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Memory 6
Memory: Negative Neutral - Meeting her teacher in knight training. (He was a douchebag.)
Regained: Day 21, Dragon (Title game)
Form: Old, tarnished jewelry (4/5 uses left)
Contents: After her grandfather's funeral, Neferti looks over his final message to her once more. She has moved out from the home they shared, finding a place much closer to her training ground and the knights' headquarters. She is already an adult of sixteen years old, and a full-fledged knight, so she feels she must get over her sadness and carry out his will.
His instructions are simple enough: With his absence, she will need a new teacher. One of his own pupils from when he was much younger, Adir, now trains new knights; if she desires further training, she should see him. He is a bit of a rough person, but she should prove herself to him easily enough.
Bearing that in mind, she enters just in time to see a boy of about her own age thrown across the room. She looks around the room for the thrower, and her eye lands on a muscular older man, his muscles made much more prominent by the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Rejected, Adir tells the stunned boy, before turning to Neferti and growling. Another one, he says. And what does she want from him? Training, she stammers back. She wishes to become his pupil. This only earns a derisive snort from him. He had figured that much. With who his teacher was, every knight-wannabe in Chetes wants to come and learn from him. Not to mention every fuzzy-eared brat with a big head thinks they can earn some glory with their physical strength by taking him down. What makes her think she deserves it?
She doesn't know if she does or doesn't, she replies. All she knows is that her grandfather sent her to him for further training.
He snorts. He's heard that line a million times before, fuzzy-ears, he tells her. What's that got to do with him?
Her grandfather was his master, she replies.
His eyes narrow, but he regains his composure quickly. And what does that have to do with him, again? he asked. She didn't think she would get in just on her family, did she? She should pack up and leave now, if she was expecting family connections to do anything. All that matters to him is personal ability. And, he adds, she is not the first to claim that to him. If even half of those who claimed relation to Isaac to him were telling the truth, then he would have been the most promiscuous man in history. Though she was the first Bast thick-headed enough to try it. Who'd believe that Isaac's grandchild was a long-haired, one-eyed Bast?
Her eye narrows back, and her composure does not return so easily. Then she'll prove their relation with her sword, she proclaims. And if he insists on denying her relation to her grandfather, no matter their relation, she will not forgive him. He grins at this, and draws a pair of swords, tossing one to her. She deftly catches it out of the air.
If she wants to prove it, then land one hit on him, he tells her. A true relation, and true pupil of Isaac should have no trouble. But if she wants to have a chance, she should come at him intending to kill. Neferti lunges immediately, but is repelled before she has a chance to realize he had moved. She returns again, striking with all of her strength, but is repelled each time. As she fights, she becomes angrier, as she feels his unimpressed stare upon her. Finally, she charges in, and with an upward blow knocks his sword backwards, and uses the weight her tail to spin herself around to continue the motion, aiming a strike at his now-unguarded side...
Until her sword smashed straight into a magic barrier, sending her skidding backwards on the floor. She struggled to get up, but he thrust a hand forward, and an electric jolt surged through her tail, numbing it so she could not balance.
He said it was a test of swordsmanship, she growled at him. He said no such thing, he responded with a bored tone. However, he must admit he did see some pale shades of Isaac's swordwork in her own (and despite herself, her heart leaped a bit at hearing this), but it was corrupted by her anger (and her heart fell again). If she wields her sword in anger so easily, he says, she will only ever bring shame to her grandfather. She must learn to keep her anger in check, or else she will be kicked out.
It takes her a moment to catch up. Kicked out, she asks?
It was a test of swordsmanship, he admits. The last attack qualified her, barely. But she had better not expect any slack, even if she's a Bast. She may be stronger than most humans, but he's still stronger than her, and has human magic to boot. Just obey him and she might become an acceptable knight.
Her fur bristles.
Effects: A lot more effort will be made now to keep her temper in check! Because she has begun to notice that wow she gets angry pretty fast. But also a massive amount of FUCK THAT GUY.
Most importantly, though, is the grandpadere and then the discovery that... her grandpa's dead. THAT WAS NOT A PLEASANT WAY TO FIND OUT. So that's sad and not good and D:. Also she learns that he was apparently a massive badass! ... And that his pupil didn't even know about her. I guess he is just that much of an asshole?
Other basic knowledge: She's a Bast, she finally learned the name of her home (Chetes), Basts are physically stronger than humans but are weaker at magic, THAT GUY IS AN ASSHOLE, apparently she used to wear her hair long? SURE WISH I COULD SEE MYSELF IN THESE MEMORIES, no seriously that guy is an asshole, apparently he just doesn't like Basts.
