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Post by Joanna Baltas on Sept 13, 2019 0:27:00 GMT -6
Another day in the rather busy streets of Torensten. It'd been a good four months or so since she arrived in this strange world, and Joanna had managed to do quite well for herself. Ultimately, she never did find a party to go adventuring with like Faris had suggestion; there was one that she probably would have considered joining, but at the time, she was more focused on getting her bearings. If she ever saw that man again, maybe she'd consider asking if he had room for one more in his guild. Until then, she was making a living as a traveling healer and occasional slayer of undead. She especially always jumped at the chance to do the latter. Blasting zombies with Dia spells was great for venting frustration.
Of course, her friends were always in the back of her mind. Or at least, the so-called Warrior Of Light. Or "Wolly", as she had taken to calling him while on their journey. It was ironic. Everything about the man was one giant question-mark, due in large part to his own amnesia, yet he was the only one she clearly remembered from their party. She could clearly recall that the other two were there, but that was it. Trying to remember any specific details about them, regardless of how minor they were, just ended in a headache for the girl. So instead, she just pressed on. Maybe she'd eventually come across them. It always seemed like you're most likely to find something when you're not looking for it, right?
For now, Jo was simply making a quick stop in Torensten, stocking up on supplies and preparing for her next outing. The zombies swarming Metaia Temple weren't going to exorcise themselves. She was being offered quite a bit of gil to clear out as many as she could, and that place sure as heck wasn't going to run out of them anytime soon. Running down the list, she spoke quietly to herself "...let's see...potions, check...food rations, check. And plenty of antidotes and holy waters just to be safe. Think I'm re-" Her words were cut off as she proceeded to roll a Nat 1 on her perception check and walk straight into someone from behind. Stumbling backwards and barely catching her balance.
"Ah! Sorry about that! I got a bit sidetracked, so I wasn't paying attention!"
Of course, he’d heard that many times before; but it typically came from his foes, not from his own mind.
His cheeks burned crimson as he thought back to what had occurred mere moments before he’d set out onto the street. Lior had returned to the room he … occupied, with Mateus, after helping a family finish with what was left to fix on their home from the previous disaster in Torensten. However, as he’d approached the door, he’d caught the sound of of Mateus’ voice -- pained. Without a second thought (had he even seen the paper on the door at all?), the Warrior rushed through the door, sword raised in defense of his close friend and…
Well, he’d had it all wrong, apparently. Mateus had been getting a massage, and had left a note on the door that he didn’t wish to be disturbed, even by Lior. Even if he’d had time to read the note, the knight couldn’t have. He never learned how to read, or if he had in the past, he didn’t remember how to. It was painfully obvious in Mateus’ angry stare that this was simply unacceptable, and soon, the Warrior found himself back on the street.
Lior sighed as he aimlessly wandered through the street, rubbing at the back of his neck. He’d have to find some way to apologize to Mateus for his interruption, and scaring the poor woman that was with him half-to-death. He had earned a bit of gil for his assistance in helping the family earlier, despite his objections to getting paid for a simple good deed; perhaps that could go toward an apology gift?
Though, as the Warrior glanced over storefronts, he came to realize that he hardly had any idea of what to buy a normal person. For his adventuring friends, he’d simply buy them helpful supplies, or perhaps even treatment for their armor or weapons. It was much easier to take on something he was more familiar with. However, the former Emperor was a noble, and thus, appreciated the finer things in life. Would what little gil Lior had even cover such a thing? Blue eyes scanned over another window as the knight paused in his heavy tracks, observing the flowers on the other side of the glass.
Everyone appreciated flowers, right? Hadn’t someone told him that once before?
Lior’s thought process was interrupted, though, as someone bumped into his back. The weather was nice and it was after the noon hour, so it was no surprise that the streets were a bit more crowded than they had been that morning. The knight had barely budged at the physical intrusion and, in truth, he felt more sorry for whoever had managed to run into his armor. "Ah! Sorry about that! I got a bit sidetracked, so I wasn't paying attention!"
That voice …
The Warrior of Light turned around, his eyebrows raised, a spark of familiar life in his eyes on his otherwise neutral face. His gaze quickly landed on the girl who had barely caught her balance, and as he took in the sight of her, his jaw gently slacked. Though his memories of his specific adventures were fuzzy, and seemed to contain more people than could have possibly joined him, she was familiar. Her white robe, her blue eyes, her small stature. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he could hear her frustrated comments about random encounters in the forest, or giggling at something before taking off in an impulsive, fast sprint toward danger.
