Hello Everyone,
First, sorry for the late post, things are getting a little hectic with work and my deadline is fast approaching. So, I might not post regularly for a little bit, but I will try to get the chapters out, I just can say the day or consistency.
Also, I realized all too late that there was a mistake in my notes and as a result decided to go back and edit chapters 3 and 5. The main reason is that I wrote down some inaccuracies about item appraisal (Identification) and if I continued as I am, it would just make things confusing. So, I apologize. The simple explanation if you don't want to go back and re-read is that without a job or item with a skill like Identification, you won't know what an item does until you equip it provided you have met all conditions to unlock the skills of said item (I'm looking at you Silver and Gardranda). This doesn't always work out well given that some items are used as materials in crafting and thus can't be equipped and some items are cursed and putting them on without knowing if it will drain you of your blood, is a very bad idea.
I'm also going to take some time to go over the plot I wrote out again as it seems I've strayed quite a bit the last few chapters.
"Talking"
Thoughts
'Mental Communication or using a magic item'
[Debuffs]
Skills/Systems
Chapter 12 – Quest for Cash
Clock Tower Headquarters, Outside of Vandelheim
Crescent Rose walked back and forth in front of her audience. In IRL time it was the Friday after she logged in after her first death penalty.
She had been able to log in sporadically in the evenings, mainly due to just how big the difference in homework is between high school and college. Both in difficulty and volume.
Skipping a few years didn't exactly help her.
As a result, she had only managed about three hours of log-in time a night (IRL at least, Dendro time it was roughly 9 hours at a time). She would have tried for more, but Wotan kept punching her in the stomach until she agreed not to sacrifice sleep for game time.
One would think a game character would want the player to keep playing no matter what, but ID wasn't like any game and Wotan certainly wasn't like any ordinary game character.
Truth be told, she didn't mind it too much and felt a little happy that Wotan cared about her that much.
However, despite that, as a result of her being unable to log in much during the week, it had taken her until just a few moments ago to max out her Pilot job.
This was especially difficult given her usual mode of transportation, the MG-250, was turned into something that looked like a modern art display she once saw on the news with her family.
She would have to agree with her Uncle Qrow, she couldn't see the appeal either.
Thankfully, there were plenty of quests for people to help repair machines damaged in the riot and more than a few quests for people to drive what was basically a dump truck to Dryfe's recycling facilities.
Now some might wonder why they didn't just use inventories. The thing is, they did.
If your standard inventory could only hold as much as a classroom, and there were several hundred tons of rubble, debris, and broken machinery, then there were several thousand inventories used for just a few loads of rubble.
The Fire Bugs had gone all out on the destruction, nearly a third of Vandelheim was destroyed in the attack.
More than a few Masters took up the Carpenter job, which surprisingly was actually geared towards whole buildings instead of just working with wood, just because the quests were so numerous. If you counted the fact the Dryfian royal family was paying top tier lir to help rebuild Vandelheim and it attracted Masters from other countries as far off as Huang He and Granavalao.
Regardless, she now had a very important decision to make.
She was in one of the many meeting rooms in the Clock Tower's headquarters pacing in front of a whiteboard.
It was weird to think that a fantasy game had things like whiteboards, markers, ice cream, toothpaste, and even flushing toilets. Though she was VERY grateful for that last one.
Apparently, someone called Plumber Cat introduced the idea a few centuries ago.
But she digressed.
On the board were two large circles with arrows pointing from them to smaller circles. The two large circles contained the words "Next Job?" on the left and "How to Make Money?" on the right.
From the circle on the left there were four arrows pointing to different job options.
The first was "Engineer", a solid commonly used low-rank job for someone with her build. Second, "Appraiser", something that would be very useful and also help her make some extra lir now that she could identify items better.
Third was "Blaster" a more offensive choice, but not one without merits. During her battle with the Earth Dragon while on the quest with Coffee Lock, she noticed Wotan's Runic Script worked on the explosive. This meant she could use the skill without having to worry about destroying her weapon. The fact she could use explosives without needing a Magingear was always a plus.
The fourth and final one was "Engraver". Most would think this would be an odd choice, but she had her reasons. Namely, her main offensive Embryo skill kept damaging her weapons. By taking up Engraver she could process the Mithril she had collected with Coffee Lock and use it to make stronger weapons that wouldn't be as easily damaged by Runic Script.
