Post by Avalon on Feb 24, 2015 10:36:13 GMT
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Avalon felt it was time for her to learn how to build her very own stone sculpture. Recently, she has been intensely concentrating on leveling up her main class as an assassin to prove that she was not a weak female adventurer and gain more opportunities to go on higher leveled quests and missions, hopefully with good drops included. Earlier in the morning, she had observed a dark skinned slender young man who was tolling away in building a sculpture slowly transforming the lifeless object into a lifelike penguin in the outskirts of the city. She doubted that the sculpture was actually for him since he didn’t seem like the type to appreciate cute things. It was most likely for a customer of his. She hoped that he didn't mind a watcher and it seemed that he didn't even notice her presence until he suddenly spoke up. Avalon wasn't quite sure if it was her he was addressing to but there obviously wasn't any other person around, only greenery and large trees flowing with the wind. He had a gruff and raspy voice so he had startled her for a moment as it caused her to stutter slightly in acknowledgement. As if he was psychic and knew what she was thinking, he put down his carving materials and asked her if she was just going to stand there or learn. She felt intimidated by his gruff tone of voice that made it seem to her that he was irritated with her actually being there and seemingly hovering over him.
“Well, do you want to learn or not?” the slim adventurer questioned sharply, with a gravelly tone of voice making him seem rougher than he actually looked. With a wobbly voice, she nodded her head and said yes even though the higher leveled artisan exuded a strict and scary vibe about him. But maybe the prospect of him being the one to initiate the learning experience and his strict behavior was a good sign. At least it saved her the trouble and nervousness of interrupting the young man’s project. Suddenly, he swiftly turned around back to his work bench and underhandedly threw her oversized black googles to her. Normally, she would have stumbled a few steps back to catch the darn thing. But she had recently increased her leveling and finally made it a point where she had more confidence in herself not as an adventurer but as for herself, Avalon or Scarlett. Her lips curved upward slowly in satisfaction of her ability to easily catch it. Observing the googles, her mouth turned upside down in the inspection. It looked like would fit almost half of her face and contained chips of extra stone on the front side of the googles. She almost thought her hands were becoming clammy with nervousness but the realization was disturbing and gross. It was definitely the young man's sweat.
With that in mind, her face twisted into disgust with the lingering scent of rancid and staleness. "Just wipe off the chips with the towel," he stated, too nonchalantly for her likes, "It's on the counter on the left," pointing causally in the direction. She'll be able to get through this even with some difficulties that she had to deal with. It was a mountain she needed to climb gradually with her carrying a baggage leading up to even smaller hills and finally a smooth walk. With eyebrows pointing upwards, she took a deep breath in resignation and walked with purpose toward the counter. There was a flicker of curiosity and surprise, noticing the crafting tools all outlined neatly and organized on the tall wooden countertop. The small brown rag had several darkened blotches, which made her wonder if he had been of a different crafting class before becoming an artisan class. Maybe it was charcoal? "It's clean," the young man commented out of nowhere. Avalon stiffly nodded and hurriedly walked back to the young man so she could already begin learning how to create a sculpture made out of stone. She didn't want him to think she was wasting his time. He handed her a hair tie and she gratefully accepted the offer, "Thanks," as she flipped her head and tied up her thick matted wolffish hair into a tight ponytail. Sometimes she would become irritated with her thick hair, one of the downsides of the race her cousins had chosen for her though she thought the physical combat bonuses helped.
“Well, do you want to learn or not?” the slim adventurer questioned sharply, with a gravelly tone of voice making him seem rougher than he actually looked. With a wobbly voice, she nodded her head and said yes even though the higher leveled artisan exuded a strict and scary vibe about him. But maybe the prospect of him being the one to initiate the learning experience and his strict behavior was a good sign. At least it saved her the trouble and nervousness of interrupting the young man’s project. Suddenly, he swiftly turned around back to his work bench and underhandedly threw her oversized black googles to her. Normally, she would have stumbled a few steps back to catch the darn thing. But she had recently increased her leveling and finally made it a point where she had more confidence in herself not as an adventurer but as for herself, Avalon or Scarlett. Her lips curved upward slowly in satisfaction of her ability to easily catch it. Observing the googles, her mouth turned upside down in the inspection. It looked like would fit almost half of her face and contained chips of extra stone on the front side of the googles. She almost thought her hands were becoming clammy with nervousness but the realization was disturbing and gross. It was definitely the young man's sweat.
With that in mind, her face twisted into disgust with the lingering scent of rancid and staleness. "Just wipe off the chips with the towel," he stated, too nonchalantly for her likes, "It's on the counter on the left," pointing causally in the direction. She'll be able to get through this even with some difficulties that she had to deal with. It was a mountain she needed to climb gradually with her carrying a baggage leading up to even smaller hills and finally a smooth walk. With eyebrows pointing upwards, she took a deep breath in resignation and walked with purpose toward the counter. There was a flicker of curiosity and surprise, noticing the crafting tools all outlined neatly and organized on the tall wooden countertop. The small brown rag had several darkened blotches, which made her wonder if he had been of a different crafting class before becoming an artisan class. Maybe it was charcoal? "It's clean," the young man commented out of nowhere. Avalon stiffly nodded and hurriedly walked back to the young man so she could already begin learning how to create a sculpture made out of stone. She didn't want him to think she was wasting his time. He handed her a hair tie and she gratefully accepted the offer, "Thanks," as she flipped her head and tied up her thick matted wolffish hair into a tight ponytail. Sometimes she would become irritated with her thick hair, one of the downsides of the race her cousins had chosen for her though she thought the physical combat bonuses helped.
CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS
