The speech was underwhelming. Weak. Pointless.
Arara had expected something stronger than just some petty talk of what did not yet exist. This Arrun Tower, the current Head Master of Beacon Academy was obviously a new person in the role, someone who had little experience at all. A speech about potential and oppurtunity was pointless, because neither of those things had any immediate value. She was not here to think about the future. She was here to improve the present, and merely talking about metaphoric doors wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. If you want to get better, train harder. Don't talk about not having the right oppurtunities, because that's just a waste of breath.
Perhaps it was pretentious of someone with all the oppurtunities in the world to be thinking of something in that way, but it was ultimately her own point of view. She passed through the short speech with a neutral expression, neither challenging nor accepting the views of Arrun, simply waiting for it to be over. There were some things that were better left unsaid, and in the end, telling your teachers that their lectures were an utter waste of time wasn't a good way to get high marks. And getting high marks was her intention. It would put the name of Sakanade Textiles to shame if she wasn't at least in the top fifteen of the students her grade.
With the wasteful speech over and more important information popping up, that of curfew and meal plans, Arara was mildly surprised at the hand that Orion offered her. With a smile, she grasped his hand as the giant helped her up, before the heiress elegantly extracted her spear from the seats. That was the problem with ancient heirlooms: they didn't have a retractable form due to the difference in technology.
Shaking her head when it came to the youth's offer to the buffet, she said, “Thank you for your offer, but I don't believe I'll be leaving yet. I have someone I promised to meet after the speech was over. Feel free to go on without me. Hopefully I'll find you people there.”
And with that, she walked off, restraining her habit of twirling her spear, before leaning by the main exit that all the students were using, waiting for Alistair and his reply.
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Threshold of Kakophonia doesn't have a User Manual. You literally just go in and figure stuff out as you go.
Customization costs RL money, unless it's something 'normal' like simply changing your hair style.
Customization costs RL money, unless it's something 'normal' like simply changing your hair style.
Be happy, Reialgo. Your character will be the first person whom the main character will party with.
And the 'map' function will still be a bit of an unknown thing for most players. So I won't judge if your characters get lost and you have to be in the debt of the mapmaker. XD
And the 'map' function will still be a bit of an unknown thing for most players. So I won't judge if your characters get lost and you have to be in the debt of the mapmaker. XD
It was festive. So much...activity. Liliz had lived in a 'busy' city before, but people rarely ventured out on the streets. In a world where cars were the norm and no one had the time to walk on their own two feet, she had never seen more that five others on the streets at once. Compared to that, the 'small' town of Windswept Oasis, which she assumed was to have the image of an idyllic, countryside town, was much more active, an uncountable amount of players and NPCs milling about, as the players tried to figure out where they should go to get their quests and the NPCs seemed to be busy doing other stuff.
Heck, now that she thought about it, the white-haired girl couldn't even tell players and NPCs apart, with the only indication being the fact that players wore rags and NPCs wore normal clothes. It looked as if the town was being invaded by job-seeking hobos, actually, an image that the young girl found amusing. Smiling to herself as she wandered through town, with more of the attitude of a tourist sightseeing than an adventurer looking for easy money, she tried a couple of odd hand signals, wondering whether they would do anything. They didn't and after a few more failed attempts, she realized that it was better for her just to use her HUD. Pressing the 'scroll' button that was right below her HP and Ki bars, her mouth opened in a small 'ah' as a window came up, a light blue circular message box with an arrow in the center. Was that supposed to be herself? Using one hand to press 'down' on the message box and keep it in place, Liliz then turned around the rest of her body and smiled slightly as the 'direction' that the arrow pointed also went that way.
Yep, that was her.
Amongst the others around her, Liliz could see that she was apparently the only person thus far that had stumbled upon the map function. It seemed like it was something that had to be done manually though, mapping out the world by themselves. Seemed a bit tedious, but it was also a dash of realism that she enjoyed. Placing her index finger on the screen, onto the 'arrow' that was herself, Liliz took in a deep breath, and began to walk, tracing the path of one of the main, cobblestone roads of Windswept Oasis, marking down any notable locations as she passed by them.
A blacksmith woman that was swamped by male adventurers giving her nails, hammers, and iron ingots.
