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The sun had risen surprisingly early in Sosshi that particular morning; its rays managing to somehow break through the branches of the tall ever-green trees, making Rosalia snuggle closer to the random unnamed male that had the fortune to find himself in her bed for the previous evening. His body heat wasn’t close to what she needed in order to feel normal as an Ice mage, but Sosshi had smaller pickings, and therefore, higher chances to make mistakes.
This one, she decided as she slipped out of bed, was one that she wouldn’t repeat. The red-head stared at her reflection in the mirror after taking a quick shower, pleased as she slipped a bra on that the man hadn’t left any marks. She’d had better. Her eyes wandered over to her closet quietly, eyeing her Black Bulls mantle.
For the first time in a while, Rosalia had picked up a mission on her own. A simple one, but she’d plucked the paper from the board with her own gloved fingers nonetheless. Back at the Blue Roses, her captain had to sign her up constantly in order to make her leave her room. She watched her closely. There was less trust and lots of angst that Rosalia didn’t need on her shoulders after the year she’d had.
Joining the Black Bulls hadn’t been a last resort, no. It had been a choice; One that hadn’t even crossed her mind until she found a mantle on the side of her bed the morning after. A blush crossed her cheeks as her mind wandered off to the cause of her scandalous transfer to the Bulls before she shook her head and picked out her outfit for the day. She, along with an unnamed aid, would be protecting a Tomato vendor while he transported his goods, from his small farm a few kilometers off, into Sosshi. It sounded simple enough, and reminded her of the work she used to take up on Thursdays when she was training to become a magic knight.
Tying her Black Bulls mantle over her shoulders and pulling her hip-length crimson hair into a high ponytail, the witch headed out of the weirdly designed architectural castle that she now called a base. She summoned her “Wings of Winter” in a quiet voice, letting the black ice grow over her back. The wings spread wide, the red-head leaped off the ground towards the Tomato farmers’…well, farm.
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Last Edit: Apr 22, 2020 16:30:20 GMT -5 by Rosalia
Post by Ressona Carpenter on Apr 25, 2020 3:36:04 GMT -5
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Ressona kept her head rested on her hand as she watched the vendor load the crates of his goods. Was she lazy for not trying to help him there?... Ok sure, but she wasn't getting paid to help him load his tomatoes! She had enough of that from her dad!
Chk
The other side of her broom bounced against the ground before she tapped the other side of the broom to send it teetering back to the other side. She lost track of how long it took her, but she had finally found her broom's center of balance and managed to keep it on her knee. Most definitely some good thrilling fun for the entire family. Yep. She stopped the broom handle before it could smack against the ground again.
She sighed, placing the broom on the ground. If she hadn't been running low on money she could be sound asleep right now with a nice good lunch in her belly. First thing she was going to do was buy one of those tomatoes. She taste the sweet juicy fruit right now! And paired with a nice cheese? Surely it was a snack fit for the afterlife!
Ressona pushed herself to her feet and stretched out her arms with a yawn. Not even in her small town could see a sight like this! The flat rolling hills of green, farmland stretching nearly as far as the eye could see! Back home she had been surrounded by trees, wood, and cobbled roads her entire life. Her decision to run away from everything she had been groomed for was probably the best decision she ever made.
"Finally decided to get up and help, huh?" The farmer chuckled a bit as he loaded up another one of the crates.
"Whu? H-hey, that's not fair!" Ressona crossed her arms, annoyed that this guy would even suggest she was lazy!
"Haha!" Content with the short bit of rest that he got, the farmer would start back to his work, reaching for a crate of tomatoes. "Idle hands are demon's workshop, haven't you heard?"
"Tch!" Embarassed, Ressona turned her gaze towards the now-harvested fields before her. "It's not like you're paying me to help you load a bunch of tomatoes or anything! Hmph!"
Flying through the forests surrounding Sosshi was always particularly pleasant. The wind was never too cold and there was always a cloud that passed over the sun when it became particularly unbearable. Rosalia’s ruby eyes glanced around the evergreen scenery in silence, enjoying the occasional chirping of birds and rustle of bushes. The area was always peaceful, a startling difference to Kikka and Rague, where she had lived previously. The woman had grown used to waking due to her loud neighbors or tourists becoming too rowdy. Now, every morning she awoke through the gentle caress of the sun’s warm rays. That, or a man snoring loudly next to her. The thought made her chuckle. That was also an extremely common occurrence when she decided to get so smashed that she couldn’t remember where she was.
