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I just realized I should put something here. Erm... For the time being:
COFFEE.
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For those of us who have posted in the IC, I'd say we should hold off and wait for those who haven't written up their opening posts to do so.
Welp, almost done with school for the week, I'll read up on the IC and write a post tonight.
*Double post ftw*
Decided to submit my post. Since Emery and Fixit haven't exactly gone up the stairs to Aubrey's mother's room yet, I decided to have Varren meet Aubrey before their arrival. It is up to Ruro on how toRP the two entering the room, and meeting Varren. Not sure if J8cob has already departed on his road trip.
Decided to submit my post. Since Emery and Fixit haven't exactly gone up the stairs to Aubrey's mother's room yet, I decided to have Varren meet Aubrey before their arrival. It is up to Ruro on how toRP the two entering the room, and meeting Varren. Not sure if J8cob has already departed on his road trip.
Varren silently followed Weston in his tracks, staying to the side of the giant. Citizens who had the intentions to flee from the island passed the duo, heading in the direction of their ship. Though one of the ship’s jobs was to transport people, he was unable to think of a reason for their departure until they were closer to the town. He was barely able to make out the top of a Crucibellian Interceptor, which had landed near a port in the town. Varren let out a sigh of distress, ”Great. They’re here?” He thought to himself frazzly, as if the situation could have worsened more. From the looks of it, the Free Wind was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. ”We landed here on annexation day, just grand.” Varren unholstered his firearm and reached into his backpack with his free hand, feeling through the contents of the bag. He pulled out a suppressor and spun it around the muzzle of the tecpatl, then switched off the safety.
"Go and search for a mechanic, we need to have our ship running in less than thirty minutes." With a wave of dismissal, Varren nodded and spat out a “copy that” before breaking off into a sprint. With the Crucible here, he would need to act as fast as possible. He checked every corner before rounding it, though as he proceeded through the city, he noticed something odd. It was like a ghost town, chances are, people were either at the town center or had boarded themselves up in their homes, waiting for this to be over. Yinyues had seen the cycle too many times, colonies which were conquered in a matter of days, some even in a span of hours. Those who were taken over by the Crucible were forced to give members of their community to the ranks of the army. This late into the game, it was an unbeatable strategy, since those who remained against the overlords were spread out and weakened by previous encounters. Ten minutes had gone by, and Varren hadn’t found a single being, not even a mechanic at that. “I need to get a little higher.” He muttered to himself, he scanned the area for an employable bird’s eye view. The young adult smiled when he laid his eyes on a medium sized building, outlined in metal, surrounded by a courtyard. After opening the gate and passing through the yard, he planted his feet on the exterior of the building and scaled it.
From his vantage point, he had a good overlook of the town. He stared down at the gathering of soldiers, all of which were in a circular formation next to the remains of a large building. Varren grabbed onto a rail and leaned away from the building to get a better view. From the rubble rose a man, with a warhammer in hand. ”Must be the town mayor. A pretty strong guy for such a small settlement.” Though, perseverance wasn’t enough to save the old man, as a Crucible officer approached him, ready to finish him off. Just before he swung his arm down, there appeared the most feared man within the Crucibellian Empire. A grin formed on Varren’s face as he watched the soldiers loosen their formation, shocked by the development. There stood the most wanted man in the whole entire region, Weston Bright. “Give them hell sir.” Personally, Varren thought it would have been better if Bright had kept a lower profile. The Crucible had only sent a small annexation unit, probably of three ships. With such a highly renowned man here, they would send a larger battle fleet in response. Though if Varren operated in the allowed time frame, they would be off the island before the ships arrived.
Rather than staying to enjoy the show, Yinyues already anticipated the outcome. He casually walked down the side of the tower which had been built into the building, then descended until he reached the ground. He stretched out a bit, as he was sore from hanging by his skinny arm. As he was about to exit the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of two helmets, peaking over the fence. Though the soldiers weren’t looking his way, they were most likely a small sentry unit, patrolling the surrounding area. Varren clenched the firearm tightly in his hand as they continued down the street, he took cover behind the fence, waiting for them to walk into his field of view. He had the PDW aimed at the opened gate, a perfect firing angle for close-quarters shots. He listened as the footsteps got closer and louder, he held his breath until he saw the white cloaks fully appear in his sights.
Two shots. Two bodies.
