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    Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Ignacio
    Ignacio

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    In Progress Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Ignacio 23rd November 2020, 1:42 am



    Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya) VzIPKw1

    May the bridges I burn light the way.



    "What'd you say to my Mother, punk?"

    "I said that the food tasted like ass, man. She's the cook, yeah?"

    "You think you can talk to her like that?!"

    It was the early afternoon as a cerulean sky, clear of clouds, stretched over Cedar Town. It was normally such a peaceful little town, where the only trouble that stirred up was the occasional robbery or other petty crimes. Sometimes bigger stuff happened, but that happened just about anywhere you went in Fiore. However, today was one of those days where trouble just happened to be stirring up, and it was coming from a little kebab booth on the side of a busy road, run by an older woman and her young adult son. A fight was brewing between him and Juuya, who was wearing a black and white tracksuit over a white hoodie, covering the majority of his upper body and the scars that covered them. However, his smirking face and the self-satisfied look on it remained in full view as the other man began to approach, red in the face at Juuya's comment.

    "Why? You wanna go a few rounds, man?" Juuya taunted, casually continuing to slide meat and veggies off of the kebab he was criticizing. Stunts like this weren't unfamiliar to him, who roamed Fiore with a taste for adventure and a love for fighting. He was your typical punk who would pick a fight with just about anyone, regardless of whether or not he'd win. He led quite an active life when he was doing things for Errings Rising, always covered in bruises and always having scratched knuckles from his punches. "Kinda hard to take you seriously when you're wearing an apron, but let's go. I'll even let you get the first hit in. C'mon!"

    "You...!" the other man began, fuming. The older woman running the stand ensnared her son's arm in her own, pulling him back with the weight of her entire body as he inched forward. People began to stop in the streets as the stench of a fight began to fill the vicinity, Juuya just standing there eating his kebab with a look of condescension in his turquoise eyes. He fully intended on getting into a fistfight, but he wanted to wait until that little old woman couldn't hold back her son any longer. As usual, no one showed any interest in intervening. He liked it that way anyway.


    || Word Count: 406 || Thread WC: 406 || WC Needed ??? || Job Approval ||
    Enemies: ???
    @Arthur Harrington


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    Oberon
    Oberon

    Player 
    Lineage : Spirit Walker
    Position : None
    Posts : 186
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 726,963

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Commander of Helios
    Second Magic: Warrior of Helios (Light Demon Slayer)
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Oberon 23rd November 2020, 12:05 pm



    Arthur Harrington
    HP: 2640/2640 MP: 1890/1890


    The scenic town of cedar was getting colder this time of year. It was the time of year when Arthur needed to bundle himself up in either a coat, his armor, or an aura of light before he went outside in order to keep warm. There was very little that wasn't actually pierced by the bitter creeping cold besides an active aura of light magic. Normal heavy clothes restricted his movements and stifled him, while the metal of his armor tended to seize up and become frosty in colder environments. Knowing that using magic like that was probably inadvisable at the moment, considering he was just going to go out for a snack, Arthur decided on wearing his parka as he got dressed for the outside weather. His new apartment in cedar was very quaint, in all honesty, with all the amenities he could have asked for including and not limited to lacrima showers, heat, and air exchanging.

    His favorite part about about his new apartment, however, was that it was located just above a small bakery near the town's square, where a few other fresh food vendors always set up shop. And his balcony was large and great too, having enough room for him to set out a blanket and sprawl out his rather large form in the sun. Arthur was just thankful though that he had a balcony in the first place, as his last apartment required him to go out into a public access park for all of his sunbathing. Stepping out into the apartment building's hallway the paladin made a friendly greeting towards an older couple. They were rather nice, if not a little nervous about sharing a building with a mage. Arthur could understand that, not everybody could control their magic as easy as he did, and some people had rather destructive magic types in general. Arthur couldn't help but think back to that sea monster that would have destroyed everything in its flailing spell casting. Is that how the couple thought of him? He'd have to bake them a basket or something, or get them a nice little thank you gift for being so welcoming. When Arthur had first moved into his new apartment, they had been there to help and provide food and drinks. And while he hadn't needed the physical help at the moment, he more than appreciated the free food. they had made sandwhiched of some kind and all he knew was that they had been great. Thinking of the memory fondly, Arthur smiled and entered into the descending stairway. Finding himself at the door to the street not soon after, Arthur braced himself for the cold weather as he pulled the glass doors open and stepped out into the frigid air.

