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[Private] Esoteric Arts and Crafts; "Whatever that means..."
Topic Started: Jul 3 2016, 08:17 AM (727 Views)
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
Vento’s desire for a change in scenery seemed fairly simple enough. To momentarily acquiesce from his pen-and-book life as an a field researcher of Neo Cortex in order to learn something outside of his element. It was the primary reason why he was now knee-deep in an empty hole in the middle of Poinsettia’s vast Lavender Forest, with a worn spade set firmly in his dirty hand, the other one having been lost in an encounter with a particularly violent specter that ripped it to shreds.

Twenty-eight other people – twenty-eight more suckers who got shelled out for their hard-earned money for a chance to experience glorified construction work out in the woods – joined him, all of whom were in their own respective plots scooping dirt necessary for that day’s alleged lesson. Frankly, Vento did not see the need for such voluminous amounts of soil for just a single art class, but it was part of his participant’s agreement that he never question the ‘Guru’ of his methods. The scholar, however, could swear on his life at that point that the alleged 'Guru' was making them dig their own graves.

This little play started innocently enough. While he haunted his usual place before going to Café Castella to get a shot of Early Grey with milk and cinnamon sticks, he passed by a man advertising for an ‘Esoteric Arts and Crafts Class’ conducted by a person known as ‘The Guru’. The advertiser was a muscle-bound, dark-skinned foreigner with a shaved head and a thick brown beard framing his wide face; someone who would be a shoe-in for the image of a physically imposing Knight of Fiore archetype if only he had worn something more armored than a monkish white robe that ended just above his feet, with a golden sash exquisitely tied around his waist.

As someone who would normally ignore such claims of ‘otherworldly enlightenment’ right from the start, Vento found it strange that he was drawn to the man and actually take one of his flyers, a beautiful and well-designed piece of glossed paper many low-budget advertisers would avoid due to the sheer cost of just printing out so many. It was one of the things that made the raven-haired scholar consider taking up the class if only to satisfy his curiosity and have a few laughs while at it. That and maybe – just maybe – this ‘Guru’ would be someone he could actually learn from, as remote a possibility as it was since Vento was skeptical about these kinds of things.

That was the reason why Vento was now in the middle of Poinsettia’s forest digging for dirt, an act one might not expect oneself to perform after paying a sum of twenty thousand Jewels in order to join the ‘class’, which Vento now knew as more akin to instructing its participants the finer ways of being a construction worker than it was teaching them how to channel their inner qi or some such.

As if digging holes helped people channel energy, he thought to himself with an expression of unabashed mortification realizing the stupidity of his act etched on his sweat-drenched, but still hauntingly beautiful face of a pale Adonis. He knew better than them when it came to such things, but he did not mind playing along like an obedient sheep if only for his own amusement. He would see where this would go before he would sneak off, clean himself off, and proceed with his original plan.
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Menial labor and the usage of the almighty entrenching tool were nothing new to the private. After all, it had been until a mere couple of years ago that the Seveni had been naught but a mere farmhand. From constructing irrigation ditches back during his childhood in the farm, to erecting defensive positions and battlements of hastily dug earth during his brief tenure in the Royal Knights Academy, the young man could indeed claim that he had a fair amount of experience within the field, the likes of which had been intrinsic to the accomplishment of his objective.

But why was he doing such a laborious and taxing task? Surely it was not because he had a penchant for randomly digging up mounds of earth as if he were a mole. It was most certainly not because he was bamboozled by that rather imposing looking man that claimed to offer the chance of 'otherworldly enlightenment' and other blatant bull. For Ruslan, the answer lay in the fact that he simply wasn't here for purely for leisure. The nature of his career demanded it, and it was his duty to comply.

A couple days ago, the knight had been transferred to the city of Poinsettia from his garrison within Chrysanthemum, due to certain events that had transpired. Once he had arrived, the private found himself swamped with a nigh insurmountable amount of work that needed to be accomplish. Traffic duty, concert security, walking the beat, the list went on and on. Yet, there was nothing that the knight could complain about; at least he wasn't in Dandelion and in danger of getting brutally murdered about once every couple minutes. Nor did he have to deal with quelling the rampant debauchery and hedonism that was present in places such as Trillium. Poinsettia was just right for the man, not too dangerous, yet not too boring either.

