7~Random Encounter~ He was told to stay near a Warrior or other fighter types while they were in new places. He was told that his Job was not one given to fighting, but to learn all he can about the area they traveled to and give others in his group the tools so they can defeat the darkness in the land. His moogle - the poor hyper ball of energy now resigned to such names as 'Zack', 'Puppy' and (on one particularly moody day) 'Hollander' - had lectured him often enough about his duties as a Scholar and a Hero of Light since he had arrived, and so far the only thing she had managed to do was convince him that he was not suffering from a fevered dream.
Genesis refused to stay within sight of the rest of his party. He had been a SOLDIER 1st Class. Wandering outside of town in the middle of the night was nothing to one, even if his only means of a weapon was a bag full of tomes more suited to holding up walls than being carried around by a man of his frame.
However, it brought him some form of satisfaction to use a thick tome - Plumber Jokes of Belicea Vol. One, Part A to be precise - to pound in the skull of the first monster that tried to jump him. He was so engrossed in doing so that he would never notice anyone - or anything - sneaking up on him, which was one of his small failings in life.
Genesis Rhapsodos | Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core (OU)
He was told to stay near a Warrior or other fighter types while they were in new places. He was told that his Job was not one given to fighting, but to learn all he can about the area they traveled to and give others in his group the tools so they can defeat the darkness in the land. His moogle - the poor hyper ball of energy now resigned to such names as 'Zack', 'Puppy' and (on one particularly moody day) 'Hollander' - had lectured him often enough about his duties as a Scholar and a Hero of Light since he had arrived, and so far the only thing she had managed to do was convince him that he was not suffering from a fevered dream.
Genesis refused to stay within sight of the rest of his party. He had been a SOLDIER 1st Class. Wandering outside of town in the middle of the night was nothing to one, even if his only means of a weapon was a bag full of tomes more suited to holding up walls than being carried around by a man of his frame.
However, it brought him some form of satisfaction to use a thick tome - Plumber Jokes of Belicea Vol. One, Part A to be precise - to pound in the skull of the first monster that tried to jump him. He was so engrossed in doing so that he would never notice anyone - or anything - sneaking up on him, which was one of his small failings in life.