To say that Arthur was not intimidated by the Dies Irae guild would be a lie. Everything about it was massive, from the guild headquarters, halls, and all of the property that it encompassed. There was so much to the place that he felt like he was going to get lost. Arthur had been guildless for so long now that he had adjusted his behavior for a drifting lifestyle, one that never required him to stay in one place. Hopefully, now, this would change. From what he heard of the guild, there were good things and of course bad things. It was hard to differentiate the bad things from the general prejudice against magic, but from what he could gather sometimes the guild was a bit strict and rather ruthless at times. Arthur was trying to keep in mind, though, that these were rumors and that he was sure they were nice people. Maybe he'd even be able to form a team and actually go on missions with other people he could connect and grow friendships with. All of this was a potential though, nothing for certain. Things could change, this whole endeavor could go wrong. He didn't actually know if any of these people would like him. Joining the guild was probably the biggest gamble he had taken in forever. Leaving security and normalcy to travel to a guild on an island near a town he'd never visited? Sounded like a good way for him to get stranded. Though, could he have been stranded if he had no home in the first place? He had only ever really stayed in magnolia for a somewhat lengthy amount of time, and that was temporary, too, at best.
The trip here was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The boat was magnificent, lacrima and technology combined to create the smoothest sailing Arthur had ever experienced. The food was excellent too, for being cooked by sailors of course, but that was besides the point. For most of the trip's duration, Arthur remained above deck, letting him get a good look over the ocean. And the things he had seen, well they could have inspired many works of art if he had a lick of creativity in his body. It was not unlike Hargeon, in a way, where the sea glinted with sunlight while an annoyance of seagulls polluted the otherwise peaceful soundscape. Arthur wouldn't have had it any other way though, it was characteristically an island escape. And an island escape was exactly what Arthur needed right about now. After that grave encounter in magnolia, he never wanted to step foot in that town again. It felt like the place was cursed, had left a curse on him even. To think that a corpse had managed to wake itself up from the grave just to beg of his help, the thought made him shiver. Not the time, though, to reminisce upon old traumas. This was a time for new memories, and potentially even more traumas to be formed.
Port Amber was nice, if a little quaint. Arthur could tell it was an up and coming town, mostly relying on the business of Dies Irae for its economy. That wasn't a bad thing, though, Arthur though. It gave the place a sense of permanence, it gave the place a sense of civilization that an island getaway definitely needed. The foot in the port was great, fresh seafood and fries a classic meal that the chefs here could cook well. He'd have to return to that restaurant at some other time, he took a mental note of its name. Alongside the restaurant, during his cursory exploration of the guild, Arthur had managed to come upon a nice little garden by the seaside. Equipped with a fountain and bench, it was the perfect location for him to meditate in the presence of Helios. The god had been quite content with him over the past few weeks, even through the darker corpse incident. If anything, the god's reaction couldn't have been anything but approval, as he would have surely heard about it by now if he had done something to displease him. The little garden stop gave Arthur the pause to think. It let him think about the things he would tell his guildmates, what he'd tell the guildmaster, how he'd try to present himself. It was all too much for him to plan out, and the more he thought about it, the less scripted he wanted this whole thing to be. He needed to be genuine with them, and maybe then he'd make a few friends.
Stretching his shoulders and back, Arthur approached the large door to the main guild hall. A monestary of granites and grays towered before him. To be frank, the building was big enough to scare the shit out of him. The only thing as big that he had seen in his lifetime were maybe the cathedrals and buildings of Era. Standing out in the sun was fun enough as is, but that wasn't what he was here to do. Arthur could sunbathe on the beaches later, he came here for a reason that he wouldn't leave without addressing. With the strength (mostly mental) that he gathered in his arms, he pushed the grand door open as he entered into the guildhall's grand archway. The door's creaks and groans echoed out into the impossibly long hallway. Polished stone surfaces covered every surface, save for the long red carpet extended from the door and out into the main throne room. He could see the golden highlights from his position all the way at the door. This is where he'd have to say something, alert his presence to anybody in the vicinity. The last thing he wanted was to be assumed as a thief or something of the sort. One of the mistakes Arthur had made, he realized, was that he was not particularly aware of how the guild recruited in the first place. Licking his lips, his voice carried out with various echoes through the hall.
"Hey umm, I'm a new recruit just coming in here now. Anybody here?"
WC: 1030 TWC (For Exam) 1030
The trip here was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The boat was magnificent, lacrima and technology combined to create the smoothest sailing Arthur had ever experienced. The food was excellent too, for being cooked by sailors of course, but that was besides the point. For most of the trip's duration, Arthur remained above deck, letting him get a good look over the ocean. And the things he had seen, well they could have inspired many works of art if he had a lick of creativity in his body. It was not unlike Hargeon, in a way, where the sea glinted with sunlight while an annoyance of seagulls polluted the otherwise peaceful soundscape. Arthur wouldn't have had it any other way though, it was characteristically an island escape. And an island escape was exactly what Arthur needed right about now. After that grave encounter in magnolia, he never wanted to step foot in that town again. It felt like the place was cursed, had left a curse on him even. To think that a corpse had managed to wake itself up from the grave just to beg of his help, the thought made him shiver. Not the time, though, to reminisce upon old traumas. This was a time for new memories, and potentially even more traumas to be formed.
Port Amber was nice, if a little quaint. Arthur could tell it was an up and coming town, mostly relying on the business of Dies Irae for its economy. That wasn't a bad thing, though, Arthur though. It gave the place a sense of permanence, it gave the place a sense of civilization that an island getaway definitely needed. The foot in the port was great, fresh seafood and fries a classic meal that the chefs here could cook well. He'd have to return to that restaurant at some other time, he took a mental note of its name. Alongside the restaurant, during his cursory exploration of the guild, Arthur had managed to come upon a nice little garden by the seaside. Equipped with a fountain and bench, it was the perfect location for him to meditate in the presence of Helios. The god had been quite content with him over the past few weeks, even through the darker corpse incident. If anything, the god's reaction couldn't have been anything but approval, as he would have surely heard about it by now if he had done something to displease him. The little garden stop gave Arthur the pause to think. It let him think about the things he would tell his guildmates, what he'd tell the guildmaster, how he'd try to present himself. It was all too much for him to plan out, and the more he thought about it, the less scripted he wanted this whole thing to be. He needed to be genuine with them, and maybe then he'd make a few friends.
Stretching his shoulders and back, Arthur approached the large door to the main guild hall. A monestary of granites and grays towered before him. To be frank, the building was big enough to scare the shit out of him. The only thing as big that he had seen in his lifetime were maybe the cathedrals and buildings of Era. Standing out in the sun was fun enough as is, but that wasn't what he was here to do. Arthur could sunbathe on the beaches later, he came here for a reason that he wouldn't leave without addressing. With the strength (mostly mental) that he gathered in his arms, he pushed the grand door open as he entered into the guildhall's grand archway. The door's creaks and groans echoed out into the impossibly long hallway. Polished stone surfaces covered every surface, save for the long red carpet extended from the door and out into the main throne room. He could see the golden highlights from his position all the way at the door. This is where he'd have to say something, alert his presence to anybody in the vicinity. The last thing he wanted was to be assumed as a thief or something of the sort. One of the mistakes Arthur had made, he realized, was that he was not particularly aware of how the guild recruited in the first place. Licking his lips, his voice carried out with various echoes through the hall.
"Hey umm, I'm a new recruit just coming in here now. Anybody here?"
WC: 1030 TWC (For Exam) 1030
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