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That’s quite astute of him to notice that. I was thinking the same thing, actually. “So, what my brother is trying to ask is: Who is going to be which Class?”
Pascale snorted in a short laugh. “I think it’s obvious who the Fighter is going to be, don’t you?”
Jeska smiled, acceding the point. “Yes, I would think that my brother fits that role quite well. And you, I think, with your background, would probably do well in the…uh, Scout Class,” she replied, trying to remember all of the Classes. “But I think the real problem is figuring out what the others actually are. There’s Support, uh…a Mage, and a Healer, I believe.”
Kelty raised her hand shyly to talk, as if she was a small child trying to get a schoolmistress’ attention in school. There was no real need, but Jeska nodded to her to speak, anyway. “I…well, I always wanted to study the healing arts, but it was too expensive for my family to apprentice me with someone willing to teach me. I would be interested in being a…Healer? If that’s okay with everyone else, of course,” she finished up quickly.
“Absolutely. That doesn’t really call out to me, so I think you’re welcome to the job.”
Rosara shrugged, showing that she didn’t really care about the Healer Class, either. “Well, then, what does ‘call out’ to you, Jeska?” she asked, honestly curious.
Jeska froze in place while she considered the question. What calls out to me? I have no idea what either of the two Classes do, but I can make an educated guess. A Mage would probably have some form of spellcasting ability, while a Support would help…support?...the group? I think I’m drawn more to being a Mage because I can picture myself flinging around spells, rather than the unknown aspects of whatever a Support Class is.
“I think…I’d like to be a Mage—”
“Perfect!” Rosara abruptly shouted, cutting Jeska off. “If you had said Support, I would’ve beat you over the head until you changed your mind. Gimme!”
As greedy-sounding as her words were, there wasn’t any reason to deny the Class Orb to Rosara. Jeska moved aside and let the Mayor’s daughter touch the floating words above the Drop Chest; she noticed that the limp in the other woman was gone, and looking around at everyone she saw that all of the “Health” numbers above their head were gone. Bending to the side, she found that she was completely healed as well, though whether she would have a bunch of scars there later would have to wait until later to investigate.
Rosara touched the Support Class Orb Tier 1 from the last Drop Chest and Jeska could see it shoot into the other woman, before the brown box disappeared. “Now, how do I…? Oh, I think like this—” the Mayor’s daughter mumbled, before there was a sudden flash of blue that seemed to erupt out of her entire body. It wasn’t blinding, however, so she was able to see what happened next – and her jaw practically hit the floor.
Rosara lifted almost a foot off of the ground and threw her head back, her eyes and mouth wide open in a silent scream that frankly terrified Jeska. Then, to make it worse, her clothes suddenly disappeared, the white tunic, brown pants, and boots nowhere to be seen as she floated above the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arcen take a worried step forward, but then a second, brighter flash of blue emanated from Rosara, now blinding Jeska temporarily.
When she was able to see again after blinking for a few seconds, she saw Rosara lithely landing back down on the ground with a smile on her face – and fully clothed! Instead of the plain clothes from before, however, she was dressed (though she used the word loosely) in a skin-tight, full-body, multi-hued blue outfit that sparkled a little in the light of the nearby torches. On her feet were thin-soled shoes of the same color as the rest of the ensemble, so they blended in well enough that it was hard to identify that she was even wearing shoes.
And her hair…was gorgeous. It was nicely put together before, but now there was something about it that set it apart – and made Jeska mightily envious…and something else. In fact, the whole package seemed to incite some sort of reaction to seeing Rosara, though she couldn’t put her finger on what exactly it was—
“Oh…my…goodness! Arcy, that was the most awesome thing I’ve ever felt—wait! Did my voice change all of a sudden?”
It certainly did, Jeska couldn’t help but think. Rosara’s voice before had been grating and a little whiny-sounding at times, but now it had smoothed out to the point where it was…pleasant…to listen to.
“And what am I wearing?! This is entirely too revealing—my other outfit is gone! And my Inventory says I can’t equip my other clothes until I’ve left the vicinity of the dungeon…and now my Hero Status says something about ‘Charm’? What is going on?”
Jeska couldn’t help but laugh at this point, because seeing the other woman so flustered and sounding so…and looking so…it was just too much.
“What are you laughing at—?” Rosara asked angrily with her hands on her hips – accentuating her bodily details – and even that sounded so nice that it made Jeska laugh harder.
“Uh…Rosara?” Arcen said, cutting the woman off from angrily demanding Jeska to stop. As she was laughing, nearly bent over and in tears, she looked to see that Kelty was laughing as well, though she was trying to hide it behind her hand. Pascale…well, he looked as if his eyes were going to either pop out of his head or dry out; he didn’t look like he’d blinked since Rosara had transformed. “I
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