[Anon, Audio] + backdated [Action, Closed](11-06)

[rejected_trash]

((OOC: So this is late as hell, but here's a solo log so Sync isn't kicked from participating in the bounty.)
[Action, Closed]

Sync moved with a deliberate quiet to his movements; spying was a game he was especially good at, after all. The ruins had been something that he was eager to take a walk through. Treasure came first, and beating up any thugs was just icing.

It hadn't gone like that at all. He wasn't the greedy sort; but business was business and Sync knew full well that ruins were always piled with things that would fetch a great price in the right circles. Which is what had brought him, and on the first floor maybe about 30 feet inside he got his first shock in the form of a Ghoul.

"...Well. I guess Auldrant isn't the only one that has these," He muttered before drawing himself up to his full height. "Sync the Tempest, God-General of the Oracle Knights, shows no mercy!" He declared. To the ghoul this sounded like so much gibberish and it offered a grunt. It was when Sync mockingly beckoned it on did he move into motion, angry and hungry. Waiting until it was within strike range, Sync's fist rang out, delivering a solid punch to the undead before a sudden pulse of fonons blasted it back. "Reaper's Toll!" Sync screamed, suddenly whirling into motion faster than a simple teen could hope to ever move. Yet move he did, closing the distance of the still tumbling ghoul and leaping into the air to spin into a kick to slam the undead into the floor of the walkway. A crunch sounded, and it didn't rise again.

Writing it off as newly-turned, Sync continued on. Hearing the sounds of others would make him cut off to some side path. He could socialize later, but right now he wanted to do this alone. Which was foolhardy, but he was also quite the stubborn one when he had the chance. Some of the passages were tight, but given he was only 5'5" and had a thin build, he squeezed through some of the passages that had partially collapsed with little effort. The stonework spoke of things that looked like it was best for Sync to not ponder on; arcane rituals and summoning efforts to invoke powers that the teen decided he couldn't wrap his mind around. So he didn't.

While that sounded simple, he found it on his mind as he passed a relief of an Astradaemon, and then the real thing which announced itself with a trilling shriek, raking at him with a claw. Flipping away, Sync found this opponent much more lively than the ghoul as he had to keep flipping, finding himself on the defensive from an onslaught of claws, jaws, and a tail. Flipping himself into a corner, the demon slowed, purring now. Thinking it had an easy kill, it thought to play the cat with a toy. Instead, Sync grinned cruelly; the hesitation is what he had been waiting for as he channeled Third Fonons through his his Fon Slots.

"Howl O raging wind! Turbulence!"

His incantation was fast; faster than most, yet the wind responded, roaring to life. The Astradaemon wasn't killed by the countless blades of wind that suddenly slashed into it, but it was hurt. Hurt badly, and Sync wasn't one to leave a job half-way, sprinting in and suddenly uppercutting, Second Fonons coursing through himself and the attack. "Stone Dragon Ascent!" The ground ripped, shards of rock and raw earth pummeling the demon, and finally it fell; bludgeoned to death.

The fight had lured three Akatas, their maws drooling with the possibility of a meal of any kind, and they rushed Sync just to get to anything they could clamp onto. Instead Sync flipped over the trio, landing solidly and taking a stance. One rushed while the other two instead ate on the fallen. The Akata loomed over Sync as he suddenly kicked up at it, snapping it's jaws shut and stunning it briefly while he leapt into the air, flipping a vertical kick into it's chin to topple it fully.

This time, he darted between all three, launching Stone Dragon Ascent again. As they were stunned, he suddenly slammed a hand onto the stone floor, a large Fonic Glyph drawing itself out from where he crouched.

"You're dead! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--"

As he concentrated, three pulses of energy pulled the three monsters closer to Sync before he released the gathered energy, searing them in a column of light. It was a Fonic Arte only someone with the power of the Fon Master seemed to be able to use.

"Akashic Torment!!!"

There were scorches where the Akatas and the Astradaemon had been, and Sync rose, panting. Daathic Artes always tired him; he could only imagine what the Seventh went through to use them. Pushing home aside, he moved ahead, having spotted something near where the Astradaemon had been waiting. Which was...

"A scroll?" He sounded unimpressed. Taking it up and reading through it, he found he had a ritual scroll in his hands, and it looked to be in quite good condition. Hearing still more monsters coming; Sync decided this was good enough and made a quick retreat back the way he came.

[Anon, Audio]

Alright. So several people have been asking for a tailor, and I'm going to join in; but for me budget is a concern and I don't want fancy or frilly crap. I need work clothes. The more durable the better.

Also, welcome. I guess. If you don't know where you are; join the crowd. If you're the nervous sort and need to get from point A to point B, I suggest you ask for Jolly Eddy's.