As a relatively decent-sized hut came within her line of vision, the woman snapped back to attention. She could ironize herself whenever she wanted, when she wasn’t on a mission. She had to be serious right now.
The woman landed quietly on the side of the hut’s yard and approached a very amusing looking pair of people. The first was a man that looked about in his fifties with a long graying beard and a bald head. He was stacking crates onto his cart and exerting quite the effort to do so.
The second was female with a large green hat and a broom. Rosalia frowned at the sight of the hat. It reminded her of a particular white-haired vice-captain that she really didn’t get along with.
Taking in a deep breath, the woman would smile and bow politely to the pair, letting the wind play with her crimson hair and her Black Bulls mantle. “Rosalia Boreas of the Black Bulls, as promised, here to help defend your stock.” Her squad wasn’t the most highly respected one, but they always got the job done. The farmer seemed to eye her for a split second before nodding.
“Sorry for being late sir, let me help you with those.” She’d move to dispel her Wings of Winter spell quickly and strap her grimoire back around her leg before reaching down and picking up a crate of tomatoes, mirroring the way they had been loaded. Her ruby eyes would glance over at the other woman who was assigned to the mission. The fact that she’d decided against helping didn’t bother her. She’d worked with many different people before. Most were usually kind enough to help an old man though.
Giving her a little smile, the red-head would return to helping cart the last few crates of tomatoes. It seemed that the old man had done most of them alone. “There.” She’d give a little bow to the man.
“Well then, shall we get going?” The bearded farmer questioned the two women as he climbed to the front of the cart, grabbing the reins of the donkey. “You can both sit at the back of the cart.”
Rosalia would nod silently, taking her spot at the back, waiting for her unnamed partner to join her. “Sorry my dear, I didn’t get your name?” She’d give a wolfish grin at the female hat-wearer once she’d sat next to her and the cart was well on its way.
Post by Ressona Carpenter on Apr 27, 2020 4:52:16 GMT -5
Ressona closed her eyes for but a second as she took in the sight again. She couldn't believe this place had been so close to her old home. It was so... different. The nice chilly breeze danced across her skin and-.
"Huh?" Wasn't that gust coming from a different direction than before. The only hint that the girl would have before she opened her eyes was the sound of the knight's feet glancing the ground right before she landed.
"Eh?" The sight before her was stunning to say the least. The dark, icy wings glinted with sunlight and shadow all the same, glittering brilliance that could give pause to any mere mortal such as herself! She could only watch as the Black Bull Knight glided right past her, dismissing the beautiful magic that had been holding her gaze, and went to work straight away.
"Aah, thank you miss Knight!" Of course, he wouldn't be one to turn down such a generous offer to help! "It's good to see that the next generation has a sense of diligence after all."
"H-hey I didn't say I wouldn't help!" Without losing a beat, Ressona would grab onto at least one before the old farmer and this stuck-up magic knight could claim they did it all by themselves! She wasn't going to let some bumpkin and an old hag say she was lazy so casually! She bent down to grab one of the lower crates of tomatoes. "See, old man, I'm-"
Crk!
Oh, a mistake as old as time! She had always been told to lift with her legs. How did she keep doing this to herself?
"J-j-j-just as.." Crk! Pop! Tok! With great effort, Ressona forced herself to stand up straight, though it was evident that her posture was very stiff. That was it! Next time she had to do all the heavy lifting she would just have her magic do it for her! "Dilligent!" With strained step, she would force herself to put the cursed produce in the back of the cart
"See? N-not hard at all!" Betraying her own words, she slumped against the back of the cart, only her elbows catching her from dropping to the ground.
"Mmmm... I'm too young to throw out my back like this..." It would be a stroke of luck for her that Rosalia and the farmer were just about done anyway, and she was more than glad to slowly crawl into the back right behind Rosalia, sitting opposite her. It seemed that the pain had subsided in part.
"Oh. I thought... Ressona." The girl placed her broom across her lap and started rolling it like it was a rolling pin. "Ressona Carpenter."
Ressona had never been one to carry a conversation. Needless to say her ability to keep one going with small talk was just as lacking. "Mmmm. I'll send some scouts ahead of us. Road's not that long so they can't be too far away from here." The girl removed the girmoire from its fastener on her belt and opened in the space between her and Rosalia.
