#ingoldentent01

Tral was wondering the Golden Ward. First he went to the edge of the city to test what he’d been told about entering the mist. Upon entering on his first step he felt the pain which had been promised on his entering the city. A few more steps and he felt in intensify. He’d always been a believer of the adage “Trust but verify” and this experiment hadn’t taken much time to verify that he was good and trapped in the city. To even try to cast WARP he’d need to become a Black Wizard and even then the rulers of this island had taken all but his weakest of spells. 

This island, however, may have access to more magic than his world did and he felt he was up to the challenge to learn this new magic with hard work and intensive study. With this in mind he was searching for a magic shop. It shouldn’t be hard to find. It’d have the standard staff with a black globe on the top of it. 

He’d walked past the place four times before he realized they didn’t use the same signage that he was used to. The shop was small and was holed in between two other larger buildings. He actually almost missed it a fifth time, but noticed a crystal ball in the window and with further inspection he knew he’d found a magic shop.

Upon entering, it was everything he was familiar with. The musky book smell and dimly lit interior, he found very satisfying. The proprietor was an older man who looked kindly at the few people in the store. He’d greeted Tral when he’d entered with a ready smile. 

“Lord BATTLER? Ha! It is you!”

Recognition flutters past disdain and awe — the red-head’s very familiar face in the growing sea of nobodies in Gaap’s path. The voice calling out to Battler first rings from out of nowhere, and only it’s in a matter of seconds that she finally comes into existence ( all too suddenly ), half-body climbing out of the hole that popped just above his person.

She’s also upside down for some reason. Beaming at her target. Like she won something. Maybe she did, in her mind.

“ Oh if it isn’t the host himself? “

Freshly arrived, Ogata’s still dripping pig blood on the floor. It doesn’t seem to bother him though, as he greets Battler with a grin.