[centre][img]http://orig10.deviantart.net/426b/f/2016/064/a/2/yeahyoufeelme_by_fenixking13-d9tzalz.png[/img][/centre] [centre]Day 17 / Afternoon / LVL 16[/centre] [centre][]HP[]100%[color=00a651]//////////[/color][][/centre] Indominus just smiled at the scene of everyone getting along comfortably, except maybe Edgar but that wasn't up to anyone here to confront the lad. He would open up to someone eventually of his own choice to seek help. Dom made a mental note to try and be that person, a role model in the sense that he understood and could be trusted with that kind of information. A quick glance at the carnage told him he wasn't off to a good start though what with having attacked the two boys over an epic misunderstanding. He turned to Scarlet and tossed her a sly wink. Just before Uncle Dan unleashed hell. The chair shattered beneath his weight and Dom simply followed along with the beating, not really feeling any pain, but fully aware he was going to be sore. The first strike hurt his jaw more than anything but when the Tonfa connected it was a whole new world of stars as his mind failed to perceive the amount of force put behind the blow. The only thing he would remember later was the sound of glass shattering as he was launched bodily through the nearby window like a sack of bricks to lay in the street. His head swooned and failed to come into proper view for the second time in under 10 minutes. With a grunt Dom gave up trying and simply collapsed on the street unconscious. ---------------------------------------- -Delcastle- -Afternoon / day 17 / LvL 12- Interesting evening this is turning out to be He mused while rubbing his eyes to get the last of the sleep out of them, the result of a stressful night that he would not have changed for all the gold he could carry. Business and profit were fine but what separated him from the real life men of business was a code of morality that would not be shaken easily. Life was precious and now that it was the final payment every player had left it was up to Delcastle to see as many lights as possible make it to the end. So many graves already lined the hearts of all and the fear was beginning to set in like a black cloud over Bulls run as more and more players made their way from the town of beginnings to make a frighteningly slow crawl forward. [color=6ecff6]"Poor lads,"[/color] Delcastle lamented as he stared out a nearby window at the shuffling figures wandering outside the tavern, [color=6ecff6]"You will all find your courage.. Or you will crumble under your own self loathing."[/color] He placed both hands together and bowed his head to not the people outside, but to the idealism of spirit and will. Praying silently that the courage bestowed to the young and old alike would find a way to cut through the haze of the unknown. A ping noise alerted him to more news and as was customary, drew him from his own thoughts into the world of information and secrets. Few of the player base knew things better than the hardcore beta players, even Delcastle was not privy to that knowledge just yet, but he had made friends once upon a time with someone who eat, slept, and breathed this game in the trial days. It had been a longshot but after waiting for weeks he had his reply back it seemed. [color=f6989d][i]DELCASTLE, BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE SPOKE LONGER STILL SINCE I BOTHERED TO REPLY I GOT YOUR MESSAGE. YOU KNOW THE PRICE. WHAT DO YOU NEED ANSWERED -MOLLY[/i][/color] Delcastles sigh could have blown a grown man over, exasperated that this woman always refused to give up answers without demanding payment. So much like each other and yet so completely different. The woman would cost a fortune for a simple damn answer, a REAL answer, not the magic of lies and half-rumored truths spread by desperation some of the playerbase clung to from the info brokers. Admittably Del was fond of going to them, excited really, for any scrap of lie and rumor. His father had always told him, "Every lie has a kernel of truth. Just gotta figure it out for yourself." [color=6ecff6][i]ALWAYS THE HARD BARGAIN WITH YOU FINE. CREDITS WILL BE SENT BY MAIL I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO REMOVE 'PERMANENT DAMAGE' PENALTIES YOU LEARNED A THING ABOUT IT YET OR WAS THERE