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"He's STILL not in the ROOM," Tempest impatiently stated the obvious as he bombarded Zarek with PM's.
"Hm. Even I'm getting a little impatient," Celes mused to herself, but refrained from taking Tempest's approach. The video feed was cut off when the duel ended, so they couldn't see what was going on anymore. "Knowing him, though, he's probably replacing that MP Potion she dropped at the end," she explained.
"That's CHUMP change!" Tempest angrily yelled. "Even a level 35 should be able to buy ONE." Celes sighed.
"Someone's forgotten what it's like to be a noob," she retorted, "and Magic is becoming a more popular practice, so prices are skyrocketing." She clutched her MP canteen, a well-earned and money-saving quest reward that slowly replenished itself of MP potion over time. "Even someone like me has trouble buying them in bulk."
"Whatever," back-lashed Tempest. "Message me when he decides to tag along, I need to calm down," he said before unclipping and logging off.

Ignoring Tempest's PM's, Zarek accepted the trade. He wanted to avoid getting into a you-don't-have-to-pay-me argument and risk running even more late. "I didn't expect anything in return, but thank you nonetheless," he made clear. It became a little more obvious to Zarek on what she was upset about. He cringed at the thought of having to buy more than eight MP potions at once, he could imagine how much trouble she could have had. "Anyway, you can add me if you want. Some friends are waiting on me, so I have to get going." Ragna explained, then turned around and began to walk after waving to her.
Not expecting the woman to act so aggressively to her loss, Ragna took a sigh as he picked up his fallen blade. It wasn't as if duelling had been updated recently, she should have known full and well to be more cautious. More specifically, not to even use items in a duel. Was it pride? The guild Ragna was in, Skyward Legendaries, was gaining popularity, but had also gained several rivals. Not that Zarek cared much for guild relations, as he mainly went monster hunting with Tempest and Celes. At the very least, he could relate to losing an item of some value back in his newbie days. Now that his stamina was up to 76%, he decided to run over to the Potion Specialist of the town. Because of his habitual monster hunting, he could afford to purchase things which lower-levels struggle with. He bought two MP potions, then began to run in the direction Aoina was headed. Hopefully, she hadn't gone too far from the village.

"Hey," Ragna called once Aoina was in earshot. When he got close, he took a deep breath. He didn't possess the incredible endurance that Tempest held, so running long distances was a bit of an issue. When he regained his breath at 15% stamina, he pulled out the MP potions. "I didn't mean to make you drop your potions," he calmly explained, "I hope this is ample compensation."
"God damn it!" Tempest yelled. "Quit toying with her and finish her off!"
"Hmm... A most peculiar spell," Celes thought to herself, ignoring the outrages of Tempest. "She's already lost, though," she bluntly put as Aoi began to shuffle through her bag.

At first, Ragnarok was shocked that the spell had an effect before the entire casting time passed. However, as Zarek did best, he quickly regained his cool-headedness and tried to find a way out of this. He didn't want to waste precious stamina trying to break free, but it appeared that he had no choice. With a great effort, Ragna broke one leg out of his stone prison, then swiftly slammed the the hilt of his right blade onto his other petrified leg, setting that one free as well.

Now. The ideal move for Zarek would've been Frenzy, a powerful yet swift combo attack, but he hardly had enough stamina to cover the cost for it. He had to resort to more... barbaric methods. With a swift hand motion, he swung his right blade around and held it in reverse. Then, he hastily pulled his arm back and pivoted around to where Aoina was. This would require some stupid luck, but Zarek was confident that he'd be able to finish her off right then and there. He... threw it at her with great force, much like a spear, before she could realize what was going on.
As the virtual "referee" counted down, Ragna prepared himself by drawing his customized twin blades. The amount of precaution his opponent had taken would've been laughable to someone like Tempest, but Zarek had to be more perceptive of how she moved. Even at her level, she could possibly defeat him if he wasn't careful. As she moved back, he cracked his neck by tilting his head side to side. ... The duel between Aoina and Ragnarok_Red will begin now.

"I at least hope she knows what she's doing," Celes pleaded, being a High Mage herself. If a member of a private chat entered a duel, other members in the chat could opt to watch it remotely. It was the more entertaining option versus standing around watching tumbleweeds pass by. "Listen to yourself," Tempest said, "Look at how slow she casts, even a tank like Ragnarok would be able to wipe her out before she'd even finish."
Yet, even after taking a few steps, Ragnarok simply stood there, waiting for the green-haired woman to finish casting. It left Tempest speechless, earning a giggle from Celes. Perceptive, like her brother, she could see where this was going. When Aoina fired her fireball, Ragna inhaled a deep breath and swiftly brought up both of his sword in an X-shape out in front of his torso. He simply let the fireball hit him like that, causing smoke to cloud their entire movement range. Tempest remained speechless. Ragnarok's ability to tank damage wasn't close to that of a Sentinel class, but he could block Aoi's fireballs without suffering fatal damage. While the smoke still fogged the movement area, Zarek took this opportunity to charge forward to where he assumed Aoi would be. She'd at least have somewhat of a cooldown time before she could greatly move. However, just to make sure...
"Flurry," muttered Ragnarok, unleashing a rapid, almost majestic dance of his blades. Slashes and stabs all over. Even if she did move, something was bound to hit. Anything to keep her from running quickly or the like; he wouldn't let her cast another spell.
Suuuuuuuure~ Alright. xD It's still very much a game of hot potato, lol
The tall, muscular Warrior character appeared to be unresponsive for a number of seconds. Was he ignoring her? Was he simply AFK? There were a few things in Solarie Online that would prompt this sort of action, yet it was difficult for other players to notice unless they were in the same guild. Seconds later, the red-schemed man turned his head away from the idle NPC and toward the face of the mage before him. "I would love the twenty XP," he stated in a surprisingly bland, non-arrogant manner.