"Wood Creation Magic: Thieves in the Night." Possessed by the mana of the world, the wood-covered tome rustled through its many pages, glowing a verdant green. From its pages would crawl three little golems, each no more than the size of a person's head.
"Okay! Louis, Marcus, Dietrich! Time to make momma proud!" The sudden change in attitude might have been odd for some, she seemed to treat her creations like little pets than the mindless things they actually were.
"I want all of you to fly ahead and keep an eye for some nasty thieves. Make sure to spread out a little bit, okay?" In their mindless, robotic fashion, the little scout golems would fire up their aerial screws, and one-by-one they would start to fly ahead of the rest of the party.
"Sooooo, uh. Black Bulls, yeah? Aren't you guys really close to here? I'm surprised I didn't see a base or something."
Rosalia would crack a legitimate grin when she saw the big-hatted female get up from her comfortable position and join her in loading the crates. Well that was an entertaining reaction she didn’t expect. A little laugh would pass over her lips at the wandering mage but she’d say nothing to her. She couldn’t pinpoint her age because of the shadow that was cast over her face by her hat. There was a definite youth to her though.
Glancing over at the female for a split second, the redhead would wince at the lifting posture displayed. She was about to open her lips and comment on it, but as she heard the groan of pain from her partner, she knew it was already too late.
“Are you quite alright?” the Black Bull would ask as she paused her actions for a second as she watched the girl stretch out. A loud popping sound echoed around the air, signifying that the problem had been fixed just as rapidly as it had appeared. This made the ice user assume a few things about the person with whom she’d been assigned to a mission with:
A) She was definitely not used to manual labor. Perhaps came from a large family where someone did all of it for her.
B) She had done manual labor before, but was just extremely inadequate at it.
Either of those seemed to currently fit the bill. The clear pain in her voice and walk directly following her placement of the cart also told Rosalia that her partner was either stupidly competitive or stupidly naïve. Whatever the case was, the red-head assumed she would be able to find out more as their time together progressed. What a character…
Once they’d engaged in a small talk at the back of the cart, she would finally have a name. Ressona Carpenter. Considering the Magic Knight had been taught the last names of every large and small noble family, she found it safe to assume that she had the right to treat this partner as an equal. It was a pleasant change from the missions she’d spent doing with Silas Vermillion or Zaven Blake, two of the most powerful wizards in the Kingdom. Not to mention that they were both captains of their separate Magic Knight squads. Both were fine men, both had been engaged, and she tended to bow and refer to both with the title of “Lord” despite their continuous complaints telling her not to. A little chuckle escaped her lips at that. Rosalia would tilt her head back, enjoying the way the wind would play with her hair as the cart moved. She missed Silas…the thought of him still made a pit in her stomach. It made her want to personally have a hand at defeating the daemon that killed him.
Her ruby hues would move to look at Ressona as she pulled out her grimoire and her magical essence swirled around the cart. A set of petite tree-like creatures emerged and scattered around, disappearing under her orders, quickly from view. She’d referred to them all by names, an interesting action that she’d never seen any of her other Magic Knight (or otherwise) do. Yuurei had explained to her prior that golem magic was just constructs, they didn’t feel anything.
“Yeah, we’re on the other side of Sosshi though, opposite part of the forest landscape, closer to the cliffs.” The witch would laugh as she indicated the direction with her thumb. Frankly, she couldn’t wait to get back to the base and get smashed after this. No matter the job, work was work, and the drinks that flowed after were always a pleasure.
“I’ve never met anyone with a Wood affinity before,” Rosalia would comment, amused at the display as her inner magic nerd wanted to pick Ressona’s brain a little. “What’s it like? It seems kinda cool.” The redhead would smile as the cart continued along the forest path. She’d admire the sky and the silence of nature while she waited for her answer.
Until the cart stopped suddenly, knocking the red-head into the carts of tomatoes as the donkey made a loud fearful sound. She’d curse under breath and stand up immediately, glancing around the area. Ressona’s scouts would’ve probably been able to spot anything coming from the front, but the few scruffy-looking gentlemen that had decided to attack them from the back were not expected.
“Mind taking the few at the front?” Rosalia would ask without really expecting an answer. She rolled off of the cart onto her feet, narrowing her ruby hues at the four bandits really close to them. All four were holding their pikes out, ready to stab her.