Memory: Negative Neutral - Meeting her teacher in knight training. (He was a douchebag.)
Regained: Day 21, Dragon (Title game)
Form: Old, tarnished jewelry (4/5 uses left)
Contents: After her grandfather's funeral, Neferti looks over his final message to her once more. She has moved out from the home they shared, finding a place much closer to her training ground and the knights' headquarters. She is already an adult of sixteen years old, and a full-fledged knight, so she feels she must get over her sadness and carry out his will.
His instructions are simple enough: With his absence, she will need a new teacher. One of his own pupils from when he was much younger, Adir, now trains new knights; if she desires further training, she should see him. He is a bit of a rough person, but she should prove herself to him easily enough.
Bearing that in mind, she enters just in time to see a boy of about her own age thrown across the room. She looks around the room for the thrower, and her eye lands on a muscular older man, his muscles made much more prominent by the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Rejected, Adir tells the stunned boy, before turning to Neferti and growling. Another one, he says. And what does she want from him? Training, she stammers back. She wishes to become his pupil. This only earns a derisive snort from him. He had figured that much. With who his teacher was, every knight-wannabe in Chetes wants to come and learn from him. Not to mention every fuzzy-eared brat with a big head thinks they can earn some glory with their physical strength by taking him down. What makes her think she deserves it?
She doesn't know if she does or doesn't, she replies. All she knows is that her grandfather sent her to him for further training.
He snorts. He's heard that line a million times before, fuzzy-ears, he tells her. What's that got to do with him?
Her grandfather was his master, she replies.
His eyes narrow, but he regains his composure quickly. And what does that have to do with him, again? he asked. She didn't think she would get in just on her family, did she? She should pack up and leave now, if she was expecting family connections to do anything. All that matters to him is personal ability. And, he adds, she is not the first to claim that to him. If even half of those who claimed relation to Isaac to him were telling the truth, then he would have been the most promiscuous man in history. Though she was the first Bast thick-headed enough to try it. Who'd believe that Isaac's grandchild was a long-haired, one-eyed Bast?
Her eye narrows back, and her composure does not return so easily. Then she'll prove their relation with her sword, she proclaims. And if he insists on denying her relation to her grandfather, no matter their relation, she will not forgive him. He grins at this, and draws a pair of swords, tossing one to her. She deftly catches it out of the air.
If she wants to prove it, then land one hit on him, he tells her. A true relation, and true pupil of Isaac should have no trouble. But if she wants to have a chance, she should come at him intending to kill. Neferti lunges immediately, but is repelled before she has a chance to realize he had moved. She returns again, striking with all of her strength, but is repelled each time. As she fights, she becomes angrier, as she feels his unimpressed stare upon her. Finally, she charges in, and with an upward blow knocks his sword backwards, and uses the weight her tail to spin herself around to continue the motion, aiming a strike at his now-unguarded side...
Until her sword smashed straight into a magic barrier, sending her skidding backwards on the floor. She struggled to get up, but he thrust a hand forward, and an electric jolt surged through her tail, numbing it so she could not balance.
He said it was a test of swordsmanship, she growled at him. He said no such thing, he responded with a bored tone. However, he must admit he did see some pale shades of Isaac's swordwork in her own (and despite herself, her heart leaped a bit at hearing this), but it was corrupted by her anger (and her heart fell again). If she wields her sword in anger so easily, he says, she will only ever bring shame to her grandfather. She must learn to keep her anger in check, or else she will be kicked out.
It takes her a moment to catch up. Kicked out, she asks?
It was a test of swordsmanship, he admits. The last attack qualified her, barely. But she had better not expect any slack, even if she's a Bast. She may be stronger than most humans, but he's still stronger than her, and has human magic to boot. Just obey him and she might become an acceptable knight.
Her fur bristles.
Effects: A lot more effort will be made now to keep her temper in check! Because she has begun to notice that wow she gets angry pretty fast. But also a massive amount of FUCK THAT GUY.
Most importantly, though, is the grandpadere and then the discovery that... her grandpa's dead. THAT WAS NOT A PLEASANT WAY TO FIND OUT. So that's sad and not good and D:. Also she learns that he was apparently a massive badass! ... And that his pupil didn't even know about her. I guess he is just that much of an asshole?
Other basic knowledge: She's a Bast, she finally learned the name of her home (Chetes), Basts are physically stronger than humans but are weaker at magic, THAT GUY IS AN ASSHOLE, apparently she used to wear her hair long? SURE WISH I COULD SEE MYSELF IN THESE MEMORIES, no seriously that guy is an asshole, apparently he just doesn't like Basts.