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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:24 pm

Prentice RP #1: "Bothering Rastian"

It was a particularly warm day in Mez and Natsu had decided that a trip to the beach was more than in order. He packed his favorite, patched up satchel and towel with all the things he would need. Fruit for snacks, twine for crafting, an extra pair of pants, and a beach ball he had made out of cloth and sand. Though it wasn't the most bouncy thing to grace Sauti's beaches, it was just as fun to toss about.

He made his way behind the tents and trotted along his favored path, the one with the most scenic of views, but the lengthiest of walks. A day away spent swimming and lounging would require a long walk in order to make up for the vacation at the end.

A little ways down the path that Natsu was traveling stood his adoptive brother, Rastian, clad in his usual long sleeved get up with about a billion satchels dangling from his arms. His posture spoke volumes about how he was feeling, slouched, sweaty, and heaving breath after heavy breath. It was his own fault that he had forgotten his water skin today while he was gathering his deliveries for the day, and he was cursing himself for it with every breath he took. He grunted, shuffled forward a bit, and dropped five of the satchels to the ground.

"Damn it!" He growled, lumbering forward to scoop them up again.

Upon hearing hearing Rastian's growl, Natsu shook his head. He knew who that was, it was his beloved adoptive brother, no doubt upset about his lack of time to relax. It was Rastian's own fault that he never left himself time to rest! Knowing that whatever was upsetting the other boy was probably minor, Natsu took his time wandering down the path.

Sure enough, as he approached Rastian, he saw that it was nothing to be concerned about. He rolled his eyes, padded over to the blue haired male's side, and leaned over to tap his shoulder.

"What have I told you about carrying more than your weight in useless s**t, brother?" He scolded with a smirk.

"OHWHATDOYOUKNOW!?" Rastian barked, giving Natsu a very unhappy glare. What the hell was he doing here, anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be working or something? UGH, of COURSE NOT. Natsu NEVER WORKED, he was the laziest sod around! All of NATSU'S WORK always fell right back down to HIM! And did he ever get a thank you for it?!

Yes, yes he did. Well, GOOD FOR HIM!

He scrambled to gather the rest of his things and tied all the satchels he had dropped tighter around his arms before gazing up towards Natsu again.
"It's been wonderful, brother, but I have to be going now!" He exclaimed, before shoving Natsu to the side.

Now Natsu was typically a nice guy, one that didn't mind a little rough housing if it was needed. But to be shoved aside by his younger brother was something that he just couldn't allow to go unpunished. He glowered and snatched Rastian by the arm before tugging him straight to the ground. From there he glared down at him and nudged him with his foot.

"Be wary of who you SHOVE, boy." He growled.

The sound that Rastian made as he was dragged to the ground by his elder brother was something straight out of a horror story. He lay still as his back was nudged but sprung forward as soon as Natsu finished speaking. He was tired, thirsty, and willing to tear something limb from limb. If that thing happened to be Natsu, then so be it!

Natsu had expected retaliation, there was nothing out of the ordinary here. Rastian was overtired, down right pissed, and need to let off some steam. He knew Rastian would be sorry later if he landed a good punch of two. Still, Natsu placed his hands where Rastian attempted to strike him, which was commonly the chest, side, or upper thigh, blocking each and every blow that Rastian tried to land upon him.

"Calm down, Razzie! You're being ridiculous!" He cried, dodging a would-be blow to the head.

"NO, YOU ARE!" Rastian screamed, throwing each punch with all his might. He was too angry, too wired, he wasn't going to stop until he landed a decent punch and that was ******** final! He swung, kicked, and thrashed until, finally, he decided to take a new tactic. He let his hands go to his sides and pretended to be calm, so Natsu would let his guard down.

"Alright, you win." He said.

But Natsu was no idiot, he knew what his brother was trying to do, and he wasn't going to buy it. He kept his protective stance, but shuffled closer to Rastian in order to get a good hold on him.