“Fangs of Frost,” Barely managing to unhook her grimoire, the woman would cast her spell of choice as she dodged the first pike stab at her. A spear of black ice appeared in each of her hands and she did a little twirl with the one in her right hand. The air temperature around her would drop close to zero as her mana poured into her grimoire and she threw the first spear at the bandit that had tried to stab her, impaling him in the shoulder and knocking him out.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You’re robbing tomatoes.” The woman would growl, barely managing to register the fact that her choice of words sounded like something her captain would use. A third spear would form to replace the one she’d thrown and she’d use it to take a side-swipe at the three men in front of her, knocking the first one’s pike away as she moved the magical weapon in her second hand to strike him upside the head and send him unconscious.
Rosalia would turn to eye the third and fourth men with her icy gaze. If looks could kill…
WC:977 TWC: 1929 Mana: 105/125 Battle recap: Rosalia defeated two of the Bandits and is focusing on the third.
Post by Ressona Carpenter on May 1, 2020 19:14:43 GMT -5
"Huh? What's it like?" She never thought about it before. It had always been hung over her head, something that had always been a part of her. It felt it was like someone asking what it was like to have brown hair.
"I'd... assume it feels about to same as having any magic?" She didn't know how to word it. Was there something that she was missing? Sure, there were times in her life she wished she had anything else for various reasons, but she couldn't imagine being any other way. Ressona tapped a finger on her chin to think for a few more moments on the nature of the question.
"My dad raised me to take over his carpentry business when I got old enough but I ran away from that." With that she would go back to rolling the broom about in her lap. "I kinda hated my magic most of my life, but now I really don't. Does that make sense?"
A sudden feeling in her gut kept her from talking further, a chill that ran up her spine several times, as if a switch had gone off in her head. "I think they found something." Her words just barely peaked above the creaking sounds of the wooden cart and noise of the road beneath them.
"Huh? They're here already!?" The old farmer squinted a distance ahead, three figures brazenly making their way towards the crew. "Ah, by the world's mana it is them again!" With a yank on the mule's stirrups, the farmer would bring the lot of them to a sudden halt, causing Ressona to bang the side of her head on one of the conveniently placed produce crates.
"H-hey! At least give us a warning next time!" While one hand rubbed her fresh injury, she used the other one to hoist herself to her feet.
"I swear I'm going to-" She never finished that sentence, the sight of the pike-men behind them catching her a bit by surprise!
"Wh-where did you?" The girl's grimoire would magically float to her side, its pages turning rapidly to the next spell that she had in mind! Yet, before she could mutter the first word of her spell, the magic knight that she had tagged along with here reminded her where her focus should have been!
"Right! On it!" Ressona would waste no time in vaulting over the carriage wall and dashing towards the front! She kept a hand on her cap, making sure that the wind wouldn't be able to claim it a she ran forward!
"Wood creation magic: Beckon thee forth Knights of the Round Table!" With the glow of her grimoire would pour forth thousands of tiny wooden parts, gears, armor, weapons, and mannequin body parts, each of them assembling into a trio of wooden knights! Sliding to a stop, Ressona would point forth with the end of her broom, commanding her golems so: "All of you, attack, give them everything you've got!"
With mechanical precision, her little dolls would charge forward, their weapons mindlessly raised to meet the incoming foe! With the natural mana connection she had with the scouts that she had already created she, too, would set them on the attack!
Off in the distance, one of the foward-ambush bandits would shout out to his compatriots: "From above! Watch out!" He raised his pike, but he wasn't sure how well he could deal with something so small.
"Hmph, good eye, Verne!" Their ringleader stepped forward, her arms, a demeanor carried the sense that she had been through something like this several times before. "Curry Catasrophe!" Two globules of that orange, spicy suace seemed to form from thin air at her side. Without even so much as a gesture, they raced off towards the incoming flying golems! While they would attempt to dodge, they would shatter on impact with the magically-propelled food! Alas, one of them was able to break through, bonking a poor pikeman on the head! With a swift pommel to the aerial screw, one of the swordsmen would easily dispatch the last of the 'Thieves'.
"Kehe! Lady doesn't know who we are!?" The last of them would hoist his sword to the side. He hated having to deal with uncooperative prey like this!
"Food magic: Noodle Knockout!" From the bandits grimoire would fly tangled ropes of soggy noodles, Attempting to smack Rosalia right in the head!
"We're the Culinary Crooks; the Voracious Vagabonds! We won't stop until we've stolen every kind of food there is to eat! Ain't that right Drol-" The remaining crook looked towards his felled companions. At least one of them looked like he had been give a serious blow to the shoulder! Would ever be able to use his arm again!?