From the circle on the right, there were three arrows. "Crafting Quests", "Drop Harvesting", and "Colosseum".
There had been a fourth, "Gocha", but Wotan vehemently opposed it (Read: threatened to tickle her until she peed herself).
The first one would be more of a middle-of-the-road kind of thing. Currently, Mechanics were being paid pretty well to repair machines and the EXP would be nice. However, Crescent didn't quite like the idea. She loved making machines and weapons, don't get her wrong, but she wants to explore and go on adventures.
The second would be the most difficult without a Magingear. However, with so many of the soldiers and guards dying in the riot, the number of people culling monster populations was reduced dramatically. Those with combat-oriented jobs, and even those that typically spent most of their time in the Colosseum, were making a fair bit of lir out of the deal.
For the third, she has already passed the level restriction for competing in the Colosseum. After everything that had happened, she was now sitting comfortably at level 100. However, it would be like the second. Without her Magingear she was at a huge disadvantage.
"So," Crescent began turning towards her audience, "I have gathered you here to help me come up with more ideas on how to both level up and gather more lir while doing so."
Here "audience" remained mostly silent. Mainly because Wotan was the only one among them who could talk. The rest were an assortment of Embryos Wotan had wrangled up along their way to the conference room.
The first was Salamander, who was asleep on Wotan's head.
Crescent really hoped that Tinker didn't need his Embryo for anything at the moment.
As if on cue, a loud explosion resonated through the entire facility. Judging by the direction, it was the testing grounds.
There wasn't a one hundred percent chance it was Tinker, so she decided to let it go.
The other three were in Wotan's arms, resting on the table in front of a plate of snacks, while Wotan sat in a chair.
Sol was a little mechanical duck with a golden gear rotating in its head giving it the appearance of having a mohawk. Despite its mechanical appearance, the gear itself was its real body and it was actually an Advance Guardian Embryo that absorbs sunlight to turn the gear which generates MP and can enhance the MP consumption of any machine it is integrated into.
The duck body was something its owner, Pearl made.
After having been in the same room as her and Tinker, Crescent swore not to be in the same situation ever again.
Evidently, Pearl was Tinker's ex-wife and Bun-Bun's mother.
What were the odds all of their family chose Dryfe? Seriously.
It almost made her glad Yang was in another country and Dad and Uncle Qrow said they were too cool of games.
Dopple was a pale teal alien-like with big black eyes and a matching mouth the size of a small child. Crescent couldn't help but look at the Embryo with the same gushy feeling she got when she saw her dog Zwei.
Just the thought of the small creature riding on Zwei's back was almost too much to handle.
The way it ate cookies like a squirrel just made it even MORE adorable.
The last, Pun, was a little mechanical chameleon-like creature with a strange arrow-shaped head. It was especially hard to tell if it was paying attention given that its eyes were looking in two different directions.
Granted, other than Sol, which was named Solar Crown, she only knew the other two Embryos by the nicknames Wotan gave them.
Suddenly, Dopple transformed into a small rodent-like monster that stood upright on its hind legs. "Perhaps you might wish to consider selling some of your items before using the money to buy a Magingear. Even a Marshall I should be of some use to you."
Crescent blinked at the mouse before it went back to leaning into Wotan's embrace.
"You could talk this whole time?" she blurted out.
"Of course", the mouse said standing before taking a dramatic bow, "Fore you see, I am the Chimeric Mirror, Doppelganger." He jumped into the air morphing into several small creatures before landing on the table Wotan was seated at in his standard form.
Wotan clapped enthusiastically, and Crescent would admit she did too. He must have changed into at least a dozen small creatures in quick succession as he jumped, twirled, and landed.
He then proceeded to take a cookie from the plate at the center of the table and eat it like a chipmunk.
Awww, so cute! Her mind practically blurted out.
"He does make a good point Master." Her Embryo agreed. "All of my skills can be used on anything that is considered a 'weapon'. Since Marshall I's are cheaper than the Marshall II's, it might be worth looking into."
Thinking about it, Crescent took out a catalog from her inventory. It was the Clock Tower Merchandise Catalog.
It was part of the welcome packet she got from joining the Clock Tower. It was originally supposed to be given to her during her welcome party, but… things didn't go as planned.