"I know you're not finished, I'm not stupid." He grumbled, latching onto Rastian's arms and pulling them behind his back. "NOW TELL ME WHY YOU'RE MAD LIKE A DAMN ADULT, RASTIAN!"

Rastian growled and struggled against Natsu's grip. Damn it, damn it, daaaaamn it! How the ******** did his brother get so strong?! He used to be able to flip him over with just one hand! Now he can't even break free from his grip! AAAAUUUGH! From a distance he knew he must've looked pretty pathetic, flopping around like a fish snagged in a net. He heaved a sigh and wriggled just enough so he could look at Natsu.

"I'm pissed off because you keep BOTHERING ME, YOU DUMB s**t!" He screamed.

Natsu sighed and tightened his grip on Rastian's wrists. When his brother got this way, it was physically impossible to get anything out of him without a fair amount of swears flying out of his mouth. He was such a calm person when he wasn't tired, it was a shame that a foul mouthed person lingered under such a good exterior.

"Tell me CALMLY, Rastian." He replied, pulling Rastian closer to him.

CALMLY? Natsu wanted him to say it again, CALMLY?! ******** no, he had already said why he was angry, he wasn't about to ******** say it again! He wrestled with the ever tightening grip held upon his wrists until he felt the joints in his arms make a popping sound. s**t! If he was going to keep struggling, Natsu might just break his arms! Well, theoretically, it would be Rastian's fault for continuing to struggle if he knew it would break his arms, BUT THE ORIGINAL REASONING STILL STOOD. He growled, relaxed his arms, and sighed.

"Fiiiiinnneee..." He whined, gazing to Natsu again. "I'm angry because you're bothering me while I'm trying to go home and relax. I would appreciate it GREATLY if you would let me go now so I can continue on my way, please!"

Natsu smirked and let go of one of Rastian's arms. Ha! That tactic always worked! He pondered, for a brief second, if it would have worked on Ogbonna but decided that it would have been viewed as cruel by his father. Well, to each their own punishment, he guessed. Then, he looked to Rastian again.

"Thank you for being calm with me, Razzie." He said, gently tugging him down the path. "Now, if it's relaxation you need, the beach is perfect! Just come with me!"

AUGH! Just when he thought he was free from his brother's grasp, he was being dragged away from his original goal again! Why was Natsu always such an a*****e?! He growled and flailed against Natsu's grip.

"Let me go, you a**!" He bellowed, tugging as furiously as he could.

Natsu froze and groaned, this AGAIN? Would Rastian ever learn how to be ask for what he wanted nicely? He turned, grabbed Rastian's arms and twisted them around his back again.

"Tell me what you want like an ADULT, Rastian!" He screamed.

"YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT I WANT!" Rastian cried, wriggling around as he was caught in his brother's arm trap again. How stupid could Natsu be?! Why did he have to be polite to his brother?! Sure, being polite to others is very important, but with FAMILY he could be as DAMN RUDE AS HE WANTED!

"Let me go, let me go, let me gooooooooo!" He repeated, thrashing around like a fish out of water.

"WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!" Natsu replied, tightening his grip around Rastian's wrists. While he had a pretty good guess that Rastian just wanted to go home and relax, he wasn't about to allow himself to be cursed at in such a horrible manner. His brother would learn how to be respectful in his own home if it KILLED HIM!

He leaned forward, clutching Rastian's hands firmly to his back, and placed his head on his shoulder.
"I am NOT going to be spoken to like this anymore, do you understand me?" He growled. "You will be held like this each time you disrespect anyone in our family. I don't care if you curse outside of our house, but when you address Mycah, Ogbonna, Fakih, or myself I don't want to hear a curse word come out of your mouth!" Then, he leaned out again, allowing his grip to loosen. "Now, I will let you go when you can tell me what you want in a calm, respectable manner."

Rastian heaved a heavy sigh and ceased his struggle against Natsu. He wasn't going to win this, not today, not ever. If he knew what was good for him, he would stop and give Natsu what he wanted. He turned his head towards his brother and grimaced.

