#python rp

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Raw Strength [ 🔥] - Both muses burn tied and dried sticks of hide taken from the body of a Morfis Ox. Muns will roll a dice to determine how long their stick will burn, the one with the higher number “is blessed” (ties mean the blessing failed, so they say.)

He couldn’t fathom why so many people wanted to do this ritual with him, but wasn’t one to refuse. And so, the rods were lit, but this time it took quite a while before one of them started going out. And, again, it wasn’t his.

Seeing this coming, he pretended to sneeze and swung the stick a little to widely in the air, extinguishing it in the process as the last flames still burned on Amelia’s. After shaking his head as if coming to, he looked over at her and gave a thumbs-up.

“Looks like you got this.”

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You laze about just as much as my best friend does!

“Okay, look-” the way Caspar said that, the expression and assertive tone reminded him of someone all too well. He stood up. “You don’t know me nearly well enough to say that and, it seems to me, you don’t know your friend as well. Now, get out of the classroom and leave the janitors to their job.”

That statement was made with a stern and angered expression, but as the student was leaving the room, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was the professor, sitting at the table in a relaxed yet tense pose. With the face hidden in his palms.

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You can't handle spicy food.

“Incorrect. You learn to deal with many things in the army, be they spicy or,” wince, “bland.”

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📖+ Chocolatier AU

“Come on, could you do something for once?! For Mila,s sake, why does our boss even keep you around!”

One eyes closed, the other squinted, Python took a glance at the raging Forsyth. Still in his apron, he seemed to have got distracted by… you guessed it, the taster taking a well-deserved break. There was literally nothing else to examine at the moment, so why would it be shameful to lie down for a hot second? He didn’t know, and yet the cook was always disappointed with him.

“Why were you even hired in the first place?! Can’t we deal with it ourselves? I’m sure a few of us could use a bonus to our sala-”

“Enough,” Python didn’t let him finish. “Let’s assume you can do that. Please, go take that bar you have just finished and describe the drawbacks of its texture to me,” said he with an overly formal expression.

Forsyth was startled by this reaction, but didn’t back down. He went forward, took it, broke a square off and ate it. And as he chewed on it, he slowly went paler and paler, which made Python smirk.

Once Forsyth was done, he asked:

“Would you please proceed with the description?”“Well, it was… soft and tasty and…”“I asked about the drawbacks, not the advantages and general description. Please do not stall for time.”“Well…” Forsyth stood there with his mouth open, lost for words.“Got nothing to say? Then do not insult me and my profession. I’ve been doing it well, or at least, to everyone but you,” with that, he turned around and walked off to cool down, leaving the cook to stand in place.

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Far Traveller

He travelled for a while. On feet from the coast, walking long days. To an extent, it felt like the old days of the Deliverance, but he was still in the army, so it was nothing but the usual. With one difference - he was alone.

A few weeks after arriving at Aegir, he reached the mountains. There it stood: the Garreg Mach Monastery. Grandiose, tall, far above the plains of the realms around, overlooking them and their peoples. To the people of Fodlan it was holy, the symbol of their land and to some - of their very life. To him… it resembled Rigel Castle. The same tall towers and thick walls. Woven banners hanging from the top. Gorgeous yet menacing. Always ready and always on guard. Even too much so.

“Well, I’ve seen worse,” he only sighed.

The hike was less troublesome than he anticipated; the roads, though steep, were well-maintained. Soon enough, he stood at the gate, looking at the marketplace, conveniently set up right outside the monastery. The sight was new to him: back in his homeland, monks preferred seclusion, and even though they engaged in trade, they valued their peace and quiet. The Priory of Novis, the numerous shrines and temples - they all were far away from the cities and harbours. Here, it was the contrary: the vendors couldn’t have been set up without the permission from behind those walls. It was here that he truly realised: so many things would be different from then on. 

He passed by the stalls, glancing around aimlessly, but as he was about to enter the Garreg Mach itself, the guard stationed by the gate held out his hand:

“Sir, this is a restricted access area! Please state your business in the Monastery!”

Not saying a word, Python pulled out a piece of parchment with a wax seal on it. The lion and the tree. The symbols of the continent once similar to Fodlan, once separated, once torn apart by varying beliefs. The symbols of his homeland. Valentia.

The guard didn’t take long to look through the document, and it was quite a long one. In a minute or two, he looked up and gave Python a nod:

“Ah, you must be the new faculty member I’ve been warned about. Welcome to the Monastery, sir! They’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you around then,” replied he with a faint smile and headed in.

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📖 + musician au

The night was chilly. The northerly wind, blowing for hours made the leaves rustle and sway and even the billboards were dangerously creaking. It was cold and noisy. Which, in the midst of a hot summer, wasn’t that bad… And then, almost instantly, all went silent.

As the sound of the flute slowly spread around the neighbourhood, there was no other noise. No voices, no footsteps, nothing. Only the notes of an old melody, inspiring and calming. Written in minor, it told the story of a jasper lion and his ember lioness, the two, which once saved their land from destruction. It told the story of how it all came to be - and how it almost ended in darkness. And the world stopped to listen.

The wind started picking up again. Python finished the piece and, dressed in a blue tuxedo, walked back inside the house.

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Raw Strength 🔥 - (Rolled 1. Dammit.) "Alright." Ignatz said, ready to take Python back out with him. "Let's do this." He and Python both plunged their sticks into the fire, and pulled them out in sync. Python's at least burned, while the leather rod in Ignatz's hand combusted in an instant. He gasped in shock, barely dropping it before he scorched his whole hand. In a mere moment, it wad aflame and then gone. Ignatz spoke very softly, "I guess you got it."

“Well then,” Python looked at the remains of the stick with a mix of pity and amusement. “Don’t get discouraged though, your strength lies elsewhere. Might not be the strongest of us, but the smartest one for sure,” he put out the flames and dropped the rod on the ground. “And this attraction sure as hell ain’t gonna change that.”

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ღ - Our muses are enjoying delicious icecreams.

“Huh. Can’t believe these are… actually good. Can’t compare to home, but few things can, I guess”

The two were walking along the boardwalk in Aegir, enjoying the brief pause before their departure from Fodlan. Being two different people with interests in very different topics, they didn’t get to know each other, so this… wasn’t half-bad, to say the least.And besides, who would deny the Queen’s offer to have ice cream together? Certainly not him.