"Wow, this place is pretty big." Wallace compliments as two seniors and a terrified brunette walk inside the Dairyton Adventurer's Guild.
Many customers were eying Wallace. Wondering why he was dressed so strange, wondering what he's doing with two elderly women and a sobbing young maiden.
"Cans I's helps you's?" A Bartender drawls.
Wallace steps back and nods.
"Yes, I caught these three bandits on my way to town."
The Bartender looks puzzled. Glaring at Wallace, shaking his bald head.
"Thems two's don'ts looks likes bandits ta me's..." The Bartender grabs the portly old lady and the senile old hag's left arms. "Buts thems gots da green skulls tattoos." The Bartender eyes the brunette. "Sames as hers. Alright, I'lls be takings thems ins."
Wallace smiles as two muscular guards come over and escort the women down in the basement of the Guild.
"So, do I get a reward?"
The Bartender nods.
"You's an Adventurer?"
Wallace shakes his head.
"Sorrys, you's don'ts gets pearls less you's an adventurer."
"Can... Can I become an Adventurer?"
"Sures." The Bartender points over at the bar. "Talks ta Mary. She's wills registers you's."
"Excellent." says Mary with a playful clap. "Oh, what's your name, Sir?"
Mary scribbles down strange letters on a yellow parchment with a quill pen. For some strange reason, Wallace was able to read it, despite it clearly not being the alphabet.
"Captain Jonas will be your administrator. If you fail, you'll have to pay a fee of two pearls. If you pass, you'll be raised to Rank G."
Wallace grabs his application and nods. Two pearls as a fee? Is that a lot? He figures, after the test, he'll ask Mary the costs of an Inn and the price for a meal. That's sure to make the strange, alien concept of currency make a little more sense.
As he walked outside, he took in the view with a deep breath.
This certainly wasn't Earth. The air was too crisp.
"You there, boy, state your business!" A woman over by the stables glares at Wallace.
Wallace turns around, putting up a smile, and handing the woman he assumes to be Ms Jonas his papers.
Ms Jonas growls.
"You think you're too good to start off as an H Rank?!"
"Well, do you?!"
"I guess... honestly, I just want some money."
"You greedy, little worm!" Ms Jonas shakes her head. "Where's your honor?!"
Once again, Wallace shrugs, pissing off Ms Jonas even more.
"So... What's the test?"
Ms Jonas devilishly grins.
"We fight." Ms Jonas takes out her blade, the sharp metal directed straight at Wallace's head. "Disarm me and you'll pass the test!"
This: Wallace makes it quick. He's hungry and wants to get paid.
That: Wallace feels bad about this. She's just doing her job. He does something a little less extreme.
"Look... I understand you're just doing your job." Wallace reasons as Ms Jonas circles him.
"Draw out your weapon, boy!"
"I don't have one." Wallace points out.
Ms Jonas grins.
"Then your defeat shall be quick!" Ms Jonas pounces at Wallace.
Her graceful body twirls at Wallace, teeth ready to bight Wallace on the jugular.
"Half Age." Wallace points at the warrior.
With that, Ms Jonas falls at Wallace's feet.
A heat engulfs Ms Jonas at the very core of her trembling, paralyzed body. Like a blistering fire of a brick oven, like being stranded in the Desert in the middle of Summer, she intensely sweats from head to toe. Soaked in her juices, fanning herself by hand, trying in vain to regulate the agony that seems almost impossible to experience.
"Need help up?" Wallace gives a hand.
Her neck cricked, her back aching, knees stinging, Ms Jonas has no choice but to accept.
She grunts, dumbfounded at the situation.
"What sort of magic was that?" Ms Jonas asks in a horse voice.
"Uh... I guess you can call it Age Magic?"
"How... how old am I now?!" Ms Jonas panicky, touching her lightly wrinkled face, asks.
"I dunno... somewhere in your fifties?"
Ms Jonas looks dumbstruck as a puddle of water confirms her age.
"I'm sorry, I can't reverse it... can we stop fighting? I don't wanna make you any older." Wallace admits.
Ms Jonas nods.
"You stopped my attack. I submit defeat." Ms Jonas sighs. "Con... Congratulations..." Ms Jonas struggles to read the parchment in her hands. "Mister Anderson?"
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6