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melodiesoflife2016-10-13 04:39 pm
rialynn) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-10-13 04:39 pm
Triple Threat
WHO: Rialynn Kollmann, OPEN
WHAT: A bard's work is never done. There are dances to customize, a new house to move into, and the scariest holiday ever to completely avoid holy shit ghosts are scary you guys.
WHEN: October 1st - 18th (pick a day!)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
1. Moving Into House A-12
One might think that a bard who regularly went on long journeys and frequently suffered from wanderlust wouldn't really have much in the way of belongings to move from one place ot another.
One would be wrong.
Sure, her room had been sparse as far as personal decor went, when she first got dropped into this world. It had been a long time since Rialynn really had a permanent place to call her own. But once she realized that she could store things here...souvenirs, books, and so many instruments, her bedroom quickly became stuffed with papers, notes, and plenty of things she didn't necessarily need but dearly loved anyway.
Back and forth she led her horse, laden with bulging saddlebags that contained her clothes and books, from her old house to her new one. She'd promised that she would try not to be messy, but she did sheepishly admit that she sometimes got carried away with her projects and forgot. K'pandolu was therefore granted full rights to nag and yell as she deemed fit if Rialynn's messes started to spill out of her room.
Every time she passed the music store, her head craned around and she stared longingly at the piano in the window that she could never save up enough money to afford.
"Someday, she whispered, brushing her fingertips on the glass as she passed. (Unaware of the shopkeep SIGHING as he came out to wash off her prints yet again.)
Keeping her long auburn hair pinned up, she worked endlessly to transport her belongings, making multiple trips back and forth.
"Hey!" she shouted as she backed into the house, very carefully dragging a cloth-wrapped cello with her, "do you want to get take out after I finish up and take a shower?" No one needed a smelly bard to share a meal.
* * * * *
2. Dance! - In the Training Hall
It took a while for her suggestion to get at least one of the rooms outfitted with mirrors, so solo trainees could study their form and ensure that they were moving in the right way. But she'd made the request not to study her fighting, but her dancing. When she wasn't getting kidnapped into a forced marriage or trading secrets with Ramza's sister, Rialynn had come across quite a few worlds with very different styles of music and dancing. One of them she'd thought to be very similar to her friend Zack's world, given how they looked and dressed, and it might even have been his world. A pity he'd gone into crystal stasis, really, there was still so much they could have learned from each other.
For now, she just had to practice the steps and moves she'd picked up from watching others. They probably thought it was weird having the bandanna-clad girl stare at them so intently, but so what? It wasn't as if she would see them again, and she liked their style very much. It was worth it.
Dancing was a lot harder to do without the right music to accompany her. She had to dance in silence in the small practice room, her leather vest cast aside and blouse untucked, since she'd liked how the tails of the long shirt flowed when her dance subjects demonstrated their skill and talent.
Her movements were sharper, fluid but jerky at the same time as she flowed from pose to pose. Occasionally her eyes flicked up to the mirror to see if it looked as smooth as it felt. Sometimes she stumbled over her feet. Sometimes she just couldn't quite get her shoulder and leg to move into different positions, and she'd drop everything to throw her head back and groan a long, long sigh of frustration.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the music, tapping her foot to a silent rhythm in her head. Maybe a different dance...a different melody...a different style, just to give her a new challenge. Dancing didn't come as easily to her as singing did, it took a lot more practice. The Dancer job did make it easier, but...
She heard the beat.
Her shoulders twitched, hitching and falling alternatively before her head lolled to the side, her body falling into a spin. She opened her eyes and focused on her face in the mirror, arms rising as she slid to the side with a smooth roll of her hips. Another spin. Another spin. On the third revolution she jumped, kicking up one leg high as she came around and dropped to complete another spin upon her knees.
* * * * *
3. This is Hallo-NOPE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE - Around Town
No one else would have shrieked and dropped all their eggs on the ground at the ugly plastic Frankenstein display in the grocery store, but those people were not Rialynn. She slapped a hand against her pounding heart in her chest, releasing a shaky breath, then asking the grocery clerk (very red-faced) for a cloth so she could clean up the spill.
Why would people put all of these horrible things around? She'd nearly cried when she saw someone's plastic skeleton hanging from its spindly throat in a nearby tree, thinking that someone had been so cruel as to murder someone and strip their flesh before leaving the skeleton as a ghastly threat against the people who lived there.
This was not a good holiday for her.
Rialynn tried to have her chores finished by daylight, raking in leaves and buying groceries and feeding her not-at-all-fat horse. If by some misfortune she did wind up staying out after dark, she didn't just walk home. She bolted as if her life depended on it. The sooner the snow and winter holidays came, the better. She wasn't sure she could take much more of seeing demons and vampires and werewolves and mummies and evil spirits, every day, around every corner. It was just too much, especially knowing that those things really did exist in this world.
If you're unfortunate enough to startle Rialynn during this time, she apologizes profusely for throwing whatever she had in her hands straight at your head.
WHAT: A bard's work is never done. There are dances to customize, a new house to move into, and the scariest holiday ever to completely avoid holy shit ghosts are scary you guys.
WHEN: October 1st - 18th (pick a day!)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
1. Moving Into House A-12
One might think that a bard who regularly went on long journeys and frequently suffered from wanderlust wouldn't really have much in the way of belongings to move from one place ot another.
One would be wrong.
Sure, her room had been sparse as far as personal decor went, when she first got dropped into this world. It had been a long time since Rialynn really had a permanent place to call her own. But once she realized that she could store things here...souvenirs, books, and so many instruments, her bedroom quickly became stuffed with papers, notes, and plenty of things she didn't necessarily need but dearly loved anyway.
Back and forth she led her horse, laden with bulging saddlebags that contained her clothes and books, from her old house to her new one. She'd promised that she would try not to be messy, but she did sheepishly admit that she sometimes got carried away with her projects and forgot. K'pandolu was therefore granted full rights to nag and yell as she deemed fit if Rialynn's messes started to spill out of her room.
Every time she passed the music store, her head craned around and she stared longingly at the piano in the window that she could never save up enough money to afford.
"Someday, she whispered, brushing her fingertips on the glass as she passed. (Unaware of the shopkeep SIGHING as he came out to wash off her prints yet again.)
Keeping her long auburn hair pinned up, she worked endlessly to transport her belongings, making multiple trips back and forth.
"Hey!" she shouted as she backed into the house, very carefully dragging a cloth-wrapped cello with her, "do you want to get take out after I finish up and take a shower?" No one needed a smelly bard to share a meal.
* * * * *
2. Dance! - In the Training Hall
It took a while for her suggestion to get at least one of the rooms outfitted with mirrors, so solo trainees could study their form and ensure that they were moving in the right way. But she'd made the request not to study her fighting, but her dancing. When she wasn't getting kidnapped into a forced marriage or trading secrets with Ramza's sister, Rialynn had come across quite a few worlds with very different styles of music and dancing. One of them she'd thought to be very similar to her friend Zack's world, given how they looked and dressed, and it might even have been his world. A pity he'd gone into crystal stasis, really, there was still so much they could have learned from each other.
For now, she just had to practice the steps and moves she'd picked up from watching others. They probably thought it was weird having the bandanna-clad girl stare at them so intently, but so what? It wasn't as if she would see them again, and she liked their style very much. It was worth it.
Dancing was a lot harder to do without the right music to accompany her. She had to dance in silence in the small practice room, her leather vest cast aside and blouse untucked, since she'd liked how the tails of the long shirt flowed when her dance subjects demonstrated their skill and talent.
Her movements were sharper, fluid but jerky at the same time as she flowed from pose to pose. Occasionally her eyes flicked up to the mirror to see if it looked as smooth as it felt. Sometimes she stumbled over her feet. Sometimes she just couldn't quite get her shoulder and leg to move into different positions, and she'd drop everything to throw her head back and groan a long, long sigh of frustration.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the music, tapping her foot to a silent rhythm in her head. Maybe a different dance...a different melody...a different style, just to give her a new challenge. Dancing didn't come as easily to her as singing did, it took a lot more practice. The Dancer job did make it easier, but...
She heard the beat.
Her shoulders twitched, hitching and falling alternatively before her head lolled to the side, her body falling into a spin. She opened her eyes and focused on her face in the mirror, arms rising as she slid to the side with a smooth roll of her hips. Another spin. Another spin. On the third revolution she jumped, kicking up one leg high as she came around and dropped to complete another spin upon her knees.
* * * * *
3. This is Hallo-NOPE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE - Around Town
No one else would have shrieked and dropped all their eggs on the ground at the ugly plastic Frankenstein display in the grocery store, but those people were not Rialynn. She slapped a hand against her pounding heart in her chest, releasing a shaky breath, then asking the grocery clerk (very red-faced) for a cloth so she could clean up the spill.
Why would people put all of these horrible things around? She'd nearly cried when she saw someone's plastic skeleton hanging from its spindly throat in a nearby tree, thinking that someone had been so cruel as to murder someone and strip their flesh before leaving the skeleton as a ghastly threat against the people who lived there.
This was not a good holiday for her.
Rialynn tried to have her chores finished by daylight, raking in leaves and buying groceries and feeding her not-at-all-fat horse. If by some misfortune she did wind up staying out after dark, she didn't just walk home. She bolted as if her life depended on it. The sooner the snow and winter holidays came, the better. She wasn't sure she could take much more of seeing demons and vampires and werewolves and mummies and evil spirits, every day, around every corner. It was just too much, especially knowing that those things really did exist in this world.
If you're unfortunate enough to startle Rialynn during this time, she apologizes profusely for throwing whatever she had in her hands straight at your head.
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"You shouldn't be alone either. We have a couch if you need to crash. And I salt the windows to keep evil spirits out, so...well, I mean, it's not the most comfortable sitaution and I know you'd probably object to rooming with two women, but it's there. If you need it. You might."
She didn't bother mentioning the horseshoe over the door. If the blacksmith was that confused when she'd tried to explain what she wanted, Ramza wouldn't understand it any better since his world didn't have horses either.
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"I doubt I will be alone for long. Biggs and Wedge will assign a new Hero when they appear again." It had happened for all his other roommates. There was no reason to think he would be on his own for any length of time.