"I would like go home and relax, please." He said. "I don't feel up to going to the beach with you, today. Maybe some other time..."

Ah, just as he had suspected. Well, he couldn't blame Rastian if he wanted to go home. He had been traveling all day, he deserved a good rest at home. He smiled, released his grip on Rastian, and turned to wander down the path.

"Alright then, if that's what you would like to do." He replied, waving. "I'll see you at home! Be careful with your bags!"

"Will do, Natsu, will do..." Rastian mumbled, rubbing the spot on his wrists where Natsu had held him the tightest. He sighed, retied a few of his satchels and forced himself to smile. Sure, he appreciated Natsu and all that his family had ever done for him, but he couldn't help but feel detached from them. He didn't mean to be so horrible and rude, especially towards Natsu and Mycah.

A sad look flashed over his features for a moment and he gazed down towards the beach. It was his own fault for feeling detached. He turned down every offer to attach when it was present to him out of his own inner turmoil. He sighed, abandoned his satchels, and raced after Natsu.

"Wait, I would like to spend the day with you!" He called. "I haven't been to the beach in ages! I hope it hasn't changed too much!"

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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:26 pm

Prentice Solo #1: "Echowen, My Friend...?"

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Of all the wonderfully creepy things Rastian had ever come across, the creepiest had to be the ever chatty familiar known as the Sprite. They came in two main types, to common knowledge at least, winter and summer, and were marked either in black or white. But Razzie didn't care for them whether they were blue or orange, or friendly or nasty, they were all really freaking creepy no matter how they were presented. With a friendly, blind Alkidike, or hovering past him like a giant screeching bug, he did not want them, care for them, or think they were viable as a companion.

Then, there was a delivery route he had chosen to take one day while in Jauhar. He had bags of beads, rolls of twine, and a basket of dried meat to deliver to a Shifter woman who lived in the center of a fairly small village. She was a regular customer who often traded cloth and water skins for various craft items, things that Rastian loved to hoard. Water for traveling was very important, and almost all of his satchels were paired with a matching water skin just in case he needed it. Sure, it was a lot of extra weight, but he'd rather not chance dying of thirst while wandering from Sauti to Tale and through Jauhar on his rounds. The cloth on the other hand, was for his hobby, making cloth dolls and toys. It was a whimsical hobby that he often got made fun of for, but he adored the smiles he got from children whom he gave his finished products to. Recently, he had made a Roati doll for a girl in Zena who traveled with a band of hunters who acted as her makeshift family. They were almost always too busy for the little Youngling, as Rastian had observed while traveling past them one afternoon, and decided to make her something to give her a little comfort. The delight in her eyes was enough to make his spirits soar for the next three days, which was really saying something!

This route was known to be frequently flooded when it rained, and as per with the climate of Jauhar, it had rained the morning before Rastian arrived. The mud was thick, but avoidable if you were mindful enough, which Rastian made certain that he was. The parts of the path that weren't covered in mud weren't too far apart from one another, making walking easy enough, though not without the occasional murky splatter to the skin. Though he knew there were other paths he could be walking along that ran beside this one, he prefered the way that this one went straight through a line of trees with glowing bulbs on them, each colored a candy color. He liked how they twinkled and dangled above his head, sort of like a treat for his eyes, he supposed. It's better to find a way to entertain yourself while delivering supplies than to be bored out of your mind while delivering supplies.

As per usual, the glowing bulbs provided a seemingly ceaseless amount of entertainment for the otherwise calm young man. He could pick them off the vines to study them, or juggle them, or toss them down the path for an interesting light show. Either way, Rastian would have a blast with the little glowing orbs. Sometimes, he would hoard them in a spare satchel if he had one available, and bring them home to play with in Sauti as well. Natsu, Ogboona, Fakih, even Mycha, were all as fascinated with them as he was whenever he brought them home. It was humorous to think that even if they weren't his real family by blood, they all shared many common interests, espescially a love for all things shiny or edible. He snickered to himself while he tossed a few of the bulbs in the air, his family was a gift he'd never regret.