Or so it was, until a pamphlet showed up upon his footlocker just a couple days ago, in which there was a request inside that was promulgated to the knight by command. Apparently, the problem lay in the fact that there was a particular person, a well built and dark-skinned man who had been suspected of being the perpetrator behind a vast array of cases that involved fraudulent conduct. On [REDACTED], the suspect had allegedly been responsible for a particularly dastardly Ponzi scheme that targeted investors who had been duped by the alluring concept of 'high-yield investment programs'. Then, during [REDACTED], this man had apparently been responsible for multiple accounts of scamming during [REDACTED]. Apparently, the man needed to be investigated, and if the information proved to be true, this person was to be summarily detained. Were the information proven inaccurate however, the man would be allowed to roam 'free', albeit under the watchful scrutiny of a couple of plainclothes knights. For his new unit to gather more information concerning the suspect, they needed someone to tail the man, a brave soul who would go the whole nine yards in order to get the job done. Going by some inexplicable reason, command decided that the aforementioned 'brave soul' would end up being the new guy, probably due to the fact that he was expendable.

As a result, Ruslan had found himself toiling away in his civvies, excavating dirt like his life depended on it, pausing to glance around once in a while to ensure that the alleged 'pundit' hadn't started rifling through the contents within his rucksack, for the items within would've served as a surefire means of implicating the man as a knight. From a cursory glance, the items within seemed innocuous enough. Water, food, a ragged blanket, and some toiletries. Yet it was the equipment underneath such items that the private was afraid that the 'Guru' might discover. With anxiety slowly but steadily eating away at his mind, the man attempted to distract himself more with more work, digging and tossing scoops of dislodged earth and clods of soil.
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Wait what am I doing here?” was the question Kirklin asked herself when she realized that she’s in the Forest. Retracting her steps the girl remembers that a stranger has given her the wrong instruction to find a cheap caravan. There is no way a caravan can be found here in the forest. All the girl ever wanted was to simply get out of Poinsettia and so she could it to Chrysanthemum. Sadly she was tricked by some random stranger to go into the woods. She spends a few minutes walking to and trying on finding her way out of the woods. Granted she is not the best when it comes to directions but if you guide her properly she would understand it and remember it. She feels scared because she’s not used on being lost like this. Wearing an odd looking outfit that her father made her in the middle of the woods is an awkward feeling, she could feel the air blowing on her back and it is not really a good one. The young lady keeps on walking on the woods, her eyes are looking for a way out but she just couldn’t find it. She needs help but there is no one around. She’s not prepared on encountering magical beasts yet as she only trained shooting and some self-defense but giant bears is a big no. She heard it on some news before that one probably lives here but she’s not really sure since most of the news she heard was fake. After walking for a good amount of fifteen minutes the girl found a few people digging dirt? What for exactly? She does not know but more importantly these people probably knows a way out of here. Her blue outfit would probably be noticeable so maybe the people would see her the moment she comes in their location. The girl takes a few step to ask one of men that’s digging on the ground. She pokes the guy from the back, this man has his hair colored black. “Hello? Do you know a way out of the forest?

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Vento raised his head in response to the unwanted finger that invaded his privacy and wheeled his attention to the direction of the initiator. Cold crimson irises peered through knife-like slits and gazed into green-colored eyes which would have coincided with the color of any tree in spring outside of the messed-up ecosystem of the Lavender Forest. Dark blonde hair framed her face while the strange blue cloak she wore, along with other personal effects that stood out in her unique fashion ensemble, did little to hide the petite, almost hourglass frame of a beautiful young woman that would make any man’s heart skip a beat. Vento Aureo, however, was not any man.

