Hidden Eternity's Two Wings

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[Up for leveling up in a grassy field? So was Asad, especially since training hard is also a requirement for a soldier even if he was stuck here.

Though he couldn't quite say the same about dancing, which is what he was attempting now. Dancing. In the middle of a field. It was sad how he keeps messing up before he could actually finish a spell against the monster though.

It takes him two more tries before he finally gets it though, just narrowly avoiding getting attacked by his target.] Gan Bolg!

[Not that it was much help. He lets out a frustrated sound at that and proceeds to just hit him with his fan, folding it close and whacking it until it disappears.

Right, that was yet another embarrassing experience.]

All right. Let's try this again! Perhaps I should start with my left this time.

[Hopefully, no one witnessed his less than impressive moves.]

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[Asad freezes in mid-spin when he finally notices Roberto, the balance on one foot bad enough that he ends up squawking and toppling backwards, landing hard on his behind and letting out a hiss at the impact.

Ow.] R-roberto, when did you get here?!

[doggedness]

[Roberto just kind of eyes him for a few moments...]

A few minutes ago. [...] What are you even doing?

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This is--- [S-so embarrassing.] I was merely... practicing.

It's a skill set! A skill set!

[doggedness]

—a skill set. Right.

[Roberto totally believes you, Asad!]

Well, don't let me interrupt your... [...] "Practising".

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I am not lying! [He nearly whines, though not quite yet.] It really is a skill set of this class.

[doggedness]

I didn't say anything about you lying, did I?

[He's just judging you quietly, Asad. With his eyes.]

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Your eyes are enough to tell me your real thoughts on the matter.

[doggedness]

So you can read eyes now, can you?

[Scorn...]

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[The scorn hurts.] I'm telling you, it really is a skill!

[doggedness]

Why is something like that a skill? Of all things?

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According to what I have been told, my job class is that of a Macabre Dancer. [Funny how the clothes looked Janamese enough.] It was meant to be a magic skill.

[doggedness]

From what I saw, it seems as though you have the "macabre" part done well enough.

[In that it was bad... Sorry, Asad!!]

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[... So mean. ;;] It's possible to use merely my own skills, but I thought it would not hurt to learn a few more.

Would you happen to know how to dance?

[doggedness]

Me?

[Roberto shakes his head.]

I don't need to know how to do that sort of thing. You'd be best off asking one of the others trapped here.

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That might be the best given my... progress.

Have you had any difficulty with your own skills?

[doggedness]

I've grown more accustomed to them by now. I haven't anything like [...] dancing to worry about.

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I see. [... Ah!] Then by any chance could you help me train?

[doggedness]

Help you? [Frowns!!]

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I didn't mean you need to dance! [Why are you frowning at him.]

My skills center more on support than anything else. It would help to have someone who is more of a melee fighter with me.

[doggedness]

[Because Roberto is always frowning at you.]

Fine, I guess I might as well. So long as this doesn't get in the way of training.

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If it gets too troublesome, I will switch back to my original skill set. Would that be acceptable?