    Frigid air sent chills down his spin as goosebumps erupted across his skin. This would be a long winter, so it seemed from how everything was this cold already. Maybe it was just like this in Cedar, though, as Arthur had never wintered in this place before. It definitely wouldn't be like wintering out on Amber Island, that's for sure, but it'd be a nice experience nonetheless. Stomach growling as he walked past a few farmers stands, Arthur resisted the urge to chow down on some light. Sure, it satiated him, but he was craving some real actual food, and the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was freak out some of his potential neighbors by grabbing light out of the sky and violating in publicly. Arthur was nearing his favorite bakery stand when he first heard it. Over the sound of the crowds general churning conversations, Arthur's slayer senses picked up what appeared to be two men having what seemed like a very heated conversation. Too curious for his own good, the nosy man slipped through the crowd with a few excuse-mes and sorrys nearing the kabob stand. Arthur had eaten there one time, and that one time had truly been enough. It's not as if the food was bad, because he was sure people liked it, but Arthur was not one of those people who even remotely enjoyed their food in any capacity of the matter. But the mother and son duo were still in business so obviously they had to be doing something right at the very least.

    When Arthur heard the taunt about the son wearing an apron, Arthur knew a fight was about to break out. The son working the stand was never the patient type of man, and if Arthur hadn't know any better, he would have assumed him to have some type of aggressive disorder, reacting violently and fighting a fair amount of his customer base. Again, they had to be doing something right if not only their food sucked but so did their hospitality. Breaking through the crowd, Arthur came to see a rather peculiar sight. The mother was holding back her son with her arms linked with her son's, and a rather tall man who's face was not seen to him at this angle. Knowing this tall guy was probably the instigator of this incident, he continued watching the scene unfold. He wouldn't intervene, not just yet. When Arthur saw the older woman struggling to hold back her son though, he couldn't just stand by and watch, regardless of how entertained he was by the whole affair. Sighing, he breached the crowd's cover and walked past the tall man and towards the older mother.

    "You know, Agatha, you probably shouldn't keep putting your son on shifts like this if you know how he's going to react this way to pretty much anything. I think it would be an unwise decision given your reliance upon keeping clientele and other things."

    Arthur turned towards the tall guy, looking at his face and holding back a shocked reaction. Covered in wrinkled and discolored sheet-burns, the man's entire neck and underneath his eyes were purple and eye-catching. Arthur had never seen burns like that before, as it was like the flesh itself was just dead but not yet willing to fall off. If not for the fact that the two didn't know each other in the slightest, Arthur would have began pumping the otherwise young-looking man full of his healing magic right away. Though, there was a feeling in his stomach that stopped that urge, maybe it was some type of magical condition? Regardless of the boy's burns, Arthur had to speak on the matter at hand.

    "So, you're the instigator. Food not to your taste or what? Easiest thing to do in that situation is just ask for a refund and then take your money politely and leave. I'm going to guess you didn't do any of that, right?"

    TAG: @Juuya WORDS: 1129 NOTES: bleh
    Spell Healing:
    (X(1.5))3.7
    Spell Damage:
    (X)2.7
    Spell Durability:
    (X)2.2
    Strength: 90HP
    Speed: 180m/s
    Spell Range: (X)1.5
    HP Regen: 20%/Post
    MP Regen: 15%/Post
    MP Regen: 10%/Post
    Daylight/Darkness



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    Oberon Sutharlan | Vault | Golden Lacrima - EXP2021/11/10 | #FBCCD3 | Faerie Legacy
    Ignacio
    Ignacio

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    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
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    Posts : 145
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 18,415

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Ignacio 23rd November 2020, 2:25 pm



    Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya) VzIPKw1

    May the bridges I burn light the way.



    The tension was beginning to rise to a point of no return as Juuya and the vendor's son locked eyes like missiles on a target. It didn't seem like the vendor's son had any intention of backing down from the hooded punk's callouts, but before the fight Juuya so pleasantly desired broke out like a bull rushing out of its cages, someone finally intervened.