A bearded potter who was unintentionally scaring a little Nobelle girl.
A mapseller who seemed to be making a profit...selling physical, scrolled up maps.
An inn that seemed more high scale than most other buildings, bearing the name of 'Watercolor Paradise'.
A small food stall that was selling discount meat ball skewers.
A whole avenue that seemed to be filled with makeshift stalls, merchants laying their vanity items on richly embroidered carpets.
It was only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at best, but she had already marked out quite a few interesting areas, and even went as far as to mark out 'openings' to other major streets, remembers for her to explore later. Who knew that mapping out a town, of all things, would be so much fun? There was truly a sense of 'exploration', of seeing new faces, of watching professions at work that were obslete in the real world. And through her exploration, Liliz had come to the conclusion that the 'beginner' quest was that of a delivery quest, most likely to just have people walk around and get used to doing so. There were a few players who were travelling in fancy mounts such as cash shop cars and ostriches, but the density of other players made such things rather undesirable.
She grinned as one particularly stubborn player was trying to urge his beast-mount to just bulldoze other players over, but either it was part of AI programming or some outside law, but the mount refused to run the other hobos over.
But, back to the problem at hand, that of actually getting some questing done.
Oh, wait, that was easy. She just had to latch on to another player, and join their party to leech off their own quest completion! And the last place that she had observed as a 'quest completion' area was the Blacksmith Lady. Referring to her handy-dandy map with a cocky smirk, pleased that her work had already reaped her some benefits, Liliz adopted her usual running posture once more, and ducked and wove through the crowd, cutting towards the blacksmith's shop.
It took her no time to find a player who was also making a rather obvious move towards the smithery. Running in front of a raggedly dressed player with weird, dark-blue hair (even though she wasn't one to talk with her white hair), Liliz said with a refreshing grin and an extended hand, “Hey there! You're a player, right? I'm Liliz! Let's party up for questing! What's your name?"
Yep, that was her.
Amongst the others around her, Liliz could see that she was apparently the only person thus far that had stumbled upon the map function. It seemed like it was something that had to be done manually though, mapping out the world by themselves. Seemed a bit tedious, but it was also a dash of realism that she enjoyed. Placing her index finger on the screen, onto the 'arrow' that was herself, Liliz took in a deep breath, and began to walk, tracing the path of one of the main, cobblestone roads of Windswept Oasis, marking down any notable locations as she passed by them.
A blacksmith woman that was swamped by male adventurers giving her nails, hammers, and iron ingots.
A bearded potter who was unintentionally scaring a little Nobelle girl.
A mapseller who seemed to be making a profit...selling physical, scrolled up maps.
An inn that seemed more high scale than most other buildings, bearing the name of 'Watercolor Paradise'.
A small food stall that was selling discount meat ball skewers.
A whole avenue that seemed to be filled with makeshift stalls, merchants laying their vanity items on richly embroidered carpets.
It was only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at best, but she had already marked out quite a few interesting areas, and even went as far as to mark out 'openings' to other major streets, remembers for her to explore later. Who knew that mapping out a town, of all things, would be so much fun? There was truly a sense of 'exploration', of seeing new faces, of watching professions at work that were obslete in the real world. And through her exploration, Liliz had come to the conclusion that the 'beginner' quest was that of a delivery quest, most likely to just have people walk around and get used to doing so. There were a few players who were travelling in fancy mounts such as cash shop cars and ostriches, but the density of other players made such things rather undesirable.
She grinned as one particularly stubborn player was trying to urge his beast-mount to just bulldoze other players over, but either it was part of AI programming or some outside law, but the mount refused to run the other hobos over.
But, back to the problem at hand, that of actually getting some questing done.
Oh, wait, that was easy. She just had to latch on to another player, and join their party to leech off their own quest completion! And the last place that she had observed as a 'quest completion' area was the Blacksmith Lady. Referring to her handy-dandy map with a cocky smirk, pleased that her work had already reaped her some benefits, Liliz adopted her usual running posture once more, and ducked and wove through the crowd, cutting towards the blacksmith's shop.
