#barabado

[fourstardaydream]

barabado said: Ah, yes. [draws his lips into a thin line and nods] Bado is… certainly the name. Easy to make fun of. [sighs] Well. It’s nice to meet you, even on these terms. I don’t think I caught your name though, miss…?

[Scratches her cheek before shrugging] I don't like my name, that's why I use a different one. [Grins] But I don't think Bado is a bad name or anything. It's nice to meet you as well. I'm Molly. [Sticks her hand out for a shake]

[unafreyed]

Glitta Alriggght, She's that Much Closer to Becoming Near-Invincible || Bado and Frey

Frey doesn’t sleep much when she was excited about something, and so the night that she had found the two Glitta Augites needed to make her soon-to-be precious Emerald Edge proved getting some shut eye to be a challenge. But she guessed she dozed off at some point, because one moment she had been captivated by the glow of the stones from across the room – and the next, the shine in Vishnal's eyes had told her it was time to get up.

Usually reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed, Frey surprised the butler by greeting him with a cheerful, "Good morning!", and promptly ushering him out of her room afterwards. She went through her usual morning routine -- brushing her teeth, getting dressed, and putting her hair in her signature pigtails. (They were a bit lopsided today, but frankly she could care less. There were greater, more important things to do later on.) Eating a quick bowl of cereal, she was out the door as soon as she had cleaned up after herself. 

It seemed as if yesterday's typhoon had never happened -- the sun was shining, alone in a vast pool of solid blue. Frey greeted passing townspeople with nods and waves as she made her way towards the smithy, excited to, well, rub it in a certain lazy blacksmith's face that she had found the rare stones.

Approaching the steps of the shop, she swung the door open and did not hesitate to make her arrival apparent, cupping her mouth with her hands and inhaling deeply before she spoke, or rather, yelled:

"Hey, Bado! Guess what I've got to show you?~"

[unafreyed]

The Quest for an Emerald Edge: Part I

The morning air was cold, crisp, and thin, making Frey wish she had come here wearing more than just her flimsy nightgown. Greedy mosquitoes bounced off her bare skin, leaving with full and satisfied stomachs. She grumbled, swatting at the pests with displeasure. If Bado had had the weapon in stock in the first place, she’d be in bed, sleeping soundly. Alas, they had made a deal — a beneficial one for Frey at that — and all good things came with a price…

"Twenty minutes west and another twenty east of Obsidian Mansion’s main entrance," was what the man had told her. This had to be it. Frey had been scouring the whole town for these so-called “Glitta Augites.” It’d taken her weeks, but an aging tourist had told her about a tree that produced the rare stone in sparse amounts. Its seeds could not be found in at any of the stores in Selphia, but there was a lone tree that you could occasionally harvest them from.

Frey approached the tree with slow bounds, her head craning to see within its branches as soon she was under its shadow. She could see nothing but leaves, and the sheer height of the tree made her feel dizzy, as if she was actually suspended that high up in the air. She forced herself to look down at its thick, bare trunk, and began to wish that the man had told her more. How was she supposed to get the seeds if she didn’t even know what they looked like? And how could she be so sure that this was where they were? Actually, now that she thought about it, the man could’ve been lying about the whole thing in the first place…

Frey shook her head, trying to decimate her doubts. She had absolved to do this; there was no backing out now. She would just… try as many methods as she could until the seeds showed up. It would be a slow process, and she probably wouldn’t make it back before Vishnal woke up and freaked out to see that the princess was nowhere to be found like she had hoped, but she had to get these seeds before she left, no matter what.

There was no way Frey would climb all the way up to check for the seeds, and she had already confirmed that there was nothing on the bark of the trunk, so the only thing left was for her to look below.

Doing precisely that, she saw… nothing. Just patches of dirt and grass. She bent down, using her bare hands to dig deeper into the ground. However, all she found were a few thin twigs and a worm squirming about – far from what she had wanted to unearth.

Sighing, Frey stood upright, dusting her soiled nightgown.

She stood with a hand on the tree and leaned against its trunk, a petulant frown on her face.

This was ridiculous.

Frustration mounting, she gave the tree a swift kick, only to be hit in the head with… a sack?

Looking up, her previous view of the tree had not changed. There was no sign of where or who the bag came from – only a seemingly-endless abyss of leaves.

Frey bent to pick it up, and to her surprise there was a label on it:

“SHINING SEEDS.”

This was… odd. She had never heard of such a thing before; could these be what the man had been talking about?

Deciding that there was not a moment to waste, she quickly made her way back home. Upon arriving, she snuck over to the castle’s backyard and found a spot she had deliberately left empty for this moment, praying to the gods that this was it. It had to be.

--

It had been a few weeks now and the tree had matured to about the size as Frey, its trunk thin but sturdy. Truthfully, it probably would have taken over a month to fully grow, but she had gotten impatient, and used a couple bottles of Formula C on the soil. It was well worth it, seeing the fruits of her labor right in front of her. The only problem now, was… she had no idea how to harvest the Glitta Augites.

For the second time that month, Frey found herself wishing that the man had provided her with more information. Was she supposed to just shake the tree, like last time? She shrugged, trying just that but yielding no results. There were no signs of the stone in the branches, or on the ground either… What was she to do?

Sleep on it, ended up being her answer. She had stood by the tree till sunset, trying to formulate a plan to get the precious stone. Alas, weariness had eventually overcome her, and she gave in to her body's need for rest -- for today, at least.

