Merchant's Strife I [ Job | Mordecaiah / Ariel ]

Staff/Cane:

Chewing gently on the edge of his pillow, Mordecaiah was interrupted from is dream. A chuckling whited haired man was sitting in the door frame, with his same white mug of coffee. The chuckling was the problem in which interrupted the gracious beauty sleep the young boy was having. His eyebrow arching with the laughing. Montague held his cane between is arm and side, while the fit perfectly in between his fingers. Sluggishly reaching for something to throw at his adoptive father, Mordecaiah had reached to far and fell from his bed. Crashing against the wooden floor board making one loud noise, but that was later pushed out by Monty's laughing hysterically at the poor boy. Standing up, in his plain white tank up, and stripped cow boxers Mordecaiah, went and shoved Monty out the room. Irritated enough that his sleep was ended, but the laughing and wasn't helping. Releasing a deep sighing from is mouth.

Holding his head down walking over to his closet grabbing his bandages scarf. Going around his neck with it, than grabbing is clean long V-neck top, and spenders. Placing on his olive pants, and inserting his colored rag into is left pocket, next thing was his gloves which were by is night table. Moving across the room, the floors beneath him were cracking and creaking loudly making his mood worst. Obtaining is gloves and tighting them on his hands, he'd strap on his boots quickly and head down to grab a jar of milk. There was one jar left, and Mordecaiah had gotten it. Uncorking the cork from the bottle, he'd position it against his lips. Removing his lips from the jar, he'd head for the front door. His Staff Ebenezer, almost replica to Monty's staff. Placing his left hand on the door knob and turning it to open the door heading out to the stables, and fenced field for the buffalo's.

Feeling the breeze of outside was the only thing kind of calming him currently. It was sort of the afternoon at the time, and it was his plan to sleep in. He's usually a early bird, but today was his off day which was interrupted by laughter. Upon entering the stalls the horses all jumped and neighed. Mordecaiah just kept his same pace heading to the fields to tend to the buffalo's, doing a little lean to the right and back to the left. Humming away at his own pace. One of the buffalo's close to the gate was snorting and seemed on edge. Running over to the animal, placing is hands against its large bushy main of hair to calm him down Mordecaiah, saw the blue birds from his daydreams. It wasn't two far from the farm, and he thought Montague wouldn't mind him checking out. Leading the buffalo that seemed to be on edge over to the gate by the reigns. Opening and closing the gate behind himself, he'd immediately hopped on the back and charged over to the spotting of the blue birds.

Arriving behind the people of merchants, a double lance dude, and 4 swords holding people. One looked soaked almost like he had been drenched in water, but glancing over the people again the lance man seemed to be protecting the merchants. Haven't arrived behind the group of sword wielding men, Mordecaiah tapped his cane against the ground "Vandens Kolonėlė" he spoke. Blue birds gathered around him just like in his daydreams, and formed into spiraling water. The sword wielding men could hear the rushing water as they turned, but it was too late. Crashing a whirlpool wave of water against two men within range of Mordecaiah, crushing them underneath the pressure drowning them inside the water to render them unconscious.
He'd say questionably to the bandits, while trying to get a threat across to them as well.
 

word count: 500+/500
Magoi: 150/160
three of five taken down

Ability Used:

He weaved through the numerous men and women. The uncomfortable, prickly feeling of people swirling around him caused Ariel to clench his muscles and squeeze himself to make him more compact and small. It did nothing to ease his discomfort. It made it worse. Crowds were never Ariel's thing. He hated them. He couldn't stand people. He did not trust them. He wiped his bangs out of his face. Pointless; he performed the action only out of habit. His bangs fell back to their original place, just as he always attempted to step out of his limits unsuccessfully. How depressing, he realized. Such a recognition did not bode well for his determinations. He aspired to overcome his weakness - his body. Yet, he did not expect himself to achieve his goals. His history of retreating back to his comfort zone did not exactly support him.

"Almost there, Ari. Ugh, I can't wait to shake off these stupid crowds. Tch. Someone remind me why the hell I live in a city anyway?" he grumbled, his brow forcefully colliding with his eyelashes. With the entrance of Magnostadt's walls just in sight, his scowl twitched up slightly and his furrowed brows relaxed, though just barely. He let out a sigh he had not known he had been holding. His previously tense body unfolded and the Planetary Aligner shifted slightly, after having been held tightly in place. Overall, his intense attitude eased at the sight of the gate. Just beyond it, an endless scope of sky awaited him. A sense of bouncing on clouds vibrated through his bones when he wandered in the plains. The exhilarating sensation drew him to the Plains whenever the stress as a student in the Academy overwhelmed him. Or in general, the stress in life pushed him too far.

He had been away from the plains too long. The wispy breaths of gentle, cooling air raced past him, ruffling strands of hair. The scent of grass brought memories of his early childhood, the peaceful days when nothing worried him and everything fascinated him. As he left the city behind him, the chattering of people drained. The sound of people washed away. He surrounded himself in the refreshing, white song of the plains. The colors of Magnostadt were methodically clean and unnaturally dusty. The colors of the plains were vibrant, refreshing, and gentle. His eyes wore as he constantly gazed at Magnostadt - and any city for that matter. The Plains allowed him to rest his eyes and renew them. If he could and if he didn't have a higher purpose in mind, Ariel would have liked to live in the plains always.

Huh? A farm... and a caravan? He noticed bandits rushing towards the caravan. Ariel sighed in annoyance. Could they be any less careless? Tch. And here he was, thinking he'd be relaxing. Jeez, why him? Why did he always have to stumble across troublesome situations? The caravan must have hired someone to protect them from bandits, for a man about his age quickly tackled one bandit. Another magician - who Ariel deduced lived on the farm - sent whirling water at the bandits, effectively knocking out two other bandits. By this point, being only a few meters away, picked up their words. Or at least, he heard the farm boy ask and threaten the bandits. Eh, he might as well offer his unnecessary aid.

"Orbit," he murmured. Around him, the ground swirled and distorted towards four sources around him. He pointed his wand at the remaining bandits in a succession. Two orbs flew from around him, forcefully rammed into both bandits, and knocked them down. Barely heading the five, unconscious bandits around him, he, out of his fondness for children, smiled at Mordecaiah before continuing on his way. He wondered if he'd ever encounter the kid again. Very likely, considering his fondness of the plains.

Weapons Brought:

word count: 644/500

Magoi: 225/240
Stamina: 110/110