It was quite comforting to talk with someone who was as nervous as one was oneself, and Karst didn't at all mind that she was asking for help from someone, even a Southerner, who looked so much younger than her. After all, her sister had required aid from Southerners, and from Sheba no less, who couldn't possibly be any older than Karst herself was. No, there was no shame in asking someone younger than oneself for help, given the correct circumstances and the proper intentions with the goal.
For a split second, she recalled violet eyes, and she tensed at the thought. Yes. Isaac, too, had had the assistance of a younger Adept, and a Wind Adept at that, one who should have been able to read his mind and see the murderous intentions therein. The boy's name was Ivan, and he was extremely durable for a Wind Adept, though still quite frail by Proxian Fire Adept standards. Karst had fought a long time to wear him down, and he was a formidable foe even when cut off from other party members.
That wasn't what she should be thinking of right now. She had to try to understand the journals.
"So now I should just talk or-- Oh! There are written words appearing!" Karst blinked at the little glass 'screen', startled by her own success. "So that's how it works... other Southerners can read my words here, and there's a way to make this speak so I can hear the words they write in reply. That's incredible..." She sighed, and noted with some slight amusement that the journal device didn't record the sigh. "I wonder if Weyard's Golden Age had-- or will have, I guess-- wonders like this?"
After another awkward moment or two, she mimicked the actions she'd seen Marona use to finish using her journal, then looked around. "I'll tell it something more later... Do you know how to bring up the map? Perhaps once we join your friend Ash we can go find that weapons store the woman was talking about..."
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(OOC: Yay! This means Karst can put a post in her journal!)
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For a split second, she recalled violet eyes, and she tensed at the thought. Yes. Isaac, too, had had the assistance of a younger Adept, and a Wind Adept at that, one who should have been able to read his mind and see the murderous intentions therein. The boy's name was Ivan, and he was extremely durable for a Wind Adept, though still quite frail by Proxian Fire Adept standards. Karst had fought a long time to wear him down, and he was a formidable foe even when cut off from other party members.
That wasn't what she should be thinking of right now. She had to try to understand the journals.
"So now I should just talk or-- Oh! There are written words appearing!" Karst blinked at the little glass 'screen', startled by her own success. "So that's how it works... other Southerners can read my words here, and there's a way to make this speak so I can hear the words they write in reply. That's incredible..." She sighed, and noted with some slight amusement that the journal device didn't record the sigh. "I wonder if Weyard's Golden Age had-- or will have, I guess-- wonders like this?"
After another awkward moment or two, she mimicked the actions she'd seen Marona use to finish using her journal, then looked around. "I'll tell it something more later... Do you know how to bring up the map? Perhaps once we join your friend Ash we can go find that weapons store the woman was talking about..."
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(OOC: Yay! This means Karst can put a post in her journal!)