Colorful New Jobs: Chapter 2
"I like this." Ophelia says twirling a little bit in her new black scholar garb. Cyrus wanted to teach someone and Ophelia wanted to be more of a help to the group. "You look good in white Primrose." The two girls were a changing room in the inn they were staying at in Noblescourt. Ophelia started teaching Primrose healing and light magic and she took to it like a moth to a flame. Primrose looked herself over in the mirror.
"I feel a little constricted." She mutters before trying to move her leg. The seam down her leg seemed to rip a little. She stared at it.
"Please don't do it." Ophelia said quietly. Either Primrose didn't hear or care because she leaned down and ripped the seam all the way up to the upper part of her thigh. She then did the same for the other side. She then flashed her knife and cut along her waist line. With the dress being a bit too tight the bottom part stayed on. She then cut along the sides of her torso so there was a slit on each side of her and the fabric swung freely. Primrose looked into the mirror and smiled this time.
"Much better." She said before doing some spinning and twirling. "Much much better. I have to agree with you Ophelia… Are you all right?" Said girl was all red and had a horrified expression on her face. Ophelia looked Primrose up and down. Primrose cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"Is something wrong?" Tressa asked skipping in with blue warrior gear on. Her short brown hair in a bun. After an incident with some Froggen she wanted to not hold back the rest of the group and asked Olberic to train her. Alfyn has to carry her when they leave inns because she trains at night with Olberic. Ophelia tries not to be jealous. Key word is tries.
"I'm not sure." Primrose says. Ophelia snaps herself out of the mini trance she was in and bows a little.
"I'm sorry. It's that, it is a bit difficult to see an outfit of a cleric changed in the way you have changed it." Ophelia said. Primrose's eyes widened and pushed the girls shoulders up.
"No, I should be sorry. I momentarily forgot that this was religious garb. So, I apologize." She says. Ophelia smiles lightly and opens her mouth to speak when H'aanit walks, followed by Linde, in dressed in purple thief's clothing.
"Why is purple the choice of color for a thief?" H'aanit asks the other girls. Tressa and Ophelia shrugs.
"You should ask Therion." Primrose states before snickering. When the others gave her a look she waved it off. "You'll find out later. Now let's go get the boys."
"Thou are men, not boys." H'aanit says. Prim waved it off.
"Boys and men are the same thing."
"I'm not sure that's how-" Ophelia starts before Tressa interrupts her.
"Is that a metaphor?"
"…let's just go." Primrose muttered before walking out of the back room. As the other girls followed her they heard her mumbling about teach them about men and other things like that. She grabbed Therion's purple cowl from the coat hanger and angrily pulled it over herself. Tressa and Ophelia looked at each other in confusion with H'aanit looking towards Linde who was walking besides them relaxed. Primrose walked through the hall and out into the main foyer where Olberic and Alfyn were sitting as Olberic watched Alfyn making some new concoctions with interest. Olberic wore apothecary green while Alfyn was in hunter fur, with a red-orange under shirt and black pants. He motioned for Olberic to open his bag and follow him. The larger man nodded and closely followed his instructions. Ophelia almost coos at the scene but Primrose stops her.
"They are concentrating, let's not break it." Primrose says and Ophelia turns a little pale before nodding. H'aanit is already sat at another table with Tressa. Ophelia sits to Tressa's right and Primrose to her left. Ophelia asks Tress for help with her hair as she likes the smaller girl's bun and wants to imitate it. Tressa immediately starts on her hair with a squeal. H'aanit and Primrose chuckle before Cyrus walks out in yellowish Merchant garb. He is staring at the hat in his hands as a contemplative look is spread on his face.
"What doth be thee problem professor?" H'aanit asks. Cyrus looks up at the girls table then over at Alfyn and Olberic before joining the girls. He sits down and tosses the hat on the table.
"I don't like this hat." He says matter-of-factly. Primrose almost snorts at the tone he used.
"Hey hey hey!" Tressa speaks up before taking the hat from the table and waving it in his face. "This is a good merchant's hat! Don't disrespect it like that! Heh that rhymed."
"I meant no disrespect." Cyrus says defensively. "I just don't think it fits my motif as a-"
"Stop right there." Tressa interrupts him. "That's not the real reason." Cyrus blinked before sighing.
