RE: Beliefs
"Was all that really necessary?"
"Something had to be done."
"You could have done with a little less glamour and flair."
"Oh, you never let me have fun with this anymore!"
"This was never meant to be fun in the first place."
"If they knew the full gravity of the situation, do you think that they would approve of what we have done? Let them think that they are heroes, let them think that they are special. In the end, it won't matter."
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"So what, you're stalking us now? Jesus, can't you just leave us alone?"
"Bascht, calm down." Muarim held an outstretched hand in the inn. The Mage was standing, motioning rather angrily at the Assassin to leave the room. "He helped a lot, even if he only joined in after the fight had broken out. A lot of the other adventurers helped out.
"He could have helped before, is what I'm saying." Bascht mumbled, stepping down. "We could avoided so much if we knew that he was there the entire time! He could have--"
"Guys! He's waking up!" Ren shouted. Everyone turned where they were to stare at Gerik, who began to mumble and sit up on the bed. "Slowly now, slowly." The Archer helped the Acolyte sit up slowly, the latter reaching up to grip onto his head like he had a massive headache.
"You were exhausted mentally and physically. I'm surprised you're able to sit up so quickly." Bascht said, moving towards the bed. Gerik mumbled some sort of response and stared down, finding he was in the minimum of his Acolyte robes.
"How did you do that? That show of power was... amazing." Muarim said, taking a seat opposite the mage. "I mean, I've heard stories of things like that, stories where people unlock a deep, hidden power within that makes them have abilities beyond what normal people can do but--"
"... I prayed." Gerik half-lied. "And then... suddenly I was full of that power." He stared up a Bascht, and he could feel the cold, merciless stare being given back. He looked down at himself again, seeing no ghostly apparition that reflected off of him. "Can I talk to B alone?" He asked. Everyone looked at each other, then to the Mage, who was still staring at the Acolyte.
"Come on, let's go." Konkon said, having been standing near the door the entire time. He was the first to go and the Merchant soon followed. Ren gave Gerik a warm smile and clenched his hand tightly before she too had gone.
"... Okay, I can't hide it." Gerik confessed, and Bascht just crossed his arms.
"So what? You spoke to him and then he took over your body? No one else noticed it because no one else knew what he looked like-- but I did." Bascht snapped. Gerik stared down. "So is he still alive? Or was that just some weird haunting?"
"If I really knew, Bascht, I would tell you. Trust me." Gerik stared up. "I called out for help and... I heard his voice. It took a while for me to remember but... the moment I trusted him, all that happened."
"So you'd trust some random spectre? Gerik, the amount of magical force that entered your body should have ripped you apart, put you in a coma, made you go crazy-- something. You're just lucky that you're all right, or seemingly so." The Mage made his own way to the door. "I'm going to go investigate, ask my teacher about any recorded cases of that happening before."
"Don't tell anyone." Gerik mumbled, almost ashamed. Bascht turned around, and just gave him a thumbs up.
"Our dirty little secret."
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"So... are you stalking us now, or what?"
Konkon looked up to see Gerik, now fully clothed again, taking a seat beside him in the inn's common room. Granted, he was still moving slow and he had a tired look on his face, but the Acolyte was smiling warmly at him nonetheless.
"I've kind of been following you around. Making sure that Amoren gets his good treatment, you know. Just sort of watching."
"Like a Guardian Angel?" Gerik giggled a little, seeing the Assassin flush slightly.
"You've already got one of those, it seems." Konkon said, with a smirk of his own. "Besides, I figured if you had some sort of hidden weapon even you didn't know about, it'd help when you needed it most."
"Does that mean you're coming with us from now on?" Gerik asked, a little too cheerfully. "I'm sure Amoren would love to have you around."
The Assassin waved a hand. "Maybe. Maybe not. You won't know." He stood up from his chair, and chuckled a little. "Let's just say that if you need it, I'll be there. And if you don't, I'll still be there."
"That's sweet." Gerik said. Konkon was glad that he had turned his back on the Acolyte.
"Whatever. Listen, since you guys are heading down into Geffen Dungeon I figure I should tell you that I scouted a little. Nothing too far out of the ordinary-- so it should be a decent training ground for you all." Konkon stretched his arms straight up, his back pulling in tight. "I'll see you around."
"Hey, wait!" Gerik said, standing himself. "Why don't you just come with us? It'll be easier that way. You could join the par--"
"Not allowed." Konkon said, before he gave a mock salute, and disappeared into thin air. Gerik blinked, and clapped his hands together.
"Ruwach!" A bright blue orb began to circle around him, but Konkon was already gone. "Not... allowed?"
"Gerik!" Ren said, storming down into the common room. "You should be resting, not casting random spells!" He chided. Gerik smiled a little and rubbed the back of his head. "Once you got better, we were planning to head down into the dungeon-- so rest up and let's get going!"
"That's a lot easier than that sounds." Gerik joked, heading back upstairs.
Gerik - Some noob Battle High Priest
Shichiro - Some noob AD
Muarim - Some noob smith
I'm just a noob.
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