06-03-2018, 12:35 PM
Rising to his feet he would nod back to Marisa as she mentioned talking while walking, which was pretty much the plan as he would get up and begin doing just that, at this he would notice her stature in relation to his own. She was around 4’2” if he was using other kinds of ‘special’ measurement, but she’d be about a foot shorter than he was plus a couple more inches/centimeters to boot. He wouldn’t guess her age, especially given his own friend enjoyed looking as young as possible in some cases or as a twenty year old woman in others. He’d take up his position on her left side, walking out of the library only to hear her stomach growl a bit, seems like she was feeling hungry.
“Sure that sounds great, I’m always open to trying new food.” The weasel did feel a bit peckish, and given he always had mostly meats and mushrooms he could go for maybe something different for once, other wise he’d be all chubby and have kids want to climb him like he’s a big stuffed animal. Which has happened before…Minus the being chubby part, anyways! As Ricter and Marisa walked he would nod and listen to her story, not interrupting much as he was interested and actually intrigued by her culture and what they seemed to enjoy doing or better yet what they established as rule of law.
At the mention of being called a shikigami he would point to himself and before saying, “Shikigami? Is that like origami?” He didn’t know the word of course but he gave a cute ‘I don’t know what it is’ kinda look, probably with a speech bubble next to it filled with dots. Granted this wasn’t an anime so she’d just see his clueless face but she continued and he would let her go from there. Asking about the whole fighting thing was next once she got into her culture which seemed more so fantastic, to think that all the gods and creatures of some legend could live together in harmony and not kill one another was amazing.
Though that’s probably why they had fighting rules, still he would wait for her explanation which seemed to be a bit odd. If not just flat out that someone could be another persons slave if they lost a fight which seemed extreme but when it came to gods he knew how fickle they could be at times, he’s read enough stories of legends to know. With the mention of spell cards he wondered if it was kinda like gold fish, one of the only card games he played with his friend back at home, or spades now that he was living with two other roommates. But he was sure that ‘Danmaku’ was a term for some kind of attack, or ability that he was strictly unfamiliar with, and that was okay with him.
Once the restaurant came into view however he would stop and look around for a bit, getting a good visualization of what this place seem to give off, a vibe you could say. It seemed traditional, like the old buildings of shines long lost to age, but he would make his way over to a table and sit down, but not before taking off his sword which was in a brown sheath having buckles to keep what ever was inside latched in but also only one simple buckle that go’s around his chest as he placed it next to him standing upwards. On the mention of himself he would be pulled away from the menu for a moment to answer her question, thinking.
“Me? Well uh…lets see…” Wondering where to start he had a long history, though he believed starting at the basics was the best for any story. Smiling he would nod once the weasel got an idea, “Okay, so where I’m from the world revolves around two suns and three moons, I wont go into specifics about everything but the suns were rivaling gods who were brothers that wished to have the same job. Long story short they worked together, so typically when the morning comes around you’ll see two suns dancing around one another. As for the moons they represent night, mana, and water. While the two suns represented light and life. They were created too…well provide all three of those things to the world I live in. The world over all looks like a typical lush realm, oceans, beaches, mountains, that sorda thing.”
Laughing it was too complicated to really go into so he’d continue, “When I was born I wasn’t as you see me now, I was actually a small feral little ferret with a brain the size of a walnut. I was the pet of a young girl whom took really good care of me, she was sweet and got teased a lot about having a weasel for a pet rather than a dog or cat but I’d try to cheer her up about it. Eventually over the years she went to normal schools but wanted to go into a field of magic, which was hard for a human to do since she wasn’t born with mana or the skills to really wield it.”
He’d pause as he looked down at the menu, seeing what was in it before he’d keep going, “As she became a teenager she passed an exam to get into a school of magic, she wanted to become a wizard buuuuut…She got kicked out because a class mate placed an enchantment on her wand to blow up half the classroom when used. She didn’t feel happy after that, so she instead became a witch, pulling some dark magics from the hags around the area we lived in and killing them only to add to her spell book.” Looking back to Marisa he would continue his story, not even getting to his part yet.
“She’d manage to kill so many hags she had enough spells to rival some of her previous teachers by the time she became twenty, however that’s where I came in. Ferrets typically have a life span of around fifteen or so years, maybe more if taken care of, I was around eighteen around that time, through it all I was just her loving pet, but eventually I became her best friend given she was eventually found out and ran out of town for being a witch. Even with all the good she did they resented her so much, and as I was nearly on my death bed she preformed a ritual.” He’d begin tracing his finger on the table.
