OUTCAST-YTTRI

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gardenfae

ruxiel nodded vigorously, lights flickering in his eyes.   “   that’s the plan !  i feel so sad seeing flowers wilting...   “   he sighed, huffing as he stared at the flower petals stuffed inside his backpack.   “   i just wish they could live forever, or just live more than me.   “   the lad smiled, tilting his head.    “   aaa ! that’s utterly impossible, not even regarding my skills as an alchemist yet...   “   he puffed his cheeks, showing how displeased he is with his alchemy skills yet upon hearing the compliment, he averted his gaze, ears reddish and cheeks tainted red.  “    t-that’s impossible !  i can only d-dream about such thing. hmp.    “    he huffed.

OUTCAST-ICHI

shuichi hoisted a brow, a tiny frown imposed on his insipid face. “hm?” he blurted out, scratching his chin. “oh, so it’s not you.” the lad grinned, shaking his head. “you know, sparring, exchanging ideas through battle.” he smiled.

OUTCAST-ICHI

clouds driven by a chilly winter breeze rolled overhead. moving with the shifting shadows, shuichi sidestepped the dark patches of the buildings' masonry, then scrambled leewards towards the spot where the beams of the moon hits directly. the lad possessing a flowing jet black hair shone his gleam, momentarily walking before speeding up his tracks whilst a mischievous smile filled his insipid face.
          
          he then performed a cartwheel using one hand and landed perfectly on his feet. something from somewhere resonated in the wind, alarming shuichi that his eyes does not lied to him. he bit his lower lip, emplacing his hands on his pocket as he casually walked towards the stranger, lips slightly puckered and uttered; "ey, you seem alone! wanna spar?" he grinned.

gardenfae

ruxiel shrugged.  “   if i actually can succeed making two or three i couldn’t have gone making that many just to waste these beautiful flowers.   “   the lad smiled softly, picking up a petal and put it in the middle of his palm before blowing it away and watched it to be carried by the gushing wind.
          
          the lad nodded, chortling softly.  “  both our classes have their own flaws and advantages—without you guys fighting at the front we, mages, are all doomed to fall; that’s why i am thankful for you guys a lot !  “  ruxiel chuckled.  “   making potions are only great when they don’t fail and actually work—besides becoming immortal is just... i dunno ?  my mother said, an immortal potion is a myth. only those who are blessed by the alchemy god can do it which is about.... 0.1% of our population ?   “

gardenfae

ruxiel bursts into laughter upon hearing the question, he shook his head as he put his backpack in front of him and opened it.   “  how can that be ?  i couldn’t even succeed making a salve !   “   he chortled, still finding the question funny.   “   i got the explosion-proof thing after i blew my mixups for the thirty seventh time without wearing safety measure.   “   he enunciated, chuckling as he recalled the memory.   
          
          “   though... wearing safety glasses, gloves and the proper clothe would left you unscathed—i didn’t wore them until my thirty ninth try.    “  ruxiel said, looking impassive.    “   woah ?!   a assassin ?! that’s so amazing !   “

gardenfae

ruxiel nodded with determination.  “  i can make one soon !  it’s also the sole reason why i have these flower petals today... just that... i’ve forgotten about it because it reminded me of my childhood... hehe.  “   he chuckled softly, shaking his head.   “  fret not sir yttri !  rui has been explosion-proof ever since he failed at doing alchemy !  “  he said proudly, as if failing alchemy is something to be proud of.   “  eek ?!  you get hurt everytime ?!   what’s your class good sir ?  “ asked ruxiel curiously.

gardenfae

ruxiel pouted.  “   hey !  i really do make potions !   “ he huffed.    “   it’s just that none of them can be used yet...   “ the lad averted his gaze, ears turning red as he waved his hands hastily.   “   i-it doesn’t matter yet !  i’ll succeed making one soon as a mage, potions are necessities  !   “  he stated, stammering as he puffef his cheeks once again.