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Meeting up with Snow and Chel like that... It was quite the welcome surprise. For a moment, Alisa even hoped Chel and Snow might join her for a few more missions, but alas, they soon went off on their own business. Understandably, considering, well, the depth to their relationship; after all, even Alisa might feel bad to linger around the two like a third wheel for much longer. Thus, after that rather delightful lunch of pizza, both pairs went their separate ways, with the human and lampent leaving the couple to their own devices as they went off to search for their next mission.
Delivering pizza was about as easy as they'd expect, and even if Alisa doubted she'd get any real experience out of the whole thing, she remained true to her almost year old plan of clearing every quest she could get her hands on. All the power at her disposal would do little without the experience to temper it, and without that, she'd keep failing like she did during the attack on Blue Pegasus, or the raid in Crocus... She'd keep failing like she'd yet remained to find her mother's killers. That simple thought made her grit her teeth, clenching her fist as she reaffirmed her resolve. Alisa would do whatever it took to reach the peak of her power, and seek whatever laid beyond it. More than the frustration at her past failures, her desire for strength spurred her on like nothing else, and before long she'd turned aside to her partner:
"Now, Lumen... Let's see what else the job board has in store for us~", she'd beam at the girl, devoid of the slightest hint at the conflicting emotions fueling her current drive. Once again they'd stand face to face with the request board, and once again Alisa reached the same conclusion as always: High risk, high reward jobs - the difficult tasks acceptable only by the strongest of mages - were few and far between. The jobs offered here would yield little to no experience...
But in place of quality, she had all the quantity she could ever ask. After scanning through the myriad offers until none particularly interested her, she picked off the first she could reach with the simple stretch of her arm. Handing out fliers at the entrance of the city, hub...? Under this heat...? How dreadful... Guess Alisa truly underestimated even these meager jobs, as this dreadfully dull task could actually provide a modicum of exercise.
With the sun beaming down overhead, she often found herself squinting, even raising a hand over her eyes to get a better look in the distance, with the occasional bead of sweat trailing down her cheek, dripping down onto her ample bosom. The day had gotten pretty hot, even hotter than you'd expect high noon to be at this part of the country. She kept her cool about her, yet Alisa's body felt anything but, and every so often she gave in and fanned herself. Despite her love of the season, Alisa's northern heritage left her ill adapted to the heat...
So as she approached the city gates - looking at Lumen who dealt with it comparatively better - she obviously didn't look forward to standing around at the gates all afternoon under this sun, handing out fliers... But she'd do it in the name of all those reasons that defined who she was in the first place: Pride, money, training, experience... She needed only pick one.
Strength is also Beauty
"Flowing with the summer waves~"
- Alisa Vollan
credit to nat of adoxography.
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