The young man let out a sigh of relief as the soldiers went limp, he made clean shots to each of their heads. He stood up and separately dragged each body into the yard, then performed a field strip. He picked up one of their assault rifles, and all of the magazines the men were carrying. Varren instantly noticed the weight difference between his sub-machinegun and the extensively heavier assault rifle. “Damn, this thing is chambered with 7.62x51? That’s insane, this thing could punch a hole through a person in an instant.” Yinyues found it surprising, since the round was usually used for marksman rifles, yet here it was, developed to be used by full-automatic firearms. The militaristic power of the Crucible was definitely frightening, the gun felt heavy in his hands. Overall, Varren was a considerably skinny individual who lacked muscle mass. He was only able to actively use his tecpatl was due to the fact it was a low caliber and barely had any recoil. If he didn’t fire with caution and awareness, the kickback could easily shatter his shoulder. “Alright, got nine magazines, perhaps Heizo could use this.” Even though his comrade wasn’t too fond of the conventional bullet, since the man was already used to weapons with high recoil, it would be best to leave it in his hands. It would be best employed in tight situations where a good amount of bullets would need to be put down range.
Before he left, he tore their dog tags from their necks and nicely folded them onto their chests. Though they were the enemy, Varren had natural compassion for all living beings. The one-sided engagement only last a couple of minutes, since Yinyues was short on time, he quickly shoved his tecpatl into his backpack and left the courtyard. As he continued to proceed through the town, he caught sight of a young boy with blonde hair, who he barely recognized, “Right, he’s from the forest. But what is he doing?” He didn’t have time to ponder his reasoning, but he was the only person he had seen who was openly running through the streets. Keeping his distance, Varren tailed the boy, ”Perhaps I can barter with him. He could give me the location of a mechanic, and he and his friends get a ride off of this to be hellhole.” From where he was standing, he was unable to see the face of the individual. ”I’ll have to lower my firearm, no way he’s a threat. I hope he won’t be scared, it’d be nice to have a chat with somebody new.” He flicked on the safety and aimed the firearm to the ground, then stood out into the open. ”The soldiers will notice a breach in their sentry units soon, hopefully Mr. Weston will keep them distracted for a little while longer.”
A few moments before the arrival of the others:
After the boy realized he was being followed, Varren quickly put on the friendliest smile he could meager, “Um, hello. Sorry if this is a little sudden, but could you please direct me to a technician or mechanic? My ship is currently in need of repairs. It would be very much obliged, we’ll even be able to offer you a ride out of here. Though, we don’t have much time, as I’m sure the annexation unit has already called for backup. I’m anticipating a full-fledged fleet to respond in the next thirty minutes or so.” He was now able to get a good look of the blonde individual. “Oh, I’m Varren Yinyues of the Free Wind, employee of the Free Wind Transport Service. Pleased to meet you.” The young man loosened the grin and let out a sigh, ”Holy shit, Yinyues. There are ways you greet people, and one of them is most definitely not with a loaded assault rifle in your hands. This is why people shoot you.”
The boy seemed to remember Varren as well, ”Sure, I have a friend of mine who is a mechanic. Look, we need to get my mother out of here, and my friends as well.” The guard gave the boy a nod of agreement, and followed him after he made a motion with his hand. The two entered the house and went up the stairs, then rounded a corner and entered a bedroom. Yinyues entered the room and looked at its contents, there on a bed lied an older woman, most likely the boy’s mother. As he was waiting, Varren heard other footsteps from the first floor, “Friends of yours’?” The blonde gave a nod and focused his attention on his mother. ”We have to go soon. Not sure how much more time Mr. Weston can buy us.” He thought to himself as he listened to the footsteps rising the stairs.
"Go and search for a mechanic, we need to have our ship running in less than thirty minutes." With a wave of dismissal, Varren nodded and spat out a “copy that” before breaking off into a sprint. With the Crucible here, he would need to act as fast as possible. He checked every corner before rounding it, though as he proceeded through the city, he noticed something odd. It was like a ghost town, chances are, people were either at the town center or had boarded themselves up in their homes, waiting for this to be over. Yinyues had seen the cycle too many times, colonies which were conquered in a matter of days, some even in a span of hours. Those who were taken over by the Crucible were forced to give members of their community to the ranks of the army. This late into the game, it was an unbeatable strategy, since those who remained against the overlords were spread out and weakened by previous encounters. Ten minutes had gone by, and Varren hadn’t found a single being, not even a mechanic at that. “I need to get a little higher.” He muttered to himself, he scanned the area for an employable bird’s eye view. The young adult smiled when he laid his eyes on a medium sized building, outlined in metal, surrounded by a courtyard. After opening the gate and passing through the yard, he planted his feet on the exterior of the building and scaled it.
