It had been five days. Five bloody long days, and all DD had ever managed to do was sitting in his room, contemplating mass genocide. Unlike many others of his guild, getting stuck in a game didn’t actually sit that well with him. He liked YGGDRASIL. Hell, he loved it. The combat, the story, the gameplay, and more, the freedom it offered players. This game was heaven to him; it allowed him everything he wanted but couldn’t have in real life. And yet… The revenant known as DozingDonut sighed, racking fingers through his stock white hair as he paced the carpeted floor of his quarter. For the millionth time since their final feast, he closed his eyes and activated the log out command again. Seconds ticked by. Nothing happened. He sank into a nearby chair, suppressed another sigh. As days passed, many of his theories had come crashing down. This was not YGGADRASIL on life support. Neither was it YGGADRASIL 2 beta. For all he knew, they weren’t in a game anymore. As an avid gamer, he had sampled most of MMOs on the current market, even going as far as trying region locked games from overseas. There were some pretty amazing stuffs out there, mind-blowing mechanics and breath-taking graphics, but nothing had even come closer to the level of realism they were currently experiencing. That knowledge might be a little bit difficult to take in. After all, he, along with his guildmates, was strained on gods-know-where, with nothing but the guildhall surrounded them. He felt like freaking out. He should. But he was conflicted. He was not stuck here as a lanky human guy with odd working hours. No, he was here as DD the revenant, the demon zombie dude that wore fear like a cloak and flipped off Death as he charged headlong into battles. He was Ragnavault’s one man army. He had got nothing to fear, or moped about for days, to be honest. It was getting a little pathetic. So bloody uncool. (strained, caught, they are trapped like flies, where to go?) He rose up from his chair slash throne, topping the finely decorated piece of furniture over in his haste. No time for bad thought now. He willed himself to think of their situation differently; they were kids trapped in the playground, might as well try out all the rides before daylight. Feeling slightly invigorated, he rolled his shoulders as he opened the door of his bedroom to step into the massive living room. Despite the fact that he didn’t hang around the guild hall that often when compared to other members (Nostromo came to mind, that dork), his position in the guild was still high enough to grant him a private quarter. Toasty would probably weep if he knew DD didn’t bother with decorations in his living room. Instead, he just opted to fill the beautiful room with all manner of junks, ranging from a variety of skulls to rusty weapons and strange artifacts, like several braided centaurs’ tails he had hanging from the nearby wall. He was quite certain he was high when he got those. Nostromo chose that exact moment to send out his message. DD turned his head, the sharp tang of magic stung his senses as he listened to the disembodied voice relaying the message. It was simple; they were to meet at the Copper Hall to discuss stuffs and probably have some quality guild time or whatever. By the sound of it, Toasty and Nostromo were probably cooking up some kind of plan for them. DD half-smiled, picking up his skull mask and sword from the cracked vanity on his way out, anticipation coiling in his guts. However, just as the door to his quarter slammed shut behind him, his thought drifted to a certain NPC, and his gaze dropped to the shadow behind him. Urgh. Ever since every NPC in Ragnavault had come alive, i.e gaining consciousness and sentience, some really creepy things had happened. His lips curled in disdain as he remembered the first time he caught the guild leader and his NPC in a rather compromising position. It took him thirty minutes to pry Toasty out of that crazy contraption. Now, DD wouldn’t judge one of his best bros in the guild, but dude could use some therapy. And maybe an extra helping of Jesus or whatever his preferred religion on the side. After that little ‘incident’, he had called up Furiko and asked her to go do the first task that had come to mind, namely finding all the skulls in his quarter and stacking them into a pyramid in the bathroom. That alone would have taken quite a bit of time, he knew the vast number of skeletons he had in his closet. (475, it’s a big closet.) He had got used to thinking of her as his personal pack mule, but knowing that she had thoughts and feelings now, it just didn’t feel right to treat her like an object anymore. Still, having a girl literally shadowed his steps slightly crept him out, so he sent her away. But she wouldn’t be gone forever; he figured he should deal with this as soon as he could. So he did. [color=orange]“Furiko?”[/color]- He said, shifting a bit into his berserker voice so she could hear it through the wooden door. -- Her lord had seemed rather distressed on the day a few days back. Enough so, that he seemed to have felt the need to send her on a mission to deal with the count of the Skulls. Indeed, her lord was wise and this mere action must truly be worthy of anything. But she still felt a sort of tinge, of not being able to help him in some way. Why hadn't they moved out to check out and slaughter creatures? Or maybe found a town to gain concepts on what was selling or not. She didn't mind to much, this task was more then enough for her. Her black sclera, holding around her golden iris, watching her porcelain white skin on her slender hand as she placed the white skull on top of the last line of stacks. 