"I don't like that hat. It's to itchy and it covers my hair." He tells her in defeat. Prim and H'aanit snicker.
"Wow professor, I didn't know you liked your hair that much." Primrose stated.
"I have been told by some of my colleagues and students that it is one of my best features." He says turning away from her. Even though he tried to turn she could see the slight blush on his face.
"Was it the student we met in Atlasdam?" Ophelia asks him innocently, which causes his blush to deepen. Ever since Therion told, yelled at, him about Therese's feelings for the professor he felt so foolish. For such a smart man he was a total novice when it came to romance. That was proven even more when Therion met Odette and the other scholar shared stories from their past. Therion had never been so disappointed before. Remembering all of that made her giggle which was the opening the professor was looking for to get off of the topic.
"Do you find something funny Primrose?" He asks.
"I'm remembering when Therion and Odette met." Tressa then burst into giggles as she too remembered how disappointed Therion was.
"Speaken of him, where tis he be?" H'aanit asks the group. Ophelia looked around, Tressa shrugged before going back to Ophelia's hair, Prim held some giggles in, Cyrus looked worried.
"He said that he was not coming out of his room and some other choice words I don't wish to repeat." The professor said.
"I'll go get him." Primrose stated before standing up.
"Don't…" a voice said from the hallway before said voice sighed. "Don't bother, I'm here." Therion mumbled. Primrose couldn't help but start giggling.
"Why aren't you coming out?" She said in between giggles.
"You damn well know why!" He exclaimed in a hoarse voice.
"Am I missin' something here?" Alfyn asks as the rest of the group notice that those two were done.
"I have to agree." Cyrus said with confusion all over his face.
"Prim… can I have my cowl back?" He begged, which surprised the rest of the group. Primrose giggled before tapping her chin in a thinking pose.
"Hmm… only if you come and get it." She said with some smugness. They all heard some muttering and choice words. He sighed and sadly stepped out into the room sporting a massive blush with a pissed off expression. Primrose tried to hide a snort but very poorly. Therion was wearing a male dancer uniform that Primrose had grabbed on their last trip through the Sunlands. For some reason Therion was talked into wearing it and so… here he was. With an exposed stomach and collarbone with thin purple pants and a thin shirt that looks like the female dancer shirt. Olberic and H'aanit were trying to control their snickering while Ophelia and Cyrus were in shock. Tressa and Alfyn did no such thing as they burst out lauhging.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" Alfyn asked while laughing.
"Do the peacock strut!" Tressa shouted. Alfyn broke out into more laughter and he doubled over. The others either started laughing or their chuckles turned into laughter.
"Shut up!" He shouted at them. Everyone ignored him. "I hate you all." He grumbled out. Primrose walked up to him holding out his purple cowl, giggling the whole way. He glared at her before ripping it out of her hand and throwing it on. He stormed over to a table and sat down, crossing his arms and not looking at anybody. Primrose giggled some more before walking over behind him.
"You look good in that Therion." She said into his ear. He scoffed.
"Whatever." He muttered. Primrose then smirked and lightly kissed his cheek over his shoulder before walking away. She should have talked him into doing that more a whole lot earlier. He was way more toned and muscular than she thought. Now only if she could get Alfyn in that, poor Ophelia would have a heart attack. She smirked and looked back at the man who was hounded by the boys. She chuckled and turned back to the girls to see Tressa with a light blush but was still in a giggly phase. H'aanit was chuckling to herself. She turned to Ophelia who had a huge blush staring at the thief. She defiantly needed to get Alfyn in the dancer uniform now.
AN: 4 reviews. That's the most I have gotten for the first chapter of a story ever. I hope that the second chapter delivered. The next chapter will be posted after I finish chapter 24 of One Weird Dream. Anyway, shot your ideas for next jobs and such at me and see you next time. -3008
Reviews:
Terron145: Merchant Alfyn and Tressa taking the world by storm. Yes please.
ArchitectN3J: Dancer Therion was the inspiration for this chapter and my next job choices for my game. I can't help but laugh every time he is in a battle, he is freaking hilarious in the dancer garb.
Anthiese: Why thank you. Hats off to your story which is really interesting and underrated.
Tim: I'm surprised no one else had done this yet. But I guess it's up to me to deliver then. I'm glad I got their personalities right and I hope that I continue to do so. Let me know if I am not (That goes for any of you readers).