Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Aug 31, 2016 22:02:33 GMT -6
"It's really quite unfortunate," Getz muttered to himself, pacing the aisles of the old, mildew-scented bookstore he had found himself in. "that none of these new tomes can even slightly match up to the majesty that is the older texts." The holy man sighed to himself and traced his finger across the many shelves, occasionally removing a book and thumbing through it before shaking his head and replacing it. The soles of his loafers scraped the floor noisily in the silent shop, empty save for the bored clerk. Getz sighed and crossed his arms, slowly making his way out of the store. "Not a single one. Where can a man find some aged holy texts around here?" He opened the door and stepped out onto the noisy street, quickly producing a favorite novel of his and sitting down to the side of the street, leaning up against a cold, cobblestone wall, bunching up his cloak and setting it in his lap. Getz exhaled noisily and cracked open the book, several people coming by and dropping change by him before he hastily declined and refunded them.
Getz quite enjoyed the atmosphere of the city; there was a constant air of life and bustle surrounding it, especially considering the recent rebellion. He loved watching the different, quirky people pass him, all living their different lives, existing inside of their own small world that was more important than anything else. There were a few that disappointed him, however; there was no question about that. The pickpockets, muggers, dancers- all people who were providing for themselves, but in the entirely wrong way. Getz took solace in the fact that he knew that he was better than most of these hapless men and women, before harshly reprimanding himself for his own ego. He forced thoughts of kindness and generosity into his head before turning his head back down and burying himself back in his text.
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Post by Mila on Sept 1, 2016 6:03:26 GMT -6
Bern.
Once again Mila found herself in the land of wyverns and mountains. Once again she was here on a job involving monsters and people. Gargoyles, just like before. She sighed. The sage had hoped to visit Bern on something else rather then work. She would have loved to have seen some of their libraries or tour a wyvern ranch. Heck, she could have even assisted in rebuilding the country after the war with Ilia. But, duty called and she needed to be focused. Fortunately the goyles as they were nicknamed were not here. As a matter of fact it seems that their sightings were further north and deeper into the mountains. Great. Just great. I sure like climbing monster infested moutnains. The sarcastic voice in her head commented. She stopped for a moment to think. Well since there were no monsters here or anywhere near here she could do what she wanted. Libraries in Bern were few and far between. Some were raized during the war and others were no more then glorified record rooms. Mila did not want to spend her time reading about which farm produced the biggest what in which decade. Or which family had been here the longest for what reason.
She needed to read more about the area. About the local fauna and what mountains were used for mining. And how wyverns behave and adapted towards the cold mountain tops. She needed to research mountain climbing and how-to survive being on one. As much as she didn't want to do it she had to do it. Those monsters weren't going to exterminate themselves. If anything the goyles would spend the springs breeding and causing mayhem to the locals. She pouted. The sage looked around through the crowds hoping to find someone who had a shred of book knowledge among them. She didn't see anyone particularly scholarly among the crowds. Just your standard everyday village people with the occasional riff raff. Mila was street smart enough to keep a hand on her bag at all times and her coin purse was tucked safely in the space between her chest and leather guard. She'd like to see a thief try and reach in there without her knowledge. Her eyes eventually found a lone light haired man reading a book. She approached him.
"Excuse me, do you know if this city has a library?"
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Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Sept 1, 2016 17:55:17 GMT -6
Getz was silent for a few moments, thinking the request was meant for someone else. After a short while, however, Getz felt a pair of eyes burning into the top of his head, and he looked up, a pleasant smile across his lips. "Why, of course, young lady. I am one of the most avid readers you will find in this entire city," Getz spoke in a quiet, level tone. He closed the book and stood, unraveling his cloak and allowing it to fall behind him. He opened his robe momentarily and put the book in a large pocket before bowing his head to the young lady. "What you will need to do is head eastwards for around 300 feet, then make a left at the crossroads. Once you come across the bridge, you make a left and stay. Or was it a right, then another left at the carriage rentals...?" After a few more agonizing minutes of mixing up his words and directions, Getz threw his hands up in frustration and groaned loudly, dropping his arms and crossing them. A slightly miffed expression now pervaded his normally friendly face. "How about I just lead you there? I'm not very proficient in directions, you see."