The sweat-laced visage of the raven-haired angel belied an attempt to shoo away the irksome lass, with a smile that disguised his cold intentions so convincingly that it seemed to welcome the young woman’s appearance like an old friend after a long time apart. “Good morning to you, miss; a bit out of place for someone so… uniquely dressed.” The assessment was forced out in false amity; in truth, Vento wanted to tell her that she looked more like one of those annoying cosplayers touting their newest creations in the Poinsettia public square, but he wanted to stay friendly to give her a modicum of respect every stranger deserved.

“In any case,” he continued, “I do not know where we are as well – I, and twenty-eight other participants, were just dragged along a seemingly random route into this weird class of sorts which supposedly allow one to achieve some kind of enlightenment. In fact, we took so many lefts and rights that it actually confused me,” explained the scholar with a slightly forced self-insulting chuckle, “although, to be honest, I think that digging a hole would be the least efficient way to go about it. I may be wrong though – the guy next to me looks like he is getting more out of this than any of us.”

With a thumb pointed in his direction, the young man directed the newcomer’s attention to the other man by his side who busied himself with his own plot of dirt. Unlike the rest of them who had difficulty with the task due to not being accustomed to such things, in his case, it was like he was born to dig dirt with a crummy spade.

The black-haired youth was a sturdily-built youngster who’s practiced movements of soil excavation seemed less like grunt-work and more like an art form, the latter seemingly fine with something that could, at best, be described as undeserved punishment. Tanned skin glistened from beads of sweat under the beating sun, although it only served to make the man all the more amazing given that he seemed to perform so well that he was shining, despite the harsh conditions.

“Or you can ask that guy,” followed up Vento, this time his thumb pointing to a heavy-set man with a round face typical of pudgy fellows sitting in meditation under the shade of a large lavender-colored tree flanked by two muscular ‘assistants’ on both sides. All of them had their heads shaved bald and dressed themselves in simple robes that were as dirty and dingy as the rest of their participants. Although it seemed to advocate equality among them and their ‘students’, Vento only saw it as a smoke-and-mirrors ploy. Nobody needed to know that, however; not right now, at least.

He turned back to the maiden, a smile still beaming on his face, and continued where he left off. “I apologize for not being of more help to you since you seem like a nice young lady. I do hope you manage to find your way out though; best of luck to you.”

With that said and all standard pleasantries done away with, Vento resumed to dig with his single arm and continued to work for as long as his endurance would last. Soon he hoped they would finally get something out of this, lest the seemingly self-appointed ‘Guru’ be met with the results of their day’s ‘work’—

—and twenty-eight, maybe twenty-nine, muddy spades straight through his skull for gypping them of twenty thousand Jewels they could have spent better on a day’s stay at any of Poinsettia’s luxurious spas or hot springs.
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It was only after what felt to be eons of furious digging that Ruslan realized he had diverged from his original objective, having dedicated himself solely toward digging, wasting all of his stamina and brawn on excavating what was by now a rather acceptable hole. Noting that he had become too preoccupied with his 'artisanal craft', the young man lost his vigor, plunging his entrenching tool into the dirt. Wiping the sweat off of his brow with soil-tainted, grimy hands, he glanced around quickly, taking a smidgeon of pride in the fact that he had progressed further than what appeared to be a fair majority of the rest, although the knight reasoned that he was also getting a sitrep on the area in which he was in. After all, reconnoitering the region would prove most helpful, in the event that exfiltrating out of the increasingly eerie forest was necessary. With that being said, the knight peeked out of the hole in which he had dug himself in, peering with a bit of difficulty at what was going on.

To his right, the man could see a multitude of other folk, no doubt roped into the class by means of suave marketing like that 'first degree target discrimination' tactic oft used by traveling merchants and peddlers back in his town, alongside the 'instructor' and his 'assistants', seemingly meditating against a tree. Swiveling his head around, the human periscope slowly surveyed the grounds of the forest clearing, eventually settling his eyes on what appeared to be two people pointing in his general direction.