    It was a tall butch man wearing a parka jacket that stepped in between the worked up men at the stall, even taller than Juuya if only by a few inches. He was large, broad of the shoulders, and looked like worked out often judging by his macho appearance. There he stood, in all of his gallant glory, trying to defuse the chaos that Juuya so casually crafted. 'Knights in Shining Armor' like this are what killed his buzz, especially when they act all high and mighty with their lecturing. Juuya could turn his cheek on a lot of things if it meant getting something done or acquiring something he wanted, but when he was off doing whatever he pleased, he didn't like people telling him what he should and shouldn't be doing. But this was a little different. Not only was he large in stature, but the instant he stepped foot in between him and the vendor's son, there was that chill that crept down Juuya's spine—that feeling of overwhelming mana saturating the vicinity—this man was on a different level, and a sorcerer no doubt. It was light and warmed the soul, but to Juuya, it was a sign of trouble. He was a lot of things, but Juuya was no fool. He knew what trees he should and shouldn't bark up.

    "Maybe they should get it right the first time instead, yeah? It's whatever, though," Juuya chewed away at the remaining parts of his kebab, flicking the sturdy wooden pick down onto the ground and began walking away with his hands stuffed into his baggy pockets, quickly raising his middle finger to the vendor's son along with a triumphant wink as he meandered away, "See you 'round, Sissy Boy."


    || Word Count: 355 || Thread WC: 1890 || WC Needed ??? || Job Approval ||
    Enemies: ???
    @Arthur Harrington


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    Oberon
    Oberon

    Player 
    Lineage : Spirit Walker
    Position : None
    Posts : 186
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 726,963

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Commander of Helios
    Second Magic: Warrior of Helios (Light Demon Slayer)
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Oberon 23rd November 2020, 3:44 pm



    Arthur Harrington
    HP: 2640/2640 MP: 1890/1890


    It was a nice resolution to the conflict, really. The young man didn't lash out and attack him nor the shopkeeper. Instead, the disgruntled customer simply chewed at his food and finished the rest of his kebab in apparent distaste. Thankfully, the fight had just been with a disgruntled customer, no more, no less. Arthur frowned as the young man tossed his chewed kebab stick down onto the ground. It wasn't unexpected for someone of his age to litter like that, but the brazenness of the act had caught him off guard, to willingly just litter while somebody who had already called him out was watching him plain as day. Though, there was a part of the paladin that understood where the young man was coming from, having been in his position before with incorrect orders and missing food, but never to the point of expressed anger, however. Arthur liked to think he had more self control over himself than that, but really only control in regards to his anger. Most of his vacation habits had proved rather strenuous of both his self-control and his joints. Now that he thought about it, Arthur would definitely have to take some type of flexibility class or yoga class to take advantage of the situations commonly offered to him. The young man was definitely moody though, from how he stuffed his hands into his pocked and cast his gaze downward as he sulked away. It would have pretty emo if not for the actual fight the customer had started. Arthur chuckled when the emo turned around to give the shopkeeper's son the middle finger alongside calling him a sissy. To be fair, the paladin wasn't going to lie and say that the look on the son's face wasn't amusing him. Arthur couldn't really relate to being that affected by being called a name, but he could understand that it didn't help anybody who already had a rather weak psyche. Turning to the shopkeeper and son, he spoke.

    "That was definitely interesting, sorry bout that folks. Hopefully I got him to head off. If he bothers you two again I'm sure you two know where to find me.

    And it had been true, there had been people in Cedar who recognized him occasionally or were attempting to track him down to sign autographs. Arthur didn't really mind this that much, and he certainly didn't mind the one or two civilians who had tracked him down bc of injury or illness of themselves or others. That's what Arthur practiced his magic for, after all, to spread and form his benevolence into action. With that in mind, he knew that the two would be able to find him if they really needed to. His landlord was sick of the fans trying to get into the building, but he couldn't help with that.

    ---

    This part of Cedar's shopping district was rather pretty, to be honest. With how the stores had green bronze roofs and textured fabric storefront canvases, it all looked both rustic and gothic at the same time. Arthur was looking into all of the storefront windows at the merchandise they were advertising. While the bakeries and chocolatiers were the fronts that caught his attention immediately, he was really looking for a few outfitters or clothing stores. He was in need of a few warmer clothes for the coming season, alongside just general wares due to his generally limited wardrobe. Looking into the window, Arthur saw the multiple rows of what appeared to be men's clothing. The store's bell rang as he pushed the glass door open. The smell of old wood immediately hit him, alongside the aroma of rich fabrics and old books. Rather strong, but not unpleasant to be honest. They had plenty of coats, sweaters and pants. Arthur was the type of person to take his time while shopping, considering himself somewhat frugal in regards to freely spending money on clothes. He didn't particularly mind paying for quality materials, but he didn't like to be frivolous either in any way.

