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Omake: Lusia the Adventurer
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 19:30:54 +0000 UTCA/N: Just wanted to say, but the next PHO chap is coming up. I would have already started it, but we have to wait for the losers that don't give me money to catch up first, so once I post chap 110, which should be in 3 days, I'll be opening the pho thread on my discord. If ya wanna be a part of it then head on over, cuz I'm only planning on playing the part of canon characters :)
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The Adventurer's Guild has long since been a bastion of Humanity, having been founded since well before the first Laptalia drew breath.
In truth, nobody truly knows when the Guild was founded, such history being lost with the passage of time. But even with such an extensive history, the Guild has managed to remain out of politics even to this day, being a firmly neutral entity that only ever moves to suppress the ever threatening hordes of Monsters that prowl the wilds.
Because, while the Kingdoms of Terra do have strong armies, they busy themselves with petty politics and pointless wars, Greed, Envy and all the other Sins of man stopping Humanity from ever truly uniting, the Adventurers have always distanced themselves from warring with their fellow man, focusing instead on the threats to all sentient life.
That's not to say that they are all Heroes, fighting the Monsters out of altruism alone.
No. Altruism could never guide Humanity, certainly not while in competition with Sin.
Which is why, it is often Greed or Pride that causes Adventurers to face death so regularly.
After all, Adventurers are well respected, no matter where in the world they are, and the pay check for a successful Adventurer is certainly hefty.
Not to mention the freedom. The Guild has few rules, far fewer than any other organisation of note. That fact alone is likely the sole reason for the Guild having the second most Mages of any organisation, just below the Sanctums themselves.
Even then, the Sanctums themselves are likely the second most powerful group, just behind the Guild, as they obsessively study Magic like hermits, forever pushing the boundaries of Natural Law.
But the Guild will likely always be the place that the talented, desperate or overconfident will go when they seek wealth or fame, with new members joining every day.
So it comes as no surprise to anyone inside of Lancilia's Guild when the front door slams open, catching everyone's eye as a beautiful, red headed woman all but ๐ด๐ธ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด inside, casting her eyes about dismissively.
Adventuring is a dangerous occupation, so it's only natural that all Guild buildings are built to also serve as a tavern, and with a lot of Adventurers traveling a lot, each building is also supposed to serve as an inn in a pinch.
Which is what the woman sees as she glances about the room, barely even taking the time to acknowledge the other people there, as if they don't even exist, as she instead takes in the room itself.
On the left there is the main tavern section, filled with cheap tables and furniture, for easy replacement when someone eventually gets rowdy and starts another drunken brawl.
That is where most of the current patrons are right now. The sun is starting to set after all, now is not a time to be Questing, but it certainly is a time to be spending the money made from said Questing on drinks.
On the other side of the room, taking up less of the overall floorspace, is a relatively empty area, with the only addition being a large board that covers the entire wall, filled with papers pinned to it, including some pins that only have a small patch of paper attached, the sheet clearly having been ripped off.
The Quest Board is rarely ever truly full, but it is even rarer for it to be truly empty. However, as Lancilia is one of the towns bordering with the Capitol of Laptalia, the board is generally closer to empty than full
Even the lazy armies of Laptalia won't ignore any Monster threats so close to their Capitol after all.
Right in the centre of the room however, is a simple clear path that leads to a long counter, behind which stand rows upon rows of bottles and a pair of attractive young women in Guild uniform.
One of the perks of being so close to the Capitol is that the building has more finances, allowing it to be large and spacious, with expensive decorations and a full stock of booze, though the expensive decorations are all strategically placed to be wherever the drunk patrons are not.
The woman saunters up to the counter, uncaring of the sudden silence, nor the dozens of eyes following her as she makes her way to the Guild's receptionist.
"Hey there sexy,~" she starts, causing the woman behind the counter's lip to twitch, having had to deal with plenty of overconfident flirts before, even if they are usually not of the fairer sex, "I'd like to sign up as an Adventurer, mind helping me out? I'll pay you back later if you want?~"
The receptionist doesn't respond to her flirty offer, resisting the desire to roll her eyes at the cockiness so common among the Adventurers.
However, she remains professional, keeping her smile on her face as she reaches below the counter to pick up a couple of sheets of paper and a pen, sliding them over the counter as she speaks.
"Of course Ma'am, as it is already so late, your test will be prepared in the morning. For now you just need to fill out this form, if you can't read or write, I can help you with it."
Yet, the Adventurer wannabe does not so much as even glance at the sheet of paper, instead choosing to lean forward onto the counter, resting her elbow on it and her head in her hand.
"Ah, it seems I may have forgotten how to read.~ You don't mind, do you?~" She all but purrs, making the receptionist mentally sigh, even as she agrees and leads the fiery woman to another room.
After making it to a small meeting room with a simple table between two couches, the receptionist takes a seat, putting the papers on the table and gesturing for the woman to sit opposite her.
A gesture that is happily ignored as the red headed woman plops down right next to her, close enough that their shoulders brush together.
With another hidden sigh, the receptionist takes her pen in one hand and leans forward slightly to write on the papers, reading out the first question as she does so.
"Right, well, let's get started then. Your name?"
"Lusia, Lusia Abel. And what's your name? I can't just keep calling you the sexy brunette in my head after all.~"
At this point, she is starting to realise that being flirtatious is just a part of Lusia's character, and is swiftly becoming merely exasperated with her.
"My name is Trixie. Now, are you wanted for any crimes?"