"Good morning Princess," Vishnal had said the next morning, his voice straining to be heard against the howling wind from outside the thick castle walls.

Frey managed to get out a sleepy “G’mornin,” before realizing just what kind of weather was outdoors. No one had told her that there would be a bad storm, and she had been too caught up in this deal to pay attention to the menacing, grey clouds that had been looming towards Selphia the past couple of days-!

She shot up from her bed before Vishnal could get another word in, her unbrushed hair whipping against the violent gusts of air and bullets of rain coating her skin.

Turning her head to locate the tree she had worked so hard to grow these past couple of weeks, Frey saw that the thin trunk of the tree had broken in half and its upper half was now lying on her field, forlorn. The sight earned a distressed cry, lost in the screeching weather. She ran towards what used to be the tree, hoping she could salvage whatever was left of it. However, as soon as she reached its remains, she noticed a strange stone emitting a strong light – two, actually, lying on the ground next to the sad sight of her plant. She picked both stones up, weighing them in each palm.

Could these be…?

They looked like them, the Glitta Augites she had seen in one of Kiel’s books. And just like the book had said – there was a glow about them like no other.

These were unmistakably it.

Frey let out an excited yelp, forgetting about the snapped-in-half-tree as she ran back inside the castle.

She did it; she was 3/5ths of the way towards obtaining an Earnest Edge.

[dwarven-smithy-blog]

/enters the Sharance smithy, a large sack of coins in his hand/ Ahh... hello? Raven? You in?

*He’s organizing some of the display shelves when the man enters. He turns, about to speak, when he gets a good look at the man. The features in question— the clothes, ears, height— are taken note of a quick moment before the confusion sets in. Those were no elf ears, and yet this man couldn’t be shorter than six and a half feet! Blinking, hoping he hadn’t been quiet for too long, he stammers quickly:* Ah, s-sorry, Raven’s not in right now. *Regaining his composure, he offers a smile, noticing the sack of coins.* If you’re here to pick up an order, I can help you with that.

[forteissimo]

/walks out of the dance hall, a small box under his arm. Sees the knight and walks up to her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder/ Hey, Forte. Got something for you.

/Stands around, keeping a close eye on her surroundings… except for behind/ …?!

/Feeling a sudden tap on her shoulder, she reaches for her sword and swings it/ HYAAhwha?

/Stopping her sword immediately just inches away from his arm, she blinks several times before retracting her sword and straightening her pose/ Oh goodness, I-I’m so sorry, Bado! I didn’t mean to nearly strike you down…! Er, huh? You… have something for me?

[unafreyed]

Dancing Dwarf and Puzzled Princess || Bado and Frey

barabado replied to your post “Rejuvenated and restored, Bado had the energy to dance a thousand dances, and by the gods he wanted to more than anything. And so, throwing care and caution to the wind, suddenly grabbed the hand of the nearest person, who happened to be a green-haired woman with a rather familiar flowery mask, and pulled her into an energetic tango.”

"I feel fantastic!" he laughed heartily, his cheery face looking years younger as he twirled her repeatedly before dipping her so deeply she almost touched the dance floor. "And might I add that you are a /lovely/ dancer, miss."

Frey stared at Bado suspiciously, her mouth twisting into a frown. Had someone spiked his drink as well? He seemed oddly happy. Before she had a chance to dwell on it, however, she found herself holding on to him for dear life as he dipped her deeply. Upon coming back up, she turned slightly pink as he complimented her. Bado? Complimenting her of all people? Surely he was drunk.

"Thanks, you're a lovely dancer as well," Frey allowed herself to say, before pursing her lips. "But I must say, do you really not know who I am? Even after you made my mask and all?" 

[unafreyed]

Rejuvenated and restored, Bado had the energy to dance a thousand dances, and by the gods he wanted to more than anything. And so, throwing care and caution to the wind, suddenly grabbed the hand of the nearest person, who happened to be a green-haired woman with a rather familiar flowery mask, and pulled her into an energetic tango.

Taking a breather, Frey found herself lounging by the punch bowl after her dance with Clorica. She had heard that someone had been spiking the drinks, and felt as if it were her duty to make sure that it did not happen again. Although she had not been there for a long time, there was someone that seemed a bit suspicious to her -- a blonde woman that had been circling the table more times than what was normal. Before she got the chance to question her, however, a tall stranger whooshed her off to the dance floor, and she found herself struggling to keep up with his fast pace as he did an odd sort of dance that she had never seen before.

Upon recollecting her composure, Frey looked up at the energetic man and found that he was not a stranger after all -- it was Selphia's very own blacksmith. She opened her mouth in surprise, wondering if he knew just what he was doing.

"B-bado? What on earth has gotten into you?"

[forteissimo]

Hey, Forte. You planning on going to the masquerade? I could make you a mask, if you'd like.

The masquerade? Um, well… I’m not so sure. [Slightly rubs the back of her neck nervously.] I’m not much for dances, but… I’ll consider. Thank you for the offer, Bado. I’ll be sure to inform you if I’m in need of one or not.

[She pauses before looking around, making sure no one else was around before whispering to Bado.] …Actually, if you could um… make a Wooly mask… I’ll buy it off of you. Doesn’t have to be for the masquerade! I just… would like one. In general.