“If you guys want to go kill stuff, I’m totally up for it!” the rogue answered with a bright smile. Alisea was momentarily stunned by the reply. She blinked once without a word. In a game of life and death where going out to "kill stuff" meant that stuff was trying to kill you, this odd peer appeared quite... happy. And ready to kill. Alisea smiled--an affectionate, pleased, bone-chilling smile. [color=ec008c]"I do believe we will be [I]fast[/I] friends,"[/color] Alisea promised quietly. Snapping herself back to the task at hand, the magess opened her menu to reach the party options. Her hand paused when she noticed something had changed since she started a party with Br- with that swordsman earlier. Curious (and half-listening to Fyaira's words), Alisea tapped on the news and announcements. A new message sat there, which she scanned briefly. Under her breath, Alisea muttered, [color=ec008c]"Nine thousand, nine hundred, ninety-four."[/color] Players were dropping like flies. Dismissing the announcement, Alisea continued to the party screen and sent invites to both Fyaira and... Jack? What a normal name. Alisea closed her menu and faced her new partners. [color=ec008c]"I am Alisea--a mage, if that wasn't obvious. Not to be impolite, but we are in a rush: whenever these people finally accept this new life--maybe tonight, but definitely by tomorrow--the fields around this town will be flooded with players looking for experience. We need enough levels to stay a jump ahead of that flood, so we're going out right now. "Oh,"[/color] Alisea remarked as an afterthought. [color=ec008c]"Would either of you like a buckler or longsword? The... last person won't be using them anymore."[/color] There was a conversation Alisea didn't want to have right now, but she wanted to use every advantage they had. She considered it a calculated risk; if it was important to Jack (Fyaira probably wouldn't mind, Alisea was sure), she would answer him... later. [right][sub]Interacting with: [@Thecrash20] [@Airalin][/sub][/right]