It took her no time to find a player who was also making a rather obvious move towards the smithery. Running in front of a raggedly dressed player with weird, dark-blue hair (even though she wasn't one to talk with her white hair), Liliz said with a refreshing grin and an extended hand, “Hey there! You're a player, right? I'm Liliz! Let's party up for questing! What's your name?"
Other than Spartan, whom I have already PM'd, you two are the only ones that have yet to post. So shut it, Mystery man.
Statement: I'll laugh vurry hard if Alistair forgets about Arara's proposition and she spends the night outside the auditorium, waiting for him.
Question: Does Beacon Academy have any high end restaurants? Or is it just mid-class junk food?
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Morning in Talze Utera was not a morning, but just monotony. Perhaps some noticed the slight change in light, but overall, within the black miasma, there was simply the same light as there was normally, that was, not much at all. The light absorbing, bulbous plants were what provided lighting in the darker places of Talze Utera, and outside of that, it was all just a muted, hazy brightness that lit up the cursed land. But such a day was suitable for the man in red, who had not slept for two days. Blame his single-mindedness, but he rushed to test and perfect that summoning ritual of his. Two days worth of powdered catalyst, sweat, and animal fluids clung to his body, making him appear less like the noble he was dressed as, and more like a mad warlock, bent on achieving his latest obssession. He was finished, but he chose not to bathe or clean himself up. Appearances were important, after all, and for the man in red's next role, dirtiness was essential. Almost like makeup.
In that lavishly white room, humming with residue power and an ethereal veil, he made the final checks on the complex double-helix spell circle he had carved into the ground, before filling the grooves with blood so kindly provided by the vampires of this establishment. No doubt they were curious as to the results of his work. Immortals, after all, were bored existences after their initial phase of incomprehensible hedonism. Anything that interested them, they would seek to further.
Within each of the two circles making up the loops of the double-helix, laid a chalice. One held a gauntlet. Another held a dagger. Even without incantation, without applying his own power, the arcane runes were faintly pulsing with eldritch light, a sickly beating that reacted to the residual mana already present in the room.
It would still be some time before his associate on the 'other' side would be done their own part in this experiment. Six hours, at the very least.
Bringing his slick hair into a ponytail and flicking out one of his cards, the man in red murmured an ancient word, swiped the card over his eyes, and disappeared.
~
Corinkarus Courtright, ultimately, did not have a head for mysteries. He was a man who thought out of the box, of course, but he wasn't a person cwho could understand the intricate, irrational thoughts of others. In that view, animals made much more sense, because their deceptions were so much easier to unconver. Yet, what was the meaning of what lay in front of him? The aged man sighed deeply, resting his wrinkled forehead in the palm of his hand.
His room, a clustered mess of oddities, was carpetted with the lushest furs just to dampen the noise caused by his constant pacing and exuberations. But such defenses were unnecessary that day. He was tired, not physically, but mentally, trying to figure out exactly what was going on.
The spy, investigator, whatever that kid wanted to be called, was spect two days ago, during evening. That rapscallion came back today, with the first fruits of his labor, most of them just notes obtained from asking about. Yet even then, there was a wealth of information that was gotten.
More specifically, there was the fact that Horace, Riley's uncle, had not been at work for the past week.
Two hands were used to hold up the old man's face, as he sighed once more, into the stack of papers that made up the reports. So many annoying mysteries. And such an inadequate mind for solving them.
~
Finally! It felt so great! So good! Land again! Stable ground again! No swaying again! Freedom from the bed again! Ah, finally, Wynnara could feel that it would be a good day~
Beaming with the positive energy of the morning sun as she hopped, skipped, and jumped off off the gangplank onto the island of Frelia, the young God of War pilot yawned and stretched, enjoying the open-sea air on the only place that she could: on land. Her untied blue hair streamed in the air as the stench of many days of gagging and vomitting and chalk-eating was cleansed by salty winds. It just felt so good to be outside once more, and even though, on the inside, Wynnara knew that she would be back onboard another Illiserevian merchant vessel to get to the mainland, she treasured this moment while she still could. Going in a light, bright one-piece dress and sandals, with full intent on getting that fishy, shippy, puke-y smell out of her body by being blown-dry by the wind, she swayed from side to side on the wooden platform of the ports, dodging a few barrel-rolling seamen, before promptly spinning around and landing a kick on Moko's shin. It was a casual strike, nothing that was fuelled with earth-shattering rage, as Wynnara said cheerily, “That's for feeding me chalk, Moko~ I'll let you off easy today, because I'm too happy to be mad!”
