The latter half of Baron’s adventure was just beginning, it went by and by with his old life really, the son of a shepherd like some sort of cartoon character. Whatever that was. He licked his lips and in nervousness as prepared to go on a proper tour of Oaktown. It was going to be quite an adventure if he played things by ear and didn’t just roam around playing the fool with any raggamuffin that took him in. Maybe that was why he licked his lips so much, nerves getting to him about the possibility of becoming a full time adventurer and fighter for justice. Speaking of being a fighter for justice he was frequently thinking about rune knights and people like them. Could he have been one of them? Maybe not, he didn’t have the gall to raise his hand to another person unless of course they were a mouthy person who overrated themselves like his last few fights and all.

It was about time he had some Fioran rhapsody! An adventure in the crown jewel of the region was perfect to spark interest in the city from him and others. Baron was a simple man of simple beginnings, he grew up on a farm after all with quite a few brothers and sisters. Jon, John, Johnny, Phillipa, Perry, Argentina… Those weren’t his family’s names… What was he thinking about? That couldn’t have been there names… Who were they again? His siblings and members of his families of course! Sometimes he wished he had their names tattooed on his body, but with his tattoo removal came a few other things. Like um, well his lack of tattoos on his chest and all, just on the premise of his body around his back and neck and arms, he still had one somewhere but he forgot where he wanted to keep it… maybe his shoulder. If only he had kept his many pieces of art spread over his body, he had an idea to keep them on his lower half and just have them grow again but there was no use in that plan now as he had several things going on at once, he had a full head of hair and a nice little beard growing, all was right in his world so what was the need for tattoos? Maybe he was delusional but that would be how he got himself over! Many tattoos and a handsome face! Oh...

Baron was quite a handsome man after all a nice face shape, nice eyes, pretty lips, great hear, wonderful ears, he was just so damn handsome… How could he be denied? Well considering his last few interactions it was obvious that he wasn’t getting rejected the ladies loved him! Even the one that ruined his cup of noodles, even if she was pretty it just wasn’t fair to him that she’d come along and smack his noodles out of his hand but she more or less made up for it.

Speaking of the woman who knocked his noodle in the dirt he had been thinking about her and her lilac hair for a while. He remembered seeing her silhouette before she smacked into him it was quite scary really. He was just a poor boy from a poor family yet she came around and showed him the beauty of fashion and noodles, he wasn’t sure if he could trust her at first. She was kind of shady and sketchy he wouldn’t lie. Who was she to him? Just randomly offering him penance for ruining his food like some sort of nun. Who did she think she was? She was no body! Yet she was so kind to him that he wouldn’t fight her, no he would instead just enjoy her company and all. Why was he thinking of her before his adventure? Well eh, no harm in doing so. Nothing really mattered anyway right? He was just a guy sitting around thinking about people. Maybe he could catch a few Zs before heading off. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Was he caught in a landslide trying to escape reality. And when he thought of her he thought about the difference between fantasy and reality. Anywhere the wind blew didn’t really matter to him as long as he could think of her kindness, so kind and sweet. She might have even brought him more noodles if he was careful. She was that nice! If only he could speak to her more, too bad they didn’t have a way for him to send her a message from afar he would def do more shopping with her. Who was she? How could they meet again? Those were his queries but they would never be answered properly now would they?

There was no question that he could probably see her again, she was pretty cute for a purple haired lass but needed more to her than just a pretty face. She dressed well but she seemed to be of the upper crass. How could he have caught her attention without his precious meal getting knocked to the ground? If only he could see her.. Without that happening. He could carry a protective lid? Yes! That would surely help him get into her zone without falling out of his zone. He often thought of the noodles lost that day, so cold and juiceless, it was a scary gruesome scene that he didn’t think he would ever relive, but there he was staring down his noodles as they seemed onto the ground with little care for their own well being. He missed them sometimes, but again nothing really matters does it? They were just a castuality in meeting a hot babe. Maybe he would just meet her again in his travels around the country. He blew with the wind after all. Speaking of blowing, he thought about that thick chick he had met on the street and boy was she something special.

He was spending more time thinking than adventuring at this point. He thought about another woman from his travels. The brunette bomb shell with a heart of steel and bad temper. He didn’t catch her name but boy did she have a personality on her. He remembered standing in awe when he first saw her, he thought that he was in love but really it was just indigestion and love at first sight. Now she was a real woman, she had it all, a fierce glare and angry expression on her face. He’d tell her stories for days over adventuring which he should have been doing right now. How could he have been so foolish in letting her go? She was obviously a very busy woman with a lot of work to do and he just let her go without word. How could he be such an idiot… Welp it was too late to cry about her wasn’t it? No! He could still see her! Maybe, if he was lucky. She would probably be a heck of a lot harder to meet than the lavender haired hottie. He’d need to play it cool when he saw her, maybe wear a nice tuxedo Tee shirt and all. He had to play the handsome stranger after all to get her attention to him. Yeah a nice tux tee shirt, some khaki pants, with the little pockets maybe in black and he could comb his hair all city like and proper. She was a classy lady after all and deserved a classy man. He could be that classy man he oozed class after all and was pretty cute to boot she’d have to like him right? Wrong, she saw him struggle to work out and probably deemed him inadequate as a mate. What?

