DruSM157

In Search of Gaea A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure (REBUILD)

Just a heads up adventure fans, I'll start looking over profiles this weekend. So get them finished up and submitted!

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: City Streets, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Benkei smiled as Alja caught up and gave her a respectful nod. "It will be good having you with us." Of all the people in their little group, Alja was the one who could change the mood of a room--for good or bad--but if she wasn't agitated like before hopefully she'd keep the members of Mystic Prophecy in better spirits than if Benkei and Kazuki hung around like gloomy specters.

“What else do you guys wanna do? Not gonna be at Mystic all day.”

"Look for work or apprenticeships that'll take me," Benkei nodded. "Mining, tanning, carpentry..." he thought of a list of skills he could do. "Even if it's just manual labor. If there's anyone looking for help, I want to help." He'd make himself useful, even if it was in a minuscule way. It was the best he could do for the group now.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: City Streets, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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It wasn't worth arguing with his brother when he got so headed. Benkei just solemnly looked at the ground and nodded. "Right." He sighed. Was surviving even worth it? He'd seen the broken spirits and dead eyes of several Wayfairers in the city by now. How much more could his spirit endure? Could he even survive? Anything was better than this. And nothing Luci or any of Mystic Prophecy could do could beat the shame he felt being fussed at by his brother for letting his own broken family continue to break his spirit.

He simply followed behind Rael. "I'm not sure what I want," he muttered. "But for now, let's just rip off the bandage and meet with Mystic Prophecy."

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: Outside, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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“Dunno if what if’s and should have’s are gonna help you. And you gotta stop bein’ afraid of Mystic. Kazuki was there and save for Luci saying some mean words he was fine. Pris doesn’t hold anything against us. Unless you think that’s a problem. Do you want them to, or somethin’?”

"I mean, I'm used to disapointing people," Benkei grumbled.

Kazuki's own drunken affections were embarassing, but then his brother seemed to sober up the more Benkei struck into their shared issues at home. Benkei just frowned and looked towards the ground as Kazuki tried to build his brother back up, but the acknowledgement of Luci's resentment, much less the resentment of others, was still there as well.

"It's not even the fact that I'm not as smart, or as talented, or as handsome as you," Benkei grumbled. "Even here, you're always so amazing. We need money, you have it. We need a place to stay, you have it. With all the time I've put into this game, the only thing I had to show about it was my place on the leaderboard." He closed his eyes. "And now that's not even a thing. Everything's changed, and I'm the odd one out again."

"There's lots of stuff you can do!"

"Catching a rare fish is useless compared to being able to make simple potions, or smithing armor, or mining."

His eyes moved from Rael to Kazuki. "I can't pretend like I'm the leader everyone wants me to be. The best thing I can do is finally accept what mom and her friend said to me. If I can't be naturally talented, the best I can do is at least work and help bring in some money for the rest of you."

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Benkei sighed at the sight of his brother acting like a lush and continuing to ramble on in their mother tongue. At least no one save Rael could understand him.”これが私が飲まない理由です” He muttered, helping shoulder his older brother to lead him outside. As they led Kazuki outside, Benkei’s thoughts chased around the idea of approaching Mystic Prophecy again.

”I’m not sure my brother and I should go to Mystic Prophecy. Not yet, anyways.”

We don’t have the luxury of following the moderator’s orders. We have to complete this dungeon. How ignorant he had been! If he could just go back to their preparations, to go back before the dungeon. He'd slap every single one of them, he'd cave the main room in. Anything to keep them from progressing a step further into that nightmare. He'd make them all sign off at once. Whatever it took to save them, instead of what had transpired.

He’d missed Luci’s admonitions against him and his brother; by the time the rest of Mystic Prophecy had met up with them, he’d long since lost consciousness. But his brother’s face the next day, the looks given to him, he knew what the looks meant. He’d seen them every day of his life at home.

His gaze moved over to Kazuki, still drunk like a salaryman after work.”I wonder what would have happened had things been different. If I’d not been so obsessed with trying to be the best at something. If I’d stopped trying to be like Kazuki.”

Drew's testy place.

“If everything’s gone to hell, the best we can do is stick with each other.”

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Andrew Parker

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Thirty-Two

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Male

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Aurora Colorado

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High School History Teacher

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• Eagle Scout: Spent youth learning various bushcraft and survival skills, which he has kept up as a hobby as an avid hiker and camper in the Colorado Mountains.