From his vantage point, he had a good overlook of the town. He stared down at the gathering of soldiers, all of which were in a circular formation next to the remains of a large building. Varren grabbed onto a rail and leaned away from the building to get a better view. From the rubble rose a man, with a warhammer in hand. ”Must be the town mayor. A pretty strong guy for such a small settlement.” Though, perseverance wasn’t enough to save the old man, as a Crucible officer approached him, ready to finish him off. Just before he swung his arm down, there appeared the most feared man within the Crucibellian Empire. A grin formed on Varren’s face as he watched the soldiers loosen their formation, shocked by the development. There stood the most wanted man in the whole entire region, Weston Bright. “Give them hell sir.” Personally, Varren thought it would have been better if Bright had kept a lower profile. The Crucible had only sent a small annexation unit, probably of three ships. With such a highly renowned man here, they would send a larger battle fleet in response. Though if Varren operated in the allowed time frame, they would be off the island before the ships arrived.
Rather than staying to enjoy the show, Yinyues already anticipated the outcome. He casually walked down the side of the tower which had been built into the building, then descended until he reached the ground. He stretched out a bit, as he was sore from hanging by his skinny arm. As he was about to exit the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of two helmets, peaking over the fence. Though the soldiers weren’t looking his way, they were most likely a small sentry unit, patrolling the surrounding area. Varren clenched the firearm tightly in his hand as they continued down the street, he took cover behind the fence, waiting for them to walk into his field of view. He had the PDW aimed at the opened gate, a perfect firing angle for close-quarters shots. He listened as the footsteps got closer and louder, he held his breath until he saw the white cloaks fully appear in his sights.
Two shots. Two bodies.
The young man let out a sigh of relief as the soldiers went limp, he made clean shots to each of their heads. He stood up and separately dragged each body into the yard, then performed a field strip. He picked up one of their assault rifles, and all of the magazines the men were carrying. Varren instantly noticed the weight difference between his sub-machinegun and the extensively heavier assault rifle. “Damn, this thing is chambered with 7.62x51? That’s insane, this thing could punch a hole through a person in an instant.” Yinyues found it surprising, since the round was usually used for marksman rifles, yet here it was, developed to be used by full-automatic firearms. The militaristic power of the Crucible was definitely frightening, the gun felt heavy in his hands. Overall, Varren was a considerably skinny individual who lacked muscle mass. He was only able to actively use his tecpatl was due to the fact it was a low caliber and barely had any recoil. If he didn’t fire with caution and awareness, the kickback could easily shatter his shoulder. “Alright, got nine magazines, perhaps Heizo could use this.” Even though his comrade wasn’t too fond of the conventional bullet, since the man was already used to weapons with high recoil, it would be best to leave it in his hands. It would be best employed in tight situations where a good amount of bullets would need to be put down range.
Before he left, he tore their dog tags from their necks and nicely folded them onto their chests. Though they were the enemy, Varren had natural compassion for all living beings. The one-sided engagement only last a couple of minutes, since Yinyues was short on time, he quickly shoved his tecpatl into his backpack and left the courtyard. As he continued to proceed through the town, he caught sight of a young boy with blonde hair, who he barely recognized, “Right, he’s from the forest. But what is he doing?” He didn’t have time to ponder his reasoning, but he was the only person he had seen who was openly running through the streets. Keeping his distance, Varren tailed the boy, ”Perhaps I can barter with him. He could give me the location of a mechanic, and he and his friends get a ride off of this to be hellhole.” From where he was standing, he was unable to see the face of the individual. ”I’ll have to lower my firearm, no way he’s a threat. I hope he won’t be scared, it’d be nice to have a chat with somebody new.” He flicked on the safety and aimed the firearm to the ground, then stood out into the open. ”The soldiers will notice a breach in their sentry units soon, hopefully Mr. Weston will keep them distracted for a little while longer.”
A few moments before the arrival of the others:
After the boy realized he was being followed, Varren quickly put on the friendliest smile he could meager, “Um, hello. Sorry if this is a little sudden, but could you please direct me to a technician or mechanic? My ship is currently in need of repairs. It would be very much obliged, we’ll even be able to offer you a ride out of here. Though, we don’t have much time, as I’m sure the annexation unit has already called for backup. I’m anticipating a full-fledged fleet to respond in the next thirty minutes or so.” He was now able to get a good look of the blonde individual. “Oh, I’m Varren Yinyues of the Free Wind, employee of the Free Wind Transport Service. Pleased to meet you.” The young man loosened the grin and let out a sigh, ”Holy shit, Yinyues. There are ways you greet people, and one of them is most definitely not with a loaded assault rifle in your hands. This is why people shoot you.”