She reminded him of a she wolf. So dominant and cunning in her approach, scary and pretty at the same time. Beautiful to look at, graceful in her presence but when angry she’d tear your throat out with her fangs… Oh that woman. She eluded him so. If only he could have caught her name. He’d use that to maybe see her again if there was a way. Some sort of instant letter service… Instant… Instant noodles! What if someone made something like that? Instant noodles, they’d make a killing on the noodle market, like some sort of noodle monopoly could form and people from far and wide would just buy instant noodles over traditional. He’d have to remember that for later that’s a capital idea. But back on topic he was thinking about the angry girl. Oh yeah, she was really pretty and if he could he’d wife her if he wasn’t so poor. She was probably high maintenance but well worth it. Hm, what else was there to think about? That instant ramen idea wasn’t half bad, but there were other people he had met that he could think of for a brief moment before continuing on. Neat.

Sitting on his bed Baron laid back and flicked on the television set. With one foot crossed over another he stared down the set and sighed. What ever could have been on TV today? Nothing special it seemed, but there had to be something on! The TV set itself was pretty nice, it was on a stand and he had no idea how it worked. Maybe it was just this big magic box with fancy magic people projecting themselves with fancy magic instruments. City folk were so strange and endearing. He wanted to learn more about them really, he wasn’t a fan of magic first off. Mostly because he had no idea how people could do all of the fancy bull shit they did. Were they really people of magic ability or was it smoke and mirrors? It hurt like like ability but there were still like fancy smoke and mirrors with it. Some enchanted something stupid, others said magic words. How could he get in on that? Then again he was kind of afraid of mages in truth. There were so many in the world and he couldn’t even get over in his own house! How was he supposed to fight mages with the knights when he lacked the ability to do so. He had to think this one over carefully, maybe get some armor a weapon… Or he could fight fire with fire! Literal fire! Fire magic! That would show that dastardly mages of the world! He’d be a real force to reckon with if he had a magic. He’d be like FWOOOSH, fire in your face, fire in your mouth, lava in your throat, I’ma a GOD. Wait who is he thinking too? What if a mage was reading his thoughts now? He had to be careful...

The idea of having a magic intrigued him greatly oh the things he could do. Fire here fire there, magic and magic! Boom! He could look at shit and set it ablaze. Or what if he could read thoughts? He could be the king of chess, go pro and dominated the league! But he didn’t know how to play chess… He could go back to sports! Yes! That was a great idea, base ball was his sort he could read the minds of pitchers to know how hard they’d throw the ball and knock it out of the park every time. Or X ray vision! Well that would just be awful and awkward, he’d see everyone naked! Or their skeletons and after a while that would just be scary and intimidating. He’d probably catch paranoia and run back home before anyone could catch him with it. Nah, fire magic seemed like it’d be fun. Or maybe lava magic he could spew it all over people for the time of their lives. But would it burn him? Maybe, maybe not, it was up in there air really. It’d burn like hell if he wasn’t immune and he wouldn’t want that. Maybe…

Lava and fire were two of a kind and speaking of them the TV flicked onto a nice documentary on volcanoes which was kinda boring. Didn’t matter, he would just watch it anyway as he sat up on his bed and leaned in for better viewing. The volcano was magnificent, it was so large and voluptuous. He had to have it! Or well a magic that allowed him to be like it. Then again, if he were to get some sort of lava magic would it hurt? He thought about that before, but there was no way it’d burn him right? He was its owner and master. He commanded lava! Maybe he could choose who it burned and who it didn’t, then again… Could he ingest lava as well or just his? How confusing it all was to think about, maybe he could play with all lava or just some lavas. WHY WAS HE THINKING ABOUT LAVA. He flicked the tv to another channel to see something much more entertaining, a weather woman talking about Oak’s weather conditions. Simple enough, very nice lady, had on a blue dress and black jacket pointing out things happening in the valley It looked like it was going to rain today and that was no good. He’d need a nice jacket if that was the case. He’d have to maybe get one for himself, try his best not to get too wet when he went out today. She also mentioned a thunderstorm, that may hinder his plans. There were only a few clouds in the sky at the moment there was no way a full on storm would ruin his adventure! Thus he looked outside again for confirmation only sitting up out of bed to look out of the glass panes of his window.

