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ragnarok online AU: with nomanis

[So here they are, Arthur and Sen, in some fancy tavern in Prontera after a long day's worth of work and hunting. But it wasn't so much the work that drove them up the wall (after all, they were such diligent warriors), but more so that Alfred, who happened to be in their party at the time, was a nightmare. As usual. So they have to take a break.]

That table there looks nice.

[Pointing over at what looks to be a nice corner table. And clean.]

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Quite frankly, anything would look nice after that. [Arthur gripes as he follows Sen into the tavern, but he lugs his cartful of materials over towards the table she pointed out anyway.]

That was nothing short of an utter disaster. Sometimes I wonder if the effort spent on not Fire Bolting the idiot into Niflheim is worth it...

[She'll help him by clearing the space around him, such as that poor drunk who almost tripped over his cart.]

Ah, you are right. I'm surprised we've managed to get here in one piece to even talk about it like this. But surely it wasn't all his fault.

[ . . . ] No, actually, Fire Bolting him would be a great idea, perhaps he would learn something.

Please don't- [he drags a hand across his face in aggravation as he sits down. Good job Alfred, there's probably a headache forming too.] I've used up a good third of my potions stockpile on him alone today, and I should not have had to summon that many Geographers on top of that to cover for his recklessness. [the poor things were so busy having to heal the wayward gunslinger, they never got to feed...

He mutters, through the hand still pressed firmly to his forehead:] ...I should've studied in Geffen. Perhaps a Meteor Storm would've gotten something through that thick skull of his...

[She might need to get him another potion, even though he could make them himself, but Arthur would probably appreciate the break. After he sits down, she joins him in the adjacent chair.] They did look rather upset...poor Geographers. [It's no fun just healing your friends, sometimes.] You didn't make a loss, did you?

[Now she did hear what he just said--] Do you want me to set my falcon on him? He keeps mistaking it for an eagle, I am sure he will be upset to know that freedom is attacking him for being so...careless.

I know well enough by now to always set aside some of my stock. [he sighs, straightening up into a more respectable posture.] That said, in the near future I'll probably have to pay a visit to some of my preferred gathering locations regardless. And don't bother yourself, you don't have to do that. [ . . . ] Unless you want to. Or it wants to.

[speaking of... He rummages through his cart a little- "now where did I put those blasted garlets, ugh it's a bloody mess in here"- no points for guessing why that is, before pulling back with a few crystals in hand.

Arthur's homunculus appears under the table not a moment later in all of its tiny, fluffy, mint green glory.]

There, Carroll, you must be starving by now. Here, eat up, let's forget about what the awful gunslinger put us all through...

[...well it's not quite baby talk yet but]

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I see, that is good. And if you would like, I will come with you to help you out? I feel like I should, since part of your stock loss is also because I couldn't help you control Alfred. [Who could, really.] But no, it won't be a problem. I believe it might want to. [Because of all the poking it gets from Alfred. Poor bird.

Sen blinks as Arthur calls out for his flying mint bunny I MEAN homunculus friend. It looks so happy to get food nonetheless. A-aww, how endearing.]

Poor Carroll, not having a chance to catch a break until now...[A staff member walks past just at that moment, so Sen calls to him.] Arthur, what would you like to drink?

Ah, ah, ah- where an alchemist gathers his materials is a secret. [That is almost a grin from him as he looks up from the flying mint bunny-- that is err, filir, yes] Nothing personal, it's just, well, competition and that sort of rubbish. Keeping the sources of our supplies close to our chests is advantageous to us, you see. [...merchants.]

All the same, I appreciate the thought. Instead, what you can do for me now is... well, since you're here, I'll take the strongest they've got.

[congratulations Sen you are now the designated... driver...

...well you'll be responsible for hauling him out, close enough]

O-oh, I see. [She presses a finger to her lips, as if keeping a secret. Not that she knows what it is. And she's trying not to laugh when he says chests. HAR HAR SHE GETS IT.]

It's fine! I will still be waiting for whenever you need me. Since I much prefer your company over others. [MANY...OTHERS...hint hint.]

But ah, alright, I will order the strongest for you. [Which she does because she doesn't mind being deso. She'll just wheel him out of the place with his cart. Awesome idea. The flying mint bunny--uh, filir, can watch too.]

Present company is probably the only routine company I keep that I actually tolerate for extended periods of time-- so, the sentiment goes both ways. Speaking of, I apologise for my behavior- I've probably been more than a little snappish, and you didn't deserve that. [better late than never.

though now he purses his lips as he finishes up with the green filir (who flits up and makes itself comfortable in the bird's nest that's his hair) and sighs tiredly, sagging a bit in his seat again as he crosses his arms.]

Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into him as of late. It isn't as if he has anything to prove to us...

[Alfred, you problem child you.]

Oh? Then I am honoured, truly. [Everyone has heard of Arthur's pickiness when it comes to company. And his favourite Splendid Isolation. She then shakes her head and waves a hand.] Ah, no I understand, you were not in the best of moods, after that trip. I should thank you for still trying to be considerate to me.

[She watches the filir for a moment (that was kind of adorable, and in Arthur's case, really does soften up his whole image after an arduous day), before turning her attention back to him.]

Doesn't he always do this though? Try to be a hero? Unless this is happening more than usual.

[A quest, maybe? Or did one of them say something? She'll allow herself to consider this a bit more later, as the waiter has come back with their drinks, and she helps place one down near Arthur.]

[ he's half-compelled to defend Alfred from the 'always' claim— not for the pillock's sake of course but for his own, judge a man by the company he keeps and that sort of thing— but then again he's the who brought it up in the first place. instead he takes a long swig from the draught their waiter brought out, mulling on it for a moment. in the end arthur decides to compromise: ]

He does, but there's a difference between recklessly attacking any monsters he sees and running off half-cocked into a nest of them with no backup. The former is irritating but manageable, dare I say almost tolerable in comparison at this point; the latter is... [ careless, annoyed hand gesture here ] well, not.

[ he almost manages to look the part of the serious, annoyed not-friend having a very serious conversation. shame the ball of fluff with wings on his head ruins the image. ]

Suppose his ego's just gotten the better of him?

[Yes, exactly, he does know him best, as much as Sen has to deal with Alfred on a regular basis. She wasn't going to judge Arthur on his choice of company; it's not like she could talk either if she found herself in Alfred's company too. She could only thank her lucky stars that through these idiots she was also able to meet Arthur.

Patiently, she waits while he drinks, letting him think about his answer.]

I see...yes, you're right. At least we are able to make a new fast plan when it is something we can manage. Stepping into a net of them is almost suicide.

[She really is having trouble taking him completely seriously when something cute is on his head. But she takes him seriously enough?! Since their survival is also important here?]

I...didn't know his ego could get any bigger, actually. Is that really possible?

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ragnarok online AU: with nomanis

so I waffled for a bit on class choice and

highfives us WE GOT THIS.

We'll take on the world like this

that makes us total heroes

heck yeah gonna save the world from satan morroc-- nah we're screwed

WE CAN SEND ALFRED AT SATAN MORROC...

EXCELLENT IDEAS...

THEY GOT THIS now to leave a trail of food for Alfred to follow to satan morroc...

wonder if the sandwich recipes can be converted to burgers... and what stat+ they'd give...

oh my god this is perfect...i think maybe a stat drop too since not as healthy as sandwiches

replies one million years later and akdlgasgjh yes, stat drops

does too but shhh what horrible stat drops. needs something healthy