And it wasn't like she was the only one who was hit pretty hard. Several of the clan members were attacked in the riot. While the clan leader managed to PK most of those who attacked the headquarters, the docking bay where they stored a lot of the inventories that held Marshall IIs was destroyed.
When an inventory is destroyed, all of its content flies out everywhere. This caused it to literally rain robots on a third of the facility.
Doc Cricket even offered express quests for anyone who could build a Magingear to help them recoup their losses and make a dent in their backlog.
Given that the military was also ordering more Magingears to replace those that were destroyed. As a result, the Clock Tower was being pressed to get orders out as fast as possible.
She was pretty sure Tinker had used his PTO from his job so he could spend a few workdays crafting more Magingears. (1)
Intermittently throughout the week, she had been taking crafting quests. While she wasn't skilled enough to build a whole Magingear by herself, she was more than capable of building the individual components.
Recipes for more complex inventions like the Marshall II can be either for the entire item or for its individual components or even entire subsystems if a person's level was high enough.
She just wished she was high enough level for skill imbuement.
Items, especially those of a mechanical nature, could be imbued with skills, and their parameters, altered by crafting jobs.
A good example of this would be the higher-end MG-290 (the Clock Tower's latest model) has a cockpit with the skills Inertia Reduction, Reveal, and Built-In AC.
That last one Crescent didn't even know could be a function. But apparently, it kept the cockpit at the perfect temperature regardless of the environment without having to use MP or build an actual AC unit.
Additionally, so long as the machine itself has skill capacity, the number or level of the skills could be increased either by improving the quality of the item or in the case of machinery connecting it to a component, that didn't overload the skill capacity, that already had the skill.
That was how the clan leader could make Magingear components out of UBM rewards.
Naturally, the higher the number of skills or the level of the skills, the more difficult it was to craft an item and the more likely an item failing to retain any skills or at best degraded versions of the ones the crafter had intended for it.
That was why Mechanic and Engineer were paired together so often in people's builds, their skills complemented each other so much that it helped ensure the highest probability of success.
While she hadn't tried this herself, still only having a Mechanic job, if she were to get the Engineer job, she could attempt skill imbuing.
Furthermore, the more she looked through her catalog, the more she realized that a lot of the components were much cheaper than those of a Marshall II and they could use many of the same option works as well.
Though she would have to give up the lightning flail.
Which kind of sucked, it was a cool weapon.
She also wouldn't need to change her build. Despite being a powered armor suit, a Marshall I still worked with her Pilot job.
"It would synergize well with Master the Weapon's Flow," Wotan added as she was busy trying to figure out how to feed a cookie to Sol.
That was true, she could up her AGI, STR, or DEX by expending SP. In a powered suit, she would definitely be able to make better use of that skill.
Crescent weighed her options and looked down at the Rockbird Feathered Necklace. While the SP boost was nice, even in a Marshall I, she wouldn't be directly exposed to fire and she didn't have a use for summoning the birds.
"I guess I can sell it."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Wotan said from where she sat. "If anything, the whole point of you being here is to make whatever you wish a reality."
Smiling, she continued, "So do what you wish Master. I will always support you."
She had said it before and she will probably say it again, she really did have the best Embryo.
Suddenly, the door behind Wotan opened up causing all of the occupants to turn to see a woman with purple hair swept to the right down to her shoulder wearing a teal coat like mages wear, but it was divided leaving her midriff exposed and her legs and below the knees bare. She had elbow-length gloves with crossing blue ribbons etched with white tracery.
Looking around, she focused on Pun, "There you are lil' dude." She smiled as she moved over to pick up the mechanical chameleon.
"I've been looking all over for you." She said before placing Pun on her shoulder.
Wotan seemed a little sad to see her mechanical companion go, but Crescent was fairly certain that was her Master.
"Hey, you're the Type: Maiden that takes Guardian Embryos, right?"
That elicited a growl from Wotan.
Crescent moved to the other side of the table to interrupt if need be.
She had enough financial troubles without having to worry about paying for potions to heal bite marks.
"I don't take them; if they allow it, I cuddle them in my arms. That. Is. It." The Wolf/raven girl replied, sole blue eye showing danger and venom with each word.
Putting up her hands she shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."
Huffing, Wotan sat down, taking Sol and Doppel in her arms to cuddle away her anger. Somehow, Sal was still asleep on her head.