The first person that he had rested his eyes upon appeared a rather handsome man, pale-skinned, who had until recently been digging a similar hole just a couple of meters away from the knight's position. Yet, upon closer scrutinization, the knight registered what appeared to be a stump where the person's limb once was. Ruslan was half-tempted to offer sympathetic words to the unfortunate man, however, he eventually decided against doing so. Missing limbs weren't that much of a strange occurrence, though unfortunate, and by now the private was pretty sure that the man in front of him must've heard enough pertaining to his arm, or lack thereof. With that, the knight craned his head ever so slightly to perceive the second person, scrutinizing her with the tawny windows that constituted his eyes.

Almost immediately, the first thing that came into the private's mind was...intriguing. Attractive, sure. Gaudy, more than likely. It appeared that the rather attractive young woman was extremely hard to miss, especially with the rather...interesting garments that she wore. What constituted her garb were of a fine and superior quality that made the man jealous, that much was true, but with the redolent splendor of such attire, he could only writhe in agony at what he perceived to be the cost of the materials. Probably enough to purchase half a life-time's worth of shawarmas, that much was certain. Come to think of it, that would really be nice. Shawarmas. Vermilion Broth. Buttered Mushrooms. Beer. Thinking back, there was a really good streetside vendor in Mizhou that sold all manner of such perishables. Wasn't there one in Poinsettia too? With various images of delectable cuisine popping up within the young man's mind, the private began to salivate at the thought of being rewarded with good eats, only to be reminded of his task upon hearing footsteps trudging toward his location.

Toiling with a fair amount of effort under the ever merciless sun, Ruslan turned his back and proceeded to 'work' once more, digging up more clods of dirt and soil, feigning productivity as the footsteps moved ever closer toward his 'rather modest hole'.
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Perhaps she might have asked the wrong person for directions, instead of getting in the place where taxis or even caravans can be found the person she asked pointed her to go to the lavender forest. It was not as hot as it is here when she walking through the forest, for the reason that the big trees blocked the sunlight from above. Slight breeze blown by her and it is enough to cool her down, walking with a huge bag with weapons inside is what a girl of her age normally does. She have managed to find a few people doing some work by digging through the dirt, maybe they are planting to plant in this vast area?

Shimmering with crimson eyes the random man he asked greeted her politely and has given the girl a comment about the way she is dressed, it must be a compliment since uniqueness is nice. Responding from the compliment the lady would nod the head of her down as she sprouts the word “Thanks.” The tale for why she is wearing such an odd outfit shall be told later, the summary is her father wanted her to be thee most uniquely dressed night with a good fashion sense. Maybe her father is a fashion designer? As odd as it is, she thinks that it is actually cute and but it leans more to the sexy side. It would be embarrassing if the men saw her back, she thanks the cloak of hers for hiding it.

The stranger she talked to tells her that they too do not know of where this location is. Her lips turns upside down frowning, discovering that the stranger also do not know how to leave this place. “I see..” the mood of the girl noticeably dumped into a negative one, she have uttered those words in such manner. The stranger follows the statement of his earlier by telling Kirk that another stranger that share the black hair color as he can maybe instruct her to a way out of this place. The man the first stranger speaks is noticeably seen working hard than the rest of the crowd in this place. The thoughts of her would give this man a comment Such work ethic made her want to wonder of why this other stranger is giving 110% on this. What are they digging for in the first place?

The attention of her is focused only to the man that the first stranger she have asked, this causes the girl to not hear what the first stranger has to say. The scene where the first stranger she have asked apologized for not being much of help will be followed Kirklin nodding the head of hers down “Thank You.” He did try. After last that sentence of which she spoke, the young girl now walks into a straight path to another strange man who wears the raven black hair. The hands of hers are place in front carrying a huge baggage around the half of her height, for many it is not known of what is inside of it but to her she identifies it as her bag of weapons.