    The rack of sweaters was daunting, with how much variation was displayed upon its neatly organized shelves. Arthur wanted something festive, that's what he knew for sure, something that he could wear to a social event should the need arise. Arthur browsed the red sweaters before finding something with green and white argyle patterns. Now he needed more clothing for just general wears. Khaki pants were good, and he didn't quite feel comfortable with wearing jeans, he didn't like the way the fabric rubbed against his skin. With his casual wear catered to, he needed for something for home, something he could lounge around in without needing to care for style or anything of the sort. What he needed were pajamas and sweatpants. Grey sweatpants were easy for him to acquire, and they were actually very well made from what he could tell, having cuffs at the bottom to cinch and fit the baggy material alongside a general band at the waist. And they were so soft too. The pajamas were generally the same, different in that they had a red plaid pattern and no cuff of fabric at the bottom. What Arthur wouldn't buy, however, were any of the graphic t-shirt designs he could see being displayed in the store across from this one. It's not that he didn't like them, because he found them rather endearing and cute when worn on others, but it wasn't the image that he wanted to put out for himself, although most of the people he meet and interacted with usually left good reviews, so it wasn't his style that would get him into trouble or anything. To just add more quantity to his wardrobe itself, the paladin picked up a bundle of plain white tshirts and black t shirts before approaching the woman at the counter and paying with a fair sum of jewels. Leaving the store, Arthur clutched his shopping bags in hand and thought about his purchases. Today was a successful haul, and his week was going rather well aside from the hiccup with the emo a few days past.

    TAG: @Juuya WORDS: 1028  (2157) NOTES: bleh
    Spell Healing:
    (X(1.5))3.7
    Spell Damage:
    (X)2.7
    Spell Durability:
    (X)2.2
    Strength: 90HP
    Speed: 180m/s
    Spell Range: (X)1.5
    HP Regen: 20%/Post
    MP Regen: 15%/Post
    MP Regen: 10%/Post
    Daylight/Darkness


    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Oberon Sutharlan | Vault | Golden Lacrima - EXP2021/11/10 | #FBCCD3 | Faerie Legacy
    Ignacio
    Ignacio

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 145
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 18,415

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Ignacio 24th November 2020, 12:54 am



    Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya) VzIPKw1

    May the bridges I burn light the way.



    The air was getting cooler as the season's chill began to descend upon them, snow beginning to show up in places other than Mt. Hakobe, even if it was only a light shower. Stores were already beginning to fill their display cases with all the little red, white, and green items as the season of giving was nigh, even though it was really early to be even thinking about that sort of stuff. But who could blame them? People loved the holiday season, and this was the first time Juuya had spent one outside of the labs.

    When he first escaped that prison and the monotony of tests for days without an end sight, all he could think about was revenge. All he can think about is revenge, but from time to time, Juuya felt lost in a world that was stolen for him for so long. All of the amenities that seemed so foreign and exotic, and the events that happened in the years past sometimes hit him like a gust of aromatic wind—whisking him away into a deep descent of curiosity and interest before leaving him alone with his feelings of vengeance and his lust for chaos once more. It felt surreal.

    "Hmm..." Juuya was staring a seasonal display at a clothing store's large glass windows, wool and cotton sweaters, hats, and gloves adorning lifeless mannequins in their frozen postures, so simply decorated with price tags and snowflakes. Looking at all of these gaudy displays reminded him of the impending season and how he'd need to get stuff to prepare for the cold weather to come. Being part Infernal himself, it wasn't that he had issues keeping himself well heated, but it was more of finding clothes that wouldn't burn up when he did. He was beginning to think about his boss's offer of fireproof clothing seriously, but even then, he liked some variety to his wares.

    When Juuya turned away from the window, he accidentally bumped his shoulder into a couple with locked arms, turning to face them with his messy black hair draped over his playfully apologetic expression.

