Basuke

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:: PLAY . HOUSE // THE SHOP is located on the fringes of Taft, fronting a large townhouse that seems to be devoid of residents. Yet, the shop appears to be manned near constantly, even when it is reported to not be open for business. The sounds of its performer are vastly different from most other workshops, as heard by others from the ______________ outside. They are modern and synthetic rather than fantastical, ill suited for the setting. But that, too, may be part of its draw. It is a young boy in his te

purchasing: Custom Ambition Tool | 800 * 1 = 800 col | -> sent to banker.

thread closing. Basuke + 885xp | (418 * 2 * 0.7) + 300 + 400col + 5 materials + performer profession, shop, [drumloop.] Demian + 585xp | (418 * 2 * 0.7) + 12,312col + ... all the other combat loot.

r0 performer | earning a living drum loop | [#216262] | TIERLESS RARE SUPPORT SONG | HP RECOVERY II [desc.]: a basic percussion loop, made out of sounds that were not played by drums.

demian gestured to basuke with a thumb, too. “it’s cool. look, this kid’s lacking instrument knowledge anyway, so why don’t we sit down and help him out together?” “what?” hey, this wasn’t part of the deal. basuke looked to demian, devastated, as the man approached landon with an open hand. “i gotta fix my lute. you know that.” “i can fix it up faster for you. hand it over.” landon eyed demian suspiciously as he got close. but he held out the lute for demian to take it, before gesturing to basuke to walk towards him. “did you bring the materials from ear

“hey,” basuke spoke up, looking towards him for answers. “so earlier you said no instruments, just theory.” “that’s right.” “then what were you doing with mostima in the recording booth?” demian hummed, short. there was a brief pause as his eyes looked away, before they settled on basuke again, this time with a smile. it made basuke feel a little uneasy – “oh. she was recording a song for someone, and wanted me to review the vocals. that’s all.” – until he heard the reason behind it. basuke nodded, curious now. “is it someone… you know too?”

so the tip of his sword sank into dirt again, and a rumble underneath him stopped the approaching wargs from movement, figures frozen in place as they’d transitioned into a more ferocious attack. their distraction quickly shifted towards the trio, guarding their front with its body, snarling at the players. basuke seemed to hesitate. “it’s fine if i take them all down,” he asked, looking to demian for a response. “right? that’s the eradication of a whole pack right there–” “in the field,” demian replied, a hand slotted into his pant’s pocket. “you don’t usually ha

demian often had an eyepatch on, and today was no different. but what changed was that in the dark, basuke could make out a faint pink sigil engraved onto the leather – and it glowed, almost bright enough for him to see into the dark. it wasn’t a flashlight, but it worked well as a marker for him to pinpoint where his ally was, besides the green crystal above his head. without warning, demian grabbed basuke by the collar of his hoodie and flung him aside. his sword arm struck the ground tip-first. while the world was a mess of dark, earthy colours speckled with light, demian’s call o

out past the gates. basuke had searched for materials before, so he knew approximately what they looked like. so too did his familiar screech when it believed he got close to one, so after a quick dip around, he managed to find one amidst the grass. basuke held it up for demian to see – a white ball of something-or-other. “look what i got! haha, this will be a cinch!” and demian seemed unmoved, almost confused. “that’s one way to go about looking for materials, i suppose.” “one way?” basuke tilted his head. “hold on, don’t tell me you gather it by hunting enemies, too.” “no

“erm– not really.” tucking away the crystal, basuke shoved a palm across the back of his scalp, wondering if he should be concerned at all. “but– hey, you know how to, right?” his friend raised a brow. “i suppose i know a little.” “then you can teach me, can’t you?” demian looked into the distance, crossing his arms. “well, it’s not that easy…” “well, do i even need to be good at it to complete the quest?” demian squinted, as the boy looked up to him. “are you even thinking of making money off of your songs?” “not really, no?” and the question coming from bas