A light would shine from said index finger as eh drew out a special rune, one that looked like a backwards 'R' with lines going through it. Explaining as it would show but fade soon after “My worlds magic dose not revolve around cards but runes, or what we call them, sigils. Typically you and write it on anything and for spells they are just effects, say if I want to make the table float, I’d write the sigil first, then write something over it and-- tada! It floats, each one is unique and basically its a small game to find ones or make your own, even complex ones can be made to do a bunch of effects at once but eventually run out. As for how this relates to the story…” He’d soon raise up his hand and show her a sigil on his paw, it was a glowing stamp that faded on command it seemed as he explained. “This is the rune my witch has, and imprinted one me. Its the main reason why I’m here and not all tiny or dead.”
But back to the story he would give a breif clearing of his throat before saying “Back to what I was saying-- So, using the body of her older brother whom they killed as a warning by the towns folk she combined his thoughts and body to my own, more or less making me a familiar. Like her brother I gained his skill in using a sword, however I only gained vague memories of whom he was when he was alive thanks to the ritual. In addition as long as she lived, I lived, so I devolved my time to protecting her above all else. After this decades passed, my witch and sister to some degree would begin to grow more powerful, so much so we have to fight a small army at one point. When I mean ‘we’ I mean she did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped in small ways.”
Relaxing back in his chair he would soon add, “She never grew old, stealing some magic from another mage to have an eternal body she liked skipping between looking 8 years old and 20, which was off putting at first but you get used too it after having her hop on my shoulders as a kid for the millionth time and with how old I am now. It was actually my 122nd birthday the day I got taken here, her’s too, but I kinda miss being around her a lot now…That’s kinda it I think, we lived in a small cabin, and didn’t get bothered much after the empire grew wary of how one thousand men got turned into chickens. We lived mostly alone together but she’d always manage to make the day seem more exciting than the last, from making it rain fish, too just going realm hopping. Which was the main reason why when I came here I though it was a prank till omni showed up and gave me a reality check.”
Once he was done he would soon notice one of the waitresses and gesture for them to come over with a small wave, pointing, “Can I have this please?” He’d point to what looked like yakisoba noodles with pork and chicken mixed in, which the syntech employee would nod and write it down, looking to Marisa next for her own item to order. Ricters blue eyes traced back to Marisa, hoping that his story was at least interesting to some degree, he wasn’t a great story teller but he didn’t mind sharing some things about himself.
“Sure that sounds great, I’m always open to trying new food.” The weasel did feel a bit peckish, and given he always had mostly meats and mushrooms he could go for maybe something different for once, other wise he’d be all chubby and have kids want to climb him like he’s a big stuffed animal. Which has happened before…Minus the being chubby part, anyways! As Ricter and Marisa walked he would nod and listen to her story, not interrupting much as he was interested and actually intrigued by her culture and what they seemed to enjoy doing or better yet what they established as rule of law.
At the mention of being called a shikigami he would point to himself and before saying, “Shikigami? Is that like origami?” He didn’t know the word of course but he gave a cute ‘I don’t know what it is’ kinda look, probably with a speech bubble next to it filled with dots. Granted this wasn’t an anime so she’d just see his clueless face but she continued and he would let her go from there. Asking about the whole fighting thing was next once she got into her culture which seemed more so fantastic, to think that all the gods and creatures of some legend could live together in harmony and not kill one another was amazing.
Though that’s probably why they had fighting rules, still he would wait for her explanation which seemed to be a bit odd. If not just flat out that someone could be another persons slave if they lost a fight which seemed extreme but when it came to gods he knew how fickle they could be at times, he’s read enough stories of legends to know. With the mention of spell cards he wondered if it was kinda like gold fish, one of the only card games he played with his friend back at home, or spades now that he was living with two other roommates. But he was sure that ‘Danmaku’ was a term for some kind of attack, or ability that he was strictly unfamiliar with, and that was okay with him.
Once the restaurant came into view however he would stop and look around for a bit, getting a good visualization of what this place seem to give off, a vibe you could say. It seemed traditional, like the old buildings of shines long lost to age, but he would make his way over to a table and sit down, but not before taking off his sword which was in a brown sheath having buckles to keep what ever was inside latched in but also only one simple buckle that go’s around his chest as he placed it next to him standing upwards. On the mention of himself he would be pulled away from the menu for a moment to answer her question, thinking.
