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Intermission 2: Spring
Between chapter 2 and 3
Robin's Journal
Quarto 10, 535 PB
Entry 15
I'm glad we're finally through with all of the lengthy vacation to Erika's home. While it was nice not to worry about the typical trials and tribulations of this tumultuous territory of Spectrum, where things are hectic and I use a lot of T's. It felt like I was out of my environment and purpose, almost as if I wanted to commit to my current job as a Slayer, even if I didn't like it at first, it's grown on me. Morgan said during one of the first weeks that I needed to be here for my own intentions, not just to help babysit Florence... Even though I still intend to do that, he needs direction if he really wants to prove himself.
Older sisters always will take care of their younger brothers, I'm not sure Morgan gets that. I don't think she's ever had family, but it's the older siblings birthright and duty to make sure their younger ones do not do something stupid.
Erika's parents lived in the country of Kingsweld, a snowbound country across the Jade Sea. I was completely shocked how technology can be so different when you head outside of Rosewall, I heard even Cambris hasn't gotten around to manufacturing as advanced technology such as high performance computers and those strange cell phones you can tap on the screen. Kingsweld has cars without the typical rubber tire, the streets are lit with lamps and the roads are paved with bricks. Actually, I really got a kick out of that.
Even if circumstance says that the roads in Kingsweld are paved with bricks is more just a lack of resources, labor and money from the fact it technically isn't controlled by any governing body who could probably set up an agenda, everyone tends to fend for themselves and they seem to like it. The bricks in each city as we drove through each one were different. I actually had Erika's dad, who was a builder tell me each and every type of brick paving so I can possibly one day pave the Goldshore manor with my own special brick road.
The first kind is called the 'Herring Bone.' It's named after a Herring, duh. Well, it's actually named after the bones of the fish. Each tile is set up to press up against other tiles at two different angles, allowing less amount of slip in exchange for symmetry. The second is the 'Stretcher Bond.' It's kind of like how most brick buildings are made in such a way so they can slightly sway from a breeze or light earthquake and not send the entire thing to pieces like the block play sets I gave to Florence when I stepped on one and ended up kicking it across the room. Don't step on those.
Actually, I just realized how boring this journal is, I'm not sure if whoever is eventually going to steal or read this journal is going to actually care how bricks are paved, but damn it, it matters to me! But I digress, and will return to the subject of Erika's home for our 2 weeks of vacation. Well... It was more like 10 days not counting the traveling... I need to stop undermining my own points. Erika's parents, Brandt and Hanna are very stout and stuck in their old ways. They fish for their own food just outside of their home, which was surprisingly a re-purposed boat from the Ash War about 20 years back, when Astra invaded Rosewall while it's territories, my fathers included were starting to fall apart when the Ash weapons caused a rebalance of power.
They took us in with open arms we
quickly sat down and had a long dinner and a conversation as well, we
learned that Erika moved to another country because her father was a
member of Spectrum before he settled down back in the early days of
the company.
She decided to take up attempting to do it to somewhat live up to his fathers legacy, though it seemed his mother really just wanted her to stay in the country and get a somewhat normal, less deadly profession, but she began to argue about how she wants to prove to herself that she could do it. I admit, I admire her determination, but it seems like if she tries too hard she'll end up burning her candle's wick to the end, if you don't mind the metaphor.
After that, we slept for nearly 10 hours each, I didn't think traveling in a plane could be so potentially tiring, but it turns out that because of the sun moving as we traveled, it completely messed with all of us. I had to slap Florence to get him awake, and that barely ever happens now a days. And no I don't hit him all the time, that would be very cruel. I just hit him sometimes, there's a difference.
The first thing we did after recovering from the flight was go camping, camping wasn't my thing back when I tried it out back during our entry exams, and it still isn't. I didn't have an outfit for it, and one of my dressed was torn up by a branch as I was running past it, it's kind of what I get for wearing long skirts in any sort of action. After that, we went fishing even though no one brought a fishing rod.
Her parents apparently FISH BY HAND, it was probably the craziest thing I've ever seen, digging hands into holes, grabbing fish by the mouths and throwing them over to be cooked for later. I mean, Erika's Mother and Father are quite strong, her dad is nearly 7 feet tall with this huge beard that covers half of his face, her mother is pretty hardy herself but it's still quite interesting to watch. They invited me to join them but I was afraid to since I didn't want a fish to rip one of my fingers off in a horrific accident, they just called me paranoid.
After that, we set up our tents and created a campfire so we could some of the fish and got ready to rest for the night. The floor was hard and I ended up sleeping on a rock that night, we all had to squeeze into one tent and it was loud and noisy and Erika kept trying to sneakily open a bag of chips that we bought from the bazaar while not waking anybody up, she failed. Everyone woke up and got upset with her and her discrete chip bag opening.
After that, we took another trip to the bazaar where I actually managed to pick up some legitimate outdoorsy wear, along with a very nice sun hat that everyone mistakes for wearing some kind of sombrero. It's a sun hat, not a sombrero you nincompoops. There's an entire market street comprised of people sitting at small booths to sell their wares, it's a fairly free market and people advertise not by radio or television, but by shouting it at the street for anyone willing to hear. That's why Erika was interested when a mustachioed man shouted that he had chips. Erika cannot escape her willingness to buy chips, I am a woman without that quality.