"What the hell!?" Realizing his position, he would start to back up, moving his sword in front of himself.
"Oi, Jules do somethin'. We can't let this bitch beat us like this." The last of the back four had been keeping his pike raised, though his legs were practically trembling. This was supposed to be an easy mark! How the hell were they supposed to know that the farmer had hired magic knights of all people!?
"F-ff-f-f-or." the assumed Jules grit his teeth and shook his head. "FOR THE DEEP FRIED," With pike in hand and newfound resolve, he would run at Rosalia, slowly attempting to stab her, "TO-MA-TOOOOOOES!"
Rosalia paused when she was asked what her squad was like. She pulled her gaze away from the sky and slid it along the forest. The Black Bulls were…nontraditional. A squad of misfits. Charles was kind, but hella lazy. Crom was hot for his age and absolutely obsessed with combat (unfortunately currently 15 despite how attractive he was). Bruce was…cynical. A little laugh left her lips. She enjoyed them quite a bit. They were 1000% different from the Roses and it made her thank the gods she’d met the Black Bull’s Captain when he had been in Rague. A little fire played in her eyes as she recalled that evening.
Malcolm Watanabe was…not what she ever imagined a captain to be like. He was a drunk. A cocky bastard of a barbarian who knew his alcohol about as well as she knew her magical books. And she appreciated every single one of those qualities internally. Out loud she’d probably spend her whole day dissing him before she gave him a single compliment.
“Frankly. It’s a mess. But the beds are comfy, the alcohol’s good and the food rivals most common region restaurants.” The beauty would shrug, meeting Ressona’s gaze with her own. A smile was dancing on her lips as she spoke. “The Barbeque probably rivals the stuff the Nobles get at the Royal Capital.”
When her partner responded that she thought her magic was the same as all others Rosalia would cock an eyebrow. Magic was always different. Two magics were never the same. There were always quirks. Always feelings. The specializations were interesting and the utilization aspect always left for more to be learned. Magic was an infinite realm of possibilities and knowledge that the red-head had made it her mission to explore. Perhaps had her life turned out differently, she would’ve ended up in the Coral Peacocks, where new elements were discovered on the daily.
“It makes sense. I ran away from home too.” The woman would give an encouraging grin to the younger female. There was nothing wrong with taking your life in your own hands and picking your path without outwards interference. Her “brothers” were pieces of shit. “ I used to be able to use wind, but , well, I use Ice now. Kinda hated the change at first but…” She exhaled as she dropped the temperature around her body significantly, making her breath visible “It’s not so bad anymore.” The red-head liked most of the quirks that came with it.
When the battle hit, and the red-head had managed to narrow down her enemies from four to two rather quickly, managing to dodge down a spaghetti attack as they seemed to want to hype each other up. What fucking weirdos. Culinary Crooks? Rosalia raised an eyebrow at the one that was still talking. “Bitch” was one of the weakest insults she’d heard in a while. It still made the temperature around her drop even further, as the grass underneath her turned icy. Were these people serious? They really were still willing to challenge the Black Bull member to a fight? A little cold flame danced in her ruby hues and for a split second she really wished she could take out all of her anger on these petty thieves. She had a lot of it.
As the man with the spike moved to strike at her, she’d parry the attack with ease before knocking him out with the back side of her spear upside the head. With the way he was shaking, he didn’t deserve her anger. He deserved her pity. For fuck’s sake, these people were stealing the tomatoes off of an old man. How poor could they be?
As her last enemy moved back, moving his sword in front of himself defensively, Rosalia’s attention turned back over to him. Her icy gaze swept over his form and she tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
She moved over to him slowly, knocking his sword away with her spear, before tripping him and impaling her spear in the ground right next to his face.
“Right, first of all, buddy,” She leaned on her knee as she spoke, looking down at him, “What the fuck are you stealing tomatoes for? To make a good deep-fried meal?” The red-head shook her head. She’d seen many idiots in her 22 years of life. Too many to count, but these guys were next level. She wasn’t quite aware of the situation, but she really didn’t have the time for it.
“Look,” the beauty reached back down into her tight back pocket and pulled out about 100 yul. “Have this.” She dropped the money next to the man’s head. “Should be enough to actually buy food, and seeds, in case you wanna grow your own tomatoes.” Her gaze turned icy at her next words “And I fucking recommend I never hear of this again.”