It was impressive that the little guy could stay up there and sleep through all the noise.
"I'm Kelly Hawks by the way." The woman, Kelly, somewhat nervously introduced. Extending her hand
"Crescent Rose."
"I am Type: Maiden with Arms. Maiden of the Runic Script, Wotan" Wotan introduced herself, more than a bit smug in her tone.
"You probably already know this, but" she gestured to her Embryo, "This is my Embryo All that Slithers and Scares, Punga."
So, Pun was short for Punga. Neat.
Possibly seeing the board for the first time, Kelly seemed to be pondering something.
"Do you know a way for me to earn more lir?"
"Maybe?" She said more as a question.
"Do you or don't you?" Wotan asked.
"Well, did you check with the DIN?"
"The DIN?" Crescent asked before looking to Wotan who just shrugged.
"You can pay the DIN for information about things like ruins, dungeons, and UBMs in the hopes of making money. If you are willing to pay extra, they can give you information about tians you might be able to make a deal with for items or services."
Crescent shared a look with Wotan.
"I know everything you do, if you don't know it, I certainly don't." was all she said while hugging Doppel and Sol.
Salamander, again, was still asleep on Wotan's head.
Turning back to Kelly, "Uh, how much do they charge?"
Kelly shrugged, "It varies based on the information you're looking for, but the standard fee is 50,000 lir."
That was a little high, but she supposed the DIN was something like a service that you could only really use once you weren't a low-level player.
Truth be told, it wasn't a bad deal. Between, what she got from the shop keep for selling that Necklace of the Equestrian Tribe, the quest she did with Coffee Lock, the quests she had done throughout the week, and the rewards the Imperium offered for those who helped take out enemy Masters and tians (minus having to replace her Cheshire plushie…and buy some new limited edition merchandise), Crescent's funds were sitting at around 950,000 lir.
Quite a bit short of the 20,000,000 lir she would need for a new MG-290 (not counting the option works) or even a basic MG-260 with option works. And both of those were WITH the clan member discount.
Then her eyes lowered to the catalog again. A Marshall I, even with options works, and with the clan member discount, would be around 1,000,000 lir. Still a ways away, but more affordable.
"Okay," Crescent said making up her mind, "Wotan, return everyone's Embryos, we're headed to the DIN."
"Ya mind if I tag along, I was planning to go there myself."
"Sure," Crescent said.
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Barbaros Mansion, Dryfe Imperium
Claudia R. Dryfe wiped off the sweat from her face as she leaned on her spear, the point still embedded in the Mithril training dummy. Its companions lay scattered and broken across the sparing yard.
It wasn't that she was talented at using a spear, well she was, she received the spear-based Superior Job, The Ram, two weeks after starting, but it was more that she enjoyed it.
Ever since she used spear training for rehabilitation, she found herself able to relax more after about an hour of sparing with her uncle's controlled dolls.
Standing at the side was her uncle, Gifted Barbaros, and her friend Bahia. Lounging on a chair, snoring peacefully, was a young girl with long hair down to her waist that transitioned from black at the top to white halfway down to black again tied in pigtails.
She wore something that Claudia could have sworn was a type of ceremonial robe but dyed light indigo with gold tracery around the edges stopping halfway up her shins. There were two columns on the robe going down vertically, intentional or not (she wasn't sure) accentuating her rather modest, but infuriatingly larger than her own, chest with each breast bearing the same image as the serpent looped around a pair of wings that adorned her Master's left hand.
For some reason, she insists on going barefoot wherever she went, but strangely her feet never showed any signs of damage or discomfort.
She was Bahia's Embryo, Andromalius, or as she preferred to be called Andy.
Despite her cute appearance, Andy was as fierce as they came in battle and incredibly dangerous. her ultimate skill in particular would have made every previous holder of the Burglar Princess job weep in jealousy.
"Do you have any candidates, uncle?" she asked as Bahia offered her a glass of water with an orange wedge.
Say what you want about her friend, she paid attention to people's likes. Citrus was always good after a workout.
"Yes." the man said handing her two vanilla folders his light blue eyes, one slightly different in shading from the other, seemed to smile at her.
Since the appearance of Masters, it became important to look for talent among them. Even an unskilled Master, which most of them were, could produce an Embryo of considerable power. Factoring in their increased growth rate and lack of a level cap that prevented many tians from ever reaching the 500 level cap without a Superior Job, having more in her corner was necessary.
