they reach the promised location, and perform the sacrifice.
A bit Survival-horror: The demons are tremendously difficult to kill, vary in level of intelligence, can read minds and sense desire. They are evil and malevolent, taking perverse pleasure in the suffering of living beings. Moreover, they are assisted by insane cultists or enslaved humans.
Our heroes, on the other hand, have only their holy (and very much breakable) weapons, magic that doesn't actually work on demons, and spells to conceal themselves or detect demons nearby. Every bit of the players wit, planning and luck will be put to the test.
Will you be able to close the breach?
The players shall be thus: The greatest warriors from each of the remaining kingdoms, armed with blessed weapons and spells. They must travel through each of the ruined kingdoms until they reach the promised location, and perform the sacrifice.
A bit Survival-horror: The demons are tremendously difficult to kill, vary in level of intelligence, can read minds and sense desire. They are evil and malevolent, taking perverse pleasure in the suffering of living beings. Moreover, they are assisted by insane cultists or enslaved humans.
Our heroes, on the other hand, have only their holy (and very much breakable) weapons, magic that doesn't actually work on demons, and spells to conceal themselves or detect demons nearby. Every bit of the players wit, planning and luck will be put to the test.
Will you be able to close the breach?
So! Those are the two concepts. What do you all think? Which would be more fun to play?
Marduk
Marduk chuckled from his place at the bar. He was playing bartender at the moment, since Cloven had opted to end their session early today as well, so he had been forced wear a barely fitting uniform lest his bare chest make people uncomfortable (though really, it was most likely the act of the large man looking down on them that did it) and doing his part while the rest of his guildmates were swept up in the whirlwind of activity that the guild had become in the recent days. It was incredibly heartening for him to bear witness to results of their efforts against the "dragon".
His mind went back to three weeks ago, and his expression morphed into a frown for a moment as he recalled the creature they battled. Despite popular belief - since that was what was being reported, that thing was no dragon, and the fact that it was in fact a created being sent alarm bells ringing. He was half tempted to ask the Magic Council to investigate the thing, but no. He wasn't welcome there anymore, and doing so may put his guild under excess scrutiny. He was certain they were already on some council members bad side; the way they had handled the aftermath of the attack put some negative light on the Magic Council, and they seldom overlooked such slights against their perceived power.
He snorted. Of course they wouldn't - they're hold on the guilds of Fiore was strong, but brittle. A small crack could break the whole thing apart, which is why they were so quick to fill in the gaps. But Fenixtear may prove to be a bit too big for them to cover up.
Well, he thought preparing a plate, time would tell eventually. For now, he probably ought to help Zenith. Really, the poor boy ought to be taking this time to adventure a bit, now that there was no shortage of Jobs available. The old man set down the plate and juice next to him, giving him a thumbs-up and a grin as another serving of fries was ordered.
His head turned to a the sound of yelping visitors to their guild as Lavinia tried to fill her quota for evil today, and he nodded in approval. "Good job Lavinia! Keep those oglers away from Gwen while I get her a shirt!" he said, giving the girl a thumbs-up as well.
As he made his way passed the bar, he took a peak at the board behind Holly. He contemplated taking one himself, but thought it would probably be best to leave that to the others. As of now, he was content with holding the fort while the others went off. Of course, it would be a different matter if they requested his help.
Marduk picked up the articles of discarded clothing belonging to his voyeur guildmate, and tossed it back at her.
"Well, if Gwen's busy, why don't you take Zenith along with you?" he said, rolling his shoulders. "Poor boy's been a bit hard up with taking missions lately, given how held up he is manning the kitchen. Something new might be in order for him."
His mind went back to three weeks ago, and his expression morphed into a frown for a moment as he recalled the creature they battled. Despite popular belief - since that was what was being reported, that thing was no dragon, and the fact that it was in fact a created being sent alarm bells ringing. He was half tempted to ask the Magic Council to investigate the thing, but no. He wasn't welcome there anymore, and doing so may put his guild under excess scrutiny. He was certain they were already on some council members bad side; the way they had handled the aftermath of the attack put some negative light on the Magic Council, and they seldom overlooked such slights against their perceived power.