The boy seemed to remember Varren as well, ”Sure, I have a friend of mine who is a mechanic. Look, we need to get my mother out of here, and my friends as well.” The guard gave the boy a nod of agreement, and followed him after he made a motion with his hand. The two entered the house and went up the stairs, then rounded a corner and entered a bedroom. Yinyues entered the room and looked at its contents, there on a bed lied an older woman, most likely the boy’s mother. As he was waiting, Varren heard other footsteps from the first floor, “Friends of yours’?” The blonde gave a nod and focused his attention on his mother. ”We have to go soon. Not sure how much more time Mr. Weston can buy us.” He thought to himself as he listened to the footsteps rising the stairs.
Post is up, sorry if it's a bit short, it's pretty late here, so I'm a tad tired. And yes, the series is epic, I know.
Varren awoke to a consistent pinging sound, repeating in his eardrums. He yelled out of surprise and tried to lean towards the menu, to silence the notifcation. In his tired state, he easily lost his balance and the forward momentum of his arm was too much to counteract, kinetic energy forced him off of the bed, and face first into the floor. He was able to prevent himself from faceplanting into the wood by propping himself with his arm, though the rest of his body was already in motion, causing his side to slam into the boards instead. The boy let out a groan of anger, even though he was unable to feel pain, it was mostly instinct at hand. After letting out a side, the swordsman rose and silenced the alarm, which then displayed a message. Varren let out a yawn and focused his eyes on the note, quickly skimming through the holographic text.
”Hello, Mr. Varren! I’ve caught word that you’re an excellent tailor, and can sew masterpieces! My leather armor needs some repair after a run in with some oversized ants, could you please offer me your services? I’ll pay good money, I’ll give you the coordinates to my house on the fourteenth floor.
From,
CoMa”
Varren closed the message and pondered whether he should take up the job or not. Repairing leather armor was something that could be done at the local tailor, but using the NPCs had a higher chance of breaking the item. Perhaps “CoMa” wanted it to be improved after it was fully repaired, he decided to take up the offer. He threw on a pair of dark pants, and a black sweater, much like the ones in the real world. He had customized a jacket he found and tried to make it as similar as possible. It acted as a tie to the life Yinyues used to live, a more peaceful and calming life, which he floated through with ease. With only intentions of playing the game as a pastime, as long as the boy kept up good grades in school, it would be an acceptable hobby. Though, his aspirations bit him in the rear and trapped him within the world of Aincrad, forcing him to fight for his life. He smoothed out his relatively long brown hair and draped a scarf around his neck, then slipped on gloves of the same color scheme as the rest of his clothing. With that, he grabbed his sheathed blade and departed for the floor.
LATER:
Varren loosened the scarf resting on his neck and proceeded through the forest, using his sword to move the underbrush out of his path. Though throughout his walk, he hadn’t encountered a single mob, due to the fact he was almost twice the level of most of the monsters which resided on the floor. Even though the were AI, they were still programmed to value their lives and not attack those who were of a higher level. “Damn, I hate all of these trees. It’d be nice if I had a shield to just charge through with.” He grimaced as he glanced down at his map, noticing the distance between his destination and himself. Varren let out a high and proceeded on his route, letting time silently slip by. After a few minutes, the player heard some rustling behind him, he spun around and readied his blade, both of his hands clutching the hilt. Through the trees bursted an overgrown beetle, its HP bar and level appeared on Varren’s screen. ”Level 16, notably high level mob for this floor.” He thought to himself, his eyes squinted as he mouthed the name of the monster; Crowned Goliath.
It most definitely did not sound like a common monster, but it wasn’t registering as a boss. Yinyues narrowed it down to an elite class entity, a rank just below boss level. To him, it was like taking out the trash. He activated a basic sword skill which propelled him towards the insect, Varren quickly jabbed one of its legs four time in succinct motions. The bug let a cry of pain and realed back, a common movement these types of monsters made. It was an attempt for the creature to show its everlasting dominance over its opponent, though the boy didn’t intend to let the chance slide. He charged the beast and raised his sword in an upwards motion, sinking the sharp tip into the exoskeleton. The bug ceased to move after a few moments and blew up into fractured polygons of light. Varren let out a sigh of relief, closing down the pop-up, knowing the contents were of no use to him. “Damn, that was a little tiring. Perhaps I’ll head back to town for a cup of tea or coffee.” He stretched out and walked through the forest, heading towards his destination. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen any players yet. I would imagine at least somebody would be around here grinding for experience.” With a shrug, he patted down his hair and held his sword with one hand, just in the case he would need to use it soon.