Despite all of the problems it took convincing her grandfather to offer the rewards, most of which was paid out of her own coffers, she was still relieved that the reconstruction was going so well.
The aid sent by Altar was especially reassuring.
She hadn't been aware the King of Sculpting had been so well versed in materials used in construction, but thanks to him and the Great Chief Carpenter they were on schedule to have all of the damage repaired within two or three months at the latest.
Altima certainly has some interesting Masters in her kingdom.
While they only have one Superior, The King of Agitation, their Pre-Superiors were nearly one and a half times the combined number of Superiors and Pre-Superiors in Dryfe.
However, the two in the folders she was looking at were unknown Masters who had distinguished themselves during the attack on the capital.
The first had managed to slay several members of the Fire Bugs while the other had managed to take out the Sub-owner of the Fire Bugs as well as most of their air troops.
There had been two reasons why she had been so adamant about paying Masters for defeating enemies. The first would be that Masters would be drawn to and more loyal to those that paid them well.
Already the number of Masters in Dryfe was beginning to swell. Once she took the throne, she could begin to target promising Masters and even Superiors.
The Supervisors, or Control AIs as some Masters know them, would become a threat to her if she directly interfered with their machinations. They had been doing so for millennia. However, if she got Masters to come to her of her own free will, then they will not react.
The second reason was for the folders in her hand, to find potential Masters to recruit. She had, albeit accidentally, already observed both of them.
One of them was known as a rather notorious "PK'er" as Masters called her. Still, if she had experience in fighting other Masters, it could be useful.
"Arrange for me to meet them as soon as possible."
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DIN Branch Office, Dryfe Imperium
Walking up to the counter, Crescent and company were greeted by a bright smiling receptionist, "Hello there, how may I help you gaggle of cuties." She said getting a slight blush from Crescent.
She noticed that the receptionist didn't have a crest on her left hand. That meant she was a tian.
Well, if Masters could work jobs at businesses run by tians why couldn't the reverse be true?
"I'm trying to save up enough for a Marshall I and was hoping you might know some quests that a level 100 could take to get as much lir as possible."
The woman studied Crescent for a moment, "You are aware the brothels pay extra for Masters."
That had Crescent's face in an atomic blush as she began stuttering and sputtering barely forming coherent words.
"Enough teasing Teal. Crescent here is looking more for adventure than just simple lir." Kelly spoke up as the receptionist, Teal, laughed holding her side.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said wiping a tear from her eye, "It's just she is so cute and innocent I couldn't help wanting to tease her."
To Crescent's horror, Wotan nodded her head in understanding.
Crescent knew the woman had been at least partially serious, she was well aware that Infinite Dendrogram offered unlimited choices. She had seen what some of the notable Masters wore thanks to Wiki articles- the image of the Licentious Demon Lord alone looked like something from those sites Dad blocked on their computers…not that she would know what they look like.
Definitely never guess his password was "Summ3rLovin".
But to hear someone say something like that so casually…it was just…
"Do you have any information on places to look or maybe quests that are super easy that no one has taken?"
"I'm sorry, quests are handled by either the Adventurers' Guild as Guild Quests or a guild associated with a specific job for someone with that jog known as a Job Quest."
Crescent had certainly done a lot of the second one lately.
She didn't mind the work and even found it nice to be getting some real (read: virtual) world practice in her degree.
But she wanted adventure and epic quests.
"Can you tell me if there are any places where I can potentially find something worth the lir?"
The woman paused for a moment in thought, finger resting on her chin.
Then she spoke, "We do have some options you might be interested in."
"Perfect."
"However,"
"However…?"
"What is your travel range?"
"Dryfe."
"That'll be 100,000 lir to get the list with an additional 50,000 for specifics."
"Wasn't the price cheaper when I asked about the Diamond Horned Goats?"
"You asked about something specific and easy to find out, she wanted an entire list."
Kelly seemed surprised, but Crescent just paid the woman like it was nothing. She had more than six times the total because she was getting the specifics.
The woman nodded and went into the back for a few moments. There were muffled sounds of someone talking before she came out with a clipboard featuring pages with bulleted information about different things throughout Dryfe.
