job approved on page 31, Post n°765
It wasn't after the job he had with Adalinda that the blue grey skinned demon had decided to go through a change. The ice dragon slayer lacrima had been used, along with an herbal mix that Haraka had figured would make the patching of the soul more possible. Without it, the lacrima would have been unlikely to have fully healed such a vast hole. A lot was there that hadn't been before, a lot of new emotions, even a few new instincts. Which changes were caused by the lacrimas magic, and which were caused by having a complete soul? There was no way for the demon to really know one way or the other. "Try not to overthink things." He muttered quietly to himself in the morning, bothered by the sound of his own voice. A lot more came out than he would like without being trapped inside internally. This unnerved the mantis shrimp more than a little. Someone who had been trapped inside for thousands of years, who had to struggle to express anything... was now having keeping things quietly in the mind. He would now make facial expressions or move his body in ways that he didn't fully understand, just as he didn't always understand the emotion behind it. "I knew it was going to happen, but its so unnerving to not understand all my inner workings anymore." Another slip up, he wasn't even outside his home yet. Omaras finished his normal routine, but felt more self aware of slip ups in self harm than ever.
The lacrima had improved his sense of smell, the smell that could pick of a faint scent of blood. It was something the young looking man had always assumed had vanished under the scents of soap, water, medicine, bandages, and clothes. He tried to distract himself with training and work, but it wasn't enough. This was how he ended up going back to the job board, the only confidence he felt at that point was the need to finish anything started. "He always said that anything unfinished was-" There it was again, the mind leaking out of his lips. In the end, he picked a job that was specifically in his element- the ocean. But this was also something above his rank, this was how the demon ended up asking for help. This was how he ended up on a fishermans boat with Kyran. "I used to love being on boats so much..." Another thing slipping out that was meant to stay in the mind. "Ma-" okay he's had enough of this, too many leaks out of his head! This is how his arm ended up in his mouth. This was also how he had the sudden reminder of how many of his own teeth were very sharp. His eyes widened a bit in a very expressive way before slowly moving the arm out. He looked down at the shirts sleeve that was now peppered with... holes. Holes he made with his teeth. "Why couldn't I be something less deadly? There has to be a better way of doing this..." He could feel the fishermans eyes on him. Well, this probably wouldn't feel so weird if it wasn't so common for fisherman and merchants to have heard of him.
Most of the survivors of his countrys destruction had been fisherman and merchants as they were the main people with boats. The culture was long gone, but a memory of the one survivor time hadn't killed seemed to have spread if anything. But now things were different. "I can't exactly call all the changes bad, it's just a lot of changes to take in at once." He said all at once, but it wasn't like the soul was healed that day. Sure, it was recent that the ice dragon slayer lacrima had been used, but it would be inaccurate to act like it had just happened. But... it was a lot of changes bundled up. He couldn't say they were changes for the worse. His hand, arm, the skin that didn't have prick marks from him being an idiot trying to shut himself up with his own arm. Even his physical health had visibly improved. Though paler, the tone his skin had looked a lot more lively. There was no grey tones to it that could be seen. The lack of grey hue almost made it feel like life was telling him how unhealthy it really was walking around with that sort of damage, no matter how unseen it was. It didn't matter how packed and ready he was for the boat ride, it didn't matter that he was a sea creature soothed by the motions of the oceans currents. Being a dragon slayer meant motion sickness, it meant that this would feel unpleasant. A bit of wing started to move around Haraka before a voice started speaking. This time winds voice didn't sound like he was amused by something unseen or unheard.
"Don't worry master, we will help with your new slayer motion sickness issue. Your plants have offered their scents and I will pick the finest ones to best soothe." How soothing he said that sounded almost unnerving, but he could tell that it was honest concern. "Thank you wind, I'm sorry for worrying you." That was when he heard laughing from wind. That wouldn't trick the demon this time. He could tell wind knew he wasn't fooling either of them, the spirit tucking away back inside himself very quickly. But... soon the air around him started smelling very gingery. It was much like the tons of herbal tea he had packed. It would take 5 days on boat to get on location, it would be a miserable travel if he didn't cope at all the entire time. So the young looking old man took in a deep breath before getting onto the boat. Well, it didn't take long for him to go from standing somewhere on the boat to more of a curled sitting location. The motion sickness hadn't even let him keep the wings or tail hidden, the large wings hanging at his sides, the tail curled around his folded legs and... honestly past his chest and head, making him resemble something of a massive shrimp ball with wings. Right now it didn't matter that he glowed dimly, it didn't matter that his wings and tail had beautiful blue glowing patterns, or that he was two deadly animals wrapped into one thing. None of that saved him right now from feeling like tossed up seaweed. His entire body had already started telling him just how unhappy it was... but the ginger smell did help.
"Thank you for coming Kyran, sorry for not looking all that presentable right now..."