Unexpected Meeting [[Open]]

[MALAKAI CERA]

Picking up a bottle of wormroot before turning it over in his hands and then opening it to check it's freshness, half-wizard Malakai Cera had come here to look for more ingredients for his potions, and that's usually all he found when he went out. He never found a love interest or a child to connect with, just more things for work.. and it was beginning to get boring as well as rather lonely. He lived by himself, not even a pet to speak of, surrounded by his mounds of books and scribbled down notes for more potions and healing herbs he'd discovered uses for. He was quite smart and rather talkative once one got him started on something he loved, but otherwise? He simply kept to himself, blending in with his surroundings as usual. It was the same today as it had been everyday thus far this week.. and he sighed knowing it most likely would be the same thing next week as well.

Taking a couple more bottles into his hands to look at the labels and contents, his oversized glasses slid down on his nose, making him mutter something otherwise unintelligible to others. Using the heel of his hand to shove them back up to the bridge, he then double checked the labels, making sure he was getting the right things. Handing them to the cashier, he knew exactly how much money he would need since he'd bought the same things here before, and moved to get his money out of his pocket. As he brought his hand to the edge of his pocket, the button of his coat got stuck on the hem, making him growl slightly at it. "I don't need this," he muttered to himself. "I need to get back to my potions.. and this is not helping in the slightest."

Tugging a couple of times with no luck, he finally frowned and jerked harder than before as someone ran into him. Along with knocking him to the ground, the person, whomever they were, had succeeded in jostling his hand, making his money fly everywhere, landing on the ground around him. Sighing, he wondered why the world was blurry before realizing that his glasses were also missing. Looking around by squinting his eyes, he finally found them, dusted them off, and put them back on before looking up at his interruptor. "I believe an apology is in order, and not from me," he informed them. "Now if you please, can you help me gather my money back up? It's very important that I get it, or I cannot buy the ingredients I'm in need of."

[RYO SUZUKI]

This had to be one of Ryo's favorite time of the year! The streets of Forestville had been changing, a change that Ryo found to be quite dazzling. The Harvest Ball was soon coming to town, general harvest in the village was due, and probably Ryo's favorite part -- the atmosphere around him was turning neon colors, his favorite especially red. This made the young wizard's eyes sparkle in amaze and contentment. "Simply fantastic." Ryo stated, letting a hazel leaf flutter into the palm of his hand. Ryo just loved this time of the year -- and the wizard was basking in it's glory. He held the leaf in hand and enclosed it in his opposite hand, closing it and whispering a magic chant. Instead of changing the color, the leaf ended up in a puff of smoke and clouded Ryo's vision, causing him to move blindly around the square, trying to reorient himself.

In the effort on doing so, he happened to bump (rather hard) into another person, causing them both to slump to the ground. Ryo wiped his eyes and blinked rapidly, able to finally see his surroundings and also, the person that he accidentally ran into.
"I believe an apology is in order, and not from me," He ordered. Ryo gasped and jumped to his feet, brushing himself off and ruffling his ruby-red hair in a sign of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry Mr. guy! See, I was performing something and I got sidetracked, one thing lead to another and well... here I am apologizing!" Ryo explained. Essentially, being having his mind on something else rather than his spell turned out bad (which in this case, since it was a small spell, a small consequence arose). He looked on the ground after being told about the scattered money, and a grin appeared on his face.

"No problem guy, but let me do it in a wizard-'y' way, okay?". Ryo begged. He placed his hands in the air and pointed at the fallen cash. He exhaled and quickly began to recite a spell, this time, focusing on the spell and getting a success.

"By the elemental powers of the wind; off the ground and back to him!". Ryo instructed, causing a small breeze to lift the money from the ground and into the hand of it's rightful owner. After that was done, Ryo nodded and grinned.

"So, like I said. Sorry about that, that was a huge mistake, Mr...? I didn't catch your name, but then you didn't catch mine. Alright, let's start over! Ryo Suzuki, Forestville Academy student! You are?"

[MALAKAI CERA]

"Yes, well apology accepted this time," he said as he stood and brushed himself off now that he could see again. Looking over from where the intrusion had come in, he saw a boy of no more than fifteen with fire red hair and blue eyes that were hidden behind some very odd looking glasses.. or perhaps they were goggles.. he wasn't quite sure. What he did know, however, was that the boy was far too young for his tastes.. in partners, that was. He made it a personal vow that he would never do anything intimate with anyone under the age of consent.. or eighteen.. whichever came first, no matter the gender or how attractive they were. He nodded simply, his light blue hair now a mess.

He stood there as the boy recited a spell and got a positive result; the money that had scattered around him was now in his hand, perfectly clean. Okay, this was a nice surprise. He could only make potions.. or so he assumed. He had always been crap at spells.. for what reason, he wasn't sure. "Are you.. are you a wizard, by chance?" he asked the boy, hope growing inside his chest. Maybe if this boy could do spells, he could teach him.. and in return, he could teach the boy potions. This.. could prove to be a good day after all.

"I'm sorry.. give me a moment, please." He turned and paid the cashier the money he had asked for for the ingredients before putting the rest of his money in his pocket. Turning back to the boy, he extended his hand in introduction. "Malakai Cera.. you can call me Kai if you like," he told him after hearing his name. Ryo Suzuki, he committed to memory. Easy enough. "Ryo," he repeated, nodding. "Well it's nice to meet you, Ryo."