Post by Citrine on Jan 11, 2016 20:54:50 GMT
Tripping on air was Citrine's life right now. The day after he had found himself suddenly inside this world, inside Citrine, most of the time was spent trying to get used to walking. He wasn't alone in this. Many other adventurers were having trouble keeping upright. Though Citrine was probably among those who were having the most difficulty. Because not only was Citrine shorter than the girl he was in real life, he had to also get used to the different hip structure and center of balance. Boy's legs are more stiff and they also had the whole external genital problem. As for center of balance, they don't have boobs and their waists are thicker. So Citrine learned he had to lean more forward in order to keep his balance. Though, he might be making a big deal out of little differences, compounded they caused problems. So instead of falling face-first into the dirty, moss-covered streets over and over again, Citrine decided to go visit a doctor. Or a pharmacy. Or a super wizard. Whatever he came across first that would help him by at least giving him some sort of medicine.
He waddled through the city and found a bunch of buildings that, although looked old and covered in dried moss, still seemed like usable buildings for things like clothes shops and restaurants. He used his halberd as a makeshift walking stick, albeit not a very good walking stick because of the axe head making the weight of the weapon lopsided. It was useful in cutting down his spills by about 80%. He continued walking slowly until he found a small building that looked like a pharmacy. The biggest clue was the sign above the door in bright white paint that said "Apothecary."
Citrine went inside. There was a large counter running the left side of the room with shelves stocked completely with containers full of powders, liquids, leaves, flower buds, and all kinds of monster bits. One even had hundreds of tiny eyeballs in it. Each labelled in the stereotypical illegible doctors' handwriting. There was a man in the corner all the way in the back, behind the counter, with a floating ball of light hovering around him while he worked on a pestle and mortar to grind together whatever he was mixing. That light spirit thing might as well have been the only light in the room for how bright it was.
"I'll be with you in a moment." The man behind the counter said as he tapped the pestle against the stony bowl to knock the powder around.
"Take however long you need, I didn't mean to interrupt you while you're working." Citrine said, walking over and leaning on the counter.
"Well, you are also my work, you could say." The man turned the mortar over onto a sheet of paper. He used the paper to pile the powder up, lifting the edges and corners of the paper until the powder was in a neat line. Then he took labeled jar and dumped the powder into the jar. He gave the paper a little tap, then crumpled it up and threw it away. After that, he turned his complete attention to Citrine. "Now then, thanks for waiting young man. What seems to be the issue? Need health potions? Health and mana potions seem to be the only reason you adventurers ever come in here. I can't imagine someone your age needing medicine for anything else."
"Actually, I was wondering if you might have any medicines that could help me keep my balance. I feel like a fish out of water."
"Ah, there's been that request a lot today, too. I understand the gist of the problem from what I've been told. You adventurers just haven't gotten used to your bodies. It's not something that can be fixed with herbs and medicine. I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone else. You just have to practice walking. Nothing more can really help. Sorry for not being of much help."
Citrine was a bit saddened by the news. But he couldn't mope. That's not what Citrine would do! Play the role, Freya, you ARE Citrine now. He flashed the man behind the counter a genuine smile. "Thanks anyway. You're really good at what you do. I suppose I should get out of your hair then and let you get back to work." Crap, the man was bald and Citrine just HAD to say something like that...
He lifted himself off the counter, hoisted himself against the halberd, and headed for the exit. But the door opened before Citrine could grab the door himself. Someone else was entering the building at the same time Citrine was leaving. The sudden appearance caused him to lose his footing and fall over toward whoever was coming into the doorway.
He waddled through the city and found a bunch of buildings that, although looked old and covered in dried moss, still seemed like usable buildings for things like clothes shops and restaurants. He used his halberd as a makeshift walking stick, albeit not a very good walking stick because of the axe head making the weight of the weapon lopsided. It was useful in cutting down his spills by about 80%. He continued walking slowly until he found a small building that looked like a pharmacy. The biggest clue was the sign above the door in bright white paint that said "Apothecary."
Citrine went inside. There was a large counter running the left side of the room with shelves stocked completely with containers full of powders, liquids, leaves, flower buds, and all kinds of monster bits. One even had hundreds of tiny eyeballs in it. Each labelled in the stereotypical illegible doctors' handwriting. There was a man in the corner all the way in the back, behind the counter, with a floating ball of light hovering around him while he worked on a pestle and mortar to grind together whatever he was mixing. That light spirit thing might as well have been the only light in the room for how bright it was.
"I'll be with you in a moment." The man behind the counter said as he tapped the pestle against the stony bowl to knock the powder around.
"Take however long you need, I didn't mean to interrupt you while you're working." Citrine said, walking over and leaning on the counter.
"Well, you are also my work, you could say." The man turned the mortar over onto a sheet of paper. He used the paper to pile the powder up, lifting the edges and corners of the paper until the powder was in a neat line. Then he took labeled jar and dumped the powder into the jar. He gave the paper a little tap, then crumpled it up and threw it away. After that, he turned his complete attention to Citrine. "Now then, thanks for waiting young man. What seems to be the issue? Need health potions? Health and mana potions seem to be the only reason you adventurers ever come in here. I can't imagine someone your age needing medicine for anything else."
"Actually, I was wondering if you might have any medicines that could help me keep my balance. I feel like a fish out of water."
"Ah, there's been that request a lot today, too. I understand the gist of the problem from what I've been told. You adventurers just haven't gotten used to your bodies. It's not something that can be fixed with herbs and medicine. I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone else. You just have to practice walking. Nothing more can really help. Sorry for not being of much help."
Citrine was a bit saddened by the news. But he couldn't mope. That's not what Citrine would do! Play the role, Freya, you ARE Citrine now. He flashed the man behind the counter a genuine smile. "Thanks anyway. You're really good at what you do. I suppose I should get out of your hair then and let you get back to work." Crap, the man was bald and Citrine just HAD to say something like that...
He lifted himself off the counter, hoisted himself against the halberd, and headed for the exit. But the door opened before Citrine could grab the door himself. Someone else was entering the building at the same time Citrine was leaving. The sudden appearance caused him to lose his footing and fall over toward whoever was coming into the doorway.
