[Myste Aure: Magitek Knight Guild] His first stop was no surprise. He'd set his alarm for this-- well, okay, he had Mocha wake him up for this-- And if he wasn't first in line then he at least entered the guild hall at a sprint, in rapt fascination with every single piece of hardware he stumbled across. By the time he's got a Gunblade in hand, it's familiar enough in technique to practically be second nature.
And, hey, these things shoot lightning! Real lightning!! There wasn't any question to begin with, but it was set in stone even moreso in a matter of minutes. He could almost smell the warm metal and hint of ozone from his very own Magitek machine. There was just one teeny tiny obstacle to overcome first.
It turns out they didn't have armor that could accomodate his tail.
Which may have explained why someone like him would be grumbling on the sidelines during a training exercise, wearing impressively-ordained Magitek armor from the waist up and from the knees down but only a set of plain white boxers where the groin and thigh protection needed to be. Watching the goingson with a deadpan glare and a crackling bone between his teeth.
That metalworker had better finish up soon. He really, really wanted to shoot something right now.
[Von Oktavia: Paladin Guild] ...Paladins.
Okay, so it wasn't quite what he'd remembered of them. Guardians, yes, and certainly adept with magic. And there was that distinctly stuck-up, inscrutable air about them just the same. But... this time-- even with the absence of the more familiar feline form-- there was a whole army of them. Regimented. Strong. Numerous.
Maybe the ones from his world once looked like this, too.
Red had to take a peek inside, if only to satisfy those lingering threads of curiosity that kept catching on the corners of his mind. He almost felt like he had to do this... that he owed it. It wasn't a feeling he was used to having. They were well-trained, well-coordinated, rigid, and in so many ways rather unlike his own style.
And by the time he was back outside, A Paladin's proper Asterisk in hand, he was peering at it like he expected to find the answer as to why.
[Hisan: Gourmand Buffet] The ruckus and shouting was easily audible even from outside... though perhaps it wouldn't be quite so simple to parse out what was actually happening from it all.
"C'mon! You can't tell me you're planning on eating ALL of this by yourselves?!"
"Nuö! NUÖ! Yuou öunly get fuød iff-a yuou're a guöurmuønd!!"
"...Wha?? I don't-- HEY!! That's MY sandwich! Get your--"
"Døg in zee-a keetcheen!! DØG IN ZEE-A KEETCHEEN!!"
CRASH. Clatter, a tumble, followed by the sounds of rapid footsteps.
"YOW! My tail-- whoa, alright, alright! I'm goin', I'm--"
Before long, the doors were nearly kicked open clear off their hinges. A canine form was heaved into the street, a richly-stacked sandwich in-hand spitting half of its ingredients across the ground as Red slowly came to a weary, tumbling stop. By the time he'd managed to actually get his bearing and sit back up, the world still felt like it was in tilt-and-tumble. Those Gourmands weren't your ordinary chefs, that was for sure.
Red Savarin | OTA
His first stop was no surprise. He'd set his alarm for this-- well, okay, he had Mocha wake him up for this-- And if he wasn't first in line then he at least entered the guild hall at a sprint, in rapt fascination with every single piece of hardware he stumbled across. By the time he's got a Gunblade in hand, it's familiar enough in technique to practically be second nature.
And, hey, these things shoot lightning! Real lightning!! There wasn't any question to begin with, but it was set in stone even moreso in a matter of minutes. He could almost smell the warm metal and hint of ozone from his very own Magitek machine. There was just one teeny tiny obstacle to overcome first.
It turns out they didn't have armor that could accomodate his tail.
Which may have explained why someone like him would be grumbling on the sidelines during a training exercise, wearing impressively-ordained Magitek armor from the waist up and from the knees down but only a set of plain white boxers where the groin and thigh protection needed to be. Watching the goingson with a deadpan glare and a crackling bone between his teeth.
That metalworker had better finish up soon. He really, really wanted to shoot something right now.
[Von Oktavia: Paladin Guild]
...Paladins.
Okay, so it wasn't quite what he'd remembered of them. Guardians, yes, and certainly adept with magic. And there was that distinctly stuck-up, inscrutable air about them just the same. But... this time-- even with the absence of the more familiar feline form-- there was a whole army of them. Regimented. Strong. Numerous.
Maybe the ones from his world once looked like this, too.
Red had to take a peek inside, if only to satisfy those lingering threads of curiosity that kept catching on the corners of his mind. He almost felt like he had to do this... that he owed it. It wasn't a feeling he was used to having. They were well-trained, well-coordinated, rigid, and in so many ways rather unlike his own style.
And by the time he was back outside, A Paladin's proper Asterisk in hand, he was peering at it like he expected to find the answer as to why.
[Hisan: Gourmand Buffet]
The ruckus and shouting was easily audible even from outside... though perhaps it wouldn't be quite so simple to parse out what was actually happening from it all.
"C'mon! You can't tell me you're planning on eating ALL of this by yourselves?!"
"Nuö! NUÖ! Yuou öunly get fuød iff-a yuou're a guöurmuønd!!"
"...Wha?? I don't-- HEY!! That's MY sandwich! Get your--"
"Døg in zee-a keetcheen!! DØG IN ZEE-A KEETCHEEN!!"
CRASH. Clatter, a tumble, followed by the sounds of rapid footsteps.
"YOW! My tail-- whoa, alright, alright! I'm goin', I'm--"
Before long, the doors were nearly kicked open clear off their hinges. A canine form was heaved into the street, a richly-stacked sandwich in-hand spitting half of its ingredients across the ground as Red slowly came to a weary, tumbling stop. By the time he'd managed to actually get his bearing and sit back up, the world still felt like it was in tilt-and-tumble. Those Gourmands weren't your ordinary chefs, that was for sure.
"...I didn't get a WORD of that."