”Hello, Mr. Varren! I’ve caught word that you’re an excellent tailor, and can sew masterpieces! My leather armor needs some repair after a run in with some oversized ants, could you please offer me your services? I’ll pay good money, I’ll give you the coordinates to my house on the fourteenth floor.
From,
CoMa”
Varren closed the message and pondered whether he should take up the job or not. Repairing leather armor was something that could be done at the local tailor, but using the NPCs had a higher chance of breaking the item. Perhaps “CoMa” wanted it to be improved after it was fully repaired, he decided to take up the offer. He threw on a pair of dark pants, and a black sweater, much like the ones in the real world. He had customized a jacket he found and tried to make it as similar as possible. It acted as a tie to the life Yinyues used to live, a more peaceful and calming life, which he floated through with ease. With only intentions of playing the game as a pastime, as long as the boy kept up good grades in school, it would be an acceptable hobby. Though, his aspirations bit him in the rear and trapped him within the world of Aincrad, forcing him to fight for his life. He smoothed out his relatively long brown hair and draped a scarf around his neck, then slipped on gloves of the same color scheme as the rest of his clothing. With that, he grabbed his sheathed blade and departed for the floor.
LATER:
Varren loosened the scarf resting on his neck and proceeded through the forest, using his sword to move the underbrush out of his path. Though throughout his walk, he hadn’t encountered a single mob, due to the fact he was almost twice the level of most of the monsters which resided on the floor. Even though the were AI, they were still programmed to value their lives and not attack those who were of a higher level. “Damn, I hate all of these trees. It’d be nice if I had a shield to just charge through with.” He grimaced as he glanced down at his map, noticing the distance between his destination and himself. Varren let out a high and proceeded on his route, letting time silently slip by. After a few minutes, the player heard some rustling behind him, he spun around and readied his blade, both of his hands clutching the hilt. Through the trees bursted an overgrown beetle, its HP bar and level appeared on Varren’s screen. ”Level 16, notably high level mob for this floor.” He thought to himself, his eyes squinted as he mouthed the name of the monster; Crowned Goliath.
It most definitely did not sound like a common monster, but it wasn’t registering as a boss. Yinyues narrowed it down to an elite class entity, a rank just below boss level. To him, it was like taking out the trash. He activated a basic sword skill which propelled him towards the insect, Varren quickly jabbed one of its legs four time in succinct motions. The bug let a cry of pain and realed back, a common movement these types of monsters made. It was an attempt for the creature to show its everlasting dominance over its opponent, though the boy didn’t intend to let the chance slide. He charged the beast and raised his sword in an upwards motion, sinking the sharp tip into the exoskeleton. The bug ceased to move after a few moments and blew up into fractured polygons of light. Varren let out a sigh of relief, closing down the pop-up, knowing the contents were of no use to him. “Damn, that was a little tiring. Perhaps I’ll head back to town for a cup of tea or coffee.” He stretched out and walked through the forest, heading towards his destination. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen any players yet. I would imagine at least somebody would be around here grinding for experience.” With a shrug, he patted down his hair and held his sword with one hand, just in the case he would need to use it soon.
Debating whether to wait for Ruro to post, as my post involves the trio at Aubrey's house. Gonna edit it a bit, since I've already written a majority of it.
...MY GLASSES HAVE FED ME LIES. AND BLINDNESS. DAMN OVERPRICED OVER-THE-COUNTER 2.00+ LITTLE PIECES OF GLASS.
I'll get around to writing a post after a few games of CSGO
I'll get around to writing a post after a few games of CSGO
"I'm gonna burn this fucker to the ground."
Anyways, Aerandir, am I free to post in the IC?
Eh... I tend to write pretty large opening posts, as I guess I can be considered a "high casual" writer. Oddly enough, my normal posts can be large than my opening post. After a while, I just write for an hour or two on end and phase out of reality. I just sit there and stare at the screen. I'll wait a bit until I post, in the case that it needs to be reviewed by the GM.
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