06-01-2018, 09:28 PM
Ricter would watch everyone begin to walk in, not as much as they were coming in prior but he’d notice a women with animal like ears sprouting from the tops of their head, almost unnoticeable given the hair color and ear color matched so well. Not many before that as other creatures, namely humanoid in appearance, added to the mix. Still, for now he would finish writing notes and give a deep sigh, wall flowering sucked was what he concluded and soon got up and go explore.
Now he had a map, made by the people running this event, so he’d try to pick out where he wanted to go over all other locations. The group ahead of him seemed to be heading in the direction of the library, which seemed appealing, he liked reading and getting info from text and books and maybe this tourney had some facts about herbs and things similar to them.
Gym? No, he didn’t enjoy working out, besides he couldn’t lift a whole not and would probably get scoffed at, mind you he was very good at taking a punch. Barracks, no. Plus he just came from the main hall so he’d forfeit his wish to go to the library and just head there since it seemed everyone was going there anyways.
Everywhere he went he kept hearing the name Karl Jak, the show man for the entire event, he had no history with them, which could be said for everyone here currently. But he seemed pretty out there with how they dressed, not too mention how they sponsored this whole event. Walking into the library he found it was quite the popular place, not extremely silent but a nice place to relax and sit down to maybe read something for once. The bookshelves rose to the ceiling and probably had all manor of things that could be used, from medical to the mundane, spells and witchcraft that reminded him fondly of when he was with his own companion before ever coming here.
Alas he wouldn't dwell on the past too much as he passed by the front desk and went into the facility, he’d walk past the group who was talking with one another. The small one of said group being carried along by someone with with some height, he couldn’t tell what he looked like but got a good look at them before they left the hall. Still he wouldn’t linger by them if at all, actually he would notice someone with a pointy hat seemingly making some kind of potion.
“That seems familer...Can’t quite tell though.” His coy tone was only heard by himself as he kept his thoughts as just that, simple little thoughts. But As a plume of smoke would burst up, covering her face and hair in a shade of black in comical fashion before the dust would vanish from it soon after he wouldn’t walk over immediately, instead he would take up a small book or two from the shelf before heading towards her table.
Aiming to sit across from her but with enough space as for her to see who he was he would address the magician in kind, “Afternoon, hope I’m not breaking your concentration on your brew.” She’d see an almost cartoonist styled character sit down, not too tall but tall enough to not be smaller than her, he was drenched in tan colored fur, and had bright blue eyes while having a pink nose and white coloration over his mouth that slipped down into his brown shirt. If she was paying attention she would see that he wore no shoes but did wear blue jean pants and carried a sword on his back, like all edgy anime heroes. Round ears as if he was almost a bear but in fact he was a weasel and a large poofy tail that was probably half her size if they cared to measure.
Finally she would see he was wearing a white coat, having the name “Dr. Casenger” Imprinted on one of the pockets, similar to a lab coat but obviously the title gave it away. He’d place down two books, on on old alchemy and another on dark world magics, stuff of demons and the underverse, or what could be recovered from the underverse. All of which would be on full display for her to see as he tried to make some form of conversation, which he would politely start off by offering his hand, “I’m Ricter, nice to meet you.” She’d find his hand was a paw, same number of digits but he had brown colored paw pads that were probably just as soft as they looked, all the while he hoped his appearance or anything wouldn't turn her away. Or she’d just flat out say ‘fuck off’ and tell him to hit the road.
Now he had a map, made by the people running this event, so he’d try to pick out where he wanted to go over all other locations. The group ahead of him seemed to be heading in the direction of the library, which seemed appealing, he liked reading and getting info from text and books and maybe this tourney had some facts about herbs and things similar to them.
Gym? No, he didn’t enjoy working out, besides he couldn’t lift a whole not and would probably get scoffed at, mind you he was very good at taking a punch. Barracks, no. Plus he just came from the main hall so he’d forfeit his wish to go to the library and just head there since it seemed everyone was going there anyways.
Everywhere he went he kept hearing the name Karl Jak, the show man for the entire event, he had no history with them, which could be said for everyone here currently. But he seemed pretty out there with how they dressed, not too mention how they sponsored this whole event. Walking into the library he found it was quite the popular place, not extremely silent but a nice place to relax and sit down to maybe read something for once. The bookshelves rose to the ceiling and probably had all manor of things that could be used, from medical to the mundane, spells and witchcraft that reminded him fondly of when he was with his own companion before ever coming here.
Alas he wouldn't dwell on the past too much as he passed by the front desk and went into the facility, he’d walk past the group who was talking with one another. The small one of said group being carried along by someone with with some height, he couldn’t tell what he looked like but got a good look at them before they left the hall. Still he wouldn’t linger by them if at all, actually he would notice someone with a pointy hat seemingly making some kind of potion.
“That seems familer...Can’t quite tell though.” His coy tone was only heard by himself as he kept his thoughts as just that, simple little thoughts. But As a plume of smoke would burst up, covering her face and hair in a shade of black in comical fashion before the dust would vanish from it soon after he wouldn’t walk over immediately, instead he would take up a small book or two from the shelf before heading towards her table.
Aiming to sit across from her but with enough space as for her to see who he was he would address the magician in kind, “Afternoon, hope I’m not breaking your concentration on your brew.” She’d see an almost cartoonist styled character sit down, not too tall but tall enough to not be smaller than her, he was drenched in tan colored fur, and had bright blue eyes while having a pink nose and white coloration over his mouth that slipped down into his brown shirt. If she was paying attention she would see that he wore no shoes but did wear blue jean pants and carried a sword on his back, like all edgy anime heroes. Round ears as if he was almost a bear but in fact he was a weasel and a large poofy tail that was probably half her size if they cared to measure.
Finally she would see he was wearing a white coat, having the name “Dr. Casenger” Imprinted on one of the pockets, similar to a lab coat but obviously the title gave it away. He’d place down two books, on on old alchemy and another on dark world magics, stuff of demons and the underverse, or what could be recovered from the underverse. All of which would be on full display for her to see as he tried to make some form of conversation, which he would politely start off by offering his hand, “I’m Ricter, nice to meet you.” She’d find his hand was a paw, same number of digits but he had brown colored paw pads that were probably just as soft as they looked, all the while he hoped his appearance or anything wouldn't turn her away. Or she’d just flat out say ‘fuck off’ and tell him to hit the road.
Quote:In the library, trying to talk too Marisa