Like that, humming a peppy, circus-esque song, she walked on, taking deep, swinging strides without a care in the world.
“It's a nice day to party, isn't it? Let's go shopping!”
~
And, on another part of the continent, in a cell that was more of an abyssal pit, a different type of food fell from sky that morning.
Real food, fit for a human to live off.
In that lavishly white room, humming with residue power and an ethereal veil, he made the final checks on the complex double-helix spell circle he had carved into the ground, before filling the grooves with blood so kindly provided by the vampires of this establishment. No doubt they were curious as to the results of his work. Immortals, after all, were bored existences after their initial phase of incomprehensible hedonism. Anything that interested them, they would seek to further.
Within each of the two circles making up the loops of the double-helix, laid a chalice. One held a gauntlet. Another held a dagger. Even without incantation, without applying his own power, the arcane runes were faintly pulsing with eldritch light, a sickly beating that reacted to the residual mana already present in the room.
It would still be some time before his associate on the 'other' side would be done their own part in this experiment. Six hours, at the very least.
Bringing his slick hair into a ponytail and flicking out one of his cards, the man in red murmured an ancient word, swiped the card over his eyes, and disappeared.
~
Corinkarus Courtright, ultimately, did not have a head for mysteries. He was a man who thought out of the box, of course, but he wasn't a person cwho could understand the intricate, irrational thoughts of others. In that view, animals made much more sense, because their deceptions were so much easier to unconver. Yet, what was the meaning of what lay in front of him? The aged man sighed deeply, resting his wrinkled forehead in the palm of his hand.
His room, a clustered mess of oddities, was carpetted with the lushest furs just to dampen the noise caused by his constant pacing and exuberations. But such defenses were unnecessary that day. He was tired, not physically, but mentally, trying to figure out exactly what was going on.
The spy, investigator, whatever that kid wanted to be called, was spect two days ago, during evening. That rapscallion came back today, with the first fruits of his labor, most of them just notes obtained from asking about. Yet even then, there was a wealth of information that was gotten.
More specifically, there was the fact that Horace, Riley's uncle, had not been at work for the past week.
Two hands were used to hold up the old man's face, as he sighed once more, into the stack of papers that made up the reports. So many annoying mysteries. And such an inadequate mind for solving them.
~
Finally! It felt so great! So good! Land again! Stable ground again! No swaying again! Freedom from the bed again! Ah, finally, Wynnara could feel that it would be a good day~
Beaming with the positive energy of the morning sun as she hopped, skipped, and jumped off off the gangplank onto the island of Frelia, the young God of War pilot yawned and stretched, enjoying the open-sea air on the only place that she could: on land. Her untied blue hair streamed in the air as the stench of many days of gagging and vomitting and chalk-eating was cleansed by salty winds. It just felt so good to be outside once more, and even though, on the inside, Wynnara knew that she would be back onboard another Illiserevian merchant vessel to get to the mainland, she treasured this moment while she still could. Going in a light, bright one-piece dress and sandals, with full intent on getting that fishy, shippy, puke-y smell out of her body by being blown-dry by the wind, she swayed from side to side on the wooden platform of the ports, dodging a few barrel-rolling seamen, before promptly spinning around and landing a kick on Moko's shin. It was a casual strike, nothing that was fuelled with earth-shattering rage, as Wynnara said cheerily, “That's for feeding me chalk, Moko~ I'll let you off easy today, because I'm too happy to be mad!”
Like that, humming a peppy, circus-esque song, she walked on, taking deep, swinging strides without a care in the world.
“It's a nice day to party, isn't it? Let's go shopping!”
~
And, on another part of the continent, in a cell that was more of an abyssal pit, a different type of food fell from sky that morning.
Real food, fit for a human to live off.
Where the fuck is Click? Do I really have to make the RP end and spoil all the things I have planned for every character just to make you all feel terrible for not trying harder? D:<
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