Lifting her spear, she proceeded to slam it down into the side of his head, hard enough to knock him out. Her enemies would all end up with horrible headaches.
Rosalia turned back to check on Ressona, had she been done with her set of enemies, she was ready to get on the back of the cart and finish the job.
WC:881 TWC:2810 Recap: Rosa defeated the rest of her allotted 4 enemies and is ready to get back to town whenever Ressona is ready, trusting her to be alright on her own.
Post by Ressona Carpenter on May 3, 2020 22:52:59 GMT -5
Ressona furrowed her brow and squinted at the woman at the mention of having some 'other magic' 'before.' From what Ressona knew, nothing like that just happened, or at least she had never heard of it, not even in the bed-time stories that her parents used to tell her or the odd rumors that spread throughout her home-town. Was the magic knight hiding something? Was she pulling her leg? Alas, she would never get to know, the information from her scouts rushing into her head in just that moment.
Ressona grit her teeth as she felt the stream of mana cut off from the last of her scouts! Poor Marcus always managed to last a bit longer than the rest of them! His sacricfice would not be in vain! She continued to run forward, her knightly constructs rushing ahead fleet of foot! Just as the bandits were starting to recover, the trio of wooden warriors would crash into them like a resounding wave, the first managing to land a powerful mallet swing on the poor sap that had managed to get bonked in the head not seconds before, sending him to the ground cold!
"Hoho! I can catch them in a pickle while they're distracted!" A sneak attack in plain sight! How devious! "Hundred thieves! Gettem!" Her spell would waste no time, the three scout golems once more pouring from her grimoire! Their speed would allow them to quickly catch up with their knightly counterparts!
The remaining three weren't as dumb as they looked, the ringleader and the swordsman were quick to back behind Verne, their last pikeman. A smart move, no doubt if there had been more feet on the ground and their enemies flesh-and-blood humans. Another one of the throw itself into the reach of the lengthy spear, using its own polearm to snap the pike in half!
Charging in, the other two knight golems would each land a heavy-hitting blow, once on the unnamed swordsman and once on their ringleader!. The ringleader leapt back, firing another curry shot through one of the knightly golems, but these ones were of tougher stuff, not daring to go down so easily! The third of them would finally break through Verne's defense, landing a solid blow to the side of his torso!
"Stay low, don't let them see you yet..." Ressona held out her hand, focusing on the lighter golems that were currently zooming towards the bandits! Her hope was that the larger knights would keep the lot of them distracted for long enough that the smaller thieves could throw themselves against the enemy like they were tiny self-propelled darts!
"Now... and up." As if attached by some kind of ethereal string, all three of her scouts would rise, weaving through the shoulders of their knightly counterparts, and slamming each of the remaining bandits right in the head, knocking them out cold! It took Ressona a few moments to realize that the scuffle was already done. Her golems stood still as statues as they waited for their next commands, but Ressona would never give them. Grabbing her grimoire and hosting it back in her satchel, Ressona would dismiss them all at once, they would fade away as if they had never existed at all.
Without much fanfare, Ressona, too, would hop back on the cart.
Rosalia watched Ressona fight curiously. Yuurei and Zaven could both use Golems to fight, and even Silas had the ability to summon ones that could carry them to the top of the Hollow Nest These ones, however, were particularly small. She’d even say they had a cuteness to them whereas her friends’ spells had the ability to make her feel fear on occasion. The little tree knight, on the other hand, put a little smile on the red-head’s face as she watched them dispatch the enemies with amusement twinkling in her ruby eyes. Once Ressona climbed onto the back of the cart with her, she’d turn to look at the old man, who was shaking his head at the sudden fight that broke out. His tomatoes were safe and sound, but he had taken on a little bit of fright.
“That scared the bejeezus out of me.” He commented as he put down the random stick he seemed to have picked up to ward off the bandits on his own, if he had to. That imagery made the Black Bull member giggle. Wow, what a committed farmer. Shaking in his boots but didn’t run away from a fight. The world needed more people like him. Her cold ruby eyes warmed up as she leaned against the side of the cart and gave him and Ressona a wink.
“No need to worry. If they ever appear to bother you again, just send another request over to the Bulls.” The red-head smiled sweetly while adding “and I’ll make sure to throw them in jail next time” mentally. A few weeks at the Crimson Lion’s prison would do them well. No one should really strive to get locked up in there. The place, from what she heard, was a complete hellhole. And their guards were tough as nails. A little shiver ran down Rosalia’s spine as she thought to how disciplined the Lions were. She’d never survive a day in that squad.