[You're welcome Namur; advertising at it's finest.]

Comments

❧ audio;

[herbarium]

Ayame-san is a tailor, I’m sure she can help you with your problem and make you some comfy work clothes!

[ a lot of people were asking around for people who could make clothes; shiemi wasn’t at that caliber yet when it can to sewing but she was hoping to get there very soon. ]

Jolly Eddy’s? I’ve heard of them! I hear that they’re very good at their jobs. You work there? Ruby works there!

❧ audio;

[rejected_trash]

I keep hearing about Ayame, but I keep seeing a bunch of stuffed suits chatting her up. It had me thinking she was out of my budget. I'll give it a try.

[Though if she had offered; Sync would have been happy to give Shiemi a try.]

I'd joke but I don't want to give it a bad rep. They're pretty good, and yeah me and Ruby both work there.

❧ audio;

[herbarium]

She’s pretty lenient and a very generous woman! I’m sure you can afford it. I understand your situation, I’m short on money too at the moment. [ her voice lowers into a conspiracy-like whisper, hushed and secretive. ] I am good friends with Ayame-san, I’m sure I can get you a bargain maybe!

Ruby is very heroic and cool! You all sound so brave… wish I could be so bold. But Everglade scares me…

❧ audio;

[rejected_trash]

[He decides she's cute. If he was in the habit of actually showing his face on camera; he might attempt to be a little charming for Shiemi. However for now; he just nods, matching her tone.] If you can't, it's okay. Let me know though and I'll get you a tip.

If you need some training, I can help. I gotta train someone else, anyway... I wouldn't say brave though. [Uncaring, mostly. Ruby was probably the brave one in the group so far.]

[herbarium]

That’s pretty daring of you. [ a soft laugh, genuine and of pleasant cheer. ] I’d… like that.

If you’re training someone else then I won’t force myself on you. I can wait. But the definition of bravery is different for everyone; I think you’re brave!

[ even though shiemi could not see him, she surmised that he was someone strong. he had a nice voice. ]

[rejected_trash]

You're gonna embarrass me with talk like that.

[He didn't feel brave. He felt more like a coward just running from problems. He doesn't answer immediately, instead fumbling with his mask to slide it off; his face felt hot from the compliment. Only a handful of people had ever praised him.]

Thanks. What's your name?

[herbarium]

I wouldn’t want to embarrass you. Just saying how I see it.

[ she herself was getting quite embarrassed, and she didn’t know why exactly. her face was warm ― her only solace was that he couldn’t see it. ]

Shiemi. Shiemi Moriyama. Nice to meet you! What’s your name?

[rejected_trash]

...Call me Sync. Shiemi's a nice name. You like video games?

[herbarium]

Sync is a nice name, too!

But… I’ve never even played video games before. [ a defeated sigh. she never once indulged herself in that sort of entertainment. the life of an exorcist is busy, busy, busy. but now she had time; more time than she knew what to do with. ] Do you know how? Is it fun?

[rejected_trash]

A friend here showed me. [They didn't have such back on Auldrant, so it had turned into something to do for fun, occasionally for him here.] There's an arcade if you want to meet up some time.

[herbarium]

An arcade? That would be wonderful! You can even teach me how to play too, Sync! [ back in her world this would have certainly been out of her comfort zone, but things have changed now that shiemi realized it. she was much more outgoing now. ] Any particular time?

[rejected_trash]

Sounds good to me, it'll still be a bit of learning for me too. [It's much the same for him, since it was much more peaceful here.] Whenever's good for you; work is just a little slow as of late.

[herbarium]

How about tomorrow then? That way we can both pace ourselves. Just so you know how I look, I’m blonde with green eyes. Hopefully it won’t be too hard to find me when you get there.

[ meeting him now, despite her eagerness, would have been slightly overwhelming. ]

[rejected_trash]

Tomorrow sounds good. [It would honestly be the same for him, so time to get his head together is welcome.] Just look for green hair. I haven't seen many with that so far.

[herbarium]

Green hair? Hm. I’ll be on the look-out.

[ she smiles to herself, warm humming able to be heard over the feed of audio as she thought to herself. shiemi just hoped she didn’t do anything too embarrassing tomorrow. last thing she wanted ( or needed ) was to look like a complete idiot. ]

I’ll see you then… if I see Ayame-san soon, I’ll put in a good word for you and make sure she knows what you’re looking for.

[rejected_trash]

[He finds himself blushihng again from the humming. It was amazingly pleasant, and he finds himself wondering. He clears his throat when she speaks up again.]

Thank you, Shiemi. I, uh...

