The long and possibly awkward ship ride was finally over. Yakuroro had already gathered his things and met up with Noit on the deck of the ship as they prepared to depart. The Imuchakk greeted Noir as friendly as ever, acting as though he hadn't really been trying to avoid her for the past six weeks on the ship. "Good morning, Noir. Are you ready to disembark?" The question would be asked with a jovial cheer as though the magician turned his gaze to the busy docks where sailors bustled about. In order to sweeten the idea of making a quick leave, Yakuroro leaned to the side and whispered to Noir, "Once we're on the road, we can begin your training."
As much of a hurry Yakuroro was in, he would remain patient and show no signs of distress in the event that Noir wanted to take her time in the port to prepare for the several day trail to Remano where the Historical Society's headquarters awaited them. Regardless, once they were ready to go the Imuchakk procured a wagon and some traveling supplies. The method of travel wasn't exactly fast, but it would provide Noir's beast something to rest in so it would not have to walk the whole way like it would have if they used horses. It would have been faster, but taking their time wasn't a bad thing either. The longer they were away from populated towns, the longer they would be able to focus on Noir's training.
Once they were on the road and away from prying ears, the magician would begin speaking openly with Noir for the first time since they had left Balbadd. "I apologize. I should have explained when we first agreed to go to Reim together...I have a slight...reputation in Reim's capital. I haven't been speaking with you because I didn't want to give any hints to eavesdroppers about my identity. If they knew...getting to Reim might have been a bit more tricky." A lie designed to explain away Yaku's distant nature as he thought solely of himself for the past six weeks. But it was a lie wrapped in truth. The Imuchakk did indeed have reason to be concerned if the people of Remano in particular recognized him.
"For being so cold to you up till now, I truly apologize!"
A deep bow of Yakuroro's head was made to accent his false apology making it all the more authentic. His years of being a Conman would hopefully serve him well in making it believable.
Upon rising from the bow, the Imuchakk seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, though this too was simply clever acting. Choreographed gestures to express desired body language to others.
"But now that we are in private on the road, I'll start making up for it by beginning your first lesson on using your djinn's power~"
As much of a hurry Yakuroro was in, he would remain patient and show no signs of distress in the event that Noir wanted to take her time in the port to prepare for the several day trail to Remano where the Historical Society's headquarters awaited them. Regardless, once they were ready to go the Imuchakk procured a wagon and some traveling supplies. The method of travel wasn't exactly fast, but it would provide Noir's beast something to rest in so it would not have to walk the whole way like it would have if they used horses. It would have been faster, but taking their time wasn't a bad thing either. The longer they were away from populated towns, the longer they would be able to focus on Noir's training.
Once they were on the road and away from prying ears, the magician would begin speaking openly with Noir for the first time since they had left Balbadd. "I apologize. I should have explained when we first agreed to go to Reim together...I have a slight...reputation in Reim's capital. I haven't been speaking with you because I didn't want to give any hints to eavesdroppers about my identity. If they knew...getting to Reim might have been a bit more tricky." A lie designed to explain away Yaku's distant nature as he thought solely of himself for the past six weeks. But it was a lie wrapped in truth. The Imuchakk did indeed have reason to be concerned if the people of Remano in particular recognized him.
"For being so cold to you up till now, I truly apologize!"
A deep bow of Yakuroro's head was made to accent his false apology making it all the more authentic. His years of being a Conman would hopefully serve him well in making it believable.
Upon rising from the bow, the Imuchakk seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, though this too was simply clever acting. Choreographed gestures to express desired body language to others.
"But now that we are in private on the road, I'll start making up for it by beginning your first lesson on using your djinn's power~"
- Conman Profession:
- Profession Title: Conman
Description: A person who dons many masks and makes it hard to ascertain their true intentions. The Conman lets lies flow like water from their lips and they craft stories around those they meet in order to entertain them into a false understanding.
Profession Perks:
Always lie with straight face and do so naturally. If one is to tell you aren't being honest with them, they must do so based on inconsistencies in what you tell them.
In order to keep up with all the lies told, a Conman possess an eidetic memory and can recall things with high precision in a short period of time.