"I shall not be a memory..."
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Post by zantetsuken on May 22, 2014 2:57:14 GMT
ITTOU SENSO Zantetsuken's Shoin-Zukuri
St. Pancras Station was almost mistaken for an abandoned train depot for Ittou. It was simply beyond recognition. He couldn't exactly tell where the corroded railings leads to. And whether or not that factory looking structure were where they did the repairs on the trains. He just didn't have a clear line of sight to see any of the locomotives around. Blocked by the makeshift structures and shelters of the occupants who decided to use the spaces here for work, mainly on crafting. Agreed that it's not a bad idea, the Samurai planned to use a space for himself as well.
So he chose an enclosed area to start his work in. It'll definitely need some remodeling but until he'd got to a higher level and a much deeper pockets of gold coins, this little shack would suffice.
Sitting cross-legged, he retrieved three out of six level one materials from his inventory. He then dragged the bucketful of water from a corner of the shack, probably filled with rain water, closer to him before he soaked the three pieces of Old Paper into it. As he did so, there was a faint glow of light as the fibers started to merge together. Carefully, Ittou pressed them against each other, flushing the edges and corners, ensuring they were all in line. As the light faded, he gently lifted it up from the bucket and left it on a flat surface for it to dry. The whole process was somewhat magical. A couple of hours later, it was dry and ready to be used.
[Word Count: 262]
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"I shall not be a memory..."
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Post by zantetsuken on May 22, 2014 17:21:14 GMT
ITTOU SENSO
His face lighted up with satisfaction. Happy with what he'd made. Although it wasn't an impressive piece of work, it's still something new for the man. An accomplishment somewhat. But he wanted to do more. Wanted to quickly raise its level so he could try his hands at something where people would acknowledge. Where it was praiseworthy.
So Ittou pulled out the remainder materials from his inventory, using up all three. He set the Old Quill and the two Old Ink down before him. Carefully, he started crafting on them. His digits working meticulously on the quill, stroking the feathers and dipping it into the ink occasionally to bring out its final product. And just like before, there was a faint glow on the items as everything became one.
If only things were this easy in the real world, then mankind would have invented something new. And at that thought, it struck him. That it might be possible to invent something fresh and new in this world that have either already existed as well as those yet to be discovered in the real world. Staring at the completed craft in his hand, he pondered on exactly what he could achieve with the current subclass. On what a Scribe could do. And could this Quill Pen be the key to unraveling what the future of Unfounded Kingdom would bear? Would he be able to change things from the way they were right now with it? Without him even realizing it, they then became his goal.
[Word Count: 254]
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"I shall not be a memory..."
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Post by zantetsuken on May 23, 2014 15:48:13 GMT
ITTOU SENSO
The Samurai stared at the completed crafts before him. But before he began working on another project with them, he spotted some movements from the corner of his eyes. Ittou turned to look. His head then tilted with interest at what he saw. There, on the wall right next to him crawled a lizard the size of his palm. It was green with a crown of red rock jutting out of its head, spine and the tip of its tail. He'd never noticed such a creature before. Hadn't even imagined there could be any type of harmless wild life other than those outside the city. For a moment, he admired the little thing, awed by the crystal-like rocks that grew from it.
It wasn't named nor do they have a life and mana bar atop their head. For once, he'd seen something sort of natural. Ittou smiled as the creature climbed higher. It didn't seemed one bit disturbed by his presence there. Almost appeared like any common house gecko would behave.
A moment later, his focus returned to the Parchment Paper and the Quill Pen in front of him. He then took a glance at the minimap from his HUD and then portraying it unto the paper. Diligently, he started copying the details, mentally walking through the areas he'd been to and filling up whatever he'd seen. At a glance, the man wouldn't believe the half finished product was his doing. Although it's not of high quality, it was still within comprehension.
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"I shall not be a memory..."
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Post by zantetsuken on May 26, 2014 18:07:11 GMT
ITTOU SENSO
All the man had to do now was gently press the tip of the Quill Pen unto the paper. Its ink slowly spreading away from the point, forming lines and shapes as it somewhat burn the paper outward in a magical glow. He then did the same on a few more areas, joining the puzzles together and making it more detailed. Then he grid the map and completed it with an arrow pointing North. He even inserted his own initials; "一刀" (Ittou) in the bottom right corner.
Sitting back, he stared at the finished craft. Just then, the lizard he'd earlier seen fell right onto his lap. It looked up at the Samurai and then turned its head towards the map as if acknowledging the man's handwork. Ittou smiled and brought his hand in front of the creature. Casually, it climbed up into his palm.
Quite a friendly fellow aren't you? Thought the man.
And as if one encounter with a harmless life form wasn't enough to make his day, he heard something else by the window. A song. Sung by what he was sure to be a bird of some kind. The Samurai turned to look and saw another green creature stooping on the ledge of the window sill. Indeed, it was a bird. And almost just like the lizard in his hand, was colored with both green and red with a yellow beak distinctly shaped like a miniature trumpet.
So there's life here in Unfounded Kingdom after all. Wild life, that weren't exactly out to kill us nor could we attack them. He wondered what'll happen if one were to keep them as pets. Would it be the same as those Tamers subclass?
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