Start of the Journey
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There's something really very strange about this journal. I don't even know why the man was so keen on me buying it, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep some information down. They always do say to keep track of your finances. And who would bother to enchant a journal? Looks like a lot of people have used it in the past . . . I'll tear those pages out later.
8:00 -- Woke up. Practiced for a little while with the sparks that came out of the rod yesterday. It looks like lightning, so I'm going to call it plasma. Paid 150 to the inn for the room and for breakfast.
9 to 12 -- Entertained, made 508. A little girl was impressed by the psychic tricks, but most everyone just kept thinking about how I was conning them. There was the usual split between, "So young to be making money on the street what a shame" and "Look at his eyes aren't they so odd?"
Around 12:00 -- Lunch was 20. Bread and mushroom porridge. Whoever had the idea of stewing mushrooms to mush was probably the same one who decided eggplant was viable for consumption. I'm sure they had the best of intentions, but it just wasn't a good idea.
1 to 4 -- Entertained, made 373. I might make more of a profit if I stuck to the mind reading. They liked the plasma, not so much the wind tricks. Sparks are always more interesting. The same little girl came back with an entire gold piece and told me that she really liked seeing me and could I please come back tomorrow? I told her I'd see if I could get a room. She thinks I'm 'so cool and wow I can't wait to show my little brother'. Wish more people would think like that.
4:35 -- I remember the time quite well since I was standing next to the sundial in the square when it happened. You could feel it in the air at first. The sensation you get from a crowd when something really important has happened; I couldn't make anything out from all the minds buzzing at the same time. I ended up pushing through and walking right into it, the tsukumogami. It was one of the umbrella types, I think. Karakasa. The whole crowd parted and stared while it looked straight at my face . . . and laughed. Just laughed . . . for a very long time. I don't know what to make of it . Everyone avoided me after that. No one came around for the next hour, as if they'd all passed it along. I ended up going back to the room early and paying for dinner, 50.
I guess I'll have to move on tomorrow after all.
Total profits: 661. That lost hour really hurt . . . I wonder why these things happen sometime. But like they say, tomorrow's another day. No point in worrying . . .
((Ivan doesn't have any clue what he's got. Nothing is private, so respond normally to this entry and hope this is acceptable.))
There's something really very strange about this journal. I don't even know why the man was so keen on me buying it, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep some information down. They always do say to keep track of your finances. And who would bother to enchant a journal? Looks like a lot of people have used it in the past . . . I'll tear those pages out later.
8:00 -- Woke up. Practiced for a little while with the sparks that came out of the rod yesterday. It looks like lightning, so I'm going to call it plasma. Paid 150 to the inn for the room and for breakfast.
9 to 12 -- Entertained, made 508. A little girl was impressed by the psychic tricks, but most everyone just kept thinking about how I was conning them. There was the usual split between, "So young to be making money on the street what a shame" and "Look at his eyes aren't they so odd?"
Around 12:00 -- Lunch was 20. Bread and mushroom porridge. Whoever had the idea of stewing mushrooms to mush was probably the same one who decided eggplant was viable for consumption. I'm sure they had the best of intentions, but it just wasn't a good idea.
1 to 4 -- Entertained, made 373. I might make more of a profit if I stuck to the mind reading. They liked the plasma, not so much the wind tricks. Sparks are always more interesting. The same little girl came back with an entire gold piece and told me that she really liked seeing me and could I please come back tomorrow? I told her I'd see if I could get a room. She thinks I'm 'so cool and wow I can't wait to show my little brother'. Wish more people would think like that.
4:35 -- I remember the time quite well since I was standing next to the sundial in the square when it happened. You could feel it in the air at first. The sensation you get from a crowd when something really important has happened; I couldn't make anything out from all the minds buzzing at the same time. I ended up pushing through and walking right into it, the tsukumogami. It was one of the umbrella types, I think. Karakasa. The whole crowd parted and stared while it looked straight at my face . . . and laughed. Just laughed . . . for a very long time. I don't know what to make of it . Everyone avoided me after that. No one came around for the next hour, as if they'd all passed it along. I ended up going back to the room early and paying for dinner, 50.
I guess I'll have to move on tomorrow after all.
Total profits: 661. That lost hour really hurt . . . I wonder why these things happen sometime. But like they say, tomorrow's another day. No point in worrying . . .
((Ivan doesn't have any clue what he's got. Nothing is private, so respond normally to this entry and hope this is acceptable.))