Getz leaned up against the wall and mumbled to himself incessantly. Why did he always have to betray his 'mature and wise' facade? It was especially insufferable when meeting new people. Always letting his emotions creep into his voice, getting frustrated at nothing. At least she hadn't mentioned how he looked old; that was a complicated set of circumstances avoided.
He took a moment to analyze the girl while she formulated a response. She was quite short, that much was immediately apparent, but her lack of height was made up for by her immaculately styled hair and her fair features. He found blue to be a very unorthodox color for hair to be, but he quickly scolded himself for throwing stones while standing in a glass house. Getz found the oversized green cloak adorning Mila's body to be a rather interesting choice of garb inside of a large city such as this, but he didn't comment on it. "By the way, miss, what is your name?"
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Post by Mila on Sept 4, 2016 10:01:53 GMT -6
Oh good! There is a proper library in this town. She was happy to hear this. She smiled softly at the good sir. White hair wasn't rare for her to see. She had met a myriad of people with different colored hair throughout her travels. Yorick's pink hair takes the cake in terms of hair color. It just reminded her of strawberry cream. A thing she really liked. Especially since sweet cream and strawberries were really rare. Ryu had grey hair. Her brother had green hair but it wasn't nearly as neat. Her adoptive mother had hair that was lavender color. So a young man with pure white hair didn't strike her as odd.
She listened politely to the young man's directions. She tilted her head lightly when he seemed to second guess himself. It was clear to her that he had been educated. A commoner's directions would have been much more simpler. The man redeemed himself for his previous error and agreed to lead Mila. The sage nodded. The man looked like he was a priest of some sort. While Mila wasn't quite on good terms with Eliminism, mostly due to what Kraft had turned the religion into. She knew the basic scripture and a few stories but no more then that. She wasn't privy to the archives of the chapel in the capital city. She did feel like she could trust this man. Well he just leaned against a wall and is kinda sorta talking to himself. Eh.. I've been there.
"My name is Mila. It's nice to meet you. What's your name sir?"
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Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Sept 4, 2016 11:20:58 GMT -6
"My name is Getz. I apologize for my lack of professionalism, especially considering you are but a stranger looking for directions." Getz stood up straight and stopped leaning against the wall, fishing around in the inside of his robe for the map he kept on him. "Although, I suppose now that we are acquainted in name, we are strangers no more, hm?" After a short while, Getz produced the map and opened it, studying it for a short while. Looking up from the map, then down back at it, then up again, the familiar smile painted Getz's face once more. "Apologies for the delay, but I believe I have the way memorized by now. But, before we set off, may I ask a little bit more about you? You seem a little bit... out of your element here. Is home much different from Bern?" Getz folded up the map and replaced it in its pocket and crossed his arms only briefly before palming his forehead. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I do not know if this had been on your mind, but I am no longer a disciple of the church of St. Elimine. I retired from the religion shortly after Kraft's rise. I but take a passing interest in holy scripture and wish to further my magical studies, so there is no reason for you to distrust me. My garb is but for comfort and practicality's sake. Well... except for the cloak. I think it makes me look ravishing." Getz laughed.
For Getz, he had no comrades to liken to his newly made acquaintance. There were no close people he could call friends or family; he had fallen out with all of those due to his neverending pursuit for holy knowledge. All that he knew of others in this time was who he saw on the street, minding their own business, attending to their own life. The holy man had never really had anyone he could call close, and just this simple conversation he had been having with Mila was more than he was given for months on end. He almost didn't want to lead the girl to the library; she wasn't one for speaking as much as Getz was, that much was for sure, but it was enough for him.
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Reid
Shaman
Posts: 27
Profession: Scholar
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OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Reid on Sept 4, 2016 23:17:04 GMT -6
Reid was a man with very little hobbies, his only one was studying and bettering his mind. Once he had left Ilia he traveled around Elibe stopping at any library he could find spending weeks if not months reading every word their books had to offer. This journey had brought him to a city in Bern, in fact that's about all Reid had known about this place other than the fact it had glorious books. From the moment they had allowed him to enter the building he was inside skimming titles and pulling ones that had seemed interesting to him. Personally he found enjoyment, and thought of this as the best reason to travel, in reading the recorded text each area had to offer him. Without a way to publish books in large numbers it was necessary for him to travel to get his hands on them.