Rewind this scenario a few hours, and you get this;
Zarek was working his way up the stairs of the Mens' Dorms at his university, carrying his bag over his shoulder. A rather pointless day, non-surprisingly, he reflected to himself about class today. Zarek yawned as he entered the hallway leading to his room. The hallway was surprisingly bleak, even for college dorm room standards, only to be spiced up with motivational posters dotted around. You know. The pictures of scenes from nature with a black border around them, captioned with a word of value which has no relation to the picture whatsoever. Ignoring the picture of a waterfall captioned "Patience", Zarek arrived at his dorm room. There were a couple notes on the bulletin board attached to his door. "Enjoy your Spring Break!" the first note read, signed by the Dean of Students. Shifting his eyes to the next one, Zarek noticed this one was from his roommate. "Gonna be gone all break, enjoy yourself," the second one read. It was fine with him; the whole dormitory was going to be empty, more or less. This way, Zarek could perfectly do what he did best without fear of interruption.

Sleep.

Zarek stepped inside and shut the door. After sliding off his bag and neatly hanging it up on the door, he kicked off his shoes and went to his alarm clock. "2:34 PM", the clock red. At first, Zarek set it for 3:34 PM and laid down into his bed, but he figured he'd want an extra hour of dreamland. He lazily reached over, gave the alarm an extra hour, and near-instantly dozed off while his arm slumped to the floor.

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It was a long, narrow, dark, and damp alleyway. The pouring rain didn't help much as Zarek carefully stepped through the puddles of mud along his way. Eventually, he got to a muscular man with red hair standing beside a door, lit with nothing but a small lamp hanging down. "You got the goods?" the man roughly interrogated. Zarek passively handed him a small cloth bag as he opened the door himself, not waiting for the man to unlock it for him. He shut the door and hung his black trenchcoat.
"Excuse the mess, please," Zarek said, now walking towards a chair opposite a desk. A much fancier, black leather chair was turned around on the other side. Zarek took his seat in the much less impressive chair and rested his elbows on the desk. "The weather is unforgiving today."
"It's quite alright," a woman's voice assured from the black chair. She turned around, revealing herself to be none other than a good friend of his. Aoi, that is. "I'm just glad you're okay. Tell me, how did the job go?"
Before Zarek could speak, they were interrupted by an outrageous pop song. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down..." With that, the entire scenario disappeared, like a bubble that had just been popped.

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Zarek found himself back in his bed, loathing the decision to ever let Rick Astley wake him up. He hurriedly got out of his bed and hit the "off" button to his alarm clock. Giving off a groggy yawn, he lazily walked over to his computer setup and moved the mouse some. He rarely ever turned it off, due to the regular inflow of messages he had to read. One in particular caught his attention;

4:31 PM [Tempest_Green02] "Dude, get your behind out of bed already. Today's when we decided to teach you 'bout killin' Royal Reds"

There were several subsequent messages by him that followed, but Zarek chose to ignore them, having got the jist. Tempest was always fast-paced, while Zarek took things more slowly. An ironic testament to their characters' playstyles in Solarie Online. Naturally, he was talking about slaying Royal Red Dragons. Zarek let out a massive yawn as he glanced at his phone. No point in telling Aoi, a friend from early high school he'd been keeping slight contact with, about his dream. Nothing else interesting happened that day either, so he decided to immediately sit down.

4:37 PM [Ragnarok_Red] "Hold your horses, dude, I'm up."
4:38 PM [Tempest_Green02] "'Bout damn time, hurry up and get on! Typing is XP waste."

After the brief exchange, Zarek clicked on the Solarie Online icon on his desktop, equipping himself with the headgear once prompted. Zarek was patient and wasn't much bothered with the long loading times.

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Night-time already. Ragnarok really did miss out today. He was standing in front of an NPC, from when he last logged out after completing the quest prerequisite to access the Royal Red Dragon Dungeon. Almost immediately, Tempest_Green dragged him into a custom voice messaging group, one of their guild's satellite rooms. "Hurry up and get to the rondevous," Tempest ordered, "Your sister and I have been waiting ages."
"More him than I," Celestial_Silver interjected. Her real name was Sadie, but her and Zarek had an agreement to call each other by their in-game names while in-game. It only made sense.
"If he whines again, Celes, you can bash him a few times with your staff," suggested Ragna.
"Quit your dawdling," Tempest interjected before going silent. Zarek was just about ready to assume control of Ragna, when a lower-leveled mage casually walked up to him.
"Hey, wanna duel?" she casually asked.
"Hold the phone, guys," Zarek said in the private chat, "This woman wants to duel with me."
"Christ, Ragna," Tempest complained.
"Is she at least level 40?" Celes inquired, "It'll be a wipeout otherwise."
"Only 35," Ragna stated, followed by a laugh-grunt from Tempest. "She's a mage, though."
"Whatever," Tempest gave up, obviously not pleased. "Take your time, by all means." Zarek muted the private chat and switched vocal input to the public chat, apathetic of Tempest's outbursts. Ragna merely needed concentration. He turned his head towards the mage, eager to see if she could prove a match against his rising-Champion character.
"I would love the twenty XP," he stated in a bland, non-arrogant manner.
"Instead of a comb, we have a brush!" Essentially.

Side-note: This is my first Advanced-level RP. Let's hope things don't fall apart like a Jenga puzzle.
Side-side-note: Mmk, so it isn't advanced, my mistake
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