Beliefs

[Zerrif]

@ Galt: Thanks! Glad you enjoy it so far.

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Tapping his foot, the young brunette yawned, already dressed in the adventuring gear he'd been bought, his mace securely on his back (he'd been trying to find a comfortable place to put it so when he walked, he wouldn't keep hitting it. Horizontally across his back, just along his waist seemed to work). He was still miffed at how they hadn't made plans to meet today, or where-- so he decided that heading to the fountain would be the best idea.

The Kafra girl yawned as well, having just relieved the last of her shift, and he smiled. He had to work just as hard as they did, to show that he could be of use adventuring. Still, he began to be a little worried. What if the pair didn't show up today? Would he be able to go with another party? If he did, but they showed up late, would they be mad?

He heard the familiar sound of wooden wheels turning along the Prontera road, looking over hastily. It wasn't his party from before, though it was another pair, another similarly dressed Blacksmith toting along a cart. He walked around with a boyish grin, half-naked with the usual Blacksmith's white shirt slung over his shoulder, revealing a well-built and shaped torso. He also wore the trademark light purple pants, sporting brown boots and gloves. He had a mop of light blonde hair, that seemed to be caught in a perpetual breeze from behind, and a broad, chiseled face. He set the cart down, and while bent over, Gerik could see the other of the "pair"

Sitting on the cart was a... mage? He still wasn't too good with recognizing different classes' usual garbs, and this one wasn't making it any easier. Adorned on his face was a simple, circular mask, with an eerie smiling face, and he had on his head, a large, perky sunflower. The mask covered every angle of the mage's face, and from no matter where you looked at it from, you were greeted with that never-changing smile. The sunflower on his head even seemed to turn to where he looked, and Gerik could picture the sunflower wearing a miniature of the mask as well. He was dressed in a grass-green robe, and even his hair was of the same colour as the sunflower's leaves-- giving him the impression that he was almost a moving flower in his entirety.

"Hey! You lost or something, Novie?" The Blacksmith asked. The mage looked over, and Gerik felt a chill run up his spine as he was smiled at. Dear god, what kind of horror was hidden beneath that? "You wanna join our party? This one here is bringing me to Ant Hell, and the more the merrier I always say on a good morning of hunting." His voice was a clear, bold baritone, and Gerik just shook his head.

"I've... already got a party. I'm just waiting. Sorry." Gerik replied, waving a hand. The Blacksmith clapped his gloved hands together, making him jump slightly. The blonde turned his head over to the green-haired one, and just nodded.

"Do you mind taking him along, then?" He asked. There was a whimper from behind the mask, and the Blacksmith turned again, as if worried the mage had been hurt. "No no, hon it's not like that, you know that! I was going along because you wanted me to but-- well, you know I have stuff to do! I'm a busy smith right?"

"I... don't think the others will mind." Gerik mumbled, though he raised a curious brow at the two. ?Man... is he ever whipped.? He thought, before he mentally chastised himself for the horrid thought. "We don't have much in the way of magical force anyway, he'd be a welcome addition."

The Blacksmith stared over his shoulder with a grin, and a slight look of desperation. "See? You'll get better experience with them anyway, you know I just make it not fun for you. I promise I'll make it up to you, I just have orders to complete." He sounded like he was pleading with the flower... mage... person, who just stared with that smiling mask at him.

"... But..." The mage whined. He sounded young, but still older than Gerik at least. A new mage, perhaps? "... I don't want to come back to your forge, and have to peel off girls from you again, okay?" The Blacksmith's blonde head just nodded, and he carefully lifted the mage off the cart, and set him on the ground.

"... Er... what're your names?" Gerik asked, after a second of awkward silence. The Blacksmith though, apparently hadn't heard him, and just lifted up the mask's side slightly, bringing his face in close to the mage's. Whispering? either way, the mask was suddenly pulled back closed by the mage's gloved hand. Was that a hint of a blush?

"You can just call me D." The Blacksmith said, before he hoisted up his cart. He ruffled the mage's hair, much to the magic-caster's dismay at having to right his sunflower again, and walked off. Gerik blinked, staring back at the unblinking smile.

"Bascht. Most people call me B." The mage said, before he just stepped closer. Gerik shivered again, though he stretched out a hand, which was quickly taken, and shook. "It's nice to meet you er..."

"Gerik. It's Ger--" He started, before his name was called from afar. He stared down the centre street, watching as the other smith and the Priest walked up to them. Was the latter of them limping a little? He seemed a little unsteady on his feet. "Ah, and here's my Party. Are you alright?"

"Hey! Sorry we're late. And yes yes... I'm just fine." The priest said, and the smith scratched at the back of his head. "A new member to the party?" The Priest asked, quick at changing the subject. Gerik nodded, and turned to the mage. "Glad to have you aboard! Gerik's needed a bit of help and we don't like to interfere unless absolutely necessary. He'll do great with some magical support, don't you think so?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I had been thinking." Gerik replied, with a smile-- having forgotten completely about the Priest. He was standing just fine anyway, probably just tired or something. "He wanted to go to Ant Hell. Is that okay with you two? I didn't think you had something planned anyway." The flower-mage looked over, making even the smith lose composure and take a slight step back at the smiling mask.

"Y-Yeah. That's fine with me." He said. "With his magical support, you should be able to handle it. Though after today, I think you'll be in prime shape to be able to advance to your first real Class. Have you thought about it at all? I know it seems like a rush as it's been all of what, two days adventuring, but still, you don't want to be adventuring and gaining noth--"

"Actually, yes, I have. And I even made my decision last night." Gerik interjected. That caused all three of them to look at him. There was a silence as they waited for an answer, but the brunette wasn't intent on giving it just yet, it seemed. "I'll tell you later-- but for now, off to Ant Hell, hm?"

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(So yes, Bascht is another character of mine that I play. The plan is to get all of them into a party together and go with that. n.n )