There was a point along the path where he had been throwing many of the bulbs he had found forward in order to witness they "splash" of color that they produced when they burst open. He tossed two pink ones, along with a mint colored one, and relished in the brightness that burst back towards him. It was a magnificent display and he could throw as many as he wanted without being reprimanded! They always seemed to grow back without much trouble, and never ran out of their "spark." It was if they were eternally growing and immortal, a thought that made Rastian smile. Ceaseless entertainment! What a wonderful thought!

However, while he was busy tossing the bulbs, he found that from time to time, one or two of the bulbs would not burst. Rather than check where he had thrown them, he simply reached upwards and grabbed another of the same color for his viewing pleasure. But as he moved further along the path, he noticed a clump of mud where all of his "duds" had landed. Something was wriggling in the sludge that held his favorite playthings, a very frail little Summer Sprite. At first the sheer sight of the Sprite sent Rastian back a few paces, until he heard it let out a cry of distress. It was injured and unable to free itself from it's muddy trap. Reluctantly, he knelt to the earth and gently began moving clump after clump of half-dry slush from the Sprite's body.

"Don't move too much, you'll tire yourself out." He said, gently tapping the Sprite's head.

The Sprite paused it's struggle in the mud to peer up at it's savior, and tilted it's head. Strange dark haired man... Not Alkidike... What is he...?
It studied Rastian's hands and blinked. Friend... Good... I need... Friend...

It took some time, but eventually the Sprite was freed from it's murky prison. Rastian observed it's near starved body and tired eyes, and felt himself feeling sorry for the tiny creature. This Sprite was either ill, or had been stuck in the mud for a few days. Part of him pondered why other Sprites wouldn't come to it's rescue, while the other asked why he should care. Sprites were creepy little bug things that scared him! Why would he care about this one?

"Come on then, can't you fly?" He asked it, lifting it's body from the ground. It was as light as a twig! How had it survived for so long? He felt his heart twinge and break to pieces...

Poor innocent little thing... Out here all of it's own... No one to help it...

He held the Sprite close to his chest before raising it up to eye level. It... It was still creepy, and weird, and... Yeah. He still didn't know if he could handle being near it... But he... He really did like this one. Something about it had changed his mind, and he wanted to keep it that way! How odd it was, that such a tiny creature could open his heart just a little wider than it had been before.

"Alright, it appears you're alone... Correct?" He asked.

Alone! He knows, he knows! The Sprite nodded. Always, always alone!

Rastian couldn't understand the chatter that the Sprite was making, but the nod caused him to frown. So, it was alone... Poor thing.

"Then you'll be staying with me, alright?" He said, placing the Sprite upon his shoulder. "You'll need a proper name now that you're with me, something I can call you by." He paused, before smiling. "How's about Echowen? You like that?"

E-CH-O-WH-EN.. Yes! Good name! It chattered, before burrowing into Rastian's hair. Nice, warm, comfortable! I will stay here!

A shiver went up Rastian's spine as Echowen roosted in his hair, but he shrugged it off. He figured that Echowen liked to be comfortable and covered, which was almost exactly what he wanted out of life. He chuckled and wandered forward down the path.

But, before he got too far, Echowen had flown back down the path, leaving Rastian confused. What was that little Sprite up to? Did he not want to stay with him after all? The thought actually made him sad, he liked how calm he was! He stared down the path until, to his surprise, Echowen came barreling back with three small glowing bulbs! Rastian grinned and patted Echowen's head.

"Now we can play with them while we travel, Echo!" He chimed.

Play! Lights! Find our way! Echowen chirped. You are my friend! I play your game!

Rastian chuckled and threw one of the bulbs down the path, grinning as a blast of color exploded before him. Then, as he turned to comment about it to his new Sprite, he found that Echowen had flown into the trees and plucked another bulb of the same color for them to play with! He patted him on the head and allowed him to nestle back into his hair.

"You're alright, Echowen." He said, throwing another bulb. "I think we're going to be good friends."
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:27 pm

Prentice Solo #2: "Who am I...?"

