Jul 4, 2017 17:02:25 GMT -5
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Post by mustang on Jul 4, 2017 17:02:25 GMT -5
killing the knight
feeling the vibe, give me the knife
It didn't seem like such a bad idea to help out. The idea that maybe it was just be as simple as a fetch quest was a lie. Mustang's generosity was being exploited heavily at this point, but even as he built up a sweat just trying to organize the mass of books, he felt empathy. The distinction between a programmed robotic NPC and person were blurred after enough time in game. The witch, Margaret, pleaded for help as soon as he entered the door.
Curse his exploring, his hands roughly patting a stack of notes into a more neat stack to place next to the books. "So is there any way that these should like organised? By lik-" He was ask with a curious brow raised as he looked up to the proprietor. Only to be cut off by a petite dark red headed girl stepping down from a spiral staircase, Margaret looking rather frazzled and anxious. "Oh it's fine just-" Only to be shortly cut off by a muffled bang from the second floor, followed by a cat's cry. "Willy?!" Margaret craned her head back towards the direction of the stairs. Worry in her eyes she looked back to Mustang and waved a hand. "Just give me a second I'll be right back!" Before the small witch darted back up stairs to investigate the commotion.
The claymore took a small sigh as he ruffled the back of his head. Glancing around the main shop area, still heavily in disarray. Seeming no real progress made for the past hour that had been made. Curiously Mustang took a glance through one of the open books laid out on the table. His eyes mindlessly checking over words before hearing the bell, a sign that someone had entered Margaret's establishment.
Curse his exploring, his hands roughly patting a stack of notes into a more neat stack to place next to the books. "So is there any way that these should like organised? By lik-" He was ask with a curious brow raised as he looked up to the proprietor. Only to be cut off by a petite dark red headed girl stepping down from a spiral staircase, Margaret looking rather frazzled and anxious. "Oh it's fine just-" Only to be shortly cut off by a muffled bang from the second floor, followed by a cat's cry. "Willy?!" Margaret craned her head back towards the direction of the stairs. Worry in her eyes she looked back to Mustang and waved a hand. "Just give me a second I'll be right back!" Before the small witch darted back up stairs to investigate the commotion.
The claymore took a small sigh as he ruffled the back of his head. Glancing around the main shop area, still heavily in disarray. Seeming no real progress made for the past hour that had been made. Curiously Mustang took a glance through one of the open books laid out on the table. His eyes mindlessly checking over words before hearing the bell, a sign that someone had entered Margaret's establishment.
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PYXIS ★
today felt too chaotic. maya had been out since she left their little, make-shift home; knowing that with each passing hour gone would only worsen cecil's worry. however, she wanted to take her freedom in stride, agreeing to stay within the safety of towns in order to persuade the other. in the end she had won like always, swallowing her guilt with every quest she accepted. finding the small shop that would hold her next adventure had become more difficult than maya had once expected. she hadn’t gotten the chance to map the entirety of the town in her head yet, nor fully remember where things were that she’d been to in the past.
