Aftermath of the Ball

[fightingofthespirit]

[private, hackable to friends]
Cless Alvein.  Mint Adnade.  Arche Klaine.

And with these names, faces and a memory.  A young man, blonde, dressed in gleaming white armor and a red cloak.  He is kneeling, smiling encouragingly to the girl lying at his feet, the two of them before a massive tree, so large that its branches seem to fill up the entire sky.  She wears the cap of a healer, a jewel-tipped staff held in her hands as tears run down her face.  All branches of magic are forbidden to the full-blooded human, but nonetheless, the staff glows with power, and I am convinced that she has just performed a miracle.  A short distance away is an elf -- she claps her hands together as she stares at the tree, bouncing atop a broomstick hovering 6 feet in the air.  A stereotypical image of a witch, but she is far too cheerful.  Her hair is a ridiculous shade of pink.

I stare in awe at the tree as well, a book lying open in my hands.  Not one of my summoning tools -- The page lies open to a sketch of the tree in question.  And a name.  Yggdrasil.

These . . . I suppose they were my friends.

[public]
I appear to have received yet another ring as my 'item from home'.  Fair enough, I suppose, though this one appears to be quite a bit different.  It might just be a ring.  Nothing special about it at --

[There is a sudden whoosh sound and an outraged cry following immediately after.]

AAAAAAAAUGGGH!  FIRE!  AGAIN!  must . . . roll away . . . from precious . . . research . . .

[There is a thumping sound as Klarth stops, drops, and rolls out of his room and down several flights of stairs.]

((3% from Memory Raffle used on the names and appearances of his first three party members.  1% from Tanabata used on the resurrection of Yggdrasil.  9% memory regain total.  Klarth has received the Sorceror's Ring, which shoots energy that tends to set things on fire and which should be familiar to some of the other Tales characters.))

Comments

[whitened-one.livejournal.com]

*Some mad laughter that text can do no justice to.* That's nearly too pathetic for words, you know.

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

Graew,.mekrdkljwekr,m.,..........

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

[Erk was going to be off to something! However, any more thoughts are abandoned when someone goes rolling down the stairs. On fire. He ran back to the room, grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and dashed after him.]

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

[Oh hai still on fire. If stop drop and rolling is a part of home ec, Klarth would win Teacher of the Year.]

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

[And so Erk did the next best thing of drenching the person on fire.]

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

*Fwoooooosh!*

. . . *splutter cough*

Ahh. Hello Erk. Lovely morning.

*collapse*

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Just how does someone light themselves on fire several times?

And do I need to get a healer?

[deathly-origami.livejournal.com]

Mr. Klarth! Are you alright? Do you require medical attention?

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

Aqueous attention may be preferable.

[deathly-origami.livejournal.com]

R-right. Be right there.

[Have a papermaster rush over and douse Klarth with a large bottle of water.]

Um. Better? I hope.

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

. . . *splutter*

Err. Actually, Erk already -- Never mind. Thank you, Yomiko. Much better now.

[He takes off his hat and forlornly shakes it a few times. The tip droops over.]

[deathly-origami.livejournal.com]

Oh, um... terribly sorry, Mr. Klarth. But I'm very glad to see that you're not badly hurt! What on earth happened exactly?

[etherbow.livejournal.com]

A-are you okay??? Can I get you anything???

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

An extra life?

[etherbow.livejournal.com]

...Ah, I don't think I can do that.

Um, I can get you a healer?

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

I think I'll be alright now, thanks.

Ahh. Hmm. I believe I've seen you in class before . . . although you left fairly quickly.

[etherbow.livejournal.com]

Ah...Apparently I was here before. I don't remember it, though, I'm sorry!

[fixmyresolve.livejournal.com]

Uh... h-hey... haven't I seen that ring somewhere before?

Hrmm...

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

((I am a terrible person who forgets to check posts.))

. . . Uhh. I don't know. Have you?

[fixmyresolve.livejournal.com]

[Scratches his head.] Yeeeahhh... possibly.

Oh right! I had some jewelry with me when I first got here! Maybe that's why. Er... there was a locket and a ring, but I think the locket's door is stuck 'cuz I can't get it to open no matter how much I try. If my dad was here, I bet he could fix it, but I don't have the right tools to do it myself.

((OOC: Obviously Conveniently avoiding spoilers.))

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I wish I could help, but I don't think I'm that good with my hands. This ring reminds you of the ring you originally came with, then?

[biggestgun.livejournal.com]

A-are you all right?

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

I'm fine now . . . Thank you.

[biggestgun.livejournal.com]

That sounded like a rather painful roll, though...

[shoukanjutsu.livejournal.com]

It, umm. Was. But I've taken so many bumps and bruises now that it's simply a matter of crawling to the healer's and I'm good as new, haha. Ha.