The first two articles were about new locations that were found in the Harshwinter Mountains to the far north of Dryfe. Supposedly a few UBMs had been sighted there, but nothing was confirmed.
Then there was a list of people who were collectors of Master-made items and even a collector of Master created paintings.
She would pass on that.
Then something caught her eye.
"Excuse me, what does 'Pre-Ancient Civilization' mean?"
"According to religious text, the Pre-Ancient Civilization of this continent was wiped out by a god and its thirteen servants due to their arrogance."
"However, this is only the take of the religion that sprang up after the fall of the civilization. In actuality, another civilization, known as the Ancient Civilization, fell when their continent collapsed into the sea with only a single ship, the Extra-Continental Vessel, being able to escape."
"Coming here, the Vessel carried thirteen beings of immense power, outstripping any known UBMs, known as the Thirteen Incarnations. "
"Each one possessed powers beyond belief such as creating a shower of weapons capable of blocking out the sun, creating beasts so rapidly they covered the horizon, animated long dead heroes to slay their old companions, predicting every plan the Pre-Ancient Civilization could come up with, alter the land like a child playing with clay, and even create storms that erased entire countries."
Crescent just gulped at the information. Each of those by themselves sounded like last-boss material.
"The Pre-Ancient Civilization was wiped out in what could only be described as a one-sided massacre, and then shortly after that the Ancient Civilization just…well we don't know what they did other than just disappear."
"They just…disappeared?"
"Yes ma'am." She replied clearly having had that response multiple times.
"And you call them the 'Pre-'Ancient Civilization because they were the ones who perished before the Ancient Civilization due to them being the victors despite not being native to this continent."
"That is correct."
"So, what is so important about these ruins?"
"The ruins of the Pre-Ancient Civilization are usually full of rare machines and on occasion a rare few exclusive Job Crystals."
"But they can be guarded by dangerous traps and monsters."
If she had meant that to dissuade Crescent, it didn't work. If anything she seemed more excited.
"So these ruins on the paper, how long have people been looking into them."
The assistant looked at where Crescent was pointing on the clipboard, "Those were discovered about three days ago, so the news hasn't spread far yet."
"And how far is it from here?"
"Two days by carriage to the West of here."
"If you take me with you", Kelly offered, "I can cut that down to half a day."
"…and I'll pay for the specifics."
"You have a deal Kelly," Crescent said shaking her hand.
"Alright, deal."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to tag along." Said a new person entering the office.
She was a woman with lightly-tanned skin dressed in a lilac overcoat secured with several bandoleers. Her dark blue-black hair was combed to the left. On each hip was a large revolver. The one on her right hip was red with black tracery while the one on her left hip was silver with gold tracery.
"Oh great, Princess Peashooter is here." Kelly groaned. "Watch out for this one Crescent, she's got a stick six miles long up her ass."
"Corse as always Kelly." She said before walking in further, seeing Wotan, and then tackling the Embryo in a tight hug squealing "So cute, sooo soft" as she rubbed her face on Wotan's chest.
"Real Mature JAnz." Kelly countered.
The woman stopped her unintelligible squealing before blinking, flushing slightly, and then standing up straight.
"What I mean is, if you are going to some ruins, I am adept and long and close-range combat, so I should be of some assistance." She said trying to sound as professional and calm as possible.
The silver-eyed Master just chuckled, she understood too well the appeal of Wotan's cuteness and softness.
'Only use and Embryos are allowed to enjoy my softness' Wotan mentally pouted as she got to her feet.
"Okay then, let's all go", Crescent said, but then remembered, "Um, first I need to visit a few places to stock up."
(1) Show me someone who hasn't taken a day off work for a "mental health" day. And on a few occasions an actual mental health day.
Crescent Rose = Ruby Rose
Kelly Hawks = Reese Chloris
Bahia = Emerald Sustrai
JAnz= Nebula Violette. Her screen name comes from a German revolver which will tie into her Embryo.
I just realized I forgot these two last chapter.
Peachy Lady = Professor Thumbelina Peach. In RWBY: After the Fall, she was listed as the professor who taught Plant Science. originally I wanted to give her something like Druid or some kind of Pharmacist Superior Job, but went with Godhand because I was tired of writing "King of" and "The" series jobs…so there you go.
G.B. = Marrow Amin. I'm genuinely curious if anyone can guess what G.B. stands for.
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