Curving the knees of her down while slowly dropping the baggage that is around the half of her own height the lady shall ask the random man a question. “Excuse me, but do you know of a way out of this place?” The temperature in this place is burning she thanks her barrette for shielding the head of hers from the sun. She may have to take the huge cloak of her off, she is urging to for the reason of the heat in this area is causing her head to sweat. Uneasiness is displayed on her face.
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Several minutes after the blonde newcomer and the young man beside him got acquainted in a more formal manner, the towering form of the large Guru stood up from his meditative state and presented himself to his participants under the stark Poinsettian sunlight. Vento felt as if he had been transported into some heavenly scene straight out of a sacred book of religious scripture describing a scene in their lore where the prophet of that said religion revealed himself.

A grassy slope cascaded downwards onto an expansive lowland setting where clusters and mounds of dirt of varying sizes dotted the green like brown coffee stains. Participants both homely and scholarly looked up to the alien figure who had come in from whichever path of enlightenment he had resided with baited breath, save of course a few who, like the raven-haired scholar himself, simply took the scene before him at face value – a shoddy attempt to appear more venerable than he was.

As if to accentuate the spiritual atmosphere of the so-called teacher, his two lumbering assistants waved several censers around and about as if warding off evil spirits when, as far as Vento could surmise, they were merely filling the air with the fresh scent of vanilla so that their superior would not have to breathe in the heavy stench of sweat and grime that had invaded that patch of grassland; a green dot in the midst of a sea of lavender.

“Listen to me, my children,” he spoke in a booming voice in a tone of affection that felt almost genuine, “I say to you right now – man came from the soil and man shall return to the soil. It is but the cycle of life, an inevitable repetition which all of us would come to meet sooner or later; that is but fate.” He raised both of his hands up as if to bless them. “Oh my dear children, raise yourselves up and come forth from your earthen wombs; the time has come for us to mold ourselves just as we have been molded from the earth.”

With that declaration, the Guru’s two assistants put their censers aside and began assisting the participants out of their respective holes, one after the other, with Vento being one of the last few with how his plot had been situated near the far end of the area nearest to the forest. He was then directed by one of the large men to stand before his own mound of soil and instructed to wait for everyone before they continued. Once all twenty-nine participants were out, Vento and the others were each given a wooden stool along with a foot-powered potter’s wheel and a bowl filled with a liquid which looked like water for them to use in the sculpting process.

The scholar stifled a chuckle; it seems that in all the ‘enlightenment’ the Guru had been giving, he seemed to have forgotten that soil and clay were different, yet he wanted all of them to mold something besides droopy masses of brown mud that fall apart. It was a stupid idea to say the least, but as the conditions stated, ‘never question the Guru’. With that, and a mocking smile directed at the moderators, Vento began to work with his little ‘project’ knowing of the futility of the act.

When the activity came to start, it was only that time that the assistants took notice of the blonde’s plight and came up to her as she finished her interaction with the man in the other hole. “Excuse me, my lady,” they opened with a warm greeting and a smile, “might we request that you seat with our Guru in the meantime so you would not disturb our participants? This is the most important part of the lesson, you see,” explained the muscular men. “We only presume that you lost your way and we sympathize with it – once we are done here, we shall take you back to town along with the rest. Or, more interestingly, if you would like to participate, then that would be even better.”

Faces awaiting – if not outright expecting – the latter response held their ground with a smile.
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Pausing to catch his breath once more, the adolescent allowed himself a brief reprieve from his work, resting underneath a portion of his area that was thankfully shaded by the canopies of multiple conifers. Unfortunately for him, it would appear that knight's hiatus was interrupted by the voice of a girl. Craning his neck for a face to identify, the man, slightly annoyed, found himself face to face with the green eyed, blonde haired woman from before, who had apparently started questioning him concerning...what? A way out of here? Clearly, it appeared that the maiden hadn't managed to glean enough information from the man that she had conversed with before, considering she was now seemingly asking him the same spiel. No matter. In the event of a situation in which getting lost within the Lavender Forest occurred, he had been fortunate enough to scrawl a crude outline of a map beforehand, though considering just how easy it was to throw even well-prepared and equipped folk off within the forest, the efficiency and effectiveness of such a device would no doubt prove dubious. Yet, it was all that he had. Looking the girl directly in the eyes, Ruslan spoke.

