[The final week of the previous month had set Scaramouche back in his training, not by much, but enough that he felt the need to put in more time to his practices. The magic of this world holding his interest enough that he'd decided to master them upon encountering a teacher for Sora. That small neglected shrine was practically a second home to him, often busy training within or fixing up the exterior.
Once finished at the shrine he wanders off the path he walks along almost daily, to the place where the first vision he had was set. There's time before he needs to be elsewhere for the rest of his elemental teachings, so more practice into seeing what the future held seemed like an apt use of his time.
Transformative casting had somehow been the method he found worked best for him, which thankfully resulted in no more than a swap of clothes. His hair in some weird amalgamation of a messy bun and ponytail - like he got bored halfway through trying to tie it up with the mass amount he had and just said screw it. He really did need to get around to cutting it.
Those walking along the path may spot, just slightly off the trail, a flick of a sword, followed by a red circle of runes and clock hands as the Harbinger practices just how far into the future he can see.]
VISIONS OF THE FUTURE: ONE STEP FORWARD ONE STEP BACK
Once finished at the shrine he wanders off the path he walks along almost daily, to the place where the first vision he had was set. There's time before he needs to be elsewhere for the rest of his elemental teachings, so more practice into seeing what the future held seemed like an apt use of his time.
Transformative casting had somehow been the method he found worked best for him, which thankfully resulted in no more than a swap of clothes. His hair in some weird amalgamation of a messy bun and ponytail - like he got bored halfway through trying to tie it up with the mass amount he had and just said screw it. He really did need to get around to cutting it.
Those walking along the path may spot, just slightly off the trail, a flick of a sword, followed by a red circle of runes and clock hands as the Harbinger practices just how far into the future he can see.]