He snorted. Of course they wouldn't - they're hold on the guilds of Fiore was strong, but brittle. A small crack could break the whole thing apart, which is why they were so quick to fill in the gaps. But Fenixtear may prove to be a bit too big for them to cover up.
Well, he thought preparing a plate, time would tell eventually. For now, he probably ought to help Zenith. Really, the poor boy ought to be taking this time to adventure a bit, now that there was no shortage of Jobs available. The old man set down the plate and juice next to him, giving him a thumbs-up and a grin as another serving of fries was ordered.
His head turned to a the sound of yelping visitors to their guild as Lavinia tried to fill her quota for evil today, and he nodded in approval. "Good job Lavinia! Keep those oglers away from Gwen while I get her a shirt!" he said, giving the girl a thumbs-up as well.
As he made his way passed the bar, he took a peak at the board behind Holly. He contemplated taking one himself, but thought it would probably be best to leave that to the others. As of now, he was content with holding the fort while the others went off. Of course, it would be a different matter if they requested his help.
Marduk picked up the articles of discarded clothing belonging to his voyeur guildmate, and tossed it back at her.
"Well, if Gwen's busy, why don't you take Zenith along with you?" he said, rolling his shoulders. "Poor boy's been a bit hard up with taking missions lately, given how held up he is manning the kitchen. Something new might be in order for him."
JM MASON
Somewhere out there, there was a kid, gearing himself up for one promised to be the comeuppance of a demon that was far too flippant of his presence. He would arrive at the prearranged meeting place at the stroke of midnight, geared with a confidence born of great skill, and motivated with righteous anger. He prepared mentally for this battle, sharpening his focus to its peak, and awaited his demonic opponent.
One hour passed, then two, then five. No one appeared.
JM Mason was sound asleep in his dorm, all thoughts about the fight he had arranged with that strange boy in the food court completely forgotten. Said boy's scream of frustration far away did little to rouse the half-kapre.
The next day after classes, JM strolled leisurely towards the department store, readying himself for his next shift, when he was startled by an outraged cry from behind him. Turning around quickly, the young man at first didn't know what he was looking at, and then his confusion quickly turned to resignation and annoyance as he recognized the form of the boy from yesterday.
"You have got to be fucking kiddi-"
His muted groan was interrupted by the boy's accusatory yell of: "YOU!"
"Fucking fuck why does this happen to me, fucking shit fucker."
Palming his face, JM let loose a long-suffering sigh, and glared at the little shit standing in front of him. "Alright kid, although m'pretty sure I know what you want, what the fuck do you want?" He was going to be late for work, he just knew it. If this was going to be taken out of his paycheck he was so going to kill this dude.
"WHAT DO I WANT!?" Oh his ears, this guy was loud. "You said to meet you, behind the department store at midnight. I waited for you for five hours and you didn't show up!"
"Damn, guess that explains why you look like shi-"
With a rage filled yell, JM's vision was suddenly filled with the underside of a shoe, and his head snapped to the side to avoid it. Wide eyed and on the ground after losing balance, he quickly scrambled to his feet as the boy closed the distance once more, right fist snapping towards his body.
JM reacted by curling his arm down to block it, only to be struck in the head by a left hook that he didn't see coming. The force of the blow shocked him for a moment. This kid hit hard!
The boy attempted to follow up with a kick to his sternum, but apparently overestimated how dazed JM actually was, as the half-kapre caught the blow in his arm. "Got you now asshole!" he thought triumphantly, only for the boy to twist in a way that maneuvered out of his grasp, and found him stumbling for balance.
Going for a killing blow, he attempted to take JM's head clean off his shoulders with a kick at full force. The young man lifted his arms to defend against it, bracing himself for the blow, only to find that it never came.