"There are some things that are best left buried within the soul and locked away with the torn up memories of destinies that could have been. These sensitive topics, these well kept secrets, often bring upon pain and grief when forced to the light. Once shadowed, shunned, cast aside like a vile piece of fruit left too long in the sunlight, these things flow forth like needles pinning through each of your nerves. The freedom that they experience is uplifting, but more often times than not, their release means the death of a protective cover, a conditioned shield, that their captor had coveted from the time that they were born. Forever they are blamed, these instances of displeasure, of pain and discord, for the laments and actions of those they affect and disturb.

But they are only feelings, mere memories of the troubles from years gone by. They are a part of our journey, our existence in this world, and dealing with them properly is an obstacle all of us must tackle somewhere along the road. Life isn't all about pleasure, nor is it cut clean and dry. There is no reason, no definite purpose, as to why this all occurs. All we can do is wander through each defined little stage and make our paths in the only ways we seem to know how. Those that guide us can either be trusted or met with contempt, we must choose our company wisely, or we will be met with a swift and certain fall."

He paused, his eyebrow arching upwards. His brother's writing had a habit of making less sense than originally intended. Hazel eyes calmly shut as mottled hands tossed the writing aside like trash. It wasn't for him, he supposed, that particular way of thought. Quietly, he observed Natsu, who had passed out from drinking more than his weight in beer. Who would have thought this bright eyed, bushy tailed young man could become so distraught and disturbed. He shrugged his shoulders and rose to his feet, before moving to adjust the covers upon his brother's sleeping form. Better for him to be cozy and comfortable while he recovered from such stress, he deduced, and wandered his way out of the room.

It was almost midnight upon Sauti, and all that dwelled in Mez would surely be asleep, a perfect time for a calm reflection. He pulled his boots on and gave himself a good long stare in the mirror. Did he really resemble them? Careful hands studied every corner of his face, from his ears to his eyes, down to his chin and markings. The things he had been given from Tale were cast aside to favor a more profound focus on those from his Zenian heritage. His skin color matched, as did his hair, plus his stone placement fit... But did that mean he was the son of who he was told he was?

The thought brought him joy. Zevian was his real father! Viveka was his younger brother, by at least three months, and he wasn't such a lost case after all! His mother was the one who abandoned him upon the snowy hills, not his father. A smile rose to his features as he wandered through Sauti's craggy landscape. He couldn't wait to travel to Zena and greet the man who he had pondered about for so very long! Viveka had spoken so pleasantly about all that his father was and, to Rastian, as he meandered upon the rocks, he sounded like a saint. Though he knew it was impossible for anyone to be completely flawless, he had hope that at least he was as friendly and doting as Viveka had always made him seem. Part of Rastian's soul had always wanted a doting parent who would show him how to navigate life, and now that this parent seemed to be within his grasp, all he wanted to do was reach out and embrace him!

But, time was never on his side, a realization that made him sigh. He rolled a small stone in his palm and tossed it across a puddle, the splash causing him to smile. He enjoyed the sounds of splashing water in Sauti, the vibrant colors of Jauhar, and the crisp chill of Zena's mountains. These little things brought him solace and calm, something he often found difficult to cultivate on his own. His rounds were always made up of long journeys and endless meanderings. On and on the paths would go, rolling onward and forward onto the horizons of each place he happened to be wandering to. He tossed another stone and sat cross legged upon the ground to peer up at the sky. Sauti had been the one place he could call home in this world. It was where he found a family, made friends, and watched the Younglings grow. He learned how to fish here, to swim here, and to climb higher than he had ever climbed before. Idly, he gazed back to his village, and smiled.

