Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 19, 2014 16:15:07 GMT -5
To say that Akira was one to enjoy fetch quests would have been an utterly bullshit lie, and you should feel bad for even thinking he was cool with the concept. Of course, money was money, and this listed mission was the single most valuable one he could find. So, while he hated fetch quests, he could grin and bear it. The blonde had given him a map, and he scanned it while progressing onward. The mines were not too terrible a place to navigate, but having a map that led right to the treasure was a plus. Plus, he wasn't alone. His Vice-President, Rukako, was with him. She had proven herself more than capable against the train. She was a valuable asset during the battle on the night of the full moon. All in all, he felt confident having her as a partner.
As was always the case for these trips into the Shadow-infested lands, the young man was in drag. With his hair tied into pigtails, and his glasses framing his face, he had a younger air about him. Cut his height down by half a foot, and he'd maybe pass for a middle schooler. The more he fought, the more confident he felt in regards to his clothes' safety. For that reason, he had no qualms with dressing nicely, even when going into the depths of the mines. A white blouse peeked out from a mostly-zipped gray jacket. His skirt hosted a criss-cross design of red and black, though. Below that, black thigh-highs. The one thing that stood out the most were the dull brown hiking boots. It was nice to be prepared, but it really stood in horrid contrast to the rest of his ensemble.
If one bothered to look at shoes, anyway.
”Should be there shortly. Keep your guard up.” He noted before looking over his shoulder, nodding at his partner on this mission. The girl had yet to let him down. She performed well- a good, solid magic attack unit. In retrospect, he was a jack-of-all-trades, in some ways, and it somewhat showed. During the battle of some fifteen people versus one Shadow, all he could do was buff the party and attack. Had the enemy resisted or nulled fire, he would have been useless as a healer.
He needed to grow.
As was always the case for these trips into the Shadow-infested lands, the young man was in drag. With his hair tied into pigtails, and his glasses framing his face, he had a younger air about him. Cut his height down by half a foot, and he'd maybe pass for a middle schooler. The more he fought, the more confident he felt in regards to his clothes' safety. For that reason, he had no qualms with dressing nicely, even when going into the depths of the mines. A white blouse peeked out from a mostly-zipped gray jacket. His skirt hosted a criss-cross design of red and black, though. Below that, black thigh-highs. The one thing that stood out the most were the dull brown hiking boots. It was nice to be prepared, but it really stood in horrid contrast to the rest of his ensemble.
If one bothered to look at shoes, anyway.
”Should be there shortly. Keep your guard up.” He noted before looking over his shoulder, nodding at his partner on this mission. The girl had yet to let him down. She performed well- a good, solid magic attack unit. In retrospect, he was a jack-of-all-trades, in some ways, and it somewhat showed. During the battle of some fifteen people versus one Shadow, all he could do was buff the party and attack. Had the enemy resisted or nulled fire, he would have been useless as a healer.
He needed to grow.