After that, Erika's Parents, Erika, Morgan and I all began to drink at the tavern, we left Florence at an ice cream shop where apparently he caused another pistachio related incident that I had to pay out of pocket, it was one of the reasons I wasn't able to buy a horse so I can have a proper horse-drawn carriage and not a depressing embroidered shack with wheels. Erika got into a bar fight with a midget until she decided to give him the rest of her chips as an apology, I was confused.
There was one particular shopkeeper who was selling animal masks, having a beard that could rival Erika's father, he was shouting literally as we walked three feet from the booth. Telling us how we should “BECOME LIKE THE SHEEP PEOPLE! THE SHEEPLE!” as we just picked up the pace, walking away and back home out of fear the man was on some sort of drug that makes you want to become a sheep man, his accent was so thick that if he wasn't yelling he just sounded like he was using entirely euphemisms. Kingsweld is weird.
She decided to take up attempting to do it to somewhat live up to his fathers legacy, though it seemed his mother really just wanted her to stay in the country and get a somewhat normal, less deadly profession, but she began to argue about how she wants to prove to herself that she could do it. I admit, I admire her determination, but it seems like if she tries too hard she'll end up burning her candle's wick to the end, if you don't mind the metaphor.
After that, we slept for nearly 10 hours each, I didn't think traveling in a plane could be so potentially tiring, but it turns out that because of the sun moving as we traveled, it completely messed with all of us. I had to slap Florence to get him awake, and that barely ever happens now a days. And no I don't hit him all the time, that would be very cruel. I just hit him sometimes, there's a difference.
The first thing we did after recovering from the flight was go camping, camping wasn't my thing back when I tried it out back during our entry exams, and it still isn't. I didn't have an outfit for it, and one of my dressed was torn up by a branch as I was running past it, it's kind of what I get for wearing long skirts in any sort of action. After that, we went fishing even though no one brought a fishing rod.
Her parents apparently FISH BY HAND, it was probably the craziest thing I've ever seen, digging hands into holes, grabbing fish by the mouths and throwing them over to be cooked for later. I mean, Erika's Mother and Father are quite strong, her dad is nearly 7 feet tall with this huge beard that covers half of his face, her mother is pretty hardy herself but it's still quite interesting to watch. They invited me to join them but I was afraid to since I didn't want a fish to rip one of my fingers off in a horrific accident, they just called me paranoid.
After that, we set up our tents and created a campfire so we could some of the fish and got ready to rest for the night. The floor was hard and I ended up sleeping on a rock that night, we all had to squeeze into one tent and it was loud and noisy and Erika kept trying to sneakily open a bag of chips that we bought from the bazaar while not waking anybody up, she failed. Everyone woke up and got upset with her and her discrete chip bag opening.
After that, we took another trip to the bazaar where I actually managed to pick up some legitimate outdoorsy wear, along with a very nice sun hat that everyone mistakes for wearing some kind of sombrero. It's a sun hat, not a sombrero you nincompoops. There's an entire market street comprised of people sitting at small booths to sell their wares, it's a fairly free market and people advertise not by radio or television, but by shouting it at the street for anyone willing to hear. That's why Erika was interested when a mustachioed man shouted that he had chips. Erika cannot escape her willingness to buy chips, I am a woman without that quality.
After that, Erika's Parents, Erika, Morgan and I all began to drink at the tavern, we left Florence at an ice cream shop where apparently he caused another pistachio related incident that I had to pay out of pocket, it was one of the reasons I wasn't able to buy a horse so I can have a proper horse-drawn carriage and not a depressing embroidered shack with wheels. Erika got into a bar fight with a midget until she decided to give him the rest of her chips as an apology, I was confused.
There was one particular shopkeeper who was selling animal masks, having a beard that could rival Erika's father, he was shouting literally as we walked three feet from the booth. Telling us how we should “BECOME LIKE THE SHEEP PEOPLE! THE SHEEPLE!” as we just picked up the pace, walking away and back home out of fear the man was on some sort of drug that makes you want to become a sheep man, his accent was so thick that if he wasn't yelling he just sounded like he was using entirely euphemisms. Kingsweld is weird.
Morgan has been acting stranger the
past couple of months, she occasionally glances in her pocket to pull
out a red cell phone, I asked her about why she never would actually
call anybody on it, but she tells me only to “forget about it”
and “it isn't your issue.” We all decided to sit down to talk
about it, but Morgan got upset and left for the night until we
actually got on the plane to get home. I'm somewhat worried about her
as she's gone strangely aloof since the new year broke
through.
Maybe if we give her space, she'll actually listen to us and let us in on this issue.
Maria's Journal entry #2
Quarto 10, 535 PB
I hate planes so much.
Someone forgot the cat food.
Lily is the dumb.
I made a haiku, this journal still sucks.
Maybe if we give her space, she'll actually listen to us and let us in on this issue.
Maria's Journal entry #2
Quarto 10, 535 PB
I hate planes so much.
Someone forgot the cat food.
Lily is the dumb.
I made a haiku, this journal still sucks.
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