It didn't take long for the scrawny man to have his arms full of books, he could barely carry them which was a sad sight to witness. He had set them on a table with a heavy breath, he knew he should work out a little but that would cut into his research time and he didn't want to lose any time. Digging through he bag he set a vial of ink on the table with a quill next to it as he shifted through the journals he had in the main pouch. He could tell which ones had been used by how worn the spine had looked, he knew he had at least one fresh journal in there, ah there it was. He pulled it out with a smile on his face, setting it down near the edge he had opened it to the first page before removing his jacket and placing it on the back of the chair. Sitting down he had situated himself in a position that felted comfortable for the time being before unbuttoning the wrist on his sleeves and rolling them up, then removing his glasses and setting them off to the side. Dipping the quill into the ink he picked up the first book and began to read, stopping for a moment to jot down a note or two.
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Post by Mila on Sept 7, 2016 17:35:05 GMT -6
“No need to apologize. If anything I'm sorry to have disturbed your reading.” She responded towards his comment regarding professionalism.
“Its only logical. We are now acquaintances.” Mila smiled and nodded softly.
“Oh yeah.. my attire is a bit off. I have nicer clothes in the bag but this get up is what I wear to travel. It's comfortable enough to roam, run, climb, or cast in. I understand I am in need of a fashion upgrade but I neither have the funds or the time for that.” She shrugged. The nice dress she had in the bag was a bit too nice for her to wander the countryside in. Too nice in the sense it made her look good. And good in some cases was bad. The dress essentially made her a target for perverts and thieves alike. She did not want either of their company.
“I figured you were a cleric of some kind. Don't matter if you are a practicing Eliminism or one of the other religions out here.. the clothes don't really change.” She spoke as she followed Getz. She didn't care if Getz was active with the church or not. Mila hadn't done anything to the prophet and his army. She didn't do a thing to Etruria but leave.
“So where you from?” The sage asked with a bit of a curious tone. It wasn't too often she met holy men outside of a church or monastery. And she wasn't exactly familiar with all the main stream religions of Elibe.
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Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Sept 8, 2016 22:20:57 GMT -6
"I appreciate your open-mindedness." Getz nodded, looking satisfied. He almost immediately replied back to Mila's request, a notable amount of pride evident in his voice as he did so. "Born and raised, right here in Bern," Getz patted his chest. "No Pheraen, Ilian, or especially Sacaen in this blood." The man said the word 'Sacaen' in the same tone one might say 'dead rat' or 'murderer.' He crossed his arms and continued walking, his steps clattering noisily on the brick road. "Gods, no. Filthy savages. Never met one that wasn't completely rotten." Getz had never met any at all, in fact. The only concept of what the Sacaen people was was his own wide-eyed interpretation of the infamous Bandit War, and even then, he considered it an act of terrorism at best. As Getz walked, he caught sight of the library. Good, he had been going the right way. The holy man analyzed the building through the window, catching sight of some striking dark red hair on the inside. Odd hair colors aside, the man the hair was attached to seemed to be utterly enthralled by... whatever it was that he was reading. He made a note to himself to speak to the man once they had reached the library; he seemed the type to have read many quality texts in his time.
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Reid
Shaman
Posts: 27
Profession: Scholar
Profile: Reid
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Reid on Sept 9, 2016 8:05:18 GMT -6
Letters became words, words became sentences, sentences became paragraphs, paragraphs became pages, and pages became books. The joys of reading was unparalleled to Reid, it didn't matter if the book was a piece of historical works, magical or religious, stories fabricated to entertain the reader, books were the true treasure of the land.
Reid sat there with a look of frustration on his face quickly appeared. While he was on his 3rd page of notes he was a quarter way through with the current book, he found something note worthy but needed to turn the page to finish this statement and the entire page was smeared, he wouldn't have been in this mood if the ink had ran all over the next page as well but that wasn't the case. It was as if somebody had deliberately ruined this page as an act of censorship, just the thought was just... It was just pure madness. Reid had began mumbling under his breath about ways he would harm the person who done that if he found them, or actually bring himself to do it. Instead of jotting down a note he wrote "PEOPLE ARE JERKS!" in his own book, and was tempted to write it in the one he was reading.