    "Sorry. My bad," he'd say, friendly in all of his tones. But once they all separated and went on their opposite trails, Juuya flicked out a thick leather wallet with that brand-new gloss over its brown exterior. When he opened it, there was an assortment of bank cards, gift cards, and just cards of all other kinds messily filed together, along with a few bills of jewels. He didn't own a wallet himself, but he had picked up and refined the skill of pickpocketing them whenever he couldn't intimidate people into giving him things. With his triumphant, up-to-no-good smirk, Juuya smiled as he flipped through the contents and pulled out the bills with a look of satisfaction. "Nice."


    || Word Count: 470 || Thread WC: 3388 || WC Needed ??? || Job Approval ||
    Enemies: ???
    @Arthur Harrington


    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Oberon
    Oberon

    Player 
    Lineage : Spirit Walker
    Position : None
    Posts : 186
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 726,963

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Commander of Helios
    Second Magic: Warrior of Helios (Light Demon Slayer)
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Oberon 24th November 2020, 3:36 pm



    Arthur Harrington
    HP: 2640/2640 MP: 1890/1890


    Arthur was walking down the busy street when he felt it. There was something in the air aside from the winter's chill. The crowds avoided him as he walked, though that was greatly his own fault as he made no conscious effort to hide his magical presence. He didn't feel the need to, and he had heard others describe it as somewhat welcoming, but he guessed that didn't apply when it was strong enough to put civilians on edge. He never noticed it anymore than the 'this guy is kinda weird lemme let him pass' kind of way, and it was rarely really commented on. Arthur was suddenly struck with the thought that nobody probably wanted to tell him because of how it made non-mages normally feel. It would explain a lot, looking back on it, why people tended to be nice to him. It was an interesting little revelation he had upon himself. Maybe he wasn't as charming as he had once thought.

    A fat flake of snow landed on the front of his face, fracturing his reverie and confronting him with what had distracted him not mere moments ago. it was a little sensation, one that interacted with and mingled with his own, almost drowned out by their difference in strength. Arthur could swear that he felt a little fiery presence nearby, one that was rebellious yet meek, wanting to remain unseen. It sparked a memory in him that he had yet to correlate, but he remembered that it had left an impression on him not too long ago. A smoky smell of meat replayed in his mind before the memory jolted back into the conscious and he was reminded of that little emo punk. That's exactly who it was. Now, Arthur was never the best at magical sensory tracking, but he could tell the general direction it was coming from. Down the road, he though, as the little flame burned in the cold. Arthur passed by an angry looking couple and continued in his pursuit. The flame's presence was getting closer and Arthur could make out what looked like the head of a tall man and it had to be him. Arthur was likely to have been seen coming, given his general height and lack of presence control, but he did his best not to shout out or say anything alarming. Instead, he approached the emo looking man and saw what he was doing. The older teen was looking through what was definitely a money-filled wallet. It wouldn't have been suspicious if not for the fact that the punk looked like he was surprised and deviously excited at the contents. Sighing, the paladin spoke out at him in a deep tone.

    "So, I'm going to guess that isn't your own wallet? I don't even have to guess though, do I."

    It was clear that the older man was obviously disappointed, not unlike the tone of a disapproving teacher who had just graded somebody's paper. Finding the punk again in this town was certainly a coincidence, and having located his presence twice surely meant he had it in his mind the next time they encountered eachother.

    TAG: @Juuya WORDS: 529 (2686) NOTES: bleh


    Spell Healing:
    (X(1.5))3.7
    Spell Damage:
    (X)2.7
    Spell Durability:
    (X)2.2
    Strength: 90HP
    Speed: 180m/s
    Spell Range: (X)1.5
    HP Regen: 20%/Post
    MP Regen: 15%/Post
    MP Regen: 10%/Post
    Daylight/Darkness


    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Oberon Sutharlan | Vault | Golden Lacrima - EXP2021/11/10 | #FBCCD3 | Faerie Legacy
    Ignacio
    Ignacio

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 145
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 18,415

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Ignacio 24th November 2020, 4:57 pm



    Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya) VzIPKw1

    May the bridges I burn light the way.



    Juuya flinched when he heard that deep, silvery voice, but not because he was startled. No, he just recognized the voice and didn't seem pleased. When he turned around to look, to no one's surprise, it was that hulk of a man from the other day who had intervened with a potential fight brewing at some old woman's food stall. Seriously? Him again? It wasn't like the people of Fiore didn't often intervene in squabbles like that, especially with how badly self-righteousness saturated society, but Juuya tried to avoid people like him because they were in a completely different league in terms of power. He liked to brawl when he could, but there was no chance of doing that if he were somewhere dead in a ditch or something.

