Post by Baalbatos on May 28, 2016 7:32:10 GMT -5
(Thread PL: 50,380. Heavy weights on. Weighted PL: 12,595)
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The streets of West City bustled with life. People went too and fro, walking about their lives. People from all walks of life rubbed soldiers on the streets, passing by one another, briefly existing as strangers in each other's lives. But it only last for a single moment, before the two no longer saw one another and it was as if the other had never even existed. Such was life in the big city. It was cheap and abundant, and people could not afford to care for the other people staring them down from across the sidewalk. No, thought Baalbatos, the world was just far too busy to care about every single person that one encountered.
And perhaps that was why Baalbatos was going unnoticed on the street, sitting behind his little stand. Nobody seemed to pay him any mind at all. And, normally, he would not care at all. No, in fact, he would welcome walking about these human streets unnoticed. But today was different. Today, he was trying to make a little money. And for that, he needed to draw attention to himself. But on the streets of a bustling city, that was far easier said than actually done.
The lilac skinned demon thought he had had a good idea. He'd set up a small stand with the intention of using his healing magicks to cure the populace of their minor wounds and ailments. All for the small fee of a few zeni, of course. No, nothing in this world was free. A man needed to eat, after all. But it seemed that nobody was interested in his healing prowess. Come now, he thought, there had to be somebody in this city that needed healing. There were far too many people about him for that not to be the case.
With a sigh, he rose from his stand, the weight of his weights heavy on his body, and cupped his mouth once more. "Healing!" He exclaimed, "Cheap! I can heal what ails you! Healing!"
One last try he thought as he made to sit back down in his seat. If this didn't work, nothing would.
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The streets of West City bustled with life. People went too and fro, walking about their lives. People from all walks of life rubbed soldiers on the streets, passing by one another, briefly existing as strangers in each other's lives. But it only last for a single moment, before the two no longer saw one another and it was as if the other had never even existed. Such was life in the big city. It was cheap and abundant, and people could not afford to care for the other people staring them down from across the sidewalk. No, thought Baalbatos, the world was just far too busy to care about every single person that one encountered.
And perhaps that was why Baalbatos was going unnoticed on the street, sitting behind his little stand. Nobody seemed to pay him any mind at all. And, normally, he would not care at all. No, in fact, he would welcome walking about these human streets unnoticed. But today was different. Today, he was trying to make a little money. And for that, he needed to draw attention to himself. But on the streets of a bustling city, that was far easier said than actually done.
The lilac skinned demon thought he had had a good idea. He'd set up a small stand with the intention of using his healing magicks to cure the populace of their minor wounds and ailments. All for the small fee of a few zeni, of course. No, nothing in this world was free. A man needed to eat, after all. But it seemed that nobody was interested in his healing prowess. Come now, he thought, there had to be somebody in this city that needed healing. There were far too many people about him for that not to be the case.
With a sigh, he rose from his stand, the weight of his weights heavy on his body, and cupped his mouth once more. "Healing!" He exclaimed, "Cheap! I can heal what ails you! Healing!"
One last try he thought as he made to sit back down in his seat. If this didn't work, nothing would.