They had raised him to be far more than just another abandoned half-breed. Sure, his life had started fairly rough and he had gotten lost once or twice along the way, but he had ended up here. Mez was home. Fakih was his grandfather, Mycah and Natsu were his brothers, Ogbonna was his nephew, and Sangita was his sister-in-law, not someone he should fear. Through out his life, their hands had been the ones that pushed him forward, pulled him to his feet, and cradled him while he slept of cried. They were just as important as his real family. He sighed, though contentedly, and laid back upon the ground. All this time, he had been so ungrateful to them, but they still loved him. They wanted him for all he was worth and without. Nothing he had ever done or could do would make them stop wanting him. He smiled, a tear forming in his eye. Now he understood the true meaning of family.

A family didn't have to be your real parents, or your real sister or brother. An adopted or blended family worked just as well, and could be even more beneficial to who you wanted to become. It wasn't his father who taught him to fish, it was Fakih. It wasn't his mother who pushed him to be a better person, it was Mycah. And as for love, patience, and acceptance, he had been taught all those things by Natsu, Ogbonna, and Sangita. No one else had tried or wanted to try as hard as they had to raise him, and now that the entire picture had become clear to him, Rastian's sense of gratitude overwhelmed him. Despite all of the troubles and fights, they stuck with him all the way. Now, it was his turn to repay them.

He stood and wandered back to the village, a smile upon his face. He would meet his father and greet Viveka as his brother when he was ready. For now, his family here in Mez needed him here, and now, he knew he needed them as well. Just, not when they were drunk, angry, or completely out of their ******** minds. He chuckled as he peered back in on Natsu, who had wrestled his way back out of the covers again.

"Good night, brother." He sighed, before wandering back to his own tent. Hopefully he'd be back to his old self by the morning. Rastian wanted to go traveling with his brother as soon as possible, and he didn't mean Viveka.

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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:36 pm

Class Affinity Solo: "Injuries Of Mass Stupidity"

In all his years of life, Rastian had never seen such a display as this. Everything that has ever happened before this moment meant little to him as he stood upon the hill, gazing down. His eyes held concern, empathy, and fear for quite some time, before they faded into a closed position. The shaking of his head denoted disappointment at whatever he was seeing. Fluctuating emotions, something fairly common to the young man.

Mottled hands clenched around the bags he had been carrying before he had paused to stare downwards, teeth clenching. Whatever he was looking at was surely pissing him off, as his stance had taken quite an angry turn. Minutes ticked by as he seemed to waver between moving down the hill or to turn around and wander away. Did he want to confront whatever it was? Was it really the important? He rubbed his temples and sighed, a plan of action had been chosen, and he set to untying his satchels from his arms.

Frequently, he would glance down, at times angry, at times concerned. He would pause, waver, purse his lip, and fiddle with his equipment before taking another gander downwards. What was he checking on? Had whatever it was changed? He didn't know, another sigh passing from his lips, his eyes performing his classic soft, slow eye roll. Again, he wavered, gazing forward as if some sort of new found hope had been ignited. Was someone coming? Nope, he shook his head, a soft "tsk" sound resonating from his mouth. Of course no one was coming, why would they be?

Suddenly, his head jolted upwards, a cry from down the hill was the cause. He grunted, peered down, and waved his hand. Whatever it was, it wasn't a cause for a major ta-da. He faced his satchels again, his hands navigating pouch after pouch with a dull look upon his face, before another cry of distress rang out from down the hill. This time, he stood, his posture sharp and his arms firmly placed at his sides. A rather grumpy, stern look replaced that of dullness. He wasn't going to be rushed, it seemed, to do whatever the hell he seemed to be doing. He paused a moment, assuring that his message would be clearly heard, and went back to his satchels. He plucked a few small bags out of a larger red satchel and tied them to his arm, before grabbing a staff that lay among the thousands of bags upon the ground. With a quick, agitated sigh, he descended the hill, and came face to face with whatever had been bothering him.

"Quit whining, you're fiiiine." He scolded, tapping the elder man on the shoulder. He set his equipment down on the ground and aided the dark haired male towards a rock where he could sit. All the while, the man limped, and Rastian rolled his eyes. He knew it was only a sprain, nothing to be worried about, but to this man, it seemed like the end of his life. When the man was situated well enough upon the rock, Rastian went back to retrieve his things. He was still largely unsure of what he was doing he admitted, as he wandered back, though he was a assured that the man he was treating was more than aware of that.

