Completed [Flashback] Magic is the hurt (Clyde)

[Bob Barton]

Bob took up all the weapons, each and everyone. Swords, bows, spears, shields, you name it he took it. And started playing around with them thinking he is some sort of master warrior. Finally he found the wooden training sword he was looking for and tested it out. Slashing and stabbing at the air. Done with his, its time for Clyde.

"A slingshot? No one is going to be scared of that. You are going to need a more scarier and bigger weapon. Any one caught your eye?" Then Bob started thinking again, what weapon would a mage use besides magic? Magic is already so powerful...and any weapon would explode just like the previous training sword. "What about weapons used by the mage knights of Syliras? Maybe those are weapons suitable for magic users?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde watched as Bob played around with the weapons, and was lucky not to hack himself apart. Sometimes he wondered which of them was more mature, as Bob was a good bit older than him, and acted like he was younger. And there was Bob, trying to convince him to buy a big scary weapon. However that just was not him. He did not need to compensate by having a big piece of metal to hack stuff with... That is what he had magic for! "No, I don't see anything I want. And I don't really have the money to be using on such things. I don't really have that much carrying around mizas... And the mage knights? I don't think they really have any special weapons. They just use normal stuff." "And the only weapons used for magic I know of is magic staffs. But they are really expensive, a product of magecrafting. Not something that we could buy in a store such as this. Oh, and could you stop talking of magic so loudly? I don't want people knowing I practice magic, not here in Syliras... It is not a good thing to say in public, which is why we train outside of the city..."

[Bob Barton]

Bob was still swirling and whirling the wooden sword around. He is going to need to work on making some wear and tear on it so it won't look so new. Hopefully that will be enough to fool people into thinking it was the old one he borrowed.

Magic staffs! What are those? They even sound so magical. Maybe Bob should get one. But its expensive apparently, thats going to take a lot of work...And it was lucky that Clyde reminded Bob what he was talking about in public. The both of them didn't want to get caught or suspected of anything now do they. Hurriedly, Bob headed for the door.

Bob leaned over to Clyde and started talking in a quiet voice "You can tell me more about these magic staff thingys later. But for now what are we going to do? Apparently I am not supposed to do any magic training remember?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Still Bob was playing with his stuff, almost knocking over an entire shelf full of weapons. Eventually he finished with it, and went back over to Clyde. "No, you need to rest. Well first you can pay for that thing, and then we can head back to your room. Then if you wanted we could talk some more about that... But no shoplifting eh?" Looking around, he checked for the shop owner. As soon as Bob payed, they could go, and let Bob get back to resting. And maybe they could get some talking done to. After all, it did not take that much energy to talk.

[Bob Barton]

Opps, Bob got a little caught up in Clyde's paranoia to remember what he was doing. "Shoplifting? What made you think I would do something like that?" Bob grinned knowingly that he might if given the chance he won't get caught. Walking up to the counter, he pointed the sword straight at the shop owner making a scene to assert "I want this one!" Satisfied that he got the owner's attention, he opened his money pouch and started counting the mizas that were asked, leaving it on the counter before leaving.

When he got back with Clyde he started his whining "Resting? But I thought I was already resting for the past few days? Since we can't do something fun like shoplifting, we should do something even more fun" Bob was adamant about making something of the day. He wasn't going to be bedridden just because of a little overgiving like a little baby. "Come on, I'll let you pick what we'll do." Bob said to try and trick Clyde into it.

[Clyde Sullins]

As Bob paid, he walked to the exit. Going along, he listened to Bob trying to convince him of something else. Why was he always conniving, he should just say what he wanted, and not beat around the bush. Regardless, he was not really sure what Bob was in shape to try, after all he only just had enough energy to be awake and walking. He was not really sure, but he did need to get Bob back in bed, before he passed out again. And he did not want to be talking of magic out in public... "Well, how about we head back to your room first? Then we can talk and go on further. For know, I don't want to be talking of things about... That... out in public. So what say we go to your room were we will have some privacy? Though I thought you wanted to talk about those magic staff things?" Clyde was not one to be persuaded, or tricked into doing as someone else wanted....

[Bob Barton]

As they continued walking down the streets to who knows where Clyde talked about the room again. Whats so nice about that? Its just a place with four walls, a bed and chair and Bob's stuff. Nothing is going to be done there. "If you only want to talk about those magic staff thingies we can always do that later. I mean I've already been in that room for days and we are not even out for what? An hour?"

Then Bob thought for a while of what they can do as an alternative. Nothing else comes to mind. All those time they have spent together was always on magicy things. Did they really have anything else to do? If Clyde wants to go back to the room just for magic things maybe thats the only thing they can do. Sighing Bob agreed "Fine, lets go back to the boring cell."

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde smiled at Bob trying to be overly dramatic. Always not saying what he meant. He should really work on being more direct, which he never was. As they walked along, he looked over at him. "Don't be so dramatic... We can do something else, I just don't want to have to drag you back to your room. What are you wanting to do? Just nothing that will take to much out of you, okay?" "What did you have in mind? We can do something, though no magic. Not for at least a day or two."

[Bob Barton]

Finally Clyde was able to be convinced to not got back to the room. But it was too late for that now. It was Bob who was now convinced that they had to go back to the room. Waving his hand to dismiss the question "No, no, no. Lets go back to the room. Its not like we have anything else to do out here anyway right?"

Then Bob followed behind Clyde as they walked the streets of Syliras. How long would a conversation about magical sticks take. An hour? Two? No conversation takes that long. Bob gave it 30 minutes before they get bored in the room and end up doing something stupid. Maybe playing with magic for Clyde to show off his magical theories.

On the way through the streets he started looking around again. Looking at the people and the stores to see if there is anything interesting. Sometimes he would point them out at Clyde or others he would exclaim "Would you just look at that?" With nothing else that was the only way Bob could kill some time or keep himself occupied.

[Clyde Sullins]

Walking along, Clyde kept his eyes on were they were going. He was not someone who had to fill silence, and was quite content to walk along not saying anything. Though some people felt the need to fill the silence with words, saying whatever to keep talking. Wasn't it good to sometimes just enjoy someones company? Well Bob was one of those people, and he repeatedly tried to make a series of small talk along the way, pointing out even the most meaningless thing in hopes of filling the void of there silence with some kind of conversation. Finally they got up to Bobs room, and he sat in a small chair, leaving the bed for Bob to rest in. He looked around once more, seeing the small bowl of water for washing your hands or face, and the sparse environment. They most certainly did not make there money by making there rooms elegant. "So, I believe you were asking on magic staffs? I do not know to much of them, but what were you wanting to know? I have some knowledge of it, since they are a product of magecrafting, which I know a decent bit about."