475 skulls, in a pyramid to match what he had asked of her. She needed to place them carefully. Her gaze watching as her steady hand placed it perfectly, not over use of strength or anything else. Her long nails lightly trailing on skull for a moment after she finally finished it. Smiling cooly at it. Her arms covered by the dark purple sleeve that seemed to extend from her shoulders. Her demonic reptilian wings holding behind her, kept up to help keep her balance. Her black tail, springing from right about her butt seeming to hold loosely behind her as it occasionally would swing about seductively, her apparent interest in this project being rather obvious. Her ears twitched lightly, as she heard her lord call for her. Her eyes looking to the door behind her in the amazing bathroom in her eyes that her lord was indeed worthy of. She stood up lightly, her boots and seemingly interesting design in armor showing. She wasn't going to make the skulls fall over. Not after the time she managed to put into them. But why? Did it really matter...aside from her lord telling her to do it. Did he care about how they were? She would often question some of her thoughts... [color=lightslategray]“Yes my lord?”[/color] She stated as she pushed the wooden door open, the wood was slightly warm to the touch, though this may have only been because of her own body heat probably being raised slightly from the amount of time she spent hunting and finding more skulls. [color=lightslategray]“The task you have asked of me is completed my lord.”[/color] Her voice didn't hold much emotion. It was generally mono-toned, neutral if you could think. It was fine in her mind, though she did think that maybe she could figure out a way to be more accepting of her lord. So many others seemed to show....excitement? She couldn't be sure. Taking a few steps forward was she walked closer to her creator she stood before him from a respectable distance. Looking over him, it seemed they may be going...that message she heard but ignored. It said something about meeting? She wasn't one to go to anything unless her Lord took her to it...for she was more accustomed to living in his shadow. She pushed back her purple hair, it's long length just hovering over the top of her back thighs as her tail swung powerfully. Her wings stretching occasionally. She would just wait on him, whatever he asked, she had no reason to not do. – [color=orange]“Eh. You actually did that? Wow.”[/color]- DD sucked in a breath, amazement obvious in his features. –[color=orange]“Yeah. About that, you don’t have to do whatever I say. If you don’t want to. And you also don’t have to follow me around all day. Feel free to go out and do whatever you want, ya know, like seducing dudes or whatever.”[/color] He groaned inwardly, making a mental note to ask Nostromo about succubus. He should have read the race description before pressing ‘next’. A moment of awkward silence passed between them, as DD seemed to be fumbling with his words. After a while, he managed the question. [color=orange]“So… do you want to kill me or anything?”[/color] -- Her eyes watched her lord carefully as he spoke to her. Taking in anything he asked or said of her. He showed a sign of surprise possibly? About her doing what he asked. She was going to say, of course she would have done anything. But his next statement puzzled her a bit. Her tail twitched lightly, it's spade heart like shape end hovering over the ground as it did so. [color=lightslategray] “My lord, I don't understand.”[/color] She stated, the same normal blank tone. She took a step towards him, pushing her hand lightly on her mouth, pressing against her chest as she tried to think. He asked her to do what she wanted...but there wasn't anything she could think of. Then he asked a very odd question. [color=lightslategray]“I would never betray you my lord.”[/color] She stated sternly, probably one of the only times she showed emotion. She may not be able to comprehend some things at this moment....like the questions before. But to kill her creator? No. [color=lightslategray] “I would much rather be at your side if it doesn't bother you.”[/color] She stated once again neutrally. Though her eyes wondered about for a moment, taking in his information.[color=lightslategray] “If you have anything you wish. Feel free to ask me for it. I will help you the best I can.”[/color] She continued as if she was thinking over what she was saying. She was trying to understand his reasoning for the questions. What did she do that would have caused this? -- [color=orange]“Cool. Yeah.”[/color]- He mumbled lamely, before turning to walk to the Copper Hall, where there was still a meeting waiting for him. A few steps in, he realized he could use the guild ring to get there immediately, instead of trudging about like an idiot and wasting everybody’s time. Sighing heavily, he slowed down and gestured for Furiko to come closer, before putting an arm over her shoulder and activating the spell woven into his ring. It worked as it should, deposited them right in front of the Copper Hall in a flash of bright light. He put a gloved hand on the door handle, before a thought popped up in the back of his mind. [color=orange]“Also, you don’t have to stay in my shadow all the time. Stay outside, make friends and, well, do stuffs.”[/color]- He said, tone light and casual, but his expressions were anything but. DD was a creature of whims and freedom; the thought of him restricting someone else’s gnawed at his insides endlessly. However, while he wished to treat Furiko as she deserved, he just didn’t know how, with the whole NPC being devoted to their creators thing going on. He should also consult Nostromo on this matter; dude seemed to be managing just fine. Before he could make the situation anymore awkward than it already was, DD pushed the door open and strode in. Just in time to witness LP’s usual antics. He gave her an easy smile, before taking a seat nearby, dropping his mask on the table and putting his sword across his lap. [color=orange]“Chipper as usual, eh? Don’t tell me you’ve found my candy corn stash, LP. Sugar crash is no joke.”[/color]- He faked a scowl, just as he turned to take a quick look around the room. A few NPCs (not just npcs anymore, they have gained sentience) have gathered, and he gave each a nod, unsure of what to say to them. The thought that each of them was real beings now, rather than just lines of codes, took some time getting used to.