As he was flipping through the book to skip to the next chapter his stomach began to rumble. He typically wasn't a breakfast person so he tried to remember the last time he ate, let's see... Last night as soon as his head made contact with the pillow he was out cold, then the previous day he was traveling for the most of it but he doesn't remember having a couple biscuits, was that really all he ate the past day? He rose to his feet and walked towards the book keeper and politely asked him to not disturb his things as well as to watch them as he stepped out for a quick bite to eat.
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Post by Mila on Sept 9, 2016 19:19:55 GMT -6
Mila's opinion of Getz lowered when he proudly mentioned that he wasn't Sacean. He seemed proud of the fact that he was pure blooded Bernese. While Mila herself had no problems with Bern and her people.. she did have a problem with Getz's attitude. He sounded like one whom would fit in very well with Kraft's holy army. She didn't actively express her opinion of Getz. Instead she choose to remain silent at least until his rant about bloodlines was over. Mila herself had no idea what her real blood ties were and she didn't really care. She did care that there were still incredibly racist people out there and she would make some effort to either distance herself from Getz's ideologies. Getz sounded like one of those people who wouldn't ever change their opinions of people. Stubborn folk who find it easier to pin their problems on a certain group of people who have done nothing.
"You need to travel more." She spoke with a bit of coldness in her voice. Mila looked around and saw that they were in the library.
"Oh good we are here." Her mood picked up slightly. She tilted her head a bit at the figure in the window. She was sure she had seen that specific tuft of red hair somewhere. The gentleman in the window certainly looked familiar. Hmm.. now where have I seen that man.. Mila walked ahead and quickly let herself inside. By the time she got there the sir was standing up and talking to the Librarian. His voice. Then it finally hit her. The identity of this man. Oh! It's Reid! The sage made a clever pun about how Reid liked READ-ing in the library. The pun wasn't very good. But she was glad to recognize him. She approached him.
"Reid. Good afternoon. Fancy meeting you here."
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Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Sept 9, 2016 22:02:38 GMT -6
Getz stepped into the library after the sage, mentally dismissing her comment about getting out more. It was clearly a critique on his opinion of the Sacaen peoples, but who was she to tell him how to think? The younger girl clearly just had no concept of just how horrible those plain-dwelling rats were. But, Getz wasn't one to to dismiss others' beliefs, so he continued looking around the library. He noticed that the girl had struck up a conversation with the red-haired man. Old friends, most likely. Or possibly new ones. At any rate, he wouldn't be opposed to meeting the man. He looked fairly wise, and having an acquaintance to introduce him would make the entire process of introduction infinitely easier. He shook his head and paced the halls of the library. He figured he might be able to find some interesting new reading material; it wasn't unheard of for foreign texts to be rewritten and shelved into local reading establishments. Getz picked out a novel at random from the book-lined shelves and quickly sat at one of the tables inside of it. Before cracking the text open, he took a brief moment to take in the atmosphere of the building. It was quite an aged building, that much was for sure. The walls smelled of old wood and the floorboard creaked with every steps, a faint scent of mildew detectable in the air. Most of the other visitors to the library were either old or aging, seeking to read novels of years passed. He hated to admit it, but he fit right in. He pulled himself out of his analysis of the building and set to reading the book, holding back the cover and starting on the first page.
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Reid
Shaman
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Post by Reid on Sept 23, 2016 22:25:23 GMT -6
He had heard the man behind the counter mumble something to himself. To think how some people could be so rude in such a wonderful place such as this, it was preposterous, nevertheless he was going to give his body what it had wanted to it would stop verbally telling him to, by his stomach growling.
He was stopped at the door by a pair of people, the woman had greeted him as if she knew him. Perhaps she did, admitted he wasn't exactly great with names or faces for most people he had met came and gone like the morning sun. He paused for a moment though, he had stared at her for a moment trying to recall why the green hair and eyes seemed eeriely familiar. Then it struck him like one of the baboons in a tavern brawl.