“Me? Well uh…lets see…” Wondering where to start he had a long history, though he believed starting at the basics was the best for any story. Smiling he would nod once the weasel got an idea, “Okay, so where I’m from the world revolves around two suns and three moons, I wont go into specifics about everything but the suns were rivaling gods who were brothers that wished to have the same job. Long story short they worked together, so typically when the morning comes around you’ll see two suns dancing around one another. As for the moons they represent night, mana, and water. While the two suns represented light and life. They were created too…well provide all three of those things to the world I live in. The world over all looks like a typical lush realm, oceans, beaches, mountains, that sorda thing.”
Laughing it was too complicated to really go into so he’d continue, “When I was born I wasn’t as you see me now, I was actually a small feral little ferret with a brain the size of a walnut. I was the pet of a young girl whom took really good care of me, she was sweet and got teased a lot about having a weasel for a pet rather than a dog or cat but I’d try to cheer her up about it. Eventually over the years she went to normal schools but wanted to go into a field of magic, which was hard for a human to do since she wasn’t born with mana or the skills to really wield it.”
He’d pause as he looked down at the menu, seeing what was in it before he’d keep going, “As she became a teenager she passed an exam to get into a school of magic, she wanted to become a wizard buuuuut…She got kicked out because a class mate placed an enchantment on her wand to blow up half the classroom when used. She didn’t feel happy after that, so she instead became a witch, pulling some dark magics from the hags around the area we lived in and killing them only to add to her spell book.” Looking back to Marisa he would continue his story, not even getting to his part yet.
“She’d manage to kill so many hags she had enough spells to rival some of her previous teachers by the time she became twenty, however that’s where I came in. Ferrets typically have a life span of around fifteen or so years, maybe more if taken care of, I was around eighteen around that time, through it all I was just her loving pet, but eventually I became her best friend given she was eventually found out and ran out of town for being a witch. Even with all the good she did they resented her so much, and as I was nearly on my death bed she preformed a ritual.” He’d begin tracing his finger on the table.
A light would shine from said index finger as eh drew out a special rune, one that looked like a backwards 'R' with lines going through it. Explaining as it would show but fade soon after “My worlds magic dose not revolve around cards but runes, or what we call them, sigils. Typically you and write it on anything and for spells they are just effects, say if I want to make the table float, I’d write the sigil first, then write something over it and-- tada! It floats, each one is unique and basically its a small game to find ones or make your own, even complex ones can be made to do a bunch of effects at once but eventually run out. As for how this relates to the story…” He’d soon raise up his hand and show her a sigil on his paw, it was a glowing stamp that faded on command it seemed as he explained. “This is the rune my witch has, and imprinted one me. Its the main reason why I’m here and not all tiny or dead.”
But back to the story he would give a breif clearing of his throat before saying “Back to what I was saying-- So, using the body of her older brother whom they killed as a warning by the towns folk she combined his thoughts and body to my own, more or less making me a familiar. Like her brother I gained his skill in using a sword, however I only gained vague memories of whom he was when he was alive thanks to the ritual. In addition as long as she lived, I lived, so I devolved my time to protecting her above all else. After this decades passed, my witch and sister to some degree would begin to grow more powerful, so much so we have to fight a small army at one point. When I mean ‘we’ I mean she did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped in small ways.”
Relaxing back in his chair he would soon add, “She never grew old, stealing some magic from another mage to have an eternal body she liked skipping between looking 8 years old and 20, which was off putting at first but you get used too it after having her hop on my shoulders as a kid for the millionth time and with how old I am now. It was actually my 122nd birthday the day I got taken here, her’s too, but I kinda miss being around her a lot now…That’s kinda it I think, we lived in a small cabin, and didn’t get bothered much after the empire grew wary of how one thousand men got turned into chickens. We lived mostly alone together but she’d always manage to make the day seem more exciting than the last, from making it rain fish, too just going realm hopping. Which was the main reason why when I came here I though it was a prank till omni showed up and gave me a reality check.”
Once he was done he would soon notice one of the waitresses and gesture for them to come over with a small wave, pointing, “Can I have this please?” He’d point to what looked like yakisoba noodles with pork and chicken mixed in, which the syntech employee would nod and write it down, looking to Marisa next for her own item to order. Ricters blue eyes traced back to Marisa, hoping that his story was at least interesting to some degree, he wasn’t a great story teller but he didn’t mind sharing some things about himself.
Quote:Sitting in the restaurant with Marisa