The young man was fell to the ground, body rigid in an awkward, unnatural manner, a paper talisman slapped to his back. The one who did the deed stood over his frozen body, looking thoroughly dispassionate about it.
"I'll have to apologize for this young man's behavior."
JM recognized the guy too. He was a professor here, more to the point, he was one of the dudes that was there during his screening interview. It was easy to recall how he looked like: simply picture the coldest motherfucker known to man.
"Kirizanto... sir." He nodded respectfully. He probably also butchered his name.
"Jhackson Mason, wasn't it? This young man was skipping on remedial lessons. He won't be bothering you again." And with that brief exchange, the young man was hoisted bodily over the professors shoulder, and carried away. As for JM himself, he stood there, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Then, with a sense of dread, looked down at his watch.
Goddamit, he was going to be late for work!
One hour passed, then two, then five. No one appeared.
JM Mason was sound asleep in his dorm, all thoughts about the fight he had arranged with that strange boy in the food court completely forgotten. Said boy's scream of frustration far away did little to rouse the half-kapre.
The next day after classes, JM strolled leisurely towards the department store, readying himself for his next shift, when he was startled by an outraged cry from behind him. Turning around quickly, the young man at first didn't know what he was looking at, and then his confusion quickly turned to resignation and annoyance as he recognized the form of the boy from yesterday.
"You have got to be fucking kiddi-"
His muted groan was interrupted by the boy's accusatory yell of: "YOU!"
"Fucking fuck why does this happen to me, fucking shit fucker."
Palming his face, JM let loose a long-suffering sigh, and glared at the little shit standing in front of him. "Alright kid, although m'pretty sure I know what you want, what the fuck do you want?" He was going to be late for work, he just knew it. If this was going to be taken out of his paycheck he was so going to kill this dude.
"WHAT DO I WANT!?" Oh his ears, this guy was loud. "You said to meet you, behind the department store at midnight. I waited for you for five hours and you didn't show up!"
"Damn, guess that explains why you look like shi-"
With a rage filled yell, JM's vision was suddenly filled with the underside of a shoe, and his head snapped to the side to avoid it. Wide eyed and on the ground after losing balance, he quickly scrambled to his feet as the boy closed the distance once more, right fist snapping towards his body.
JM reacted by curling his arm down to block it, only to be struck in the head by a left hook that he didn't see coming. The force of the blow shocked him for a moment. This kid hit hard!
The boy attempted to follow up with a kick to his sternum, but apparently overestimated how dazed JM actually was, as the half-kapre caught the blow in his arm. "Got you now asshole!" he thought triumphantly, only for the boy to twist in a way that maneuvered out of his grasp, and found him stumbling for balance.
Going for a killing blow, he attempted to take JM's head clean off his shoulders with a kick at full force. The young man lifted his arms to defend against it, bracing himself for the blow, only to find that it never came.
The young man was fell to the ground, body rigid in an awkward, unnatural manner, a paper talisman slapped to his back. The one who did the deed stood over his frozen body, looking thoroughly dispassionate about it.
"I'll have to apologize for this young man's behavior."
JM recognized the guy too. He was a professor here, more to the point, he was one of the dudes that was there during his screening interview. It was easy to recall how he looked like: simply picture the coldest motherfucker known to man.
"Kirizanto... sir." He nodded respectfully. He probably also butchered his name.
"Jhackson Mason, wasn't it? This young man was skipping on remedial lessons. He won't be bothering you again." And with that brief exchange, the young man was hoisted bodily over the professors shoulder, and carried away. As for JM himself, he stood there, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Then, with a sense of dread, looked down at his watch.
Goddamit, he was going to be late for work!
Marduk
It would be a lie to say that Marduk was surprised by Cloven's reaction. It would also be a lie to say that he had misread Cloven. The truth of the matter was he didn't know the boy all that well - which in this instance was actually forgivable, considering he hadn't actually been part of the guild that long. Still he was a fair bit disappointed that he forwent helping them with their search and rescue efforts - publicity aside, there were lives that still needed saving even if the real danger had passed. He'd probably hoped that Cloven would do the right thing.
