GasMaskie
"Wait and Hope"
“Told you so.”
For a moment or two, the young man was completely silent. Not out of disappointment, but rather surprise. The course was simply enough, but he had figured that the penalties he had incurred would drop him into the middle of the ranking at the very least. A small smile crept onto his face, hiding his own rationalities. Ultimately, these scores did little to measure the abilities of a mage. They were simply a foot in the door for him. A measure of effort and talent, perhaps? As impressive as the chain-wielding nobleman was, his barebones run had left him at the bottom of the scoreboard.
The orphan remained silent and pensive. There was little doubt now that he'd be eligible for membership in either of the guilds. But, he'd need to try harder. Work harder. The faster he'd find magic that suited him best, the closer he'd be to that far-off 'Super Mage' status. Even as impressive as his physical abilities were at the moment, he was still a long way off from the Saint he had witnessed in his youth.
Then the sudden quaking. His train of thoughts had been derailed by the shaking earth, and he had instinctively moved his feet into a wide stance with his arms outstretched, ready to catch Elissa if she had fallen... Well, maybe he would have enjoyed that a little better if she hadn't grabbed onto a nearby post for support. The Berillan shifted on his feet once the tremor had passed, carefully adjusting the wrappings around his arms as he watched the rest of the developments alongside the dream mage.
His mind dwelled heavily on the words of the rival guild masters. And honestly, he couldn't help but agree with both of them. Standing around doing nothing when you could be doing something was just as evil as committing the crime you bore witness to at times. But knowledge and power without a purpose was something that could be historically linked to the rise of dark mages and magical developments that only served to make the world a more dangerous place. Salt brought his hands to his head, running fingers through his red hair as he struggled to decide on which guild would best suit him.
Salt's gaze fell upon the girl as he nodded and followed her onto the bus. Even as he took a seat next to her, he couldn't come to a decision. And so.
He decided not to make a choice for himself - he'd simply follow her decision. The upper limits of dream magic were something that had stoked his curiosity. Even if she couldn't do much with them in a fight at the moment, he was looking forward to seeing how she'd develop as a mage. And... if he ever became a Super Mage, she'd be one of those that he'd want to show off for, right behind his family... for some inexplicable reasoning that he chose not to really dwell upon.
"Alright! Let's go save the day! If you're going to help, then I'm going to protect you and the injured!" While not quite as loud now that he was right next to her, the young man's enthusiasm and spirit never seemed to relent.
( QuirkyAngel , Mentioned: Lucem )
For a moment or two, the young man was completely silent. Not out of disappointment, but rather surprise. The course was simply enough, but he had figured that the penalties he had incurred would drop him into the middle of the ranking at the very least. A small smile crept onto his face, hiding his own rationalities. Ultimately, these scores did little to measure the abilities of a mage. They were simply a foot in the door for him. A measure of effort and talent, perhaps? As impressive as the chain-wielding nobleman was, his barebones run had left him at the bottom of the scoreboard.
The orphan remained silent and pensive. There was little doubt now that he'd be eligible for membership in either of the guilds. But, he'd need to try harder. Work harder. The faster he'd find magic that suited him best, the closer he'd be to that far-off 'Super Mage' status. Even as impressive as his physical abilities were at the moment, he was still a long way off from the Saint he had witnessed in his youth.
Then the sudden quaking. His train of thoughts had been derailed by the shaking earth, and he had instinctively moved his feet into a wide stance with his arms outstretched, ready to catch Elissa if she had fallen... Well, maybe he would have enjoyed that a little better if she hadn't grabbed onto a nearby post for support. The Berillan shifted on his feet once the tremor had passed, carefully adjusting the wrappings around his arms as he watched the rest of the developments alongside the dream mage.
His mind dwelled heavily on the words of the rival guild masters. And honestly, he couldn't help but agree with both of them. Standing around doing nothing when you could be doing something was just as evil as committing the crime you bore witness to at times. But knowledge and power without a purpose was something that could be historically linked to the rise of dark mages and magical developments that only served to make the world a more dangerous place. Salt brought his hands to his head, running fingers through his red hair as he struggled to decide on which guild would best suit him.
Salt's gaze fell upon the girl as he nodded and followed her onto the bus. Even as he took a seat next to her, he couldn't come to a decision. And so.
He decided not to make a choice for himself - he'd simply follow her decision. The upper limits of dream magic were something that had stoked his curiosity. Even if she couldn't do much with them in a fight at the moment, he was looking forward to seeing how she'd develop as a mage. And... if he ever became a Super Mage, she'd be one of those that he'd want to show off for, right behind his family... for some inexplicable reasoning that he chose not to really dwell upon.
"Alright! Let's go save the day! If you're going to help, then I'm going to protect you and the injured!" While not quite as loud now that he was right next to her, the young man's enthusiasm and spirit never seemed to relent.
( QuirkyAngel , Mentioned: Lucem )