[He clears his throat again, finding himself blushing more.]

I need to get going, I'll see you tomorrow.

[herbarium]

O-oh! I’m sorry if I was keeping you. Goodbye…

[ she face-palms, running her fingers through her hair nervously. thank goodness for small favors; seeing how he could not see her completely red-faced. she sighs, and turns off the audio feed. ]

[audio]

[jadedkill]

Are you still alive and you worked in that city for a while? Color me surprised. You're much more durable than I thought!

[audio]

[rejected_trash]

Your concern is ever touching, Colonel Curtiss. Did I ever say thanks for the gift card?

[jadedkill]

You're welcome. So, do you like living here? Are you comfortable here? I see you and Anise, the both of you are doing well.

[rejected_trash]

I wouldn't say well, but I'm managing okay.

[Living as cheaply as possible while he saves most of his redbills has it's merits.]

I honestly figured she'd go with you. Guess she felt I was a charity case she needed to tend.

[jadedkill]

...ah.

[The colonel figured Anise has been taking care of him. How sweet.]

You know, it doesn't have to be a charity case. Why not make an arrangement? I am searching for a house. That is to say, I'm in the process of purchasing one, but I find that quite difficult without roommates to help pitch in to help pay for mortgage. My salary as a teacher can only pay for half for what a house is worth.

[rejected_trash]

[Sweet wouldn't be the word Sync would use at times.]

Look. I dunno what Van might have led you to believe; but the God-Generals were not some magically cohesive unit full of brotherhood. I'm a loner.

[There's a pause now. It would certainly make Anise feel a little more at home; he was gone most of the time after a bounty and since she couldn't track them like he could, he left her wondering if she would suddenly be alone.]

Tell you what. Fine. We'll do the house thing, I may not even be home enough to matter.

But Luke's gotta get off his Kimlascan Duke ass and get a job.

[audio]

[gundesign]

I'm a tailor. [Have people really been asking for them? And she's been missing this? She knows there are other tailors in business around here, but still...] You still need anything?

[audio]

[rejected_trash]

I might; you have a price-range? I have a few items I need made that'll be based around budget.

[audio]

[gundesign]

If you're really hurting on money, I can compromise with you. What's your budget look like?

[audio]

[rejected_trash]

I've got a 2000 red bill bonus from a job the other day, but that's all I got that doesn't go to the rent and bills.

[Not entirely true, but he's trying to keep some back for a rainy day.]

[audio]

[gundesign]

Hm...

[She gets lost in thought for a moment before responding:]

In order to give you an honest answer, I should probably know what items you need made. I want to make sure I'm cutting you a deal before I give you any real prices, you know?

[audio]

[rejected_trash]

Alright. I need a long jacket with sleeves I can roll up, pants, and a shirt, more or less. I need it in black, it can come with green trim or without, but I need durable material. I'm probably going to be doing a lot of moving. That's about as detailed as I can get without meeting probably.

[audio] i am so sorry for how late this is

[gundesign]

Hm...

[Let's think about this for a moment.]

At most, I'll charge 300 red bills for all of that, but knowing me I'll likely end up charging less. Meeting up sounds like a good idea, though! I'd have to do measurements and all that, after all.

[audio] you're good

[rejected_trash]

[Can't argue with the price.]

Alright, pick a time and place and I'll be there. I'd forgotten about measurements.

[audio]

[gundesign]

I'm pretty flexible with time, so it can be whenever. As for where to meet, how about my place? If that's not too weird for you, I mean.

[Better make sure it's okay before telling him where she lives.]

[audio]

[rejected_trash]

That's fine. If you have free time later today or tomorrow I can drop by so we can get the measurements underway. I've got a strict policy about not showing my face though.

[audio]

[gundesign]

Yeah, later today's fine! As for not showing your face, that's okay. I don't really need to see it in order to get the measurements done, you know?

[She won't pry. This is a client, and she's capable of being professional when the situation calls for it.]

Anyway, I live in room 105 at Garden Park Apartments!

[audio] -> [action]?

[rejected_trash]

Alright. I'll be there later today.

[Which won't be difficult since he knew where that actually was. He had checked it out and decided it was too expensive since he'd rarely be home. A terrible decision to make, but hey. At least he was there now, and rapped on the door.]

[action]!

[gundesign]

[It takes her a couple of moments to get to the door -- while the state of Tori's workplace is significantly cleaner than it was several months ago, there's still room for improvement. Oh well. Once she gets out of that section of the apartment, it's easy enough for her to get to the door and open it.

Ah. This must be the guy she talked to earlier. Not many people she knows of who would insist upon hiding their face like that, anyway...]

Hey there. [She offers a friendly smile.]