and the stronger slap on his back from mostima made demian keel a little, but mostima gave basuke a wave and landon a separate salute. “well! i’m done for today over here. if you two are headed out on the quest, stay safe, and play nice, okay? ciao~!” “bye mostima!” basuke returned the farewell cheerily, just as demian righted himself, blinking tiredly. after checking over his shoulder for a moment, demian turned back to landon with a raised palm. “ciao.” “oh, demian, you’re leaving already?” basuke’s question was answered by the man’s tug on his wrist,

up close, basuke could tell she had yellow eyes, pupils sharp like a cat’s, tiny fangs in her mouth and a large forehead. the woman shielded her words with a raised palm. “hey! are you close enough to demian for him to be talking that way to you?” “could be closer,” basuke said unironically. demian quickly earned himself a jab to the ribs, to which he barely winced over. “mostima, he’s no one,” the man tried to reason. it made basuke feel a little insulted, and the woman raised her finger to his lips. “ah– no. if you recognize him, and –” she looked back

basuke thought he looked almost villainous with his fur coat exaggerating his silhouette, and that made demian cool. “here’s your dye,” the man spoke gruffly, looking over the poor state of basuke’s present lodgings. the mixture was in a makeshift container – it looked homemade rather than bought. and the colour looked shoddier than the ones he swore he saw in the shops he’d visited. basuke scooped it up excitedly anyway, holding it up like a prized possession. “i can’t believe it! so soon? man, you work fast.” and demian shrugged, more interested now in the squea

quest. from the other day, it was just the two of them headed back to yogan village. and basuke had been making small talk. one of the things he noticed about demian was the fact that he had weird looking bedhead that made him look cool, unlike basuke’s poor excuse for a messy hair-do. so he was asking earnestly about demian’s routine, given that he’d obviously done a dye job. and demian merely snorted at the question. “uh, you can dye your own hair in aincrad. you know that, right?” basuke did not know that. he’d tugged at a few tufts on his head. “if i’d known soo

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residency.

storage. / inventory. quick change. weapons. slated for updates.

“... what.” whoever that was… they were smart, night had to give them that. and demian’s shocked image faded into a look of greater irritance once he realized how they were played – there was something about him that gave the aura of anger, that he should’ve known better, having done it himself. or she could’ve been reading too much into his expression. so night preferred to look to basuke, who was trying his best to pretend as though he had no part in this situation, despite being a key witness to the threat. she placed a hand on his shoulder. “well, if she ever puts up a wante

“like hell you’re in any position to barter with me, you filthy lowlife!” “lowlife? that’s no way to speak to somebody you’d just met; do you not have any manners?” “that’s not the way you’d speak to a king, either! put me down!!” basuke noticed the lines of agony growing on demian’s face, and tilted his head, turning to night for answers instead. night, on the other hand, did not have any – and neither did it seem that she wanted to. instead, she pulled open her inventory instead, as the two beside them were bickering. “did you get the item?” oh, right. that was what he c

“what was that? did you see what happened earlier?” and night had to stammer back a disappointing, “i don’t know, but that definitely wasn’t part of the plan!” neither was basuke’s pause in the fight, apparently, as night pushed him forward with a hurried “go!”. and he knew she would have his back, if push came to shove – he didn’t really need to be doing much of anything, after all. she’d told him that, and he’d believed her. with the way demian was looking over his shoulder as basuke charged forth, however, he wondered if he could rest easy with both of them present. his party

in reality, it went something more like: against a bright light that came from the phoenix’s path, trailing along in a circle atop the mountain, night’s figure, shadowed, had stopped, in time for demian to have reached out and pull his sword from nowhere, and for her to have heard, “hey! bistro said we’d get to go first, night!” to which, his best friend looked over her shoulder with an exasperated look, and a defiant statement paired with a growl – “i know.” “great, thanks,” demian returned, to give basuke a look, too. he was all cool with his scarf, and helpful, the way he lun

but basuke was bent on understanding otherwise. phoenix? cool bird, okay! there was some reason why night had decided to tag him along, telling him to show up for the cool sights – not that he minded! traveling around the castle was his thing, after all! and he wondered briefly about who the person he was supposed to fill in for was. night said he wouldn’t have to do anything; their plan was to take down the bird. and all basuke could think about on his way over was shit, how do i take pictures again? there was the thick scent of smoke, and to a trained dirt-otologist, the smell of m