- Job Info:
Karasuki Kitsuharu was still trying to get her bearings. She had begun her travels with just a basic bag of clothing and books on her back and her dear Masha upon her arm. Or rather, she had always taken Masha's arm. The red haired beauty had won her heart and Karasuki still remembered the woman's warmth and strength with fondness. It had been six months, six long months, since Karasuki had kicked her beloved out of her life. To tell the truth, her heart was still wounded and on occasion she still woke up, frantic at being alone in her bed. It helped that she never spent more than a few nights in any one place. If it was something, anything, that she took out of that relationship, it was that Karasuki had to become strong and she had to find her own place in the world. Karasuki was not meant to spend her days in the Edge of Time bookstore in Oak Town. Nor was she meant to depend and rely fully on another, that trust she had realized, like so many of the characters in her books, was misplaced. Karasuki had to trust herself. After Masha admitted to being unfaithful, Karasuki was crushed, knowing that only the lovers in books who stayed together with complete honesty and faithfulness, were the ones who lasted. From her books, Karasuki knew that Masha could not be the one she was destined to be with.
It was on a blustery morning, while Karasuki sat out front of a small inn drinking her third cup of coffee that she had closed her most recent novel and pondered this situation. Her heart was still sore but having recently met an attractive and unusual incubus painter, Karasuki began to actually try to let go of Masha's memory. There were others out there and Masha had told her that with her gifts, Karasuki could really do good things in this world. Karasuki was more than halfway to the guild she desired to join: Sabertooth. Or so she thought, at least. Through books and conversations with locals, once she arrived in the capital city, she could seek out a member of the famous guild. Known for being a force of good, Karasuki thought that the best way to improve herself and use her magic for good would be in such a place. She just had to keep Geralt quiet in public places, Karasuki thought to herself. "Good luck with that, lass. We have our bargain still remember? You give me my freedom at least once a day, or I take it regardless of what you want. A pirate's word is his word, after all," Geralt echoed in her mind. She swatted him away internally, thinking back to him, "Oh I know. Be reasonable. I have goals and a life to live too." "Yeah, well I had one until you read me out of the culmination of my greatest plan! Don't make me remind you that you ruined my life, lass." Karasuki sighed and finished her cup of coffee. It was the same argument over and over. She had ruined her own idea of what her life should be because of that night so she didn't think he had it as bad as he said he did. Still, they were stuck together whether or not either of them liked it.
A tall man entered the inn, walking past the purple haired woman without a glance wearing a slick black pin striped suit. Karasuki lifted the little white carafe from the table and poured out her fourth cup of coffee, finding that it gave her only a half cup. She rested the carafe back down with a half frown of disappointment and tapped her left fingers on the woven pink tablecloth as her right hand reached for the half full cup. The tall man returned just as she lifted it to her lips and spoke her name in a tone of authority, "Karasuki Kitsuharu?" She set the cup back down and lifted her head, then got to her feet. "Yes, sir, that's me. How can I help you?" He reached into an inner pocket in his suit coat and withdrew a letter, passing it to her before turning around. He didn't give her his name or another word, leaving her with the envelope in hand. She tilted her head finding him rather odd and sat back down at the table. "That's weird, no name on the front," She uttered to herself. "Isa wouldn't send mail without a name on it, that's just improper." In fact, Karasuki discovered, the letter was not from her adoptive mother Isadora, but from an old friend Belgarion, though she just called him Bel. Like the ringing of a gentle bell, a wind chime, she was brought back to the old summer days. Bel was a good kid and she recalled the three years they spent together scouring books in the library. He was trying to get a job at the library and Karasuki was able to give him the skills needed to get the job. As an unruly teenager, he brought fun to her rule-based life. They would write their own stories together, picnic by the lake, and it was with him that Karasuki had first shared her secret talent for poetry. For an unruly jokester, the guy had a great knack for literature. She hadn't seen him since he himself left Oak Town, before she even had met Masha, seeking out a job in a bigger library in a bigger town.
They had often wrote to each other, but Karasuki hadn't heard from him in a couple of months. Seeing him write out his full name alerted to her that he might have been in real danger, as he hated his full name. She read the words in her head, not wanting to accidentally read anything out of the hand-penned letter: "Dear old friend, I need your help. A strange curse has swept across my new homeland and destroyed most of the population. I managed to escape and am now in hiding," Karasuki paused and took a breath of relief. It sounded like he really was in trouble but luckily it also sounded like he was safer now. She continued to read in her head then, "Unfortunately, as I was escaping my homeland one of those accursed creatures bit me. I am currently at an old cabin in the cursed lands, please come as soon as you can as I am beginning to feel rather feverous. Yours Truly, Belgarion." It wasn't much information to go off of, but Karasuki had to go. She and Geralt would find a way and figure it out, even if it was dangerous, she would find a way. After all, Bel would have done the same for her. She downed her coffee and went back to her room for her belongings. She gathered up her things as quickly as she could and went to the Cursed Lands, paying a local man to let her ride in his carriage to the edge of the lands.
Once she had gotten there, Karasuki thanked the local man as he sped off and away, hardly concerned for her well being. She too felt the uneasy aura in the lands. Something was indeed wrong here. Luckily, looking down the side of the huge hill, she saw the mountains and a cabin at the top of one of them. It might take time to get there, but if she could just keep the cabin in sight then she wouldn't have to worry about getting lost. With that in mind, Karasuki began trekking into the wilderness alone, the smell of heavy pine resin in the air. "Do you even know what you've gotten yerself into?" Geralt chided in her head. She shook her head, "It doesn't matter. Even you know that Bel would do the same for me." "I never liked all the time you spent with that boy anyway, Masha was far more your type- and mine." Karasuki tapped her forehead with her index finger, a symbolic gesture, "Pipe down in there. We have a long way ahead and I need to maintain focus." "Yer going to get us both killed. And when we do die, I am going to tell you I told you so," He retorted.
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