Healing was what he had chosen to do, though he was unsure of why just yet. He knew he wanted to help others and brighten their days, other than just bringing them items and stories during his travels. His thoughts were always about making life easier and more fulfilling, climbing higher and reaching for more, why not find a way to help others do the same? The bandages and pain medicine he had obtained for his training were only the beginning, he knew, he had been through quite an embarrassing battle only weeks prior to this day. The burns he had received were still in the process of healing themselves, and moving his arms in certain ways still hurt like a b***h. Maybe fighting wasn't for him, or using a book for that matter, but healing seemed to be his calling. And he wasn't one to ignore something when it called him, unless it was Fakih and he couldn't find his pants. Then NOPE, do it yourself you crazy old fart!

After tying bandages to the man's liking and offering him a few doses of pain medicine, he aided him in standing again and lead him back up the hill. He chuckled to himself as they passed the stone where the man had lost his balance, but kept his voice low enough to make his amusement seem like a cough. He knew that laughing at someone else's misfortune wasn't wise, espescially concerning who he was now aiding up the hill. Hazel eyes peered out from underneath his cloak, which he had instinctively thrown upon his head as soon as he noticed the man coming up the hill while he was walking along. He knew it was Zevian, his father, rushing to Mez in hopes to find Viveka. It pained him that he had to hide because Viveka wasn't ready to face him after all that had happened, but he knew that he'd face one hell of an bitchy younger brother if he weaseled on him. He sighed as they reached the top of the hill and allowed Zevian to wander a few feet away.

"Father! Look over here!" His thoughts screamed. "It's Rastian, your little boy!"

But the elder man only smiled back at him and hobbled away. He was headed for the longer path to Mez, which worried Rastian quite a bit. He wavered, gazed to his staff and shuffled after him.

"I should guide you, just to make sure you get there safely!" He exclaimed, practically tugging Zevian onto another path. "I believe you were headed to Mez, correct? There's a quicker path this way!"

Zevian blinked and eventually smiled.
"You're very kind, young man." He said. "I'm glad to have such a helpful healer as my guide..."

"I'm not a healer yet, sir." Rastian replied, smiling awkwardly. "I'm still in training. I don't think I'm qualified for such complements yet."

"No matter." Zevian replied, reaching upwards and pulling Rastian's hood off his head. "I know you're going to be an amazing healer, Rastian! Just like your aunt Walvia is!"

Rastian was flabbergasted and broke down into sobs. Zevian followed suit and soon the pair of men were hugging and sobbing on the ground. It was an incredibly emotional experience for them both, but eventually they stood and walked, arm and arm, down the path to Mez. Having his father's approval gave him a huge confidence boost, which was what seemed to be what was missing in his firmness in his decision. Now all that was left was putting his plans into action.

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PRP - Zena:

And you are? - Rastian/Sin'qua

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PRP - Jauhar:

No, I DO NOT like THE HEAT! - Rastian/Biroki

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PRP - Jauhar:

I Don't Need To See You - Rastian/Dyakida

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PRP - Sauti:

Scavenging for Supplies - Rastian/Shirin

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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:40 pm

PRP - Zena:

Peaceful Silence...? - Rastian/Viveka/Gyuri

Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:41 pm

PRP - Tale:

This is why I don't come to Tale! - Rastian/Tau

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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 5:51 pm

Prentice RP #2: "To Zena!"

Words words words woooords woooooordssss wordssss woooords...

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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 2:53 pm

Prentice RP #3: "Apparently We're Brothers..."

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(Post count: Rastian - 11 posts - Viveka 10 posts )

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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:04 pm

META BATTLE:

Battle Against Biroki: LOSER

Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 5:17 pm

CLASS QUEST:

Prentice -> Healer

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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 5:19 pm

Healer RP #1:

Chance Meeting ~ Oulixes & Rastian ~

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Gaia Guilds

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