ANYTHING LIKE IT IN BETA -DELCASTLE[/i][/color] A few minutes went by as he leaned on the banister of the Inn watching the interaction between the group below. Old fellers cause trouble, young fellows blamed for being male, young girl has instability due to poor home life, old men and girl make up, older bearded fellow booted from window by yoga pants. Life goes on. The events of it all didn't even cause him to blink, let alone act surprised. This kind of tom foolerly happened constantly in games like this. Another ping came and he wasted no time devouring the information [color=f6989d][i]PERMANENT DAMAGE IS TREATABLE TOP RIGHT OF THE MAP, CRYSTAL TOWERS LARGE WHIRLPOOL IN THE CENTER THAT FLOWS UP, NOT DOWN MY GUESS IS WHERE THE WATER GOES DOWN IS WHERE THE HEALING WATER STARTS WAS A DUNGEON IN THE GORGE DURING BETA THAT HOUSED IT PROBABLY STILL THERE. BUT FAIR WARNING, SWEETHEART YOU WILL NEED A TEAM OF 10 OR MORE TO ENTER IT'S A MINIATURE RAID WITH NO PLAYER CAP MORE PEOPLE, MORE DIFFICULTY, MORE LOOT SOFT-CAP AT LEVEL 10 BUT WITH 10+ PEOPLE IT WILL SPIKE TO 12 SO ON AND SO-FORTH. TA-TA -MOLLY[/i][/color] Delcatle grimaced at the know-it all attitude of the girl. Took her nearly two weeks to reply to a friend invite? Bull crap. She was waiting for something important. Some trigger to make her interest peak and get the most out of him. That was how this girl worked and it would continue on. Questions came to mind of why people like her hadn't bothered selling info the moment the game went live, make a killing at the start but then it hit him. She wasn't selling info till now because she wasn't sure.. Molly had to be past the gorge by now. At the next town, even. Molly could very well be the head of the info brokers market! The horrible feeling of dread echoed all the way into his wallet as he sent the required credits to cyber-space. His musings were interrupted by the sound of an interruptive little fox girl. He turned to glance at her and smiled before turning around to stand tall in front of her, the image of pride and chivalry, he dropped to a low bow. Until the comment about the panties came to the open air. A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to regain composure. [color=6ecff6]"Yeah.. that."[/color] He brought up the screen and unequipped his own shirt, snug and warm on him but also a lot bigger than Sapphira was by a wide margin. He opened a trade and sent it to her as he stood there with nothing but a thin white shirt on. [color=6ecff6]"The answer you need is right in front of you."[/color] The moment she tried to put it on, the outfit would resize to fit the new recipient. Games were tedious but not to the point where he needed exact measurements to have clothes fit. What a headache that would be. [color=6ecff6]"As for the uh... Underwear issue, I.. Had to find a female tailor."[/color] The memory of the womans glare he remembered so vividly expressed her not so subtle thoughts of calling him a pervert, as the last two tailors had. "They are.. uncooperative sometimes." Rubbing the back of his head he tried to change the topic. [color=6ecff6]"The armor I gave you. I trust it is functional? I wasn't sure if you wanted to hide it or not. Ultimately that is your decision though, so I tried to get both sides of the coin so to speak rather than guess an unfamiliar girls feelings on such a touchy matter."[/color] His thoughts careened back to Cinera and the odd feelings of the day as he mentioned the touchy matter. The thoughts then went back to the literal touchy matter he had walked in on and a very slight blush came to his cheeks. [color=6ecff6]"I should mention before we continue, I found someone with information on the ear topic. Permanent damage has a way of being restored by a healing pool in the gorge lower levels.. the problem is its a dungeon."[/color] He glanced down at the rowdy party below and the gears started turning as he formulated a plan on the spot. [color=6ecff6]"Say.."[/color] He noticed the girl with the eyepatch touch her face and cringe and realized that she must have suffered a similar permanence. A grin came to his face as he turned back to Sapphira. Maybe with a bit of persuasion he could solve this issue without much of a fuss. [color=6ecff6]"Could I have my shirt back by the way.."[/color]