06-23-2018, 12:59 PM
Sliding his sword from out of her body the tinge or sensation of something occupying a space that shouldn’t inside of her would fade eventually once it was placed away. It was an odd sensation, one where most people were not ready for it, and were more so just surprised half the time given no one enjoyed being stabbed at all. Though by the looks of it Marisa seemed lax to it, if not just having something else on her mind, something that in her slight annoyed state she would address openly to him.
He had worries too, he honestly wished he was up against Marisa, that way it would be fun, he wouldn’t have to fret on the battle coming up. It would have been something to enjoy, but now he didn’t know, maybe Marisa would be able to come back in the tournament but for all he could tell she might just die and he loathed the thought of that. Of someone killing her for the sake of their own twisted thoughts and wishes, especially in the case of a fight that would allow anyone to leave the grounds if they had lost, but only if the winners thought I was ‘fair’ to let them live.
Frowning he would follow her statement on her personal feeling with his own, lulled eyes and his expression betraying his own guilt towards the aspects of the tournament.
“I know what you mean, I haven’t died yet here, in this realm, or in any of the others that consist of this place. But I’m always in a state of anxiety when it comes to thinking about that, that if I die it doesn't mean much, and if anything I’ll come back but at the same time death isn’t pleasant, never has and probably never will be. I know my next match will be really hard, but I hope you get as far as possible Marisa, and that you don’t end up dying from the result of petty sport.”
Finishing his little counter statement he let her talk some more, sharing her personal feelings again but on a new subject, magic, and Marisa's own personal goal to become a better magician over all. How she worked so hard for everything to just become ‘reset’ on entering into this realm, however Ricter was slightly the opposite in some minor ways, he didn't have as much power as he did here from where he came from.
Secondly, he felt like he could do anything he if tried before, if he worked hard enough, now everything is almost given to him, which made him indifferent about the whole allure of adventure and exploration. Wanted something? Just find a Prime willing to imagine it up out of thin air for you, which was neither healthy nor a very good way of handling what could be a volatile economy.
He would give her a nod, “I see what you mean, even from where I come from rules were in place for magic to not be abused, the rules helped shape everything, made things balanced. I can’t say that when I got here I wasn’t thinking I was a demi-god with the power to create life and objects just with some focus and a little imagination. It was daunting, I didn’t ask for such powers. I’d rather earn it, which sounds like how you feel, Marisa.”
Looking at the alcohol that Marisa was drinking he was beginning to feel a bit parched himself, licking his mouth with his flat yet longer than average tongue but would try to stay on the topic. “I enjoyed finding plants, items of power, and other trinkets all to add to what I could maybe do, all pretty much void if I can think it up if I have even a vague idea about what it is. However-..” He paused before speaking again.
“In a way this place gives people who had very little, Primes who were as normal as can be, the chance to do something they never could before. The prospect of infinite growth, power, and abilities that could never have been seen before by another person. Its intoxicating, more so than what your drinking, and I can understand your annoyance but there are good and bad parts to every thing unless something is so heinous that there is no bright side to it.”
Giving his own point of view Ricter saw this place like a double edged sword, if someone was strong enough they could probably take over everything, ushering in a life time of salvation and peace or pain and torment. He hated the responsibility being a Prime gave him, but he didn’t abuse it, at least not in ways that violated his own morals and ethics, he used his power to heal others and that’s why he did this. Why he rarely focused on making grand attacks and over powering offensive spells.
His goal was to cure diseases, so the more he focused on that the more he felt that he didn’t have to foll into the same corner as some other Primes who’s only goals were conquest, power for the sake of power.
He had worries too, he honestly wished he was up against Marisa, that way it would be fun, he wouldn’t have to fret on the battle coming up. It would have been something to enjoy, but now he didn’t know, maybe Marisa would be able to come back in the tournament but for all he could tell she might just die and he loathed the thought of that. Of someone killing her for the sake of their own twisted thoughts and wishes, especially in the case of a fight that would allow anyone to leave the grounds if they had lost, but only if the winners thought I was ‘fair’ to let them live.
Frowning he would follow her statement on her personal feeling with his own, lulled eyes and his expression betraying his own guilt towards the aspects of the tournament.
“I know what you mean, I haven’t died yet here, in this realm, or in any of the others that consist of this place. But I’m always in a state of anxiety when it comes to thinking about that, that if I die it doesn't mean much, and if anything I’ll come back but at the same time death isn’t pleasant, never has and probably never will be. I know my next match will be really hard, but I hope you get as far as possible Marisa, and that you don’t end up dying from the result of petty sport.”
Finishing his little counter statement he let her talk some more, sharing her personal feelings again but on a new subject, magic, and Marisa's own personal goal to become a better magician over all. How she worked so hard for everything to just become ‘reset’ on entering into this realm, however Ricter was slightly the opposite in some minor ways, he didn't have as much power as he did here from where he came from.
Secondly, he felt like he could do anything he if tried before, if he worked hard enough, now everything is almost given to him, which made him indifferent about the whole allure of adventure and exploration. Wanted something? Just find a Prime willing to imagine it up out of thin air for you, which was neither healthy nor a very good way of handling what could be a volatile economy.
He would give her a nod, “I see what you mean, even from where I come from rules were in place for magic to not be abused, the rules helped shape everything, made things balanced. I can’t say that when I got here I wasn’t thinking I was a demi-god with the power to create life and objects just with some focus and a little imagination. It was daunting, I didn’t ask for such powers. I’d rather earn it, which sounds like how you feel, Marisa.”
Looking at the alcohol that Marisa was drinking he was beginning to feel a bit parched himself, licking his mouth with his flat yet longer than average tongue but would try to stay on the topic. “I enjoyed finding plants, items of power, and other trinkets all to add to what I could maybe do, all pretty much void if I can think it up if I have even a vague idea about what it is. However-..” He paused before speaking again.
“In a way this place gives people who had very little, Primes who were as normal as can be, the chance to do something they never could before. The prospect of infinite growth, power, and abilities that could never have been seen before by another person. Its intoxicating, more so than what your drinking, and I can understand your annoyance but there are good and bad parts to every thing unless something is so heinous that there is no bright side to it.”
Giving his own point of view Ricter saw this place like a double edged sword, if someone was strong enough they could probably take over everything, ushering in a life time of salvation and peace or pain and torment. He hated the responsibility being a Prime gave him, but he didn’t abuse it, at least not in ways that violated his own morals and ethics, he used his power to heal others and that’s why he did this. Why he rarely focused on making grand attacks and over powering offensive spells.
His goal was to cure diseases, so the more he focused on that the more he felt that he didn’t have to foll into the same corner as some other Primes who’s only goals were conquest, power for the sake of power.