If it did rain he would need to think up a crackpot scheme to get dry in the rain. Maybe water magic was a thing. Yeah he could bend the water to not touch him and everything. That’d be legit. He’d never get wet, though would probably take a ton of concentration and often at times if he used the bathroom he might slip up and use his magic causing many flood… Gross. Why would he think about THAT, what was wrong with him really. He had issues but not that bad, he could handle a little water with ease he was a man after all and knew how to keep himself entertained as well as busy so he wouldn’t mess around and ruin his awesome magic for himself. That’s if he ever gets one anyway. That was a certain way to keep himself cool in the summer! He could open private water lounges where people would pay him to keep them wet. Like a personal water fan or something, he could put mist all on them. Yes, Baron’s misty adventure that would be he’d make millions and create a monopoly on the human satisfier game. Keeping things well hydrated.

It was one thing to be a water satifier but another to be a water whore and that wasn’t going to be a fun job if people were just going to make him stand around to keep them cool. Unless they were a pretty lady! Then he’d do it free! Then again that’d get boring. Maybe he could think of something else for a nice summer job. What about a pet expert? No wait he was thinking about magic and mages! Speaking of both he still needed to sign up officially with the Rune Knights to earn his colors and marks. He’d probably make a great knight a real man of the people. Yes that was his goal he’d be a man of the people! The people’s champion of Rune Knights and stuff. He would defend them from dastardly male mages and let the female ones go with a warning if they’re pretty or not. That was a big factor in him getting the job a pretty woman had led him to want to join up with them and all. Thus he could easily join with her praise and join for her! She was so pretty and all of course he’d sign up to be a knight boy and wear some fancy mark to protect the citizens of Oak and Fiore! He was a man of Bosco but lived in Fiore! His heart was with his home country but he had to strive to protect those around him as a hero! That would be his duty to serve and protect Fiore and Bosco from evil! With his fun in hand… His gun… In hand. Where was his gun anyway? He looked to his left, and his right and saw it hanging on the bed post. Still in its protector thing.

Maybe he should polish it to show it he cared one of these days. He could just sit down and wax his gun, just shine it all day and do stuff like that. How could he not have so much fun? It’d be awesome to be able to just sit down and polish his gun all day. What a sense of pride he’d have then, just polish polish wax wax, dry off and repeat. He loved that gun even though he didn’t have much use for it outside of shooting people. Maybe he could be that sort of knight, bang, bang kind of knight. Shooting perps and people for money so they won't escape him and hard justice. FOR JUSTICE would be his motto and his catch phrase would vary depending on the situation. Perhaps just a little light jab at whoever he was arresting, yes that would be genius! Making many arrest get lots of money and things like that. Who knew how much he’d make just shooting bad guys probably lots of money. But who knew at that point it’d probably take him some time to really rack in the big bucks. What to do what to do.

Shaking his head of his distracting thoughts Baron laid back down on his bed and stretched his arms and legs. A nap before adventure would probably do him some good. Yeah, that’s what he would do a nice sturdy nap before he went around commiting whatever acts of kindness he was gonna do. He rubbed his eyes and soon after clapped his hands, in response his lamp would shut off and he’d turn off the television himself but not before watching a little more of the ole boob tube. He sat still for a moment flicking through the channels for anything interesting, there must have been something good on right now it couldn’t have all been documentaries and volcanoes after all. He boredly flicked on and on as he watched the colors go by, nothing of interest coming on just yet as he scanned the channels. He turned the volume down before he would resume scrolling. Without much to watch he would eventually get tired but for now he was alright as he continued looking through the channels. He clapped his hands again to turn on the lights, only to turn them back off with a smirk on his face. It was quite fun to turn the lights on and off again without much worry. He steepled his fingers now after turning the TV off and sat quiet for a moment, room now oddly dark. He closed the blinds, the shades, and anything else he needed to create a dark environment for himself as he relaxed in the warm darkness of his room. “Take me away sleep.” he sighed as he laid back. How boring this was going to be if he didn’t get to sleep in time. He looked around the room, it was mostly dark more or less.

He’d stretch as if he was loosening up for something but instead just sat still as he continued to gaze around the room. There was nothing, nothing happening right now of interest that made him want to get up and move. Now he was just sitting there wondering and wandering in his thoughts as he sat there like a dummy. Stiff and unmoving. There was more to think about, maybe being alone with his thoughts would provide him with adequate boredom to put him to sleep soon after. That was a decent idea thus he would try it as he laid in darkness on his own, dead to the world for a few moments as he looked up at the ceiling and thought about other people he met. Maybe a woman or two, a man? He hadn’t met many people and very little in the way of men yet here he was trying to recall any he had met. None came to his thoughts right now, but later on maybe they would. He had met so many women, there were more he could talk about, but for now perhaps it was best if he just picked another to think about.