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owncourseWell, after one hell of a Spring Break, maybe the summer between sophomore and junior year would be a little normal. Maybe. That seemed like a lot to ask when Fabian was one of the Bad Kids-- A group consisting of an arch-demon, the Elven Oracle (who served as Oracle to All), a saint, and one secret agent interning for the heavens.
And maybe Fabian ought to feel about not being any of the above (and there were times it got to him) but he was in good company there with Gorgug, and he was learning to be happy with offering support to his friends and not being in center of everything. Like today, when he was getting back to sword training with The Ball.
There was a lot Fabian was learning, about what made family and who he wanted to be, about accepting himself, and about friendship and openness with feelings. Those last things were why Fabian had lowered his sword and stepped back. Or well, those last things and the glint from something that was around The Ball's neck, apparently having come loose from being tucked beneath his shirt.
It was the gold one Fabian had lent The Ball a year ago, what had become his training clothes along with a matching pair of pants - ones that had a slit cut in the back for a goblin tail - because The Ball had no idea how to dress properly for this sort of thing. Wearing a necklace during training might have also qualified as improper gear, really, but Fabian wasn't thinking about that just now.
The other half of that necklace, he knew, was meant for him. And while once Fabian would've been mortified to accept it, after all Fabian has learned about himself, after everything they've gone through, (and after all the times he'd thought The Ball was gone for good), that was not longer the case.
So Fabian just stopped the mock fight to grin at Riz. There was a bit of smugness to the expression but that was just Fabian's smile. ...And also a bit him being unsure of how to do this in full sincerity, now that he knew he wanted his half of that "best friends" charm necklace.
"Hey. Hey, The Ball."
And maybe Fabian ought to feel about not being any of the above (and there were times it got to him) but he was in good company there with Gorgug, and he was learning to be happy with offering support to his friends and not being in center of everything. Like today, when he was getting back to sword training with The Ball.
There was a lot Fabian was learning, about what made family and who he wanted to be, about accepting himself, and about friendship and openness with feelings. Those last things were why Fabian had lowered his sword and stepped back. Or well, those last things and the glint from something that was around The Ball's neck, apparently having come loose from being tucked beneath his shirt.
It was the gold one Fabian had lent The Ball a year ago, what had become his training clothes along with a matching pair of pants - ones that had a slit cut in the back for a goblin tail - because The Ball had no idea how to dress properly for this sort of thing. Wearing a necklace during training might have also qualified as improper gear, really, but Fabian wasn't thinking about that just now.
The other half of that necklace, he knew, was meant for him. And while once Fabian would've been mortified to accept it, after all Fabian has learned about himself, after everything they've gone through, (and after all the times he'd thought The Ball was gone for good), that was not longer the case.
So Fabian just stopped the mock fight to grin at Riz. There was a bit of smugness to the expression but that was just Fabian's smile. ...And also a bit him being unsure of how to do this in full sincerity, now that he knew he wanted his half of that "best friends" charm necklace.
"Hey. Hey, The Ball."
owncourseThe Ball having the Sword of Shadows was all well and good. Its magic spell suited a rogue, especially one as squirmy and chaotic as this party's. But sometimes it pained Fabian, seeing The Ball wield weapon with what couldn't be called good form. So Fabian offered to teach him a bit, the basics, if only for his peace of mind. The more he'd thought about it, leading up to the first lesson, the more he felt it could be fun. Not that he'd... Thought about it very often! It was simply there in the calendar on his crystal, so of course he saw that and remembered it was coming up. Anyway, there really was something nice about the idea of passing on his talent and know-how to one of his friends.
And then The Ball had shown up dressed, basically, in business formal. Maybe this would simply be a headache. Fabian gave him a very flat look-over, then shook his head. "The hell. What do you think you're going to do dressed like that?"
I will be writin' a brand new chapter
Oct. 18th, 2022 06:39 pmowncourseThe Pokegear hadn't been difficult to figure out, unlike the rest of this situation. It was very much like a crystal with a less elegantly simple design (very clunky) and Fabian had been able to record a video asking for some kind of explanation. He had a little information already. The pack that woman had given him, before pushing him out the door, contained a book that - at an admittedly quick glance - gave him some idea of how the creatures here worked, at least.
Fabian didn't see why his new dog should fight things; he was certain that he himself could handily take out any monsters that size. Plus, if Fabian were to speak candidly, he wouldn't be able to deny that these monsters were more cute than threatening. At least, this one was. It kept running ahead, stopping to bark, and then trundling back over to Fabian. Considering that, Fabian wasn't feeling scared right now so much as terribly inconvenienced.
Well, his dog seemed eager to get moving, and that was alright by Fabian. Doing nothing but wait around for responses to his message certainly wouldn't do, so Fabian shouldered the backpack and started through town, heading for the grassy path that stretched out from there.
Fabian didn't see why his new dog should fight things; he was certain that he himself could handily take out any monsters that size. Plus, if Fabian were to speak candidly, he wouldn't be able to deny that these monsters were more cute than threatening. At least, this one was. It kept running ahead, stopping to bark, and then trundling back over to Fabian. Considering that, Fabian wasn't feeling scared right now so much as terribly inconvenienced.
Well, his dog seemed eager to get moving, and that was alright by Fabian. Doing nothing but wait around for responses to his message certainly wouldn't do, so Fabian shouldered the backpack and started through town, heading for the grassy path that stretched out from there.