He let out a quick shiver shot up his spin, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up. He had met this woman back in Ostia, where the group he was with were trying to discover the cause of what happened there and the source of the undead that emitted from the land. He was separated from the group while he was lost in thought, them he had heard that... that... vile voice. Once he followed his tracks and where the groups went towards she was with them, but parted ways with them before he entered the cavern entrance. That was the only day he had wish he could just forget.
He raised his right hand for a moment as he said 'hello' before holding onto his left elbow while avoiding eye contact with the girl.
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Post by Mila on Sept 26, 2016 19:16:10 GMT -6
Mila's presence seemed to change Reid. The light shiver, the movement of his arm, and the barely audible hello, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Reid was uncomfortable around her. She frowned lightly. She had hoped to make friends with Reid. She hoped to talk to Reid regarding whatever it was that they discovered in Osita. If he had ran into any monsters in his travels? She knew she had to talk to him cautiously. If she bombarded him with too many questions too fast he might run off.
"A hello is not a proper answer to my question. But that's not important, uhm.. are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Her concern was genuine. She wanted to reach up and touch his shoulder to reassure him that what ever it was that was bothering him, it was going to be ok. Even though she had no idea what it was that bothered him. If it was a problem with herself well perhaps talking about it would make him feel more comfortable. Or perhaps not.
Mila looked around and saw Getz looking through the library shelves for a peculiar book. While she disliked his opinions on Saceans, she needed to thank him for his guidance. He successfully managed to lead her to the library and even caused her to run into an old comrade.
"Excuse me a moment Reid." She took a few steps over towards Getz.
"Uhm.. I wanted to thank you for getting me here."
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Getz
Acolyte
Some weird old dude
Posts: 11
Profession: Professional Weird Old(??) Dude
Affinity: Light
Profile: Getz
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Getz on Oct 4, 2016 21:19:40 GMT -6
Getz took a short moment to finish the sentence he had been spoken to on, then looked up at Mila, a kind smile on his face. "Hm? Oh, of course, young lady. What kind of person would I be if I didn't guide you?" He chuckled quietly but heartily, shutting the book and standing. "I am always a comrade to anyone in the pursuit of knowledge. You may call upon me should you ever need aid." The acolyte stepped over to the bookshelf and ran his fingers along the spines, replacing the book he had taken when his hands had found a discrepancy. He exhaled quietly and turned back to Mila, bunching up his cloak. Getz tapped his chin, looking up at the ceiling. He seemed to be considering something, until he nodded and set his jaw, a decision made. "Would you mind too terribly introducing me to your acquaintance? He seems the type I would enjoy getting to know." The man cast a glance over in Reid's direction, assessing him quickly once more, his eyes returning to Mila again shortly. He was aware of how unkind it was to use somebody to become acquainted with somebody else, but Getz felt like he and Mila had known each other long enough that it would not be offending.
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Reid
Shaman
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Profession: Scholar
Profile: Reid
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Reid on Oct 4, 2016 21:42:29 GMT -6
Mila was right, Reid had been rude towards her without thinking about it. Granted it wasn't an intentional reaction to seeing the young lady, but he had been raised far better than that. It also grated at his nerves he was able to lose his composer so easily. Lowering both arms he let out a sigh. "You are right Mila. I should have actually responded after greeting you instead of blowing off your question. It's just... It's just..." Reid had began to trail off again, then suddenly Mila had asked for a moment to turn to the person she had seemed to be with to talk for a moment.
Reid let out yet another sigh, but of relief this time. He was not sure how to answer the question. How do you casually bring up the fact he had been going insane or something in the baron lands known as Ostia where he was hearing a voice inside of his head. That would probably be the easiest thing to bring up, how does one mention entering the cave and holding a conversation with a voice without sounding mad? It was at this moment his stomach let out a low rumble. It didn't take Reid much to get off track at times, more so when he was hungry. Instinctively he pulled his hand to his stomach as he looked down, as if he was trying to muffle the sounds it was creating.
"Uhm, Mila? If you don't mind could we please continue this conversation after I quell my hunger?"
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