"Let's see here...I believe that I may have a map which may be of assistance to you. However, it's pretty illegible, so be warned."

To state that the hastily crafted item was illegible was an understatement. Indeed, it was indeed a slightly acceptable work of cartography, but considering the relative mediocrity of the various sketches, topographical markings, and landmarks illustrated by the knight, it was little better than a mere means of assurance, one that meant little in these treacherous woods. Hopefully, it should prove useful enough for the young lass in some manner or form. Slowly stepping out of his hole, the man began to walk toward a cluster of foliage, beckoning for the girl to follow.

"It should be with my stash of goods over here...lemme just take a look and check," he stated, attempting a sheepish smile. As the others continued on with their tasks, Ruslan rummaged through the dense underbrush that constituted the location where he had hidden a fair amount of items too incriminating to leave in the rucksack, discreetly attempting to find the cache. A sense of widening panic began to pervade through the young man's thoughts as he came to a horrifying realization: It was no longer there.

Stammering in disbelief, the young man backpedaled with a clamor, horrified by the mere thought that his cover may have been blown. And all just because of his rather slipshod error too. Clutching his head, the knight allowed himself the brief pleasure of a small *Gahh!!!* before attempting to calm himself down. Although the items were taken, thankfully they were within a locked case. Suspicious as it may seem, anything incriminating can't possibly have been taken out yet. Right? Plus, there was the possibility that maybe it was just misplaced, or so he hoped. Attempting to instill this within his mind, the private took a couple of deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling. Turning back to his newfound companion, the man sighed once more before explaining the conundrum to the woman, whose name was of yet still unknown.

"Appears that my cache's been misplaced, or probably gone some way or another. Sorry 'bout that, miss...?"

But alas, it was during that moment that the instructor began his spiel, preaching of fanciful words concerning his interpretation on the cycle of life, which seemed somehow similar to that one phrase that he remembered his father had once stated. "From darkness, we once came, and back to darkness, we shall return," or so it appeared to be. A tad more foreboding and cynical than what the instructor preached, but it was essentially the same thing. Still, it left a strange taste within the man's mouth, to hear such a similar, yet different interpretation of such a viewpoint on life's mysteries and inner workings. Wait, no. Now wasn't the time to be ruminating about philosophy or contemplating the mysteries of life. The hell? When did he get this sidetracked in the first place? Remembering his objective, the private tensed up, casting suspicious and wary glances at the instructor and his two assistants. Yes, this was what he was here for. Not for play. Not to dabble in the nature of humanism and the meaning of what life is all about. To ascertain whether these people were indeed who they said they were, and not just a bunch of conmen was his original goal. How embarrassing, to have strayed away so quickly.

Moving back to his mound of soil, which had been supplemented with a portable potter's wheel and a bowl, filled with some clear liquid of sorts, Ruslan conversed a bit more with the girl before temporarily parting to 'make a pot' out of dirt.

"Well, looks like the guys in charge of this little operation want to talk with you over there. Best case scenario, just maybe, they might actually help you with a way out. If not, I'll probably see what I can do on my end to get ya out of this here mess. If anything comes up, just let me know. Name's Ruslan, just in case you forget, considering 'You!' and 'Person with the Face!' are a little too broad considering the amount of people here."
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It’s normal for a girl of her age to start panicking when put to this kind of situation, she however tried to be patient hoping for something to happen. That ‘something’ she is waiting for might help her find a way out of this place. There is loads of people in area that she just stumbled upon. A person who lost would try to talk to the first person they can find and for Kirk she saw a man that has a raven black hair, she would try to approach them. The thing she first did was to extend the arm of her forward so that she could poke the back of that stranger, she then asked the man if they could help her but instead she was instructed by this man to talk to another person who has a black hair. The young lady found herself bending the knees of her down as she asks another person on a hole if they would be able to help her get out of this place.