“Joanna …?” The name felt just as familiar on his tongue as he stared down at the girl, disbelief bright in his crystalline eyes. In all his time, traversing this land, he had yet to run into anyone from his adventures in Cornelia. Despite dreaming about them, despite the fading memories, he never knew … he wondered and worried about his friends, his fellow warriors of light. Lior felt his heart race in anticipation, hoping that his mind was not playing such a cruel trick on him.
Post by Joanna Baltas on Sept 16, 2019 4:03:14 GMT -6
"Ah...geez..."
She muttered quietly to herself. It was only after the fact that it registered that the person she'd bumped into had been wearing some rather sturdy armor, and with that delayed reaction came the pain one would expect from almost literally walking face first into a a slab of metal. Her head turned to the side just enough for her cheek to soften the blow, even if only slightly. Of course, she'd taken worse hits than this from monsters who were actually attacking her, so, ultimately, it didn't hurt all that much. Still a rather nasty shock though. Besides, what kind of idiot just stands around the middle of the street in armor. Perhaps she should give this jerk a piece of he-
“Joanna …?”
That single word echoed through her mind so loudly that it was almost deafening. How did he know her name? Not to mention his voice sounded extremely familiar. It was in that moment that she finally got a good look at the person she'd bumped into; just like the Warrior himself, she was hoping this wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. After all this time of barely finding any clues, it almost seemed too good to be true to just quite literally bump into him in the middle of the city. Especially once she'd visited on and off quite often. And yet, there he he was, standing right in front of her. She was already fighting back the tears of joy. "Wolly?...is it...really you?..."
Unable to hold back any longer, she immediately dives in and hugs him tightly. She also smacked herself against his armor again in the process. Did it hurt? Yes. In fact, the impact may or may not have broken her skin, causing a tiny bit of blood to trickle down the side of her face. But was it worth it? Hell yes. She couldn't even think of anything to say. She was just happy to see a familiar face again, after all of this time. She had so many questions for him, and no clue where to start. All she knew for sure was she was letting him out of her sight for a good while "...I can't believe it's really you...after so long...I was starting to lose hope..."
Big, blue eyes stared up at the Warrior as the recognition settled on Joanna’s face. That expression brought some much needed relief, cementing the fact that this was, indeed, the young woman he’d traveled the world with all that time ago. His dear friend, rambunctious as she was, more a warrior than a white mage in spirit at times. Her blessedly good heart shone through her surprised gaze, a glaze of tears just barely beginning to settle on top of her eyelashes. "Wolly?...is it...really you?..."
Lior smiled, barely able to squeeze out an answer before Joanna threw herself into him, “Of course it-- oof.”
True to the nature he remembered of her, the white mage threw herself so hard into his armor she nearly knocked the wind from him. The knight briefly chuckled, patting the blonde gently on top of her head in his own affectionate gesture. Though he certainly didn’t appear to be as excited as his companion was, Lior definitely felt the overwhelming sense of relief flood through his veins. For so long, he’d searched for those he’d most recently fought beside in the land of Cornelia. Having found Garland, he’d held out some hope -- yet, with each passing day, that fire had dwindled down and down, neglected and forgotten. The world was a mess of chaos, and though the Warrior of Light had wanted to do nothing but try and reunite with the people he so dearly cared for, there was so much to do. People to protect. Monsters to slay.
Never did he think he would find relief again, in being called that silly nickname, Wolly. Now, it brought a warm and pleasant smile to his face, as the faded memories of their journeys together slowly tromped their way into his mind. "...I can't believe it's really you...after so long...I was starting to lose hope..."
The Warrior sighed in understanding, putting his hands on her shoulders to gently pry the young white mage from his armor, “I understand. I, too, was beginning to think I would never…”.
The words died in his throat, as he inspected the thin line of blood that had traced its way down Joanna’s face. The knight gently tsk’d, grabbing at the cloth around his waist that accompanied his armor, wiping away the trickle of crimson. Still, though, the calm and relieved barely-there smile did not leave his lips, even as he cleaned his slightly wounded companion.
“If there was any doubt that it was truly you, Joanna,” the Warrior mumbled, humor tinting his calm voice as he kept his gloved hands on her thin shoulders, “You managing to knick your skin on my armor all but proves it. You still have not learned to be more cautious, have you?”