The question is generally just a formality, as if they ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ wanted, it will be found out whether they answer or now, and it's not like anyone would admit to anything anyway, but having the question as part of the registration process keeps the Kingdoms of Terra from trying to impose any inspections.
Which is why Trixie was caught slightly off guard as Lusia doesn't immediately respond, raising a single finger to scratch at her cheek sheepishly, even as Trixie sighs in growing exasperation.
"Innocent until proven guilty?" Lusia asks, almost making Trixie face palm, before she just decides t repeat the question.
"Are you, Lusia Abel, wanted for any crimes anywhere in Terra?" Despite the seriousness in her voice, Lusia doesn't lose her carefree smile.
"Nope,~" She says, popping the 'p'.
It is clear to Trixie that she has obviously done something illegal and simply hasn't been caught, but frankly, it's not her job to think about such things, and really, it's none of her business.
So with a sigh, she simply gets back to the questionnaire.
"Are you a citizen of Laptalia?"
"Nope.~ I'm a free citizen.~"
For some reason, Trixie isn't surprised to hear that. It's not like free citizens are too uncommon after all, there is plenty of land unclaimed throughout Terra, and not everyone is fond of the idea of taking a knee, not to mention paying taxes.
But while free citizens avoid having any responsibility to any Crown, they also avoid any Crown having any responsibility over them.
If you're not a citizen of the Kingdom then its laws do not matter to you, but that also means that there is nothing protecting you. It's dangerous, but many people see the freedom as worth the danger.
"Do you have any combat experience?" This question is one she is mildly interested in, more so than the others at least.
Lusia certainly doesn't look like a Fighter, no scars or rough skin, no callouses, and she isn't dressed like a Mage. Frankly she looks like a Nobleman's rebellious daughter, escaping her estate to 'play Adventurer'.
She certainly has the confidence of a Noblewoman.
"I guess you could say that,~ only a little though.~" Her voice is still just as playful as ever.
Trixie pauses for a moment before the next question, looking over the woman besides her in curiosity. She seems to be constantly smiling, her resting face being that of a small, hardly noticeable yet still somewhat smug smile. It is as if everyone around her is the butt of a joke that only she knows.
How curious.
The questions continue for a while, most of them being far less interesting, more simple things, until they eventually reach the final question after about an hour of interrogation and about half an hour of flirting.
"And now the final question, though this one is more of a formality than anything. What made you want to become an Adventurer?" Trixie says, looking down as she awaits her answer.
At this point, Lusia has manoeuvred herself such that she is laying across the couch, her head resting on Trixie's lap, and Trixie can't deny that the relentless, yet never uncomfortable flirting might be getting to her.
Lusia is very persistent, but instead of the usual Adventurer crowd, she isn't at all pushy with her persistence, and it cannot be denied that she is a work of art, easily the most beautiful woman Trixie has ever seen, or even heard of.
"Ahhh, well that's an easy one.~ I needed some money to buy food for the girl locked away in my basement.~ I hunt my own food, but I don't think she would enjoy my game.~ Plus it's fun!~ And I get to meet with beauties like yourself, take your pick.~"
...She's just going to ignore that first part. One thing Trixie has leant from all this time with Lusia is that A: the woman will not stop flirting, and B: you can only take about half of what she says seriously.
She put 'kidnapping princesses' as her previous occupation, which was really in rather poor taste considering the recent incident in the Capitol with Princess Maery.
Trixie will forever deny the surprised laugh that escaped her when Lusia made that claim with all seriousness. Laughing at something like that would be akin to treason after all.
"Aaand," Trixie starts, dragging out the word as she scribbles on the papers, "that's everything. Now you just need to wait until tomorrow, where you can do a practical test with Grant."
After finishing her words and placing the finished papers down on the table, pen on top, the room descends into a comfortable silence, neither person making to leave.
A moment later, and Trixie lets out a soft, if slightly fond sigh, looking down at the woman lying in her lap with her eyes closed.
"Lusia. I need you to get up. Both of us need to go to bed, it's late and you have test in the morning, while I have work." As she speaks, she starts stroking Lusia's hair until she eventually opens her eyes, looking up with a smirk.
"Oh?~ That so?~ Well, I'm afraid I don't have anywhere to stay the night. You wouldn't mind showing me to a room, would you?~" Her sensual voice is laden with playfulness, and just a hint of lust.
"Haaah, just get up," Trixie says, looking away from her smirking face as she blushes slightly, not saying anything, even as Lusia does as told and rises to her feet, offering a hand to help her up.
Except she doesn't let go of the hand as Trixie leads her away, through the building and to her own room, opening it and making it three steps inside before she hears the door click shut behind her, freezing as she feels a pair of hand hold her, moving from the waist, up her stomach, under her shirt and all the way up to her chest, groping it lightly.
"I'm scared of the dark," Lusia's voice sensually whispers, straight into Trixie's ear, "you wouldn't mind keeping me company, right?~"
Silence is her answer, as Trixie leans back into the other woman's touch, reasoning to herself that it's been a long day, and it's just some mutual enjoyment, nothing serious.
The silence of the room is soon replaced by moans of ecstasy that last all through the night.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
So, I decided to do this again, and I got too into it again. I was originally gonna make this like, done and done in 4 chapters at most, but now I just have no clue, probably something more like 6 I guess, idk. Also, I was re-reading DarkWolfShiro's works recently, so lusia ended up having sex, sue me.
Still not writing smut till I get bribed tho, (though, someone has said that they might actually be doing that, so... yay?)
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Scarletmenace
I only got around to reading this chap recently. Also, god the rizz. Iโm loving this.
