[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G5HUBBI.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/GBafRmO.png[/img][/center] [color=red]Health[/color]: 975/1300 [color=slateblue]Mana[/color]: 1482/1900 [color=orange]Renn[/color]: 573 Renn [color=teal]STATs Tree:[/color][hider=] [b][color=lightslategray]Health:[/color][/b] 13 [b][color=lightslategray]Mana:[/color][/b] 19 [b][color=lightslategray]Strength:[/color][/b] 9 [b][color=lightslategray]Agility:[/color][/b] 12 [b][color=lightslategray]Intelligence:[/color][/b] 15[/hider] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X71kPtnnXmo&list=PLIK3Qkz4279bKoqnvNj_Ff4Y56L6kR9hy&index=56[/youtube][/center] [center][h2]✧ DAY 7 - Genesis City, Inn "Eden Hall" - 8AM-12AM ✧[/h2] 7/23/2076[/center] [color=cyan] Dubstepp casually woke up without any drowsiness. He simply sat up on his bed and looked around the room for a moment. He couldn't help but hope that the surrounding walls would transition into his old room. He managed to go to sleep early this time, but even then, he couldn't shake the feeling. He scratched his head roughly, not quite sure how to handle himself. He had been counting the days since the incident. [color=deepskyblue]"Happy One Week Anniversary,"[/color] he muttered. Dubstepp hurried to the shower room to cleanse his body of possible bed bugs and lint. The shower remained cold yet refreshing against his bare skin. He closed his eyes for the entire experience. Despite some slight differences, the water did seem real. Dubstepp continued scrubbing roughly, not certain if he was truly making any progress. He wondered if just stepping into the shower would classify a player as clean. Dubstepp would still need to apply scrubs and shampoo. It would seem unsightly if he didn't. He returned outside with his proper clothes on after his long shower. Luckily, there were no water bills he had to answer toward. He could take baths as long as he wished. Dubstepp walked down the street; this particular time, he did not have a destination. The whole day yesterday focused on shopping alone. Window browsing, shopping for specific items, and talking to the clerks took a lot of his time. Dubstepp did not have anything on his schedule. He practically had everything he needed for a dungeon trip. And he was becoming very frugal with his money, he expected he should save some money for emergencies. Thinking back to the quests offered around this time, he found no solution to his unproductiveness. All the quests weren't going to cut it for him. They would have taken a while to complete. He then remembered Watchmaster Loran. The musician thought back to his first quest; standing around and guarding the place only for a handful of Renn. He snapped his fingers and chose that he could help him out again. The job was simply easy and did earn Renn. Hopefully, this second quest will give Dubstepp an advantage or give him more of a footing into Loran's trust. Dubstepp scratched his head again for the second time today. There was still the problem of doing something until tonight. Walking more down the street, he realized he came across the pub that he visited a few days ago. He blinked his eyes, trying to recall the performance he initiated. Not a lot of people were present at the time, but they still gave a round of applause. Not sure if NPCs have a taste of music or they are just programmed to like anything. Dubstepp tapped his waist, his mind was rambling right now on what to do. He began to check his stats and noticed his music skill. He initially picked the skill for his love of music, but probably would have chosen another useful option considering as of a week ago this turned into life or death scenario. Thinking more about it, Dubstepp finally gave in and decided to have an ounce of courage. This was a special day after all. The musician needed to do something amazing on his one week anniversary of surviving this hell hole. He walked further down the road before stopping. He witnessed a lot of foot traffic through the streets. Pedestrians spoke to each other as they crowded the streets. Some of them must have had jobs to start or others were trying to get to a specifc store. Dubstepp hugged the walls of one of the buildings. He took some quick breathing exercises and calmed his nerves. Unequipping his lute, he started to strum his fingers against the wire.[/color] [color=gold][i]"Meet me by the pool table, Tell you about them old fables, when we were able and grateful, reading the bible, becoming too playful, now we've been disabled, necks wrapped in cables, Big Boss took your Paypal. He got us stuck in April, bending over for too much ----. It's pretty fatal. They say jump and we say how high, because all they see is small fry, and we don't know how to multiply, we just standby and comply, to the Big Guy, when he crucifies us in July and denies our supplies for black and bow ties, watching us as we lie and try to pass by with tongue ties and broken cries, must exemplify and modify and satisfy the golden alumni, Boss tells us to retry and expects a nice reply, I say "I smell pork" because this is a ------ pigsty. Prisoned from 9-to-5, yet I'm still alive learning how to survive and thrive on diners, drive-ins, and drives because in time, I'll be able to afford proper delights for future wives and cooler lives, only few days of filing archives, and their backs will know knives. Not talking in the murderous sense, but I am on that war fence, Climbing the ladder so watch your manners, because I will be the last laughter, and after, I'm much faster to gather backers, never meet a better rapper slacker known to master what matters, never staggers against whackers and attackers, more fame than Saturn or the latter, rather chug the Jaeger than become a hungry actor down the crapper. Watch me flow onto a new pattern, the old kid from that new tavern, coming for your position, so listen to my prediction so you can set some provisions and pray to your religion, I am the most voted, money in my pocket, totally loaded Sorry to say: "YOu've JUST BEEN DEMOTED."[/i][/color] [color=cyan] Dubstepp felt that this was a worthy note to leave on. His fingers came to stop once he chose to take his bow. Some individuals stayed and listen while others kept moving forward. [color=deepskyblue]"My name is Dubstepp; thank you, everyone."[/color] He did not unequip his lute as he still had more lines on his mind. A smile was written across his face. With some performances now and then, he would accomplish his goal in no time. So he spent the entire afternoon performing to the passerby. The hours went by until he had to stop for the better of his health. His fingers were beginning to get blisters and his voice was cracking a bit. Dubstepp really had not done this for more than ten minutes. Fortunately, it looked like some people appreciated his music. Dubstepp bowed again to signal the end of his presentation. He took the rest of the day to calm his vocals by drinking some water from a bar. The musician simply waited until the time came by for him to pick up the quest. He looked at his wrist to see the time. There was no wristwatch attached to him, but he did like pretending. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh, it's almost 8:30. I better take my leave."[/color] It probably wasn't though it felt like it. Dubstepp marched his way to Loran's position. There was no hesitation as he knew where the place was. The trainer hoped that the Watchmaster remmembered him. It's been less than a week, but almost a week. (If that makes sense...) The trainer saw the important NPC from a distance. Shifting his arms back and forth, he proceeded to jog over to Loran's position. [color=deepskyblue]"Trainer apprentice slash musician reporting for duty. Need me to stand around again?"[/color] Dubstepp joked. He certainly was not sure if Loran was the joking type. They barely had any conversation last time he volunteered for service. [color=deepskyblue]"So what's the suspicious activity?"[/color] He questioned.[/color] [color=peachpuff]Dubstepp used no Renn.[/color] [color=gold]Dubstepp has 573 Renn left.[/color]