Then again... Marduk looked at Cloven closely. There was something off with the way the boy reacted to him. It was as if he was personally offended by his request, somehow. Looking back, there was nothing that Marduk could recall that would explain such an attitude except-
Marduk scratched his chin. Cloven was quite awkward when it came to Grasidia, wasn't he? Not even here, but even back home at the guild. At first he'd chalked it up to being generally aloof but then, wasn't he always staring at their preeminent plant mage? Oh, he tried to be subtle about it, but with feelings as strong as he had, one's intentions would always leek out eventually, and one only needed to have a trained eye to spot it.
There was something there between them, he figured. What it was, he couldn't say, but what he could do... "Oh I could absolutely going to use this," he thought with a grin.
Scarcely finishing that thought, he got a good look at the ongoing chaos between his guildmates as he bore witness to what appeared to be - and probably was not, given the circumstance - Asher and Ria in a tender embrace, followed by a quick introduction of his gonads to Lavinia's foot. His eye twitched for a second as he deliberated laughing or sighing at the turn of events, before settling with opening a portal in front of a sprinting Lavinia, who promptly got clotheslined. Zenith appeared at her feet a moment later.
"Little Vin, I realize that you're at a rather confusing point in your life," this could be applied to the entirety of their guild sans Torys, "but it's poor form to inflict harm on your romantic rivals, especially if said rival is simply trying to help."
He cleared his throat loudly, before she could (predictably) interject. "Also, Zenith here needs assistance," he gestured with his working hand.
His piece being said, he now had to deal with the clean up of the city and media media media-!
The crowd had suddenly swarmed a bit too close for comfort, and he asked that they step back just a bit to give him some breathing space. It was an easy request to follow, considering that Marduk towered over all of them by at least a head, with a suitably large and commanding voice, and had just assisted in what appeared to be the slaying of a dragon. It also helped that Marduk was an old hand at dealing with the media.
"Erm, I'd ask that you try and give my guildmates some space, but I know how you media people work," his joking tone offset his words as he offered the gathered crowd a friendly grin. "So I'll just ask that you don't bother the ones trying to heal the others and don't push too hard- the people of Fenixtear are quite a special lot, and they might just blow you off entirely if you do, hahaha!"
Predictably, Grasidia was walking away already.
"The dragon was taken down via our combined efforts, facilitated through our S-class mages, and this young talented mage," he said, kneeling down ruffling Lavinia's hair. "Her magic was especially effective against the dragon, and was instrumental in dealing the final blow."
"We're a guild fashioned after the old ways; family, magic, adventure. Perhaps a strange concept nowadays, but I feel that the way guilds are run now is constrictive. We've become content with living in a smaller, convenient world, but in my opinion that's little more than a comforting lie. Smaller doesn't more things within reach, and convenient doesn't mean easier. It simply means that you've shrunk your horizons. Have shrunk the things you could set your sights on. Limited your dreams to that which is convenient.
"Our guild Master Torys - yes folks, I'm not the guildmaster, she's awaiting our safe arrival back home - envisioned a wider world than the one we have been sold nowadays. I myself don't have our guildmasters vision. I'm old and my imagination is limited, but I find myself curious all the same:
"What will that wider world look like?"
"Today is just the first step to that world. The slaying of this beast at the hands of my guildmates is a first step to what I feel is the beginning of a grand adventure. So today, Marduk Girga of Fenixtear asks of those who have imagined that same wider world, of a future beyond the buying and selling of manufactured pleasure, of manufactured adventures, reach out to Fenixtear, and we'll see what lies beyond that horizon together!"
His voice finished strong. Oratory had always been one of his gifts, his mother being a teacher had taught him the right ways to get people to listen, and he'd polished that skill over the years. It proved helpful in building his case and his reputation in the past, and it would prove useful for Fenixtear today.
