User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/1-7

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After we left the combat zone, we walked towards a musical shop I walked by before. It's not listed in Beovault's travelling brochure, but it's lack of advertisement wouldn't attract too much odd eyes. All this just a dumb sword...I seriously hope its still in business.


 * Nelo: So why aren't musical instruments MAG compatible?
 * Red: It's not like they don't exists, but there's been persistent reports of compressed instruments being out-of-tune everytime it's being processed.
 * Nelo: Make sense, most people tune based on their own preferences. Guess factory models would've just enforce memorization of first assembly's form.
 * Red: Yeah, and manual MAG isn't exactly cheap either; all things considered, you're better off getting an instrument old-school.

Written across the board is the name "Stadvi's Music Corner", decorated in vintage. Ah, the very same board I've seen years ago. No new ads, no real furnishing, I'm honestly surprised that it hasn't close shop yet. No customer in sight. We're the only ones. Good, less eyes to deal with. The shopkeeper sat behind the counter, his frayed gray hair and mustached portrayed the look of a wild artist. He shot us a look, then locked his sights to Nelo's sword: "We don't conduct that kind of business." ....I guess at some point you get desensitized to it. Nelo doesn't seem bothered by the remark, instead, his attention was shifted at the arranged instruments. I jabbed him with my elbow. That idiot. Nelo appears to be startled. Hmm, so he was distracted. Refocusing, he walked towards the counter, and brandished his sword "I'm looking for a guitar case one large enough to keep a sword at this size."

What.

The shopkeeper jumped obviously in response. "He-hey! I don't want any trouble! You here for business for musical instruments or what!?" Nelo blinked twice, before realizing he has his sword edge at the counter. "Oh right. Sorry. What I meant was-" "Stay back! I'm warning you!"

Oh jeez. Quickly, I moved towards the counter as well, trying to diffuse the situation. "My apologizes for my assistant's umm, eagerness. The situation is that his weapon is damaged and we need to find a cover for the time being before it's being repaired." "Th-then take it to a weapons store!" "We can't exactly walk around Beovault lugging the weapon here now, can we? Look, I can guarantee you that we're not out to harm. I swear on my position as a Shaman." Quickly, I popped out my Transmigration Staff. "I-I see... Well! Don't brandish a weapon on the front counter if you need something next time." The shopkeeper seems to have calmed down a bit after seeing my Transmigration Staff. Ahh, Shamans, ever the go-to pass.

Since Nelo isn't sure of the sword's measurement, he passed it to the shopkeeper to find a suitable casing. As the storekeeper went to check-on his inventory, Nelo's attention shifted back to the line of instruments again. As if in a trance, Nelo picked up a guitar placed for testing. Before I know it, a series of musical tunes are emanating from him.



Nelo was playing a song I never heard before. Well, I don't claim to be a music nut, but it is played competently, at least from what I can tell. Nelo's action have attracted the shopkeeper's attention, but he seems to be intrigued more by the song Nelo is playing. Well, I suppose it's nice to have accompanying music while we wait. It's weird, when I look at Nelo's face, it's the first time I saw him smiling like a child.


 * Red: Man, you really are full of surprises.
 * Nelo: Huh? Yeah, I guess....I know how to play guitar?
 * Red: Something came up?
 * Nelo: Don't know. I just felt an urge when I saw the guitar, and the next thing I know...
 * Red: This, huh. Do you know the name of the song you just played?
 * Nelo: Don't know. ....Or don't remember. Pick your poison.
 * Red: Mmm. Do you remember your fist recital?
 * Nelo: I can't even remember the name of the song I just played.
 * Red: Fair enough. I guess I can nail you down as suffering from retrograde amnesia.
 * Nelo: I don't speak doc, elaborate.
 * Red: Retrograde amnesiac can't access memories prior to the time the memory damage occurred, but it doesn't affect their ability to make new memories.
 * Nelo: You did say that something might has tampered with my head.
 * Red: Retrograde amnesiac also retains implicit memory and procedural memory- your body seems to remembers your original fighting style, and you can play guitar - both implicit memory, but you can't remember your first recital.
 * Nelo: Implicit memory...but by that logic, I shouldn't be able to remember my name.
 * Red: ...damn it! You're right. Your memories are weird, the things that you don't remember seems abit too selected. Honestly, are you faking it?
 * Nelo: No.
 * Red: Well, I believe you.
 * Nelo: Really?
 * Red: No one would be dumb enough to commit social suicide by faking that they don't know what MAG is. Then try to conduct a business by brandishing a sword.
 * Nelo: Harsh.
 * Red: Harsh but true.

Our conversation is cut short as the shopkeeper alerted us. "Nice playing. Style's a bit coarse but I can dig it." The shopkeeper complimented Nelo as we approach. His tone was alot more calmer, more friendly, I suppose he finds some merit in Nelo's play. "Uhh thanks." "But you know, I've heard that kind of composition only from some of the oldest records, never would've imagine a youngster like you would be interested." "Retro huh, I-I guess you're right." "Anyway, here's your casing." The casing itself is sewn in black material, and with its zip opened, displays Nelo's sword in entirely within itself. "Oh, thanks. About the price-" "Let's see...30 Beovacs." 30 Beovacs? That's lower than what I estimated. The shopkeeper seems to have noticed my surprise, and continued, "I gave you 15% off, for the performance. Would've been 20% if your keys transition is a bit smooth, so..." "Alright, alright, I get it." Nelo said, zipping up the contents of the bag. It's at this point we realized that we haven't got the payment from helping out the Defense Force.

Ah geez, you owe me 30 Beovacs, Nelo.

Right. Next stop, tempt ID. With the casing, we certainly haven't been getting any weird eyes as we walked across Beovault streets. Finally. Just as as I suspected, by the time reached the registry office, it's already around sunset- their closing hours. With little-to-no customers left, we are able to get in contact with Cylia.


 * Cylia: Ah-! Lady Shaman, Solvei. I've been expecting you. First, please allow me to extend my thanks for helping the Defense Force. The Captain has notified me of their success and are making their way back as we speak. Among others, with Lady Sophie's return, truly our meeting is a blessed one.
 * Red: Hey, just doing our jobs.
 * Nelo: It's cool.
 * Cylia: Here is your temporary ID, as promised. Please note that while this ID is legitimate in Beovault, there are services that you cannot use this ID to work in: opening bank accounts, registering international flights-
 * Red: I get the jist, I'll be sure to remind him.
 * Cylia: Is that so. Well, it does shave off my time explaining. As expected of a Shaman.
 * Red: About the registering fee....
 * Cylia: Ahh-! That's right, Lady Sophie has requested me to pass you a message, the fee will be settled by her as thanks.
 * Nelo: Huh, well that's generous.
 * Red: .....
 * Cylia: In addition, she would like to give out the payment for your assistance tomorrow once she has everything arranged. As for Lady Shaman-
 * Red: O-oh! Yes?
 * Cylia: Lady Sophie wanted to pass you a personal message: "Let's meet up in the old place! I've had a table set for us."
 * Red: I see...
 * Cylia: That will be all. Once again, sincerely, thank you.
 * Red: No, thank you.
 * Nelo: Yeah, thanks for the ID.
 * Cylia: Then, I hope you will enjoys yourselves in Beovault. May you be guided by Arato's wisdom.