Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ Constellocean ❯ The School of Heart Nox, Part 2 ( Chapter 5 )

Lukas turned to the Taralian girl and bowed. “Thanks a lot for your help,” he said with an accompanying sigh, “We couldn't have beat them without you to distract them.” Albel rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the two, completely disagreeing with the crossbred lad. “You mentioned something about a `class,' right?” Lukas asked the girl, “Are you a student in that `Craftsman's Guild' thing?”

 

“That's right!” Aisha answered proudly as she walked over to the “felox,” “I'm in the IIP that just started. I'm double-majoring in alchemy and compounding. It suits me, since, in MY world, I'm an herbalist.” (A/N: “IIP” stands for “Inventor Improvement Program.”)

 

“So you, like, make medicines and stuff? Isn't that hard and dangerous?” Lukas asked with curiosity.

 

Aisha shook her head. “Not really. I know about most herbs in Mardias and what they do, so I know how to make Balms and other kinds of remedies, but I need an apothecary to mix them. I used to have to borrow apothecaries' workshops in order to grind the herbs up. You can't do that kind of thing out in the field, after all. The practice of making pharmaceutical products requires tools that only serve as burdens when traveling.”

 

“Well, shouldn't you be going to class now?” Albel asked snidely.

 

Before Aisha could yell back, Lukas stepped before her, making himself her and Albel's barrier. “Ignore him, Aisha. He's just moody `cuz he got help in defeating those harpies.

 

“What rubbish are you filling this ignorant child's mind with, maggot?!” Albel hissed at the “felox,” “I'm Albel the Wicked! I'd NEVER consider her interruption as `help!' I'm irritated with her meddling! That disrespectful brat didn't bother to consider my reputa—!”

 

Lukas flicked his whipping wrist toward Albel, hooked onto the artificial arm with his whip, and jerked abruptly, sending the swordsman crashing forward to the ground.

 

“He's also mad that those two harpies got away,” the “felox” sugar-coated, rewinding his whip, “Y'see, he's the kinda guy who simply demands power. That's all.”

 

“THAT is true…” Albel commenting, picking his face up and lying comfortably with his head leaning on his right arm, his chin in the palm, “…but I'd prefer that that little runt wasn't in my way! I could've gotten that pack away from us with a Shockwave Swirl or Double Slash, but she had to be all glitzy with her crystal sword and `PUUUL-verize' and `SUUUN-ray!' Please! What idiot brings his powers from their home galaxy to another. She should get used to using Symbology instead of that overly fictitious nonsense that she calls `magic.' What's more—!”

 

“Aqua Lash!” Lukas silenced Albel with his symbols, getting him in the face with a watery slap. “So, where's your class, Aisha?” he asked, deciding that it would be best to shift the conversation.

 

“I'm going to…” Aisha reached into the nothingness behind her, pulling out the slip of paper that she received from the Guildmaster. She unfolded it to look up her destination, carefully reading past and about the confusing lines that were on the paper BEFORE her classes were written on it. “`…The Ruins of Mmmo-ZEL?' However you pronounce it. These places have weird names. I mean, in Mardias, the huge, hard-to-navigate forest in the Bafal Empire is just called Mazewood. The Guildmaster told me that, to get to `Surrr… fairy-o' [or wherever], I need to travel past the Duhhhg-something-or-other Forest.”

 

“Mosel, huh?” Lukas asked.

 

{Oh no…} Albel thought, perceiving where the conversation was going as he wiped his face of water. (OW! Albel's wet! HOT!)

 

“Yeah,” Aisha replied energetically, blinking twice as she nodded once.

 

“Our alchemy class is there, too, so you can join US instead of traveling alone,” Lukas suggested with a friendly smile.

 

{Shit…} (I think Albel should use more swear words. Don't you? Well, it's not like y'all matter; it's MY story, so Lukas is gonna use his symbols to wash that bad boy's mouth out at the end of it! [Psych; y'all matter. My readers, pleeease revyoooooo!])