• Educated: Has strong knowledge of historical events, and is a strong proponent of “those who do not know the past are doomed to repeat it”.

• Handy:Is used to doing small repairs and fixes on plumbing, cars and minor home repair. Nowhere near enough to replace a plumber, mechanic, or contractor, but enough to do little bits of work here and there.

• First Aid: One big thing his school district imposed was having teachers be first aid certified. Andrew is capable of performing CPR, splinting a broken limb or properly tying a tourniquet for a deep wound.

• Target Shooter: Has minor experience with rifles, shotguns, and handguns and is aware of their function, how to load and clean the weapons, as well as firing them. However, he is not trained in any kind of combat.

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Born to a middle-class family in Aurora, Andrew grew up as many young men in the 90’s did: doing lots of extracurricular activities while his parents worked.

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Location: Crew Bunk, Fortuna | In Transit

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”Remember, an Exoframe isn’t going to win many battles. Pilots win battles. My job isn’t to turn you into good pilots. Good pilots fight for the corpos, the governments and for planetary defense systems. Piloting for the Raiders makes you one of the best.” Herax Singh stood in front of the line of young men and women; mostly backwater folk that he’d gathered upon his travels. They’d come far enough to warrant a bit of his time. He walked the rank and file, eyeing up each one before he stopped to face Marlowe. The boy’d been with the Raiders three months and actually showed promise in piloting. But he was as green as a Rack’s Backside on Tevlac VI.

“Let’s see how quickly you can prep up for combat.” Singh turned and pointed at the large Exoframe behind him. In large black paint, it read BUCKET. “You got thirty seconds to get that ‘frame moving or you’ll scrub the latrines with your toothbrush for the week.”

“Sir!” Marlowe jumped quickly at attention, his heart racing. Failing in front of so many new recruits would be bad, but letting down Mr. Singh would be the worst feeling possible. After all, he owed the man his life.

Herax took out a rusty, metallic object from his person and opened it. It was a pocket watch. An honest-to-god, working pocket watch. “Go!”

Marlowe ran.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

Marlowe shot up straight, as the music of his alarm filled his ears. It was time for his shift. He grumbled, getting ready. He took a pulse shower, brushed his teeth, threw on his gear, and made his way down the hall towards what could be considered “Ops” for the Fortuna.

Maybe he could do some cleaning and repairs for Bucket’s weapon systems-“Fuck you!” annnnd Marlowe decided to carry on towards the mess. He grabbed a tray and held it under the food processor. Cheap, grey food cubes fell onto the tray.

“Right. I forgot we don’t have the credits for the good stuff,” he muttered to himself. He took a bite out of the food cube, and it tasted off. ”Hurkk..” he grunted forcing it down before washing it down with some recycled water. They really needed to make some good cash, sooner than later. Otherwise, he’d die of botulism long before they got blown up or killed in some backwater dust-up.

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Gonna work on the IC post today oboi

@Supermaxx

In Search of Gaea A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure (REBUILD)

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@Lemons

We are unsure if her hair is in a bun under that habit

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Rael and Graves’ back and forth had not been helpful, especially with Graves’ insinuation that the Denizens were something less than human still. He’d taken his worries to Sif, and whilst she didn’t completely agree with him; they still knew something had changed. And Rael was right, in Japan, those that could not contribute to society were stigmatized and branded as something like parasites. Hikikomori, NEETs, Ronins, each of those titles hung behind him as he struggled through school. ”Don’t expect to live like a hikikomori like some of those worthless drop-outs. If you can’t make it in school, I’ll have you on the streets bringing in money some way or the other, you lazy brat." At least here in this world the only person harassing him was himself.

And even Kazuki stood up and made great points that they had to stick together. Everyone was joining in, bringing information to the table, all without his input. It was probably better that he remained quiet and let the others talk now. And then, a quiet voice broke the constant back and forth to bring everyone in the room together again.

Finally. He’d been waiting for everyone to come together and discuss things, and Seele took the initiative to bring them together again. Benkei nodded at the girl. “Right.” She’d told him that she’d been working on her own project, and this was it. He and Sif had heard a little bit of the same rumors; people disappearing as well, and not just those traveling to attempt dungeons.

Benkei grabbed a few documents and carried it with him to Seele’s table. He’d taken a few notes from some of the Denizens and a few wayfarers in the past day, and he’d bring whatever information to bear alongside her. ”Sif and I heard a little about this too. I think whatever is happening is probably very important beyond bringing other groups together. Even if it’s just to keep us all safe.”