Then again... Marduk looked at Cloven closely. There was something off with the way the boy reacted to him. It was as if he was personally offended by his request, somehow. Looking back, there was nothing that Marduk could recall that would explain such an attitude except-
Marduk scratched his chin. Cloven was quite awkward when it came to Grasidia, wasn't he? Not even here, but even back home at the guild. At first he'd chalked it up to being generally aloof but then, wasn't he always staring at their preeminent plant mage? Oh, he tried to be subtle about it, but with feelings as strong as he had, one's intentions would always leek out eventually, and one only needed to have a trained eye to spot it.
There was something there between them, he figured. What it was, he couldn't say, but what he could do... "Oh I could absolutely going to use this," he thought with a grin.
Scarcely finishing that thought, he got a good look at the ongoing chaos between his guildmates as he bore witness to what appeared to be - and probably was not, given the circumstance - Asher and Ria in a tender embrace, followed by a quick introduction of his gonads to Lavinia's foot. His eye twitched for a second as he deliberated laughing or sighing at the turn of events, before settling with opening a portal in front of a sprinting Lavinia, who promptly got clotheslined. Zenith appeared at her feet a moment later.
"Little Vin, I realize that you're at a rather confusing point in your life," this could be applied to the entirety of their guild sans Torys, "but it's poor form to inflict harm on your romantic rivals, especially if said rival is simply trying to help."
He cleared his throat loudly, before she could (predictably) interject. "Also, Zenith here needs assistance," he gestured with his working hand.
His piece being said, he now had to deal with the clean up of the city and media media media-!
The crowd had suddenly swarmed a bit too close for comfort, and he asked that they step back just a bit to give him some breathing space. It was an easy request to follow, considering that Marduk towered over all of them by at least a head, with a suitably large and commanding voice, and had just assisted in what appeared to be the slaying of a dragon. It also helped that Marduk was an old hand at dealing with the media.
"Erm, I'd ask that you try and give my guildmates some space, but I know how you media people work," his joking tone offset his words as he offered the gathered crowd a friendly grin. "So I'll just ask that you don't bother the ones trying to heal the others and don't push too hard- the people of Fenixtear are quite a special lot, and they might just blow you off entirely if you do, hahaha!"
Predictably, Grasidia was walking away already.
"The dragon was taken down via our combined efforts, facilitated through our S-class mages, and this young talented mage," he said, kneeling down ruffling Lavinia's hair. "Her magic was especially effective against the dragon, and was instrumental in dealing the final blow."
"We're a guild fashioned after the old ways; family, magic, adventure. Perhaps a strange concept nowadays, but I feel that the way guilds are run now is constrictive. We've become content with living in a smaller, convenient world, but in my opinion that's little more than a comforting lie. Smaller doesn't more things within reach, and convenient doesn't mean easier. It simply means that you've shrunk your horizons. Have shrunk the things you could set your sights on. Limited your dreams to that which is convenient.
"Our guild Master Torys - yes folks, I'm not the guildmaster, she's awaiting our safe arrival back home - envisioned a wider world than the one we have been sold nowadays. I myself don't have our guildmasters vision. I'm old and my imagination is limited, but I find myself curious all the same:
"What will that wider world look like?"
"Today is just the first step to that world. The slaying of this beast at the hands of my guildmates is a first step to what I feel is the beginning of a grand adventure. So today, Marduk Girga of Fenixtear asks of those who have imagined that same wider world, of a future beyond the buying and selling of manufactured pleasure, of manufactured adventures, reach out to Fenixtear, and we'll see what lies beyond that horizon together!"
His voice finished strong. Oratory had always been one of his gifts, his mother being a teacher had taught him the right ways to get people to listen, and he'd polished that skill over the years. It proved helpful in building his case and his reputation in the past, and it would prove useful for Fenixtear today.
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