    "What, guys like me can't possibly own their own wallet? If I didn't know better, I'd call that a case of—oh, I don't know—profiling, pal!" Juuya droned with a lazy smile, though the look in his drooping eyes was vividly unamused. It wasn't like the guy saw the pickpocketing—Juuya was actually quite proud of how quickly he picked up the skill and how well he was able to do it undetected—so it didn't hurt to try to pass it off as his own. Nonchalantly, he snapped the wallet shut and stuffed it into his front pocket, "Later."

    And just like that, Juuya he started to meander away with the careless wave of his hand to bid his butch pursuer farewell. Did the guy live here or something? Sorcerers, from what he could find, didn't tend to settle down in one place for very long. They were always out and about, hopping from one town to the next in order to solve problems and complete jobs for clients. One run-in wasn't anything to sneeze at, two and he'd have to start keeping an eye out.


    || Word Count: 313 || Thread WC: 3824 || WC Needed ??? || Job Approval ||
    Enemies: ???
    @Arthur Harrington


    _____________________________________________________________________________________

    Oberon
    Oberon

    Player 
    Lineage : Spirit Walker
    Position : None
    Posts : 186
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 726,963

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Commander of Helios
    Second Magic: Warrior of Helios (Light Demon Slayer)
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: Is this Fate? Nah, couldn't be! (Arthur/Juuya)

    Post by Oberon 24th November 2020, 5:16 pm



    Arthur Harrington
    HP: 2640/2640 MP: 1890/1890


    Arthur held back a blush at the comment, the punk was right. It was entirely possible that the man hadn't actually stolen anything but was just looking suspicious with a wallet. That was no evidence of a crime, but it was still pretty hard to believe the teen was just counting his money in the middle of the street like that, as he seemed like the kind of person who had a little bit of street smarts at least. And what if Arthur had indeed profiled the man? What would he do then if he had mistakenly put blame on the guy just because of the bad first impression he had made during the kebab debacle. It was hard for the paladin to know what to do or say, because he truly felt as if he had overstepped his bounds. Getting sassy with a kebab store owner was no crime, and probably wasn't evidence of the man's character at large. The paladin sighed, knowing he was in the wrong here, and he couldn't just let the man walk away with that in mind. Arthur had essentially profiled the older teen because of the situation they had found themselves in earlier. He wasn't going to let his general distaste for the youth's attitude to stop him from apologizing when he definitely had to. Jogging up to the leaving man, he said.

    "Nah, dude, I'm sorry. I just thought since you were causing trouble at that kebab place that you'd be doing the same thing. It just looked a little funny that you were counting your money in the middle of a street. I wouldn't do that, it could attract the wrong kind of attention to yourself and you could find yourself being robbed or something, alright?"

    Arthur had no clue what to say after that, but he knew he had to say something else otherwise the man would just keep walking and that'd leave a sour taste on his tongue. He didn't like it when he pissed off people who didn't deserve it, so Arthur would try to be friendly to the guy at least. Talk about his scars? Nope, bad idea. Weather? Nah, too stereotypical for someone who was just looking for an excuse to talk. Magic? Yeah, probably the best course of action in regards to conversation topic. Arthur knew the man had some in him, from how his signature presented a small fire or embers on charcoal.

    "Ah, so you're a mage, right? I could feel your magic presence from down the road so I just had to check and see if you were up to something. Again, sorry for all this, I tend to be a bit overzealous in my job sometimes. You in any guilds?"

    Hopefully, the questions would get the man to stop and talk at the very least. He didn't seem very sociable, only looking for the opening to pack up and leave. It was kind of funny, actually, how the emo punk was acting.

    TAG: @Juuya WORDS: 501 (3187) NOTES: bleh


    Spell Healing:
    (X(1.5))3.7
    Spell Damage:
    (X)2.7
    Spell Durability:
    (X)2.2
    Strength: 90HP
    Speed: 180m/s
    Spell Range: (X)1.5
    HP Regen: 20%/Post
    MP Regen: 15%/Post
    MP Regen: 10%/Post
    Daylight/Darkness


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    Oberon Sutharlan | Vault | Golden Lacrima - EXP2021/11/10 | #FBCCD3 | Faerie Legacy

      Current date/time is 28th March 2024, 11:52 pm