Morning in Alne

Goldenblade is dragging ass through the morning goings on in Carmina Galdelica a chunk of meat in one hand and a bun in the other, and she's alternating between them in lieu of a sandwich. The circles under her eyes imply she's been up all night, but the determination on her face says she means to make a go of the day. As soon as she finds a place to sit down. Okay, maybe she looks confused.

    Inrit was a bundle of energy as always and was running errands for who knows who. Landers always have a fetch quest or six ready, right? In his scurrying around he does catch a familiar face which he detours towards! Shouting out a "Goldenblade, hi!" As he waves in her direction. Suddenly joining beside her and looking up at her. "Are you doing alright?"

Goldenblade looks at Inrit critically, putting a hand to her face as if she were wearing glasses, which she isn't, and sighs when she realizes that. "Hey, er ..." *pause*menu/examine* "...Inrit. Oh, I think I remember meeting you a while back. How're you doing, young man?" She of course looks the same vaguely-mid-20's that nearly everyone looks, but pretty much everyone has been told at one point or another that her actual player is seventy five.

    Inrit nods and smiles at Goldenblade to confirm the name is correct and that he isn't offended she probably forgot. "I'm doing alright. Been doing a lot of running around and getting things for people lately and trying to stay out of everyone's way where I can. Still pretty confused." He says it all cheerfully. Trying to stay hopeful even if he's still figuring everything out. "Do you need help with anything?"

Goldenblade arches a brow at the offer of help, and she seems she's about to unload on him, then sighs and says, "Nah, I've got it under control /now/. Spent most of last night forging the head-piece of a staff for Uta, and a few hours trying to work out some basic attack moves I can teach. I realized I've been spending my time making complicated attack moves, and skipped right past the basics. And worrying about the Palace Landers, but not a lot I can do about them. I trained some of the soldiers in Eas, but it took much longer than I expected."

    Inrit smiles a little less but doesn't stop. "I see. Well if you think I can help with something feel free to tell me. I don't know how to help out but I want to and you probably know better how I could. Like I only just realized how much better I am at Air magic than anything else. Well, fully understood it anyways." He seems a little embarrassed by the last admission. "I still would rather master Light magic."

Goldenblade nods sympathetically, and says, "Well, there's stuff you could help with, but I'd have to read you in to the project, and let you know how everything's been set up, and by the time I've got you up to speed and working, the project would have been done. But I'll keep you in mind for later projects," she assures him. "What kind of stuff can you do? Forge weapons or armor? Build things?"

    Inrit thinks for a moment. "Well when I was making my character I chose 'Maid' so I think I can do maid stuff better than I think I can. I love magic, that's what I really was focused on. I wanted to use healing and protecting magic most so magical shields and just calling on the spirits of the universe is something I do well. Main thing I don't really want to do is fight, especially fighting other Adventurers. That just sounds awful."

Goldenblade's face falls at that, and she sighs, "Kids today." But she nods slowly. "Maids are a bit useful. Cooking's important, and maids cook, I'm told. I could at least make rice, and barbecue, in real life, but here it goes from raw to burnt in the blink of an eye when I try it. Maids also make clothes, I think? That's what casters get instead of armor?" She of course is wearing her ubiquitous mail coat. It looks pretty heavy." She looks like she's trying to find a good way to say this, but is too tired and gives up, just spitting out, "As far as fighting other players, the Palace Landers want to kill us. About the only thing we can do to stop that is kill them first and make them respawn across the water. That'll at least slow them down. Torpedoing their ship would be useful, but I'm not sure how you'd do that, exactly. I expect you'd have to start with making torpedoes, which I have no idea about." She shrugs.

    Inrit listens and isn't particularly hurt or swayed by Goldenblade saying not much can be done about the fighting except win first, taking a moment before shrugging and saying, "well I could probably disrupt the weather using Air magic to create heavy winds the wrong way to make ships have a harder time getting over here if they have to cross water but that would take a lot of work, and time, and probably make them want to hurt me in specific so that can't happen again."

Goldenblade arches a brow, now intrigued at a thought. "/How/ much weather can you control at once?" she asks. "Maybe you, or a group of you wizard types, can make the weather between here and the Palace Lands more inhospitable. The journey over wasn't particularly nice as it was, but in a raging gale with winds going in their face the whole way would surely make their lives harder. And there'd be no way for them to know it was you that did it. If you got you and a lot of Air wizards together. Lightning smashing at their ship for two weeks at a go won't do them any good, either."

    Inrit would think for a bit looking up at the sky. Finally answering, "well. I don't know how much. This isn't something I've ever really tried. And I'm not even sure if I can do any of it. But wind is just pressure differences and stuff so I was thinking maybe an extreme 'thunderstorm' aimed up would create an imbalance and cause the wind to go crazy. I haven't tried this before but usually lightning strikes cause shockwaves, right? That's why thunder happens I think."

Goldenblade can only shrug. "I'm a bricklayer, by trade, you'd have to ask a weather-guesser that sort of business. But you get some of your wizard folks together, and see if you can't make it piss rain on Shibuya harbor so hard all their ships flood with water, and see if that doesn't set them back a few steps and slow their operations down."

    Inrit smiles and nods. "Well uh. I can certainly give it a shot! I don't really know much of anyone that is an Adventurer though. I think it sounds like a good idea." The fairy boy would get lost in thought for a bit, wings fluttering slightly. "I'm sure I can find someone willing to at least listen to my idea. Thanks Goldenblade! I'll get started on asking around!" He'd almost immediately skid to a stop and turn 180 degrees before starting to run off towards who-knows-where.

Goldenblade adds, "Start asking around in your Alliance, son. You've got a lot of Air Mages there, I think. They can probably help and steer you." And that said as Inrit heads out.