Karst was just getting more and more nervous about the white creatures, and for a moment she thought that maybe she shouldn't mind Alphonse's leadership that much, as he seemed to be a capable and considerate leader-- but that didn't make her any less wary of the armored boy. After all, Alex seemed to be capable, too.
Marona's second explanation of her powers was also duly noted, and Karst vaguely notices that the way her phantoms work was similar to the spirits called Djinn that Isaac and Felix had with them. Cute, fuzzy creatures that looked like they would make better pets than combatants, but with their help the warriors could channel massive energies through their weapons, cast powerful Psynergetic attacks, and summon incredible creatures to their aid, beings that would make those white creatures tremble in terror.
If the white creatures were monsters, and Karst didn't doubt that they are, then it was possible she might be able to earn some money fighting and killing them, and she tucked away the possibility to consider another time when she had a weapon and could look at fighting as a way of earning her livelihood.
First, however, she needed the money to buy a weapon, and if the Southerners in this store required any sort of labor, she'd be willing to provide it. It wasn't a loss of pride on her part-- it was survival, the first of all her priorities (except possibly killing Isaac).
Karst pushed the door of the store open and heard the familiar sound of a bell fastened to the door jingling-- alerting the clerks within that potential customers had arrived.
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(OOC: Does the door of Auntie Unde's "push" or "pull" open? *nervous sweat*)
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Marona's second explanation of her powers was also duly noted, and Karst vaguely notices that the way her phantoms work was similar to the spirits called Djinn that Isaac and Felix had with them. Cute, fuzzy creatures that looked like they would make better pets than combatants, but with their help the warriors could channel massive energies through their weapons, cast powerful Psynergetic attacks, and summon incredible creatures to their aid, beings that would make those white creatures tremble in terror.
If the white creatures were monsters, and Karst didn't doubt that they are, then it was possible she might be able to earn some money fighting and killing them, and she tucked away the possibility to consider another time when she had a weapon and could look at fighting as a way of earning her livelihood.
First, however, she needed the money to buy a weapon, and if the Southerners in this store required any sort of labor, she'd be willing to provide it. It wasn't a loss of pride on her part-- it was survival, the first of all her priorities (except possibly killing Isaac).
Karst pushed the door of the store open and heard the familiar sound of a bell fastened to the door jingling-- alerting the clerks within that potential customers had arrived.
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(OOC: Does the door of Auntie Unde's "push" or "pull" open? *nervous sweat*)