They replied with saying that they have a map that could maybe help her get out of this place, that sentence alone sparked joy to her heart and made her feel uneasy. When the said man stepped out of whole that they are digging, they would say that maybe on their stash of goods. The young lady would try to follow him after getting back to a standing position, meanwhile the bag of her would be picked up from the ground. After a few seconds she noticed that the man is panicking too? It seems the map that they were talking about is missing someone might have stolen her, this made the lip of the girl curve upside down as she feels saddens wrap her chest. Maybe it would have been better if she had asked the father of hers to go with her, no she is lost and this maybe forever. The second stranger that she had met then told her that there are people that might be wanting to have a conversation with her.

It is out of nowhere that these two men who presented themselves by wearing a brown robe that has stains of muds around it. The girl thought they might be able to get her out of this place. Of course is willing to do everything so when she heard that they would help she would reply with a “Yes” though it does look odd how they were able to tell that she is lost. They do look kind and willing to help her, she does not really know what to do for the reason that she does not know what the digging activity is about. These people have advised her to sit with their guru, that she easily spotted by turning her head to the man who is at a towering height looking all gloomy. Since she does not know what to do she shall try to bother and ask these people of what should she do. “Excuse me but.. umm all I have to do is sit with him right?
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The guru welcomed the presence of the beautiful blonde girl with him with all the reverence of a holy man, calm and stoic, seemingly not even roused at his seatmate’s beauty as alluring as it was to any normal man. “Come, come, my child; please have a seat,” he spoke, assuring the stranger of amity that belied the esoteric nature of their current endeavors in the land. He would leave that to the participants as he and his assistants went back to watching the people work on their respective creations and failing miserably while they were at it.

It was to be expected and the guru seemingly did not mind; after all, as their teacher, he knew better than the pained looks and groans of his students who were locked in by the condition to ‘Never question the Guru’. He knew better than what their failures abnegated from their senses of satisfaction; he felt it too, back when he was younger – and he knew that it was only through hard work, proper planning, and a little bit of skill that one could ultimately make one’s fortune in this life.

Unlike most of the other participants who carefully, if not meticulously, slopped on mud and the strange opaque liquid with almost religious reverence, Vento simply defied all artistic instinct since he knew the absolute futility of the act. If anything the only thing they were accomplishing with such an act was to get themselves even dirtier than before, along with the possibility of being simple entertainment in the eyes of the allegedly enlightened teacher who lorded over them with a passive-aggressive mien.

As much of a sham the scholar thought it was, the situation still piqued Vento’s interest without a shadow of a doubt. He expected that nothing would come out of this endeavor, but he was sure that this activity had some kind of hidden meaning behind its outright senselessness. Until he found that our – by of reason of simple curiosity alone – he would continue with this twenty thousand Jewel waste of time if only for the slim chance that this might – just might – produce something worthwhile. Nevertheless, the young man’s patience was not infinite. If results would not pick up soon, he might just sneak out altogether and leave those who were still convinced of the spiritualist’s authenticity to their own devices.

As if sensing the doubt in his heart, one of the assistants found his way to his presence and addressed him with a calmer, more restrained form of intimidation. He did not need to act or even threaten the much smaller man in the form of the raven-haired researcher; he just needed to stand there and look down, his lumbering frame already enough of a coercion in itself.

“Anything wrong, friend? You seem to be having difficulty with your sculpture,” he spoke, the man’s baritone voice rumbling in his ears.

Vento took a while to answer in his usual detached bluntness in order to dispel his distrust of the question. “I am just not that artistic. I do not even know why your teacher would make us do something futile; you need clay to sculpt, not mud.”

A chuckle escaped the supposed monk. “Yes, it is true, I was also taken aback by the Master’s ways before and even mocked him for it. After all, spirituality and self-awareness are not exactly priorities to a Midian pirate like me,” he admitted. “Then again, who knew that a former pirate like me would become a monk? That is just how life works, I guess; you never know what you can become if only you try.”

Taken aback by that casual revelation, the young researcher allowed himself a grunt of temporary submission; at least for a bit longer with this futile act of trying to mold something that was not meant to be molded. “Well, if you put it that way,” he said, “I guess it would not hurt listening to a pirate for once.”

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