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Rialynn dropped her hand back to her side with a sheepish chuckle, rubbing at her forehead. "I guess if you really want to stick with me, I don't mind. We can watch out for each other that way, can't we? And I'll probably need your help with some job-related stuff I'll be working on soon, since I asked to be a Blue Mage. I'll be going up against some pretty tough monsters if I want to get the best skills. So if it doesn't interfere with your duties too much, well...I don't know, I think it'd be more fun and a lot safer with some people I trust to go with me."
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"I can help you when you go up against your monsters. We will need a healer, at least. The world outside of the city is more dangerous than it was, and we cannot afford to take the sort of risks we did before."
All the Heroes had been reckless, back when they turned to crystal when they fell in battle.
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But right. Monsters. "I'd appreciate that. Eventually I do plan on picking up the White Mage job." She couldn't narrate someone back to life the way she had with Ramza on a regular basis, since that would require putting her close to death herself. It wasn't the best action plan in the world. "I just wanted to finish the Dancer's job first."
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He had probably made her uncomfortable. He smiled at her, to dispel the gloomy mood in the room. "Um...what job do you plan to pair with it?"
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Rialynn darted off for her room. It wasn't long before there was a series of rustling papers, the clap of books, one mild crash, and then more paper rustling. Finally she emerged with a little book, her thumb pushed between the pages where she'd written several notes (and a few random doodles). 'White Mage' was written and circled, as was 'Blue Mage,' 'Gunner,' and 'Pirate.'
"I was hoping to keep White Mage permanently equipped, but I know I can use the really good spells along with other things if I can max out nine jobs, so...it's hard to know if I should just focus on one other job at a time while keeping White Mage at the ready, or try to get everything as soon as I can so I can work more with the Onion Knight job. That one appeals to me a lot -- I feel a lot better about my skills if I can still use a rapier, and you know...you can equip just about any weapon with an Onion Knight after a certain point."
She put the book on the table, moving aside so Ramza could get a good look at it too. "It's the last two jobs I'm having a hard time choosing. I sort of wanted to go for Gambler and Merchant just because they're not jobs you see too often, and I guess they lead to an advanced job too. But it's not one I can really see myself using, on account of how it seems to be suited for fighting other Heroes."
Lifting her head, she examined Ramza curiously for a moment. She knew he preferred being a Freelancer, but she hadn't really asked why. Maybe it had to do with the same reservations she'd had, before finally giving in and taking up the Bard job from Cid. "Hey," she said after a moment of thought. "You've never taken any Jobs upon coming here, right? Why is that?"
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"I think it is important to work to your strengths. If Gambler or Merchant do not suit you, it seems you should focus on the jobs that do."
He pointed to the circled jobs. "Gunner with White Mage would help you keep your distance, so that the lack of physical strength would not put you at a disadvantage. And most mage classes pair well together."
He handed the list back to Rialynn. He could only make suggestions. What she chose was up to her.
"I took the Santa job when I went to the Empire...but yes, it is true that for the most part, I have not used jobs. I wanted to rely on my own power...and in my world, crystals that grant the bearer extraordinary powers draw them from...other sources. The dead...or from demons."
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She straightened when he gave her notes back to her, nodding once. Maybe she'd scrap the gambler and merchant jobs after all, or at least save them for last to focus on the others, just in case something more interesting and useful came up. She liked the Sky Pirate job since it had the possibility of granting her a personal airship. What could be more useful than that?
Of course, remembering about his past from the file he'd let her read also reminded her of the Lucavi, and what happened to people's souls if they could not be revived from their mortal injuries in time. "Oh...oh that's...that makes sense," she said, swallowing quickly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking about that." And here she was, charging around the house acting all excited about it. What a dunce! "Well, for what it's worth, I think your own power is pretty great."
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He did not mind that Rialynn was enthusiastic about her jobs. "I do not begrudge anyone else the use of their job powers. It is just...not the path I chose. That is all."
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Ah, who was she kidding? Who in the world would want to bully Ramza of all people, especially over something like that? She didn't need to worry so much.
"Well...maybe you can help me pick out the last two, if Gambler and Merchant turn out to be not-so-great. Something that would be useful to you if we wind up in a battle together."
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"For you, perhaps Scholar or Dragoon? A Scholar understands the stories behind what the rest of us know, and gain the ability to translate texts. It could compliment your bardic skills. And a Dragoon is fast and agile, and they attack while offering the enemy little chance to fight back. If you have a head for heights, it could serve you well."
In the end, no one but Rialynn could decide what would be best for her, but at least she would know more of her options.
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"Dragoon..." She said the word as if tasting it for the first time. It was hard to imagine herself decked out in that magnificent armor, standing tall and proud with a spear in her hand. But there was definitely a certain appeal too. "Heights were never a problem. I think airships are pretty exciting!"
Ah, but that was... She shook her head with a quiet grin. She was probably talking about herself too much as it stood.
"Maybe I'll be a blacksmith too. If you're going to fight with a sword, maybe I can make you something great." Of course, she didn't know he already had Excalibur. Swords didn't get more great than that.