“That wasn’t too horrible.” She’d shrug and smile over at the brown-haired girl across from her. Ressona had held her own with her adorable tree knights. Her magical control and mana use had been decent enough to maintain golems for a while, and the witch thought that she had potential. She was also interesting to boot. “You’re fun to watch fight.” Rosalia complemented, a bashful grin on her lips as the cart continued moving. She could see the gates of Sosshi out of the corner of her eye.
“Maybe I’ll see you around more, if you’re planning on taking more odd jobs on.” The witch glanced over at the plump red tomatoes and then back at the contrasting blue sky. It was still too early for her to go and get drunk. Maybe she’d stop by the book store and see if they had any more interesting books on magic. There was that one kid that had sparked her interest in Trap Magic back in Rague, so she wanted to research it.
The cart came to a halt at the center of the town square making the red-head grab a hold of the edge so she doesn’t fall off. She shot one last smile at Ressona, and after retaining her balance, stepped down from the cart. “Have a nice day darling.” One of her hands moved back to undo her high ponytail, letting her crimson hair fall down over her shoulders. This was a job well done. She’d wave at the farmer and head over to the bookstore.
Post by Ressona Carpenter on May 8, 2020 21:53:17 GMT -5
"Heh, I'll keep an eye out too." She spoke without really thinking, suddenly realizing that she wouldn't be in the same area in the first place. "Oh, wait." Ressona blushed a bit in embarrassment. "You really think they'll try again? I think could hear that guy yelling all the way up front." Ressona commented, smiling towards Rosalia. She wasn't about to question the process of a magic knight, but she couldn't help but think it would have been a better idea to just take them in now and get it over with. Regardless, she tried to lean her broom against the wall of the cart, but the bumpiness of the road would prove too great an obstacle, and once more she had to carry the cleaning implement in her lap.
"Mmm... I guess not?" The headache that was splitting through her head told Ressona otherwise, keeping up with all those golems in the middle of a fight was really straining work! Maybe there was a trick to it that she hadn't learned yet? "I feel pretty tired after that, though." On cue, the girl started to massage the backs of her calves, the thought of somehow giving herself shin splints because of improper running form annoyed her more than a bit, and it wouldn't have been the first time, either!
Ressona blushed again at the knight's compliment. It had been the first time in a while someone said something nice about something other than her handiwork! It felt... good! She moved a tussle of hair behind her ear while peaking glances towards the more experienced mage. "It uhm. It was nothing, really. If I had done a few things different... I'm sure you were more amazing than me! I don't know what I would have done if I had taken the job alone and!-" The girl cut herself off. She didn't remember when she had started getting into the habit of deflecting other people's compliments. She just felt like nothing she did was ever worthy of that kind of praise, perhaps, but still she sighed. It had been getting easier to catch herself in the act! "S-sorry. Thanks."
The girl clasped her hands together and began to roll her thumbs over each other. Her head perked up at the mention of more odd jobs. "Oh, yeah... about that." Ressona would move to rub the back of her head. "I heard the magic knight exams were happening soon, yeah?" Her other hand moved next to her face as if she was trying to shrug with a single arm. "Depending on how things go we might be seeing each other a lot more often, maybe? Hahaha."
She felt an odd tugging sensation in her stomach when the lot of them had finally arrived, an odd sense of kindled acquaintance, perhaps. A foolish notion, she was sure. She definitely just liked it when the woman saw more to her magic than as a tool to run her family's business. Of course, there was no way for the magic knight to know the way she felt, but Ressona would let the departure hang between them for a few moments before she said anything in return.
"Uh, yeah. Bye. Later? I don't know. Nice to meet you... Rose?" Already forgetting this woman's name! What an amazing first impression. She wished she could feel the mental hand slapping her self-imagined face. Who the heck forgot the name of someone they just met like that!? Her, it was her of all people!
"Uhhuhuh! Rosalie? No, errr..." The girl clenched her teeth and scratched the top of her hat trying to remember the name! "Oh, wait!" Ressona snapped her finger as the name finally clicked into her brain! "Nice to meet you, Miss Rosalia." The girl would wave back, not realizing that the wave was not intended for her, and watched the magic knight leave in the distance. Over the next hour or so, Ressona would help unload all of the tomatoes, with the help of her golems of course, as a supposed means of recompense!
